Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

My name is Tom. I’m 35 years old. Like most men my age I’ve been around the block a few times with the fairer sex; high school, collage, a five year stint in the navy. I finally settled into a fairly conventional career in the telecommunications industry. I had at various times during that journey shared my life with a number of women. All different types, some long term, some short, and like most men probably, I was actually naive enough to think that after all that, women couldn’t surprise me anymore. That’s when Kelly-Ann Flynn came into my life.

We met during a party at the house of a mutual friend and clicked from the first moment. It was one of those rare times when the conversation was so engaging that I didn’t really start to notice her looks until we were well into our talk. Six years my junior she was of average height with beautiful red hair worn in a shoulder length bob. She had fair skin and green eyes and she was just a little plump for her frame, but it was arranged quite nicely.

All buns and boobs, to use her own words. That was a typical female exaggeration of course. The overall effect was very pleasing to the eye. Well, to the male eye anyway.

We started dating. Things went well as the relationship progressed through the usual stages. We learned all about each other. The mundane things. She was from a large Irish-American family. Four brothers, three sisters. She was the next to youngest. Eventually the intimate subjects were discussed; all of our little secrets, or so I thought at the time.

Before I knew it, five months had gone by and things couldn’t be better. We had survived our first out of town trip together, a big milestone for any couple. I love yous were regularly exchanged. Sleepovers were now common, usually at my place where a number of feminine products had taken up residence in my bathroom. Not that I was complaining. She really was one heck of a girl. I’m not just talking about the physical stuff either, though like so many apple pie, wholesome, girl next door types, she was a real tiger in the sack.

No, the thing I really love about Kelly-Ann is that she has heart. Do you know what that means, heart? It means she would rather die than let down a friend in need. It means that she won’t back down when she’s sure that she’s right. It means she would move heaven and earth to keep a commitment. It means that no matter how out matched she might be, she’s always in there swinging with everything she’s got.

I like heart. Heart is important. I stress that point because I want you all to understand that Kelly-Ann is not some simpering, mush-pot of a girl that wants the man in her life to make all of her decisions for her and tell her what to do. No one who knows her would ever describe her as submissive. That’s why the incident I’m about to share with you was such a surprise to me.

It happened on a rainy Saturday not too long ago. Kelly-Ann and I had spent the day cuddling on the couch, watching rented movies and eating junk food. It was because of this little ritual of ours that Kelly-Ann loved rainy weekends.

On this particular day however, she was strangely restless. She kept getting up, moving about the room, and straightening nick knacks. I knew her well enough to know it meant something was on her mind. I also knew that if I gave her some space she would eventually tell me what it was. She finally settled back down on the couch and snuggled up to me.

“Tom,” she said.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I need to ask you something.”

“You know you can ask me anything,” I assured her.

“Actually, it’s something I want you to do,” she said.

She was beating around the bush. It was very unlike her. “You know I’d do anything for you,” I told her.

“Do you love me?” she asked, dramatically.

“You know I do.” I was starting to get worried. If she needed that kind of reassurance it must be something big.

“I love you too,” she said.

God what did she want me to do? Kill somebody? “What is it you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time. Since I was a kid really. I’ve never told anyone before. Not even my closest girlfriends,” she explained.

“Please tell me,” I said.

She shifted nervously on the couch. “This is going to seem pretty weird. Whatever you do you have to promise me you won’t laugh. I’ll die if you laugh,” she said melodramatically.

I relaxed a little. If it might make me laugh it couldn’t be too bad. “I promise I won’t laugh,” I assured her.

“If you don’t want to do it just tell me and I’ll never mention it again.”

“Kelly-Ann,” I said, looking directly into her green eyes. “Please tell me what you want me to do.”

She held my gaze and took a deep breath. “I want you to give me a spanking,” she said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth a furious blush colored her face and she looked down at the couch.

“So you need a spanking, do you? Have you been a naughty little school girl?” I asked, thinking she was initiating some mildly kinky sex play. I could understand how she might be embarrassed, but I was greatly relieved that that was all she wanted.

“Tom, please!” she was looking me in the eye again and now there was real resolve in her gaze.

Having finally spit it out she was determined to go all the way with it. This was the Kelly-Ann I knew and loved. This was the Kelly-Ann who would charge hell with a bucket of water.

