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Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 21
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Wednesday, October 03, 2018 - 02:53 pm: | 
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"You could get me in serious trouble with this filing, Kendra! Even I know I can't write off these invoices as bad debt on a cash basis. I get being a little aggressive in the gray areas, but this isn't a gray area. And the bottom line you report isn't helping me anyway. You didn't even count the travel expenses to last year's IT security conferences."
I was angry. I forgive mistakes. Everyone makes them. But I was paying this accountant way too much to have her doing a sloppy job that cost me extra money in taxes and could earn me hefty penalties or possible jail time.
The woman behind the desk gave me an icy stare. "Mr. Green, I have been a certified accountant for 12 years. None of my clients has EVER talked to me the way you just did. Especially since it's closing time!"
"Certified, huh?" I looked at the name on her desk. Kendra Stapleton, CPA, it announced. "Well you've always done a good job for me until this year. If you were making mistakes in a stressful time, I'd be more understanding. But this is malfeasance. I don't see you gaining financially by it, but I don't know for sure. Maybe you were drunk or high. I really don't know."
"Stressful? Don't you think I can be professional regardless of my stress?" Fire and ice fought for dominance in her voice as she answered.
"I don't think the certifying board will think so."
I realized there was a lot going on in her life. The pictures of her husband and daughters were replaced by one of only the girls. The prominent rings she'd always worn were gone. And for the last 9 years her desk sign had said Kendra Schumaker instead of Stapleton.
Still, the job she had done was unacceptably sloppy.
"Look, Mr. Green, I'll fix the mistakes. There's no need to go to the board about a few mistakes." The fire was out of her voice, but not the ice.
"Kendra, does the board ask 'why' when they investigate malfeasance? You and I both know this goes beyond a few mistakes. You wouldn't pass Accounting 101 with work like this. Not only will I be going elsewhere for my accounting, but I will protect other businesses by reporting you."
"Mr. Green, please don't do that." She stood and came around the desk. At 5'9" plus heels, she looked imposing, but the short dress and suddenly pleading demeanor made her seem much more vulnerable than imposing. She sat on the edge of her desk and crossed hose-clad legs. "I'll redo the financials. And tell me how I can make it up to you. Let me doing something ... " she shrugged and put one heel up on the desk " ... to make it up to you." With a clear view of the tops of her hose and a bit of her thong, it was a suggestion I would not always have turned down. Married, widowed, and successful since in both business and personally, I didn't need such an offer.
"Kendra, if it's a sexual offer you're making, no thank you. Sex is for a woman I trust and respect. You don't deserve sex for this. You deserve a hard spanking for it."
"A spanking! That's assault!" Kendra was incensed at the idea. She slid off the desk, straightened her skirt, and retreated to her side of the desk.
"Not if you consent. But obviously you haven't consented, so I won't mention it again. I'll better protect future clients by taking this evidence of malfeasance to the board." I dropped the folder of papers back into the laptop bag that doubled as my briefcase and stood.
"Mr. Green, can't we work something out?"
"Kendra, I rejected your offer because sex should not be traded for silence or influence. Also, because sex with me is a very rewarding experience and you do not deserve a reward for behavior that is irresponsible and unprofessional and possibly criminal. You rejected my counter-offer for reasons you have not stated. I don't believe there's anything more to discuss."
My readiness to leave was not a mere negotiating tactic. Unless a woman actually acknowledges the justice of a spanking, she perceives it as a matter of violence or abuse. With that perception, I could be in legal difficulty and even if not, it would do her more harm than good.
"That spanking ...", she began, " ... in one of your businesses you work as a disciplinarian. Is that like whips and a dungeon?"
"No, I don't do that stuff. I give spankings more like a parent or school administrator would give. Sometimes punishments for what someone has done wrong, sometimes motivational. I've helped people stay on a weight loss program, quit going out drinking too much, develop good habits for work, and so forth. I also deal with some minors brought by their parents." I paused slightly. "But you turned it down and would prefer I handle my complaint through official channels, so I'm fine with that."
