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“Shelly, let’s get this over with so we can go on to something else” He said firmly. “You already agreed, so let’s go into my office and take care of it.”
She looked like she was about to start crying on the spot, the pert little nineteen year old blond. She was smart and liked people to see her as grown-up, he imagined that the thought of really getting a spanking didn’t make her feel very grown up.
He had left her to run the bookstore while he was at lunch, and came back in to catch her watching videos of girls getting spanked. There were no customers in the store, and she expected he’d take his usual hour long lunch rather than just hit a fast food place and bring her some snacks. Now he was going to see her cute little bottom turn rosy before him. He couldn’t wait. She looked very nervous, and it amused him.
There was an old ping pong table in the break room, and he wandered back and grabbed one of the paddles. It had a good grip and a ribbed rubber surface over thick wood. This would do nicely. After all, he had to reprimand her somehow- and this seemed to be a punishment that fit the crime. She was still stammering and hemming and hawing when he said “Now.” and grabbed her by the wrist, briskly walking her into the office. He closed and locked the door behind him.
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Her lythe little hands worked underneath her, scraping between the rough texture of his jeans and her smooth fine linen pants. She found the center and undid the clasps on her waistband, unzipping and undoing them as she leaned up just slightly to pull them down. That he had even started to spank her with them still on indicated just how determined he was to do this right now, but there was no question even to her that it wouldn’t end with her modesty so intact. She whimpered a little, but dared not give any real protest to the way things went. Black panties with little lace edges also got yanked down exposing creamy white skin as the flurry of hard slaps continued........
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The woman had to lay on her stomach to go to sleep that night. Her bottom was throbbing from the switching she'd just received, and she trembled remembering how hard it was. She could feel traces of the fiery lines still stinging across her bottom, and she knew that this was part of her punishment. It was impossible not to think of the terrible switch flailing across her ass and naked upper thighs, over and over again. She could not help but remember the pain, and writhing about disgracefully. It seemed to go on and on, and she had no idea how long it would continue. She certainly knew how she got herself into that position. Laying there she shuddered again, knowing that the door could open again and she could face a second lashing of some kind. She fell asleep, remembering every stroke vividly.....
She looked at him pleadingly and saw in his eyes that she wasn't going to get anywhere with it. Even if there were five friends over watching movies. They all know what this house was like, and she knew them well; but Master didn't usually make her undress in front of others.
She shouldn't have said that saucy thin, she knew better, she just had a moment of wanting to test the rules. That, more so than the comment, was probably why she was about to be stripped and punished in front of their guests. The kids who were over chuckled and cracked a beer, making a toast to “The Man of the house!” she knew it was hopeless, and so she took my cloths off and stood naked in the living room.
It didn't take her long to figure out what was going to happen. He went over to a trunk they kept and pulled out a 1960's Canadian school strap- gotta love collectors of odd things. She knew that strap was about to whip her naked flesh. Chills ran through her body, but she tried to act comfortable and obedient rather than further disgrace herself.
She was told to put her hands on the coffee table. From the way it was positioned she knew her house guests could have a full view of her bottom. He made her spread her legs wider so that her pussy would show more, knowing this would add to the sense of being exposed. She braced herself and the strap landed, slashing a line of fire through the air. She made a little “mmh!” sound against her teeth, knowing he preferred a stoic attitude to the whippings. She was allowed to react naturally, but heaven forbid she made too much a fuss or started acting like it was worse than it was- because that would make it worse exponentially in some undefined way he'd chose on the spot. She had learned that lesson once already!
So, she braced herself and the strap cracked against her ass again, -hard-. Ten swats seemed to take an hour. The “audience” giggling and whooping it up, encouraging him. He chuckled and told her that he didn't want to offend the guests by not properly punishing me; so he grabbed her wrist and led me to the couch. There he pulled her naked across his lap and produced a hairbrush seemingly out of thin air. Without thinking she yelped “nonononotthat!” in one great long word, but he wasn't having any of it.
