Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Instant Fatherhood Part 4: "The unfair spanking" (F/f, M/F)

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This story springs from two roots. Without both roots, the incident would never have happened. The first root is from Part Three: Ed allowed his fiancée, Jenny, to assist in his daughter Karen’s punishment for violating Ed and Jenny’s privacy. Ed would later realize that he had not been careful enough with that situation, so Jenny was somehow left with the mistaken idea that Ed had given her carte blanche permission to discipline Karen.

The second root actually traces back to a few weeks after Ed and Jenny had met. On an evening when Ed and Karen, his adopted teenage daughter, were home alone, Karen asked Ed if they could have “truth serum” (Actually, Karen’s favorite ice cream) for desert. “Sure” said Ed. But then, looking at Karen’s serious face, Ed asked, “Does this mean that we have something to talk about?” Karen looked at the floor and mumbled “Yes”.

Later, when Karen had emptied half of her bowl of ice cream, Ed finally prodded her, “Karen, wasn’t there something you wanted to talk to your Daddy about?” Karen’s face instantly fell, “Yes, we need to talk about something, but then I am afraid you are going to want to spank me.” “Let me be the judge of that,” Ed said soothingly, “just put the truth out here on the table so we can both talk about it.”

“Well” Karen said, as if she didn’t know where to start. “I…err…I have been doing something bad.” “Go on” Ed urged “I know this is hard for you, but you are half way there now.” “I…I…I have been doing something I know is bad and I can’t seem to stop.” Ed instantly relaxed, guessing what it was. “Do you mean something you do in the bedroom by yourself?” The girl looked startled, “How did you know?” “Because virtually everyone does that when they are growing up, it is a normal part of growing up and turning into an adult.”

“Do you mean it’s OK to do that?” The girl asked with mild amazement. “Well” Ed temporized, “as long as you do it in private and not so often that you crowd other things out of your life, or make yourself sore and… “And what?” “And as long as you promise to wash your hands afterwards.” Ed said with a grin. “Daddeeee, yuck!” Karen squealed, “Of course I wash my hands after my hands are…err…there”.

In a more serious tone, Ed added, “I guess this is something we should have already talked about, but we parents tend to avoid it because it is uncomfortable for us. First of all, the proper word for it is ‘masturbation’ and it is something that almost nobody talks about and fewer people admit to actually doing.” Karen nodded her understanding but added, “some kids at school told me that it is bad for you and it is a sin.” “Well Honey,” Ed said, “everything I have read on the subject says it is perfectly normal, and I know that some people think it is bad, but I believe that they just have an old fashioned idea.”

Karen looked at Ed with large innocent eyes, “Did you ever masturbate Daddy?” Ed blushed deeply, “Err… Like I said, this is something that almost nobody talks about… This is just between me and you right?” “Sure” said Karen, already knowing the answer. “Then ‘Yes,’ Ed admitted reluctantly, “Can we move on to another subject now?” “Sure” said Karen with a bit of a smirk

Now that you know the two roots to this story, you can probably guess some of what comes next.

It was about two weeks later, when Ed had to work a rare half-day on a Saturday. Jenny, (who was spending more and more time at the Collins house as the marriage date approached) came by after breakfast to take Karen to a shopping trip, and found the house seemingly empty until she found Karen’s bedroom door closed. She called Karen’s name and received no answer, so she opened the bedroom door expecting to find Karen asleep. Instead, she found Karen on her bed, her eyes screwed tightly closed, with her pajama top wide open, her pajama bottoms at her ankles, her knees bent, her thighs wide open, and her hand working industrially somewhere just inches below her navel.

Karen did not even notice that the door was open until she heard Jenny loudly clear her throat. Karen’s eyes flew wide open and she instantly abandoned what she was doing to reach down and pull up her pajama bottoms. “It’s too late for that Karen” Jenny snapped, “just kick those pajama bottoms off and we will deal with this girl-to-girl.” Having no idea what was on her future mother’s mind, Karen obeyed, finding herself nude in front of Jenny except for her unbuttoned pajama top.

“It looks like I got here just in the nick of time,” started Jenny, “It is important that you don’t get addicted to that kind of behavior. It is a sin, it is bad for your body, and it will lead you straight to slutty behavior with boys, which will likely lead to your pregnancy. I don’t want your father to be hurt by knowing what you were doing, so I am going to ‘nip this in the bud’ right now.”

Karen was simultaneously confused, ashamed, and scared. She was plenty old enough to understand Jenny’s tone of voice, and knew that a spanking was coming, and she was certainly ashamed at having been discovered masturbating. But in the light of the conversation she so recently had with Ed, Jenny wasn’t making any sense to Karen.

Karen tried to explain to Jenny but got nowhere; “but…but” “but nothing Karen!” Jenny insisted, the only ‘butt’ around here is going to be a red one! I love you Karen but I am going to do you the huge favor of making your bottom hurt so much that you will never want to abuse yourself again. You are just too nice a girl to be treating yourself that way.” The girl tried again; “But Jenny I….”. Jenny stopped the girl before she could explain; “What did I tell you Karen? There is nothing to talk about! Your hairbrush is here in your bedroom right?” With a dry mouth Karen answered, “Yes Mam.” “OK then” Jenny responded, “fetch me your hairbrush and let’s deal with this right now before your father gets home and finds out what you were doing while his back was turned.”

Sobbing in fear, frustration and mortification, Karen did the only thing she knew to do; she obeyed. As Jenny watched the pretty young teen turn and walk to her dresser, she admired the girl’s round bottom and budding figure and knew that her future daughter was maturing fast. As the girl retrieved the feared hairbrush from her dresser drawer and turned around with it in her hand, Jenny noticed that the girl’s silky fine pubic hair was still wet and matted. The realization that this was evidence of Karen’s recent sin filled Jenny with a new resolve, she must act now or this girl would go irretrievably down the slippery slope to sluthood. Reluctantly, the wet-faced girl handed Jenny the hairbrush. Sitting down purposely on the edge of Karen’s bed, Jenny laid the hairbrush behind her and motioned for Karen to stand at her right side. “Every time you get the urge to do that…that thing…to yourself, and you WILL get the urge, I want you to think of yourself getting caught and then I want you to think of yourself across my knees getting your bare bottom walloped; understand?” Karen nodded sadly. “OK,” Jenny ordered in a no-nonsense tone of voice, “you may put yourself in place so we can get started”. Obediently, Karen did exactly as she was told.

Fortunately for Karen, the spanking started without further scolding. Karen was still confused and a bit numb; but that did nothing to protect her bottom! Jenny folded Karen’s pajama top high on the girl’s back, leaving her virtually naked. Without bothering with a slow warm-up, Jenny started right out with a brisk hand spanking, applied in that same uneven random style that Karen unhappily remembered from the day she had been caught eavesdropping on Jenny and her father. Almost immediately, Karen was crying freely as her bottom bounced and jounced from the firm spanks and her torso futilely tried to twist her quickly reddening buttocks away from the worst of the blows. Of its own accord, Karen’s right hand came back to attempt to shield her tush from the blows, but Jenny easily caught it and pinned it in the small of Karen’s back.

The spanking continued until Karen’s bottom was significantly redder than the other time Jenny had spanked her. Finally Jenny stopped to take a breath and inspect her work. Karen had barely enough time to realize that her spanking had paused before Jenny shifted the girl’s weight slightly, moved her right leg out from under her, and used it to trap Karen’s legs.

Purposely picking up the hairbrush, Jenny spoke to Karen for the first time since the spanking began; “Karen, are you listening to me? … Karen!” Finally Karen realized that she was expected to respond; “Uhhh, yes maam?” “Are you thinking about what this spanking is all about?” “Yes Mam, I…I won’t do it any more.”

“OK Karen,” Jenny said, “I want you to visualize what you were doing when I opened the door and caught you, … Are you doing that?” “Yes Mam,” Karen sobbed. “OK then Karen, I want you to hold that thought in your head and forever connect it to this…”

The only warning that Karen was given was a tightening of the hand that was already firmly pinning her right hand in the small of her waist, before Jenny used the hairbrush to unleash a furious fusillade on Karen’s bottom.

Pinned in place with her bottom exploding in impossible pain, Karen could do little but arch her back and howl. Copying Ed’s previous performance, Jenny took about two minutes to first turn Karen’s bottom an angry dark shade of red, and then continued until a few darker splotches showed; these would later turn unto painful marks on the girl’s bottom, which would serve to reinforce the “lesson” every time Karen sat down over the next few days. By now, it was clear from Karen’s diminishing struggles and cries that the punishment had reached its logical conclusion. With a final two extra-hard swats to each cheek, Jenny released the sobbing girl, helped her to her feet, and gathered her into a long tender hug. It took at least 15 minutes before Karen regained her composure. Jenny continued to hold the girl a bit longer, relishing the quiet and this closeness with her soon-to-be daughter. Finally, she walked Karen into the bathroom to wash away her tears.

“I am really sorry I had to do that Karen” Jenny said gently “I am sure that we will never need to have that particular conversation again will we?” Still confused, Karen said what she knew was required of her “No Maam” “OK then” Jenny said brightly” Let’s forget this ever happened, get you dressed, and then go do that shopping just like we planned”.

Still confused but feeling vaguely guilty, It took two days before Karen could bring the subject up with Ed. “Daddy, remember that talk we had about things we do by ourselves in the bedroom?” “Yes honey” He replied, wondering what was on the girl’s fertile mind.

“I…I guess we had some sort of misunderstanding a couple of weeks ago when we talked about mas…mas…masturbating.” “I thought we were pretty clear on that Karen” Ed replied, “What is the misunderstanding?” Karen kind of choked and finally replied: “Well Jenny kind of…sort of…caught me…doing it. She said that it was a very bad thing to do and that it was a sin.”