"Mr. Green, I'm rethinking it. Because I can't afford to lose my license. I have 2 daughters to support by myself now."
"Yes, I'm sorry about the divorce and all the trouble that led up to it. I had in mind that something that would teach you an unforgettable lesson without the long-term consequences might help you. But it will help only if you know you deserve to be punished. And I don't hear that yet."
"Of course I know I messed up! I didn't mean to cheat you. I was ... uh ... " she hung her head. "I had some cannabis prescribed for stress management and then I tried some weed just to feel better. I was using that when I did your work."
"So do you deserve to be punished or not?" My voice was firm as I came back to the uncomfortable question.
"I don't deserve to lose my certification!"
"So you want to make that case to the board? That's fine by me."
"No, not to the board. Is a spanking the only way for you not to report me?"
I nodded solemnly.
"I was never spanked before. My parents didn't believe in it." She licked her lips nervously and unconsciously put her hands on her bottom.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I answered. "If you chose a spanking, I will make up for as much of that deficiency as I can."
"You mean you'll spank me hard?"
"I will."
"What will you spank me with?"
"I think I'll just use my hand if you obey me and take your spanking well. If you act up, I'll give you a few swats with my belt."
"Does that hurt a lot more?"
"It does. But even a heavy belt spanking stops hurting in about 30 minutes. A lost profession hurts a lot longer."
"I kind of have a low pain threshold."
"Then I suggest you obey me carefully so you don't get the belt." I was speaking as though she had already chosen the spanking, but so was she. Though she hadn't said it, she had chosen. I could see it in her face.
"My cousin said he got bruised one time when he was spanked. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"Sometimes I leave bruises. A lot depends on how hard a spanking is needed and how easily the girl I'm punishing bruises. In your case, I'm spanking pretty hard for quite a while. What you did was inexcusable and the natural consequence of losing your license would mess you up for a long time. Sometimes bruises form in the hours after a spanking. But I wouldn't be surprised to see them before you put your clothes back on."
"Clothes back on? You don't spank a grown woman on the bare ass, do you?"
"Kendra, I am a professional and use professional methods to obtain professional results. I nearly always spank bare buttocks and yours will be no exception."
Kendra shook her head slowly. "I can't ...", she began. She looked around the office and at the picture of her daughters. "I can't lose my license. Isn't there any other way?"
"No, Kendra, there isn't."
She took a long deep breath and closed her eyes. When she released the breath she opened her eyes and nodded. "OK, can we get this spanking over with?" |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 22
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Wednesday, October 10, 2018 - 04:52 pm: |
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"Certainly", I answered. "Remove your shoes and place them on your chair." It was my first order to her
She half-squatted to pull them off and put them on the chair. She very carefully remained facing me as if keeping her buttocks out of my sight would somehow spare them their punishment.
"Come to the end of your desk", I instructed her, pointing.
She obeyed, warily. I never spank until consent is explicit, but by now her verbal consent had been very definitely stated. I wanted her signed consent, but was free to get started. I reached for her hip to turn her toward the desk and she shied away from my hand.
"Young lady, you are not allowed to pull away from me. You are not to cover up or get out of position or resist your punishment in any way. You are not allowed to procrastinate or give me a bad attitude. You are to submit completely to your punishment. Do you understand me?"
Her icy challenge had returned and she simply returned my stare. She was in her upper thirties and was not generally addressed as "young lady". Sometimes removing a woman's high heels removes some of her sense of stature and leaves her more compliant, but that hadn't been the case with Kendra.
"You asked me to give you the spanking you deserved. If you hinder me, I will use my belt on your naked rump. And every delay and glare from you will make your naked rump hurt more. Do you understand me now, young lady?"
She let out her breath and dropped her eyes. "yes, sir", she answered.
My hand found her waist and turned her toward the end of her desk before resting on the top of her buttocks. She looked nervously back at the hand violating her very personal space, but made no further effort to escape it.
"Bend forward and put your elbows on the desk", I ordered.