“It’s very important that you understand what I’m asking. I’m not talking about some silly little slap and tickle, play spanking,” she said.

Now it was my turn to squirm uncomfortably. “Okay, what exactly are we talking about? I want to understand,” I assured her.

She took a deep breath and looked me squarely in the eye. “I want you to take me into the bedroom, bare my bottom, turn me over your knee and get a good tight grip on me. Then, I want you to give me a real, old fashioned, no kidding, SPANKING!” she said emphatically. There was an unmistakably carnal look in those green eyes now. Coupled with this strange dramatic request, well, let’s just say she had my undivided attention.

I swallowed hard. “I suppose you’ve considered the fact that a spanking like that’s going to hurt?” I said. I could feel myself starting to perspire. I had never spanked anyone before, but I couldn’t help picturing her plump, firm, white fanny cheeks over my knee ready for a good smacking.

“I’m sure it will. At least if you do it right. That’s why it’s important that you understand what I want. Like I said, I’ve been thinking about this since I was a kid. Heck, I’ve probably needed it that long, but you’re the first person I’ve ever trusted enough to actually do it. I have to know that your going to do it right; that you’ll do it like you really mean it. It can’t be a joke, Tom. I’m talking about a real, old fashioned trip to the woodshed. If you can’t do that please tell me now. I won’t ask again, I promise. I know you probably think I’m crazy now as is,” she said.

I didn’t think she was crazy. I mean I knew about spankings. That is to say, I knew some people used spankings as a form of foreplay. I had after all spent five years in the Navy, and during that time I had become convinced that it was, hands down, the most perversion prone of all the services. There was very little I hadn’t at least herd of.

I was surprised though. I had never had any inkling that Kelly-Ann harbored such desires. I had always supposed that girls who liked to be spanked were shy, submissive types. Well it was clearly important to her that I understand, so I decided that I’d better get more back-story out of her before we took another step forward.

“Is it that you’re feeling guilty about something? I mean I know spankings are a turn on for a lot of people, but this sounds like were talking about a real punishment. I’m trying to understand, but I need a little more to go on, sweetheart,” I said.

“I know its confusing, Tom. I’m not even sure I understand it myself and I know you’re probably shocked, but to answer your question, well, yes and no. I mean yes there is a reason I think I really deserve one now, but no it’s not just about punishment. The thought of it really happening does excite me in some strange way,” she explained.

“And you say you’ve felt that way since you were a kid?” I asked, stroking her hair. She liked to have her hair stroked or brushed. It always helped her relax.

“Yep. You see we never got spanked in my house. My parents didn’t believe in it. Some of my friends did though and whenever they would talk about it I’d get this funny tingling in the tummy feeling. I didn’t know about sex yet, but I knew it excited me. I don’t know why. I never have,” she snuggled closer to me and rested her head on my chest as she continued her narrative. “When I got older, old enough to have those kinds of feelings, it finally started to make sense. I’d see an old movie or T.V. show where a grown girl would get spanked by her husband or boyfriend and I knew exactly what it was doing to me. I’d look at those scenes and think, yes, that’s what I want.”

“So you’ve never really been spanked?” I asked.

“Nope,” she admitted.

“Not even a little birthday spanking from a boyfriend?”

“No, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. I just couldn’t seem to find anyone who would take the hint,” she said.

I hugged her tighter and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “And you really think you want me to do this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. There was a delightful little quiver in her voice. “Tom, please understand; you’re the only person I’ve ever even trusted enough to tell, little alone do it for me.”

“And you say there’s a reason you think you really deserve one now,” I prompted.

“Yes. You see, I knew once things started to get serious between us that I would have to tell you about this spanking thing. Well I made up my mind that if I went as far as telling you, I wouldn’t do it half way. I mean you know how I am,” she said, with a rueful little smile.

I did, indeed, know how she was. Kelly-Ann had a habit of jumping into new ventures with both feet.

“I made myself a promise that if I went through with this I’d take a real, no kidding spanking and I’d take it right on my bare fanny. If I was going to do that I wanted it to count for something. I wanted to really deserve it. So I just decided to let fate pick the time. That is, I decided if I was ever in a situation where I really felt like I had it coming, that’s when I’d tell you all of this,” she said. She sat up and looked me in the eye. “Can you understand that,” she continued.

