Adjusting Addie

by RJ Gray

  "I am. I am going to spank your bare butt with the spoon for endangering yourself. After, I am going to finish off your spanking by reinforcing my displeasure with you, using my belt. You can take it; you will take it, and you will go get the spoon. Safety is not something I play with. I told you, it is a rule that, when it is broken, is the most severely punished. Now, if I have to tell you again, I will add ten swats," Brad said.

  Addie could tell Brad was serious, and she went to the kitchen on leaded feet. She opened the drawer and saw several normal kitchen spoons. Then she saw the one he had to be talking about. It was a darker mahogany and was heavy in the hand. Her eyes widened when she picked it up. She knew by looking at it that it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. She turned and slowly walked to Brad and put it in his waiting palm. Once again, he placed her to where she was standing between his knees.

  "Ready to get this over with?" Brad asked.

  Addie recognized the tone. It was the tone of the disciplinarian Brad, the dominant Brad. He steeled himself against the job that needed to be done, and Addie knew nothing would sway him. He took this—both her, and their relationship—very seriously. She felt a sticky moisture pool between her legs. What a contradiction her body was. The anticipation of the discipline mixed with the sexual tension thickened the air.

  "Yes, Sir," Addie said bravely.

  "Good girl." Brad reached over, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down.

  Addie stepped out of them. She was anxious and self-conscious. They had kissed many times, cuddled together on the couch watching movies and had done some light touching, but they hadn't seen each other naked yet. She was wishing he was going to see her bare for the first time in a more mutually beneficial way. He pulled her across his muscular left thigh, and Addie rested her upper body on the couch and laid her head in her crossed arms. Brad raised his arm and started swatting Addie's panty covered behind. After a few minutes of his continuous thumping, Addie was squirming and trying her hardest not to scream as his palm punished her butt. One swat after another landed, and Brad wasn't holding back. She had read about warmups in her spanking books, but she didn't think Brad knew the meaning of the word. Each swat that fell, from the very first one, hurt!

  Brad felt the warmth of Addie's behind through her underwear and figured her warmup was done. He reached over and pulled her underwear down, and Addie gasped when his palm rested on her bare butt.

  "Now that we are warmed up…"

  "Warmed up?" Addie shouted. "That's one hell of a warm up!"

  Brad chuckled to himself but rewarded her outburst with several hard swats to her sit spot. He then continued the spanking with a quick and steady tempo. Swat! Swat! His hand fell twice in the same spot on the left cheek and then the right. Over and over again, two swats in each spot before moving to another. He peppered her cheeks high and low, leaving none of her butt untouched. Once Addie started actively squirming, and her little kicks started, she felt Brad increase the tempo.

  "Ouch! Owie! That really hurts!"

  "Good," Brad answered. "I hope it hurts. Wouldn't do much good to tickle, now, would it?"

  Addie felt his palm slam into the tender skin of her upper thigh right below her sit spot. "Please!" she gasped. "I'm sorry!"

  Brad ignored her cries and kept slapping. The top of Addie's thighs was super tender, and she didn't think she could handle another swat. Brad was going to make sure that she was red from the top of her butt to the bottom of her ankles! She just knew it!

  "Are you going to forget your phone, anytime soon?" Brad asked, punctuating every word with a hard swat on her thighs.

  "No, Sir!" Addie gasped out.

  "You're damn right," Brad said, moving his hand back up to her bottom and swatting hard. "You are going to text me once an hour, unless you are in court or a meeting, for the next month. You can set an alarm on your phone to make sure of it! You will text me every time you leave somewhere, as well, to make sure you have your phone with you. Maybe, if I get you into the habit of checking that you have your phone, you won't leave it lying around everywhere. Do you understand me, young lady?" Brad lectured, never pausing the swatting.

  Addie tried to focus on his words, even as his hands landed like paddles on her skin. "Yes, Sir!"

  "Tell me what you are going to do," Brad said as he kept hitting.

