Lindsay nodded and smiled. “I’m pleased you told me. Once I knew for certain it was Peter who’d spanked you, I was going to go and tell him I thought he was out of order, but I understand now.”
Sara shook her head. “No, please don’t say anything. He spanks me because he cares. He helped me to get rid of my credit card debt and I’ve never had credit since. He gave me a job when many would have turned me away. His spankings are for my own good. I benefit from his discipline and I think in all honesty I would miss the discipline if I went to work elsewhere.”
Lindsay raised her eyebrows in surprise, but guessed that she was missing George’s spankings so understood what Sara was saying, but Lindsay still couldn’t imagine having her bottom bared by Peter, being taken across his knee and spanked. She would scream the building down, she was sure.
“Doesn’t Scott mind?” asked Lindsay.
Sara smiled. “When I met Scott, I was worried how to tell him my boss believed in corporal punishment. As we always made love in the dark, he never saw the state of my bottom after Peter had spanked me, but one night I was laid on my tummy, masturbating frantically as I relived a recent spanking. I’d accidentally left the front door unlocked and Scott had let himself in. I didn’t hear him and he walked in on me. He stopped dead in his tracks when faced with my red bottom and thighs and asked what the hell I was up to. His angry voice pushed me over the edge as I recalled Peter chastising me in a similar tone. I cried out in orgasm before slumping onto the bed exhausted.”
Lindsay couldn’t imagine how humiliated she’d feel if someone caught her masturbating.
Sara grinned. “I told him not to worry what I’d been doing and to take me from behind, I was desperate for sex. I swore I hadn’t cheated on him and promised to explain later, but I needed him inside me.”
Sara continued. “It was the best sex ever. As we talked afterwards, he agreed to Peter spanking me. He also didn’t mind about my past, which was a huge relief. I offered to try and find another job but Scott wouldn’t let me do that. He said I was a naughty girl who obviously benefited from being taken over a strong man’s knee and spanked soundly, and he promised he’d do the same when necessary.”
Lindsay listened with interest.
“Scott rarely punishes me,” Sara added. “He believes Peter does enough to keep me in line, but if Scott gets really angry he takes a bath brush to my bare bottom which is absolute agony. Once Peter was about to spank me when he was confronted with the evidence of a hard spanking by Scott. When I told him I’d swore at Scott and threw a plate at him, Peter said Scott had gone too easy on me as I could still sit down. Peter then gave me a really stinging spanking to my bottom and thighs and I had trouble sitting for a few days, but generally if Scott’s spanked me Peter won’t, not until the marks have gone.”
Lindsay was pleased Sara had confided in her. They both relaxed and enjoyed the rest of their lunch break before Lindsay phoned George and asked to see him after work. He happily agreed to her request.
Lindsay and Sara went back to work, where Lindsay watched the clock all afternoon as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She was relieved when her shift finally ended and she drove to George’s still in considerable discomfort. When she knocked on his door, she still hadn’t thought of a feasible reason for the £50 she was about to hand over to him.
Letting her in, he smiled and kissed her cheek before leading her to the sofa, where he invited her to sit on a large cushion and offered her coffee. She gratefully accepted and smiled at the kind gesture of a cushion for her sore bottom.
“Lindsay, I know you’re embarrassed about yesterday. You took your caning well. I imagine you’re more than a little sore today?”
Lindsay blushed and nodded, tears pricking her eyes. She wanted to forget that awful caning, but she guessed the pain would be evident for a few days.
“I appreciate you coming to see me but it isn’t necessary. Your reaction to the final strokes is entirely normal and you have no reason to be embarrassed. I wasn’t shocked. Despite that small amount of pleasure you enjoyed, I’m sure that’s little compensation for the discomfort you’re in today?”
Lindsay squirmed uncomfortably and nodded. She blushed crimson as he continued. “I’m sure you’re relieved I didn’t take liberties during your aroused state when you offered yourself to me so blatantly. I took no offence at your actions. I’m a gentleman and would never take advantage.”