With Ed’s patient probing, the entire story of the incident with Jenny came out, including Karen’s spanking. For a moment, Ed felt like his world was closing in on him. Afraid that Karen would think that his anger was directed at her, Ed made a monumental effort to keep the anger he was feeling out of his voice.

Although Karen was not normally shy in front of her new father, it was very difficult for her when Ed insisted on viewing the “damage” from her spanking. His eyes grew wide and he gritted his teeth when he saw the angry marks on his little girl’s bared bottom.

Fortunately, Jenny had a church committee meeting that evening. After the meeting she would go home to her own apartment, so Ed had a full day to cool down and consider how to confront his fiancée. On reflection, he felt partly responsible for not making it clear to Jenny that his previous permission to spank Karen had been a one-shot deal. On the other hand, Jenny had failed to listen to Karen’s explanation and by contradicting his previous advice to Karen, had directly undermined Ed’s authority with his daughter. Worse yet, Jenny had kept the whole incident a secret from him! Upset as he was, Ed was not ready to ditch Jenny over a single incident, even one as serious as this. Jenny had obviously acted without thinking; Ed silently vowed not to make things even worse by doing the same himself. He silently vowed to be patient with Jenny and to hear her side of the story before acting.

The next day, Jenny was supposed to come over for supper, but Ed called her at work and asked if they could “cancel supper” and said that he would like to see her at her apartment that evening. Jenny could instantly tell by the sound of Ed’s voice that something was wrong, but could elicit no further explanation from him.

After Ed had a quiet dinner with Karen, he washed the dishes and then checked that Karen was industrially doing her schoolwork. He gave her a hug and a fatherly kiss on the cheek, reminded her of her 10 PM school day bedtime and left for Jenny’s apartment.

Jenny waited nervously in her apartment for Ed’s arrival. A thousand thoughts went through her mind, but she hadn’t a clue what was on Ed’s mind. Finally she heard a familiar knock on her door and rushed to let him in. Holding a brown paper bag in one hand, he distractedly gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek before leading her to the couch. “What’s going on Ed?” She asked.

Ed got right to the point: “Tell me about Saturday morning.” “We had a nice day and got all of our shopping done.” Jenny replied. “No” Ed said, “I mean before you two went out shopping.”

“Oh” said Jenny, “I wanted to save you that worry. I am sorry you had to hear about that.” Without raising his voice, Ed firmly insisted, “Jenny, I asked you to tell me about Saturday morning. Will you please do that for me?”

At that, Jenny finally told Ed the entire story, starting with finding Karen “in the act” and ending with the hairbrush spanking. “I really thought it was best for all concerned to keep this ‘just between the girls” she concluded. “Did Karen try to explain anything to you?” Ed asked evenly. “What’s to explain?” Jenny responded, “I caught her in the act.”

“There are several problems here,” Ed explained. “First, I am Karen’s father, and there should be no secrets about Karen kept from me. Second, I never gave you carte blanche to discipline Karen without even talking to be first, especially not to spank her.” “But…but” Jenny started. “Jenny” Ed said, “I know you meant well, and I am trying not to be mad at you, but I am not done. Please let me finish.” Mollified, Jenny replied “OK”.

“I think the first error you made was not listening to Karen. If you had let her talk, she would have told you that we had a talk about masturbation about two weeks ago and I gave her the best information I had available.” Opening the bag he continued: “I got the information right out of these child care books, and on the subject of teen masturbation, all three generally agree.” My pastor gave me one of these books when I adopted Karen, and the other two came highly recommended from friends. At the time, I figured I needed all the help I could get!”

“What is there to read?” Jenny asked, “I learned when I was growing up that masturbation is bad for you, it leads to early sexual activity, and it is a sin against nature. We all know that”. “Yep,” agreed Ed, “I ‘learned’ that too when I was a kid, but it seems I learned wrong. I am going to leave these books with you and I want you to promise to read them, and then I hope you will do your own research. When you are all done, we don’t have to agree about masturbation, but I want you to promise to open your mind.”

“OK” Jenny agreed. “And then,” Ed continued, with just a tiny bit of steel slipping into his voice “We need to talk again about Saturday morning, because we are not even close to being done. We still need to talk about why you refused to listen to Karen and why you decided to punish her without even telling me. Can we do that tomorrow?”

“I guess I am in trouble huh?” Jenny asked soberly,” That would be an understatement.” Ed agreed, “As things stand today, I still want you to be my wife, and Karen still wants you to be her mother” Jenny started to relax, but Ed continued, “But how we proceed depends a lot on your attitude about what happened and if I think that this incident signals some continuing problem”.

“OK”, sad Jenny, “I promise to do my homework. When do you want to get together tomorrow?” “See you at our place for supper tomorrow? Ed asked. Jenny quickly agreed. After a few more minutes of small talk, Ed made his excuses, gave Jenny a hug and a quick kiss, and departed. It was not lost on Jenny that the Ed failed to linger for their usual “fooling around” session. Lately these had been wonderful events that increasingly ended up with the couple between the sheets.

It was nearly midnight when Ed’s phone woke him from a sound sleep. When Ed picked up the phone, a very distraught Jenny was on the other end.

The words tumbled out of her mouth: “I, err, did my homework, and I did a lot of thinking. Yes, my ideas about masturbation were about half a century behind the times. I can’t believe how stupid I was about this whole thing. I made a terrible mistake with Karen! How am I ever going to make it up to her?”

Ed’s response was not as helpful as Jenny was hoping for: “First we need to settle this matter between you and me before we can even start to talk about how you might make this up to Karen”. Jenny’s only response was an anguished sob. “I was planning to talk to you about this tomorrow Jenny, but your two biggest mistakes were not listening to Karen, and then trying to keep the incident secret from me. Both of these things make me question your basic judgment ability.” “It seems to be a curse in my life that every time something really good is about to happen to me, I do something blindingly stupid and end up sabotaging myself” Jenny blubbered.

“Well, what do you suggest we do now” Ed asked, “How can you convince me that you have truly learned a lesson here and that this will never be an issue again?” There was a long silence at the other end of the line. Ed, determined to “keep the ball in Jenny’s court” waited, forcing Jenny to finally respond. If I tell you how Sam (Jenny’s late husband) and I would have handled this will you think I am some sort of pervert? You and I have been intimate long enough that I would know by know if you were a pervert Jenny” Ed replied, “Just say what is on your mind”.

“Well,” Jenny started, “Perhaps I should have told you about this before, but I was afraid to.” :”Just get it out,” Ed said, “I really doubt that it will make me think worse of you, and it may help.” “OK”, Jenny said as she drew a big breath, “Sam and I had sort of a deal. When I did something like this; you know…something stupid or something wrong, we had sort of a deal…” “Go on”, Ed said encouragingly. Finally she continued: “When something like that happened, he…he…spanked me. Not just a baby spanking, he spanked me really hard…on the bare bottom.” Ed could almost hear his fiancée blush over the phone. “And then the second half of the deal was that I always learned my lesson from my punishment so it would never need to be repeated, and Sam always forgave me as soon as the spanking was over. Our most important rule was that the end of the spanking was the end of the incident, as if it had never happened.”

“OK, let’s make sure I am clear on this”, Ed said, “You’re suggesting that you will willingly submit to a spanking to settle this incident, and after that, you will never do anything like this again?” Her heart beating furiously, Jenny breathed, “Yes”. Ed bore in, “…and I get to decide when I am going to give you this spanking, where I am going to give you this spanking, how long it will be, how hard it will be, what clothing you will take off first, and what I am going to spank you with?” Jenny gulped and answered, “Yes, I will have no say in the punishment.” Ed wasn’t done, “… and after that, we will have the same agreement that you and Sam had? You will submit to a spanking any time I reasonably decide you have earned one?” “As long as you hold up your end of the bargain,” Jenny agreed, “when the spanking is over, the entire incident is over and I am forgiven.” “OK,” Ed agreed, I am ready to go along with your suggestion, but there is just one more thing that I want you to consider before we “seal the deal”. “Go ahead” Jenny said, wondering what was next.

“I saw Karen’s bottom. It seems only fair that I should use that same hairbrush on you and that your bottom should look at least as bad as hers did.” Jenny heart rate accelerated even more, but there was only one answer to give: “Under the circumstances, I guess that’s only fair,” she managed to say. “I will do my best to cooperate and stay in position, but you will probably have to hold me down and don’t expect me to be silent! But when it’s over I will only blame myself for my sore bottom.”

“That’s fair enough.” Ed said. “I think that we have figured out a way out of this mess.”

“Not quite” Jenny said, “What do we do about Karen? There is no way we can ‘unspank’ her! Who do I make this up to her? Will she ever respect me again?” There was a long silence on the phone.

“I think that Karen respects you right now.” Ed said carefully. She has been through a lot in her life and she knows that her parents are human and make errors. Why don’t you start out with a good apology? “Naturally I will do that but still…” Ed had another idea: “I may decide that Karen has a right to know about your punishment, but that will take a bit more thinking first. Come here tomorrow straight from work and we will talk to her.”

Jenny gulped and finally asked the next question on her mind, “When…when will I get my sp…sp…spanking?” “Don’t worry Jenny,” Ed said in a reassuring tone of voice, “I won’t keep you waiting for long.” After a bit of “sweet talk” the couple said “good night” and hung up to finish their night’s sleep.

The next afternoon, Jenny arrived at the house just moments after Ed’s car pulled in the driveway. They both greeted Karen, who had been home from school nearly an hour. Then the couplw went into the kitchen to prepare supper. Fortunately, Karen went back to her bedroom to finish her schoolwork so the two had a few moments’ privacy.