She locked my eyes with an icy stare as she leaned forward. "I can't believe I'm doing this", she hissed. The blue hemline rode up her white hose-clad thighs. I slid my palm down to fully cup her left butt cheek.
"I can't believe my accountant did my work while high and betrayed my trust", I answered. "But I will deal with you thoroughly so I can trust you again." I drew back my right hand and brought it down in a firm swat.
The angry accountant sucked in her breath and flinched, but otherwise did not react. My second swat fell on her right butt cheek with a similar minimal response.
"Now, Kendra, you've already consented to have your bare butt spanked as an alternate punishment to being reported to the certifying board. But I want your consent in writing. Please put your name, signature, and date at the top of this form and initial each line. On the individual lines, you may initial either 'Consent' or 'deny' ,but if you deny too much I'll have to call off this alternate punishment." I placed my standard consent form on the desk in front of her with a pen. I had left her up on her elbows specifically for this purpose. Please read each line aloud before you initial it. I need to know you have actually read what you're signing."
She let out a huffy sigh and glared up at me. I repeated the swat to her right cheek and followed it with another to her left. "Read it, young lady," I told her.
"I, Kendra Stapleton, consent to be spanked by Mr. Joe Green." She muttered the words as she read them and signed.
"I understand I will not be groped (fondled sexually). What do you call your hand on my ass?", she asked.
"Spanking", I answered and gave her 2 more swats. "This is a punishment, not an attempt to arouse you. Some women are aroused by it, but that doesn't make it groping." My hand pressed her bottom. "Are you ready to initial that line?"
She did so without comment. "I understand my spanking will not be recorded unless I have signed the additional consent form for a recording. Do you actually take video of spankings?"
"Occasionally in some situations. But that involves an additional agreement. You are simply getting a very sound punishment on your naked rump. Or ass since you seem to prefer the term."
"But why would you ever"
Swat, swat over that little dress. "That's none of your business. I know procrastination when I see it."
She initialed the line. "I consent to being sent to the 'corner' or other time-out area as part of my discipline", she read. She glanced back toward the hand on her bottom, shot me a withering look, and initialed it. "I consent to removing my clothing as ordered by my disciplinarian." She glared up at me. "I'm in a thong", she said as if that were some kind of a trump card.
"I know, you already showed me. But it's coming off", I answered. She held me eyes and I said, "You're procrastinating", and gave her 2 more swats.
She initialed the line and continued. "I consent to have my clothing forcibly by my disciplinarian. What the Hell!!?"
"Sometimes girls won't remove the clothing I tell them to or I find it more appropriate to remove it for them. Panties, usually, but sometimes something else. Sometimes it's a simple as lifting a girl's skirt that I just choose to do instead of telling her to do it. The fact of giving a spanking implies a lot of this anyway. But if I can't simply remove some clothing and must insist that a girl do it, sometimes she ends up getting more time under the belt until she complies. So you may either initial or go to the next line."
"Whatever!", she growled and initialed it. "I give my consent for my disciplinarian to place his hands on my body for the purpose of spanking and discipline." She initialed it but said, "You're loving that part."
"That's disrespectful, young lady", I answered. I flipped her skirt up onto her back revealing a pair of pink globes framed by thong, thigh-high hose, and garter straps.
"Hey!", she yelled, but I brought down a hard swat on each exposed cheek.
"Ouch, you can't do that!" Her right hand came back to cover the right side of her butt as she shifted her weight to one elbow and twisted to glare up at me.
"Can't what? Can't spank your pink ass?"
"You have no right to lift my skirt up, you pervert!"
"Actually, you have given me both verbal and written consent to do exactly that." I grabbed the hand that shielded her buttocks and held it behind her back. "Now, what did I say I would do if you tried to hinder me spanking you?", I asked.
She looked up at me in disbelief and saw me unbuckle my belt. "No, you don't mean you'd use your belt on me!?"
"That's exactly what I said, young lady", I answered. I pulled my belt from its loops and wrapped it around my right hand leaving a controllable 16 inches hanging free. "Actually, I said I'd use my belt on your naked rump. It's not naked yet, so I will give you a few swats now and repeat them when your ass is naked."
