Sunday, February 22, 2015

On Courting (and spanking) a Christian Girl - Chapter 10 (Proverbs)

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On Courting (and Spanking) a Christian Girl 
Chapter 10 (Proverbs)

It was a quiet weekend, only two weeks before Tim and Ruth’s wedding day.  Since it was a weekend, Ruth’s father, John Marsh was home.

Only yesterday, both Tim and Ruth had sat for their last final exams.  Once grades were posted, they would graduate from their community college with 2-year Associate’s degrees.  School next week would consist only of a few administrative details, some social events, and the graduation ceremony itself.

The last few weeks had been hectic and stressful, but now school-caused tension was mostly behind them.  Finally Tim was able to relax, but not so Ruth!  Nervousness over her coming wedding was making her jittery.  One symptom of her stress was her recent tendency to obsess and fret over what Tim considered to be unimportant details of their wedding day, such as the table decorations for the reception. 

So today, Saturday afternoon, Ruth and her mother were working on wedding decorations at the kitchen table.  The men, Tim and John, had been banished to the living room.  This was uncomfortable for Tim, because he was still uneasy around his prospective father-in-law, and found it difficult to make conversation with him.

John Marsh was a big man with an intelligent, handsome face and a commanding personality.  It was easy to see how he had won June as his wife.  Even in his forties, he was still a man who turned female heads.  In the military he had become rock hard.  As a police officer, he used the small gym in the police station to stay in shape.  

At first glance John seemed stern, even dour, but that was just a veneer, an artifact of his decades in police work and his military life before that.  It didn’t help Tim that the entire town looked up to John as something of a local hero.  So Tim remained in awe of John, and secretly thought that he couldn’t possibly have anything to say that John would consider important.     

Despite his tough exterior, John had a massive soft spot for his daughter, and a growing respect for Tim.  So despite the generation gap, both men struggled to find common ground.


Later Tim blamed himself for what happened.  He had noticed Ruth becoming sharp with her mother that day and had meant to pull her aside to warn her and hopefully to calm her, but hadn’t “gotten around to it.”

So Tim was in the living room manfully trying to make conversation with John when he heard Ruth shriek, “Dammit Mom, why do you always treat me like a child!”

Tom and John looked at each other with open mouths!  Never before had Tim ever heard Ruth say a swear word, not even “damn”.  Now she was shrieking it at her mother!

Tim had expected to see anger in John’s face.  What he saw instead was a professional “poker face” cultivated by decades of police work.  John was on his feet before Tim could even move, and seemed to glide into the kitchen.  With surprising gentleness, he professionally separated the combatants before more damage could happen.  After suggesting that his wife retire to the bedroom, he firmly escorted Ruth into the living room.

Rather than immediately scold his stricken daughter, he pointed her to a chair, handed her a Bible, and directed her to read Proverbs 20:20.  Then, saying something about calming down his wife, he left.  But first he firmly instructed Ruth, “Sit right there and memorize that verse.  I’ll be back to deal with you!”   

Almost instantly, Ruth was apologetic, teary faced and contrite.  Her father had removed her from the kitchen so fast that there was nobody for her apologize to but Tim.  She did apologize to Tim, but knew that she still must square things with her parents! 

Always before, on finding himself amid any Marsh family drama, Tim would have considered discreetly leaving.  But Ruth was to be his wife in only a few days.  He and Ruth were already a close couple, so whatever happened to her was Tim’s business.  He resolved to stay unless specifically asked to leave, and perhaps even then!  

Ruth opened the Bible.  Through her tears she found the specified verse, “ Whosoever curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.”  On reading the words, Ruth started bawling.  Although Tim supported Ruth’s parents in this matter, he comforted his fiancé as best he could.  Finally she calmed a bit.

It’s only human that Ruth starting thinking less about what she had done and more about whatever punishment she might be facing.  That made her start crying again!  “Daddy hasn’t spanked me in years,” she bawled, “But I’ll bet he straps me today, or at least spanks me with the hairbrush.  Did you see the look on his face?  How could I be so dumb?  All I had to do was keep my cool for two more weeks!  But no, I had to fly off the handle!  I’m stupid!”  Despite Tim’s comforting embrace, Ruth continued to bawl.

Mr. Marsh came strolling back into the room.  First he quizzed Ruth on the Bible verse.  It’s application to the situation was obvious, so it took little discussion.  Without raising his already commanding voice, John spent only moments scolding his daughter. 

By now, Ruth expected her father to immediately order her to prepare for some memorable bare bottom punishment.  Instead, he told her to “sit tight” and then pulled Tim from the room.


What neither Tim nor Ruth knew was that Mr. Marsh had sworn off spanking Ruth years ago.  His reasons were complicated, but the bottom line was that he was no longer comfortable spanking his daughter.  Ever since her body had started to flower into womanhood, spanking her had felt like incest to him.  So he had quietly handed spanking duties over to his very competent wife, but never saw reason to announce that decision to Ruth!

So even though Ruth expected her father to spank her momentarily, unbeknownst to her, it wouldn’t happen. 


In the kitchen, and out of Ruth’s earshot, Mr. Marsh showed Tim a familiar hairbrush.  It looked curiously small in the big man’s hand.  “You will own this after your marriage.  Use it on my daughter only rarely and with great caution and discretion!”   Tim was already familiar with that brush.  It had been used on his own bottom more than once, plus he had watched Mrs. Marsh use it on Ruth.

Next he handed the brush to Tim with instructions to “try it on himself”.  Cautiously at first, but then more bravely, Tim popped himself on his palm, his hip and finally on his own bottom.  John looked on approvingly.  Apparently satisfied that Tim had a bit of feel for the implement, he took it back.

