Normally I would just be really pissed at myself and let it go at that. Sometimes I would say ‘screw it the day’s ruined’ and eat and drink (soft drinks) the rest of the day. I tried to get hold of myself, salad for lunch and all but then I did something a little unusual. I emailed Nick and told him. Hmmm… I rarely lie to Nick but I usually have no problem simply not mentioning my shortcomings. But I did it quickly before I changed my mind. Actually I had forgotten Mollie was babysitting that night or I might not have been so rash. LOL!
I have to say Nick is the sweetest man in the world and he always tries to give me what I need. He took me to the bedroom for a ‘reminder to stay focused’. I was pleased that he was willing but I have to tell you if I had been the spanker I wouldn’t have gotten off so easy! I would have made more of a lasting impression for needless cookie gorging. But at least he cared.
The worse thing he made me do was to cut his hair – he knows I really don’t like to do that, I know I’m going to screw it up some day. But as the hair cut finished and I was leaving the bedroom he asked “Do you think you need any more encouragement to stay on track? I wouldn’t want you to feel short changed.” And with that we launched into some fun spanking – something he is quite good at!! Yard sticks, the crop, the hairbrush and even our rubber/foam sword, now that was fun. Bless Nick’s heart he may not be feeling great but he sure took the time to make sure I was. He gave me the Hitachi and between it, the spanking and Nick’s magic fingers I had a great afternoon!
As for ways Nick could keep me on the straight and narrow for the diet – well if he doesn’t want to get really tough with the spanking idea he needs to get bossier, at least by email. He is good at encouraging but not too great at giving orders, sometimes I just need orders. Maybe an email saying ‘NO snacks at all today’ or ‘Nothing but diet soft drinks this week – not even a sip’. He probably thinks this would be so mean but honestly it would help – something to focus on, doing what he said. Maybe a different rule each week – not tons of rules but one or two that change each week as we see what works best. He and I may have to do some emailing about this. I’ll keep you posted!!
Now for one more thing, I finally got around to writing a new Fantasy Friday story. It’s a continuation of the story of Cal and Megan. I have the first story here below if you haven’t read it or if you want to refresh your memory. I’ll put a link to the second one at the end of this one. Hope you like the new one Friday.
The Break In
The sudden light blinded Megan! She heard the man shout and her mind screamed in panic with only one thought “GET AWAY”! In her terror she sprinted for the door but the man was on her. His arm snaked around her waist and she was yanked backwards and off her feet. She dropped her bag in her mad effort to get away but she was half drug, half carried back into the bedroom. The man pulled her to the dresser as he fumbled inside the top drawer. Her mind was still reeling when she felt cold steel on her wrist and another wave of sheer panic shot through her as she realized she was now being handcuffed to the bed.
Once she was secured the man stepped away from her and back toward the dresser. Her eyes swept the room looking for an escape. Nothing! There was no hope, finally her eyes came back to the man and she saw the gun lying on the dresser by his hand.
The man began firing questions at her “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house? Damn! I could have blown your frigging head off! And what the hell are you doing with my shoe?” Megan looked down to see that she was still clutching the man’s shoe that she had so quietly slipped into the closet to take.
“I – I’m really sorry” Megan stammered “Here” she held out the shoe “you can have it back. I am so sorry. Please let me go and I swear I will never bother you again.”
The man ignored her words and said “Answer my questions. First who are you?”
“I’m Megan Anderson.”
“Alright Megan Anderson, what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom at 2 AM?” The man casually reached for his jeans hanging on the chair and pulled them on over his boxers.
Megan didn’t want to answer, it seemed so incredibly stupid now but no plausible lie was coming to mind so she began on the truth.
“I’m pledging a sorority and I have a list of items I had to get from a local house in order to…”
“My god!” the man interjected “you risked you life breaking into a stranger’s house on some kind of asinine scavenger hunt? How old are you anyway?”
“I’m nineteen” Megan answered “But you don’t understand” she started earnestly, “It’s not just to get into the sorority – this was to get in to a secret society within the sorority…” Megan trailed off again as the man looked at her as thought she had sprouted feathers.
The man looked so confused Megan took the opportunity to give him her most winning smile “Please,” she said sweetly, “I really am sorry. And I didn’t really take anything, you have everything back. No harm, no foul! Now if you will just take these cuffs off I’ll be on my way.”
The man almost smiled before he caught himself. He could only imagine the times that beautiful, innocent looking smile had gotten her out of trouble, well he thought, not this time.
“Come on,” Megan demanded, shaking the cuffs a little, “let me out of these things and I’ll go.”
“Go” he repeated “The only place you’re going is to jail! You break into my house try to steal my stuff and you think I am just going to let you walk out of here?
