She was instantly upset. “Who the hell is he to say that?”
Paul’s stern voice appeared quickly. “Watch your language and your temper. We just talked about both of those things. That’s also not being very respectful to your grandfather.”
“Well, he has no right to say such a thing!”
“Again, Gina, watch your temper. Let me ask you, is he right? Have you ever lied about something to avoid getting in trouble for it?”
“Of course not!”
“Are you sure about that?”
She narrowed her eyes as she glared at him. “Why?”
“He told Mr. Jenkins a couple of stories that sound like you may have denied something, hoping to avoid your father being upset, when you had, in fact, done what he asked about. Maybe I should pull those notes out and see if they refresh your memory any.”
“That’s my word against his. How do you know you can trust him?”
“He gave Mr. Jenkins the name of at least one person in each instance who would back him up.”
“That son of a bitch!”
Paul was shocked, but wasted no time getting his newest client over his knees. With his experience, he had her over his left knee with his right leg over her calves before she knew what was happening. He made sure her upper body was resting on the couch, and quickly, while he still had the advantage of shock on his side, he reached underneath her and undid her jeans. He pulled them down to her knees before she found her voice.
Once she found it, though, she wasn’t shy about using it. “Paul, stop! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me up.”
“Gina, we talked about your language, and we talked about your lack of respect. I just reminded you about both of them, not even a minute ago. It’s time for you to see what exactly will happen every time you lose your temper and decide to be rude and use bad language.” He started to pull her panties down, but she reached back and tried to smack his hand away. He quickly caught her hand and held it at her side with his left arm.
He returned to taking her panties down, but she started squirming. She wasn’t getting very far, with his leg over hers, but she was doing her best to get loose. He gave her two solid swats on her pantied bottom. “Settle down.” He wasn’t sure if it was his stern voice or the shock, but she stilled immediately. “That’s better,” he said as he slid her panties down.
“But I don’t want them down,” she said in a totally helpless voice. He knew the realization that she was about to be spanked had settled in.
“I’m sure you don’t,” he said, “but I’m sure you’ll recall from the contract, these are bare bottom spankings. Now, since this is your first one, let me explain a little to you here. As I told you before, these spankings will hurt. Because of that, you are free to cry. You can cry into a pillow if you want to, but what you aren’t permitted to do is swear. One of the reasons you’re getting this spanking is because you were swearing, so I’d be really careful now. Swearing during a spanking will earn you extra swats at the end of a spanking, and trust me, extra swats are something you do not want. Other things you need to stay away from are pinching or biting. I won’t remind you of these things before every spanking, but it holds for all of them. Any swearing, biting or pinching during a spanking will earn you extras at the end of the spanking. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She groaned, but didn’t answer. Two quick swats later he asked again. “Gina, do you understand what I said?”
“Yes. Yes, but please don’t do this.”
“We talked about earning what you get, and this is a good lesson in that regard. You earned this spanking, and once you earn one, you will receive it. Now let’s get it over with and behind us.”
He started spanking, but he started talking at the same time. He reminded her why she was being spanked, talking a little about each thing, as he continued the spanking. After the first couple dozen swats, she was squirming and yelling. When her voice raised and she was screaming louder, he reminded her, “Remember, no swearing.”
“But it hurts. I can’t stand it. You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”
He did stop, but he kept his hand on her bare bottom. “I know this hurts, especially since it’s your first spanking. But you need to know that I will never give you more than you can handle. You may think you can’t take any more, but you can, and indeed, you will. Now, we’re almost done, but while I finish this, I want you to concentrate on what you did to earn this spanking. Before we start, tell me what got you here.”
She was crying, but he could tell she turned stubborn. She stiffened and didn’t say a word. Half a dozen quick but sharp swats to her thighs had her jumping and screaming. “I told you before, when I ask you a question I expect an answer. Are you ready to tell me what got you here now, or do I need to repeat that?”
“No,” she yelled. “Please, it hurts too much.”
“Tell me why we’re here, Gina, or I will do it again.”
“Because I cussed.”
“And?”
“You said I was rude.”
“You were rude, but we’ll talk about that in a minute. What else?”
“Can you just get on with it already? This hurts so bad I can’t stand it, regardless of what you say. Could you just finish it?”
He gave her six more swats on her thighs. “Did that temper tantrum help you remember what else I’ve been talking to you about during your spanking?”
“Ow! Paul, that hurts!”
“As it was meant to. Are you ready to answer me yet or should I continue?”
“No. Because I had a temper tantrum.”
“That’s right. And what will happen every time you have a temper tantrum?”
She didn’t say anything, and he sighed. Just as he was about to swat her thighs again, she yelled, “No. I’ll get spanked,” she said, much softer. At the same time, tears started streaming down her face. That was what he’d been waiting for.