Lindsay’s eyes filled with tears. How could he not realize that she desperately wanted him to take advantage. Surely he could see that she yearned for him to touch her.
“While you’re here, you might as well let me see the state of your bottom.”
Lindsay gasped. “What?”
George laughed. “Surely you’re not shy? You must be used to baring your bottom to me by now. Be a good girl and get across my lap.”
“No!”
The smile disappeared from George’s face as he grabbed Lindsay’s wrist. Sighing, he pulled her across his knees and she howled as he brought his hand down on her bottom six times. As he released her, her hands immediately clutched at her bottom and frantically rubbed at the renewed sting.
“Bare your bottom and get across my knees now, unless you need six of the best to motivate you.”
Lindsay shook her head and reluctantly obeyed, lowering her trousers and panties and hesitantly placing herself across his knees. “I’m sorry Sir.”
Lindsay clenched her buttocks, nervously anticipating another spanking, but George caressed her bottom gently. “Relax. I know it’s sore but you were very naughty. You deserved it.”
George continued to gently rub her buttocks. He traced his fingers along the cane marks. “I can see a lot of cane marks. You’re also slightly bruised.” Lindsay squirmed as George landed several solid spanks to the center of her bottom. Struggling to catch her breath between the stinging smacks, she squealed. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to be cheeky. I just didn’t want to be spanked again. It hurts so much. It’s almost impossible for me to sit down as it is.”
Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief when George patted her bottom gently and released her. “Mind your manners, young lady, or I’ll give you another spanking. Now get up and drink your coffee.”
Lindsay quickly covered her throbbing bottom and sat down beside him.
They chatted about their respective days and suddenly an idea came to Lindsay. Without thinking it through, she blurted out: “Sir, I went into town at lunch time. I found a carrier bag of clothing at home that I’d bought recently. The receipt was in the bag and I hadn’t removed the labels yet so I took it all back. I got a £50 refund Sir. Here it is,” she announced, taking Peter’s £50 out of her purse and handing it to George.
“I know I was given 50 strokes of the cane to repay my debt to you, but I deserved that punishment for behaving so badly. You shouldn’t be out of pocket Sir.”
George smiled and accepted the money. “I’m so proud of you. It took a lot of courage to do that. This will be paid off your debt, in addition to your monthly payment.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
Lindsay squirmed uncomfortably as she wondered how sore her bottom would be if he ever discovered her lie. She wished she’d considered her explanation a little longer as she knew this lie would ultimately lead to her being bare-bottomed across his lap once more, howling as he lit a fire in her behind.
Lindsay closed her eyes and felt desperately unhappy. At this rate he would never see her as an attractive young woman who had strong sexual feelings for him, but would instead always see her as a naughty girl who needed regular spankings. This realization made her very sad.
Chapter Eight
A FEW days later Lindsay visited George for her next appointment. She’d spent a very uncomfortable week sitting on an extremely sore bottom, but she’d learned a valuable lesson.
George smiled at her as they went over her budget. “Lindsay, I’m very proud of you. Surely you must be p
roud of yourself, sticking to your budget so well.”
Lindsay smiled brightly and nodded. “Sometimes it’s hard. Only the other day I was tempted to have an extra night out, but my caning was still fresh in my mind and I decided to stay home.”
“I’m very pleased to hear that. Had you gone out and overspent, you would have been punished hard. I don’t care how sore your bottom is from previous punishments, if you displease me I’ll punish you until you find sitting down extremely unpleasant.”
Lindsay sadly nodded in acknowledgement.
“Cheer up. You’re not in trouble today. We’re going to do something a little different now. I’m going to give you a small task to do. I want you to sit down and write a list of everything you have to show for the massive debt you’ve accumulated. I want you to think very hard about it. Also consider all the hard punishments you’ve had that could have been avoided had you not overspent. I want you to imagine the things you could have, without going into debt to get them, if you lived a bit more carefully.”