Ed realized with a start that he rarely saw Jenny dressed in her office suit, and he found the tightly-skirted outfit to be strangely sexy. As soon as they were alone, he pulled her into a tight hug. Moments later, they were kissing and Ed’s hands were wandering. When he cupped both of his hands around her buttocks, the sensation, though pleasant, served to remind both of them about today’s “business”. Almost apologetically, they stepped back from each other. “Still OK with what we talked about last night? She nodded. “This is your last chance to change your mind” Ed offered. “No”, she replied, “I am nervous as a cat, but I really want to get this over so our life can get back on track.”

Finally she asked what was uppermost on her mind; “Have you thought any more about telling Karen about my spanking?” “Yes”, Ed replied, I have been thinking about it all day, but I still haven’t decided. I think that I will just see how she reacts when we talk to her and then I will just trust to my parental instinct and make the decision on the spot.” “Ok,” Jenny replied nervously, “I will just follow your lead then.”

Supper was a simple affair. Jenny sliced some cold cuts while Ed tossed a salad and warmed up some canned beans. Moments later, they had the table set and called Karen to the table. At first, they ate in silence. Ed noticed that Jenny was barely picking at her food. He was considering encouraging her to eat, but then thought that it was probably better that he not put her across his lap with a full stomach. When they were done, Ed picked up the dishes and brought out bowls of Karen’s favorite ice cream. “Oh wow”, the girl enthused, “truth serum!”

“Close” Ed replied, “but tonight let’s just call it ‘serious talk serum.’ I believe that Jenny has something she wants to say to you”. A few tears instantly betrayed Jenny’s inner turmoil. “It’s about Saturday morning Karen. I was totally in the wrong. You did nothing wrong, and then I didn’t listen when you tried to explain. And then I just went ahead and paddled you with that hairbrush. I would give anything if I had a way to take that spanking back. I am terribly, terribly sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I was mad for a while,” Karen admitted, “Well; perhaps ‘confused’ is a better word. But dad explained everything to me, so I guess I understand what happened now.” Karen stood and gave her future mother a hug. ”You are officially forgiven” she said. Then the girl got a thoughtful look on her face, “I sort of feel that I told on you. Did I get you in trouble with Dad?”

“Whoa.” said Jenny, “It is always OK for you to talk to your father…or your mother. You did nothing wrong and you did not tattle! As for the rest of the question…” She gave Ed a questioning look.” “Yes, Jenny is 100% right,” agreed Ed, “you may always come to either of us, or both of us together, with anything that you have on your mind.” Ed hesitated, obviously considering his next words. “Karen, you have been very grown up about this whole thing so I am going to let Jenny answer the second part of your question, but first I want you to promise that what we talk about next will remain strictly family business. You may not talk about this to anyone except me or Jenny.” Karen nodded soberly; “Yes sir, I promise.”

Ed looked at Jenny, “OK, go ahead and answer the question.” Jenny reached out and took both of Karen’s hands. “You asked if I am ‘in trouble,’ and the answer is yes. I have not yet been forgiven by your father, and (just as important) I have not forgiven myself. Perhaps it was not my fault that I had old ideas about…about what you were doing, but I was wrong to punish you without hearing you out, and I really should have consulted with your father before punishing you. I thank you very much for forgiving me Karen; but yes, I am still in trouble”.

“Go ahead honey,” urged Ed, “tell her the rest.” Jenny gulped and continued, “I have asked your father to please spank me, and he agreed that was the best thing to do. After that, he has agreed to forgive me and forget this mess ever happened.” She choked a bit and finally added, He says my spanking will be at least as hard as the one I gave you. In fact, I think we will need to borrow your hairbrush. Is it still on your dresser?

Karen’s eyes got big and she hugged Jenny. You’re sure you’re not mad at me? Karen asked. “No sweetheart,” Jenny sobbed, “I am mad at me. May I please borrow your hairbrush?” “I wish it were just to brush your hair, but yes; it’s on my dresser.” The girl replied honestly.

“Karen,” Ed said in a businesslike voice, “I want you to gather your school books. I am going to drive you over to the library. I think you need to do an hour or two’s research…right? “Please no daddy,” Karen insisted, “I want to be here to help comfort Jenny after her spanking. That hairbrush hurts!”

“Honey,” Jenny explained gently, “Like you, I assume that your father is getting ready to spank my bottom. If you stay in the house, you will hear my spanking, and that won’t be a pleasant thing for you to hear. I intend to cooperate with your father to the best of my ability, but I also know that he will quickly bring me to tears…and then I will probably beg him to stop, but that won’t do me any good. And then, there is no telling what noises I might make.

“But I know what a spanking sounds like.” Karen insisted, “and I know what that hairbrush feels like, and (she blushed just a bit) I know what a spanking looks like too. I don’t need to see you get spanked, but I am part of this family and I want to be here to comfort you when it is over.”

Jenny looked at Ed. Ed looked at Jenny. They both shrugged. Finally Ed spoke, “Yes, I guess spankings are no mystery to you. I am going to take Jenny in my room for her spanking. I want you to stay in your room until you are sure it is over, and then you can join us for a few minutes. After that, we will need some privacy to …err, talk; so I want you to go to bed early. Does that sound like a fair compromise?”

Karen smiled and hugged her father, “Yes, thank you Daddy.” “OK,” Ed ordered, “then it’s time for you to get to your bedroom, and Jenny; you had better follow your daughter so you can borrow that hairbrush from her.” The girl and the lady left the room.

Shortly later, Jenny timidly returned with the hairbrush in her hand. Ed took her by the arm and led her into his bedroom.

Ed sat on the edge of his bed, stood his woman in front of him, took the hairbrush, and laid it behind him. “Anything we need to talk about before we start?” he asked. Looking him straight in the eye, she shook her head “no”, and then changed her mind. “Just…just remember that I’m not particularly fragile Ed. It is OK to do a good job. I promise not to be mad at you.” “That is a brave thing to say.” Ed said with true admiration in his voice. “Let’s get you ready and then get it done.”

He reached up and unbuttoned her Jacket, helped her shrug out of it, and then carefully folded it and placed it on a chair. Next he fumbled at a single button and finally unzipped her skirt, which dropped to reveal a filmy slip that he had never seen before. The skirt was actually a new experience for him, usually she wore pants. As before, he carefully folded the skirt and placed it on the chair. He felt just a bit guilty to be enjoying Jenny’s unveiling, but then he rationalized “why not?” She was a beautiful woman and she was definitely his, so why should he not enjoy getting her naked? Starting at the bottom button, he unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it. This, he placed on the back of the chair.

Now he returned for the slip. It fastened with three snaps. It dropped to the floor, finally revealing her frilly panties. He spun his finger in the air & she obediently turned around so that he could undo her bra. As it fell from her breasts, she caught it and tossed it to the chair. With her still facing away, Ed reached down to her waist and lowered her panties, revealing her soon-to-be-red bottom cheeks. He planted a kiss on each nether cheek and then lowered the panties all the way to the floor, holding them while she stepped out. He left the slip and panties on the floor.

In a new businesslike tone of voice, Ed demanded, “OK, now tell me exactly why you are being spanked.” Jenny stammered out a reasonable explanation. “I guess that’s good enough.” He agreed judiciously. “You may put yourself into position.” With her heart pounding and her stomach flipping furiously, Jenny obeyed, putting herself across her fiancée’s lap.

Ed massaged both of Jenny’s nether cheeks, as if taking their measure to decide how much punishment they could truly take. When the spanking finally started, it started with spanks that were barely more than love taps, spanks that barely stung. Jenny squirmed at the sensation. Ed took his time, gradually dialing up the strength of the spanks until he was painting a delicate pink blush on her slightly tanned buttocks. Though she remained quiet, Jenny’s squirms became a bit more pronounced.

When he was finally satisfied that he had spanked an even blush over Jenny’s entire bottom, Ed finally started applying more force to his spanks. Now the “pops” from Ed’s hand landing on Jenny’s unprotected bottom were finally loud enough to carry into Karen’s bedroom. Jenny squealed just a bit, but then bit her lip and forced herself to remain silent a while longer.

At last Ed started seriously ratcheting up the force. Jenny was still not making loud noises, but her shoulders were shaking from barely audible sobs. Now that his spanks were finally having a noticeable effect on Jenny, Ed slowed the pace just a bit, giving him a chance to judiciously aim each blow.

Finally, Ed decided that Jenny’s “warm up” was over. He knew that Jenny was teetering on an emotional edge, barely in control. Her bottom was a nice even shade of red from just below her waist to just above her sit-spot. Now it was time for the “real” spanking to start.

Speeding up his spanks, but keeping the same “fairly hard” force, Ed moved his target area down to Jenny’s hitherto untouched sit-spot and upper thighs. He received an instant response to his efforts. Jenny first tried to twist, splaying her legs, and then her right hand automatically came back in a vain attempt to protect her bottom. Expecting that move, Ed simply grabbed her hand and gently but firmly held it in the small of her back in classic OTK style. Now Ed’s spanks moved higher up into more familiar territory, where he finally allowed himself to apply full-force spanks. Her self-control finally spent, Jenny finally wailed her anguish. Now Karen could easily hear the progress of Jenny’s punishment.

Not much later, Jenny’s entire bottom had been spanked to a brilliant red. Jenny had finally given up all semblance of self-control. In fact, she felt like somebody who had been thoroughly spanked. Unfortunately for her, she still was being “warmed up” for the main event, the hairbrush.

Sitting in her bedroom, Karen heard the spanking peak briefly in ferocity and then suddenly stop. For a few moments, Jenny remained in full voice, even though the spanks had obviously stopped. From previous, unhappy, experience Karen could guess exactly what was happening, her father was reaching for the hairbrush!

Ed brandished the hairbrush. “OK Jenny, now you will feel your REAL punishment and then this will finally be over. Remember what this is all about. Do you have that in your head Jenny? Do you remember why you are being spanked?” It took a moment for the question to sink in to Jenny’s overloaded brain, but finally she nodded. Ed decided that given Jenny’s condition that was as good an answer as he was going to get, so he resumed Jenny’s spanking, this time with the hairbrush.

