Certificate of Correction Pt 3
When I awoke the next morning, Karen was already up. I could hear her rustling
around in the kitchen. She heard me in the bathroom and called to me, telling me
to come on down for breakfast. "And don't bother to dress!" she admonished in a
sing-song lilt. I staggered downstairs in my t-shirt and boxer shorts to find
Karen in a flimsy nighty bouncing about in the kitchen. At her command I sat
down and was treated to a hearty breakfast served by Karen in the little pink
baby doll neglige that hid little. My penis gave a little twitch at the sight of
those luscious breasts and her jouncy rear end. I noticed that her ass seemed
yet a bit pink from the previous night's festivities. Hmmm....I was starting to
get worked up again, all right. We sat down and ate. I was eying Karen as
hungrily as the eggs, and I was famished.
"Are you done?" she said over our third cup of coffee. "Because if you are, I
want to continue our experiment," she said grinning.
Mmmm boy, I thought. You bet I want to get my hands on those pnuematic buns of
hers again.
"Are you sure you are up for this again?" I said with genuine concern. "Your
fanny still looks pinkish."
"Oh, you're not going to smack MY bottom this morning........oh no," she said
giggling.
Then it dawned on me.
"Wait a minute...you don't mean to..."
"Oh yes I do! Come on Rollin. You agreed to help me. I now know what a smacking
with that spanker is like ...thank you very much," she said, lifting and giving
her rear end a rub," but I also need to know how to give one."
I choked on the coffee. "You've got to be kidding. You want to smack ME with
that thing?"
Karen huffed, "What's the matter, .....are you chicken? To take a little
spanking from a girl? A strong, brave guy like you?"
I was trapped and I knew it. I mumbled a surly ok. Karen broke into a big smile,
and said, "Good boy," pinching my cheek playfully. There was silence for a
moment.
"Well.... no time like the present for giving my brave boy his spanking. Come
with me young man," she said with a mock serious tone.
We got up from the table and Karen took my arm and led me into the living room
where the Sandal lay on the coffee table. Karen sat down and crooked her finger,
grinning all the while, beckoning me to her side. I sighed and shuffled to her
side reluctantly. She patted her thighs and I draped myself across her lap. She
leaned over, her breasts brushing against my back, and took up the spanker.
"Lift up Rollin. This is the moment of truth for all naughty boys." I obeyed and
felt her fingers in the waistband of my shorts. She tugged my boxers to my knees
fully baring my hind end. A cool breeze fanned my rear as she patted it with the
spanker. She gave my fanny a few more tentative taps and said: "I am going to
give you what I think they call a good SOUND spanking! Now don't move. Be brave.
After all I took mine, so you should take yours."
Then she started to smack. She was tentative at first and the first few spanks
were tingly and somewhat pleasant. Then she really got into it, putting some
force behind the blows, and my bottom started to heat up. I felt solid hard slow
smacks for about the first ten then she switched to a rapid cadence for the next
ten. My bottom started to really sting as she laid on smack after smack,
alternating one side at a time, sometimes right across the middle. I could
imagine what she looked like, a determined look on her pretty face, arm
flashing in the air, breasts heaving and then bringing the Sandal down with a
loud smack. My body gave a jerk with each sonorous smack! that landed. I gasped
and wriggled. My sit-spot was heating up and I knew my buns must be getting red
by now.
"How (smack!) does this (smack!) feel (smack!) Rollin? "( Smack! smack! smack!)
"Oww....it stings."
"Good.(smack! smack!). You probably deserve it for all the stuff (smack! smack!)
you got away with when you (smack!) were (smack!) a kid. (Smack! smack! smack!)"
"Yeowww...ouch ...ow ....ouch. That's enough....stop!"
"No...not yet...tell me is it worse with slow even spanks like this?
(smack!.....smack!.....smack!......smack!), or fast spanks---- all at once like
this?" smack!spank!swat!whap!smack!crack!spank!
"Ow...ow...ow..ow....they're both bad", I yelped, "Now for god's sake stop!"