Megan’s eyes narrowed and she dropped the sweet smile. “Look mister, I said I was sorry. But I am not about to go to jail! Look at this you have me handcuffed to a bed – what kind of a pervert are you? I’ll tell the police you held me against my will – that’s kidnapping! And if you don’t let me out of these things right now I am going to tell them you tried to rape me!
The man stared another moment then reached for his cell phone and tossed it beside her on the bed. “There you go he said. Call 911. Better yet hit speed dial 2 that will ring directly on the sheriff’s desk. Of course I’m not there to answer it at the moment but I am sure one of my deputies will pick up.”
Megan’s eyes widen, “You’re not...” she began.
“Sheriff Cal Bennett at your service ma’am. Youngest sheriff ever elected in Craven County. Now let me see if I have this right” Cal began, “In order to get into some fancy, spoiled, society girl clique you broke into my house to steal… what all was it now?”
Megan dug into her pocket and handed him a small piece of paper. On it was printed:
• TV remote
• salt and pepper shakers
• tooth brush and tooth paste
• one dress shoe
• bonus points, one lock of hair
“This is some sorority you are trying to get into kid. But all you got yourself is a big pile of trouble. I am taking you in now; you can call your parents from the station.”
“You can’t call my parents!’ Megan cried “They’ll kill me! Mother couldn’t possible stand the embarrassment and Daddy said I couldn’t go to Greece over spring break if I mess up one more time! Please you have to let me go!
“So that is the kind of discipline you have had all your life? And how did Daddy think you messed up before? Eat with the wrong fork at dinner?”
“Daddy’s all up in arm about my grades.”
“How bad are your grades?” Cal asked.
“I failed 3 of my 5 classes. But it wasn’t my fault – not that it is any of your business! But they were all at 8:00 AM and who can make it to class that early?”
Cal thought back to his college days, working two jobs in addition to carrying a full load. Working in the bar until 4:00 AM and never missing an 8:00 AM class.
“Look" Cal snapped, "I can’t listen to anymore of this crap! You are under arrest. This is a small county and we keep our court dockets up to date. Your trial will be within two weeks and our judges are very severe with college students gone wild. So don’t expect to make bail. Plan on spending the next 6 months in our county jail. Don’t worry” he told her as he saw the panic growing in her eyes “I run a good jail and no one will hurt you. But someone needs to teach you a lesson and my county work farm is the best place I know of.”
Cal let that bit of information sink in for a minute as he watched her tear stained face crumble in to disbelief.
“Or you have one other choice.”
Megan looked at him trying to stop her tears. “Please” she pleaded, “I’ll do anything! I don’t want to go to jail and I don’t want my parents to know. Give me another chance – please!”
“I don’t think you are going to like the alternative either.” Cal said in a firm voice.
“Oh please, anything is better than going to jail.”
“Okay we’ll see.” Cal paused for a minute then stated the second option. “Your complete contempt of the law, your total disregard for your own safety and your only real remorse in all this is that ‘Daddy will take away your trip to Greece’ tells me you are nothing but an extremely spoiled brat! What you need is someone to blister your butt and take control of you until you develop some self control!”
“Blister my butt? Are you saying you want to spank me? Are you crazy? I have never been spanked!”
“That” Cal observed “is painfully obvious. But that is the deal. I am going to whip your butt and in addition to that you will be working for me for the next six months. You won’t be joining any sorority, you won’t have any time. You will be cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry and scrubbing bathrooms – whatever I need.
Megan stared at him as if he were speaking Greek. “But I don’t know how to do any of that stuff” Megan whispered.
I had a feeling you didn’t, but it’s high time you were learning. And part of the time you will be studying because your grades are going to improve to B’s or better and if you miss so much as one class without my permission – I’ll wear you out again! Are you getting all this?”
Getting it, she thought he had to be kidding! But regardless she was prepared to agree to anything to keep from going to jail. Besides little kids got spanked so it couldn’t be all that bad. As for the maid service, well she would find some way out of that.
“I don’t want my parents to know anything and I don’t want to go to jail.”
“Alright then.” Cal took the cuff key and unlocked Megan’s hand. He sat on the bed and drew her to stand in front of him. “Megan, you need to take down you pants and panties.”
“Megan punishments are embarrassing and painful – that is the reason you avoid bad behavior, to avoid punishment. I need this to be memorable to set you straight. And I promise you will remember this night.”
Megan couldn’t hold his gaze and looked at the floor as she bared her bottom. Cal quickly guided her over his lap and positioned her at the proper angle.
Megan could not believe what was happening. Cal began spanking with his hand. It did sting but she realized it wasn’t anything she couldn’t take. Cal started talking to her “Tell me why you are getting this spanking Megan.”
”Because I wanted to join the sorority” she answered.
