A Lesson in Picking Up
Thomas sits comfortably on the left side of the black leather couch as he flips through channels on the TV. Tara sees his head as she looks down into the living room from the bathroom door at the top of the stairs. The lights are off and the TV volume is rather soft. Tightening the towel around her a bit as the cold air-conditioning air breaks through the warm bathroom steam from her shower, Tara shivers and half skips, half jumps down the stairs to go sit next to him. Tara arrives at the side of the couch. Their eyes meet and she snuggles in beside him, removing her towel to briefly expose her naked body and then quickly wrapping herself in the warm couch blanket before she begins to shiver. Tara’s feet are across the remaining 2/3rds of the couch and her back rests just perfectly against his side. He puts his arm around her, saying nothing, just lightly kissing the top of her blonde hair.
“Sit up baby.” Thomas says a bit later, as he leans Tara forward so he can get up. He walks behind her into the kitchen, then up the stairs past the bathroom and into the bedroom. A few minutes later he comes back down to the couch and Tara rests her head once more on his shoulder.
“Baby,” he says as he lightly plays with her left breast with his right hand, “Why is it that the bathroom light was on, the shower curtain was hanging open, and there is what looks like a trail of work clothes leading from the bedroom to the bathroom?” Tara’s stomach tightens as he squeezes her left nipple a bit tighter. “I think it is time you laid yourself across my lap.”
Tara chooses not to move, knowing that this will only make her punishment worse in the end, but maybe delaying the inevitable will cause him to forget about her sloppiness for the time being. He has been on her for months to pick up after herself, and she has agreed to do so again and again. Tara internally cusses herself for being so lazy and careless so as to get a spanking. This is not a major offense like smoking behind his back, or coming home from a night out a bit too intoxicated to have driven, but yet something tells her that she is going to be thoroughly disciplined.
“Alright Baby, go get the bath brush from the bedroom.”
“No, Thomas, please, not the bath brush! I’m going across, please!”
“No?” “That is not the best phrase for me to hear coming out of your mouth at a time like this Baby. It’s too late, now you can get the belt from the bedroom along with the bath brush.”
Slowly she begins to remove the blanket. Tara is beginning to sulk just a bit, when Thomas starts counting,
“10, 9.”
She jumps from the couch and takes off running up the steps. Tara does not even notice that the sliding glass door blinds are wide open, thus giving any random passerby a backside view of Tara’s naked body as she rounds the corner heading for the stairs. Her long, defined, legs take her up the stairs two at a time. She grabs the bath brush from the bed headboard and the belt from its special hook in the closet and comes flying back down the steps, fully naked, past the open blinds of the glass door, her blonde hair and breasts bouncing wildly.
“2, 1”
Thomas has moved to the center of the couch. Tara freezes directly in front of him, eyes downcast and holds out the brush and the belt. He takes them and places them on the counter above the couch. No words are needed from Thomas. Carefully she places herself over his lap, making sure to properly present her soon to be well-disciplined bottom. Tara’s breasts touch the leather of the couch. She knows the rules. Do not clench the ass cheeks and do not wiggle, at all. Tara feels the tension in her stomach of a severe spanking just getting started, but she can also feel a tingle in her clit as she begins to get aroused. Her pussy is already wet. She longs to be able to grind her pussy into his leg, but for now she must hold still.
He places his left hand in the middle of her back as his right hand begins to rub her presently unmarked bottom. Tara attempts to remain perfectly still, but the urge to rub her clit against his leg is almost uncontrollable. She knows her attitude over the last five minutes has been nowhere near the acceptable limits, not to mention the fact that she continually forgets to pick up after herself. Keeping still and quiet right now is about her only chance of not getting a good strapping after the inevitable hand spanking and bath brush paddling.
SMACK His hand comes down hard, leaving a pale handprint on her still warm bottom from showering.
“You know not to leave the lights on in every room of this house.”
SMACK. A pale handprint appears on the other cheek, but disappears as quickly as the first.
“Turn the lights out in a room when you are finished”
SMACK SMACK
“After you shower, put the soap where it belongs, WHACK, close the shower curtain SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and clean up after yourself. “
WHACK “When I tell you to get across my lap I expect you to do it IMMEDIATELY” Thomas accentuates the word immediately with several sharp stinging smacks. Thomas hits harder and faster with his hand. He hits Tara on the right cheek five times, HARD, and then the left five times.
Tara holds still and tries to steady herself by digging her hands into the cushion and the side of the couch. She knows Thomas’ hand well. The first spanks with his hand always hurt the most. He spanks hard, very hard for the first few hits and then slowly the pain from a hand spanking just seems to numb together.
“Your clothes belong either in the dirty clothes pile…Whack, whack, whack on the crease of Tara’s right cheek and leg… or back on the hanger…whack, whack whack to the left tender spot of the butt crease and the leg.”