Jenny howled in pain and thrashed and twisted with amazing strength, managing to momentarily hide her bottom from the brush. Ed paused, admonished her to get back into position, and then resumed his duty. After the first hairbrush stroke, Jenny was again howling in full voice. She obviously was struggling to keep herself in position, but after a mere dozen spanks, Jenny again managed to break loose from Ed’s restraining grip and twist her bottom back out of range.

What followed was bit of a struggle, but Ed eventually prevailed. Before the spanking was over, Ed had had to stop and reposition Jenny several times. He was not mad at her, her was certain the Jenny was doing her best to hold position, it was just that she was much stronger than Karen, so spanking her was a very different experience. On the other hand, Jenny’s spanking would have been over much quicker and probably with fewer spanks, if she had just been able to be more cooperative.

Finally Jenny’s punishment was over except for the final spanks. By now, Jenny was nearly spent. Her struggles were not nearly so formidable, and the volume of her yelps and cries was diminishing. Ed did not rush this last part. He wanted to “brand” his lady’s bottom in a way that she would be sure to feel for the next few days, but he also wanted to do so carefully so as not to risk injury to her.

He started with several carefully calibrated hairbrush strokes to each sit spot, with a pause between each stroke so that he could judge its effect. Then he used a series of lighter strokes to work on her upper thighs, just below the sit spots. Finally, he closely inspected his work, adding “touchup” strokes here and there, to get little spots that he had missed. Finally he declared the job done, and laid the hairbrush down on the bed.

He did not immediately release the blubbering lady, but instead rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders as she gradually regained awareness and control.

In her bedroom, Karen had listened to Jenny’s entire ordeal. She heard the spanking start and stop several times, so it was hard for her to know when it was finally over. When two full minutes went by without hearing any new spanks (she actually watched the sweep second hand on her alarm clock) Karen walked out of her bedroom and timidly knocked on her father’s bedroom door. True to his word, he called her in.

She found Jenny still across her father’s knees, her shoulders shaking with sobs, her bottom bright red and mottled. Although she had been able to tell by the sound of the spanks that Jenny’s was “getting it” on her bare bottom, she was slightly surprised to find Jenny totally naked. “OK let’s help her up” Ed said. Together, they carefully set the still-sobbing lady on her feet. Ed held her lightly under her arms until he was sure that she had her balance. Jenny did a typical little ‘spank dance” and then clutched her bottom, which caused a new wave of crying. Finally, she collapsed into the arms of her future husband and daughter. As Jenny and Ed hugged her and kissed her wet face, Jenny shed her last tears and gradually returned to her normal self. “God that hairbrush hurts!” she exclaimed, Then she turned to Karen. “Your bottom must have felt just like that after I spanked you for nothing; how could you possibly forgive me?” “I did and that’s all that matters” Karen replied. “And now your punishment is over, so we can forget the whole thing.”

“Thank you Karen, I love you and I will never forget this.” Jenny enthused, pulling Karen into her bare breasts. At that, Jenny suddenly remembered that she was naked. Both Ed and Karen could see the lady’s embarrassment. Karen spoke up first, “Err, Jenny, you need some lotion on the bottom. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and I will get it for you. Still wet-faced, Jenny agreed and laid herself face-down on the bed, while Ed placed a pillow under her head. Karen ran to the master bath, retrieved the jar of aloe cream, and brought it into the bedroom.. Reaching for the cream Ed thanked his daughter and suggested, “Give Jenny a last kiss and I will spread the cream. You go get some sleep. I promise to take good care of Jenny for you.” Understanding that her father’s suggestion was really a polite command, Karen reluctantly obeyed, disappearing into her bedroom for the night.

Predictably, Jenny jumped as Ed smeared a cold blob of cream onto each hot buttock. But then she squirmed in pleasure as Ed gently smoothed the soothing balm over her inflamed derrière. As Ed rubbed, Jenny gradually noticed a welcome effect, the pain in her bottom gradually dissolved, but was replaced by a delightful tingling is a slightly different place. When Jenny’s “squirms” began to look more like pelvic thrusts, Ed allowed one finger to stray between her legs and found a telltale dampness. Encouraged, Ed followed the dampness to its source, and was quickly rewarded by a groan from Jenny. Moments later, Ed had managed to discard his clothing and, with Jenny’s eager assistance, entered her from behind. The sex that followed, was somewhat brief and athletic, but was uniquely satisfying to both of them.

When their heart rates finally returned to normal, the couple kissed & cuddled, and then finally snuggled & snoozed. Their repeat performance later that night was more gentle, more conventional, but no less satisfying. The third session just before Ed’s alarm was due to go off was the ‘icing on the cake”. It was the first full night the couple had ever spent together, and the first night Jenny had ever spent in Ed & Karen’s house.

The couple took a quick shower together, and then went out to prepare breakfast for themselves and Karen. When Karen saw Jenny wearing one of her father’s bathrobes, she seemed pleased, but not surprised to see that Jenny had obviously spent the night. Instantly Karen realized, this was the opening she had been waiting for!

Jenny bustled back and forth setting the table for the three. When Ed and Karen sat down to eat, Jenny busied herself in the kitchen, leaving her breakfast untouched. Finally, Ed called her to the table, but she seemed reluctant. Finally Ed insisted that she sit down. Gingerly, Jenny finally did, but winced when her bottom touched the chair. She blushed prettily when Ed and Karen gave her knowing grins. “It will be better in a day or two” Ed assured her.

Now Karen saw her chance. With a mixture of teenaged impatience and wisdom beyond her years, Karen asked, “It’s only four weeks before you two get married; why doesn’t Jenny move in now? What’s the point in waiting?” “What would people think?” Jenny exclaimed. With a fake sarcasm that only teens can manage properly, Karen replied, “Duuuhhh! They would think that you two were in love and wanted to be together? What’s wrong with that?” “It just isn’t done” Ed replied. “People would talk, and it just isn’t worth it.”

Karen moved smoothly to “Plan B”.

“OK”, perhaps you’re right, but I need a complete set of parents, and you two obviously love each other, so you are elected. It’s Friday; let’s all three “play hooky” from school and work. We could get you two legally married at the courthouse, and then spend the rest of the weekend moving Jenny out of her apartment. You can be together, and you can still have your church wedding next month just like you planned.

Jenny looked at Ed. Ed looked at Jenny. “The girl makes sense,” Jenny remarked. “Yes, she does,” Ed agreed.

That day, a new family was born.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Deliverance M/F

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Her naked body was bent into an upside-down “V” over her husband’s lap, her toes and her fingers digging into the carpet, her still-white bottom pushed high,reaching hungrily for the first spanks…reaching for deliverance.

This was far different from her usual spankings. True punishment spankings were relatively rare for the couple. Her usual ass-reddenings involved just enough spanking to put an urgent squirm in her bottom and perhaps a real tear in her eye, but they also involved a generous dollop of play-acting, a delicious itch in her groin, and were invariably followed by a generous helping of sex. Today, she just felt dirty and she desperately wanted to be made clean, made clean the surest and quickest way she knew how, made clean by making herself totally vulnerable, made clean by the white-hot application of a hairbrush to her bare bottom, made clean by sincere tears, and made clean by honest shrieks of soul-cleansing pain; in short, made clean by a real punishment spanking

She had confessed all to him. It had hurt her to see the look on his face when he realized the gravity of her crime. His initial angry rejection had hurt far more. Tearfully, she reminded him that their agreement assigned each of them two important, but very different, tasks in this situation. Her tasks were to honestly confess her crime and to willingly submit to her punishment. His responsibilities were to punish without fail and then, having punished, to forgive without fail. This agreement provided the ultimate “safety net” for their marriage; and today, their marriage needed a safety net like it never had before.

It took a few minutes for him to calm down enough to come to his senses, but reason eventually prevailed. She was correct, he was obligated to swallow his anger and do his “husbandly duty” towards his wife. Their discipline agreement, (made before their wedding) provided that he must punish his wife for her sin and then he must forgive her, but it did not say that the punishment must be easy nor that it must be quickly delivered.

Normally, he would take the pleasure of stripping his beautiful wife himself to prepare her for her punishment, but today she seemed too soiled for that. He told her to prepare herself for her punishment. Her rare punishment spankings did not always require her to be entirely bare, but she knew without asking that today everything must come off. Without the slightest hesitation, she complied. Moments later, she was tearfully standing in front of her husband, wearing only her wedding band. Unable to meet his eyes, she stared down at the floor. “We both need some time to calm down and think about this” he explained, “so you can expect a very long corner session. I don’t want to hear a word from you unless I address you, you may only leave the corner for quick, urgent, bathroom breaks; understand?” She nodded sadly. He placed a hard wooden stool in a corner of the living room. He kissed his wife on her wet cheek and motioned her into the corner.

A full four hours passed without one word being said in the couple’s apartment. All that could be heard was the occasional sob issuing from the corner. They missed lunch, but neither noticed. She slipped out of her corner once for a quick bathroom break, and then quickly and silently returned to her assigned place. Reminded of her physical needs, he wordlessly offered her a glass of cold water and then motioned her eyes back into the confines of her corner.

Finally, she heard the scrape of a chair being pulled from under the dining room table and a thump as the chair landed somewhere behind her in the middle of the living room. He softly called her name, and she turned around to find him sitting in the chair, sitting in the chair where her punishment was obviously going to take place. He motioned for her to come. Obediently she came, her hands behind her. Perhaps she was rubbing her bare bottom cheeks as she walked because of the long hours on the hard stool, or perhaps it was because of the spanking she was expecting to momentarily receive, but her innocent gesture made such a darling sight that he had trouble keeping a smile off of his face.