“I’m still waiting to here what you did… young lady,” I said. I put some edge in my voice. At this point I had decided that I was definitely going to do this and I wanted to start getting into character. There was a wonderful little panicked look in her eyes and she bit her lower lip.

My use of the phrase young lady had definitely pushed a button. I have to admit I was starting to enjoy this. She got up off the couch and walked to the dining room table to retrieve her purse. Once she was settled again on the couch she began her confession.

“The other day when I was on my way to work… well, I was a running a little late and I guess I was a little distracted and, well … I got this,” she said, extracting a slip of paper from her purse.

It was obviously a traffic citation. I took it from her and examined it. 35 MPH in a school zone. The fine was significant, as it should be. “Kelly-Ann Flynn!” I said with emphasis on each word the way my parents used to do.

She cast her eyes down and blushed again. “I know, I screwed up,” she said, pathetically.

“Yes you did, missy. I hope you realize that this little lapse of attention put little children’s lives in danger,” I said.

“I know,” she replied, still looking at the couch cushions.

I tried to remember more of my parents scolding shtick. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, young lady.” Oh yes. That was a classic. She brought her eyes back up to mine. A thought suddenly came to me.

“Kelly-Ann, would I be wrong in guessing that you had your cell phone stuck in your ear when this remarkable lapse of attention occurred?” Her face went white. Bulls-eye, I thought.

“I asked you a question, young lady.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

She was barely audible. Her lower lip was even quivering a little. I wondered at how she could look so pathetic and so adorable at the same time. Part of me wanted to hug her and tell her it would be all right, but of course that was not what she wanted or needed. Besides the cell phone had been an issue before. I had been in the car with her a few times when she had almost had an accident because of it. She knew damn well I didn’t approve of the practice. And I still got the sense that there was more to the story.

“Is that everything? You might as well get it all out now,” I said.

Big tears started to roll down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and reached back into the purse. “I also got this,” she blurted out, handing me what was clearly another citation.

Her hand was actually trembling as I took it from her. Failure to wear seatbelt. Another big fine. Seatbelt’s are mandatory in our state. The seatbelt thing had been a contentious point between us since our first date. She hated to wear it. I always insisted when I was driving and she relented because it was my car, but she remained defiant in hers. I had finally asked her to wear it because I loved her and I was asking her to. She had promised and she always had when I was with her.

“Tom, I swear to you that I’ve been wearing it. It was just that I was in a rush and I honestly forgot. Please believe me,” she said.

I did hug her then. “I believe you, honey. But I’ve got to tell you, if you set out to earn yourself a real fanny blistering you succeeded brilliantly,” I said. “Besides, if you’re still forgetting your seatbelt then you must need a real good reminder not to.”

She looked at me with fear and uncertainty, waiting to see what I was going to do. I let her sweat for a few seconds before I spoke again. “Kelly-Ann, I think we need to continue this little discussion in the bedroom. Don’t we?” I said, with all the drama I could muster.

“You mean… you’re going… you’re going to do it?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m going to do it all right, missy. I think you’re going to remember my doing it for a good little while,” I said. She swallowed hard. There was actually an audible GULP like you see in cartoons. I stood up. Kelly-Ann remained seated on the couch chewing on her lower lip.

“Stand up, young lady!” I ordered. She got to her feet. She was really looking nervous now. Like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I said you and I are going to the bedroom, missy!” I took her by the arm and turned her in the general direction of the bedroom. “March!” I commanded, giving her a firm swat to the seat of her snug 501s. It seemed to bring her out of her momentary paralysis.

“Ouch! Yes sir, I’m marching,” she said as she began her short journey to the site of her impending punishment.

I followed close behind enjoying the site of her rear pockets jiggling and trying to get a grip on the fact that I was about to put my twenty-eight year old girlfriend over my knee and spank her chubby, little fanny fire-engine red.

In truth, I was probably as nervous as she was. I didn’t truly understand this need of hers yet, but I knew this was important to her. I knew that I had to do this right. During my five year tenure as a naval officer, I had both given and received some spectacular ass chewing’s, so I had a pretty good idea how that part should go. The actual spanking was another matter. I had once given a playful birthday spanking to one of my girlfriends in high school and that was about the sum total of my practical experience. I was just going to have to wing that part and hope for the best. The one thing I did sense intuitively was that if I erred in this, it would be better to err on the side of severity. Anything less and she was going to feel cheated.

