Fantasy Friday, Long Overdue Accounting, part 3

And here it is! The final part of this wonderful story. I hope you have enjoyed reading this one!

Long Overdue Accounting

Part 3

Vivian laid on her stomach, taking the pressure off her very sore backside while thinking over the dilemma of Charlie. Her head was pillowed on her crossed arms and her sandy brown wavy hair was pushed to one side. Every time she tried to figure out how she would tell him of all the lies she told, tears started to fill her hazel eyes. Her nose was already bright pink from all the crying while she was being spanked and she was hoping to calm down enough so that her face didn’t look totally awful when Charlie showed up.

She thought back to the first day she had met him when he had asked if he could share her table in the Union. After looking up into his warm brown eyes, and the wonderful genuine smile she had no problem inviting him to join her. He was tall with longish dark brown hair and immediately had her laughing as they talked. Charlie was very impressed with the fact that Vivian was an older student just starting out who had worked to get the money for school. He was a graduate student in psychology and wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do when he got his Master’s degree. Most of his passion seemed to revolve around working with children. They both were amazed at the coincidence that Vivian’s plans also included children. Her goal was to be a reading specialist.

After that first day Charlie amazingly showed up at the same time every day in the Union. Vivian was delighted, he was not only wonderful company but there was a quality about him she couldn’t quite put her finger on but she really liked. He was so different from most of the men she had dated. He was so interested in her classes and her goals.

Almost a week after she had first met him, Charlie had asked her out on a date. Vivian was so relieved; she was beginning to wonder if he just liked eating lunch with her. She felt a little strange explaining that she lived with her uncle but she didn’t want any misunderstandings if he called and Uncle J answered the phone. But Charlie was not the least put off by the idea. “I think that’s great that you are so close to your uncle and the two of you can be there for each other.” She rewarded him with a beaming smile and a card with the phone number on it.

Charlie smiled as he pocketed it, “I’ll call tonight and we can make plans for Saturday.” He reached across the table and held her hand briefly, “I am really looking forward to this Vivian.”

She knew she was blushing but really didn’t care, “So am I, truly.”

And that was how it started. The first time Charlie picked her up for their date he and Uncle J had really hit it off. Vivian was amazed. It was as though they had known each other forever. In fact she wondered if she and Charlie were going to go out or spend the evening with her uncle.

When they left Uncle J had hugged her and turned to Charlie, “Take care of my girl.” Vivian thought she would die. But Charlie took it in his stride. She knew other men she had been out with would have rolled their eyes and made some comment on it once they were out the door.

But Charlie simply shook her Uncle’s hand and said, “I certainly will.” When they got out the door he remarked on how much he liked Vivian’s uncle. And there were other differences too. Although Charlie had gently kissed her good night after their first date he had certainly taken his time going much further than that. He was a tremendous amount of fun to be with and Vivian usually ended up laughing until her stomach ached over some of his stories. They went to movies, concerts, museums, and sometimes just went for long walks with lots of talking. Many times their meal out lasted for hours, just spent sharing with each other. He was also incredibly polite and gentlemanly. Always opening doors and pulling out her chair. And he insisted that he walk on the street side when they were out together. But somehow he never did it in a condescending manner and she was never put off by it or insulted. She felt cared about and even, protected. It was amazing but none of that bothered her as it had with past boyfriends who tried it.

It was not until a month into their relationship that they first made love. Charlie had been careful not to push her, she understood his motivations. But it was getting to the point where she was ready to push him…right down on the bed. However, one night at his apartment after watching a movie together, well at least that is what they were supposed to be doing, he had looked down at her with those wonderful brown eyes and said in a soft husky voice, “Vivian?” She had nodded and as they kissed he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Their love making was incredible. Sometimes romantic, slow, and serious, other times much more unrestrained. At times Charlie would suddenly turn Vivian over his knee and spank her playfully. She always complained but never very convincingly, in fact she found it an incredible turn on. She was sure this was the man who was meant for her.

However, there was one contentious problem they faced; Charlie absolutely would not go out on a night when they had classes the next day. He was more than willing to come over and study with her or bring her to his apartment to study. But whenever she brought up meeting friends at a bar for a drink during the week, he always turned it down. “Viv, I know I have no right or authority to tell you what to do, but you are carrying a pretty heavy class load and I do believe you need your week nights for studying.” It was then that Vivian began her load of lies. She was constantly reassuring Charlie that she had no problem doing well on her tests and papers. To hear her talk she was getting As in all her classes with no trouble whatsoever. Now she always meant to do well and catch up on her class work but she also had lots of trouble turning down her friends when they all wanted to go out. Soon she was weaving a might big web of deception that included her uncle, Charlie, but most of all herself. She truly had convinced herself she could fix what she had done, but it was way too little, too late.

So now here she was faced with her deceit towards the man she was more in love with each and every day. She sighed and stood up, groaning at the stinging pain still on her bottom, especially now that it was covered in panties and jeans. But Charlie would be here soon and she went into the bathroom to fix her hair and put on some makeup. She also had no idea how she was going to tell him about this.

Jerry was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. His niece still had not come downstairs since he had spanked her and he had a feeling she was totally afraid of facing Charlie after all that had transpired this semester. But he had a feeling about Charlie and was pretty sure it was going to work out, maybe not exactly the way Vivian expected but probably the way she truly needed it to.

As he went to answer the door he called up the stairs, “Viv honey, Charlie is here, are you ok?”

A forlorn voice replied, “Yes Uncle J, I’ll be down in a minute.”

He sighed and went to answer the door. “Hi there Charlie, come on in.” The two men shook hands like the friends they were fast becoming.

Charlie’s smile faded as he looked at Jerry. “Hey you look a little down, is everything all right? Vivian isn’t sick or anything is she?” The instant concern for his niece drew a smile; Jerry liked this boy, well man, better every time he saw him.

“Well now Charlie, you are going to have to discuss that with Viv herself, she’ll be down in a minute.”

Suspicions began forming in Charlie’s mind; Jerry had never hedged on a question before. Something was definitely up. But his attention was diverted as Vivian came downstairs. He loved watching her whenever he could; she was so adorable and sweet. It may have taken Vivian awhile to be sure she was in love with him but it hadn’t taken Charlie any longer than that first date. And Lord it had been hard holding himself back, but he wanted her to be secure and feel safe with him at all times.