Finally the subject turned to Ruth’s situation. John carefully explained to Tim that Ruth had two problems.  First, she was stressed out over various pressures, chief of them being anxiety over the huge life change she was about to undergo.  Second, she was feeling terribly guilty over having cussed out her mother.

“Fortunately” John explained, “both of those issues can be fixed by one good spanking.  It will deal with her guilt, and simultaneously trigger the stress relief that she needs.”

By now, Tim had figured out where this conversation was going, John had no intention of spanking his daughter’s bottom.  Instead, as had become usual in the Marsh family, the job would fall to Tim. 

Sure enough, without offering to explain his intensely personal reasons for not spanking his daughter, he asked Tim to please spank Ruth.  As usual, Tim accepted.

John elaborated, “I feel sorry for Ruth and I think I understand what she is going through, but she still needs to be spanked.  Perhaps more importantly, she needs to see herself as having been properly punished so that she can forgive herself for losing her temper at her mother.”

Tim nodded his understanding.

John continued, “Give her a good long spanking until she is bright red, but don’t be overly harsh.  Then hold her in place until she recovers enough to hand you the hairbrush.  Give her the minimum credible spanking with the hairbrush.  Don’t prolong it, but don’t be timid either.  The hairbrush should leave marks that she will feel for a few days.  As few as two or three hard shots to the summit of each buttock and then to each sit spot should do the trick.  Just eight to twelve moderately hard swats quickly applied.  Any questions?”  

By now, Tim had spanked Ruth enough times that he had a good feel for what needed doing, so he nodded confidently.

“Good,” John enthused, “Let’s go see your fiancé.”    


Ruth’s stomach cramped as her father determinedly strode into the living room, followed by Tim.  As always, Ruth found Tim’s presence reassuring, and she was actually relieved to see the hairbrush in her father’s hand.  She took that as a sign that perhaps her bottom might somehow escape the kiss of the belt. 

Without lecturing, Mr. Marsh reminded Ruth of why she was about to be punished, and noted how her misbehavior applied to the Bible verse.  Finally, he allowed Ruth to tearfully apologize, to promise that “it would never happen again”, and finally, to say that she was ready for her punishment.

John Marsh usually spoke with more candor, but today he used a convenient fiction, “Luckily for you young lady, I’ve been called to the police station to deal with an unexpected matter, so Tim will deliver your punishment.  You are to give him your full cooperation!  Understand?”

Almost eagerly, Ruth agreed.

John handed the hairbrush to his daughter, which she received gingerly and unwillingly “Tim has consented to give you one of his usual thorough spankings for me.  You will place this hairbrush on the floor so you can see it while you are being spanked.  After Tim has finished spanking you bright red, you will hand him that hairbrush and ask him to please brand your bottom with it.  Understand?”

Unable to speak due to the lump in her throat, Ruth nodded vigorously, dislodging a few teardrops in the process.    

“After that,” he instructed, “you will apologize to your mother and promise her that it will never happen again.”

To this, Ruth agreed enthusiastically.

Moments later, Tim and Ruth were alone in the living room.  They had heard John’s car leave, but Mrs. Marsh was still “on duty”.   Tim sat on the couch.  Ruth stood tearfully before him, trying to meet his eyes but failing.  Tim began by reminding Ruth that their wedding itself wasn’t terribly important.  It was their life together after the wedding that mattered.  “Our wedding is supposed to be simple Honey.  Our church does it that way purposely.  Please stop trying to complicate it.  Instead, please relax and enjoy it with me!” 

With tears in her eyes, Ruth nodded, “I’m sorry Tim, I guess I went off the rails a bit.  I’m so sorry that I hurt mother.  She’s only tried to help me.  I can’t wait to apologize to her.” 

“Well,” Tim answered, “Let’s get you spanked, and then you can do that.”

“OK,” Ruth agreed in a tiny voice. 

“Tim?” she said.

He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to talk, “I’m glad that you’re going to do this instead of Daddy.” 

“Why?” Tim asked, “Your spanking will be just as hard.”

“I know,” Ruth explained, “and that’s OK because I deserve it.  It’s just that I would rather you undress me rather than Daddy.  Somehow it’s a lot less embarrassing.”

“I guess I can understand that,” Tim agreed. “So shall be start?”

Submissively, Ruth nodded and shuffled slightly closer to facilitate the process.

Knowing what must happen to her, Ruth had already kicked off her shoes.  He started by removing her blouse.  Normally Tim would have removed her pants and panties separately to savor the experience, but on this occasion he felt it more appropriate to drag them down together.  As Ruth pulled her feet from the resulting tangle, she lost one of her socks.  That left her wearing her bra and that one remaining sock.  As before, Tim sent her to the dining room to fetch a chair.  As before, he admired the kinetic retreating view of Ruth’s soon-to-be-livid bottom.

As Ruth dragged the armless chair into the center of the room, Tim met her, holding the hairbrush.  When she released the chair, he handed her the brush and then sat down purposely. 

Following her father’s orders, she laid the hairbrush on the carpet to the left of the chair, directly under where her head would soon be.  She stared at Tim for a moment and asked in a tiny voice, “Can I have a hug first?”

Startled that he had forgotten, Tim wordlessly stood and gathered his young lover into his arms.  As they kissed, his hands traveled down to kneed her firm, bare bottom.   They stood for a long time that way, swaying together slightly, both breathing hard.  Finally Tim’s hands traveled up to Ruth’s shoulder and pushed her gently to arms length.

She looked into his eyes and managed a wry smile, “Time to get to work?”

A sudden lump in his throat, he nodded wordlessly.

