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A few minutes later she heard Ben re-enter the room. The couch cushions signed as he seated himself. Her bottom was still hot from the spanking but no longer stinging.
“Erin, it’s time,” he said, his words cutting through the quiet room. “Come back over here.”
“Yes sir,” she said, dropping her arms. This time when she knelt over his legs, she adjusted herself so that her bottom was in the same position that he had put her in the first time: high, arched, exposed. He did not need to adjust her and she was proud of that fact. He reached over her legs and took one of the wooden kitchen spoons off the table. He tapped it against her bare cheeks a couple times, as though familiarizing himself with the spoon’s weight and shape. Then he began.
It doesn’t take long to realize that a wooden spoon is not like a hand. It doesn’t slap so much as snap, the impact is more localized, and the sting is more acute. The effect does not take time to build but blooms scarlet at the very first thwack.
Erin jumped at feeling the spoonhead land against her right cheek. Then again when it made contact with her left. He was going at a slower pace this time, she noticed, more deliberate and targeted. He started on the rounded tops of her cheeks, landing smacks in the same few places again and again, causing them to burn quickly. Then he moved lower, to the crease between cheek and thigh that had caused so much agony in the last session. This time was no different. The spoon landed and she drew a deep breath. Another smack on the other crease, another deep breath. More and more smacks landed and she began to wiggle uncomfortably.
He paused. “Erin spread your legs.”
Obeying him, she drew her knees apart. He tapped the insides of her thighs repeatedly, signaling her to go wider. She pushed her knees to the edges of the couch cushion, minding to keep her bottom at attention, and aware as she did that she was on display like never before: the insides of her thighs, the delicate inner flesh of her cheeks, and the damp folds of her pussy. But she wanted him to see all of it; wanted him to punish her like this; wanted to give him access to her most intimate places.
He tapped the spoon against the back of her thigh, then brought it down with a snap. She jumped. Another snap against the other thigh. Then another. He worked his way up and down methodically, then moved to her cheeks. Using his left hand, he pulled her right cheek back and began to punish the soft inner skin that had been unreachable when her legs were closed. Each stroke felt sharp against her and she lowered her head to the couch cushion in obvious pain.
“It hurts doesn’t it?” he asked, continuing to the left cheek now.
“Yes sir.”
“You deserve every bit of this,” he said. “You deserve every single smack.” He continued on her left cheek and she twisted under him. The pain had started to spike. “I’m going to work you over with this wooden spoon until it hurts to sit down, do you understand me?”
She groaned. “Yes sir.”
“And it’s not just going to hurt today,” he continued, releasing her cheek and returning to smacking the top of her bottom. “When you sit down tomorrow or the next day, you’re going to remember this spanking.”
“I’m very naughty, please make sure I remember this spanking.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could catch them. It hadn’t crossed her mind that she was naughty or that she was being punished for something in particular. And yet, the words felt right. She was naughty,;she did deserve to be reminded of it.
Ben didn’t miss a beat. “Oh I’ll make sure of it. We’re going to spank all of that naughtiness right out of you and then spank you some more.”
The spoon landed harder and harder. She was starting to whimper. He took hold of her right cheek and brought down a series in the same place.
“Oww, oww, owww,” she whispered.
“That’s the spot,” he murmured.
More spanks fell across her thighs and she squeezed her hands together in front of her.
“Owww, owww, please sir.” And yet he seemed to just be hitting his full stride. The smacks were raining down now and she was struggling to maintain her composure.
“Keep that ass up,” he commanded. “I don’t want to see you pull away from me again. You have earned this punishment and you will keep your ass up to accept this punishment.”
She responded by arching her back again, exposing herself to the increasingly harsh blows. He started in again on the insides of her cheeks, snapping the spoon down on the exposed skin, drawing tears to her eyes. It was too much to bear, she thought.
“Erin I’m not going to tell you again to keep that ass up and legs apart.”
“I’m sorry sir.” She was almost in tears now. She raised her bottom again, and the spoon came down in a series of rapid thwacks.
**thwack* *thwack* *thwack* *thwack* *thwack**
Erin couldn’t take it any longer and reached a hand back to shield herself. The spoon caught her on the finger and she pulled her hand back in front of her.
“That’s it,” he said. “You want to see what happens when you disobey me?”
Her voice cracked. “No sir, I’m sorry sir. I just couldn’t–”
“Get up.”