  "I'm going to text you every hour I am awake for the next month and every time I leave somewhere," Addie said through gasps. "Please, Brad! It really hurts! I won't forget my phone again! Please!"

  "Yes, you are," Brad said, ignoring her pleas. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard. "Do you know how many days it takes to create a habit, Addie girl?" he asked, finally pausing in his swats.

  "No!" she gasped out. If she were to be honest, she really didn't care. She wasn't going to tell him that, though.

  "Scientists are saying it takes sixty-six days; they used to say that it took twenty-one. I'm going to make it an even thirty for you, and then we will reevaluate. After thirty days, if you think you have learned to keep an eye on your phone, I'll stop making you text me so much. Now, how many days are in a month, Addie?"

  "Thirty, Sir." She was glad he couldn't see her face; she couldn't help but roll her eyes at that question. He knew dang well how many days were in a month.

  "You will count these swats. I want you to say, "One, I will not forget my phone, Sir," Brad said as he raised his hand and brought it down on her butt, even harder than he had before. Addie now understood the reason for the question, Brad never did anything without a reason.

  "One, I will not forget my phone, Sir," Addie parroted as Brad swatted. Over and over, his hard hand hit her butt. He might as well have had a wooden hand, for how much it hurt.

  "Twenty-nine," she gasped. "I will not forget my phone, Sir" Brad laid the last swat, right where her bottom and her leg met, on her right side.

  Addie couldn't help it; she reared the top of her body up, pushing off of the couch.

  "Addie…" Brad warned, waiting for the count.

  "Thirty! I will not forget my phone, Sir," she said before collapsing back onto the couch. She hadn't cried a single tear. Her pain tolerance was pretty high.

  Brad shook his hands out and opened and closed them before reaching for the spoon. Addie lay there, quietly calming her breathing. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. It hurt so much. It was tender and sore. She wasn't sure she would be able to take any more. She couldn't believe she had desired this.

  Brad rubbed her back gently for a minute before resting his palm on her warm butt. "I can't tell you the amount of fear that went through my body when I read the text from Amy," Brad told her. "I love you, Addie girl. I love your personality, your spunk and your spark. I will never do anything to dim or to alter those. I will, however, help you to be more responsible and safe. I love you, and I know we will have an amazing future together, but your destructive and reckless behaviors have to be reined in. If anything happened to you, especially if it was preventable, it would break me."

  Addie felt the cold wood rest on her hot behind. She tensed up in anticipation.

  "There is one thing that I will never, and I mean, absolutely never, allow. That is safety violations. You will be punished severely, every time you put yourself into danger, and I mean every time, Addisyn. Coming up to you at the park and hearing what that bastard was saying, I could tell immediately something was wrong, something was off. Knowing that he is a violent criminal and that you broke protocol and put yourself and little Lindsey into a reckless situation…"

  Brad caught his breath, and Addie could hear the emotion in his voice when he continued; it flooded her with guilt.

  "It is completely unacceptable. I'm going to impress how unacceptable that is to me on your behind, and next time, I hope you think twice before making a decision that jeopardizes the safety of the woman I love dearly. When I am done spanking you with the spoon, you will bend over the arm of the chair and receive ten lashes from my belt.
After, we will put this entire thing behind us. Do you understand me, Addisyn? Do not ever make me do this again."

  "Yes, Sir," she stuttered out, her voice catching from emotion. No one ever cared for her enough to hold her accountable for her actions before. No one had ever really disciplined her. She had been free to do what she wanted as a child. Addie had grown up bouncing around foster care. Love, accountability and discipline weren't things she was overly familiar with.

  The spoon fell and landed with a loud crack on her butt. Addie reared up, and Brad quickly pushed her back down. His warm left hand remained resting on the cold of her back, holding her into position, as he raised his right hand high in the air before allowing the spoon to come down again onto her already reddened behind. He lifted the spoon again and again, landing it in a steady but firm tempo on both cheeks. Addie never felt pain like that before and found her shrieks and cries coming as steadily as the swats. Crack! Crack! Crack! Over and over again, the spoon rose and fell. It was a different type of feeling from his hand. The spoon was a hard, unyielding implement. It's impact surface was smaller, but the pain was much deeper. It felt like it was digging down into the very muscle of her butt.