Technically most people think the strap is worse, but she hated hairbrushes. They sting, and can be used to smack with quite rapidly. She knew the one whose hard wooden back was resting coolly on her bottom. It was going to hurt. Especially after the whipping with the strap.
He started to -really- paddle her with it, hard. She couldn't help but wriggle all over his lap; and it only made him hold her down firmly and spank the young woman harder. The guests were egging him on, and she started to feel the burn rising up. Gritting her teeth, he kept paddling her bare ass right there in front of everyone.
She knew better than to be a pushy bottom. It's disrespectful, and annoying. He spanked her until she felt thoroughly chastised, and really did not want to be getting spanked anymore. Finally he let her get up, and had his slave girl serve the guests wine and beer while she was still undressed, so that they could stare at her bright red bottom.
She did so quietly, and they started the movie finally. She was allowed to kneel at his feet and watch, still naked. When the movie was done he pulled her over his lap again and gave her another spanking with his hand. This one was not so long, he just wanted to wake up the sting. Then he made her apologize to all the guests for behaving rudely and needing to be punished in front of them, and she was allowed to put her dress back on. She'll remember that entire scenario the next time she wants to run her mouth, he thought to himself.
Later, when the guests were gone, she was sent to her room and ordered to to change for bed. He came in and made her lay over a stack of pillows. He intended to deal with her privately as well, to make sure the lesson really sank in. She whimpered, her ass still sore from the very real spankings she had already gotten that night, but complied. The submissive woman hiked her nightgown up to expose her already reddened bottom. A breeze came in the window and fluttered the curtains, the crisp air feeling alive on her skin. She saw the willow switch in his hand, and knew it was time to really feel it. She was sorry now, sorrier than she had been before. He knew that, but he would punish her anyway. He had already spanked her pretty hard, but he wouldn't have wanted to seem cruel beyond measure to the guests and felt she had more real punishment coming.
In reality, she had a very high pain threshold, and he knew she was not mindlessly past her edge when he had beat her ass earlier, simply humiliated to be punished in front of the guests. Now he was going to really thrash her, harder than he would have wanted them to see. He would do this without sympathy, and she would thank him for it genuinely. This was what she wanted, secretly. While this was totally consensual and she in some ways liked that she was finally being pushed to my limits, she was scared. It took a lot to make her feel really scared of a whipping, but this time he could see it in her eyes; and also a kind of pleading, begging him to take her there.
He whipped her with the willow switch hard. She found herself screaming into the pillow in front of her and having to bite down on them. The girl yeowled again as the switch continued to descend, lashing her naked bottom again and again with abandon. She cried hard, for real. The thrashing continued as she sobbed and promised she would be more respectful. Finally the switch broke and he rubbed first aid crème across her upbraided skin. She thanked him and turned her face up, kissing him deeply.
He turned her over and pushed her down, going down on her suddenly. He lips were almost forceful, his tongue swirling around her wet clit. Her hips were bucking and she was almost about to come when he yanked her up and pulled her across his lap again. Then he spanked the girl's bare bottom with his hand for ten minutes, in a torrent of slaps that had her wailing and moaning. She almost came from the spanking and how intense all the combined energy was, but sort of rode on the edge of it as she got her bare bottom spanked some more. Then he put her back over the stack of pillows and she heard the cane swish through the air.
“”12” he said, and she knew to count the strokes as she had been trained. They criss-crossed against her striped backside, and she could barely focus on choking the numbers out. He landed twelve good solid strokes, set the cane on her desk, and told his slave to go to sleep.
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Don’t give up now – we’re down to just a few more entries in the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest …
Surrounded by friends gathered to celebrate her birthday, Lindsey closed her eyes, a serene expression taking over her features. Her face showed animation, the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth revealing hope for the future. Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and blew out the candles that covered her birthday cake, silently thanking Mr. Edwards, her band director, for continually reinforcing lessons in breath control throughout her years of playing the trumpet in the school band. As the last candle to gave up its flame, applause erupted from the onlookers.
