She was owed 20 spanks. Not a small number, but one that did sound tolerable. However, each time she kicked up her foot... another two spanks were added.
She dreaded the hairbrush completely and totally. There was nothing pleasant about it. The worst of worse always came at the end of the spanking though. After entirely too many slow but extremely hard spanks... that little wicked piece of curved wood finished with a blistering rapid fire pace that always-always guaranteed tears. The motivation it provided was undeniable, but the hairbrush was certainly not a friend.
You both have red bottoms... and if you don't get your noses back in the corner, they're going to be getting redder.
Her kicking problem was well addressed, but that's not what her attention was on. Rather... after taking so long to set things up... what were the chances of this being anything other than a really long spanking?
She'd assumed that she was headed for a traditional over the knee spanking when he called her over from next to the chair. When he didn't sit down though, she knew something was up. Turned out... it was her bare bottom that was up.
It was a pretty boring evening... until she spotted the leather paddle and asked, "what's that for?"
She knew that a spanking was coming... but, she also knew that he preferred the OTK position and there wasn't anything to sit on in sight. So maybe she'd get out of it? But, spankers are a clever bunch.
It was supposed to be her "good girl" paddle. Despite the heart shape though, she wondered exactly how much fun it would be. So... despite promising not to... she gave it a quick testing out. Makes one wonder why she needed a good girl paddle in the first place.
"Not so hard!!" is probably not the best thing to yell when your spanking is nearly over... or more accurately, ~was almost~ nearly over.
At times, she could be a naughty girl. However, no one ever claimed she didn't fully embrace the "assume the position" command.
She'd promised to dress "lady like" and to get her hair done for her job interview. While she'd done just that... she hadn't exactly followed the spirit of the instructions when it came to her hair, and that had earned her a spanking.
The riding crop had finally come in the mail, and after such a long wait... waiting to get upstairs to test it out just didn't make sense.
Sabotaging the tents is always funny... until someone gets hurt.
That whole ironic and unexpected twist to a wish thing works much better... at least for the Genie... when it happens with no wishes remaining.
Cheating meant expulsion from school, and that seemed like too harsh of her penalty for her friend to pay. Still, getting away with it didn't seem fair either. Fortunately a compromise was quickly worked out.
Hope you have lots of Red, White and Blue... especially Red, ;) ... in your day.
How many times must I tell you? Tomorrow... July 3... is Consensual Spanking Day, and you better get me something good!
Get the weather report wrong at this station... and you can expect spanking with scattered crying.
The scolding had been a harsh one. It was made clear that her disrespectful ways would not be tolerated. But that had all been said before. With her dress pulled up and her panties pulled down... it was now time for her to listen to the wood paddle. Hopefully the message would come through loud and clear this time.
He knew that she'd giggled about being spanked with the little spoon last time. So, this time he went with a little 'shock and awe.'
She couldn't help but giggle to herself when she saw what she was to be spanked with. There was no laughing once it started landing on her bare bottom though. That little devil stung like the dickens!
As much as she hated having her bottom spanked, and as hard as she usually worked to avoid it... here and now... she just wanted to get her spanking and be done with it.
It wasn't a secret that she was sometimes spanked for misbehaving, and she knew that when she started acting up. Maybe it was a rebellious streak, or perhaps it was her assumption that any needed discipline would wait until company had gone home.
There was nothing nice about the belt. It always left her bottom sore and red. Once it was over though, and all was forgiven... the aftercare soothed all wounds.
The moment she saw the hairbrush, she knew this was going to be more than just "a talk."
The dishes should to be rinsed before going into the dishwasher... and it only took her one spanking to realize that wasn't just a suggestion.
She thought she could explain that she "fell down" if her doctor asked any questions at tomorrow's appointment. Not sure that excuse would work though... unless she claimed to have landed on her husband's hand... several times.
Getting to keep her jeans on was nice and all, but it's not like this spanking wasn't still going to hurt.
Nope, you're bottom doesn't look sore to me. I think we can still try some of these other implements out.
"Have you learned your lesson" would be a much better question if the right answer ended the spanking!
This was supposed to be a fun spanking... over panties, with no wood paddles. To say she totally trusted that plan might be overstating things a bit though.
His hand spankings were always given rapid fire. There was seemingly no pause between spanks. At first, it was bearable... but the sting would build and build until it felt like a swarm of bees attacking. The worst was at the end though, when he dramatically lifted his hand high into the air and slowly gave ten full force spanks.
Being pulled over his knee she felt the butterflies in her tummy going a million miles an hour. But there was some relief. She'd gone over his knee with pants still on, and that would at least offer some protection for her backside. That sense of relief was quickly pulled down and away though.