“Good girl, Gina. Now, you think about that while I finish this up, and we’ll be done.” He only gave her eight or ten more, and they weren’t as harsh as the others had been. He knew that she was fighting the whole concept of the spanking, including crying. The minute tears escaped from her eyes, he knew she’d realized she was no longer in charge, which is what he’d been aiming for. She needed to accept the fact that he was in charge here, and the sooner she did that, the sooner they would see some results.
Satisfied, he ended the spanking and pulled her panties back up. She hissed as they went over her sore bottom, but she didn’t say anything. He gently pulled her up and helped her settle on his lap, with his arms wrapped protectively around her. He guided her head to his chest. “Ssshhh, it’s okay. It’s all over now. Lay your head down and let me comfort you. You’re safe here, so go ahead and cry all you want to. You’ll feel better if you get it out of your system. Let out all your tears, and your frustrations will leave with them.”
He kept talking softly to her as she calmed. She seemed to be accepting his comfort, so he continued, trying to help her relax. When she calmed sufficiently, he started their talk. “Are you okay now?”
“Not really. I’m so sore.”
“I know you are. Let me ask you, will you remember this the next time you’re inclined to have a temper tantrum?”
She looked up at him with sad eyes. “I want to say yes, but to be honest, I don’t know. I hope so.”
“I’ll accept that,” he assured her. “After a couple of spankings for the same thing, I’ll bet you do start thinking first.”
“I hope so,” she said honestly. “I don’t think I could take many of those.”
“Well, remember that, because I need to remind you, anytime you earn one you will get it. That means if you do something on the not acceptable list an hour from now, you will get another one.”
She jerked upright on his lap. “You have got to be kidding!”
The stern voice was quickly in place again. “Watch your attitude, G
ina. I won’t give you another warning about that. No, I am not kidding. You will get a spanking anytime you earn one, so remember that. Now, have you recovered enough; are you ready to go on to talk about one more thing your grandfather was concerned about?”
She sighed. “I guess. I didn’t know he thought I was that awful.”
“I’m curious about that. Let’s talk about it a minute. There’s no right or wrong answer here, I’m just curious. Your grandfather talked to Mr. Jenkins quite a bit. My boss was impressed with how much he loved you. He said it was very apparent to him.”
“It was?” Gina had a smile on her face, but she seemed truly surprised.
“Mr. Jenkins was very impressed with it. I find it hard to believe that he cared enough about you to seek out this program and talk to Mr. Jenkins about it in person to be sure it was the right program for you, but never said anything to you about changes he’d like to see you make. He never said one word about anything he didn’t approve of or would like to see you change?”
“Not that I can remember, no.”
“He never told you, Gina, you shouldn’t say such things, or anything like that?”
“No. Well, wait a minute. He used to say things like, how can you say that, or I can’t believe you said that; things like that, but I assumed he was kidding.”
“I don’t think he was. It took a lot of work on his part to set this up and get it researched to make sure it would stand up in court. According to Mr. Jenkins, this was very important to him. To me, that means he loved you a great deal, and was concerned about you. I know my boss said he was very hopeful that this program would help you, and you would be able to live a happy and prosperous life.”
“I’m not feeling really happy and prosperous right now,” she said, rubbing her bottom.
He pulled her hand around and held it in front of her. “No rubbing the pain away after a spanking. That pain is meant to last long enough to serve as a reminder. As far as feeling happy and prosperous, keep telling yourself your grandfather loved you enough to set this all up. If you work hard, I’m sure you can complete this program, and you will be able to live the happy, prosperous life he wanted for you. I know it would make him proud.”
She nodded, and by the look on her face, he was sure she was thinking about what he said. That was a good start.
He helped her up and turned his head while she pulled her jeans back up. She sat back down beside him after he told her they still had to discuss this one more thing yet today.
“Okay, go ahead,” she said sullenly.
He reached over and patted her hand. “Gina, don’t get down on yourself. Nobody’s perfect, so technically, everyone could benefit from a program like this. Some people just have more things to work on than others, but not everyone has the opportunity to do a program like this to help them work on things they want to change. You’re lucky you had someone who cared enough about you to set this up. I know you may not think so now, but that makes you pretty lucky.”
“You’re right; I don’t feel overly lucky right now.”
“Give it time. When the program is over I may have to ask you that again, whether you feel lucky now. Anyway, let’s talk about his last concern.”
“Okay.”
“Like I said earlier, he says that you don’t take responsibility for things, and will go so far as to lie to stay out of trouble. According to my boss, that was one of his biggest concerns, so we need to talk about it a bit. First of all, let me say that being less than honest, or telling any kind of lie, no matter how small, is not acceptable on this program, and, therefore, will lead to a spanking. With that in mind, let me ask you, is any of that true? Have you, in fact, lied to keep from getting into trouble?”
She was upset, but when she looked up and saw Paul’s strict expression, she looked back down.
