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Spanking_deserved
Spanko
Username: Spanking_deserved
Post Number: 66
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 31, 2007 - 03:07 pm: | 
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Weeks later, all had gone back to normal for the young deputy, except, she had been very cordial to the citizens she came into contact with as of late, and her fellow Deputies had taken notice. Honestly, she really didn’t have any intention of changing her ways, and thought to herself often, that at least her “disciplinarian” wasn’t around her to keep her in line. So she thought…
What the Deputy didn’t know was the gentleman was a retired police officer, and a dear friend of the current Sheriff. The Sheriff was looking for a new Captain, and had asked him to step in for a while, just to clean house, in a manner of speaking.
The Sheriff called a mandatory meeting one Monday morning, to introduce the new Captain. She was running late as usual, she had seriously thought about not going, but could use the extra overtime. She walked into the conference room and flopped herself into a chair, not minding what was going on in the room or who was in attendance.
“Glad you could pull yourself out of bed to grace us with your presence, …let me introduce you to the new Captain…” the sheriff said with a disturbed tone.
She looked up to shake hands with the Captain, and froze. Her hand began to tremble as he took her hand. She could swear she could feel her bottom heat back up, just from him having hold of her hands again.
“Deputy Andrews, I look forward to evaluating your performance this evening. I will be right beside you for 12 long hours, I hope I don’t bore you.” He said with a devilish grin.
“On the contrary, SIR. I hope I don’t bore you.” She said with a hiss.
“I am sure you won’t. Very sure of it.” His smile reminded her of a shark, just before it grasps it’s prey.
That evening she dressed for work, and could not get him out of her head. She found it quite odd that part of her looked forward to the shift. In the back of her mind, she knew when she returned home, her bottom would be flaming hot.
All through the night, very little was said between the two. He sat beside her while she handled calls, traffic stops, etc. And jotted down notes and referred to her personnel file. That morning, he told her to pull over. He was going to drive a while, because he could see she was tired. He was right, and she was too tired to argue. They pulled into her driveway, an hour before shift change.
“What are you doing? I can’t go home yet, I still have another hour!” she said.
“Lets get some coffee, and sit down and review what you need to work on.” He said.
So, this is how it is going to happen. At least this time, it won’t be in public, she thought.
“If you think for one minute, I am going to let you in my house, to whip me, you have another thing coming old man!!”
“Now. Andrews.” The look on his face, she knew. If she didn’t cooperate, he would do it on the front lawn!
They went inside. He pointed at the couch and told her to sit. She thought it rude, treating her like a dog or something. He went into the kitchen and made some coffee. He wasn’t surprised to find that he had to wash 2 coffee mugs, so that they could drink the stuff. He brought her a cup of coffee and sat down on a kitchen chair he pulled into the middle of the floor, and started reading his notes.
“You have several bad habits, were you not properly trained?!” “Your collar brass is not on correctly, and your boots are not shined. Your paperwork is sloppy, and your people skills still need much improvement. And, your firearms need to be cleaned.”
He wasn’t saying anything that she hadn’t heard before. She just sat there drinking her coffee. “I will try to do better. I have just been so very busy here lately.” She figured she would smooth him over the way she did the Sheriff, and maybe she could get out of this.
“Stand up and take off your duty rig. Then come here.”
All at once her stomach flipped, and she refused. “I will not!” “You will not order me around in MY own house!”
“You’re still on duty. MOVE!” He raised his voice, and she thought she could feel his voice move thru her, like thunder.
She dropped the rig, and came to him. “This is how this is going to work from now on. You screw up, you pay the consecquences. It’s time for you to grow up. Now, take down your trousers and get over my knee. No cooperation, will only make it worse. It’s coming, whether you fight or not.”
She was shaking. It was embarrassing taking her pants down, like a child. In a way, it was easier, when he did it. Slowly, she pulled them down. “I can’t do this.” She said to him. He grinned. “It will get easier. I am sure you will get plenty of practice. Come on.” He took a firm grip of her arm and pulled her across his lap. “Keep your hands on the floor. If you don’t, 20 more smacks. With the paddle.” Oh! She thought. She was so embarrassed she thought she would cry, and he hadn’t laid a hand on her bottom yet.
“Count each one, out loud. And say, ‘I will do better, sir.’ If you don’t, it doesn’t count.” “You will be counting to 30 this morning. You can consider this your warning. Next week it will be double, if you haven’t improved, greatly.”
He pulled her panties down, and grasped her waist firmly, holding her in place.