But now as he looked at her, he realized for the first time he could ever remember, she wasn’t smiling at the sight of him. Maybe she was breaking up with him…oh no, please don’t let it be that. When she got downstairs she hugged him hard and he felt the relief of knowing it certainly wasn’t a break up. What was going on?

“Charlie, I have something I have to tell you…no you stay Uncle J,” she noticed her uncle quietly trying to leave them alone.

Taking her hand he led her to the couch and sat down expecting Vivian to sit too. She hesitated, drew a breath, and sat down very, very slowly, easing her bottom onto the cushions. “Honey are you hurt, were you in an accident, all right one of you tell me what’s going on here.” Vivian looked at him in surprise; she had never heard an impatient tone in his voice.

“Charlie I have to tell you what happened before we go out, since you may not want to see me again after you hear what I have done”, her lip began quivering and her eyes filled with tears.

“What in the world are you talking about, nothing could ever make me feel that way about you Viv”, Charlie put two fingers under her chin and lifted it until they were eye to eye. “Just tell me what is going on. There isn’t anything you and I can’t work out together.”

At that the tears began to spill over her eyes and she began to unload the whole story. Going out when she should have been studying, not giving her classes the attention they needed even when she was at home supposedly studying. Charlie didn’t say a word, just sat and listened. She never exactly uttered the word lie but she finished with revealing what her grades were for the semester. When Charlie heard the F in Geology the silence was broken.

His voice was quiet but firm and his jaw was set very tight, “But Vivian you assured me that you were doing well, actually very well on all your tests and papers. How can this be?” Of course he already knew the answer to his own question but he wanted her to admit to what she had done.

Vivian hung her head in shame, “I lied to you. Oh God Charlie I lied all the time. I figured I would have time to fix things up, I never intended for it to get this bad. I was so, well, distracted by other things and Geology was so boring that I just figured I would make it up later. But later never came.”

She looked up to try and read his eyes, “If you don’t want to see me again I will understand, what I did, well, it’s….unforgivable.”

Charlie sighed and took her hand, “I love you Viv and between two people in love much can be forgiven. But you have made a considerable dent in my trust in what you say and that will take awhile to get past. Also we have some discussing to do in private.” He looked over at Jerry who was now absolutely sure about what an exceptional man Charlie was. “Jerry, if Vivian agrees I am taking her to my apartment and she is spending the night there. Are you alright with that?”

Jerry smiled, “Vivian is a grown woman, that is her decision to make, but I thank you for asking.”

Looking back at Vivian he started to ask her and stopped, “Wait a minute, what does this have to do with your being hurt? How did that happen?”

Vivian’s face turned beet red, “Well Uncle J was pretty upset about what happened and so he gave me a choice.”

“Go on”, Charlie urged not understanding what in the world she was talking about.

“Well my choice was to find a new place to live,” and the crying began again. Charlie rubbed her back. “Or I had to promise to start staying home and focusing on my schoolwork, tell you the truth about what I had done, and pay the consequences.”

The word consequences resonated with Charlie. “Go on Viv, what were those consequences?”

She looked pleadingly from her uncle to Charlie. This was so embarrassing, but there was no way out. She took a deep breath, “I had to accept a spanking from him. My uncle spanked me….hard.”

She was waiting for Charlie to laugh or smile or say something about twenty four year old woman getting spanked but all he said was, “Ah now I know why you are having trouble sitting. So Vivian, are you coming with me?”

Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes she answered hurriedly, “Oh yes of course, you are sure you still love me Charlie, what I did was awful.”

“Yes it was,” he said seriously, “But of course I still love you and we will discuss this at my apartment.” He helped her to her feet and gave her a brief hug.

Vivian went to grab her purse and Charlie shook hands with Jerry. Jerry spoke softly to him, “Do what you need to son but tread a little lightly, this is all brand new to her.”

Charlie looked at him first with surprise then with understanding. They spoke the same language. Vivian came up and kissed Jerry, “Good night Uncle J and oh I am sorry.”

He patted her hand, “Sweetie, you and I are just fine. You have a good night now.” He hugged his niece.

Charlie took her hand and they walked silently out to the car. He helped Vivian into the seat, giving her a moment to sit on her inflamed bottom and then he buckled the seat belt around her as if she were a child. He kissed her forehead and she looked up at him, “It will be alright Viv, you and I are going to make this alright.”

The rest of the ride was silent except for Vivian’s occasional sniffle or sob. They pulled up in front of Charlie’s apartment and she slowly got out of the car. Her bottom was still pretty sore from this afternoon’s activity. Charlie put his arm around her and led her to the door. As they went in he turned on the light and kissed her very softly. She leaned against him for a moment and then went to sit down on the couch.

Charlie took her hand, “No Viv I want you to go into the bedroom. Right now please,” She looked at him questioningly thinking they were going to talk things over but the look on Charlie’s face really wasn’t open to an appeal of his decision. “Just sit down on the bed and wait for me please.” She nodded and started down the hall to his bedroom.

Now Charlie was the one in turmoil, he was so sorry he had never brought this subject up with her before tonight but now there was no choice. Their relationship was at stake and this would be a definite turning point. Running his hands through his hair he made up his mind, as though there had ever been a question of what he would do.

He walked into his bedroom to find a very confused and sad girlfriend waiting for him. She needed reassurance he wasn’t just looking for a way to tell her goodbye. He sat down next to her and hugged her to him.

“Honey, what you did was very, very wrong. I am terribly disappointed that you lied to me. And not just once but over and over again. I should have said something before this because what you told me just never felt right. Believe me I will go with my gut from now on. I will never let it get this far again.

Vivian looked up at him, her eyes widened, “Oh no Charlie, I will never, ever do anything like this again, you can be sure of that.” Feeling the sting she was sitting on made her absolutely positive of what she was saying.

He hugged her once more. “I know you believe what you are saying, but you still have some consequence coming to you my dear.”

“What do you mean, good grief I have had enough consequences to last me forever. You have no idea how hard my uncle spanked me. Not that I didn’t deserve it but it stings like crazy.” Her hand unconsciously went to rub her backside.