  Addie didn't know how much she needed the spanking. As each swat fell, she slowly gave over to it—the rhythm and the pain, the lack of control, the unwinding of the knots in her stomach, knots she forgot were there. The spanking hurt; it really hurt. Each swat that fell was another burning sensation. The sound of the swats didn't just resound in the room but also deep within Addie. She was able to release all the pent-up emotion, lying there over Brad's lap, by allowing her capable man to take charge of the situation and of her behavior. She felt safe, and she felt loved. There was a sense of calmness that fell over her with that realization. Her bottom was being set off like firecrackers on the Fourth of July, but she was calm in the knowledge that she was safe and he would never do anything to cause true harm to her person.

  Crack! Crack! The spoon fell again, and it cut through the walls Addie had built up. She knew she was holding on to so much guilt. She felt horrible for breaking the rules at work; she felt so incredibly torn up over putting Lindsey in danger, and she felt conflicted over what to do with the information that Lindsey had told her and the things that her father had said to her during the visit. Addie was a volcano of emotions desperately needing a release.

  The spoon moved lower to Addie's tender sit spot. She couldn't help herself; she started kicking her legs.

  Brad must have anticipated the move as he brought his right leg over both of hers. This tilted her body forward more, and Addie felt her bottom rise more in the air. He raised and lowered the spoon with a resounding crack, first on the left and then on the right.

  Addie was sure that he had covered every single inch of her butt. Unlike when he spanked with his hand, Brad created a precise pattern while using the spoon—three in a row across and then three rows down. Crack! Crack! Crack! Nine swats on each side. Addie felt the top of the metaphoric volcano blow, the emotions flowing out like lava.

  She collapsed onto the couch and started sobbing into her arms. Brad must have known that she'd had enough and put the spoon down. He rubbed her back gently and sat her up and into his arms. She cried out as the tender, hot flesh that was hit came to sit on his lap. She leaned forward and buried her face into his shirt.

  "It's okay, baby," he said, continuing to rub her back. "I can't let you put yourself into danger like that; I just can't. You've completed me in such a short amount of time. I can't lose you." He rubbed gently until she caught her breath and pulled back to look at him.

  "I know, Sir," she whispered. It wasn't just the spanking she was referring to. She knew he loved her. She hoped he could read the meaning between the lines.

  "Let's finish this up now," Brad said. "Over to the chair."

  The last thing Addie wanted was more swats, but she knew that Brad wasn't about to back off of what he had decided her punishment would be. It was extreme but not abusive; she recognized the difference. He was trying to make a point, and she got the point. Boy, did she ever get the point. She watched as he unbuckled his black leather belt and heard the swish as it cleared the loop.

  "I am sure this seems mean on your already punished bottom," he said. "But I am not about to go easy on anything that jeopardizes your life. I know that I said you were going to receive ten, but I think five will get my point across. Addie, if I have to correct you for this again, you will get the amount I determine for it and the extra five from tonight, do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Sir!" Addie said, relieved that she wouldn't be feeling the full ten lashes of his belt. She allowed him to guide her over the arm of the large lazy boy recliner and then braced herself for the first lash.

  Swoosh! She heard the leather swing through the air and then felt the force as it connected across her butt, pushing her forward into the chair. It was a second before the pain followed. It was a much different pain than his hand or the spoon. This wasn't a thuddy pain but a stinging, fire of a pain. It felt like a line of liquid fire was spreading out from the impact. Brad followed the first with four more quick but hard lashes, and before she had time to catch her breath, it was over. She lay there for a second, and then the pain really hit. Her bottom throbbed, and Addie knew it was swollen.