“Daddy told  you to mark my bottom with the hairbrush?”

He nodded again.

“Do a good job then, because Mom will definitely see my bottom and there’s no fooling her.  Don’t worry, I earned this, so I won’t blame you.”

He swallowed, finally finding his voice, “OK Honey.  I love you, but the kindest thing I can do is  spank you and get it over with.”

Moments later, Tim was seated on the chair with his nearly naked fiancé in the traditional disciplinary position across his lap.  Feeling that he had already wasted too much time, he started the spanking immediately.  He made the first “layer” of the spanking significantly faster and harder than normal.  Never one to hold back, that resulted in Ruth crying sooner and louder than normal for that part of her spanking, and squirming more energetically, even though she had resolved to cooperate as much as possible.   

By the time Tim paused at the end of the first “layer”, Ruth was crying loudly and nearly out of breath.  As usual, Tim paused to let her breathe and regain her wits.

Before he started again, he made her gasp out a basic explanation of why she was being punished.  When she managed that feat, her reward was the start of the second “layer” of her spanking.  This was faster and harder than before, but still not at Tim’s full strength.  He pinioned her torso tightly, but allowed her legs to kick and scissor freely as he spanked.  As usual, he didn’t confine his spanks to just her buttocks, but included her thighs and upper legs in the action!  Had it been Ruth’s father spanking her rather than Tim, Ruth would likely have held out longer, held her thighs together to preserve her modesty just a bit longer until the sting in her bottom finally overpowered her resolve.  But she had nothing to hide from Tim, therefore she freely allowed her legs to express the pain her bottom was feeling. So Ruth’s anguished throes offered Tim peeks of her most secret places, places that Tim expected to become intimately familiar with after their wedding which was now only two weeks away.

And it wasn’t only Ruth’s legs that expressed the pain and sting that she was feeling.  Against her own will, her body tried to twist and wrench itself away from that punishing hand, but it did so totally ineffectually.  In the process, her bottom clenched, wobbled, flattened, sprang back to shape, assuming ever more brilliant shades of red.  Never one to hold back, Ruth was quite loud, her bawling gradually escalating to something just short of a true shriek.     

By the time Tim was done with the second “layer”, Ruth’s bottom and thighs were livid red.  Laying on the floor where she couldn’t miss it, even through her teary eyes, was that waiting hairbrush!

As usual, the third “layer” of Ruth’s spanking was difficult for both of them.  Tim got no enjoyment from spanking his lover so hard.  As always, he locked down her legs and securely held her right wrist.  She shrieked through the ordeal as he quickly and expertly spanked her bottom to a point just short of bruising.

Then Tim paused for the third time.  Normally this would have been the end of Ruth’s punishment, but today her father had decreed otherwise.  That hairbrush still awaited its chance to visit Ruth’s bottom! 

Tim gave the girl a few moments to catch her breath, but then suggested that she hand him the hairbrush.  He released her wrist to facilitate that task, but otherwise kept her locked in place, a not-so-subtle reminder that her punishment wasn’t yet over.

He spoke mildly but loud enough to penetrate her addled brain, “For your own good Ruth, don’t delay.  Hand me the hairbrush so we can finish this.”

It took three tries, but finally the still bawling girl received the message.  She picked up the dreaded instrument and then shakily, reluctantly, raised it over her shoulder, offering it up to Tim.

He accepted it almost as unwillingly as she offered it.  He thought back to Mr. Marsh’s instructions and formed his strategy.  He wouldn’t prolong her agony.  His job was to give her four bruises, so he resolved to do the job positively and quickly.

Selecting the summit of Ruth’s right buttock as his first target, Tim delivered two modest blows, followed by a single devastating blow, “Pop, Pop, BANG!”.  In response, poor Ruth bucked and screamed.  Tim paused for several seconds to evaluate the results.  When he saw a satisfactory color change, along with a slight frosty-white tinge, Tim knew that he had gotten it right.

 Without warning or further delay, he quickly applied the same treatment to her left buttock and her two sit spots.  The neighbors probably heard Ruth’s vocal reaction, but at least the job was done!  Ruth had been properly punished to her father’s specifications.  Now all that remained was her aftercare and a heartfelt apology to her mother.


Immediately he released his vise-like grip on her torso, and released her legs, announcing that her punishment was over.  But as usual, he kept her across his lap until he was sure she would be steady on her feet.  When he finally allowed her up, she stomped through a brief and awkward dance before crawling up in Tim’s lap and burying her face in his shoulder for a long, soul-cleansing bawl.    

As had become her post-spanking pattern, Ruth sat astride Tim’s lap, facing him.  Her knees rested on the chair seat, keeping pressure off of her livid and mottled bottom.  Tim was painfully aware that his lover was currently attired in only her bra and a single sock.  He also didn’t miss that her naked and spread-open womanly portal was pressed directly over the spot where his penis was doing its painful best to break its way through his zipper!

Before he left, Mr. Marsh had talked to Tim about Ruth’s aftercare, telling him to allow her to “cry it out”.  He was to do nothing to stop her from crying until she was good and ready.  The idea was for her to “get it all out of her system”.  “After she stops crying, she might start talking about her frustrations,” he explained, “That’s a good thing too.  Let it happen.”

He also had told Tim that he and Ruth could enjoy relative privacy in the living room for as long as needed.  “Your ‘talk’ will turn amorous at some point,” he said, “and as long as you stay buttoned and zipped, that’s allowed.  Just don’t rush things.  She needs to dump all those frustrations first, so let her cry and let her vent.  It will be hard, but keep your hands to yourself until she is ready.”