Charlie nodded solemnly, “Yes your uncle took care of things between the two of you, but not between us.” He looked at her sweet face, took a breath and went on. “Now Vivian, you know I have spanked you in fun before. We both enjoyed it a lot. And I should have discussed this with you further before now but there is nothing I can do to change that.”

Vivian’s face got a very wary look to it. She didn’t like the sound of this at all. This was sounding way too much like Uncle J. Oh God he couldn’t mean what she thought he did.

“What we have never discussed is my belief in my role and your role in our relationship. I grew up in a household where spanking was a normal consequence. It was always done in a loving manner and then the matter was forgiven and never brought up again. Even though he did it privately, I know my dad spanked my mom. I believe in the way our household ran. We were loved and cared about. My mom and dad wanted to keep us safe and help us learn how to make smart decisions. Dad believed that he was Mom’s protector. I have never seen two people so much in love with each other as my parents. They never screamed or yelled at each other. As I grew older I learned to recognize the look that passed between them when Dad was warning her that she was stepping over the line. It didn’t happen often but it did happen. As I said it was always in private but I now understand what he was doing and why.”

“So Vivian, my love, I have to ask you if you can accept this part of me. Can you live in this kind of relationship? I love you dearly but I can’t do it any other way. I will never be a tyrant telling you what job you can or can’t have. I am not going to tell you what to read or not read. But we are going to set rules and if you break them I will spank you I do assure you of that. And since I know you already know how wrong it is to lie, especially to the man that loves and cares about you, if you agree to this I am also going to spank you tonight.” He stopped and looked at her waiting for a response.

Vivian felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water in her face. She was pretty much alright until the words, I am going to spank you tonight, were uttered. He had to be nuts to think she would let him spank her already throbbing backside. Why it was cruel to even think about it. She couldn’t believe it was Charlie, sweet, loving Charlie suggesting this. It was as if she didn’t know him at all.

Charlie’s face softened as he looked at her. His next words convinced her he was a mind reader. “No honey I am not being mean to you. It would be mean to let you go on feeling guilty about telling lies and deceiving me. I don’t want you ever to lie to me again Vivian. There can be nothing but total honesty between us. It’s the only way I can keep you safe. And if you accept this, there will be no changing your mind, no talking me out of a spanking. If I decide you get spanked that’s it.”

She couldn’t believe she uttered the next words, “I see and what if you do something wrong Charlie? What consequences exist in our relationship for you?”

A smile crossed Charlie’s lips. “Well as I see it that is a matter to be discussed. I am open minded about this. And if you think you want to discipline me it isn’t out of the question.”

Now she was totally confused. And she found she really didn’t want to discipline Charlie, at least not at this point. But she was beginning to accept the idea that she was going to accept his conditions for their relationship to continue. But oh God this was going to hurt. She spoke softly, “Alright Charlie, you are right, I feel so guilty I am choking on it.” Looking up, her eyes filled with tears, “And I do love you and everything about you. If you say it must be this way, well then I guess it’s the right thing to do. I know I didn’t want Uncle J to spank me but I felt better after he did, but couldn’t it wait for tomorrow? I am already so sore.”

Charlie shook his head, “No way young lady, this lesson has to be taught now. And you need to learn there will never be plea bargains or waiting periods unless I am really angry. I would never spank you in anger Vivian.” He caressed her face softly. He sat down on the bed next to her. “Please stand up Vivian, right here in front of me.”

She sighed now knowing this was going to be a ritual that would become familiar. The next words were a surprise.

“Take off your clothes. All of them.”

In a somewhat shocked state Vivian responded by starting to unbutton her jeans and pulling them down with her panties to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the clothes.

“Your shirt and bra too, right now, no nonsense.” His voice was very firm, and very insistent.

Her hands shook slightly but she did as she was told. Finally she stood before him. This was certainly not the first time Charlie had seen her nude but this was so very different. She felt so very vulnerable.

“Vivian do you understand what is going to happen and do you have anything to say about this?”

Good Lord she was beginning to feel like the condemned man being asked if he wanted a blindfold. But she drew a deep breath. “Yes I understand you are going to spank me, I totally understand. But Charlie I do want you to know I am very sorry for what I did, for deceiving you the way I did.” She hesitated, “But I also know I deserve this and I do know how much you care.” Then she realized the strangest thing was happening. Deep down inside her there was a spark of excitement. How weird was that? But she didn’t have much time to consider the ramifications.

Charlie gently took her hand and drew her over his knee. “Vivian we have talked this out and I believe you know why you are being spanked. I never want to have to deal with deception again. And believe me it will be awhile before I trust everything you say at face value.” He looked down and winced a bit when he saw how very red her bottom already was. She would certainly remember today and tonight.

Without further warning he began spanking Vivian with his hand, hard spanks moving from one side to the other. She immediately stiffened up and gasped, oh how it hurt on her already tender skin. Charlie was relentless and very thorough. Tears began to flow from her eyes and without realizing it her hand reached back to protect her skin. Charlie took her wrist in his other hand and held it, hardly missing a beat in the spanking.

“Oh God Charlie please stop, I promise never ever ……..Ohhhh this is way too much please.” It had not effect on Charlie whatsoever. However, he did begin speaking as he spanked.

“You are never to lie to me young lady (each word punctuated by his hand landing hard). I will expect everything you tell me to be the absolute truth. Is that understood?”

Vivian could barely squeal out, “Yes” through the tears and sobbing. But Charlie knew they needed one last step to make sure she totally understood the seriousness of this. He helped her up off his lap and stood next to her. As she watched he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of his jeans. Vivian stood there rubbing her bottom and stared in disbelief. He could not possibly be serious.

“Lie down on the bed Viv, on your stomach, let’s get this over with so I can take care of you.” He stood and waited giving her the time she needed, remembering her uncle’s words. She was probably in a little bit of shock after today’s events.

Vivian knew there were no arguing and no point to drawing it out. She wept quietly as she lay down as Charlie had asked. He knelt on one knee next to her and rubbed her back for a moment. Then he put his hand in the middle of her back and she heard the swish in the air before she felt the burning strike on her backside. There was no holding back the scream that came involuntarily. She couldn’t believe how bad it burned. Smoke had to be billowing off her bottom. Before she could think further she heard the swish and squeezed her eyes tight. Once again the strap landed right across her swollen, deep red skin. Again she screamed, the pain was so intense. She felt herself collapsing into the bed, crying and howling with each of the next eight strokes. Then it stopped. Vivian lay there limp and sobbing. She felt the weight of Charlie’s body next to her. He pulled her very close and stroked her hair. “Shhh baby, it’s all over now. You are forgiven and you know have to also forgive yourself.” He rubbed her back as he sobbed into his shoulder.

