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Reader_girl
New member Username: Reader_girl
Post Number: 8 Registered: 07-2005
| Posted on Monday, August 01, 2005 - 05:35 pm: |
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I was encouraged by Ben(dover) to post my story here. (So if you don't like it, all negative comments should be directed to him.) I will, of course, be happy to receive any positive comments. Engaged} Stephen held firmly to Hannah’s hand as he led her down the hallway to the front door. “But I don’t WANT to go for a walk,” Hannah hissed through her teeth. “Hush, Hannah, and get your coat,” Stephen replied as he opened the hall closet to retrieve both of their jackets, “no arguing.” Stephen had just excused both of them from the supper table, telling her parents that they would be taking a walk to allow their meal to settle. Hannah had been bringing Stephen home for her family’s traditional Sunday night supper since the third month after they began dating. Her family immediately fell in love with him and admired the stabilizing effect he had on her life. Two months ago, Stephen had proposed and Hannah had accepted. Now they were planning the wedding, her parents giving much more input than Hannah would have chosen. In fact, supper conversation had been full of wedding talk, her younger sisters putting in their two-cents about bridesmaid outfits and her parents arguing with her over every little detail. Or, at least, that’s how it felt to Hannah. Stephen saw things differently. Hannah’s parents loved her deeply. True, perhaps, they might be a little over-involved in her life. After all, she was their oldest child, the first of three daughters. Certainly his parents were as strongly devoted to himself and his sisters. “Where are we going?” Hannah asked querulously. “Why are we walking so fast? Slow down!” Her voice had quickly risen to an aggrieved pitch that brought Stephen’s youngest sister to mind. “Hannah Jane! You watch your tone of voice, young lady!” Stephen commanded briskly as he pulled her along toward the neighborhood playground at the center of her parent’s housing development. Hannah Jane? What was she, five? Her parents had never used both of her names in such a way, and she found herself mutely obeying Stephen’s directive. “Sit down here, Hannah, we need to talk,” he gently pushed her down onto the park bench usually reserved for young Mommies watching their toddlers at play in the nearby sandbox. “If this is about what I said at supper, I don’t want to hear about it! My parents are aggravating beyond belief! I can’t believe that they are insisting on a sit-down dinner following the ceremony. Besides the fact that it is so expens—“ Hannah’s stream of opinions was cut off by the pressure of Stephen’s index finger against her lips. “I believe we discussed all of this after last week’s Sunday meal,” Stephen began, “do you remember what I told you?” “Yes…” Hannah sighed grumpily, “’I can disagree with my parents without being disrespectful or I can keep my opinions to myself.’ I know, Stephen! But it’s like they won’t even listen to me. They wouldn’t even let me get a word in edgewise until I said…..oh. I did say THAT, didn’t I?” “Yes, Hannah, you called your parents ‘stupid.’ In front of your younger sisters. In front of me.” “But….” Hannah interjected. “But what, pumpkin? Do you have something to add that will erase my memory of your parent’s faces at that lovely comment?” Stephen sat down at Hannah’s left and placed one finger under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his as they sat in the empty playground. It was winter, and quite dark at 7:30 at night, but Hannah could read the expression on his face clearly. She looked away as she tried to think of something, anything, to say to justify her childish behavior. “I just wanted...” Hannah mumbled. “Eyes, please, Hannah Jane,” Stephen directed crisply as he again guided her chin up so their eyes met. “No,” Hannah muttered. “No, sir.” No sir? Again, was she five? How did their conversation get to this point, Hannah wondered. He must be waiting for her response. “No, sir,” Hannah said quietly as she looked directly into his eyes. “I want you to think back to last Sunday night, Hannah, and tell me what I said would happen this week if you were disrespectful to your parents.” Hannah’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Stephen, remembering his last warning of what had been a very long lecture, “If you did—if you didn’t get through to me through my ears, you would have to try my bottom?” Hannah squeeked. “Stand up and undo the button on your jeans, please.” “What – here? But Stephen…” she whined as she glanced around the playground. True, the view from the street was sheltered by some large hedges, but they would do nothing to prevent sound from traveling in the cold night air. One look at his face, however, and she stood immediately and undid her jeans button. Stephen reached out, pushed her hands to the side and slid the zipper down. Whoosh! One tug and her jeans were at her knees. Grabbing her left hand, Stephen tugged her down and across his lap, turning the seat of her pink panties up. Hannah wiggled as she tried to find a less precarious position over his knees. SMACK! His hand landed directly on the center of her firm bottom. “Stop wiggling, young lady, I’ll put you where I want you myself.” Stephen gently grasped her hips and pulled up so her bottom was perfectly placed for maximum access and impact. “How many spanks?” Hannah querried nervously. “Not how many, baby, but how long. And the answer is – until I feel I’ve gotten my point across.” Raising his arm, Stephen brought his hand down squarely in the center of her right cheek – SMACK! SMACK! Moving rapidly, he covered her bottom with hard swats. “Owwww. Stephen! That hurts!” Hannah protested. Calmly placing his hand on her slightly warm bottom, “It’s supposed to hurt, young lady, it’s a spanking.” SMACK! “Oh!” SMACK! “Owww!” SMACK! “Umph!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Stephen continued until her felt her resistance begin to soften. “I will not” SMACK! “allow you” SMACK! “to speak to your parents” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “disrespectfully.” SMACK! “Is that understood, Hannah Jane?” “Yes.” “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir.” Hannah said quietly, trying not to hiccup as sobs escaped her mouth. Gently, Stephen stood Hannah on her feet and pulled her jeans back up around her throbbing bottom. Standing, he looked down into her face, seeing how she was bravely trying to squelch the rest of her sobs. “Now, Hannah Jane, what is the lesson you need to take away from this experience?” He put his hands softly on her shoulders and turned her to directly face him. Looking up into his eyes, Hannah drew a deep breath and calmly recited, “I can disagree with my parents without being disrespectful or I can keep my opinions to myself.” Stephen folded her in his arms. “I think it’s time to go apologize to your parents.” “Yes, sir.” “I love you, Hannah Jane,” Stephen whispered softly into her ear, helping her zip and refasten her jeans. Standing on tiptoe to answer, “I know,” she whispered quietly, “…..sir.” The mischievous lilt to her voice telling him she would not be holding a grudge. Reader Girl
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 291 Registered: 04-2005
| Posted on Monday, August 01, 2005 - 10:49 pm: |
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This was lovely Reader Girl, beautifully written and quite sweet. I enjoyed every moment of reading this and I hope you have more stories to share with us. Please? wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Biggirl
Junior Spanko Username: Biggirl
Post Number: 54 Registered: 05-2005
| Posted on Tuesday, August 02, 2005 - 12:08 am: |
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Reader Girl: I too enjoyed yur story very weel. So well in fact I am going to show it to my S/O. Please continue to share your writings. Brightest Blessings,BigGIrl |
Rocco
Spanko Username: Rocco
Post Number: 429 Registered: 04-2005
| Posted on Thursday, August 04, 2005 - 05:29 pm: |
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I'm so glad you posted the story here. I read it on your site and loved it! Thanks for sharing it with us. Nothing says I love you like a spanking
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado Username: Fanny
Post Number: 1017 Registered: 05-2005
| Posted on Friday, August 05, 2005 - 12:40 pm: |
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Ben should encourage you to write more. "Queen of Innocence" Be willing to pass up good, for great! "oooooo", she says!!
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Cindi
New member Username: Cindi
Post Number: 6 Registered: 08-2005
| Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2005 - 06:14 am: |
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Good story! Cindi |
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