So Tim allowed his fiancee to cry.  In the process his shirt became wet with tears, drool and worse, but he didn’t mind.  He just held her and let her vent.  Then, as John Marsh had predicted, she began to talk, pouring out her frustrations in the process.  By now Tim was almost desperate to love on her, but with almost superhuman effort he held back, offering her nothing more amorous than a peck on the cheek.     

In the end, it was Ruth who initiated the amorous activity.   After she had finally cried herself out, and then talked herself out, her kisses became directed at his mouth rather than just his cheek, and they incorporated just enough tongue to encourage her man.  Still face-to-face on that same chair where she had so recently been spanked, their hugs became ardent and their hands wandered.  Not wanting to rush things, it was a few moments before Tim’s hand found an inviting slippery warmth between her legs.  When she felt that softly exploring finger, Ruth responded like a tigress!


As had become usual when Tim was spanking Ruth, Mrs. Marsh anxiously listened to events from the open door of her bedroom.  Her husband had left her with instructions before departing the house, but June wasn’t totally comfortable with them.  He had told her to “give the kids plenty of time and space to work things out for themselves, especially after the spanking” and to “monitor them just enough to make sure that things don’t get out of hand.”  Unfortunately, these two things were mutually exclusive!

“The Rules,” left Tim and Ruth with no expectation of absolute privacy.  They weren’t allowed behind closed doors or with the lights out.  Therefore, they knew that there was always at least a theoretical possibility that their activities might be observed.  In practice however, Mrs. Marsh had never peeked on the couple in their most intimate moments.

But today would be different.  She had listened to the spanking, and from the sounds it was clear that Tim had done his usual good job.  The hairbrush spanking had been unusually brief, but she knew that had been done according to her husband’s instructions.

After the spanking, she had heard Ruth sob for a long time.  But now, for the last fifteen minutes, the mother had heard only silence.  It was time to check!

Feeling like a voyeur, but accepting this as her job, she walked out into the hallway to peek into the living room.  The spanking chair happened to be facing that doorway, so June Marsh was treated to a red-bottomed rear view of her daughter sitting astride Tim’s lap.  She immediately noticed that the girl was naked save for her bra and one sock.  Strange as it may sound, following a spanking this state of undress was perfectly OK as long as Tim remained thoroughly buttoned and zipped.  

But what caught her eye next was the motion of her daughter’s red bottom!

June caught her breath as she spotted her daughter’s lewd pelvic motions that made her freshly-spanked bottom heave and thrust!  Obviously, her daughter was near orgasm.  At first, she thought that she had been too late, thought that Tim and Ruth were engaged in intercourse.  In short, Mrs. Marsh feared that even after all her hard work and attention, Tim and Ruth wouldn’t be “pure” as they stood before the altar.  Foiled in the last two weeks!

But then to her relief, she noticed that Tim was sitting fairly motionless on the chair.  Looking more carefully between Ruth’s thighs, she saw Tim’s hand working.  They weren’t breaking “The Rules” after all!  Tim and Ruth had preserved their purity!

Further supporting her observation that the couple wasn’t engaged in coitus, Tim’s eyes were focused.  They grew wide for a moment as he noticed Ruth’s mother framed in the doorway.  But then, obviously remembering that he and Ruth weren’t breaking any rules, he shrugged with a wry smile and threw Mrs. Marsh a “thumbs up” with his free hand. 

Greatly relieved, the mother returned the friendly gesture and then disappeared back into her bedroom.  As she walked down the hallway, the gasping sounds of Ruth’s orgasm following her. 


Tim had momentarily panicked when he had looked up to see Mrs. Marsh watching him as he fingered her nearly nude daughter to orgasm.  But then he had remembered that he was doing no wrong, and realized that the lady was merely concerned that they might “go too far”.  So Tim simply acknowledged her presence and continued on with his task.  Ruth, with her back to the door and quite busy,  never had a clue that her mother was there, and Tim never intended to tell her.

Fifteen minutes later, after her second orgasm, Ruth was finally satiated.  They talked for a few quiet moments, and then Tim reminded Ruth that it was time to get on with her apology.  Solemnly, the girl nodded.

Tim raised his voice slightly to call Mrs. Marsh into the living room.  Moments later, she anxiously appeared.  Knowing that she would want to inspect her daughter’s bottom, Tim had kept Ruth on his lap.  Mrs. Marsh checked the damage, whistled, and then complemented Tim for doing a good job.

Stepping stiffly from Tim’s lap, Ruth tenderly hugged her mother and then tearfully apologized.  Both ladies shed a few tears, and then the incident was history.  All was again peaceful in the Marsh household.

Naturally, both ladies recognized that Tim was in a bad way from unrequited arousal.  Shyly, Ruth picked up her clothing.  She started to go into the bathroom to dress, but then realizing that there was nothing further for anyone to see, she shrugged and dressed herself right there in the living room. 

With her mother’s permission, Ruth took Tim by the hand and led him upstairs.  When they returned thirty minutes later, Tim seemed much more relaxed. 

In only two weeks life would change completely for Tim and Ruth.  Two weeks are but a tiny part of their lives, yet these particular two weeks would seemingly take forever!        

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Wednesday, February 04, 2015

On Courting And Spanking a Christian Girl, Chapter 9 (Exodus)

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On Courting (and Spanking) a Christian Girl
Chapter 9 (Exodus)

It was now only three months until Tim and Ruth’s wedding.  For the couple, time seemed to have developed a split personality.  On one hand, they wanted to be married so badly that those three months seemed like an eternity.  On the other hand, there was suddenly so much for them to do that time seemed to fly by!