“Gina, I think it’s important that you know that anything you say to me is confidential. I won’t tell anyone else what we talk about, or anything you say. Admitting to things is a big step to the success of this program, however. I won’t think any less of you for anything you admit to. In fact, I will respect you more, because it takes a big person to admit when they’ve done something wrong, especially if it’s become a pattern. If it’s something you’ve done from the time you were small, you’ve been allowed to get away with it for so long that it’s become a normal practice, and you probably do it as a normal routine, without giving it any thought. To admit that and be willing to work to correct it is commendable.”
She was chewing on her bottom lip, and he gave her time to think. She reached back and rubbed her bottom, but he was sure she didn’t realize she was doing it. He allowed it, knowing she was reminding herself what would happen if she lied. It was several moments later that she looked up and nodded. “Yes, he’s right, I have done that. I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. I never thought of it as being wrong, until you said he told your boss about it.”
“But now do you agree it needs to change?”
“I never thought about it, but now that I have, yes, I guess I need to stop.”
“I’m proud of you, Gina. That’s a really good start on changing it. It won’t be easy, considering how long you’ve done it, but realizing it needs to change is a really good start.” She gave him a weak, forced smile, but he could tell she acknowledged his pride in what she’d done.
“Okay, that’s the list of things your grandfather expressed concern over, so we’ll be working on those. There may be a few other things added as we go along, but that’s all we’re going to talk about for now. There’s something else important that we need to discuss now.”
Her shoulders slumped a little, but she met his eyes and squared her shoulders. “Okay. What is it?”
“Can you cook?”
She looked dumbfounded, but gradually relaxed. “Very little. Why?”
“We could have a problem then, because my culinary skills are very limited.”
“There are several places that deliver here.”
“We may have to use them some, but I have another idea.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s use some of our time together to learn how to cook. I know the basics, but that’s it. I’ve been saying I’d like to have time to expand my skills, so I think this is the perfect time for it. Since you don’t have a job or college classes that will be consuming some of our time, I think this would be a good time for us both to learn a new skill. After all, we’re two intelligent people. We should be able to figure this out, shouldn’t we?”
She didn’t look as convinced. “We can try. What if it turns out really bad?”
“Then we call for delivery.”
She laughed, and he noted how nice it was to see her laughing. “It’s about lunchtime now, so I think I have a plan. Let’s call for delivery for lunch, and after lunch we’ll both get on our computers and find something we want to try for dinner. Then we’ll go to the grocery store.”
“That’s a plan,” she agreed.
They pondered their choices for lunch and placed an order. Then they hit the computers, looking for recipes labeled easy, then found ones they wanted to try. When one of them found something that sounded good they checked with the other. If they both agreed, and it sounded easy, they printed it off. They stopped for lunch, and went back to the computers. They narrowed their choices to the ones that sounded easiest, yet good, and made a shopping list based on them.
Chapter Five
After lunch it was time for grocery shopping, but he had a talk with her before they went. He reminded her he expected her to be courteous, and that although he had no intention of embarrassing her in public, if anything untoward happened, it would be dealt with when they got back to the guesthouse.
She frowned, rolled her eyes, shook her head in disbelief and grabbed her purse on her way past him and out the door. They had pleasant conversation on their way to the grocery store, which she admitted she’d only been in twice, both times to pic
k up one item.
He helped her out of the car and directed her into the store with a gentle hand on her back. She stopped at the carts and waited, obviously expecting him to take control of their cart, which he did. List in hand, they came to the produce section first. They made their way through the entire store, but still had a couple items on their list. “We obviously missed them. I wonder where they’d be?” Paul said, looking at the store again.
“Maybe they don’t have them. We went through the whole store.”
“No, I’d say they have them, we just don’t know where to look. Let me ask someone.”
He started toward a young man stocking shelves, but she got there first and addressed the employee. “So where do you hide your garlic, or do you even have any?”
Paul cringed, but listened as the young man directed them back to the produce section. She turned to leave, and Paul said, “Thank you. We appreciate your help,” before turning to catch up with Gina. When he managed to get beside her he leaned over next to her ear and spoke quietly. “Watch your manners, Gina. You weren’t very polite back there.”
She stopped mid stride and turned to stare at him. “What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything rude.”
“Maybe not rude, but you certainly weren’t very friendly, either.”
“So what; I have to be friendly to everyone now, even if they’re not a friend?”
“That’s not a bad concept, but that’s not what I meant. You don’t have to act real friendly, but manners would dictate you at least thank him for his help.”
“Why? He works here. That’s what he gets paid to do.”
Paul frowned. “We’ll talk more at home. Let’s finish our shopping now.” He walked off before she could cause a scene. He found the garlic and put it in the cart. Gina had caught up with him by then, but didn’t say anything. He could tell by the look on her face she wasn’t very happy with him. He could only hope she didn’t lose her temper, at least not until they got back to the car.
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