They'd gotten into trouble together, and together they had been punished. Now together, bottoms too sore to sit on... they comforted each other.
It had been a lovely cup of afternoon tea... up until she let a very unladylike comment slip from her lips.
It started with a gentle hand rub on her bare-bottom that would feel quite nice under normal circumstances. Then the hairbrush came out. The soft bristle side was included in the 'massage.' Back and forth in a slow circular motion. The tingly sensation followed by the warmth of a smooth and soft hand. Everything about it would feel sensual and relaxing... if not for the fact that she knew the other side of that hairbrush was going to be harshly employed without ~any~ warning.
Behaving like a proper young lady was proving to be a challenge. It seemed as if she only tried after a spanking had been earned. So, for the next 7 mornings she was going to be paddled before getting out of bed... with the promise of more to come if there was anymore misbehaving.
Usually the reasons for a spanking were explained in excruciating detail. Today though, there was no talk. No sooner had she admitted to the misdeed... and she was getting spanked where she stood.
Spankings usually started over the panties before finishing up on the bare bottom... not that there was much difference when a thong was worn.
Her scolding had been harsh, and she knew the spanking she'd earned was going to be a hard one. He didn't have the paddle out though, and that usually meant a hand spanking was coming. But that hope was dashed when she heard his belt sliding through the loops in his pants. This was one was really going to hurt.
Her bottom was mark free for the first time in a long-long time... and she wanted *everyone* to know it. Probably was a good thing though, since her good girl streak was definitely coming to a screeching halt.
Being sent upstairs to wait for the spanking she'd earned was bad enough. Getting an extra spanking for her eye rolling "yes sir" on the way up wasn't going to make that wait any easier either.
The girls had been told that they wouldn't need to worry about buying costumes... that they would be provided with something "red" to wear.
Walking in the woods, it wouldn't be a challenge finding a switch or the needed privacy to use it. Given that, you'd have thought she'd be on her best behavior.
She'd earned a spanking, there was no question about that. Exactly how he was going to deliver it, well... that was still a bit of a mystery.
Cheating at pool didn't seem like a big deal. What's the worst that could happen?
Her butt was going to be on the ice for practice *on time*... or her late butt was going to get there very sore and sorry.
He'd warned her that she'd get a spanking if she dare touched the remote controls... and she wanted to make sure he remembered the promise.
He didn't need to be up for another hour, and for a moment she couldn't figure why he was already dressed for work. Then she glanced at his hands... holding the punishment strap. In an instant she knew he'd found out, and that it was going to be a long and painful 'good morning' talk.
She hated having her panties pulled down. She knew it meant that her spanking was about to begin, and that no talking or negotiating could save her bare bottom. On the other hand... he had to admit that the pulling the panties down part of a spanking was perhaps his favorite moment.
She wanted to ask "why me?"... but knew he'd not only answer, but would continue to spank while doing so.
Sitting on the couch and watching TV all day was no longer going to be a "comfortable" option.
She'd said... yelled, really... that she had learned her lesson and didn't need to be spanked anymore. Surprisingly, he paused to contemplate... had the lesson been learned? Should the spanking be over?
The wood spoon was never used for play. It was strictly a discipline implement. There was never any warm-up, and it always started on the bare bottom.
She didn't need to speculate or guess what would happen if she were to misbehave... the promised consequences were right before her eyes.
She had definitely figured out a way to shock her husband. That her bare bottom would soon match the color of her truck meant she'd probably be better off trying a different stunt next time.
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After all that, she still didn't agree that she made a "funny face" during a hard spanking.
She knew that she had to watch the clock or the hour would slip away. She also knew that spending more than an hour online would put her in a very uncomfortable position. However, what she knew and what she did were two entirely separate things.
Oh how she hated getting her spanking in this position. First, she had to unbutton and unzip her pants... with him standing right there. Then she would pull them down to her ankles. No higher, no lower. Next the panties had to come down, which always sent a shiver down her spine. By the time she put her knees into position... she was desperate for the spanking to start.
She had only half listened when he'd told her to get her chores done on time... and for that, she was very sorry (and sore). His "make the floor shine" suggestion had been heard loud and clear though.
Make fun of my hair and clothes? Listen young lady, there was nothing wrong with the 1970s!
Usually her bottom carried at least a small reminder of her most recent misdeed. She'd been a good girl though, and had the pristine bottom to prove it. And just in case someone wanted that proof... she was making sure to save it (before it was too late!).
Her spanks weren't especially hard. Nothing playful about them, mind you. They did hurt, but were tolerable. But the rapid fire way she delivered them caused each one to build on top of the last... which is what made it nearly unbearable.
Getting sent to bed early wasn't the extent of her punishment. She'd also be going with a very sore bottom.