Graduation was near, so that meant that class projects and assigned papers must be brought to completion, and that it was time to prepare for final exams.  There were also various social events that were associated with graduation.

Fortunately, enrolling at the state university went smoothly.  Because their community college was part of their state college system, graduation with satisfactory grades would guarantee them acceptance in the Junior class at the state university.    

They spent a long weekend at the state university pre-enrolling and selecting their classes.  They staff at the financial aid office to be particularly helpful.  There, they arranged for summer jobs at the university!  They would live in married housing, and would spend the summer helping to prepare the dormitories for the incoming class.  The university wouldn’t pay them in cash, instead they would get free housing and credit towards their tuition.      

Because of the traditions of their church, their wedding would be easily planned and inexpensive.  Everything would happen at the church.  Their wedding would replace a Sunday morning service.  The reception would be pot-luck in the church fellowship hall.  Thankfully, their main expense would be the traditional multi-tiered wedding cake.

Even their honeymoon was easily and cheaply arranged!  An elderly lady in the church owned a cottage in a wooded area about fifty miles away, and always offered it to anyone married in the church.  Over the years, so many couples had honeymooned there that it was informally named the “honeymoon cottage”.  

So everything was set.  In late May they would graduate.  The following weekend they would marry, and then spend a sexy, dreamy week together in that honeymoon cottage, where they intended to thoroughly consummate their marriage.  Just a few days later they would say goodby to their hometown.  They would travel the 200 miles to the state university, married student housing, their summer jobs, and their new life.


As close as Tim was to Ruth, there was one vital premarital task that he wasn’t allowed to attend, Ruth’s premarital trip to her mother’s gynecologist.  Since birth control pills take time to work, that trip occurred in early March.  Mrs. Marsh accompanied her daughter into the examining room.  It helped that the doctor was female and a member of her church.  Still, Ruth blushed furiously as she was introduced to the stirrup-equipped exam table.  After an quick but uncomfortable exam, the doctor congratulated Ruth on being healthy and especially for being “intact”.  

That her daughter was “intact” didn’t surprise Mrs. Marsh.  But still, that professional confirmation of her daughters virginal status filled her heart with joy.  Mrs. Marsh’s methods had worked!  At least, so far they had.  The lady silently vowed to stay vigilant until the moment of Ruth’s wedding.

In the cozy confines of her office, the doctor gave Ruth some practical advice for her wedding night.  She ended by gently lowering Ruth’s expectations for that first encounter, “Don’t expect the earth to move the first time, and expect some fumbling and possibly even some brief discomfort.  But Tim is a nice young man and I’m sure that sex with him will rapidly get better and better.  You are a lucky young lady!” 

Soon a relieved Ruth left the doctor’s office.  A prescription for birth control pills was tucked into her purse.  Tomorrow she would blushingly hand it to the pharmacist. 

Actually, that exam could have been far more embarrassing for Ruth than it was.  Only two days before, with her mother’s permission, Tim had spanked her for her attitude.  Fortunately the marks from that spanking had faded, sparing her the embarrassment of the doctor noticing them.   It had been a memorable spanking for several reasons.  First, even though he had required specific permission from Mrs. Marsh to spank Ruth, that spanking had come from Tim and not from Ruth’s mother.  To underscore that difference, Tim had varied from his usual spanking procedure, which made the spanking seem more painful to Ruth.  Also, it had been Tim’s first “solo” spanking.  Mrs. Marsh had granted them privacy in the living room after specifically telling Tim to spank Ruth “as if she were his wife.”  As it turned out, Tim had done a masterful job!  

Certainly the success of that spanking was the reason why Mrs. Marsh had sat Tim and Ruth down to explain that, even though Mr. & Mrs. Marsh retained disciplinary authority over Ruth until the moment of her wedding, from now on Tim would handle any spanking duties.  “Although,” Mrs Marsh added, “Since it is now less than three months until the wedding, it would really be nice if Ruth could make it that long without earning any more spankings.”

“I’ll try Mommy, really I will,” promised Ruth.

Not surprisingly, neither Tim nor Ruth complained about the new spanking arrangement, although Tim naturally wondered if Ruth could really go three months without getting herself into trouble.   


As it turned out, Ruth barely made it three weeks before her next spanking!  When Tim knocked on the Marsh’s door one evening, he was met by Ruth wearing pajamas and a hangdog expression.  She hugged and kissed him as usual and then dutifully, albeit reluctantly, explained, “Mommy says I’m supposed to ask you for a good spanking.”

Just then Mrs. Marsh walked into the room.  She pecked Tim on the cheek and asked, “Did my daughter ask you for a spanking like I told her to do?”

“Yes she did Mrs. Marsh.  May I ask why I am spanking her?”

“I just don’t know what’s gotten into the girl.  It’s not even three weeks into the month, but already she has racked up three ‘zaps’.  It’s as if she wanted to be spanked!  I would appreciate it if you would talk to her to try to figure out what is wrong, because this just isn’t like her.”

“Yes ma-am, I will do that,” Tim said, giving Ruth a significant look.

“Just like last time, you may take Ruth into the living room, prepare her, and then spank her as if she were your wife.  Like before, you must stay buttoned and zipped until Ruth is properly covered again.  We don’t want any accidents this late in the game.  Is that clear?”

Sober-eyed, both Ruth and Tim answered simultaneously, “Yes ma-am”.

At that, Mrs. Marsh departed for her bedroom.  Her door ajar, she would hear the punishment and be seconds away if needed, but she would grant the couple at least the illusion of privacy for Ruth’s unveiling and punishment.