Vivian put her arms around him, “Oh God Charlie I am so sorry for what I did. I won’t lie to you ever again. Even if it means I know you are going to spank me, I won’t ever lie to you again.” She kissed him gently. He could taste the saltiness of her tears. “Thank you for loving me enough to do this. You and Uncle J are absolutely right; I am far too old to be acting this way. I worked too hard to throw it all away now.”

Charlie smiled down at her and got up off the bed. He opened his dresser drawer and got a bottle of lotion out. He lay down again next to her. As he poured lotion onto his hand she turned over remembering the afternoon spanking and Uncle J insisting she put lotion on her skin. His hand gently rubbed the lotion onto a very thoroughly spanked bottom.

Vivian hissed as his hand made contact. It hurt more than she could ever remember anything hurting. But as his hand rubbed that funny spark that had started before began to expand. Her bottom arched to his touch which gave him a great deal of satisfaction as well. His hand rubbed the lotion in gently but thoroughly. Then he turned Vivian on her side and kissed her long and deeply. “I do love you my dear, never doubt that. But I will do what I need to do to keep you safe and to be sure you are taking care of yourself as well.” He wiped away the remainder of tears from her eyes. “For now get under the covers.” She crawled up to the top of the bed and let Charlie help her slide down under the blanket and sheet. She lay carefully on her side making sure nothing came in contact with her fiery bottom. As she watched Charlie took his clothes off and shut off the light. He crawled in bed next to her pulling her close into his arms letting her feel how loved she was.

She rested her head on his chest and spoke softly, “Charlie this is weird but getting spanked like this, well it hurts like hell but it also….well it is also incredibly exciting too.”

Charlie laughed very softly into her hair, “Oh I already knew that about you sweetie, from the times I have spanked you for fun. It was just a matter of whether you could accept it as discipline too. But I promise you the fun spankings will always out number the ones for wrong doing. Well unless you turn into a really, really bad girl.”

Her response was immediate and vigorous, “Oh no, no way, in fact I doubt you will ever have to punish me again. Oh God did I ever learn my lesson.”

As he pulled her closer he knew she believed what she said but he seriously doubted that was the last time he would have to put on the strict demeanor and administer a serious spanking. But he sure hoped he was right that the fun would outweigh the others. He could feel her relaxing against his body and knew she was falling asleep. And he had better sleep too because he knew from experience she would more than likely wake up late needing to have him attend to another type of burning, one that he was experiencing as well.

