Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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He began work on Miss Craven's garden at the agreed time the following Monday. She occasionally brought him out a cup of tea and inspected his progress, but other than that he saw little of her during the following week and she didn't seem interested in engaging him in conversation. After the second I was crying. I got three on each hand. Afterwards she gave me a hug, again said she was sorry she had to strap me, but she couldn't allow me to talk in class. She also said that if I felt I needed to be strapped again in the future she wanted me to come and tell her after class and not disrupt the class. She made me promise that if I wanted the strap again I'd tell her. I got another brief hug and was told to go to the bathroom down the hall to wash up and then rejoin the class. Now cum for mommy, dear boy! I want to feel you cum inside me...NOW!” growled Kim and with that command, Mark shot his load into Kim’s waiting womanhood and she yelped as her own orgasm followed. Stings pretty good doesn’t it honey?” Val asked. No shit, I thought. But I certainly wasn’t going to swear – not in my current position! “Yes ma’am,” I answered honestly.

Come in, Thomas," she said firmly, leading him to a large oak study, then sitting down behind a desk to face him. After the warmup came the "real" spanking, which was much shorter and simpler, consisting of a dozen or so lashes with a strop or switch or big paddle. I want to tell you about how my Aunt Jenny (whom I was living with full time) gave me and my cousins a severe spanking with the strap. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place.

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You do look rather sore," she said after a few moments, as her hand continued to caress his blazing bottom. "If I did agree to postpone the remainder I would need to be quite sure that you would return." The following year the invitation was reciprocated and we went to the US to stay with them. By then I was 14, almost turning 15. Well, as I said, maths isn't my best subject, but I've worked out that if the interest was, say, five per cent a year, then I'd owe you twenty-six apples. Does that sound right to you, Thomas?"

Shayla and I looked at each other in surprise. We weren't sure what to make of this, but the truth was that we'd both enjoyed spanking each other and it was certainly far better than Mom doing it, so we didn't argue. We just nodded and went up to our room to strip and spank each other. They both gave me quite a going over. The hand portion was so vigorous it hurt, but it was only a few minutes from each. Then they started with the hairbrush and really gave it to me. They took turns, so it was like five minutes from Shayla and then five from Dana. And then that was repeated twice more! Thank you," Carly said. "I'll throw myself on Miss Roberts' mercy. I deserve none." She deserved a severe thrashing. Facing Miss Roberts after what she'd done would test her guts. She hoped she'd acquit herself with dignity. A devastating thrashing was inevitable. Nothing else would serve justice.

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Not long after that Dana was off at a college and it was mainly just Shayla and I spanking each other. A few times a year Dana would return home and on at least two occasions, we told her she deserved a spanking and we each gave her a really good one. She didn't seem to mind and went along with it. You can have a dozen if you like," Thomas called out cheerfully from half way up the tree, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his bravery, as his two friends watched him from the other side of the gate. Thomas could think of nothing to say, and after a few moments Miss Craven seemed to forget the past. All through high school this became the new tradition. It was soon so routine for us to warm each other up that we did it without Mom even telling us. Like once we got our report cards and Shayla and I knew we were in for it. (Mom spanked for anything below a B.) Dana's report was marginal, but she said what the hey and joined us.

Mom just didn't have time to spank us the way she wanted. Traditionally, she always started us out with a long bottom-warming with her hand. She did this even though we were quite grown up (so we thought). I think she valued the humiliation aspect of being draped across her lap with our bare bottoms on show while she spanked us like little girls.Touching her fresh burning welts, she'd got turned on in her bedroom, driving explosive orgasms as she re-lived her authoritative professional caning. Shayla and I looked at each other and finally shrugged. "Let's get it over with," I said, and I went to my sister's side. We were both still naked, so there was no need for a complicated disrobing. I just laid across Shayla's lap and she began to slap my ass. That's when the phone rang and we thought we'd gotten a reprieve, because Mom had an emergency call-up at the hospital. She had to run right then. Shayla and I were so relieved! I curled up in bed that night, almost in foetal position, the event playing over and over in my mind. Mam's words to me when I first enrolled at that school...assuring me that 'it would be alright...the teachers took care of everyone.' The streetwise boy in the queue advising me 'not to cry when belted', and the young girl who received the double punishment, appearing to accept this as an inevitable part of her life. Kim was very inventive in finding ways to bind and torture him. There was no pattern. She would sometimes bind him and ignore him. She would treat him like a footstool while watching TV. She would tease him mercilessly and delay his climax. He would be tied down and his body used for her pleasure.

Thomas was unable to put Miss Craven out of his mind for the rest of the week. He was almost desperate to know if she was the same lady who had threatened him with the cane. The thought excited him and scared him. A woman experienced with corporal punishment discovers _real_ discipline when her new boyfriend puts her over his knee. (1,439 words.) Chris,” I heard my dad call from the next room, “come in here, please.” I was really nervous now. When I entered the bedroom, Dad was sitting on the bed with a very stern look on his face. He was quite calm. He immediately began to tell me how disappointed he was, how important it was to do well in school etc. I'm sure we went overboard and punished ourselves way harder than Mom ever would have. There was one time when we used the big paddle and strap and then Dana insisted on a little switching to finish things off. People liked to call us triplets, but only Shayla and I were born on the same day. Dana was born a year earlier. Raising three girls so close in age was a challenge for Mom, as you can imagine, but she made it work. Her secret was strict discipline.Bending low over Miss Roberts' vast pine desk, shame shook Carly. Gripping the edge with her fingertips, she presented her thin white cotton panties for punishment. Her punishment must hurt her. She hadn't trusted her mum to understand. She hadn't trusted Miss Roberts, and she hadn't trusted herself. I thought so," she said in the same quiet voice. "I think you're going to be sorry to get your wish. I'm going to strap you and I'm going to do a good job. Now, hold out your hand." Panting hard over the desk, Carly couldn't fathom her agony. The cane cut a fresh welt, sizzling her skin. She concentrated on her behavior. She wished she'd stood up to her mom. Sharp pain tenderized her flesh in explicit agreement. In the cloakroom I learned what it was that she said to the students. In a quiet voice she told me she was sorry she had to strap me, but she felt I'd been wanting to be strapped for a long time and that afternoon I had talked in class just to get her to strap me.