Tim sat Ruth down and made her explain what she had done to earn her three “zaps”, and thus today’s spanking.  It seemed that the normally punctual girl had been late for school twice, earning her the first two “zaps”.  The final “zap” came today when the normally neat girl had left her bedroom strewn with dirty clothes!  Clearly Ruth wasn’t trying very hard to avoid punishment.

Tim scolded her, and then tried to extract some reason for her behavior, but without initial success.  Ruth dutifully apologized and promised to do better, but somehow she lacked earnestness.  It wasn’t until he undressed her that the penny dropped for Tim!

Tim had directed Ruth to stand in front of him.  With his maleness painfully attempting to break through his zipper, he reached to Ruth’s tiny waist to pull down her pajama bottoms.  When they descended to her ankles, she obediently stepped out of them. 

Arguably Tim had permission to strip Ruth naked “as if she were his wife”, but Tim and Ruth had decided that full nudity would wait until their wedding night.  Ruth wasn’t wearing a bra, so he reluctantly left her pajama top on, although he unbuttoned its lower buttons so that he could easily lift it in back.

Then he turned his attention to Ruth’s panties.  Today’s panties sported a little-girl purple print design, which contrasted charmingly against Ruth’s big-girl curves, which strained the translucent fabric.

Not wanting to hurry this enticing process, Tim took a moment to hug her, to kiss her belly, and to remind her how much he loved her, even though he was about to deliver her punishment.  Then he reached for her panties, stretched their waistband, and then worked them down past her hips.  Finally he gently pulled down to extract the gusset from that secret place between her thighs.   When the gusset snapped free he saw dampness.  When he looked closely at the place where that fabric had so recently nestled, he saw dampness and matted hair. 

Ruth followed his gaze, and then blushed purple!  The evidence of her arousal was indisputable.

“OK,” said Tim, “I think I have just figured out what is going on here.  Ruth, we need to talk.”

Ruth collapsed on the couch next to Tim, her face in her hands, and with real tears flowing for the first time today.            

Tim still had much to learn about life and especially about women, but he now understood perfectly well the reason for Ruth’s puzzling behavior.  The idea of being spanked was arousing to her!  It was time for them to have an honest talk about this.  The truth was, the idea of spanking aroused him too!

He asked her gently, “How long have you had these feelings about being spanked?”

She blubbered, “You must think I’m a freak!”  But then she explained, “It has something to do with you Tim.  I hate it when you are actually spanking me.  I don’t fake those tears!  But it’s just the idea of you taking me in hand, taking off my clothes, and then the closeness of being across your lap and being in your control.  I can’t help it!  I make up sexy scenarios in my head, and they always end with you spanking me.  I think about them at night, and I always get aroused.  It’s never daddy or mommy spanking me, it’s always you.”

Tim took her hand and placed it on the unmistakable hardness in his groin.  “If you are a freak because spanking turns you on, then what am I?”

“You just took my panties off,” she protested, “of course you’re hard.”

“Honey,” he explained, “I could be spanking you over your snow suit, and I would still get hard!”

“Oh,” she exclaimed in a small voice.  “So where does this leave us?”

“Well for one thing,” Tim explained firmly, “You have broken your mother’s rules, so you still get spanked, and spanked hard!”

Ruth offered no objection, but Tim wasn’t done.

“When we are finally married, all of the barriers between us fall, we’ll make our own rules then.  There will be no reason they why we can’t play some sexy spanking games.  But they will always end in mild spankings, just enough to get us both hot and bothered!  But punishment spankings will still happen.  They will be hard and they will hurt like Hades.  So there will never be any confusion between punishment spankings and those new, fun, sexy kind of spankings that we will invent.  Does that make sense to you Ruth?

She put an arm around him and squeezed, “Yes, I understand now.  I really can’t wait until we’re married.”  

He squeezed her in return, and planted a kiss on her cheek, “Believe me sweetheart, I live for that day.  But we agreed to wait until we graduated, so let’s stick with the plan ... right?”

Unenthusiastically, Ruth agreed.

“And until that day, you still live under your parent’s roof and by their rules right?”

“Yes Tim, you’re absolutely right.”  She paused and swallowed before she spoke again, “and now I get spanked?”

He answered firmly, “You get spanked extra hard so I’m sure that you don’t engineer any more spankings for yourself.  Now go fetch us a chair.  You know where it goes.”

Then, like before, Tim enjoyed the retreating view of Ruth’s firm bare bottom as she obediently walked into the dining room to select a chair.

Moments later Ruth reappeared, dragging a chair to the appointed spot.  Unable to hide the evidence of his arousal, Tim stood and then met her at the chair.  Before he sat, he pulled her into a full-body hug, which she enthusiastically reciprocated.  His hands started high on her back, but of their own volition drifted down until they cupped her two temporarily-white nether orbs.   Their pelvises ground together, both breathed hard.

It took a physical effort for Tim to finally break the clinch.  “Wow,” he said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.  We really must get down to business here.”

“I know,” Ruth said sadly, “but that was soooo good for a few moments!”

Tim swallowed hard and than sat purposely in the armless chair that Ruth had provided for them.  Obediently and contritely, Ruth stood before him. 

“May I ask?” she said in a respectful tone, “Will this be one of my mother’s type spankings or will it be like last time?”

“This spanking is coming from your mother, so it will be in her style,” Tim replied, “but expect something extra at the end.  You earned this spanking willfully, so you deserve extra.”

Ruth nodded, gravely accepting Tim’s judgement.  “Speaking of mother, are you going to tell her?”

“You know we don’t keep secrets from your mother, so yes, she needs to know.  It will be embarrassing, but we will tell her together.”

Sadly Ruth nodded again.  And then she gracefully bent herself over her man’s lap, thus presenting her bare bottom for correction.