Zing! The next spank shot through her like fire. It HURT! What was he doing? “I don’t need any of you flippant answers young lady!” He was burning her up! She reached her hand around to protect her assaulted bottom but she quickly found her hand pinned to the small of her back. Cal lessened the tempo but was still spanking hard as he asked again “Why are you getting this spanking?”
“I broke into your house”, Megan gasped “I tried to steal from you!”
“That’s right” Cal agreed. “Did you know stealing was wrong?”
“Yes sir!” Even through the pain Megan wondered where the ‘sir’ had come from.
“Good” said Cal. “And now you are going to find out how I feel about stealing!” and he began spanking in earnest.
This was not what Megan had expected. She began howling and kicking her feet. Cal easily penned her legs with his. He paused moments later – he was well aware that this was her first spanking and he had no intention of over doing it, but she would remember.
“We are not quite done here young lady” Cal said as he stopped to rub her glowing bottom. “But I think you need a little break.” Cal helped her up and guided her to the corner. “I want you to stand here in the corner and think about the decisions that got you here tonight.”
Megan was thinking about the choices she had made. Never had joining a sorority seemed so meaningless. Why had she ever put herself in such a compromising position?
Cal stepped back into the room with the hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. Seeing Megan from across the room Cal realized what a beautiful sight she was in the corner. He knew her ass was on fire from the looks of things and the way she shifted her feet trying to find relief. She was still sniffling and wiping her eyes.
“Megan” come back over here Cal ordered quietly. Megan came back to him. She realized she didn’t feel embarrassed but she was beginning to realize that she had really screwed up.
Megan saw the hair brush lying beside Cal. Her eyes got big as she began “No – please don’t…” Cal pulled her back across his lap. “But I’m sorry!” she wailed “I’ve learned my lesson, honest!
“Good” Cal said soothingly. “You have paid for breaking in and stealing. You have a clean slate on that but this hair brush is going to make you pay for putting yourself in such a dangerous position. Cal rubbed the smooth, cool brush against Megan’s scorched bottom. It felt great but Megan couldn’t help tensing for the first blow.
She didn’t have to wait long as pain exploded on her right cheek and then quickly on her left. She yelped and tried to slide off but Cal was having none of it and firmly pulled her back to him. He spanked hard with the brush. “I could have shot you tonight! Do you realize that? You would have been dead, you parents lives devastated and mine too. You will never, ever put yourself it danger like that again!”
“I won’t, I won’t!! Please stop! I’m so sorry! Stop!”
The hair brush paused as Cal ask "Are you sure you know how serious this was? Do you really realize you could be dead?"
"I do know, honest!
"Good" Cal answered "Now let's make sure you never forget." and with that Cal delivered the last 25 firm hard spanks. "Are you going to be able to remember, Megan?"
"I'll remember!! I will never do anything so dangerous again, I promise!! Please stop!"
Cal stopped and ran his hand gently over over her flaming red cheeks. “It’s alright, Megan, I know you won’t. It’s going to be alright.” She winced as the cooling lotion he was using touched her skin. The lotion felt good but she didn’t think there was enough lotion in the world to cool the heat she was feeling.
Cal set her to her feet and helped her arrange her clothes. Then he put his arms around her and held her as she sobbed. “Shhh…” he cooed to her “you’re alright now. It’s all over and everything’s okay. All those bad decisions, all the pain is behind you now.”
Megan couldn’t help grinning at his choice of words and as she looked at him she saw the twinkle in his eye and realized he had fully intended the pun. She felt comfortable in his arms, relaxed in a way she had never felt before.
“Thank you” Megan said quietly. “I know this evening could have gone horribly wrong. I could be in jail – or worse. I owe you a lot Cal.”
Cal was almost startled to hear his own name. So many friend and even family members simply called him ‘Sheriff’. He found himself strangely pleased that Megan had remembered his name and used it. He held her a little longer then became business-like. “What time is your first class in the morning?”
“Nine” she told him. “American history”
“And when are your classes over tomorrow?”
“I’m done at 2:30.”
“Alright, I am going to get you back to the dorm now. It’s after 3 and you need some sleep. You will not be late for your class tomorrow and don’t think I won’t check. I’ll pick you up at 3 tomorrow afternoon and I want you to have your class schedule with you. We'll work your chores around here in between your classes.
“That okay, my car is just on the next block.” Megan told him. “I’ll get myself home.”
“Owwwww…” Megan cried as Cal hand landed a hard swat on her extremely tinder seat.
“Young lady you are in my custody for the next six month and you will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Cal.” Megan answered meekly as he led her to his car. Each wondering, with a small smile, what the next six months might bring.
The second Cal and Megan story can be found here. Hope you'll come back Friday.