Once we had both entered the bedroom she turned to face me, clearly expecting another order and fearing what it would be. “Sit!” I told her, indicating the edge of the bed.

She seated herself and immediately cast her eyes down towards her cute, little bare feet. Once again I couldn’t help thinking how adorable she looked. In addition to the Levis she was wearing one of my T-shirts, with an ad for a popular brand of Tequila emblazoned on the front of it. Her gorgeous red hair was a little mussed. And of course there was that frightened, forlorn look on her face.

She looked the part of an errant teenager, sent to her room to await a good dressing down for some misdeed. Well she wasn’t really a teenager, but she was going to get a good dressing down and a whole lot more and she was going to get it right now!

“Kelly-Ann, look at me please,” I started, not too harshly yet. She turned her face up towards mine. “Do you understand what’s about to happen, young lady?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

“I hope you do, Kelly-Ann Flynn, because in about a minute I’m going to put you right over my knee and administer, what I promise you, will be a very real spanking. You asked for it and you’ve legitimately earned it. And I’ll tell you something else, young lady, once this starts, I am officially revoking your female prerogative to change your mind. There will be no calling time out when it hurts and it is going to hurt, missy. This spanking will be over when and only when I think you’ve learned a meaningful lesson. I want you to take a minute and really think about that. If your not 100% committed to going through with this, tell me now and we’ll forget the whole thing and go back to the couch.”

She looked up at me with those big, green eyes. “I don’t need a minute, Tom. I’ve been thinking about this for more than twenty years. We have to do this. It’s like you said, Tom, I asked for it and I really, really deserve it,” she said.

Her voice was trembling noticeably. Her wording got my attention. “We have to do this,” she had said. Not “I have to do this.” It really brought home my suspicion that this was as much a trial for me as it was for her. From her perspective, at least, this exercise was of crucial importance to our future as a couple. I was being tested. Well, I made up my mind right then that I was going to pass with flying colors.

“You’re sure?” I asked, giving her one final shot at escape. She simply nodded her head. Like I said earlier, the girl has heart.

“All right, young lady,” I said.

I walked to the door and made a show of closing it, cutting off her only possible line of retreat. There was an antique desk in my bedroom I had inherited from my grandfather. The chair was a solid straight backed armless affair with a leather padded seat and back. I pulled it away form the desk and turned it around.

I noticed that Kelly-Ann seemed to be breathing harder as she watched these preparations, her ample breasts heaving up and down under the tee shirt. I seated myself and pushed the right sleeve of my sweat shirt up above my elbow, more for dramatic effect that anything else. It worked. Her pretty green eyes got wide as saucers as she watched.

I gave her a stern look. “Kelly-Ann. Right here, young lady!” I said, indicating the spot on the floor immediately to the right of the chair.

She lowered her head. “Oh God,” she said. It was barely audible.

“Right now, Kelly-Ann! Don’t make me come over there!” She got to her feet and marched herself to the designated spot. She was biting her lower lip again, something she only did when she was very nervous.

“I think I made it perfectly clear that this was going to be a bare fanny spanking, young lady. Get those pants down!” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” she said. It was barely more than a whisper.

Her hands went to work unbuttoning and she quickly wiggled the tight jeans down to her knees. She hadn’t bothered to wear panties, knowing that we wouldn’t be leaving the house.

Now Kelly-Ann had pranced around buck naked in front of me a hundred times without a care but, for some reason, standing there with her pants at half mast made her face blush brick red. Well, I suspected she’d forget all about being embarrassed once the spanking started.

“Over my knee, young lady. Now!” I said. She reluctantly shuffled forward and as soon as she was close enough I took her left wrist in my left hand and gently but firmly turned her over my waiting lap.

“Get comfortable, you’re going to be there for a while,” I said, mostly for effect. I was rewarded with a delightful little whimper.

Once she was done squirming around it struck me how perfectly she fit in that position. Her generous breasts were hanging just over the edge of my left leg and her ample fanny cheeks were nicely arched over the top of my right thigh. Her bare toes just barely reached the floor.