SMACK! She gasped hard. “ONE! I will do better. Sir.”
SMACK! “TWO! I will do better. Sir.”
SMACK! “THREE! I will do better. Sir.”
SMACK! “FOUR! I will do better. Sir.”
SMACK! “FIVE! I will do better. Sir.”
She was having a hard time counting and saying that through the tears. At fifteen, she stumbled, and he gave her 3 quick smacks, “Come on! I know you can do this, this is number 15.” Smack!!!
He pulled her up. “Alright. “You don’t have to count anymore, but…”
He got up and turned the chair. “Bend over the back. Grab the seat. Don’t let go.” He pulled her belt free of her pants, and doubled it over.
PLEASE! I WILL DO BETTER! NO MORE!!
He placed a firm hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and pressed down, slightly.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Her knees buckled. Her legs flailed. She tried to wiggle free. PLEASE! STOP!!!
Her bottom was bright red, he was happy with the results, and wanted to make sure he did as good a job as he had done before.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“PLEASE! STOP! QUIT! THAT’S ENOUGH!” She cried, and hiccupped, her bottomed burned like it had been blistered by the soft leather. He slowed his pace and then stopped, holding her down, still.
“What are you going to do from now on?” “What changes in you shall I expect to see in the next week?”
She laid over the back of the chair sobbing. After a few moments, she answered. “I will be on time, I will do my paperwork correctly, and I will improve my people skills, if you will please, stop.”
He began again. Rhythmic and steady. “You have failed to understand that you are not in a position to make any deals about your attitude or the condition your cute little butt is left in. Your behavior will change, regardless of whether I stop spanking your butt or not, at this moment!”
After 10 more rounds of the belt, he finished. He led her over to the couch, and let her catch her breath. “I will give you this much, you handled it better than last time. Maybe, you wanted it or knew you needed it?!” She laid her head to his chest. He put his arm around her. After some time, he got up and went to the kitchen, where he had seen a bottle of lotion, and returned to her side. He pulled her over his lap, and she protested. “No, no more please. I have learned my lesson, I promise I will change.” “Come here, trust me,” he asked. He massaged the lightly scented plumeria lotion into her apple red bottom, taking his time caressing every inch. Once she was asleep, he left quietly, knowing that he had not only taught her a lesson again, but also found a part of himself, he thought was long gone.
"Teach me a lesson, please..."
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Badgirl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 500
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 31, 2007 - 08:52 pm: |
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YAY!!! SD, thank you so much....
I needed another good story.
That was great! |
Tammynx
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 2271
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 01, 2007 - 10:39 am: |
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That was a great part 2!!
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Buenaventura
Supreme Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 726
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 01, 2007 - 11:32 am: |
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You,re very good BD.The perfect fantasy.Spanking an authority figure.Wonder what it would be like to spank Hilary, |
Prissietl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 205
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, August 02, 2007 - 12:45 pm: |
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I love it......we want a part three!!!
Once a princess always a princess
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Spanking_deserved
Spanko
Username: Spanking_deserved
Post Number: 69
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, August 02, 2007 - 08:35 pm: |
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Thank you all for your supportive comments! 
I will see what I can do about a part 3, I dont think Deputy Andrews has had all the life changing spankings she will need...lol
"Teach me a lesson, please..."
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Badgirl
Supreme Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 503
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, August 02, 2007 - 10:52 pm: |
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Uh oh, the deputy is in trouble....
I love it! |
Cherrybrewer
New member
Username: Cherrybrewer
Post Number: 28
Registered: 07-2007
| | Posted on Friday, August 17, 2007 - 10:16 am: |
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You know SD…
Imagining stories/scenes/scenarios “on the job” could be considered a risky behavior… Take away your focus…your concentration… Make you a little complacent?? I think maybe Deputy Andrews should be taught to stay alert…after all, it’s all about you being and staying safe, right??
We want you to come home at the end of the day… Our number 1 priority… At least that’s what our instructors taught us in the academy…and how to “sandbag it”
Nice stories, you go girl…
Cherry
Dreams are born in the heart,
Limits are only there because of your mind...
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Cheekychipmunk
Advanced Spanko
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 259
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Friday, August 17, 2007 - 03:57 pm: |
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Wonderful Wonderful Story. Can't wait to read more.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Naughtythoughts
New member
Username: Naughtythoughts
Post Number: 10
Registered: 01-2008
| | Posted on Monday, February 04, 2008 - 04:40 pm: |
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I loved it!! Anymore to come?? Hope so... |
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