"Just a few more good hard ones, Rollin. I'm pretending you are a naughty 16
year old truant. This(smack!) will (smack!) teach(smack!) you(smack!) to get to
school(Smack! whack! swat! spank!whap!)"
"ouch..ouch...ow..ooh...Karen...stop now? ok?"
I imagine I looked like a 16 year old truant lying over her knee with a beet red
bottom and howling for mercy after a good licking from the truant officer. She
stopped and I hopped up off her lap rubbing my flaming buns and doing a little
dance as I ooh'ed and ahh'ed. As the fire subsided to a hot glow, amazingly, my
cock began to harden again. I contemplated Karen's barely concealed charms in
the little nighty. Karen reached out and took my throbbing member in her hand.
"Ohhh...is this for me? Maybe there is some benefit after all to a good old
fashioned spanking for you, Rollin. We may have to do this again. I know it
turned me on."
And with that she stood up and doffed the flimsy nighty to reveal her glorious
nakedness. While I stood she knelt and took me in her mouth until I could stand
no more. I pulled her up and flung her to the couch. She was more than ready and
I slid right in. We commenced to fuck furiously, building quickly to a climax.
We rested awhile in each other's arms then started up again, this time very
slowly. And so it went...
We made love all weekend, just friends no more. All too soon it became Monday
morning.
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We met at her place after work. Karen was bustling around in the kitchen fixing
a casserole. I could tell she was bursting to tell me about her day and I was
curious about her case that she had mentioned, a girl named Antonia DuBois.
"You would'nt believe my day!" she said. "Wow, what an education."
"I'm all ears. Did little miss Antonia get her botty smacked?"
"And how! But that's not the half of it. I got to the office down at Juvenile
and about 10am I get this call on the intercom from Eva Findje. She's been there
for a while. She's in her late 30's tall, short platinum blonde hair, a real
nordic goddess type. She wants me to witness corporal punishment. See, whenever
we are going to administer CP at our level, which we have authority to do, we
have to call in another case officer as a witness. Well, I haven't been there
that long so it was my first. I had noticed this kid, about 15 and his mother
coming in earlier and they went into Eva's office. I didn't think any more about
it until I got the call. So anyway I go down to Eva's office and this kid, his
name was Ricky, he's sitting there white as a sheet. Eva told me later that when
he came in he was snotty and rude. That was one of the reasons Eva decided on
CP. It seems Ricky is on probation for repeated curfew arrests and last night
the cops picked him up again. He spent the night in Juvie and his mom was there
to pick him up. They brought him in when his mom arrived and he starts mouthing
off to Eva. Big mistake. Eva tells Ricky she won't tolerate disrespect and his
mother says that he is rude to her all the time. Eva tells his mom that a good
hard spanking might help to fix that and his mom agrees. Now Ricky is starting
to sweat. Eva then decides that administrative CP is called for and calls me
in."
"As I walk in Ricky is sitting there wringing his hands and Eva is writing on a
form. It's the form we all fill out when we are going to dish out administrative
CP. I notice she puts Ricky down for 50 licks. Ricky starts to plead with his
mom who just shakes her head. She tells him he has had this coming for a long
time. Eva opens a drawer and takes out the Sandal. Ricky's eyes get as big as
saucers. Eva stands up to her full 5'11" height and says 'Lets go, Ricky.' Ricky
cringes but his mom pushes him out the door. Eva is in front tapping that paddle
in her hand and her heels click as we walk down the hall. At the admin desk Eva
asks Julie if room 211 is vacant. She gives Ricky this big evil grin and says,
"go right in, no waiting." Eva tells Ricky to go inside."
"Once inside Eva sits on the bench. This is a wide black padded exercise bench
like you'd find at the gym, except that is has a vertical back in the middle.
This was the old model spanking bench and they still use them for younger kids.
Anyway Eva demands that Ricky put out his hands. She secures them with soft
restraints, then positions Ricky to her right. She undoes his belt, unzips his
fly and pulls his pants down. Ricky is blubbering and protesting, but mom just
shakes her head, no. Eva pulls Ricky right over her knee and props him so that
his fanny is the highest point of his body. Then she takes his underpants down.
Ricky is really squealing now, begging to be let off."