Tears welled up in Lindsay’s eyes as she acknowledged what a mess she’d made of her life. Putting his arm around her shoulders, George led her into the living room. She turned towards the desk and chair he kept in the corner, but he stopped her.
“No Lindsay, let’s give you something to focus on while you write. I believe a young lady puts more thought into a task when she’s sitting on a soundly smacked bare bottom. Now take your trousers and panties off and bend over my knee.”
George sat down on the sofa and watched Lindsay blush as she slowly lowered her trousers and panties and stepped out of them. She still found it really humiliating to be naked from the waist down. Covering her pussy with her hands, she stepped towards him and placed herself quickly across his lap. As she shuffled into position, his hand slammed down hard on her bare buttocks. The air was driven out of her lungs and she gasped for breath as he landed another equally hard smack.
“Oh please, no more Sir, I’ll be a good girl.”
George ignored her and continued to land punishing smacks on her unprotected bottom. The longer he spanked, the more distressed she became. Her bottom was heating up rapidly and his sharp spanks stung intensely. As he landed a volley of stinging smacks to her sit spots, she sobbed loudly and kicked her legs. She was grateful when he finally stopped and helped her to her feet, but she hissed loudly when he pushed her bare and well spanked bottom down onto the hard wooden chair.
“Start writing, I’ll be back soon to check on your progress,” he instructed her.
Lindsay pouted as George left the room. She scowled at the pen and paper in front of her. When George returned several minutes later, he cheerfully asked. “Are you finished?”
Lindsay glared at him and without considering the consequences she picked up the pen and hurled it towards him. She gasped as she realized what she’d done and stood up quickly. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to do that.” At least it had landed on the floor and hadn’t actually hit him. She guessed she’d be in big trouble if that had happened. And at least it was only a pen she’d thrown. At least it was nothing heavy or breakable. Surely that would go in her favor.
“Please Sir. This is really difficult. I don’t know where to begin. I’m sorry I lost my temper,” she whined. She slowly approached him and squatted down to pick up the pen. She didn’t dare bend down to retrieve it as she felt certain his hand would land none too gently on her bare bottom if she presented it to him so invitingly. As she rose from the floor and reached one hand back protectively to cover her bottom, he grasped her firmly by the arm and marched her across the room.
She squealed as he dragged her reluctantly behind him and begged him to let her go.
As they reached the sofa, George threw her forcefully over the back, the momentum throwing her much further forward than she was comfortable with. Her bottom was high and her legs were dangling and in her upside down position she kicked frantically as George held her firmly in place. “Hold still, young lady, unless you wish me to fetch my cane. Six of the best will soon calm you down.”
Lindsay’s desperately kicking legs immediately stilled and she tensed her bottom cheeks. “I’m really sorry Sir.”
George released his grip on her and started to remove his belt. She lay submissively as she looked over her shoulder and watched him, her eyes wide with fear. “Please Sir, I’m sorry.” She looked at him pleadingly as he slid the belt out of its loops. He doubled the belt over and put his hand on her back. “If you don’t want to be punished, you should do as you’re told. Don’t dare to move one muscle without my permission.”
Lindsay lowered her head and squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn't happy with her bottom hoisted so high over the back of the sofa. She felt more vulnerable when her feet couldn’t reach the floor. There was no way she could promise not to move and she reached forward to grip the sofa cushion, hoping she could manage to at least not interfere with her punishment.
As she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, the wide leather belt was laid against her bare bottom. She bitterly regretted her temper tantrum. If she could turn back the clock to the moment she picked the pen up, she’d definitely start writing instead of throwing it.
Lindsay tried her best to relax but without warning the belt cracked down across the base of her buttocks. She tensed her bottom cheeks and cried loudly as her legs kicked frantically.