Of course I was quite familiar with that lovely bottom of hers. I had over the past six months massaged it and kissed it and even given it little love bites. None of these things compared to the excitement I felt over what I was about to do to it. It almost seemed like I was seeing it for the first time. The cheeks were full and round, but there was no flab there. They were smooth and firm. She spent plenty of time in the gym and it showed.

Now as I looked at that very womanly bottom, plumped up over my lap, I thought how it seemed to be begging for a thoroughly sound smacking. Well, it was going to get one and it was going to get it right now.

“Kelly-Ann. You know that I love you, don’t you? I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“I want you to understand that I’m not doing this because I’m mad at you. I am very disappointed in you, though. What you did endangered your self and every one on the road with you. Didn’t it?” I scolded.

“Yes, sir.” It was barely more than a whimper.

“And you’re certainly old enough to know better, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, my dear, I’m of the opinion that if a twenty eight year old woman earns herself a spanking, she had better be prepared to get an adult sized dose. Don’t you think?” There was a definite whimper.

“I asked you a question, young lady.”

“Yes, sir,” she said finally.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I asked. That was another classic I remembered from my mothers discipline play book.

“I’m so sorry I disappointed you, Tom. I know I deserve this,” she was actually sobbing a little now. I could tell from the way her tummy muscles were spasming against my thighs. I did feel some pity for her at this point, but I was still going to give her something to really cry about. I had promised her after all.

“Well then I think we might as well get right down to business. Give me your right hand,” I said. She offered up her hand as ordered and I took it in mine, pinning it against her right hip. I didn’t want her covering her bottom with it once things started to heat up back there, but I also thought it might be a little more reassuring for her if she could hold my hand through this ordeal. I savored the site of those plump white cheeks one more time and brought my right hand up above my shoulder.

“Are you ready, young lady?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.” It was little more than a whimper. I could barely make out the words. Well, it was a rhetorical question anyway. The young lady was getting spanked whether she was ready or not. Sensing what was coming she tensed both cheeks.

SMACK! SMACK! I brought my hand down hard in rapid succession, once on the base of each chubby cheek. I meant for those first two swats to serve her notice that this was going to be the real thing, just like she asked for. If she was going to freak out and try to beg off, I wanted to know right away. She didn’t. Her body jumped as if she had had an electric shock and a mewing sound escaped her lips but that was all. She lay there passively waiting for the next swat. Heart, I thought again.

“Do I have your attention, young lady?” I asked.

“Yes, sir!” she said. That one was no whisper. It was loud and clear.

“Well, we both know how your attention has a tendency to wander, so let’s make sure,” I said.

I gave the alabaster globes eight more rapid fire smacks, spacing them evenly across her squirming behind. Her reaction was more dramatic now. The plump fanny cheeks bounced and jumped with each meaty smack. Both feet came off the floor as she flutter-kicked her legs in the air. Most rewarding of all, was the very audible, “YEEEEEOOOOCH!!!!” from the recipient.

I was definitely enjoying this. Did that make me a bad man? I wondered. I took a moment to survey the damage. Both generous cheeks were already a nice, rosy pink. She was really going to feel this in the morning.

“Kelly-Ann, from here out you are not to talk on your cell phone while you are driving. Do I make myself clear?”

SMACK!

“Yes!”

SMACK!

“OUCH!”

SMACK!

“OH!”

SMACK!

“SIR!”

SMACK!

“OWIE!”

SMACK!

“OUCH! Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” she said frantically.

“If that phone rings when you are in the car you have two choices. Let your voice mail get it and call them back or pull over and answer it. Those are your only choices. Is that clear?” I said.

“YES, SIR!” she said emphatically.

“Let’s just make sure that sinks in,” I said

“Oh no!” Was all Kelly-Ann had to say before the next onslaught.

I directed a sustained barrage of smacks against the base of each cheek.

“YEEOOOOOOW! PLEASE, PLEASE,” she panted.

“Please what? Please harder?” I taunted.

“NO, NO please I’ll be good. I won’t talk on the phone in the car,” she said.

“Like you were going to wear your seatbelt. Remember that promise?”

SMACK! SMACK! I landed a real scorcher on the crown of meaty globe for emphasis.