He pointed to a spot three feet in front of his chair and she obediently stopped exactly there, looking at the ground and choking back tears. “Look in my eyes” he ordered. What followed was a sad, quiet, scolding that nearly brought the lady to her knees. Several times he had to stop so she could regain her composure. She expected that her spanking would immediately follow her lecture, but was badly disappointed when he directed her back to the corner. She had no way of knowing, but her husband’s recitation of his hurt had re-aroused his anger, he needed a bit more time to collect himself to ensure that she was safe from his temper.

She was to wait for deliverance from her guilt for another full hour. Never before had the lady wanted so badly to be spanked, spanked long and hard; anything that would deliver her from her overpowering guilt and place her back into the loving arms of her husband. For that entire 60 minutes, he sat in the chair watching his wife, enduring her constant sobbing. Finally he spoke, “bring me the hairbrush.” Relieved that her deliverance was finally at hand, she literally jumped up and dashed into their bedroom to retrieve their “special” hairbrush from the small drawer in the top-right side of their dresser. A moment later, the naked lady anxiously stood in front of her husband and handed him the feared brush. “Do you need to pee first?” he asked. She shook her head. “Do you have anything to say before we start?” Her chin quivered as she tried three times to talk. Finally she got it out: “I…I…I just want to say how sorry I am for what I did and how much I deserve this…I know it has to be really hard…I am ready, but please, please forgive me when it is over.”

He didn’t trust himself to speak. Her little speech had caused a lump in his throat, so he simply pointed to his lap. She wasted no time responding to the invitation. Never in her life did she need a spanking so badly. The lady’s anxiousness to trade her guilt for a red bottom was not lost on her husband and he did not intend to make the transaction easy for her. In spanking, like comedy, timing is everything, and the man sensed that the time was not quite right for spanking his wife. The simple act of waiting would neither add nor subtract from the soon-to-be redness of her bottom, but he calculated that increasing her discomfort with another short delay would add significantly to the effectiveness of the lesson he intended to deliver. So he waited…and waited. In her frustration, she raised her bottom high, as if demanding that he deliver the first spanks, demanding that he finally deliver her deliverance. He waited. She obstinately held her uncomfortable position until he finally saw her tremble and ultimately relax, replacing her full weight onto his lap where it belonged.

Having won that tiny battle, he tucked the brush behind him and wordlessly commenced her “warm up” spanking. With spanks finally raining down on her guilty bottom, the lady seemed at first to take no notice, simply laying there and welcoming with relief the beginning of the end of her guilt. Taking her silence as a challenge, he escalated the action earlier than he might otherwise have done, his spanks coming harder and faster. She gritted her teeth, and held her silence against the sting, wanting the first sounds of her distress to be truly from the soul. She feared that if she showed suffering too soon, there was a real danger he might take pity and spank her less, and that was the last thing she wanted. Finally, in spite of herself, her beet red bottom began to show some motion and she began to make a few involuntary grunting sounds in response to some of the harder spanks.

He paused. Knowing what was coming next, in fact welcoming what was next, she placed her right hand in the small of her back for him to immobilize. Before he could grab her wrist, she found his hand and gave it a squeeze, silently telling him that what was to come was OK with her. He squeezed back, and then grabbed her wrist tightly to keep her hand safely away from the coming action. With the same hand, he pressed down firmly to hold her torso in place. He completed his preparations by deftly swinging his right leg across the back of her knees and reaching back where he had earlier tucked the hairbrush. Once again, she gritted her teeth against what she knew was soon coming. He raised the hairbrush high and brought it down on her right buttock

She knew that hairbrush well; her parents had purchased it for precisely this purpose. She had first felt it, whilst draped across her father’s lap, at the age of thirteen. That hairbrush made the trip from her childhood to her adulthood in an unlabeled richly-wrapped gift box. At her wedding reception, her face had turned beet red when she innocently opened the package and found her old friend packed inside. All of the guests assumed that it was just a cute “gag” gift. She, and her parents, knew better; they knew that the girl sometimes needed this particular type of deliverance, and that need would not stop simply because she was now a married woman.

Amazingly, she held out in silence against the first ten horrendous spanks with that hairbrush. When the sounds finally came, they truly came from deep within her soul. As her husband continued to spank her bottom, she howled and bucked against her husband’s loving restraint. She needn’t have worried about her husband being too easy on her. He well understood that everything that it took to bring them to this particular moment didn’t really count; this was really the beginning of his wife’s spanking. For his wife, a real punishment spanking is not properly started until the spanking has progressed to the point that she was desperate for it to end. She also understood (at some level) that a spanking could not deliver true deliverance unless it progressed well beyond what she could possibly want for herself. The white-hot, cleansing, spanks must be sufficiently severe to succeed in bypassing her “self”, allowing the busy brush to sear its lesson directly into her soul. Although her man did not think of it exactly in exactly those terms, he knew that this spanking had to be something for her to remember the rest of her days. If he wanted to keep this woman, now was the time to deliver!

Now that he finally (as he thought of it) had his wife’s “full attention”, he spent another full ten minutes punishing her backside with that hairbrush. By the time it was over, she was spent, exhausted, no longer requiring her husband’s restraining leg. The removal of that leg gave him virgin territory to spank and gave him reason to spend an additional minute or two completing his grim task.

Finally, he stopped long enough to inspect his work. He took time to evaluate the condition of her bottom, observe her reactions, and carefully replay the spanking in his head to decide if he was truly done or if he still had some “touchup” work ahead of him. Finally he asked; “do you think that is enough of a lesson to ensure that you never do anything like that again?” She responded with a slightly hysterical promise of eternal perfect behavior. Satisfied that her lesson had been properly delivered and that justice had truly been done, he allowed her up off of his lap. After she recovered her balance, the lady spent the usual few moments, in dancing, in renewed crying, and in feeling her tender bottom, before crawling up into her man’s lap and throwing her arms around his neck, exactly as she had always done with her father. When she heard those loving, forgiving, words being mumbled into her ear, she smiled a tired, relieved smile and nuzzled her man.

Deliverance was finally hers.

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The Spencers (M/F, F/M, M/F)

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“The Spencers” is perhaps my first spanking story. I could re-write it, but (for better or worse) I have decided to leave this story forever a work by a younger Guy. Although I had not visited this story for years, I was surprised to find how many elements it shares with my more recent efforts.

THE SPENCERS

CHAPTER 1
I was just trying to help. While Cindy, my wife of 10 years, was out food shopping; I decided to put away the clean laundry that she had left folded on the bed. Everything was fine until I got to her lingerie drawer. As I was placing clean, folded panties in her somewhat depleted lingerie drawer, I noticed a folded paper hidden in its far corner. This seemed strange because Cindy and I have had a wonderful marriage and we do not keep secrets from each other. I was momentarily confused as I opened up the paper and found that it was a traffic ticket for careless driving. My first thought was that there must be some mistake because the ticket was only three weeks old and Cindy had said nothing about a traffic ticket. On second thought, it became painfully obvious what had happened. In a futile attempt to avoid the spanking she was sure to get for careless driving, Cindy had violated our agreement to always confess our wrongdoings to each other. As this was sinking in, I sat down to study the ticket. It seems thatCindy was speeding through the downtown area of our small town and weaving in and out of traffic. The ticket was issued on a Thursday at 4:05 PM. Then it clicked! That was exactly 5 minutes after she was supposed to have our oldest son at the doctor's office that day! A clear and undeniable mental picture formed of Cindy recklessly racing through town with my son, endangering their lives simply because she was late for an appointment. That must also mean that she had enlisted our son in her conspiracy of silence. This was the worst trouble that Cindy had been in our ten years of happy marriage. Oh yes; she has spent her share of time across my knee kicking her long bare legs and squalling to well-deserved spankings, but this is the first time that she had managed to commit so many infractions at one time. It seems that she must be guilty of:
(1) Committing a serious traffic violation,
(2) Endangering her life and the life of our son,
(3) Lying to me by omission, and
(4) Enlisting my oldest child into her lie.

As I thought of what my loving response must be to this situation, my mind went back ten years to the final two weeks of our engagement. As our wedding day loomed, Cindy's behavior became more and more unreasonable. I was beginning to have doubts about the whole thing, but did not want to give up on this beautiful, sexy woman. Her parents could not help but notice their grown daughter's behavior and apparently decided that the time had come to act. They invited me to their house for dinner. The four of us sat around the table, the tension so high that there was little conversation. After supper the dishes were left on the table and Cindy and I were "invited" into the living room for a talk. It seems that Cindy's parents had a very successful marriage and had provided a good home for Cindy. They were now ready to share their secrets to a happy marriage.

Their talk led through the usual topics of sex, politeness, consideration, mutual honesty and love. So far, they could have been reading to us from any marriage manual. They could see that our attention was starting to wane when her father took over the conversation. He was a successful businessman and his voice now took on an edge of command. "Just like in a business, every home must have someone in charge" he began. "Perhaps its ok for the wife to be in charge, but in this house I am the 'benevolent monarch'. That is a lot of responsibility and it must never be abused. Think of it like a corporation and I am the person that owns 51 percent of the stock. It would be illegal and immoral for me to ignore the interests of the other stockholders, but I would be the person in charge and responsible for the health of the corporation". "Before we were married, Cindy's mother and I had a serious talk and came to some firm understandings that still work today."

At this point, both Cindy and her mother started squirming because they had figured out where the conversation was going. For the first time ever, family secrets were going to be divulged.

