Charles looked up from his reading and dropped his book on the bed beside him. Hazel noticed he didn’t mark the page he was up to and his book had closed. She thought how annoyed she would be if she lost her page, smiling at the little things that concerned her when her already sore bottom was hopefully about to have another painful encounter with her hairbrush.
“Hazel, what’s wrong?”
Hazel walked slowly over to his bed and sat beside him. “I’m sorry to disturb your reading Sir. I can’t sleep.”
Charles smiled and held his arms out to her. “Don’t ever apologise for disturbing me Hazel. You’re much more important than any book.” Hazel fell into his arms, smiling at the knowledge that he loved her. After a few minutes she sat up and looked at him.
“Sir, I feel guilty for breaking Jenny’s hairbrush on her bottom today. I was too hard on her and I’m sorry.”
Charles nodded. “I was stunned when you said you were responsible for the state of her bottom, but I can understand why you did it. That doesn’t mean what you did was right or that I approve, but I do understand.”
Hazel nodded as she brought the hairbrush from behind her back and held it out to Charles. “I know you’ve punished me but I still feel bad Sir. I need you to spank me and take my guilt away. Please Sir.”
Charles sighed and took the hairbrush from her. “Hazel, are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, stroking her cheek gently.
Hazel’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes Sir. I need it. Please don’t let me down.”
Charles guided her across his lap. “Hazel, one thing I will never do is let you down. When you deserve a spanking I can guarantee you will get one.”
Hazel swallowed hard as he raised her nightdress. She lifted her hips to enable him to lower her panties and she squirmed uncomfortably as she felt the cool air on her bare flesh. She was terrified but she needed to cry the cleansing tears that she hoped would make her feel better.
Her spanking started immediately and she sobbed as the impact of the hairbrush flattened her buttocks. Charles brought the brush down hard and Hazel squirmed across his lap, her arms and legs thrashing around as she sobbed helplessly. After countless agonising smacks she could stand it no more and wailed “I’m so sorry Sir, please forgive me, no more”.
Charles stopped spanking immediately and helped her up. “You’re already forgiven Hazel, but I hope you can now forgive yourself. I didn’t want to do that and it really wasn’t necessary.”
Hazel smiled and wiped away her tears as she sat carefully beside him, but her smile quickly disappeared when she saw Jenny standing in the doorway. The special time she needed with Charles was now over and Hazel was angry. “What the hell do you want?”
Jenny took a step back. “I’m sorry. I was feeling lonely. I wanted some company.”
“You certainly didn’t seem to be lonely when you moved away. We heard nothing from you for two weeks. Why don’t you go away again, or alternatively go to hell, make us all happy.”
Jenny’s eyes welled up with tears and she raised her hands to cover her face. Hazel sighed and rolled her eyes. She was sick of Jenny play acting to get Charles’ attention.
“Girls, stop this now. In fact get down to the kitchen this instant. I’ve had more than enough of this childish nonsense and I’m going to put a stop to it now,” snapped Charles.
Jenny uncovered her face and looked from Charles to Hazel. She quickly turned and headed for the stairs. Hazel looked at the angry expression on Charles’ face and kissed him gently on the cheek. “I’m sorry Sir.” Charles stared angrily at her. “Did you not hear what I said Hazel?”
Hazel quickly rose from his bed. She reached down to pull her panties up and Charles stopped her. “Take them off Hazel and get downstairs before I really lose my temper and give you a proper spanking with this brush.” Hazel looked nervously at Charles as she stepped out of her panties, leaving them on his bedroom floor. She hurried to the kitchen, very worried as she’d never seen Charles so angry. She guessed it didn’t bode well for her bottom, but at least whatever she was getting Jenny would get the same. That somehow made her fate more bearable.
Hazel walked into the kitchen and Jenny stared at her, her face white with fear. Hazel wanted to reassure her, but she was just as frightened. “He made me take off my panties,” whispered Hazel.
Jenny reached under her nightdress and quickly removed her own panties.
Hazel listened to Charles’ footsteps coming slowly down the stairs. He entered the kitchen, pulled a chair away from the table and sat down. “Jenny, come here.” She approached him slowly and as soon as she reached his side he pulled her across his lap, raising her nightdress. Hazel shuddered.
