by Maggie Ryan
She flushed but again gave a small nod.
“I need to hear you answer, sweetheart,” Gabe reminded her.
She hesitated and realized how difficult it was to participate. He always talked to her before any discipline and always made her actively participate in the discussion. She’d much rather he just got on with it. She’d rather be spanked now instead of having to stand before him feeling guilty while they discussed her crimes.
“Be - because I didn’t learn the last time?” she offered.
“That’s right,” he said with a small nod. “Spankings are meant to teach you not to repeat an offense. If it takes more than one, then the next is both longer and harder.”
He watched her swallow hard and saw the first sheen of tears begin to fill her eyes. She remained still, accepting his dominance as well as his authority. He was very proud of her. “I haven’t had a chance to get implements for you, Jo. We know your hairbrush won’t work. Do you have a paddle or a wooden kitchen spoon?”
Her heart thudded at his question. She had instantly pictured the paddle used on Amber and understood she would again soon have one meant especially for her bottom. She tore her mind away from that thought.
“I think I have a couple of spoons,” she managed to answer after swallowing around the large lump that was forming in her throat.
Gabe remembered the heavy, wooden hairbrush he had purchased for her years ago and smiled. The backside of a hairbrush made a very satisfying smack on a bare bottom and was extremely effective when used for spanking. Joanna would be reminded that she was required to keep both the brush as well as a paddle in her possession at all times in case either was needed. He knew that every tent at the camp held both. He looked up at the beautiful woman.
“Good, please bring me the spoons,” he ordered firmly.
She gulped but nodded. He watched as she slowly walked into the kitchen. He knew she was in no particular hurry to bring him the requested implements. He heard a drawer open and close and then nothing for a few minutes. He could easily picture her standing in the kitchen, looking at the implements she had been asked to bring him and attempting to prepare herself for the discipline she had earned. He knew she was remembering the countless times before when she had been in trouble. It might have been years ago, but Gabe knew her memories of being across his lap were quickly becoming her new reality. Despite the complexity of a relationship, this was pretty simple. Punishments were exactly that, punishments. Spankings hurt but both had accepted that they were necessary in their lives. She was preparing to give him the gift of her submission and he was humbled by that fact. Gabe then heard her soft footsteps returning to him. He loved her willing submission to his authority and would never take advantage or disabuse her of that trust. She stepped back between his knees and held out two spoons as well as a small wooden paddle she used to remove loaves of bread from the oven.
He took the first spoon from her hand. It was short with a thick bowl that had several holes. It was obviously used to drain liquid. He knew the holes would truly smart against her bottom and quite possibly leave blisters.
“This is too stern for this spanking, honey,” Gabe said turning the spoon over in his huge hand. “I don’t want you to swear but I also don’t want to blister you.”
He saw her relax slightly and warned her. “However, if you swear again, you will know what spoon I want you to bring to me and ask to be spanked with.” Her eyes grew huge with the warning but she automatically nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Gabe put the spoon down onto the floor and took the paddle from her. It was much lighter than the one he had given her years ago that had her name engraved on the handle. It would definitely get his point across. He kept it in his hand and reached for the second spoon. It had a long handle and the bowl was a solid piece of wood. It would also do very nicely.
“These will do the job,” he informed her as he ignored her quick gasp. She looked surprised, obviously thinking he would only choose one to use on her bottom. “We’ll start with the paddle for most of your misbehavior and finish with the spoon for your third reminder not to let a curse word pass your lips.”
She gulped but nodded, her eyes glued to the items she used almost every day in her cooking. Never had she imagined they would be used on her bare bottom by the man who had introduced her to domestic discipline.
Gabe gave her a moment to adjust to the idea and then asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded even as she felt a tear slide down her cheek. She brushed it aside as if angry at herself for her weakness. She took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. May I have a - I mean, my spanking, Sir?”
Gabe was enormously pleased. “Yes, honey, you may. Before we start, turn around and bend over. Put your hands flat on the floor.”