“I’m sor–”
“I said get up now.”
She lifted herself off of him onto her knees and he stood facing her. “On your back.”
“What–I don’t understand.”
“Lay down on your back.”
She stood and then got back onto the couch again, this time looking up at the ceiling. Her heart beat was rising rapidly.
“Get your legs up,” he said. “Grab behind your knees and pull them back.”
She raised her legs from the couch and followed his instructions, so that her bottom and thighs were upturned and available. She immediately understood why this was a punishment within a punishment—more than ever she felt put on display. Then she heard it, the unmistakable clink of a metal buckle being unlatched and the sound of a leather belt being pulled from its belt loops. She knew then what was about to happen.
“Noooo please sir,” she said. “I’m sorry, I won’t move again.”
“Legs up Erin and keep your knees together,” he said, folding the belt in half, holding it by the buckle end. “Don’t move your hands or we’ll start all over.”
The first stroke caught her across the cheeks, and she yelped. The position has stretched her skin tight so that the leather felt like a flame against it. She saw him draw back and shut her eyes before the second stroke landed with a crack. Then a third, then a fourth.
“You will learn to behave,” he said, delivering another. “You will learn to keep in position.” Another crack across her thighs. For the first time tears began to form in her eyes and she let out a sob.
“I’m sorry sir,” she said.
“I bet you are,” he said, delivering another and then another. “I wasn’t planning on giving you a belt whipping today, but you earned it.”
He shifted positions and the belt caught her pussy lips just barely, but enough to sting. It took everything she had to keep from moving her hands, and it was the final straw: she started to cry in earnest now, whimpering and sobbing.
“Do you think you can stay still now?” he asked, the belt cracking again.
“Yes sir–” she said through her tears.
“Do you think you can behave?” The belt landed across her thighs.
“Yes sir.”
“Do I need to whip you any more?” **crack**
“No sir.”
“I want you to thank me for whipping you.” **crack** “I want you to say ‘Thank you for whipping me, sir.’”
“Thank you for whipping me sir,” she said, her voice shaking.
**crack**
“Say it again.”
“Thank you for whipping me sir.”
**crack**
“Why don’t you just continue to say that until I’m done.”
“Thank you for whipping me sir.” **crack** He increased his pace. She couldn’t get the words out fast enough, and was almost shouting at him. “Thank you for whipping me sir, thank you for whipping me sir thank you for whipping me sir thank you forwhipping me sir.”
Another caught her pussy lips. “Owwww please thankyouforwhippingmesir thankyouforwhippingme sir.”
At last he stopped and put the belt down on the table. He was breathing heavily. “Get up and get back over my lap we’re not quite done here.”
She rolled off the couch, clutching her bottom which was hot and, she was sure, bruised. He sat down and she climbed back over him.
“Bottom. Up.” he said with a finality that didn’t leave room for disagreement.
She lifted her bottom into the air again, spread her knees, and wiped her nose with the side of her hand. She felt him reach across her to retrieve the wooden spoon from the table. The tears started with the very first smack. Whatever reservations she had held about making a scene before had now vanished. She sobbed when he brought the spoon down on her thighs, and started crying in earnest when he spanked the inside of her cheeks again. And yet she didn’t move or try to block him. She was his to do with as he pleased–his miserable, submissive spankee. Let him spank her where he wanted–she would take it. If he thought she deserved more punishment, then she would let him deliver it. She would have let him tie her up, flog her tits, fig her asshole–whatever he wanted, she was his now.
All at once though it was over and he returned the spoon to the table.
“Get up Erin,” he said. She pulled herself off him, still blubbering, and reached back to rub her bottom.
He grabbed two pillows from the couch and placed them near the corner. “Take off your shirt and bra,” he said, and she stripped both off, letting her breasts hang naked in front him. She had no clothes now.
“Kneel on these pillows. Knees apart. Head to the floor.”
Wiping away tears, she hurried to the pillows and spread her knees as far apart as they would go, then lowered her cheek to the wood floor, exposing her sore bottom and pussy to the room.
“Good, just like that,” he said. He knelt down beside her and ran his fingers over her cheeks. “You’re going to be bruised tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, savoring the touch of his fingers.
“I think you’re finally starting to learn discipline. But we’re going to make sure you don’t forget it,” he said. “Stay like this until I come back for you.”
“Yes sir,” she said, almost adding but deciding against it at the last minute: “anything you want sir, anything at all.”
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