“We’ll start with you as your silly running away was the cause of all this upset. How could you treat us so badly after all we’ve done for you?”
Hazel closed her eyes as she listened closely to the sharp crack of Charles’ hand on Jenny’s bare bottom, his harsh words to her and Jenny’s cries of pain intermingled with her heartfelt apologies. Hazel thought back to how happy they’d all been and wondered where it had all gone wrong. She longed to wake up and find this whole situation a bad dream.
Hazel was relieved to finally hear Jenny’s spanking stop and she opened her eyes to see a red-bottomed Jenny rising from Charles’ lap and walking awkwardly to the corner. Hazel realised this was no dream as she quickly approached Charles and put herself across his knee. She hoped that if she willingly accepted her punishment he might not be as hard on her.
She wanted to be brave, prove she could take a hard spanking and make Charles proud of her, so she gritted her teeth and held her breath as his hand landed repeatedly on her already sore bottom. He soon broke her resolve as he turned his attention to her thighs. She squealed and kicked her legs as his sharp smacks stung her tender flesh and she cried out in pain and remorse.
Charles stopped spanking and told Hazel to get up, sending her to the other corner. She noticed he didn’t help her up and there were no hugs or words of encouragement. She guessed they’d pushed him too far this time with their behaviour and she sobbed as she made her way to the corner.
“You two have ten minutes to sort yourselves out before I start spanking again. I can keep this up all night, but I’m not sure your bottoms can take it.” Hazel heard Charles’ footsteps move across the kitchen floor, out into the hall and into the living room. She listened for the sound of the TV, but when it didn’t come she guessed he needed some peace and quiet. She wondered what was going through his mind right now and hoped he still loved her.
Hazel pushed Charles out of her mind as she didn’t want to upset herself further. She instead chose to stand in the corner and sulk. Her bottom was stinging and she was angry with Jenny, who she held entirely responsible. If Jenny had never come back everything would be fine. They would have forgotten her eventually. Better still would be if they’d never met her at all.
Hazel blinked back tears as she tried to forget the happy times she’d shared with Jenny. She wanted someone to blame and right now the ideal candidate to shoulder that blame was standing in the opposite corner, just as miserable as she was.
Jenny eventually broke the uncomfortable silence. “Hazel, please, he’ll be back soon. Let’s bury the hatchet and put this behind us.”
“I’d like to bury it in your head!” Hazel shouted. “This is your fault. We were happy before you came here. I never used to get spanked before you arrived and now I constantly seem to have a sore bottom.”
When Jenny didn’t respond, Hazel continued: “You sneak away without a word, don’t keep in touch then come back and expect everyone to forget what you’ve done. Why didn’t you just stay away? You’re nothing but trouble.”
“I’m so sorry Hazel. I know you’re hurting.”
“Yes, I am hurting. My bottom is also hurting and yet again you’re the cause of it.” Hazel took her hands off her head and turned to glare at Jenny, who had also left the corner.
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p; “Hazel, you might not have been spanked before I came here, but we both know that Charles wanted to spank you. Even if I hadn’t come to live here he would have done it eventually. You played his emotions to get out of the spankings you know you deserved. Eventually he had enough.”
“You’re a liar. You don’t know anything about us. Charles would never have spanked me. It was only because you were so badly behaved that he started to spank. It’s entirely down to you. Charles would never have laid a finger on me if you hadn’t shown up.”
“Is that so?”
Hazel turned to see Charles had re-entered the kitchen and she froze in shock as she saw the cane in his hands. He flexed it as he looked menacingly at her. “I really hoped this wouldn’t be necessary, but I can’t think of any other solution. I see you’re no closer to sorting things out, so I’ll see if I can help. You know only too well how this feels Hazel. As this is your first time Jenny, you can go first. I want both of you bending over the kitchen table, opposite ends, now!”
Hazel felt sick as she remembered only too well the sting of his cane. She’d swore at the time she would never give Charles cause to use it again. She was terrified but she also felt ashamed that their behaviour had led to this.