To the horror of the ladies present, he continued; "I can see that this makes the ladies uncomfortable but you are about to become a member of the family and it is important that you have this information now. You see; before we were married, Cindy's mother agreed that I, as the husband and father, would be in charge of the household. She further agreed to submit to a spanking when I decide that it has been earned. We sat down and wrote up some simple guidelines. I have a copy to show you, but in general it gives both of us rights and certain obligations. I have the right to give her a hand spanking, (usually on the bare bottom) but not in the heat of anger nor in the midst of an argument. I have the right to decide when she deserves a spanking except in one case: Because truthfulness is so important to a marriage, if she is guilty of a lie, she MUST have a hard spanking and I do not have the authority to let her off". "In case you are wondering, Cindy has also been spanked regularly as needed by either one of us. Almost always we are both present for her protection and either of us has the authority to stop the punishment. Technically as long as she is single and lives in our house she can be spanked, but that has not happened since she was 17. In fact; the thought has not even gone through my head for the last three years. That is; until I started noticing how she has been acting the last few days!"

With that, he handed us a copy of their old agreement and a pad of lined paper. "Cindy, your attitude must change right now. You and your future husband now need to do some negotiation and writing and signing" Looking pointedly at me he said that we could have the house to ourselves for at least the next three hours. Then he dropped his final bombshell "You need to take charge starting now if you want a happy marriage. I suggest that the spanking contract that you make be backdated to yesterday. Like I said; you have the house to yourself for the next three hours. Spanking is usually done in the study, bedrooms are for sleeping and loving". The old man then gently led his wife out the front door and into the car. We were left alone.

At first Cindy refused to discuss the issue with me. "You are not going to spank me" she insisted. I finally told her that she would not get any spanking that she did not agree to, if she would just rationally discuss the issues with me one at a time.

She finally agreed.

I read each sentence from her parent’s agreement one at a time, and then asked her if it was fair or how she would change it. She agreed with a surprisingly large percentage of them. Many of their clauses were written on to our pad verbatim. We had considerable conversation about a very few, but were able to come to a reasonable compromise on each one. Finally we got to the end, and I asked Cindy if there were anything she wanted to add. "Yes" she said, "This one is so important that you will never get my signature without it. I want equal spanking privileges, I never did think that it was fair that dad could spank mom but she could not spank him."

This proposal seemed at first to have a certain compelling logical fairness to it. But how could I be truly in charge if she had the authority to order me over her knees for a spanking at her whim? No: that would not work! We spent an hour hammering out a compromise. It gave me basic Sovereign Immunity" from spanking but I promised to consider submitting myself for a spanking if I decided that my behavior was not up to our agreement. Cindy was given the additional authority to demand to spank me if she ever caught me in a lie. In this case a hard spanking was mandatory, the same as for her. My spankings would be on the bare bottom with strap or paddle, supplied by me. Each of my spankings will continue until we BOTH agree that I have been spanked enough.

With that final, rather involved, compromise I prepared the several pages of hand-written clauses for our signatures. I signed with a flourish and handed the pad to Cindy. She picked up the pen to sign and then looked at the date. "NO!" "You are not going to backdate that so you can spank me today!" I reasoned with her quietly. "If you are afraid of being spanked today it must be because you agree that your behavior has been bad". "Well I guess it has been bad" she finally admitted "but then we did not have an agreement". I asked her; "Do you really need an agreement to treat your future husband properly?"

That question hit home. Cindy dropped her eyes, wiped away a tear and finally signed the backdated document. "I guess you are going to spank me now" she said in a small voice. In a rather formal voice I asked her if she was ready to submit to a spanking. "Yes sir" was her barely audible response. I led the shaking, sobbing girl-woman to the study.

CHAPTER 2
The study was furnished in substantial, overstuffed furniture and had a distinctly male touch. I noticed one large armless upholstered chair. "Is this the one he usually uses?" I asked. She nodded silently. She was led to the chair and made to face me as I sat down. From this angle her legs seemed even longer and her waist even smaller. Her ample breasts and long brown hair loomed over me.The tears on her cheeks and the look of sad anticipation on her face made it almost impossible for me to keep from taking her in my arms and tell her that this was just a warning and maybe she REALLY would get spanked next time. NO! I must really go through with this and I must do a good job! The principles to be established tonight were just too important.

On the other hand, there was no hurry. We still had the privacy of the house for another hour and I wanted her to remember this event for the rest of her life. I put my hands on her hips to calm her down and asked her to tell me everything about how her parents spanked her. She admitted that her spankings were almost always on the bare bottom. For lesser crimes she would have to reach under her skirt and lower her panties to her knees while standing next to the armless chair. She would then lie across the parent's knees. Her skirt would be lifted in back and the spanking would be applied to her buttocks and upper legs. If it were to be a harder spanking she would be invited to go first to the bathroom because she was not known for her bladder control. She then took off her shoes and panties. As she bent over her parent's lap, she was required to raise the front of her skirt high. When her skirt as lifted in the rear, she was bare from well above her waist to her toes. The first part of the spanking was then about the same, except perhaps longer. For the final part of the spanking she was made to spread her legs and was spanked on the tender insides of her thighs. Only the hand was used but that was enough!

I then told her about my own childhood spanking experiences. She was finally starting to relax a little when I told her to go the bathroom and then return to the front of the chair. She blushed five shades deeper than I have ever seen before or since!

She was back 5 minutes later still blushing furiously. I then took a good five minutes to explain to her exactly why she was going to get a hard spanking. She sobbed and nodded her head as I talked.

It was finally time to get on with it. I reached down and lifted each of her tiny feet and removed her shoes. Then up to her waistband. Her slacks were unbuttoned and worked down to her ankles. Then her pantyhose. My hands made a third trip up for her panties. When everything was down around her ankles, the quietly sobbing woman was told to step out of her clothes and get into position across my knees.

We had a moment of nervous comedy when she lay down across my lap in the wrong direction. Not wanting to deliver a left-handed spanking, I guided her up and around to the other side of my lap. We had not been angels over the last few months, so in this process no part of her wasexposed to my view that had I had not seen before. Nevertheless, I had an erection of legendary size. Her weight on it hurt and she giggled nervously as I reached under her to adjust myself. Her mirth was to be short lived. The first spanks came quickly. spank............ spank............... spank.......... spank........ spank......spank.... spank..spank.spank.

A red blush was spreading on her bottom, but there was not yet any other reaction from her. I had been spanked many times before, but I was a complete novice at delivery. Obviously I was holding back too much. Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!.........Spank!......... Spank!..........Spank! NOW! Finally some reaction. She was trying to hold back her cries, but her legs were giving her away as they started pumping into the air. Like a conductor leading a symphony her kicking legs urged me on. SPANK!...... SPANK!..... SPANK!..... SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! OUCH! OUCH! STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP!

All the last spanks were on her left buttock. It was now deep red. I paused. OUCH! OUCH! Why did you do it that way? That hurts MORE! "OK" I said. "I can help with that". SPANK!...... SPANK!..... SPANK!..... She cried out and her legs kicked madly. SPANK! ..... SPANK!!......."OW! OW! OWWWWWW! PLEASE: I'LL BE GOOD." SPANK! ....."OWWWWWWWW"SPANK!! "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" SPANK!!! "OWWWWWWWWWWW" Now both sides of her bottom matched color again.

Another pause.

"OK Cathy I love you but we have to do a good job here. Open up your legs so I can spank you in there!" NOOOOOOO! YES! DO IT NOW OR I'LL START GIVING YOU EXTRA SPANKS WHILE WE ARE WAITING."

Slowly, painfully, her long legs opened wide. I could see her most private parts. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! She cried out as I rained spanks inside her left thigh. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The right thigh took more spanks because it is harder to spank at that angle. By this time she was begging to be let up. "HAVE YOU LEARNED ANYTHING Cathy?" " OH YES! OH YES! I'll be good PLEASE! Haven't I had enough now?"

"Soon Cathy, soon" Close your legs and I am going to give you some more on your bottom" "I want you to think about why you are here across my knees, and what you are going to have to do to keep from being here again!" Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!......... Spank!..........Spank! I worked my way around her bottom taking care of any spots that were not quite dark red enough yet. She was not kicking as hard for these lighter spanks, but she was crying freely.

I had not given her any spanks for two or three long minutes before she seemed to notice that the spanking was over. Our three hours had been up for several minutes now. By the time her parents returned, Cindy was sitting on my lap, sobbing quietly, with her bottom still bare and her clothes still piled on the floor. I was cuddling and rocking her. I noticed with some embarrassment that we had neglected to close the study door.

Cindy's parents peeked into the room and then quickly walked past the door towards the living room. Twenty minutes later, with Cindy cleaned up and dressed we joined them briefly. They did not have to be told that we had come to an agreement and that Cindy had been spanked. We thanked them for their advice and the use of their house, and then said that we were going out "for a movie or something". Cindy's father looked directly at me and said "you have been given the basic tools tonight for a lifetime of happy marriage. An earned consensual spanking is not abuse, but if you ever abuse your power over my daughter you will have me to reckon with!" I agreed with him and told him that I would be a good lifetime husband to his little girl. The four of us hugged and said our goodbyes and thank you's. I thought that I saw a rare tear in the old man's eye. We then left for an evening out.

Naturally we DID NOT go to any movie! I am a few years older than Cindy and had a good job as a paramedic. We went straight to my apartment and then left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed. Little needs be said about our activities that evening except that we were now sure about our future life together. We made love without a condom for the first time. It was the sweetest experience of our young lives.

Although our marriage was still two weeks away, on that day Cindy became a true woman; not because of the sex, certainly not because of one spanking, but because of her determination to live her life according to a new standard. More importantly; this is the evening that we truly became united as man and wife. To this day, we celebrate our anniversary on that date, two weeks before our wedding date.

Sometime after midnight, I reluctantly dropped her off at her house with a lingering kiss and hug. We now both understood that our agreement and our new relationship had indelibly forged two single people into a couple for life.

CHAPTER 3:
All this musing on the pleasant beginning to our union did little to help me with the problem that I faced now, ten years and two wonderful children later. What was I going to do to sufficiently punish Cindy?