Joanna hesitated only a moment before obeying.
Gabe watched as she bent over and made a mental note. “Good, now go on and squat for me.” Confused, Joanna did as she had been told. “Okay, you may stand up and face me.” She did so, her eyes showing her confusion. He hadn’t so much as swatted her bottom in either of the positions.
His next words caused her breath to hitch in her chest. “I now know exactly how high up your shorts ride up when you bend or squat. I know exactly how far down I can spank the backs of your thighs and still maintain your modesty when you work.” She flushed imagining her spankings being obvious to any who looked at her from behind and was very grateful he was being considerate.
“Thank you, Gabriel,” she said, her voice soft but steady.
“You are welcome, sweetheart. However, if I find the need to discipline you again for swearing, you’ll need to take your long pants out of storage, as your legs will be spanked thoroughly. Understand?” he warned.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered and knew it was time.
Gabe laid the two implements on the cushion beside him. He looked up at the love of his life and ordered, “Lower your shorts to your knees.” She closed her eyes for only a moment and then unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them to her knees. She immediately felt more exposed than the first time. Gabe brought her to stand at his side and then guided her down across his lap.
“Hands above your head, Jo. Tuck them into the cushion. You are not to reach back. I do not want to harm your fingers,” Gabe instructed her.
She felt his words flow through her as a wave of calm washed over her. She knew she was about to be in a world of hurt but also knew he would keep her safe from true harm. She put her hands above her head, tucking them into the edge where the cushion met the frame.
“Good girl,” Gabe said as he patted her bottom that was now centered on his lap. He could see her legs tremble just a bit as they rested on the cushions behind her. He ran one hand down her thigh. “Relax, Jo. You are safe, sweetheart.”
His voice and the gentle stroke of his hand reassured her. She knew this position would allow him to spank her long and hard without her becoming uncomfortable, well, except for her bottom, of course. She felt his hand stroke once more over her thigh before settling on her bottom.
Gabe’s voice filled the room as he explained what was to happen. “After your warm–up, I will lower your panties and give you a hard paddling. Your paddling will be followed by several rounds with the spoon. Perhaps that will teach you that swearing is not acceptable behavior. Do you understand?”
Her blood was pounding through her veins, and her face flushed at her position and with the fear of what was coming. No matter how much she and Gabe had played with each other when they were either at home or at the club, she could never think of that pain as spanking for punishment. Though both activities involved various implements being applied quite long and hard to her bottom, legs and elsewhere, her mind–set was that play was play, and that discipline was punishment. She knew he wouldn’t truly harm her but was positive the spankings would hurt her.
“Yes, Sir. I’m really sorry, Gabe,” she said so softly it was difficult to hear her
. Gabe knew she was. Every woman was sorry when put over a lap, bottom positioned for a punishment spanking. Soon, he would reintroduce the erotic, sexy spankings they had both loved, but this wasn’t that day.
“I know you are, sweetheart,” he acknowledged. “I’m sorry as well. I’d much rather be making love to you but will never fail to take you in hand.”
Her stomach fluttered and her sex clenched at his words. She would much rather have been making love as well.
He lifted his hand to begin and was surprised when she spoke, “I know you won’t, Gabe. I don’t expect you to let me get away with being bad.”
Gabe returned his hand to rest on her bottom. He was truly touched by her words. “You are not ‘bad’, Jo. You were just naughty. Don’t ever think of yourself as bad in any way. I wouldn’t fall in love with a bad person, but I have fallen in love with a naughty little girl.”
She smiled and her heart surged at his words. They remained still for another moment but when she felt his hand lift again, she knew he was through talking.
The warm–up spanking soon had her churning over his knees. She found it much harder to stay still in this position as the support of the couch allowed her to roll and twist without fear of falling off his lap. Gabe had to remind her to keep her legs down and still. She wasn’t sobbing yet though her tears were threatening. She thought that after last night and this morning, she had remembered how being spanked felt. It became clear that she hadn’t. Gabe obviously intended this session to stay with her for quite some time.