  Brad came up behind her and laid his hand on her seared flesh. He could feel the raised almost goosebump-like bumps, and he knew they'd go down in a few minutes. The heat was radiating off the surface and he saw the red and white splotches and a few places turning a bit purple. The skin wasn't broken, and although it looked rough, he was an experienced spanker. He knew ninety percent of the effects would be gone by morning and there would be just enough of a reminder, when she sat down, to last a few days. Brad sat in the chair and once again pulled Addie to standing between his knees.

  "I love you, too," Addie said with conviction before Brad could say a word. She saw the emotions cross Brad's strong, handsome face. He pulled her down to him and met her lips with his. The kiss was deep; it was possessive, and it was full of promise. She sat on his lap then, cringing as the heated flesh met his hard thigh, wrapping her arms around his head and enjoying the mating of their mouths. Her hand grasped the back of his head while the other wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as she could get him.

  The ringing of the doorbell interrupted the moment, and Addie sighed, frustrated. "Just a second!" Brad yelled. They had forgotten about dinner. Addie ran off into the bathroom while Brad paid for the food. She came out, dressed in only his t-shirt and her panties. She had snuck a look at her butt and was shocked at the array of colors that met her gaze in the mirror, but she found she wasn't upset by it at all. When she had wiped herself after peeing, she had wiped away quite a bit of her natural lubrication. She was shocked at how aroused her body had gotten during her punishment.

  Chapter 8

  Brad made quick work of setting plates out and loading them up with delicious Chinese food, and then he motioned Addie over to join him at the table. She looked at the wooden dining room chairs and groaned, reaching back to rub her sore behind.

  "Nope," Brad said. "No rubbing. When I spank you, I expect you to get the full effects of the discipline. Come sit down. I want to talk with you."

  "Can we eat in the living room?"

  Brad knew that the cushions on the couch were much more inviting to Addie than the dining room chair, and so he said, "No, ma'am. I'm pretty old fashioned. Unless it's pizza, we eat at the table."

  "Fine, I guess," she huffed out.

  "Addie." His tone held a warning. She came over and sat to the right of him. "Good girl."

  "This smells delicious. I'm starving," Addie said.

  "Me, too." They started eating, and Addie started squirming in her seat. Brad smiled to himself. She wasn't the first girl he'd had squirming at a table on a well spanked behind, but he truly hoped she would be the last girl he ever spanked. He had no doubt there would be many more
occasions to do so with his feisty woman.

  "When did you get to the park?" Addie asked, broaching the elephant in the room.

  "Just in time to hear that douche canoe hitting on you," Brad said. "I didn't like his tone, and I sure as heck didn't like his words. You know you are good enough for me, right, Addie girl? You know that you are beautiful, intelligent, talented, compassionate and funny and that I love you? And you are more than worthy. Heck, sometimes I look at you and think 'how did I get so lucky'?" He noticed Addie's blush. Surely, she hadn't been having those self-deprecating thoughts again. If she had, she hid them well. She hadn't vocally put herself down since her first spanking in his office. He had thought he was going to have to address it with her again but had been pleasantly surprised that he only had to correct her once.

  "You didn't hear anything he had said before that?" Addie said, switching the topic back.

  Brad noticed. He noticed everything. He was beginning to become suspicious at her line of questioning. He let the change of subject go as she was obviously blushing and self-conscious over his compliments. He didn't need confirmation that she had heard him, the color on her cheeks was confirmation enough. He was willing to let it go as long as she knew how he felt.

  "No. Should I have? What happened before I got there?" Brad asked. He noticed that Addie wouldn't meet his gaze as she stared at her plate. "Addie?"

  "Nothing much."

  Brad could see the conflict in her body language and waited for her to continue.

  "He had just been off the entire night. He's not normally like that. He's normally overly friendly and fake. He is paranoid about my court reports, so he does everything by the book. It's really creepy; no one does everything by the book. It's so robotic. Lindsey is so uncomfortable around him, and she told me, tonight, how he used to beat up her mother. I can't go into details, obviously, but let's just say he was very cruel and extremely careful not to get caught. Lindsey's mom went missing out of the blue. There was suspected foul play, but a body was never found."