“What did you wish for?” her best friend Sherry asked.
“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” Lindsey protested.
“Oh, come on, Lindsey,” Andrea cajoled. “You already made the wish. What you do now won’t affect it one way or the other.”
“Well . . . okay. That makes sense,” Lindsey agreed. “I wished that I would win this lawsuit.”
“Attagirl!” Sherry gripped her friend in a sideways hug, emphasized by gentle backslaps. “I could see you arming yourself with optimism just before you blew out the candles. We all wish that for you, too. Winning the first one was a major victory.”
“Yeah, you deserved to come out on top in that one. You fought hard to prove what they did was wrong,” Mindy echoed. “I’m so glad you beat out that—” she paused, searching for the right word.
“Temper, temper, Mindy,” Sherry chided.
“Well, I was gonna say ‘witch,’ ” Mindy defended herself.
“Oh, sure,” Sherry said skeptically. “We could hear what you were thinking.”
Everyone laughed. Though all the guests at the party were good friends, these four—Lindsey, Sherry, Andrea, and Mindy—had known each other since they were toddlers. Though they had different interests, their close friendship had endured through the years.
As Mindy removed the candles and Andrea brought paper plates, Lindsey busied herself cutting the cake, placing each portion on a plate Andrea held steady. “By tomorrow afternoon I should know the outcome. Mark will be in the courtroom for moral support. I’ll call Sherry as soon as I find out. We’ll get word to everyone.”
“Who wants ice cream?” Mindy asked the group.
“People always ask that, and it’s a very silly question. Everyone always wants ice cream.” Andrea’s pronouncement met with a chorus of affirmative comments.
“Bring your plates over here,” Mindy directed. “There’s room for a scoop or two next to the cake.”
“Good thinking,” Sherry complimented.
Later, after most of the guests had left and the party remains had been cleaned up, the hostesses relaxed in the living room. Indicating her concern, Andrea asked, “What’s your feeling about how the trial’s been going?”
“I’m optimistic,” Lindsey said, “but I know it’s not good to get my hopes up too high. I gave concise answers, but the other side didn’t. I actually saw one of the jurors fold her arms across her chest and frown when the “witch” testified. I’m thinking they were sympathetic to my side. Oh, and every time my attorney objected, his objection was sustained, but all of the other side’s objections were overruled, every one of them.
“Well, it’s about time to head home,” Sherry announced. “I’m really glad all of us could get together. It’s been a fun time. I just had a thought: If you win tomorrow, we’ll need to celebrate that, too! Anyway, I hope you can relax and get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
“I plan to do just that. I’m going over to see Mark in a little while. He’s taking me out to dinner for my birthday, and then we’ll go back to his house for dessert.”
“Well, you know, our favorite dessert.” Lindsey said. “ ‘Rump roast.’ ”
They all laughed. Lindsey’s friends moved toward the front door and hugged all around, amid comments of “Take care,” “I’ll be thinking about you,” and “I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
When they had left, Lindsey went to her bedroom and opened the closet door to take out the clothes she had decided to wear to dinner. She went into the bathroom, undressed, and showered. When she was finished washing, brushing her teeth, dressing, and putting on makeup, she called her boyfriend to let him know she was about to leave.
She covered the five miles to Mark’s house at a moderate speed. She turned into his double driveway and parked next to his car. He greeted her at the door with a strong, comfortable hug and a kiss.
“So, where are you taking me for dinner?” Lindsey asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Mark answered with a smirk. “You’ll like it.”
Mark got his suit coat and put it on. “All set?” Lindsey smiled in reply and he walked her to the door and opened it for her. He walked with her to the passenger’s side and opened the door. When she was settled, he went to the driver’s side and got in.
As Mark backed out of the driveway, Lindsey asked, “How about a little hint?”