George cracked the belt down twice more in the same spot and Lindsay's tears dripped onto the cushion as she struggled desperately to hold her position. Despite her struggles, she was relieved that her bottom stayed perfectly placed for George to give her the thorough punishment her behavior warranted.
As he whipped his belt across the top of her thighs three times, Lindsay gripped the cushion tighter, sobbing loudly and raising her feet towards her bottom. George gently tapped the belt against her feet and she immediately lowered them. She howled as the belt cracked down a further three times across her thighs before he went back to whipping it relentlessly across her bottom.
George landed the next stroke diagonally across one buttock. The end of the belt wrapped around her thigh, slightly catching her pussy. Lindsay howled and reached back with both hands but George moved them away and rubbed her inner thigh gently, his fingers just brushing against her pussy. Lindsay gasped and parted her legs wider and was shocked when George simply cracked the belt diagonally across the other buttock, again causing the end of the belt to curl around her inner thigh and just catch her pussy. Lindsay whimpered as George again rubbed her inner thigh gently and this time gave her pussy a gentle rub with his hand. Lindsay spread her legs wide and was distraught when George moved away.
Her hands immediately reached back to massage her burning cheeks, but she could do nothing to ease the mounting heat between her legs. She was desperate to be touched and she found his ignorance of her arousal almost as painful as the actual thrashing he’d just given her with his belt.
George allowed her to rub for a few seconds before helping her to her feet. He immediately guided her back to her chair, turned her bottom to face the seat and started to push her down. Lindsay sobbed loudly and clung to him, whispering her apologies. She was surprised when he gathered her into his arms and carried her to the sofa, sitting down and wrapping his arms around her as she cried. She clung to him as he whispered words of comfort, and when she finally calmed down he kissed her cheek softly, lifted her to her feet and took her back to her desk.
Smiling reassuringly, George handed her the pen as he pushed her down onto her seat. Lindsay winced and squirmed as her bottom and thighs stung uncomfortably. She looked up at George and her lower lip quivered. “I really am sorry Sir.”
George smiled and ruffled her hair. “Think hard about things you have at home – furniture, clothes, jewelry, anything you’ve bought on credit. Think about other things you might have spent money on, things that you can’t see like nights out and holidays. It isn’t that hard to do if you put your mind to it.”
Once George was confident Lindsay knew what she was doing, he walked back to the kitchen and left her to get on with her task. Lindsay immediately began to write. She listed the holidays she’d had in recent years and the numerous weekends away she’d enjoyed with friends. She noted that until recently she’d gone out most nights and spent money on food and drink each time.
She thought about her flat and tried to think of anything she’d bought, but could only think of her computer and a few kitchen utensils. All the larger items of furniture were second hand, donated by kind friends and family, but she sadly acknowledged that a lot of it wasn’t to her taste and nothing matched. If only she’d been a bit more careful with money she could have made her home so much nicer. The thought brought tears to her eyes as she shuffled miserably on her sore bottom.
She looked up and as George hadn’t reappeared, she continued to write. She didn’t want him to be angry on his return if she was sat doing nothing. She certainly didn’t want him to think she was being lazy as that might cause him to spank her again. She had no doubt he would do just that if he thought she wasn’t putting enough effort into her task.
She racked her brains to think of anything else she owned but realized she’d written down all she could think of that she had to show for the vast debt she’d run up over the years.
She thought about the other things he’d mentioned, like how much she could actually have if she didn’t have so much debt. She recollected the many spankings she’d had and how she felt about them – generally humiliated, sore and extremely unhappy. Her list seemed to be turning into an essay, she realized, as she continued to scribble down her thoughts.
When George eventually returned, he sat down on the sofa and watched her. Lindsay finally looked up at him and put down her pen.
“Have you finished Lindsay?” He raised his eyebrows as he looked at her sternly. “I’d seriously consider the consequences before you even think about throwing anything else. That strapping was mild in comparison to what I’ll do if you repeat that particular behavior.”
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