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Kendra
Advanced Spanko
Username: Kendra
Post Number: 188
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 15, 2005 - 06:40 pm: | 
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I must say ahead of time, this is a story I wrote two years ago, it's based on three events, not all of which happened at the same time. I just took all three of them and combined them into one long story hope you all like it.
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Here I was, in the midst of a full blown temper tantrum. Now, at 20 years old I should know how to control my temper, but somehow I can't seem to grasp that sense of maturity that keeps me from diminishing myself to a child like state. Standing in the middle of the livingroom, screaming at the top of my lungs. I pick up the nearest throwable, which happens to be a half full bottle of soda, and chuck it at you. Of course off-set by the liquid inside my aim isn't good and I miss you hitting the door. You sit there and let me release all my energy. I finally storm off and head into the bathroom to take my bath.
You let me be for a while, just as I am about to leave the bathroom, my balance is thrown ary by you pushing on the other side of the door.
"Come with me" you demand.
Despite all my begging and pleading you haul me into the bedroom.
"Now, what you just did out in the living room is disrespectful, and I will not tolerate that. You know our rules about your tantrums, and I am not going to let you get away with it."
You demand that I take off my shorts, I comply. I kick off my shorts over into the corner.
"I want you to take off your underware, and after you do, I want you in that corner" pointing to the empty corner in our bedroom. I take off my underware and head toward the corner, slowly but not defiantly.
"Now fold your arms behind your back"
I stand there for what seems like hours, although it must have only been fifteen minutes.
I can feel you walk up behind me. You take ahold of the back of my neck and direct me toward the bed. I can see that you have laid out the hair brush and belt. When we reach the bed you sit down and tell me to bend over your lap. I plead for you not to spank me, not too hard anyway. But you know just what I need. I feel your arm grasp firmly around my waist, and your right hand rest gently on my bare bottom. You speak softly, but firmly, telling me that you are going to give me three spankings. One with your hand for throwing a temper tantrum, the second with the hairbrush for storming off into the bathroom, and the third for throwing something at you. I can hear myself try to mumble an apology.
"What did you say?" you ask.
"I'm soooorrryyyy" I say in a begging tone. "I won't do it again, I promise, please don't spank me."
"I'm sorry, you will be spanked, and I am almost positive when this is over you won't do it again"
I can see that I am fighting a losing battle with you at this point, and bury my head into my hands. I can feel your hand raise off my bottom and feel the first swat to my soon to be blazing behind. You start off soft and slow, because my bottom hasn't seen any attention for a few days. I feel the next set of swats in rapid succession.
SLAP, SPANK, THWAP, SWAT, THWAP. I started to squirm, my bottom was starting to sting and you didn't stop. SPANK, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SPANK, SWAT. I began to squeal, "Owww that hurts, please stop" you tell me to stop talking and squirming or you will add another spanking later tonight. SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, THWAP THWAP, SPANK, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. I am in tears, my bottom is on fire, and each swat seems to sting more than the previous. After what seems like 10 minutes you stop. You tell me to stand up, again, fold my hands across my back and stand in the corner again. I hesitate for a moment, and you get up and lead me to the corner. You stand next to me for a moment and tell me if I touch my bottom or move you are going to add another spanking. I don't move, tears are trickling down my face now, as I have regained some of my composure.
"Krys," you say " I love you, and I know that you love me as well, but I will not tolerate any more of your tantrums, that spanking did not even touch the amount of pain you are going to feel. I am tired of you disrespecting me, this is what is going to happen, each and every time you disrespect me again."
You let me stand there, letting what you just said sink in. I hear you walk out of the room, and go into the den to smoke a cigarette. I long for one, at least that would take my mind off of my sore bottom. The pain has started to subside by now, although it still burns. I hear you enter the room, and place a chair in the center of the room. It's a wooden, tall backed chair.
"Come here," you command. I remove my hands from my back and rub my sore bottom as I turn around to walk toward you.
"Don't touch your butt" you say in a harsh tone. I jump slightly and move my hands back to my back.
"I want you to bend over putting your palms flat on the seat of this chair" you add "I am going to give you 10 swats with the brush. If you lift your hands off the seat, I am going to add 2 for each hand lifted. If you kneel down, I will add 5 swats for each time you kneel, understood"
I can't say anything, because I know this is going to hurt and I feel ashamed of my behaviour, so I nod, not making eye contact.
"UNDERSTOOD" you say again.
"Yes,"
"Yes what, young lady"
"Yes sir," you nod in acceptance, and motion for me to bend over the chair. I put my hands flat on the seat of the chair, and hold my breath waiting for the first swat. Without warning I feel it. TWACK. I can't help but lurch forward, and despite my best efforts my hand slips off the seat.
"That's two added"
"Yes sir"
The next 5 are swift and hard. SWAT, THWACK, SWAT, THWAP, SLAP. I take those without moving, but you can see the tears rolling down my face, and I am starting to whimper.
"I'm sorry I have to hurt you baby, but this is for your own good, and you are going to learn to not disrespect me, you have 6 more."