He covered every inch of her panty–clad bottom with his hand. He loved her panties. They were a perfect match to the bra she had left in his truck. He hoped she would always wear such gorgeous, sexy lingerie. When he ordered her to lift, she hesitated only a moment and then obeyed. He slowly pulled her panties down to where her shorts lay. He could easily see the gusset of her panties and that they were wet. He stifled the moan that rose in his throat. He knew she’d feel his cock stiffening in his jeans but that couldn’t be helped. Her bottom was just beginning to color. Her cheeks were a pretty pink but would soon be a deep red. He traced the very sensitive area under the curve of her bottom with the tip of his finger.
Joanna could not control the involuntary shiver that his touch caused. She felt her stomach flip even as her bottom clenched in anticipation. Bare bottom spankings were a hundred times more intense than those given over even the thinnest of panties. Removing that single layer of protection caused an even deeper slide into submission.
“You are doing well, Joanna. Are you ready for me to continue?” he asked as he looked towards her face. She had her cheek pressed to the cushion, her eyes shimmering with as yet unshed tears. His heart thudded as she briefly shut her eyes and then opened them and nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” were the only two words she managed to say. She felt a sense of peace wash over her. This man whom she had lost five years ago, was the only man in her world. She hated disappointing him and her emotions were roiling through her. The first tear escaped.
Gabe gently traced the tear as it slid down her cheek and then moved that hand once again to rest on the small of her back. Joanna’s eyes shut again as she felt his hand rub once more over her bottom that already was stinging and about to burn even hotter.
Gabe returned to his duty. His hand covered the same area it had before, this time the smacks sounded even sharper in the air.
She moaned and twisted on his lap and then finally she broke into tears. Her bottom was burning already and she had yet to feel either the paddle or the spoon. Gabe made sure the hand spanking was long enough to get her attention and thoroughly warm her bottom before he picked up the paddle.
The first crack of it across her bottom caused Joanna to arch her head and beg, “Oh - oh, please, Sir! Ow! I’m sorry!”
Gabe continued to paddle her bottom with crisp fast swats from the innocent kitchen paddle. Joanna’s legs began to kick up towards her rapidly reddening bottom.
“Keep your legs down, Joanna. You’ve earned a good hard paddling and I am going to see that you get one.” Gabe’s voice was stern but calm.
Joanna forced herself to lower her legs, her grip on the cushion under her head tightening until her knuckles were white. “It hurts! It hurts!” she sobbed and then wailed as the paddle continued its rapid fire cadence across her bottom.
“Of course it hurts. It’s a paddling, young lady,” Gabe pointed out unnecessarily.
Joanna buried her face in the cushion and tried to hold on as he stoked the fire in her bottom to a higher level. She was shuddering and sobbing hard by the time the paddle stopped its punishment. She felt Gabe’s hand gently rubbing her bottom as she calmed down from the paddling. She took several deep breaths and relaxed a little until she saw him reach down and pick up the spoon off the cushion beside him. Her heart stuttered. She had forgotten he had chosen two implements.
“Please! Please, Gabe. Don’t spank me anymore. I won’t cuss again, I promise. I don’t need another sp - spanking. Please!” she begged even as Gabe ran the smooth backside of the spoon over her cheeks. He knew she must think her bottom was crimson. It wasn’t. Her cheeks were a nice even red but far from the color he intended.
“I believe that is the same promise you gave me just a few hours ago, Jo,” Gabe said, the spoon continuing to run across her skin. “You obviously didn’t mean it and I am going to give you a much needed lesson.”
She felt the spoon lift from her bottom. “No! I swear I mean it this time. Please, please don’t do this. It - it’s going to hurt!” she cried.