"Eva tells Ricky he is getting 50 licks and she asks me to count. I nod and she
brings that little spanker down on Ricky's little bottom with a loud crack. She
really puts it to him. Eva spanks slow and hard. She must have taken 5 minutes
to give Ricky his 50 swats and I bet it was the longest 5 minutes of his young
life. Each smack was deliberate and given as hard as she could make it. Eva does
not hold back. He really got a good tanning. He squealed like a stuck pig with
every spank and that was a lot of squealing because she spaced the spanks about
10 seconds apart. Ricky's fanny went from white to pink to cherry red. He tried
kicking his legs but Eva held him down and just kept spanking one cheek then the
other. I think it hurt more than a fast spanking because he had time to absorb
each one and think about the next."
"Ricky is crying real tears now and begging Eva to stop. She lectures him
between each lick of the final 10. I guess she wanted to make sure the lesson
was driven home. Finally she lets him up. Ricky hops up and does this frantic
little dance, rubbing his red butt, oblivious to the fact that three women are
watching. Finally he "comes to" , so to speak and pulls his pants back up. You
should have seen it! His face was as red as his fanny."
"Eva shakes the paddle at him and says something like 'Let that be a good
lesson, young man. Don't let me find you back here again!' Then Ricky's mom
turns to Eva and asks her in this oh-so- sweet voice where can she find one of
those Sandal paddles. You should have seen the look on Ricky's face after that
one. It was priceless."
"Sounds like an interesting start to the day," I ventured.
"It gets better. After watching Eva, I know what the drill is, and after
ah...practicing on you, I think I know how to do this."
"Well, I would hope my participation in your 'experiment' was of some help," I
said dryly. "What happened next?"
"I think I told you about this case. There's this girl. Antonia DuBois. Snooty.
Rich girl. She's a truant, an habitual one. School authorities complain to us
and we have to process them through here. In a lot of states she'd get the
paddle at school but I guess we aren't as enlightened here. Anyway, now its a
probation violation. I don't want to take it to court, what are they going to
do?"
"Make her get a Certificate?" I ventured.
"Maybe after a few more violations, the court would recommend that. But I wanted
to nip it in the bud now. I thought maybe a short painful shock to Miss
Antonia's fundament might put her back on the bus and get her out of our hair.
We really have bigger problems, like shoplifting and drinking and drugs."
"So she comes in with her mother who I can see is at her wit's end with this
child. She's a very pretty girl, she has to be popular. You know, short blonde
hair in a pageboy style, nice figure, about 5'7", long legs, cute face. Drives
the boys to distraction for sure. A real man killer.
"So we start to talk. I explain that legally she must be in school at her age.
She is sullen and snippy, as if this whole thing is some big inconvenience for
her. Her mother chimes in, echoing what I'm saying, but Antonia just rolls her
eyes. I turn to her mother and say something like 'it looks like we are not
making an impression here.' Her mother nods and then I drop the bomb. In a
matter-of-fact voice I tell Antonia that in view of her attitude I think the
administration of case officer level CP is appropriate.
Antonia does not know what this means. 'In lieu of reporting this violation to
the court, I am proposing a non-formal sanction in this case and hope that
afterwards you learn to comply with the conditions of your probation.' Antonia
still doesn't get it. Light is beginning to dawn on her mom's face though, and
she just eyes her daughter and smiles. Antonia just wears this puzzled
expression. I decide to buzz Eva. I tell her that I'm about to administer CP and
I need a witness. Antonia is becoming alarmed now, and says 'What is this?'
"I say 'In a moment Antonia you and I and your mother, if she wishes, and a
coworker who will witness this, will take a little walk down the hall to room
211. There I will sit on a low padded bench and you will lift your dress and
place yourself across my knee for some much-needed correction. You will receive
a good spanking from me of 50 smacks on your bare backside with this', and I
pull the Sandal out of my drawer and plop it on the desk. She stares at it, eyes
wide, mouth hanging open. 'No..no...you can't do this to me.' Antonia turns to
her mom now, 'Can she mom? Can she really do this?' Mom just lifts her eyebrows
and shrugs and says, 'I think she can, dear. It's the law.'