Spanking had remained part of our marriage. Most spankings did not have to be near as severe as her first spanking to have the desired effect. Spanking was the whetstone that honed us two young single individuals into a single, loving unit. Spankings remained something to be feared and avoided, but there was no denying that they were somehow mixed in with our concepts of sex and our devotion to each other.

Cindy has been on the receiving end of the vast majority of our marital spankings, but the few times that I have presented my bare bottom and an implement to her she has responded with enthusiasm. My first was also my hardest, partially due to what I did to deserve it, and partially due to misplaced male pride. Remember that our agreement said that my spanking was to continue until BOTH of us said that I had enough? I soon learned the folly that could result.

We had been married only two months when I did it. It is really hard to understand how I could have become so set in my bachelor ways in a few short years, but at first I had a problem remembering that I was married. The worst such incident was the time I stopped by a new sports bar with a few members of my crew after work. A good football game on the wide-screen TV turned a stop intended for 15 minutes and one beer into 5 hours and a "drunk". I had not even bothered to call Cindy and tell her I would be late.

That evening my friends arranged to drop my car and I safely off at home. Cindy met me with tearstained eyes. She had been frantically calling all around town and feared the worst had happened to me. In spite of her anger, she put me tenderly to bed.

The next morning she told me about her ordeal, and how it had been caused by my immature actions. I could do nothing but agree. To her credit, she said nothing about our agreement, or spanking me. She was going to wait and see if I made the right decision. It was on my conscience all day. When I got home that evening (on time) she treated me as usual and had supper waiting. Early that evening I slipped off to the bedroom. After preparing myself mentally I reappeared in the living room clad only in my BVD's carrying my pajamas and my heavy work belt. She watched as I closed the windows and curtains and pulled the couch out at an angle from the wall.

I handed her the belt "I guess you know what this is for" I said. "Yes" she said, "I've been expecting this all day". I gave her instructions, "Honey; I don't know how I'll react to this, but whatever I do or say this spanking is not over until you have done a very good job." "I love you a lot" she said, "but after last night I will have no trouble giving you what you deserve".

I was more scared that I would like to admit, but we were both determined and I knew I was in the hands of someone who loved me. I stepped out of my underpants. Grabbing two throw pillows I placed one on the arm of the couch and bent over it. The other I put my face into and hugged with all my might. "Go for it Cindy" I said. She dangled the belt across my bottom and took several minutes telling me exactly what she had gone through the night before. I would have given anything for her to just start and get it over with, but this was part of her healing process.

She fell silent for a full minute before I sensed movement behind me and the belt came down for the first time. SPLAT!!! I was shocked at the pain. My fear that she would not be able to really hurt me was gone in an instant. My erection disappeared like a balloon pricked by a pin. SPLAT!!! SPLATT!!! SPLATTT!!! SPLATTTT!!! SPLATTTTT!!! SPLATTTTTT!!! She gave me several more swats. She was getting better as she found her aim! I could feel the belt start high and make its way down my bottom and on to my legs. The belt wrapped around and made terrible points of pain as the end snapped into my thigh. I desperately tried to keep quiet but a groan escaped from deep in my throat.

There was something I promised myself that I would do, but now I nearly chickened out. I asked for her to stop for a moment while I changed my position. She stepped back triumphantly thinking I had broken. She did not know how near she was to being right!

I spread my legs and moved back so more of my weight was on my legs. They shook with the effort and the pain. I reached back and under with both hands to protect my shriveled manhood. "I spank you here when you get a hard spanking, it is only fair that you get the chance now" I told her.

She choked up on the belt for better aim and proceeded to strap the inside of my left thigh. The swats were not as hard but faster! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! She started almost down at the back of my knee and worked her way up. I wanted to reach back to protect myself but I could not do so without leaving my privates unprotected. I squirmed and sobbed. She walked around to my right side and did the same to my right leg. For the first time since puberty I cried freely, not only from the pain, but also from the shame and guilt for what I had done.

She was slightly out of breath. "OK honey" she said, "why don't you get back in your original position for the rest of your punishment. "THE REST OF MY PUNISHMENT?" my outraged brain yelled inside me. "Yes Dear" is what I actually said.

"I am getting a little winded so I don't know how much longer this can go on. Does it really hurt?" "Oh Yes" I said. "Our agreement says that the punishment does not stop unless we both agree; so tell me when you are ready to stop. I will give you 10 more swats and then I will stop anytime you say so. "OK" I said manfully. "Why didn't I just tell her 10 more would be enough" I thought to myself. SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!!

They came evenly and relentlessly from my right side. I was hugging the pillow and crying into it hoping that she could not hear. She could. Somehow I kept from reaching back to protect my butt. She walked around to my other side. SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! "OK, now I will stop at your say so" she said through heavy breaths. Now I saw the fatal flaw in our agreement that would come back to "bite" me time after time. My misplaced male ego would not let me give in and tell her to stop.SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!!SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!!SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!!SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!! SPLATT!!

Four more times she made the trip from one side of me to the other, five hard swats each time. I shed tears and waited. Honestly my ass was now numb. The paramedic in me knew that I was going to have some serious bruises and temporary loss of mobility, but guilt and my testosterone-charged ego would not let me act. Finally she sat down totally winded. "I don't think you should have any more than that dear,” she said. "Your punishment is over and you are forgiven. I know how hard that was for you to take and you have my respect." She said as she lifted me up and kissed my tearstained cheek. My paramedic training now supplied a remedy that reduced my swelling and bruising to a fraction of what it would have been; ICE! Our ice bag was not nearly big enough, but I lay down on top of several thick towels stark naked and she applied ice all over my red and marked bottom, thighs, and legs for a full half hour. It hurt almost as bad as the strapping, but it helped greatly in the long run. This became a regular feature of future hard spankings on the Spencer household.

Finally my pajamas went on. We went to bed. I did not plan on sex being possible or desirable but I was wrong!

I have not since found it necessary to sentence myself to the belt, but a few times I have presented Cindy with my bare bottom and an old wooden hairbrush for correction. Our spanking routines have evolved over the years. I never go over her knees. I guess because of the symbolism and our different family roles it just does not seem right. For Cindy's spankings, we have substituted the couch for an armless chair. I sit in the center of the couch and place a pillow in my lap. She lies across my lap and usually puts her face into another pillow. That way she does not have to hold back her cries or screams, but I can hear them OK. This position presents the target nicely, and is more comfortable for both of us. The back of the couch somewhat impedes the spreading of the legs for spanking the tender inner thigh, but if it is to be that kind of spanking I just move out closer to the edge to give her the proper room. She does not have to ask if it is going to "THAT" kind of spanking. If I tell her to take her panties all the way off, rather than just down to her knees, she knows why!

CHAPTER 4 :
Again I found that my mind had drifted away from today's problem. I still was at a complete loss as to what do about Cindy and the ticket, and the lie. I heard the familiar sound of Cindy's car pulling into the drive. She came walking in to the house with our two children in tow and a bag of groceries in her hands. She saw me sitting on the bed with clean, folded clothes around me and her lingerie drawer open. When she saw the ticket in my hands she turned white and nearly dropped the groceries.

"I can explain........" she started. " Wait! And think before you say anything!" I said quickly. "I don't really think that there really could be an explanation except for the truth and it looks like your behind is in enough trouble without telling me any more lies". "LIES! I haven't told you anything! How have I lied to you?" she said. " Exactly!" I said "Our agreement says that we have no secrets from each other. You lied by omission and violated our agreement. Not only that; but after endangering the life of our son, you enlisted him into your lie. I think we can figure out what to do about you! But what do we do about him?

"OMYGOSH! She said. It really does sound bad when you put it THAT way." "How else would you put it?" I asked gently. She sat down next to me on the bed scattering clothes. She was silent for a long minute. Then finally said in a small voice "There really IS no other way to put it is there? You must really be mad at me" That was an important question. I searched my soul. If I was really mad, then Cindy was going to have to wait for another day to be punished.

"No......" I decided, "I think that I am stunned and disappointed, but not really mad. It looks like we have some talking to do. Why don't we take the kids to your parent’s house for the afternoon? I think we are going to need some privacy," I said ominously.

After a quick phone call and a ride across town, we were dropping the kids off with Cindy's parents. Her father stuck his head in the car and noticed Cindy's chastened look and my determined expression. " It looks like you two are going back home for some contract work!" he said. He was referring to our agreement. The old man did not miss a trick! "Cindy what did you do?" he asked. "Something really dumb and you would never guess in a thousand years dad" she admitted. "But the rest is between me and my husband." "And her bottom!" I added needlessly. "I think we had better be going now,” she said. Back home we started our conversation. "Cindy this is going to take more than one spanking and your bottom is going to need time to heal between them." "NOOOO" she said "do anything you want; beat my bottom to hamburger but please do it all today. Could.....could you use the belt on me and get it all done today?" she asked. "Our agreement does not allow that" I said. "Do you want to change the agreement?" "If.... if.... if that's what it takes" she said as tears started to flow.

The old papers came out and we added an amendment that would allow Cindy to get strapped as part of her punishment for this and any future lies. NOW IT WAS TIME TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.

"OK Cindy" I said sternly "get my work belt and everything else that we need for a hard spanking out into the living room, and then get yourself ready. She spent a few moments in the bathroom. She then disappeared into the bedroom and re-emerged moments later barefoot and carrying the dreaded work belt and our two pillows. The pillows went on the couch and the belt claimed a place of honor on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then a trip to the linen closet. She selected two large, thick towels, dampened washcloths, and laid all on the coffee table next to the belt.

"Ice?" she choked. "Yes Cindy, your bottom will definitely be needing ice" I said tenderly. She went to the kitchen and returned with two large freezer bags mostly full of ice, they also went on the coffee table. I wrapped the ice bags with one of the towels. I would be in no hurry to start or finish her correction and I did not want the ice to melt.