The sharp-eared Mrs. Marsh sat in her bedroom with the door ajar.  She wasn’t snooping, Tim and Ruth knew full well that she was there and “on duty”.

Mrs. Marsh was a lady who was very familiar with spanking from both ends.  She was no stranger to her husband’s lap both for real punishment spankings and for mild but stimulating foreplay spankings.  At the “giving” end of the spectrum, she had spanked Ruth many times, her husband a few times over the years, and Tim twice.  Mr. And Mrs. Marsh kept their sex and spanking activities very private, so Ruth would have been shocked to discover that her mother had received her last punishment spanking less than a month ago!

But none of that was on the lady’s mind just now.  Mrs. Marsh had been waiting for what seemed like forever, but all she heard from the couple in the living room was an occasional hard syllable that somehow made the trip to her ear.  Fortunately or unfortunately, Tim wasn’t a screamer.  Regardless of the situation, even when he was scolding Ruth, he always talked in level tones.  She was almost ready to sneak a peek into the living room to see what the delay was, when she heard the scrape of a chair on the dining room floor.  She smiled to herself, that would be Ruth fetching a chair for her spanking.  The action should start any minute! 

There was another five minutes of silence.  Mrs. Marsh was just starting to get antsy again, when she heard the first mild spanks.  That would be Tim starting the first “layer” of Ruth’s spanking, the “warm-up” spanks.  He hadn’t done it that way for Ruth’s last spanking, but Ruth had given him good reason to vary the routine. 

As usual, Ruth didn’t remain silent, even under her warmup spanking.  She could hear her blubbering softly and offering the usual apologies and promises in a whiney voice.   But the mother could tell that Ruth wasn’t really seriously contrite yet, not by a long shot!

As usual, the warmup “layer” of Ruth’s spanking went on for several minutes.  From previous experience, she could easily picture her daughter’s firm bottom jouncing under those careful slaps as Tim “pinked up” every square inch of Ruth’s spankable flesh.  The lady knew that by the time Tim finally finished with Ruth’s buttocks and progressed lower, the girl’s legs would do a certain horizontal dance in homage to the building sting to her thighs.  She now trusted Tim to view the delights that Ruth would briefly expose as her thighs splayed open and then snapped back together.

Finally the warmup was over, so the mother sat through another minute or two of silence.  She knew that Tim would be gently reminding Ruth about why she was over his lap, what she was supposed to learn from this “lesson”, and how she must behave in the future.

Then Mrs. Marsh heard a series of harder spanks.  This would be the start of the second “layer” of Ruth’s punishment.  Now Ruth’s bottom would be rippling and flattening under the assault.  Each spank would leave a red handprint.  In short order, those handprints would merge into an overall bright red color.

As always, Ruth would try to be “good”, to stay in place for her deserved punishment and not to struggle.  But for this part of the spanking, Tim would need to firmly hold her torso in place.  But for now, he would leave her legs free.  As this part of the spanking continued, Ruth’s legs would kick in a predictable cycle.  At first she would crush her legs together and clench her bottom tight, but then somehow she would forget and her legs would become mobile.  Then they would flutter as if she were swimming for a moment.  Next they would splay open, showing Tim the treasures that would be his after his marriage.  He would take advantage of the opportunity to land a few spanks to her inner thighs, which would remind her of her legs.  Finally she would close them and clench, starting the cycle again!    

Now Mrs. Marsh could easily hear what was happening in the living room! For this second part of her spanking, Ruth’s vocalizations started out as a louder version of before.  She loudly bawled and promised eternal perfect behavior if only Tim would pause for just a moment!  As her spanking progressed, she become both frantic and louder. 

By now, any neighbors that happened to be out in their yards would could clearly hear.  Some would be embarrassed and were likely to scurry inside.  Others would be intrigued, and would stop whatever they were doing to absorb every detail of the sounds.  By the time Tim had finished that second “layer” of spanks, poor Ruth had dissolved into incoherence.

Then the spanking sounds abruptly stopped, but Mrs Marsh heard her daughter continue to cry.  Tim had finally completed that second “layer” of spanks.  Finally the girl apparently noticed that she was no longer being spanked, so her cries diminished.

And then came another silence. 

She heard nothing, but Mrs. Marsh knew precisely what was happening.  Tim would patiently wait until Ruth recovered enough to return to her senses.  Then in his usual level voice  he would ask her why she was being spanked.  He wouldn’t proceed until she had given him a satisfactory answer, so that he knew her thoughts were of the behavior that had landed her in her present predicament.   

When he was ready, and not before, Mrs Marsh knew that Tim would finally speak in a mild voice, “Should we finish this Sweetheart?”

Miserably, Ruth would nod her agreement.  Then she would cooperate as Tim shifted her on his lap.  She would end up over only his left leg, freeing his right leg to pin her two legs down.  Gently but firmly, he would also restrain her right hand so that it couldn’t interfere with what was about to happen.

Then, using fast and hard spanks, Tim would quickly apply the third “layer” of Ruth’s spanking.  Ruth wouldn’t be able to stop herself from straining against Tim’s improvised restraint, but it would do her no good.  All she would be able to do was bellow and screech as her bottom turned a deeper shade of red.


Suddenly Mrs. Marsh was able to stop her anticipation and guessing, because the emphatic sounds of the climatic third part of Ruth’s spanking rang through the house.   As usual, Ruth responded immediately, and did so at the top of her lungs!  As loud as Ruth was, her voice wasn’t sufficient to totally cover up the sharp sounds of Tim’s palm swiftly and repeatedly colliding with her bare bottom.  June Marsh had no doubt that some of those sounds would leak out of the house to be heard by neighbors.  However, such sounds were common enough in this town that it was unlikely that anyone would bother commenting.