“Is that understood?”
“I got it, I got it”
Tara cringes the minute she realizes what words just came out of her mouth. Smack, smack….Thomas lays into Tara’s bottom fast and furiously, covering every inch from the top of her legs to the sides of her buttocks. Her bottom quickly turns from white to pink, to darker pink. Tara’s mind is throbbing as much as her bottom.
Thomas reaches back and grabs the brush… “I got it?” “Yes Sir would be much more appropriate in this situation don’t you think?”
Tara senses that Thomas is reaching back to get the brush. She groans softly, just loudly enough to be heard. She hates that brush… it delivers a sting that sends pain from her bottom down to her toes and up to her temples. Thomas stops spanking and rubs Tara’s very warm bottom, relieving the pain from the hand spanking a little.
“Your attitude needs to change. It is about time that you received a severe paddling with this brush. This sarcastic tone you have lately and your inability to pick up after yourself around the house needs to stop.”
Thomas begins to spank fast and hard with the brush. Tara’s bottom turns from pink from the hand spanking quickly into a yet darker shade of pink.
“Yes Sir. Please Sir, I am sooooo sorry.” Tara buries her head in the leather of the couch. The arousal in her sex is no longer on her mind. She can only think about the oncoming pain from that hard, oak bath brush.
“Oh, you will be sorry young lady. I am sick…whack, whack, whack…. And tired… whack, whack, whack… of having to constantly pick up after you. Tonight that and this attitude of yours will end. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir, understood, Sir” Tara says in a muffled voice.
The paddling with the bath brush continues. Tara is thankful that he is not hitting her at his full force, but this hurts more than enough. Each hit with the brush sends Tara lunging forward just a bit. She can feel the sting in her entire bottom. Her breasts are sticking to the leather of the couch from her perspiration. She is trying not to clench up and wiggle, but her body seems to be moving separately from what her mind is telling it to do. Tara is sure her bottom must be purple by now, after all, that oak brush can really do some damage on a fair-complected girl’s skin.
The pain is unbearable. She wants to cry, but it is just not coming. Anything right now just to have this paddling end. Tara rolls over slightly on Thomas’ lap, attempting to bury her blazing bottom in his chest.
Thomas stops paddling and pushes Tara back into position.
“Alright, that’s it!” He says as he rolls Tara back over pulling her arms behind her back and securing her tightly with his left arm.
“You seem to have some difficulty holding still this evening. We will have to work on that too.”
“Please Thomas, I will be good, I promise.” Tara says as she struggles to move under Thomas’ strong hold.
Thomas spanks Tara 10 times hard. He is spanking at top force now, and Tara feels every spank throughout her entire body. By the third hit of the brush Tara finally starts to cry, by the fifth Tara is sobbing, and by the tenth Tara is lying limp over Thomas’ lap crying steadily.
After the tenth spank Thomas leans down and kisses Tara on her head, then her neck, and then her bare shoulders. He rubs and lightly hand spanks her blazing, deep red, yet definitely not purple bottom. He rubs her back, and her shoulders, and then her bottom some more. He senses that Tara is extremely wet in her shaven little pussy, but Tara will have to wait, and unfortunately so will he.
“Go stand in the corner until I tell you to move.”
Tara pushes herself up and off the couch. This time she does not delay in obeying an order. As she turns around she realizes that the blinds in front of the glass door are open. She must pass in front of the door to reach her designated corner. Even once she is in the corner, her well spanked, very red ass will be clearly visible to anyone who takes the time to study the image from the street. Tara considers walking over and closing the blinds before taking her place in the corner, but that would certainly mean another round with the brush, and she would not, could not make it through another session with that dreaded bath brush tonight. The corner is her new focus of attention. Tara scurries across the room, past the open blinds of the door and buries her head in the corner, nose touching the wall. She is fully aware that she is mooning half of the neighborhood, but she comforts herself by thinking that no one is going to study the glass door long enough to determine that a woman’s spanked bottom is visible on the far right side. Maybe Thomas will stand up and close the blinds.
“Present that ass of yours,” Thomas’ deep voice pierces through Tara’s thoughts and Tara immediately sticks her blazing bottom out farther from the corner toward the door, thus forcing her nose deeper into the corner. Her bottom is on fire. The sides and tops of her legs hurt. She can feel the soft rounded sweet spots of her bottom tingling in waves as she tries to remain perfectly still. The tears are still trickling down the sides of her face. They tickle a bit, but Tara dares not move to wipe them away. Her thoughts are not on her red-hot bottom, or her tears however; Tara is thinking solely about one thing, her very wet and very, very hot pussy. She feels the wetness on the insides of her legs. Her hands are still at her side, but she longs to bring them forward, into the corner, close to her pussy so as to play with the ring that passes through the hood of her clit.