"Wait, you can't ..."
CRACK. The belt's end makes a different sound on bare flesh than does the heavier doubled belt, and that sound filled the little office for a split second.
"Owwwww!" She twisted and squirmed as the diagonal stripe appeared on her right butt cheek, but there was no way to escape my grip.
CRACK. A diagonal stripe appeared on the left cheek as well.
"Owwww! Damn you!!", she yelled as she twisted again and reached back with her left hand. I grabbed that hand and put both her wrists together behind her back.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, I delivered 6 more swats with the end of the belt, first to one cheek, then to the other. She twisted and bucked and yelled to no avail.
"You've had 8 swats with the belt and you'll have 8 more when you're undressed. Is that enough for you to keep your hands away from your ass?"
"Fuck you!", she yelled back.
CRACK, CRACK, I landed 2 more swats.
"OK, damn it, put that fucking belt away. I'll let you spank me. Just keep that damned belt off me!"
"OK, Kendra, I will let go of your wrists. Do not touch your ass and get your elbows back under you so you can finish that consent form." I released her wrists and she did as she was told. "You already know you're getting the belt swats repeated when your ass is completely bare. But if you behave, that's only time you'll have to feel my belt again."
"No, please not the belt again! I'll do anything!"
"Let's see how well you obey the next couple minutes. I'll decide after you're already undressed. But if you act up again, you will definitely get the belt again."
"You've spanked me a lot already! isn't it almost over?"
"No, Kendra, it's not." I put my hand on her red bottom. She tried to clench, but she couldn't move much bent over the desk. "Now finish that form. Either consent" SWAT " or deny" SWAT on each line.
"Fuck you", she muttered as she looked back at the form.
"I consent to use of implements other than his hands, including but not limited to a paddle, belt, hairbrush, strap, or switch. Damn ....", but she initialed consent. "I consent to swats outside the area of my buttocks. What does that mean?"
"Sometimes the buttocks are covered or a leg is out of position or for whatever reason a few swats are appropriate elsewhere. Sometimes a girl squirms and a swat intended for her butt lands elsewhere. Girls who deny this one get held down firmly enough that I can guarantee every swat is on the butt."
"Whatever." She initialed consent. "I consent to bruises or welts from my spanking, should they appear." She shook her head as if in disbelief and signed.
I took the form and slipped it into my laptop bag. "Kendra, you may stand up. Stand in front of your desk." I sat back down in the client armchair available for clients. She stood and turned to face me. She tugged the little dress back down over her bottom and sidled across the front of the desk. She was keeping her butt as far from me as the confined space would permit.
A couple tears were on her cheeks, but her eyes were smoldering coals.
"Time to undress for your spanking, Kendra. Remove everything except for your hose and bra."
She glared at me a couple seconds, then whispered "fuck you" and began unfastening her dress. When it came off, she threw it back onto her office chair. She had previously revealed the thigh-high hose, garter belt, and thong. Her white bra was simple, probably a size B. Her stomach was slender and cream-colored. With her dress out of the way, she began work on the garter belt. It soon joined the dress on the office chair.
In hose, thong, and bra, she hesitated slightly, started to speak, then glanced at the belt lying on the desk behind her. Her thumbs went into the thongs waistband and in one smooth motion, she pulled it down and off. She held it up for an instant, then tossed it back at the office chair. A prominent "landing strip" of dark hair highlighted her vagina.
She planted her hands on her bare hips. "Happy now? You could have had that pussy instead of just looked at it, you know."
"I'll be happy when you lose that snarky attitude, young lady. But I know how to take the sass out of a girl so she gets the benefit of a good spanking." |
Shauna55
Spanko
Username: Shauna55
Post Number: 28
Registered: 05-2014
| | Posted on Saturday, October 13, 2018 - 11:43 am: |
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Here's hoping there is a part 3 soon.