She nodded off thinking to herself that her Uncle J was always right. This was what she had needed, and now she knew, wanted. Life was strange sometimes but also pretty wonderful. She reached back and touched her spanked bottom, but this time there was a smile on her face as she thought of Charlie. Hmm she wondered how he would react to being spanked. As she drifted off the smile remained as her thoughts became her dreams.

~~~oo0oo~~~

That was my favorite kind of story. I love the build up and anticipation. I love the caring and love that comes through. I find that I put myself right into a story of this type. So I want to thank Purple Angel for writing this one and sharing it with us. Purple Angel has a wonderful blog, Spankful Delight. She hasn't been posting much lately but go back and read some of her stories. They are all wonderful!

Always remember Fantasy Friday is opened to anyone and everyone who is willing to try their hand at a story. Send any story you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday, Long Overdue Accounting, part 2

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Long Overdue Accounting - Part 2

Vivian sat on the bed and thought carefully about her options. Her uncle had always been upfront about his belief that she needed to be spanked. Her parents had never believed in spanking and he respected their right to raise her anyway they saw fit and proper. She also knew her uncle loved her very much and for him to give her such an ultimatum meant he was at his wit’s end about how to help her out of this dilemma and make sure it never happened again.

But spanking? The idea seemed ridiculous but on some level a part of her wanted it. She shook her head, this was just too strange. Her options were clear, she either accepted her uncle’s terms or she had to find another place to live, which was not really an appealing idea at all. She loved living with Uncle J and she knew how much it meant to him.

So maybe the spanking thing wasn’t so bad. A few swats on her backside wouldn’t kill her after all. Lots of kids got spanked and they lived through it. His other demands also played on her mind. She knew she would be expected to really pay attention to her studies from now on, and she knew he would probably keep a closer eye. The worst part was she would have to tell Charlie and he would know she had lied to him easily and often. She sighed deeply, and didn’t feel very much like 24 at the moment. And it was at that exact moment that her decision was made.

Almost as if on cue there was a soft tap at her bedroom door. “Viv, are you ready to talk?”

She rubbed her hands together nervously, “Yes Uncle J come in, I am as ready as I will ever be. Her stomach fluttered and she gulped as the door opened. “Now Vivian” she scolded herself, “stop acting like a kid, just take this and get it over with.”

Her uncle came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He briefly rubbed her back, “So sweetie what have you decided.” He didn’t look angry or even upset, just concerned and loving.

She took a deep breath, “Ok Uncle J, we will do it your way. I agree to everything, but do you really have to...umm...spank me?” Her voice took on a much lower tone, “I promise I will do better and not mess up like this again. I really do feel badly about it already.”

There was a moment of silence and Uncle Jerry nodded silently, “Yes I know you do and that is one of the reasons you need this spanking my dear. I don’t want you feeling guilty and I want you to remember that there are consequences for behavior. This will help you remember to focus your attention. So Vivian stand up please right here in front of me.” Suddenly his voice had grown stern.

Vivian’s eyes widened but she did as she was told. It was then she saw what was in his right hand. It was an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. Panic flooded her as she realized maybe this was not going to be just a few swats on her backside. “Wwwwait Uncle J, what is that for? Surely you aren’t going to…?” Her voice died off as her uncle rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes, young lady, that is exactly what I am going to do. I know you have never been spanked but you have had one coming for a long time. I intend to do a thorough job. You know me well enough to know I would never, ever cause you injury, but spankings hurt, and believe me this one will be one you will remember. Otherwise there is no point in my doing it. Now Vivian, drop your jeans please.” He knew this would be difficult for her and was prepared to wait until she was able to do it on her own. The intent of this was not to put her into a panic or terrify her, but he did mean to teach her.

Now as far as Vivian was concerned things were getting a bit out of hand. Lower her jeans? In front of her uncle? And, oh my God, how much would that hairbrush hurt on just her panties. The few swats scenario was now long gone. She began to protest but her words died as she saw the determined look on her uncle’s face.

Her face colored bright red as she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Her blouse came down low enough to cover her panties so she felt like she had some dignity left…but not much.

Before she could get another thought together her uncle reached out and took her hand. “Viv, I want you to lay over my lap, I am not going to pull or yank you. You will do it on your own, but I can help guide you if you are nervous.”

Now along with her fluttering stomach, the lump in her throat came a dry mouth that could barely utter the whispered, “Yes.” She let her uncle guide her over his lap and there she was at 24 years old, over her uncle’s knee, with her pants down and her backside up in the air covered only by sheer white panties.

Uncle Jerry cleared his throat, “Young lady, in a moment I am going to give you a spanking you won’t soon forget. I am so disappointed in what you have done. Ignoring your studies, not paying attention, and not telling the truth. This is beneath you Vivian. You are a fine, intelligent young woman with no excuse for acting this way. Have you got anything to say about this?”

With eyes full of tears at her uncle’s words she blurted out, “Oh Uncle J I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to let you or myself down.”

Her uncle’s voice was soft, “Is this what you deserve Vivian?”

And she found herself feeling that she indeed did deserve this. She cried very softly, “Yes Uncle J it is, I know you wouldn’t do it unless I deserved it.”

Of course in the position she was in she could not see the loving smile on his face. But she could feel his hand pulling down her panties. No, no wait this could not be right. Her panicky voice squeaked out, “Nooo oh don’t do that. Not on my bare backside, oh no please.”

“Yes that is how it is done and will be done. Once you agreed Vivian you left things in my hands literally and figuratively. But I will give you one last chance to change your mind. I don’t want you to feel forced into this punishment.”

What kind of choice was this? Being spanked on her bare bottom or having to go apartment hunting. She resigned herself to her fate. “No I won’t change my mind but this is scary you know.” She could feel her body tremble slightly.

“I know it is and it should have been done long ago, so I think maybe we need to start now and get it over with.” With those words her uncle gripped her firmly around the waist and began to spank her bottom, with his hand, from one side to the other.

The spanks were hot stings, much more than the swats she had imagined she would get and on her bare skin they soon were really burning.

In between spanks her uncle spoke to her reminding her, “You are going to get your mind back on your studies young lady. No more parties unless work is finished.” Every two or three words was accompanied by a sharp spank that soon had her gasping. “And I don’t ever want to find out you have been at the bars when there is work to be done. Do you understand?”

By now Vivian’s legs kicked with each spank and ouches, ows, and yelps came out of her mouth unintentionally. “Yes I understand, I promise, no more goofing off, honest….”her voice rose at the end of the sentence. But her uncle wasn’t done.

“I know you believe what you say is true Vivian but I don’t think we are quite there yet.”

Tears were starting to slide down her face. Her uncle had been such a softy all her life whenever she cried, but obviously this was different. “Oh please Uncle J, it hurts so much, I really mean what I say.”

Her uncle gripped her waist a little more tightly and put one of his legs over both of hers. “I am going to make sure we don’t have to go through this again anytime soon. That is what the hairbrush is for. This hairbrush has spanked a number of badly behaved young ladies and usually has the effect of keeping this close in their memory.”