Hazel watched as Jenny hesitantly lowered herself across the table. Once she was in position Hazel lay across the other end, gripping the sides of the table. She looked up and saw Jenny’s head inches from her own, Charles standing behind her lifting her nightdress. Hazel reached back and uncovered her own bottom, before laying her face against the cool wood of the table.
The crack of the cane startled Hazel as Jenny squealed loudly and kicked her legs. The second stroke cracked down and Hazel looked up to see Jenny standing beside Charles, her hands clutching her bottom and tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Get back in position now Jenny and stay there. We’re going to start again,” Charles ordered angrily.
Hazel felt immediate sympathy for Jenny as she struggled to get back into position. She knew how much that cane hurt and her one and only caning had been given mainly over her panties. She silently willed Jenny to get back into position and as soon as she was on the table Hazel reached out and clutched her hands, pulling her towards her.
Hazel held Jenny’s hands tightly as the cane cracked down on her bottom. Jenny’s face contorted in pain as Hazel encouraged her through her ordeal. Hazel felt genuine pity for Jenny as she knew how much pain she was in, but her own bottom was sore already and she knew that she was next in line for a dose of the cane. She was almost tempted to let go of Jenny’s hands so she would stand up, prolonging her caning and further delaying Hazel’s. Despite her desire to delay her own punishment, she couldn’t cause Jenny more pain and gripped her hands firmly to help her through it.
As the final stroke landed, Jenny was sobbing and shaking and desperately trying to pull her hands free of Hazel’s vice-like grip. “Jenny, calm down. It’s over. I know it hurts but please don’t rub your bottom. You don’t want extra,” Hazel said.
“Wise words Hazel. You’d do well to listen to her Jenny. Now it’s your turn Hazel, let’s see if you can take your own advice.”
Hazel adjusted her position and gripped Jenny’s hands tightly. She wanted to prevent Jenny from rubbing her bottom, but she also needed help to stay in position herself. She yelled as the first stroke landed. She kicked her legs as her tears dripped onto the table. It hurt much more than she remembered. The second and third strokes cracked down and she felt that familiar sting burning deep into her buttocks.
Jenny gripped her wrists and tugged her further onto the table and Hazel panicked as her feet left the floor, leaving her legs dangling. The next three strokes landed in rapid succession at the top of her thighs and Hazel screamed as her legs kicked frantically in mid-air. She was desperate to rub and tried to break free, but Jenny held her firmly.
They both lay sobbing and shaking, clinging desperately to each other, as Charles paced round the table. Hazel glanced at him and saw him examining Jenny’s bottom closely, then he moved behind Hazel and his fingers traced the cane marks on her bottom. Hazel couldn’t believe the soft hands that tenderly caressed her buttocks had caused her so much pain. She sobbed as she shouted “I’m sorry Sir”.
Charles patted her bottom gently before leaving the room. Moments later he returned and Hazel was pleased to see the cane had gone, but distressed to see he was holding a small paddle.
“Hazel, get into the corner and consider your recent behaviour. I want you to think about the bad language you’ve been using, which I’ve reluctantly ignored due to your emotional state, and the way you’ve treated Jenny since she came home. I know you’re angry with her, I’m angry too but I want her to stay. I know you do too. I can send Jenny away today if you really want me to, if that somehow proves my love for you, but I want you to think long and hard about whether that would really make you happy.”
Hazel pulled her hands away from Jenny’s and stood up. She glanced at Jenny, who was still crying. “Sir, I don’t want you to send Jenny away. I want her to stay. I wish I could put my arms around her and kiss her until she stops crying, help take her pain away, but as much as I want to I can’t forgive her that easily. She’s hurt me too much. I want her to feel the same pain she made me feel.”
Jenny slowly got up. “Hazel, I’ve cried every night since I left. Every time Paul tried to get close to me I cried. He was so patient, but he must have been angry too. I couldn’t even bear for him to kiss me. It’s you I wanted. I love you and I missed you. I’ve been thoroughly miserable without you.”
Hazel looked at Charles, who was watching them closely. Eventually he sighed as he approached Hazel. He took her by the hand and marched her across the room, smacking her bottom with the paddle until she reached the corner. “I want you to stand there and think hard about what you want Hazel. Life’s too short to throw away a perfectly good relationship. You never know when it may be cruelly snatched away from you.”