“OUCH! GOD, PLEASE,” she said.

“Ah yes, prayer. The last refuge of scoundrels,” I said.

I just remembered the quote from somewhere. Probably something I read in school. I decided it was time for another sustained barrage. I was really warming to the task now. The walls fairly rang with the sound of my hand rebounding from Kelly-Ann’s solid cheeks.

“OUCH! OH! OH! YEEEEOOOOWW!” Kelly-Ann cried out the litany of a young lady experiencing her first real spanking. Both legs came up again for some sustained, energetic kicking. Her jeans flew off completely leaving her bare from the waist down. Both chubby cheeks were bright red now. They contrasted dramatically with still white skin of her firm full thighs.

Now I’m going to take a moment here to give credit where credit is due. Kelly-Ann had asked for a truly sound spanking and I’m sure she’d be the first to agree that she was getting one. She was after all kicking and squirming and squealing for all she was worth.

In spite of all that though, not once had she tried to beg off or seriously attempt to get away. I have to say it again people, heart. How could I not love her? Well I did love her, but I still wasn’t through tanning her shapely fanny. Not even close.

“Kelly-Ann. What are you going to do if you’re driving and your phone rings?” I demanded. No immediate answer. I must have caught her napping.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Another series of sharp smacks regained her attention.

“OUCH! OUCH! NOT, OUCH, NOT GOING, OUCH! TO, OUCH, ANSWER! OUCH!”

“What was that, young lady? I couldn’t hear you over all that spanking,” I teased.

“I said I’m not going to answer it!” she said frantically.

SMACK! SMACK! I blasted the base of each cheek again. I was really enjoying the way they bounced when I smack them.

“OUCH! OH!”

“You aren’t going to answer it, what?” I demanded.

“SIR!” she shouted.

“Don’t you forget that again, young lady,” I warned.

“I won’t, I won’t, sir!” she assured me.

“All right, Kelly-Ann, I think that will just about cover the speeding ticket. Now it’s time to talk about not wearing your seatbelt,” I said.

“Oh God, please, I learned my lesson. Really, I have,” she said.

“Yes, I know, dear. You’ve learned your lesson about the cell phone. We’re on a different lesson now. This one is about seat-belts. Please try to keep up. I’m sure you’re not going to want me to have to go over any of this a second time. Are you?”

“No, please,” she said.

“Now as far as the seatbelt lesson goes, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” I asked. I had always wanted to say that.

“Oh, the good news, please,” she said hopefully.

“The good news is that I’m going to let you off with just ten swats,” I said.

“What’s the bad news?” she asked. She was whimpering again.

“The bad news is that there going to be with my belt,” I said dramatically.

“NOOOO, Please not that!” she pleaded.

“Would you like to try for twenty, young lady?” I threatened.

“No, sir!” she said.

“Then don’t argue; besides you have to admit its poetic,” I said as I drew my belt though my pant loops. Now, truth be told, it wasn’t a particularly heavy belt. It was maybe an inch wide and made of fairly light leather. Still, doubled up I was sure it would impart a wicked little sting when it made contact with her already tenderized fanny.

“Now, as I was saying your getting ten licks for not wearing your seatbelt and I promise you, young lady, you are going to feel every one of them right down to your toes.”

“Oh God, Tom, please not with the belt. Please just use your hand,” she pleaded.

“What did I tell you about arguing with me, young lady?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she said frantically.

“Too late, missy. You just earned yourself two extra. That makes twelve licks now. One more word of argument and it will be the full twenty,” I said.

“I’m sorry, sir, I won’t argue anymore,” she pleaded. She had started sobbing again.

“Kelly-Ann, look at me, please,” I said, softening my voice. She turned her tear-stained face over her shoulder to look up at me.

“Kelly-Ann, I’m sorry I have to be so strict with you sweetheart, but I really think you need this. I think you’ve needed it for a good long time. As much as these twelve licks are going to hurt, I can guarantee you they won’t hurt anywhere near as much as having an accident and flying through the windshield of your car. I love you, young lady. If I have to tie you down and give you a hundred licks to keep that from happening to you, I will. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

“All right then, twelve good hard licks with the belt and this will be all over with. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. It was just a whimper. I brought the belt all the way back over my shoulder. Sensing what was coming she squeezed my hand tighter and clenched her bottom cheeks.