Hope it inspires others to post on any of the topics. |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 23
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Friday, October 19, 2018 - 11:17 am: |
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Thanks, Shauna. It does help to know someone actually reads and enjoys them. Are you enjoying the stories I dropped part-way on Dana and Naomi too? Do you prefer the spanker's or the spankee's point of view in the stories?` |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 26
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Saturday, October 27, 2018 - 09:24 am: |
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"I've been sassy for 37 years. Do you really think you'll change that?"
"Yes, I do", I answered. "Your ass is bare and you don't dare resist a spanking because you're still hoping to get out of that belting you earned. By the time I put you in position for your long spanking for your gross misconduct, you will not be sassy to me."
Kendra rolled her eyes and I continued. "I need to punish you for procrastinating when I would tell you to do things. Also for your sass. And we'll see about a punishment for covering your ass earlier. If you're a very good girl until then, I may not use my belt again. But it has to be a good enough punishment that you hold your naked ass still for a long hard spanking for messing up my taxes by doing them while you were high."
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "This is horrible. Fucking horrible."
"What you did was horrible and your attitude has been horrible", I answered. I stood and turned my chair around to face the wall. "12 hard swats should be enough for your procrastination. Stand behind the chair."
"Wait, can we talk about this?", she asked.
"Make that 18 swats. You're procrastinating again", I answered. I reached for her waist and marched her forward. She turned sideways to keep her buttocks away from me as she came to the chair.
"Please, I'm coming, only 12 swats! I'll be good!"
She was up against the chair, but with her right hip to it, her bottom resolutely away from me, her vagina squarely facing me.
"18 and if you delay any more, I'll double it", I answered. "Pussy toward the chair, girl. Bend over and put your hands on the seat."
She turned and bent over. Her fingertips brushed the seat of the chair. Her hung and her back arched to keep her butt from being fully presented.
"Palms firmly on the seat, young lady." I pressed down on her back. "Chin up." I lifted her chin so she looked at the wall. "Keep your legs straight", I said with a squeeze to the nearer white-clad thigh, "and your pink ass still." As I placed my palm on the middle of her butt, she flinched. "If you don't want to feel my belt again, you will keep yourself very easy to spank."
Her bottom was only a light pink, but against the white tops of her hose, it showed up. It curved soft and vulnerable from those hose to the now-horizontal back, bare up to the bra strap.
"This is for delaying and procrastinating, young lady. Hold your ass still and take your punishment." I raised my hand to begin.
"Nooooo!!!", she wailed.
Moving shoulder, elbow, and wrist together, I brought down a SMACK on her left cheek that was much more powerful than I'd given her when she was bent over the desk.
"OOOWWWWW!!!", she howled. She rose on her tiptoes as if that would somehow spare her vulnerable buttocks.
Another SMACK caught her right cheek seconds later. "OWWWW ... NOOOO", she howled. She came down off her toes And bent her knee to pull her right foot up.
"Feet on the floor, girl. Keep that ass still if you don't want the belt", I reminded her.
"Pleease, no .... not so hard ...", she called as she put her foot down.
"Kendra, you need to accept a hard spanking or you'll think your behavior is excusable", I answered. "It's not." SMACK, another full-force swat fell across the middle of her buttocks.
"My GOD!", she yelled. "Not right there!"
"Your entire ass is available for me to spank and your legs look pretty good for it too. Hold still", I ordered.
SMACK, the 4th swat fell on her left sit spot. "OWWW, Damn you!" She stomped her left foot.
"Feet on the floor, butt still, girl", I said sternly. "You're not doing very well."
"OK, I'll try ... ", she said through tears.
SMACK on the right sit spot and she stood half-way up, bringing her hands almost back to her butt before springing back into place. "OWWWW, sorry, shit, OWWWW!"
Kendra needed to begin to really submit to her punishment. Either she needed to do so on her own, or she needed the belt to bring her to it. It was time to raise the stakes just a bit.
A woman's sit spot is sensitive. The middle of the sit spot is one of her most sensitive areas suitable for full-force spanking.
SMACK ... right there.