Charles’ voice cracked with emotion as he spoke and Hazel kissed him tenderly on the cheek before standing with her nose to the corner. Suddenly she felt incredibly guilty and selfish. Charles took hold of her hands and put them on her head. “No rubbing your bottom or I’ll fetch the cane.” Hazel pressed her hands firmly against her head. No way could she endure another caning. Her bottom was in absolute agony.
Hazel heard Charles’ footsteps across the kitchen, followed by the sound of chair legs scraping across the floor. She heard shuffling for a couple of minutes but didn’t dare turn round and look, and her suspicion that Charles had sat down and taken Jenny across his knee was confirmed when she heard the paddle crack down on Jenny’s bottom and heard an ear-piercing scream from her. She guessed Jenny was discovering how painful further punishment was on a freshly caned bottom. Hazel cringed as she heard Jenny sob her way through a lengthy paddling and she was relieved when it finally stopped.
“Jenny, I want you in that corner in Hazel’s place. Make sure your hands stay on your head. Hazel, get across my knee.”
Hazel turned and smiled sympathetically at Jenny, who was openly sobbing as she put her hands on her head and stepped into the corner. Hazel resisted the urge to hug Jenny, instead walking across to where Charles was once more seated, paddle in his hand waiting patiently.
Hazel lowered herself across his lap, lifting her nightdress and baring her bottom. “I am sorry Sir. I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much trouble. I promise I’ll be a good girl now. I love you.”
Charles patted the paddle against her bottom. “I love you too Hazel. Any time you want to end this is fine with me. I want things back to normal. If you and Jenny don’t want to be together you can at least be civil to each other – and to me.”
Tears rolled down Hazel’s cheeks before the paddle even landed. She loved Charles so much and couldn’t believe she’d been so selfish. She knew he didn’t approve of bad language yet she’d taken advantage of the situation and pushed her limits
as much as she could. She realised she’d always done this with Charles and it was little wonder he’d finally taken her across his knee. She was amazed he hadn’t done it years ago. She didn’t want him to paddle her now, but she desperately needed it.
She sobbed and kicked her legs as the paddle bounced repeatedly off her bottom, reigniting the sting of her caning and causing her to howl in pain. She felt her agony would never end, but eventually Charles stopped and helped her up. “I love you Sir,” she sobbed. I’m sorry for my behaviour recently and for the way I’ve behaved over the years. You’ve been so kind and I’ve acted like an ungrateful child. I’ve deserved each and every spanking you’ve given me. Please forgive me Sir.”
Hazel was sobbing and shaking in his arms as he held her close. “Hazel, I love you and I’ll always forgive you. You’re sometimes naughty and you get spanked. As long as that works, I’ll keep doing it.”
When Hazel finally stopped crying, Charles kissed her gently on the cheek. “You have a choice now Hazel. You can either go back to the corner so I can paddle Jenny again and then you can swap places. We can continue this for as long as necessary. Or you can kiss and make up with Jenny. I don’t expect things to go back to normal, but you can at least declare a truce and stop this constant bitching. It’s driving me mad.”
Tears pricked Hazel’s eyes as she leaned forward and kissed Charles. She’d never considered how her behaviour might affect him and she felt ashamed. “I’m so sorry Sir. I blamed Jenny for hurting you, but I’ve been hurting you too. I realise that now.” She smiled as he reached out and wiped away her tears, before standing up and pulling her into his arms.
Hazel was startled by Jenny’s sobbing and rushed across the kitchen towards her, pulling her into her arms. “Jenny, I’m so sorry. I love you so much.”
Jenny clung to her as she continued to cry. “I’m sorry I left you Hazel. Can you ever forgive me?”
Charles joined them, pulling them into his arms as Hazel nodded. Charles sighed as he hugged and kissed them. When the tears had finally stopped, Charles stood them in front of him. “I’m sorry I had to be so harsh with you. I really didn’t want to use the cane, but I could think of no other option to bring you both to your senses. I couldn’t let you throw everything away. Can you forgive me for that?”
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