Usually this last part of a Marsh-style spanking was severe but mercifully brief.  However, Mrs. Marsh noted that today’s spanking went on distinctly longer than normal.  In fact, by the time Tim finished, poor Ruth was distinctly hoarse.     

Mrs. Marsh wondered what had prompted Tim to give Ruth extra punishment, but she had come to trust Tim’s judgement in these matters.  Doubtless Tim and/or Ruth would soon tell her the whole story. 

It took longer than usual for Ruth’s cries to die down, but finally it happened, so the house again became quiet.  Mrs. Marsh looked at her watch.  She knew that by now Ruth would have crawled up into Tim’s lap to shed her few last tears and then to share a tender reconciliation with him.  She decided that it would be safe to give them fifteen minutes in the relative privacy of the living room.


Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Marsh appeared in the living room, a damp washcloth in one hand, and the familiar jar of soothing lotion in the other.  As she expected, both Tim and Ruth were still ensconced on the armless chair.  Tim was sitting normally, but a still bare-bottomed Ruth was straddling his lap facing him.  Her tears had mostly dried, and their “reconciliation” had become distinctly ardent.  Although she was slightly concerned, Mrs. Marsh was soon to learn that the young couple had not violated her trust.  Tim was still buttoned and zipped up tight, although his male equipment was straining at its confinement.     

At her mother’s suggestion, Ruth laid back across Tim’s lap so that he could apply lotion to her bottom.  Finally, Mrs. Marsh took a good look at her daughter’s bottom.  From the mottling, it was clear that she would be wearing marks for the next several days.  Knowing that Tim must have done that purposely, she looked at him significantly with a raised eyebrow. 

“I gave Ruth some extra Mrs. Marsh, because she got those three zaps willfully.”

Mrs. Marsh’s eyes opened wide, “Is that true Ruth?”

Her head near the carpet, Ruth’s voice sounded strange, “Yes ma-am”.

“Then Tim did you a huge favor.  If your bottom wasn’t already marked, I would be sending you to fetch the hairbrush!”

“Yes ma-am,” Ruth whined.

Tim grinned inwardly, His strategy had worked.  He was pretty sure that he had gotten his message across to Ruth, but he had also saved her from a hairbrush spanking!

“Mrs. Marsh,” Tim asked, “We will explain everything to you before I leave tonight.  Would that be OK?”

“OK”, the lady agreed, “I know you two are anxious to go upstairs for a while.  So get Ruth dressed and then go.  When you come back down, the three of us will have a serious talk, and I will expect the full truth.”

As Mrs. Marsh watched the couple ascend the stairs hand-in-hand, she noticed that their pace was distinctly more urgent than normal.  She called after them, “Have fun but remember The Rules!”

Her answer came floating down the stairway in simultaneous male and female voices, “Yes Ma-am”


Obviously refreshed from their heavy petting session, Ruth and Tim shyly returned downstairs about an hour later.  

Mrs. Marsh called them into the kitchen.  She poured tea into three cups, as everybody sat down around the kitchen table.  Tim and Mrs. Marsh looked at each other and smiled as they saw Ruth gingerly place her tender bottom onto the hard kitchen chair.

Mrs. Marsh started with the usual prayer, asking for truth and wisdom, and then got right down to business, “Ruth you go first, tell me what is going on.”

The girl gulped, and then jumped right in, “I guess I got some romantic ideas about being spanked by Tim, so I got those three “zaps” on purpose.”

Mrs. Marsh needed more information, “What kind of romantic ideas Ruth?”

Ruth hesitated, but finally answered honestly, “Mommy, it’s totally different when Tim spanks me, especially now that it’s just the two of us when it happens.”

“Yes”, she agreed, “It’s always different when your lover spanks you.  It’s just not the same as being spanked by a parent or at school.”

Ruth thought that she was off the hook, but her mother looked her in the eye and then demanded, “Now explain how it is different for you!”

Ruth cringed, but then answered honestly, honestly afraid that she was about to horrify her mother, “Mommy, it turns me on, I get physically aroused.”

To Ruth’s surprise, her mother relaxed and actually smiled.  What Ruth heard next shocked her to her core, “Like mother, like daughter.”

As frank as Mrs. Marsh was in discussing sexuality with Ruth and Tim, she seldom shared what was private between her and her husband.  Now the lady offered a rare insight into what happens in her own bedroom, “Your father and I have been married for over twenty years now, but we are still lovers and will be for many years to come.  Yes, spankings still turn us both on, but punishment spankings hurt!  We have “play” spankings, but there is no mistaking a real punishment spanking and it is always something to be avoided.  Understand?”

Young folks don’t like to think of their parents as sexual beings, so that information left Ruth red-faced and temporarily speechless.  So it was Tim who answered, “Yes Mrs. Marsh, we sort of figured out that there can be two kinds of spankings.  Ruth and I will have “fun” spankings, but they won’t be hard.  Real punishment spankings will hurt like hell, but will still be given in love.  Afterwards, we will always forgive each other.”

Mrs. Marsh gave Tim an affectionate peck on the cheek, “It took Jim and I over a year of marriage to figure that out, but you and Ruth seem to be starting out right.  I predict that you two will have an amazing life together.”


On that happy note, the meeting broke up.  Tim made his way back to his own home and his own bedroom.  Mrs. Marsh stayed up a while longer, but Ruth retired for the night. 

In the darkness, the freshly-spanked young lady dreamed erotic dreams of her soon-to-be life with her new husband.   

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