WHACK! I brought the belt down right across the ripest curves of her bottom. Both of her feet came off the floor.

“YEEEEEOOOOUCH!!!”

WACK!

“OUCH! Oh my God, it stings!”

WHACK!

“JEEEESSSSUUUSSS!” That one caught her right across the lowest curves of her bottom. She drummed her toes furiously against the carpet.

“Are you learning your lesson, young lady?” I demanded.

“YES SIR! I AM, I AM!” she shouted.

WHACK!

“YEEEEOOOOWW!!”

“OH IT STINGS IT STINGS,” she said.

“It’s meant to sting, missy. I want you to remember this licking every time your fanny hits your car seat. That way you’ll remember to put your seat belt on, won’t you?” I said.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I gave her three in rapid succession to emphasize my point.

“OUCH! OUCH! YEEEOOOW! YES! YES! I’ll REMEMBER!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“YEEEEEOOOOOUCH!” Her head came up and her bare toes beat another energetic tattoo against the carpet.

She seemed to just let herself go at that point. The tears started to flow in earnest, not just sniffles and whimpers but full blown sobbing. Something told me this was the place she had been needing to get to for all these years. This one moment of total emotional release. Of course she still had two licks coming, but I wasn’t made of stone, for God’s sake. The poor kid had been a real trooper, but she had clearly had enough. I just let her lay there and cry it out while I held her hand. After a minute or so the sobbing subsided and she started to regain her composure.

“Tom?” she said.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’ve still got two licks coming,” she said.

“I know, but I’m going to let you off the hook. I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” I asked.

“YES SIR! I HAVE… but I’ve still got two licks coming.”

That said, she straightened herself on my lap, set her toes against the carpet and tightened her grip on my hand.

“I’m ready, sir,” she said calmly.

I don’t have to say it again, do I people? You know, right? I brought the belt over my shoulder and took aim on the lower curves of her now tomato-red fanny; right where she would feel it the most when she sits.

WHACK!

WHACK!

“YYYYEEEEOOOOW!” she howled. I waited until she was done kicking her feet in the air.

“All right, tough girl, had enough now?” I asked.

“YES, SIR! I think that will definitely do it!” she said.

I felt her tummy muscles spasming again, but I couldn’t tell if she was crying or laughing or both. I’m not sure if she knew either. It subsided after another minute and I helped her to her feet.

She really was a sight standing there with her hands clapped against her freshly scorched fanny. Her hair was plastered to her tear stained face and her nose was running, but there was also a very rueful little grin. In that instant, I thought that she had never looked sexier. I took her in my arms and held her tight against my chest.

“So, do you feel like you got a real spanking, young lady?” I teased.

“I feel like I got ten real spankings, and by the way, I didn’t say anything about a belt, you big bully!” she gave me a little kick in the shin with her bare foot to emphasize her point.

“You said you wanted a real, woodshed quality spanking, missy. Well I’ve read about those days. They didn’t march kids out to the woodshed for a little hand spanking. That procedure involved a switch or a strap or something that would be truly memorable,” I informed her smugly.

“Just my luck I’d fall in love with a history expert,” she pouted.

“So, is that how you want me to handle bad behavior from now on?” I asked.

She looked up at me again with those big green eyes. “Are you okay with it? I know its kind’a weird. I’ll understand if you don’t want to do it again. Please be honest with me, Tom,” she said earnestly.

“Didn’t it feel like I was okay with it?” I asked.

“Actually it felt like you were a little too okay with it. I kind of like that about you, mister,” she said saucily.

“You still haven’t answered my question, young lady,” I prompted.

“Yes, sir. I hereby grant you the authority to tan my fanny any time you think I deserve it,” she said solemnly.

“You’re sure? There’s no turning back if you are,” I warned.

“Well, there is one thing,” she said.

“What’s that sweetheart?’ I asked

“It’s possible there might be a time when I honestly don’t think I deserve it. If that happens, I want you to promise that you will really listen to my side of the story. You still make the final decision and I won’t argue, even if I still don’t agree, but you have to listen and you have to promise to be fair,” she said.

“Okay, sweetheart, I promise,” I said.

“Tom?”

“Yes, pumpkin?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kelly-Ann.”

The End