You step back and put all force into the next 6. I can't help but scream in agony. "OWWWWWWWW GOD DAMNIT THAT HURTS"
"Stand up, and get back to that corner, hands behind your back"
I get back to the corner, with my hands behind my back. Tears are streaming down my face at this point. You say in a loving tone.
"Honey, I am sorry I have to do this, but you have hurt me by disrespecting me, and storming off without apologizing is not something you are going to do again. I will see to that, and I have. Those 12 were for storming off, and not apologizing for throwing your tantrum, or the bottle at me."
Again I stand in the corner absorbing all the lecture that you have just given me.
"You will stand there for another fifteen minutes, while I go finish the cigarette I started earlier"
I stand there wondering if this could get any worse. I knew you loved me, to be doing this, taking time out of your day to correct and put me back in my place. At the time I hated you, but I knew that after this whole ordeal was over, you would hold me and let me cry like a child. The child that I had acted like an hour earlier.
You return to the room, and I brace myself for what is about to happen. I know that you won't be leniant on me for throwing the bottle of soda at you, and I don't expect you to be. I need to be punished for that, and I know it. I am willing to accept it, but god, couldn't there be another way. I truly was sorry, and I knew it. But you seem to know what is going to get my attention, and stay in my mind for years to come.
"Come here," I hear you say. I turn around being careful to not move my hands from my back.
"Krys, I want you to now, drape yourself over the back of this chair, grasping on to the front of the seat. I am going to give you 15 swats with my belt for throwing that bottle at me, not only did you act out of anger, but you tried to hurt me. I want you to keep count in your head, if I ask you what number we are on, and you can't tell me I am going to start over, do you understand"
"Yes sir," I mumbled.
You motion me to bend over the chair, and I do as I am told so that this punishment can be done with. No sooner then I grasped the chair I feel the first swat. THWAP! I count to myself 1, THWAP, SWAT, THWAP, SPANK, THWACK, SPANK, THWAP.
"What number was that Krys?"
"Eight sir," I reply.
"Good girl, 7 more to go"
You purposely draw out the last seven, making them harder.
TWAP! OWWWWIIIIIIEEEEEE
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SWAT! OWWW, God that hurts.
<pause>
SPANK! Damnit, God that stings, my butt is on FIRE, and it feels like I am going to die.
<pause>
"What number Krys"
I pause, not sure what number we are on. "Eleven sir?" I question.
"You don't sound so sure, have you been keeping count?"
"Yes sir, but, that hurts, and I haven't been keeping track, for sure, um.."
"You saved your butt this time, you were right, but I am going to add 1 for not keeping good track, do you think that is fair?"
"no sir, I mean, yes that's fair, but God damnit that stings"
"Don't back talk me little miss."
"Sorry sir,"
SPANK! I am not expecting this one and I jump slightly at the suprise of the swat.
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THWAP! Owwwieee, "Please stop, my ass is on fire, God damn" tears are pouring down my face and I am screaming in pain.
SWAT!! "OWWW, Damnit Nathan that fucking hurts"
SWAT SPANK!! In succession, yet no softer then before. I sigh relieved that the fifteen are over, and start to get up.
"Not so fast young lady, I will not tolerate you swearing at me"
And with that you bring the belt down on my butt three more times.
"Now you are finished, but you are not to move until I tell you." You walk and sit on the bed, you can see my face and my butt at the same time. I am bawling, and my butt is burning.
"Krys, do you feel that was too harsh?"
"No sir" I say with muffled tears in my voice.
"Do you feel that was too leniant?"
"No sir, thank you"
"You are welcome, you may get up now, but I want you to come over here and give me a hug"
I get up slowly, and place my hands on my butt, to my suprise it's roasting to the touch, but I continue to rub anyway. I walk over to you and carefully sit down on your lap, wincing at the sting. I grab your waist as I always do, and you cuddle me until I stop crying.
"Krys, you may get dressed now."
I get up, carefully put on my clothes, and walk into the den to have a cigarette. Where I am sitting now, remembering that I will never forget this encounter.
May the Spirit of the Elves guide you.
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 249
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, July 16, 2005 - 12:25 am: |
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Wow, Im sure I wouldnt either Kendra. Very well written story, thank you. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Fanny
Supreme Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 810
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, July 17, 2005 - 12:58 am: |
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Kyrssi, and you say you don't get spanked enough. How naughty does a girl have to
be to get some well deserved attention? OUCH
"Queen of Innocence"
If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!
"oooooo", she says!!
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Rocco
Advanced Spanko
Username: Rocco
Post Number: 368
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, July 17, 2005 - 01:49 pm: |
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Great story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Nothing says I love you like a spanking
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Kendra
Advanced Spanko
Username: Kendra
Post Number: 204
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 29, 2005 - 02:01 am: |
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Fanny, like I said that was a combination of three different occasions, and I tweaked the story just a tad, but for the most part that's what happened...
May the Spirit of the Elves guide you.
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Tplayer
New member
Username: Tplayer
Post Number: 6
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, May 11, 2006 - 12:08 pm: |
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I really enjoyed the story. I may try a temper tantrum |
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