“Yes, ma’am, it is,” Gabe acknowledged. Those were the last words he spoke before the spoon cracked against her bottom.
Joanna’s mouth opened in shock at the immediate flare of pain. She didn’t have time to cry out before another pop landed. God, how could she have forgotten that Gabe was intensely serious and unerringly thorough when he felt she had truly earned a lesson? She had also forgotten how much a spanking with a wooden spoon hurt! She arched her back and one hand flew back to cover her aching bottom.
Gabe gave a sharp command. “Get that hand down, young lady!”
When she didn’t immediately obey, she learned that there were worse places to feel a wooden spoon. Gabe cracked it hard and fast once on the back of each of her thighs. Joanna screeched and her hand flew back to grab the cushion’s edge.
Gabe didn’t praise her. She hadn’t obeyed him in keeping her hands off her bottom in the first place. The spoon returned to her bottom and the room was soon filled with its crack and her answering sobs. Gabe spanked her long and hard but knew she had no idea exactly how lenient he was being. If she had to go across his lap again for swearing, she wouldn’t be let up until her bottom was scarlet.
Joanna was only concerned about her current spanking, as she had no plan on ever being naughty again. She sobbed and begged and promised anything to have him stop. Gabe ignored her and only stopped after her bottom and a small area of both her thighs were well roasted. He laid the spoon down across her bottom and allowed her to cry. Her bottom was red and hot but he knew it would return to its flawless condition by morning. No one would be able to look at her and tell she’d received a spanking, but he was sure she’d feel the effects for at least several hours.
It took several minutes before she realized it was over. She was soon sniffling and wiping her tears off her face with her hand. She felt him move and then guide her to stand up. She was trembling as she was once again guided between his legs, her hands fluttering beside her. He knew she wanted desperately to clutch her bottom and attempt to rub away the heat of her spanking. She looked so contrite that he almost allowed her to forego the second part of her punishment. However, he knew that she remembered the rules and he had no intention of changing them.
“Go to the corner, Jo. Nose to the wall and keep that red bottom pushed out and displayed properly. Think about your behavior during your quiet time,” Gabe instructed as he took her hands into h
is. “Keep your hands away from your bottom, little girl. If you rub, I’ll have to freshen your spanking.”
She gave a short wail at his words and wanted nothing more than to crawl onto his lap. Instead, he turned her gently towards the wall and gave her bottom a smack. She yelped as if he had taken a cane to her and then rushed as quickly as she could to the corner. Once she was in position, Gabe stood and returned the implements to the kitchen. He sat on the sofa and simply looked at the love of his life. She was the picture of contrition, her hands on her head, her bottom red and displayed with her shorts at her knees. He knew he’d keep her in the corner until she had cried herself out and had moved from the pain of her spanking to thinking about the behavior that had earned that spanking. Joanna was in the corner for almost a half–hour before Gabe decided she was in the proper mind–set.
“You may come out of your corner,” he said quietly.
She turned and rushed to him, though her gait was awkward. He noticed she didn’t attempt to cover herself. Memories of expected behavior were becoming more vivid each time he had to punish her. She would have thrown herself down onto him if he hadn’t reached out and grabbed her. She blushed as he smiled up at her. Her face grew redder as he reached down and slowly pulled up her panties and then her shorts. She was quivering as he zipped them and snapped the closure. Once she was dressed, he pulled her down onto his lap. She immediately buried her head under his chin, her hands clutching at his shirt. Gabe wrapped his arms around her and they sat quietly together. Another fifteen minutes passed before he spoke.
“You did well, Jo. I hope I don’t have to repeat the lesson. The next time you’ll discover I remember exactly how to wash dirty words from you.”
She immediately turned scarlet and squirmed on his lap. Gabe lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. He paused and said, “From both ends, young lady. Do you remember?”
She definitely didn’t want to answer much less talk about such horribly embarrassing rituals. However, she also didn’t want another spanking. She managed to answer, “Yes, Sir. I remember.”