Without another word and before Vivian could protest, the hard wooden hairbrush landed across her bottom with a resounding smack. She could not hold back the howl that came out on its own.

The first smack was followed by a flurry of them, sometimes all in one place, sometimes from side to side. Her bottom felt like it was going up in flames.

“Oh God Uncle J, stop please, no more, I promise I will do as I should”, she sobbed out the words. As the spanking continued her hands covered her eyes and her body lay limp over her uncle’s lap. She sobbed like a little girl.

Then as quickly as it began, it ended. Her uncle turned her over and held her close. “There now sweetie, it’s all over. I forgive you and most importantly you can forgive yourself.” He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. She cried on his shoulder as she had as a young girl when she had hurt herself or been upset about something.

She gulped back her sobs, her bottom burned like fire. “I am so sorry Uncle J, and I love you. Thank you for letting me stay here after I messed up so badly.”

Her uncle looked at her solemnly, “Vivian, when I said you were forgiven, I meant it. This is over now. The only thing you have to deal with is not being honest with Charlie. That is for the two of you to hash out. But I do hope I don’t have to do this again.”

She shook her head slowly, “No you won’t, I promise to put the effort into my work that I should. I am far too old to be acting this way.” She stood up and reached for her panties. Suddenly she realized how exposed she was.

“Wait a minute sweetie; lay down on your bed for a second on your stomach.”

At the fearful look on her face he smiled reassuringly, “No it’s not more spanking but your bottom needs some TLC.” He took a bottle of aloe lotion off her dresser. I don’t want to embarrass you any further; the spanking did enough of that so you can put this on yourself if you would rather.”

Vivian nodded and took the bottle from him. He looked into her eyes. “You have always been my favorite Viv, which is why it hurts me so much when you hurt yourself. Do you understand?” He rubbed her back gently.

The tears started flowing again and this time he wiped them gently off her face. “Ok then sweetie, you put some lotion on. It won’t take the sting away but it will help your skin. Then when you are ready, you put yourself back together and come downstairs so we can talk about this a bit more.”

He left the room and Vivian started to pour some lotion into her hand. The first touch on her burning skin made her hiss through her teeth. Nothing had ever felt like this, but she also was not angry or upset. In fact she felt much better than she had since she had found out her grades earlier in the afternoon. And her uncle had forgiven her for such immature behavior. She closed her eyes and rubbed the lotion in gently. It did soothe the burn somewhat but oh how it stung.

When she finished she stood up and tugged her panties up over the very sore skin of her backside. But before pulling up her jeans, she decided she had to review the damages. She stood in front of the full length mirror inside her closet door and turned around. Looking back over her shoulder, she pulled down her panties. Her eyes opened wide. The skin was bright red with deeper red marks the shape of the brush on the middle of both sides. Uncle J had been very thorough. She pulled up her panties and jeans which now were extremely uncomfortable.

She stopped in the bathroom to rinse of her face and blow her nose. She was a mess. After her talk with her uncle she would definitely need some time to clean up before Charlie came over. Her hands flew to her face, Charlie, oh no she had promised her uncle to come clean about everything. And he was sure to notice she was sitting, well, a bit gingerly. What would he say about all this? Suddenly the feeling of dread was back. Could Charlie ever forgive her?

Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the conclusion of "Long Overdue Accounting"

Fantasy Friday, Long Overdue Accounting

Just a quick note before Fantasy Friday about my last post. For everyone who commented or emailed - thank you ! No one can fix the problem, I'm afraid there is just no real solution. I know many of us are in the same situation - different jobs perhaps, but basically the same problems. Having a place to rant about it and having support out here made me feel so much better. I may have the need to rant about it again from time to time so I don't explode at work and I appreciate you all giving me a safe, understanding place to do it. Now on to important things!


Finally Friday and we have all survived another week. This is another repost but it is one of my favorites. Let me tell you there is a really big treat for you this weekend! This is a three part story. But I will put it all up this weekend. I hope this one is going to keep you coming back.

Sit back and enjoy, this is a good one!

Long Overdue Accounting

Vivian walked glumly from Altgeld Hall to her car. It was a windy, cool evening in late spring but she hardly noticed the lovely scent of the air or the fresh breeze. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her.

Alright, truly “happened” to her was the wrong term, what she had allowed to happen was far more accurate. Although Vivian was 24 years old she was a freshman at the University. This past fall had been her first semester. She was so enthused about finally going to school after working full time since high school graduation to save up the money to at least get started. She knew she would have to take out loans as well but she also had help from a well loved source.

Her Uncle Jerry lived in the same Midwestern town that the University was located in. They had always been close throughout her childhood, even though Vivian’s family lived some distance away from him. Uncle Jerry and Aunt Carol had a special place in Vivian’s heart and she knew she did in theirs as well. When Aunt Carol had passed away five years ago she knew it left her uncle not only grieving but very lonely. She had made sure to keep in touch and visited him as often as she could. When Vivian had revealed to him her plans for school he enthusiastically offered her free housing. He certainly didn’t like rattling around his house alone and his favorite niece would be more than welcome.

She remembered the phone conversation vividly.

“Well I don’t know Uncle J, I mean I have never lived on a college campus, it might be fun. You know a new experience.”

“Oh yes I have no doubt it would be that for sure. But sweetie, you don’t need all that nonsense at your age. This is your shot at what you want and I will do all I can to help you. I think a quiet, peaceful place to live will make a world of difference. You can spend lots of time with the new friends you make, but I know you Viv and you will need to focus your attention to keep up with pace of college work. Remember your first year in high school.”

Vivian rolled her eyes as her uncle talked. Oh did she ever remember her freshman year. She had been so taken with the newness of the experience that her classes had taken a back seat to everything else. She had failed two classes that first year. Her parents were beside themselves with worry. They had sent her to summer school to make up the work and hired tutors to help with her studies. But she also remembered her uncle’s response to the situation. When she went there for a visit after summer session both he and Aunt Carol had sat her down for a talk.

The talk had been very stern, but as always kind and loving. They told her they were disappointed in the choices she had made. When she tried to explain that she just needed some extra help her uncle shook his head. “No way sweetie, you are as sharp as they coe. But you have always been easily distracted from your responsibilities and no one has ever taken the time to help you deal with that. You are the sweetest, most loving niece an aunt and uncle could want but you can be very undisciplined about your life. And I love your mom and dad dearly but, Vivian, they have gone too easy on you for too long. I suspect what you need is a long session over a knee with a hairbrush, but I am not your dad and I can’t take away his rights and responsibilities.”

She remembered crying at her uncle’s words and promising to do better. It was also shocking to hear he thought she should be spanked. She had never been spanked and she was way too old for it now. But a certain spark ignited in her mind that was always there from that point on.

And she certainly had done somewhat better once she had learned how to balance her social life and school; everything had worked out just fine. Unfortunately it had not worked out fine enough for her to get any scholarships or grants but her parents were pleased that she never failed another course. Deep down inside she knew that had she put more emphasis on courses and less on socializing her grades could have been top of the line, assuring she would get financial help for college.