Without being asked she locked the doors to the house, and closed the living room windows and blinds. She wanted complete privacy. "Get your clothes ready" I ordered. This part of our ritual varies. Sometimes I do the honors, and sometimes I have her take her own clothes off. I have never been able to decide which she hates the most. While this woman has no problems with sex and nudity where two of us are involved, the disrobing part of a spanking really seems to get to her. She hesitated, but finally her hands went to her waist. Her skirt hit the floor. She grabbed her panties and worked them down to her knees and then looked at me pleadingly. Perhaps she thought that the inside of her legs might be spared because she was going to get the belt.

"Cindy! We agreed that this was to be a very hard spanking! Get your panties off,” I said firmly. She stepped out of the panties, as she did, two large tears made dots on them. I noticed that her blouse nearly covered her buttocks. Normally I would just flip it up in back, but it would definitely get in the way of the belt. I told her to take it off. She stood before me, shivering, wearing only a bra.

After ten years and two children she was still a knockout. Her breasts had benefited from the two pregnancies, and were still fighting gravity well. Careful attention to her body has left her waist the same as it was ten years ago. Naturally her hips have spread from childbirth and the years, but that just gives her a more feminine figure and more bottom to spank. The most casual observer could now tell that she did not find it necessary to dye her hair. I carefully explained to her the terms of her punishment. The belt was only to be part of her ordeal. She would also be thoroughly spanked. It was to be the hardest correction she had ever had. We were going to go to the edge of what was safe to her body, but not one spank beyond. It was her job to be sure that I did not stop too soon. I reserved the right to check the results in two days and give her a touch-up spanking if necessary. It should hurt to sit down for a few days.

The chastened lady was given the choice of having the belt first, or after half of her spanking. She chose the second option, and was then ordered over my lap. First she placed a pillow in my lap, and then placed the other to my left where her face would soon be. Finally she crawled into position, wriggled a little and settled in. Her face was in the pillow with her arms wrapped around it.

The spanking did not start immediately as she expected. We both waited. Finally she looked back at me with a question in her eyes. "It is important that we both understand exactly why we are here" I said. "I want you to explain to me exactly why you are getting this punishment as if I were a complete stranger who had to be convinced to do the job on your bottom. She started crying almost as hard as if the spanking had already started. "OH WHY CANT YOU JUST DO IT" she said. I waited her out.

Finally the recitation of events started. If she started to gloss over any details I stopped her and made her back up. As she heard what she was saying, she had a harder and harder time talking. She finally got to the end and added "I just can't believe I did all that stuff, I am so bad and I am so sorry honey. Now I understand why I am here, Please spank me good and get it over with". I told her that I love her and this punishment was the best thing for her, the family, and us. "OK CATHY, RAISE YOUR BOTTOM AND TIGHTEN IT FOR THE FIRST SPANKS". Now, there was nothing left to do but spank.

Normally I start a spanking with rather light, almost loving spanks, and gradually build up to a crescendo of hard swats that would have her kicking and screaming. This time was different. I watched the second hand on the clock on the opposite wall. Her bare bottom was arched up off my lap seeking the first spanks. I watched the second hand on the clock go up to "12" and then sweep all the way around to "12" again. I gave her the first swat in the right cheek with all my strength. WHAP!!!! It seemed to bounce. At 15 seconds after, she got the next one on the left side. WHAP!!! Her weight dropped into my lap and her shoulders shook with sobs. "GET YOUR BOTTOM BACK UP” Her weight came off my lap. At 30 seconds, another hard spank on her right cheek. WHAPP!!! At 45 seconds another hard one to the left cheek. WHAPP!!! She howled and her weight again dropped into my lap. I decided to move on to save her buttocks for the belt. Now I let her "relax" as I started spanking her legs, hips and the outsides of her full calves. She shrieked into the pillow. When she was red all the way down to the back of her knees, I gave her two or three minutes rest.

She looked back and indicated she was ready to get on with it. I told her to open her legs so I could work on the inside. I moved to the edge of the couch and pushed her further out on my knees so she would have plenty of room to spread. She had to put her right foot down on the floor to balance herself. She started to make an anguished noise even before the first spank fell on her tender white inside thighs. When she was open like this and being spanked hard, she emitted a musky odor that was unlike any other time. I never told her about that.

I let her rest again. Now it was time for the belt.

"OK Cindy, get up. Lets figure out how we are going to give you the belt,” I said. The end of the couch where I had previously spent some agonizing minutes myself looked like as good any place as any. We both stood up, and I moved the coffee table away from the couch; then one end of the couch away from the wall. As I was doing this, Cindy was walking stiffly around the living room rubbing her bottom and legs. I gave her a couple of minutes, and then picked up the belt and looked at her purposely. She got into position and grabbed the tear-dampened pillow. I tapped her bare, red bottom with the heavy belt to get the range. Then she got some good news. "This is your first strapping so keep your legs tightly closed." And then some bad news; "before each swat tell me one of the reasons you are here and the number of the swat. This can go as fast or as slow as you like. I will wait any reasonable time between swats. For your information, you are getting 12 hard swats with this heavy belt. I am new at this so I reserve the right to repeat any swats that do not connect properly."

"Anytime you want to start Cindy." I said quietly. She finally remembered what she had to do. "Strap me for driving carelessly" she said quietly. "That won’t do Cindy!" I said. "Louder and don't forget the count!" "STRAP BE FOR DRIVING CARELESSLY....ONE" She said past the pillow and then quickly buried her face into it. SPLAT!!!!! The belt came down. There was no reaction for nearly a full second until her outraged nerve endings finally sent the proper message to her brain. AAAHHHHH!!!!! She yelled into her pillow. Both hands forsook the pillow and headed straight back to her bottom. I waited a full minute. Finally she prepared herself for the second swat. "STRAP ME FOR LYING...TWO” SPLATT!!!! AAAHHHHH!!! And so it went until we made it to number twelve. Two of the swats did not fall with the proper force and I repeated each one with an apology. "You had better make sure that I never have the need to get good at this" I told her.

After the final fall of the heavy work belt she dropped to her knees at the end of the couch crying freely and rubbing her bottom. "Oh... am I glad that's all over" she sobbed finally. "I know I deserved it but my bottom hurts SO BAD!"

I almost weakened and failed to remind her that her hand spanking was only half over. As I thought of my promise to inspect her bottom in two days I knew that I still had work ahead of me that evening.

"Cindy, you still have the other half of your spanking to go." I finally said. Still on the floor she collapsed in tears. "I can't take it, I just can't take any more" she cried. I reminded her that it was her idea to take all her punishment in one evening and offered her the opportunity to instead take a full, hard over-the-knee spanking in a week like I wanted to do in the first place.

She finally got up and mumbled, "Let's finish it."

We resumed our places on the couch.

The spanking started again quickly. This time with fast, medium-hard swats I painted her legs a brighter red and worked on her already welted bottom. I worked around to the sides of her bottom, thighs, and legs so there was no spot that was not at least bright red. She needed enough bruises so she would remember every time she sat down for the next few days, and would have no problem passing her inspection. Twice her right hand strayed away from her pillow to attempt to protect her outraged bottom. Finally I had to pin her wrist in the small of her back with my left hand while my right hand continued its work.

Finally Cindy truly gave herself up to the spanking. We had only been to this point a few times before. Her crying changed to a deep shoulder-shaking sob, I no longer had to hold her wrist. Her legs gradually stopped kicking and her bottom took up a completely new multi-dimensional action. As her shoulders shook, her bottom moved side-to-side on my lap, while at the same time my spanks gave it an up and down motion. The jiggle of her nether cheeks completed the effect with a subtle side-to-side wag. I had finally gotten through to Cindy. The spanking ended abruptly when I felt that my objective had been reached. "Was that everything I promised?" I asked. It was a few moments before she managed to nod "yes".

She got up on her knees so that I could replace the pillow in my lap with the towels. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I kissed them away, gave her a hug, and invited her back over my knees for the ice.

I applied an ice bag to each side, and occasionally moved them around to keep the entire area cool. The towels caught the moisture from the condensation on the bags. The ice at first rapidly cooled her fiery bottom, but then caused its own pain as the flesh got cold. She groaned. I had learned from my medical training that the ice would help her heal faster and would help prevent injury to her bottom and legs.

While waiting for the ice to do its work I had plenty of time to wash the tears off her face, stroke her, and mumble calming things to her. It is very important that before, during, and after a spanking that she know that my love has never wavered. Even with the ice treatment I could see that she would have no trouble passing her inspection in two days. The bright red area started in a horizontal line across the top of her crack, and extended down to the tops of her knees, and way around each side of her thighs, hips and legs. Her buttocks were sprinkled with darker areas that I knew would turn into bruises despite the ice treatment. She would remember every time she sat down for several days. Short garments would be out of the question for at least two weeks. After thirty minutes of this, I unhooked her bra and invited her to get up. She moved stiffly. It had been over an hour since an apprehensive and guilty woman had first climbed across my lap. Now she was neither.

The naked, chastened lady moved stiffly as I led her to our bed. I pulled the covers back. She lay down on her flat belly and I pulled just the cool satin sheet up over her burning bottom. I sat next to her and stroked and kissed her. Sometimes she would sob a little and tell me how much her bottom hurt. Finally she fell asleep.

I put the living room back into order, removed my clothes and slipped into bed with Cindy. Normally I could expect some great sex following the tender aftermath of a spanking. This time I knew she was in real pain and I really just expected to cuddle up to her and make her feel secure for the rest of her nap. I figured that this one time sex would be out of the question. Her hand reached out and stroked my face I kissed it. The hand caressed me and gradually worked its way down to my groin.

I was wrong about the sex.

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