The thud of the paddle pushed through her bottom, nudging her forward. Every instinct encouraged her to jolt even further. Other than banging her head though, there was nowhere to go.
Oh how she hated that strap and how it covered both cheeks... thudding on one side, a whipping sting on the other.
"If you say one more word, you're getting a spanking" ... and a single word later, on that very spot... she was getting exactly what had been promised.
Her instructor said that a good warm-up was the key to a successful workout. She knew that full well though, so didn't bother to pay attention to what else was said. Perhaps she should have focused more on what kind or warm-up he was talking about?
There might not have been a fire going... but that didn't mean the heat wasn't on.
She'd taken her spanking very bravely, and had the marks to prove it. That it had been her first ever spanking made it all the more impressive.
She desperately wanted to let go... to free her hands and allow for some movement. Anything to get out of the line of fire. But she knew any such attempt would mean the spanking would start over.
She'd laughed at the old "this is going to hurt me more than you" line before. Tonight, after being pulled from her warm and seeminly safe bed... it didn't seem quite so funny.
The idea of picking out something to read flashed through her mind. She quickly tried to focus on the incredible sting radiating from her just spanked bottom and the obvious fact that being a good girl was surely her best bet. But... try as she might... the idea got funnier and funnier sounding.
Coffee... a chat... confessing a misdeed... a spanking... it had been a full morning.
She'd been warned to get her tax return mailed in on time this year... otherwise she'd find herself being marched to the woodshed.
She loved the way the room had turned out. The mix of playful and vibrant colors was nearly perfect. All it needed was just a splash of red... and she knew exactly where to put it.
Standing in the corner after a spanking was to be expected. That's how discipline spankings worked. And skirt up, that was to be expected too. But being made to hold the paddle... well, that meant the spanking wasn't yet over.
Look at those dirty feet, young lady! Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean a shag carpet?
Her spanker had promised that *she* wouldn't pull panties down for this spanking... and, indeed... she didn't!
Always be respectful during a discipline spanking and answer with "sir." It was a rule she recalled... just as the words "I guess so" slipped from her mouth. His response was almost instant. The rest of this spanking was going to be on the bare bottom.
She knew her backside had to carry the evidence of what had been a very hard spanking. She hadn't been spanked like that in a long time. She couldn't quite bring herself to look yet though.
Being made to get the implement she was to be spanked with was nothing new. As much as she hated it... it was embarrassing... it was predictable. To have to put the implement away after her spanking though, that was new. And having to do it with her panties still tugged down... that was a step beyond embarrassing.
She figured he wouldn't be happy that she'd forgotten her pom poms for a second straight practice. However, she had incorrectly guessed that she'd get another 'talking to.'
Skin tensed, tummy fluttering, face flushed, teeth clinched, breath held, emotions racing... the moment she'd been waiting for with a mixture of dread and fear, fascination and need... was rushing towards her without hesitation.
Time was short and privacy limited. Her behavior had to be addressed though, and a hand spanking wasn't going to be quite enough. Quickly he glanced around... and spotted just the thing.
Pants pulled down to her knees in a blur... her panties tugged down even faster... she was in position in nearly the blink of an eye. The only thing that remained was a warning not to put her hands back.
Hiding her late night long distance calls was working, at least until the phone bill came. She had hoped to get off with just a warning... but it never seemed to work out that way.
He'd said that the ping pong paddle was for *ping pong* when he was buying it. That made her feel safer... at least until she realized that they didn't even own a ping pong table, and today was April Fools day.
Instead of being told to pull down her own pants and panties down for the spanking she'd earned... it was being done for her, without a word being said. She knew it meant that she'd have no say whatsoever in how hard or long this spanking would be.
It can happen at any time and in any place. A naughty girl's bottom has no safe zone.
She listened to and understood every word he'd said. She knew exactly what "you're going to get a spanking" meant. Knew it would hurt, knew she'd probably cry. But the full reality of what was about to happen didn't truly sink in until he had stopped talking.
The leather had been cool a few moments earlier. It felt soothing as he slowing rubbed it in a gentle circular motion. Now though, the leather had real warmth to it... warmth that had been earned as it scorched her tender backside.
Sooner or later you'll get it through your head young lady... there are consequences for naughty behavior.
As the spanks rained down on her bare bottom, her body instinctively wanted to move forward towards safety. Unfortunately the one thing she had that could be grabbed was in her spanker's hand in a flash... and her bottom remained in the line of fire.
Her bottom was filled with a deep burn and sting. And if what she was seeing to her right was any indication, is was getting redder and redder.
The splash fight in the pool had been fun and playful... though obviously the "I'll spank you if you splash me" threat had been a real one. Not that such a spanking will motivate less splashing in the future.