Tara begins to sway just a bit in the corner.
“Hold still!” The deep voice echoes from the couch behind her. She can almost feel Thomas’ deep brown eyes studying every inch of her very spanked bottom, moving down her long fair legs. She cannot see him, but she can picture him sitting on the couch surrounded in the blue light from the TV studying her backside. She knows she will not have to stand there too long. Thomas is not one to make her stand for long periods of time in the corner. The question is: Will he take the strap to her very tender and well spanked bottom for her past utterances of defiance, or will he just take her to him and allow her to satisfy him as she longs to do?
Saying “no” to Thomas during a discipline session is never tolerated, and rolling over trying to avoid a paddling is a serious offense, with this thought Tara’s body quivers in the corner. Her hands reach forward from her sides. Her right hand begins to finger her clit ring ever so slowly.
“Over the arm of the couch, NOW!”
Tara turns and scurries to the couch, pushing her breasts into the warm leather. She raises her bottom to the proper position, up and fully presented for Thomas to either strap or hopefully enter with his hard, thick cock.
Tara hears Thomas pick up the belt behind her. Her stomach drops and she clenches as the belt comes down hard and fast with a whish.
“Keep your ass up and do not clench.” Thomas warns in his low stern voice.
Tara closes her eyes and tells herself to hold still.
Thomas comes closer. Tara can feel him standing right beside her. His nakedness is evident as he rubs up against her right leg. She can feel his hardness and she longs to take him inside her.
“Please Sir, f*ck me.” She pleads quietly.
“Not yet my love, you have a severe strapping coming for your earlier attitude towards me, not to mention your inability to pick up after yourself. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir.” Tears are beginning to form in the corners of her eyes again. Tara knows she deserves this strapping, and she knows she is going to feel it for the next couple of days.
Thomas steps back and Tara hears him raise the belt. Whish… It comes down hard across the top part of her bottom. Whish… the belt connects right across the middle and then again and again to the very tender lower part of her bottom. The strapping continues in earnest. Tara holds position, but quietly begins to cry. This seems to give Thomas new inspiration. Whack, the belt connects squarely across the upper legs, again and again. Tara is sobbing, “Please Sir,” She says quietly through her tears. The belt continues to connect again and again with her blazing bottom.
Thomas moves in closer to Tara. He rubs and spanks, her hot, red bottom with his hand. First the left side, then the right, and then one hard smack to the center. This spank sends a shiver straight up Tara’s clit and into her stomach.
“Five more baby. You need to count these. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” She says through her tears. FIVE MORE? How will she ever make it through five more, and counted no less?
Whish… The belt comes down with a loud smack across the center of her bottom. “One Sir.” The second strike lands squarely on her right cheek, the sides of the belt cutting slightly into her side and buttocks. “Two Sir” Whish a third strike lands on the opposite cheek. “Three Sir” Tara barely manages to get the words out. She knows the last two are always the worst. Tara hears the belt go up. It comes down hard and fast. Tara swallows hard, gasping for breath between her tears. Before she can even say four the fifth and final strike comes down across the tenderest underside of Tara’s bottom. Somehow she manages to say, “Five, thank you Sir” and then she relaxes, sobbing into the black leather of the couch.
Thomas rolls the belt into a neat spiral and places it on the counter while Tara attempts to regain some composure as she lays ass-up over the arm of the couch. Thomas walks up behind her and bends over her, kissing her ears, shoulders and neck.
“Shhh baby…It’s over now,” he says as he rubs Tara’s very sore bottom with his hand. Somehow, sometime the blinds of the glass door have been pulled shut.
Tara turns her head to kiss Thomas’ lips. He kisses her and then takes his strong hands and turns her head gently back toward the opposite arm of the couch. Thomas spreads her ass cheeks and Tara feels the cool lube against her. Thomas begins to rock against her body. Instinctively Tara pushes her bottom back out. Thomas’s hands run down her sides and then she feels his hotness as he begins to tease her.
Slowly, lovingly, Thomas enters her. The waves begin to come, slowly at first, then stronger and stronger. Her bottom burns against him. She feels the welt marks from the belt as Thomas thrusts himself deeper and deeper into her. Everything is hot. Tara feels herself cumming hard. Thomas is so hot inside her. She cums and with that the waves immediately start again and again. Thomas knows her body too well. He teases her, slowing down the rocking of his body behind her, then building the momentum greater and greater, until she wants to cum again. Tara holds it in, waiting for Thomas to cum with her. The force from Thomas is stronger and stronger. Together they reach release.
Thomas leans over, kissing Tara’s shoulders. “I love you Baby,” he says. Tara extends her arms back over her head to touch his thick, soft hair. She feels him close and warm.
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