But she was determined to go to school and her parents promised to help as much as possible. So Vivian had worked two jobs for the next six years getting the finances together. Both her parents and her aunt and uncle praised her hard work and determination.

And Uncle Jerry’s offer was more than kind and certainly would help with finances since he refused to hear anything about her paying rent, at least in money. He had, however, laid down some conditions. “You can help me out around the house, honey, which would be so appreciated. But Vivian I expect you to put the emphasis on your schoolwork. Your parents are investing money they have saved for a long time. You worked your butt off for six years and I don’t want to see that going down the drain. Is that clear?”

Vivian was more than a little surprised at her uncle’s stern tone. After all she was an adult, not a child any longer. But she had agreed to all his terms in a very subdued voice.

First semester had gone just great. Vivian loved the campus and the newness of the environment. Most of her classes were fine, nothing she couldn’t handle. The one math class she had, she worked as hard as possible. It was her most difficult subject. But she was rewarded with a B. All her grades had been A’s and B’s. It was a real toss up to decide who was more excited, her parents or her Uncle. He had hugged her hard, kissed the top of her head, “I knew you could do it sweetie, I knew it.” She basked in his praise.

Unfortunately second semester was not as successful as first semester. First of all, Vivian was developing new friendships. She spent lots of time at campus events and sometimes bar hopping, which she knew her uncle didn’t like. Her classes were ok except for one. She absolutely hated Geology. Why in the world she ever chose it was anyone’s guess. She remembered thinking she had to have another science course to meet her General Education requirements. She had shrugged and just picked it because it sounded less challenging than some of the others. But it turned out to be difficult and boring. She hated even looking at the textbook, much less reading it.

Vivian also started dating Charlie. They had met at the Student Union one day when it was really crowded and he asked if Vivian minded him sharing her table. One look at his smiling face and she hadn’t minded at all. Charlie was an older student too. He was 28 and in graduate school. They had started dating almost immediately and Vivian found herself more and more attracted to him with each date. What was even better was Uncle Jerry totally approved of him and even encouraged the relationship. The two of them got along as if they were old friends. And sometimes Vivian couldn’t help noticing how similar they were.

Charlie also kept at Vivian about her class work. Sometimes this got pretty annoying and so she easily lied, telling him she had aced papers and tests that she had gotten much lower grades on. But she figured it really was none of his business anyway. He also made sure the two of them only went out on the weekends so that she could study during the week. At times he came over to the house, but it was reserved for study dates and Charlie would not give in on that point at all.

And now this had happened. She got in her car and slumped down in the seat. She had just gotten a look at the posted grades. She had gotten one B, two C’s, and she had actually failed Geology. How would she ever explain this to her uncle and her parents, much less Charlie who had been led to believe all her classes were going so well? She laid her head on the steering wheel and let the tears drip down her face. She was so ashamed of what she had done. And now she would certainly have to take an extra summer session course which she was not looking forward too.

She sighed and started the car. She might as well get home and get the bad news over with. She could hardly stand the thought of her Uncle Jerry’s disappointment and disapproval. Her parents would once again be in a panic about how to help her and, worst of all, Charlie would know she had lied to him.

As Vivian pulled into the driveway, her uncle was sitting on the porch with a glass of ice tea. He smiled broadly and waved as she got out of the car, “Hi there sweetie, how was your day.” But his face changed to pure concern as he watched his niece drag her feet across the lawn to the porch. He could see she had been crying and was immediately concerned. “Vivian, what is it, are you hurt? What’s happened? Sit down here.”

Vivian dropped into one of the porch chairs and looked at her uncle with misery in her eyes. “Oh Uncle J, you won’t believe what’s happened. I don’t know how I let it get this far, I surely didn’t mean too. But my grades…..” and she burst into tears.

Her uncle let her cry for a few minutes, “Alright now Viv what about your grades?” I know you have been doing a lot of partying but I assumed you were staying on track. What’s happened?”

She poured out her story of how boring Geology was and how hard it had turned out to be. Finally she got to the point where she had to tell him the final fact. She hung her head in shame as she told him what her grades were. Especially the last one, the F in Geology.

Vivian expected a very stern lecture but instead she looked up to see her uncle with a calm, yet determined look on his face. “Sweetie, I want you to go up to your room, I will be there in a few minutes and we will discuss this.”

Now this was confusing, discuss what. There was nothing to discuss. She couldn’t undo what she had done. Nevertheless she looked at his face and decided not to argue the point. She went up to her room and sat on her bed with a forlorn expression on her face. She knew she also had a date with Charlie tonight and would have to tell him as well.

Soon there was a knock at her bedroom door and Uncle Jerry came in and sat down next to her on the bed. He gave her a hug which she returned. Then he sighed, “Vivian I have just talked to your dad. I told him what happened.” Vivian dropped her head in her hands and groaned. “Honey we both love you but we are very disappointed in what you have let happen.” She was about to protest that it was not her fault but her uncle held up his hand. “Don’t bother Vivian; be honest with yourself and me. You know you failed that class because you didn’t put the effort in and you were distracted with too much socializing. I had hoped Charlie would help you stay on track but I guess he didn’t know what was going on now did he?” Vivian shook her head as her cheeks flamed red. She could never hide a thing from her uncle, well at least not for long.

“I knew this semester was not going as well as the first but I figured you were an adult and could handle the responsibility. I should have kept a closer eye and it’s a shame I didn’t but what’s done is done. Now we have to deal with it. I told your dad what I intended to do and he reluctantly agreed. Of course you are the adult now and the final decision will be yours.”

Vivian was totally confused. “Are you kicking me out Uncle J?” There was a note of panic in her voice. She couldn’t believe he would do that.

“No sweetie I am not, but I am putting a condition on your staying here. First of all you come clean with Charlie, you have been lying to him all semester, secondly you will put your schoolwork first before you go out with friends, and the final condition is that you accept the consequences for what you have done.”

Her face mirrored her confusion. What consequences, the F was the consequence.

Uncle Jerry looked at her quite seriously, just as he had when she had failed those two high school courses. “Vivian the consequence I think you need and deserve is the spanking you have had coming to you for years now.” He sat and let the realization of what he had said sink in. The shock on his nieces face was evident. He knew it would be. But he also understood her very well. He believed this was the help she needed to get back on track.

Vivian gasped. This was an absolutely ridiculous idea. A grown woman being spanked by her uncle? What could he be thinking of? But at the same time she also had a deeper feeling inside of her. She knew she deserved something but was this it? She also knew her uncle loved her unreservedly and was trying to look out for her welfare. But still, spanking? “But Uncle J I have never been spanked, I mean I have been grounded and stuff like that but spanked, that’s for little kids.”

“No that is for anyone who deserves and needs it. And I am convinced you meet both of those qualifications. You wasted precious time and resources, took chances on losing this shot at school you worked so hard for. I want to be sure this doesn’t happen again. So Vivian the choice is yours. You either tell Charlie, live by the rules I set down, and accept this spanking or, honey, you will have to find a room or apartment. I can’t watch you fail and I can’t help if you don’t let me. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Just let me know and we’ll take it from there.” He gave Vivian a hug and left her sitting on the bed in her room.