"OWWW, GOD!", she yelled. She shot upright, grabbing her bottom with both hands and twisting it away from me.
I swept her with my eyes from her angry face to her white bra to her creamy stomach to the strip of dark hair at her vagina to her white-clad thighs and back up.
"For not wanting a belting, you sure earned it, Kendra." I picked up the belt from the desk.
"No, not that damned belt!" She backpedaled a couple steps to the wall. "I'll be good. You're just spanking me too hard! Nobody could stand still for that spanking!"
"Kendra, an 8-year-old could take the spanking I was giving you. You won't stand still for 2 reasons. First, you don't really think you deserve the punishment. You think you should get by with doing such a horrible job. Second, you think you can get out of the consequences of disobedience. But you're wrong. You're not wiggling out of this one."
I scanned her again as she pressed herself against the wall.
"20 with the belt! Are you kidding me?!" Kendra remained glued to the wall, both hands clutching her stinging bottom.
Fronts of legs do not take much punishment, but they were presented in hose while she zealously protected her buttocks and even the backs of her legs.
A back-handed stroke laid the tail of the belt across the shapely white-clad pair.
"EEEEEOOOOWWWW", she shrieked as she doubled over grabbing her thighs.
"Get your ass over here, young lady", I ordered again.
She looked up at me as I prepared my belt for another swat at whatever spankable region she offered. Her bare right hip looked like a suitable target.
"OK, I'm coming," she said. "But not 20. Please. I can't take 20!"
She took a couple steps closer so she stood in front of the middle of her desk. She bent partially forward rubbing her legs.
"Please, I'll do anything else you say", she begged.
"14 swats if you obey me perfectly. And remove your bra."
She straightened and looked me in the eye. "My bra?", she asked. She took a deep breath and dropped her eyes. She unfastened it and held it a moment in place across her breasts. With another deep breath, she tossed it across the desk at her office chair. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders to reveal small creamy breasts with erect nipples.
"Hope you like them, sir", she said softly. |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 27
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Thursday, November 08, 2018 - 06:36 am: |
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"I hope you like them, sir."
I let her words hang for half a minute. Of course I liked them ... they were bare breasts! But this was for punishment, not pleasure.
She stood there, obviously conscious that she was naked. Her erect nipples gave that fact away if I hadn't read it in her voice. Her white thigh-high hose served only to point out that every intimate part of her body was exposed.
She fidgeted a little with her fingers, but made no attempt to cover her body.
"I like the fact that you appear to be ready to start obeying me and submit to your punishment. Being naked often does that for a girl."
She bit her lip but didn't answer.
"Are you ready to take your belting for disobeying me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, you don't. Turn around."
"Please, " she said as she turned, "my ass is already on fire."
I felt the red butt cheeks, causing her to flinch. "I'm not feeling any heat. You haven't been spanked that much yet. But a few good ones with the belt should make sure you are very obedient. If I simply bend you over this desk, will you hold still for your belt spanking?"
"I'll try, but I don't think I can! Please ...", she looked fearfully at the belt in my hand.
"Kendra, you knew that getting out of position on your last spanking would get you back under the belt. You have this idea that you are somehow immune from the consequences of your actions. You're not, and your ass will suffer for it. So I'll put you in a position where you can't cover your ass if you want to. Crawl up onto the desk."
"Huh?" She looked back at me confused.
I dealt her red butt a swat. "You heard me, young lady. Get up there."
"Ouch, OK!" She put a knee on the desk, grabbed the opposite side, and climbed up. "I just don't understand why you'd want me up here."
"You don't have to understand.You have to obey, girl."
She knelt upright with her butt down on her heels. It wasn't a good position for spanking, but she wasn't in position yet.
"Go forward a bit past the middle of your desk." She inched forward and I came around behind her desk and in front of her. "Good girl", I said.
"Why do you keep calling me 'girl'?", she asked. It was another procrastination attempt.
I placed a hand on her thigh and used my thumb to pull back the inner thigh. "You sit in front of me with your vagina bare and ask me why I call you a girl?", I asked.