“There’s a blindfold in the glove compartment,” Mark countered. “It will help you stop asking questions, just in case you can’t stop by yourself.”
A few minutes later, he turned into the parking lot of Jackson’s Restaurant. “Wow, Mark.” Lindsey exclaimed. “I’ve never been here, but this is supposed to be the ultimate dining experience.”
He parked and went to open her door, saying, “I thought it was appropriate for a celebration like this.”
“Oh, thank you. I feel like a queen just to be brought here.”
“I hope so,” he murmured as he put his arm around her shoulders.
They were seated in a secluded area and leisurely enjoyed an excellent prime rib dinner. After they had both finished their meal, Mark asked, “Are you ready for dessert?” Receiving Lindsey’s mischievous smile in answer, he signaled their waiter for the check. Walking back to the car, Mark put his arm around her and asked, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m pretty tense. I’m counting on you to help me with that.”
“Your best has always been enough in the past,” she said, looking up at him and then laying her head against his chest.
He helped her into the passenger’s seat and took his place behind the wheel. They drove in silence to his house.
As he opened the front door for Lindsey, she asked, “Bedroom or den?”
She went to his bedroom and began taking off her clothes, while Mark hung up his suit, threw his shirt into a hamper, and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. He sat down on the bed and watched Lindsey remove everything but her panties. She walked to him and lay across his lap.
“I’m going to do something different,” he told her. He showed her a short paddle made of beautiful light-colored wood. “I’m going to use just paddles. It will be the warmup and the spanking.”
“Ouch, it hurts already,” she said.
“No, I’ll go easy at first, and you’ll be okay later when it’s harder.”
“Okay, if you say so,” she answered doubtfully.
He began with swats so light they could hardly be called spanks, moving to different areas of her bottom and the upper part of her thighs to make sure every spot received attention. She lay comfortably across his lap, finding a surprising level of enjoyment in the sensation. After two or three minutes, he stopped and began rubbing her bottom and thighs gently. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, exposing the bare skin of her bottom.
“Hmm, not very pink yet. That’s okay; we’ve got plenty of time. How do you feel?”
She answered, “I feel great. What you’re doing feels really nice.”
He picked up the paddle again and resumed spanking her gently, making sure to spread his attention to all areas. “How does that feel?” he asked her, rubbing her skin gently.
“It’s wonderful. I didn’t know a paddle could feel like this. All this time I thought I was allergic to wood.”
Mark laughed out loud. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, since this isn’t a naughty girl spanking.”
He rubbed her bottom a little longer and then began spanking again. Almost imperceptibly, he began to increase the force of the swats. He listened for verbal reactions from Lindsey and watched for flinching, relying on her indication of distress to guide the amount of force he used. A few minutes later, he paused and began rubbing her bottom again. “How are you doing,” he asked.
“It feels strange,” she replied. “It doesn’t hurt, but my bottom feels real hot.”
“Well, this could be a sample of what hot flashes will be like when you’re older.”
“On my butt?” she asked, looking around at him.
“Why not? Hot flashes affect a woman all over, don’t they? Your butt is part of ‘all over.’ ”
“That doesn’t make sense, but I can’t think of a witty reply.” She laid her head back down.
“I’m going to go a little harder,” Mark warned. “I hope it will feel good and not too painful. At least, that’s what I’m aiming for. You know the old story about the frog in the pan of cold water? The water gets gradually warmer and the frog doesn’t notice it, and soon the water is boiling. I’m not trying to boil your bottom, but I do want it to be gradual so it winds up being a hard spanking without the trauma. Or drama.”
“Are you calling me a ‘trauma queen’?”
Mark smacked her hard with the paddle.
“Owww,” she cried. “That was NOT gradual,” Lindsey complained.
“Oh, my goodness. That was involuntary. I think it’s the paddle’s way of groaning.”
“Okay, I forgot. You don’t like puns.”
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