Her mind was now in turmoil. A spanking? How could she submit to that? But she wondered why she was even considering it. She could have said no immediately. She had to make a decision and make it now. She knew Charlie was coming over tonight and if she agreed to all of this she would have to tell him the truth and he would probably find out what her Uncle had done. Oh what a mess she had made. She held her head in her hands and tried to think.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Come back tomorrow for the next part of the story!!!

Debbie Downer

I wasn't going to post this. I sent a more detailed version to some friends last night but since it seems so big in my life right now and my blog is about everything I thought I would post this abbreviated version. I found that just sharing with some folks last night really did make me feel better.

I feel down. It has nothing to do with Nick. We’re doing great. I’m very happy at home. I know most of my problem is my job. I used to love it so much. I still love teaching. I enjoy my students. I miss teaching the way it used to be. Back when I could teach, back when teachers could use ‘teachable moments’ for thing other than The Standard Course of Study, back when I was respected and valued as a professional. It’s all gone now.

I wrote a post at the beginning of the school year saying I was not going to let it get to me this year the way it did last year. And I’m trying so hard to fight it off. But it’s like working in the ocean and promising you won’t let it get you wet. I guess every profession is seeing something like this, more regulation and documentation than productive work. I sometimes wonder how well my students might do, how much progress they could make if all my time and energy could go into teaching them.

I feel like most of my energy is going into attending meetings – meetings where teachers (who no longer want to be in the classroom teaching) are telling me how to teach. They are telling me how I’m going to be evaluated. They are telling me that I have to document everything I do or say. And they are making me feel as if I am incapable of doing the job I’ve done for 20 years. You can’t see a career you love completely change without feeling very, very sad.

I try to leave all this at school. I really do and I resent it crowding over into my real life. My real life is the best it’s ever been and that’s what I want to think about at home. I’m trying – I’m going to keep trying but when I do seem out of it and quiet, you’ll know where my mind is.

Friday Afternoon

Friday is the day I weigh in. I had worked hard at the gym and I had worked pretty hard at not eating to so I had high hoped that I would have some loss. Didn’t happen. I was up 2 tenths of a pound. Now Nick is probably more realistic about weight gain than I am, so as screwy as our scales are he gave me a pass. But he did make a comment that I need to lose this week – I don’t want to have to be in bed by 11:30!

But Friday afternoon was pretty good. Mollie was babysitting. I usually feel like I’ve made a great escape by the time I get home on Friday afternoon so I usually unwind on the computer. After relaxing a while Nick asked me if I had plans for the next hour or so, I didn’t.

The first thing he did was hand me my blindfold and ask me to put it on. When I did he helped me to my feet and undressed me right in the living room. It was a little on the cool side – we haven’t turned the heat on yet. But he took me for a nice hot shower for two and that felt wonderful!

Next he gave me a full body massage. Carefully covering parts of me with towels to make sure I didn’t get cold. Oh boy, it felt good. But while I was all mellow – that was when he brought out our new toy and had one issue he wanted to discuss with me.

This is the new toy I ordered. I kept hearing everyone talking about the dogging bat and I just wanted to try one. I really like it! I did tell Nick we won’t be calling it by its other name, the Pig Slapper – just don’t want to go there! LOL!

The issue he wanted to discuss was that I got in bed 10 minutes late Thursday night, 10 lousy minutes. I had gotten there on time for 6 nights. I thought he was asleep when I got in bed but apparently he pays more attention than I thought. Anyway he was in a good mood but I did get my butt spanked for being late that one time.

After that he was back to more rubbing and massaging. I was feeling great and then he decided to shave me. I love that! I had never shaved the kitty until I came out to Nick. But the more we read about it the more we had wanted try it. So we tried it for the first time several years ago and I like to stay shaved. I have never shaved myself thought – that’s Nick’s job.

The afternoon continues in a lovely fashion. Toys, vibrators, kissing, touching, loving… I can’t give you all the details but I can tell you that before the afternoon was over I was asking Nick if we could turn the A/C back on!!

I still have lots on my mind but this is a busy week. Hope to be back before Fantasy Friday. We'll see.

Thoughts on dominance and submission

My computer troubles continue. I'm on Nick's now. I can't get the cord to stay in to keep mine charged. Grrrrrrrrr... I am planning on getting another one soon. CeeCi did some research for me and tells me Windows 7 is coming out on October 22 so I think I will at least hold out until then. That is if Nick will continue to share with me.

Now for my thoughts...

I’m not submissive. I never have been. That’s okay Nick never wanted me to be. I thought I was/wanted to be submissive. I grew up on that fantasy. Cassie’s Tom was my dream man. But that is were it all needs to stay in my dreams/fantasy. Nick is real life and he is exactly what I need.

I spent the first few years after I came out hoping, wishing, and waiting for us to begin DD relationship. But it just didn’t ever seem to happen. Nick is the very best at fun, erotic spanking but the discipline that I always dreamed about just never really materialized. He has come close at times, at least with the whole get healthier life style and for a few other important things. But he is never going to be the kind of husband to ‘punish’ me for anything.

Like I’ve said before I don’t do much to be ‘punished’ for. I don’t act bitchy and fight with him, I don’t over spend, I don’t … hmmm… what do wives get spanked for in real life? Well, what ever these things are, I must not do them. It may not sound exciting but we are as comfortable together as an old pair of shoes. And the things I do that might bug someone else just don’t bother Nick.

Many times I’ve asked for discipline and he has made a half hearted effort. It annoys him when I leave a pile of clothes at the end of the bed. He doesn’t like it when I leave my socks by my chair instead of taking them back to the laundry. And he doesn’t like it when I leave my laundry sitting around for day instead of putting it away. Sometimes he would mention it and occasionally he would even spank me for it but I knew he was never really serious.

So while I knew these little things bothered him I also knew he wasn’t going to “do” anything about it so after a day or two of trying to keep on top of these things I eventually blew it off. It was something Kaylynn said to me in an email that really got me thinking. She said “You aren’t doing these things because he’ll spank you if you don’t; you’re doing them to show him that you love him and respect him.”

Wow…

I think that comment made this life style more realistic than anything else I had heard out here. I’ve been doing better on all theses things. Nick may not ever have noticed yet but I’ve really been trying.

I'm still thinking about all this so I will continue my rambling thoughts later this week if the computer situation works out. Nick and I also had a wonderful Friday afternoon that I would like to tell you about. In fact now that my computer is shot I suddenly have many, many post I can think of to write. Go figure!

Fantasy Friday, I said you'd be sorry...

Happy Friday! I am enjoying this wonderful first weekend of Fall! There is no nicer or prettier time around here. In addition to the great weather news I am happy to tell you that we have a brand new Fantasy Friday today! I am so happy that people are still writing. Now let's get this weekend started off right. Please enjoy...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~~~oo0oo~~~

This wonderful little story was written by one of our favorite blogger - Ronnie, of Heart and Soul. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. Thanks Ronnie for helping keep Fantasy Friday going.

And come on everyone! There have been very few new stories lately, break down, give it a try. You know you want to!! So start writing and send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com