"I'm a woman. I'm not a girl. I'm 37 years old. "
"And procrastinating like you're 17. Or 7." I slapped the thigh I'd partially opened. "I dealt with some of your sass already, but I'll do as much as you need done."
"I'm sorry!", she interjected.
"We'll start with that belt spanking." I moved her office chair so it was in front of her but a bit away from the desk
"Please, I'm sorry ..."
"Consequences, young lady. Lean forward and put your hands on the seat. I will help you get in position." I reached for her arms and guided her as she leaned forward. With her hands on the seat of the chair, her shoulders were about the height of her knees and her butt was up in the air.
"My God, I'm going to fall!"
"No, just keep your arms locked and your butt still and you'll be fine", I answered. "But if you try to get away, you will fall. Which is why you're going to keep that bare red butt in the air and take your belting."
I needed to make this fairly quick since it was an awkward position for her, so I stepped back to the customer side of the desk and doubled the belt, holding both the buckle and the end. From her right side, I unleashed a back-handed swat with the belt.
Swoosh - CRACK, it took her right across the fullest part of her butt.
"AAAWWWW!", she yelled, but had no time for any more.
Swoosh - CRACK, swoosh-CRACK, I delivered 6 backhanded swats all across the defenseless bottom.
She was sobbing, her back shaking and her breasts swinging.
I crossed to her left side, taking a brief look at her bright red rump above those white thigh-high hose. The left cheek, naturally, showed more signs of the punishment than the right. Her thighs were trembling as she worked to hold the position, her vagina definitely exposed between them.
From her left side, I swung the belt again, but with a forward stroke.
Swoosh-CRACK across the full upper portion of her bottom.
"OW, Please, God, No!"
Swoosh-CRACK, swoosh-CRACK.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Please stop!"
Swoosh-CRACK, swoosh-CRACK, still on that part of her bottom that best absorbs punishment.
2 swats to go ... Swoosh-CRACK ... this one lay across her sit spot.
"YEEEEOOOW!" She almost screamed at that one and a bold welt appeared just under her right butt cheek. She jerked and I was afraid she would fall.
"Just one more, hold still, Kendra", I ordered.
Swoosh-CRACK -- the final one was back across the plumpest part of her bottom. I really didn't think she could take another in the same spot as before.
"Ooowwwwww .... please can I get up now?"
"Yes, I'll help you", I answered as I came around the desk. I lifted her by the shoulders and she knelt on the desk in front of me.
She reached automatically to rub her burning posterior, but a firm "no" stopped her as if I'd swatted her again.
She looked me in the eye, tears running down her face, as she knelt on the desk. The sass was gone and she was now a spanked naked girl ... probably ready to be very obedient.
"Kendra, why did I just have to belt spank you?"
"Because I covered my ass."
"And had I told you not to cover your ass?"
"Yes". She lowered her eyes.
"More than once?"
"I think so." Her answer was soft, but still audible.
"So you disobeyed me during your spanking."
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"And have you gotten all the spanking I have promised you?"
"I hope ... well, probably ... well, no." She looked me in the eye again. "But please don't use the belt on me any more!"
"What will happen if you disobey me again tonight?"
"Um, the belt, I guess. But I won't disobey you again! I promise."
"Good girl. What was I spanking you for before you covered your butt?"
"Um, procrastinating."
"Don't you think we've waited long enough for a spanking for procrastination?"
"I guess so." Her eyes fell again. "But I took a bunch of the swats. Over half of them, I think."
"I'm not counting those, Kendra. I will give you the whole 18 swats and give them hard. You will stand still and take them and this time you'll spread your legs wide for them."
She didn't answer, but her bare breasts began to shake as she began crying again.
"Get off the desk for your spanking, young lady." |
Shauna55
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Username: Shauna55
Post Number: 29
Registered: 05-2014
| | Posted on Saturday, November 10, 2018 - 03:05 pm: |
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This is a good story. Don't make us wait too long for part 5 !!! |
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