Mom is tickled pink. She's probably tried everything with Antonia and nothing's
worked. Now we've got her attention. Then Eva arrives and the sight of this tall
stern-looking woman seems to intimidate Antonia even more. I tell Eva very
matter-of-factly that I'm going to administer a spanking to Antonia. Eva nods
and folds her arms. Antonia is licking her lips and squirming while I take my
time filling out the paperwork. I have Eva initial as a witness then say 'ok,
Antonia, lets go get this over with.'Antonia looks at mom and pleads, 'Mom, tell
her no--she can't do this to me!' Mom just shrugs and says 'Sorry, darling, I
think they can.' Antonia is wild-eyed and panicky now. She can't believe this is
happening.
We walk down the hall. This time I'm leading the little parade. Room 211 is
empty so we all go in. I sit down and tell Antonia to get herself right over my
knee. Her mother stops her and for a moment I think we are going to have a
problem, but her mother says, 'this is to be on her bare bottom, right?' We nod
and she says, 'alright then Antonia, take off that dress. I don't want it
wrinkled.' Antonia begs, 'please no', but mom is adamant. Antonia pulls the
dress off. Now she is in her bra and panties with a garter belt, no less--can
you believe it?--and hose. She must have thought she was going to lunch at the
country club instead of going to get her bottom tanned. I look at Antonia and
pat my thighs. Antonia looks beseechingly at mom and says, 'do I have to?'. Mom
says that she better do as I say. Antonia puts herself across my lap as I push
back against the support. I arrange her so that her hind end is over my right
leg. This way I can lift her little derriere up so I can get at it better. Eva
taught me this. Anyway I tell Antonia to lift up a little so I can skin her
panties down. Then I picked up the Sandal and started spanking 1...2...3, like
that. I think its better to spank with hard slow smacks rather than a fast
flurry. It gives the kid time to appreciate the build-up of the sting. Boy, did
she jiggle and squirm. Every time I brought that paddle down on her nude little
hiney, she would jerk and yelp. Actually her hiney wasn't so little. She was
nearly fully developed and had a nice full round cheeked behind. I just kept on
smacking at a steady pace while Eva kept count. She started pleading and crying
by smack number 10. Each cheek wobbled when I smacked it. Your butt doesn't
wobble as much, Rollin."
"Not as much fun , huh?"
"oh..you..anyway I must have taken 5 or 6 minutes to give little miss Antonia
her fanny warming and she was crying and pleading for mercy and for mommy to
make it stop by the end of it. And her bottom....it was beet red and probably
stung like anything. I think I did a good job of it even if I do say so myself."
"I know from experience you can do a 'good job'".
"Well, anyway, that's my day. How was yours?"
"Not as interesting as that yet, but I think it's about to get a lot more
interesting."
"What do you mean, Rollin."
"Do you smell that? While you were regaling me with tales of smacked bottoms,
the dinner was burning."
"Oh no!" wailed Karen. "The casserole!" And she ran to pull the smoking dish out
of the oven. "Now we have to go out," she said ruefully.
"Not just yet", I said, making a show of rolling up my sleeve. "Do you know the
traditional penalty for girlfriends who burn dinner just so their boyfriends
will take them out?"
"Now wait a minute, Rollin" said Karen, backing up," You're not going to..."
"Oh yes I am young lady. If I have to buy you dinner you'll have to sit on a
well warmed bottom to eat it," I said with a wicked gleam in my eye.
Then Karen cracked a smile and the chase was on. Karen was as giggly as a
schoolgirl caught up in the excitement of being pursued by a determined male.
Around the table, into the living room I chased her. She tried to make a dash
for the bathroom where she could lock the door, but as she ran out from behind
the couch I caught her and tucked her under my arm.
She wiggled and squirmed, "Put me down, put me down right now."
"Oh,no, milady, now its time for your comeuppance."
I carried her over to the dining room and pulled out a chair. Seating myself I
plopped her face down across my lap. She was still half laughing as I pulled up
her dress to reveal her sumptious behind clad in brief satin panties.
"Rollin don't you dare!" She shrieked.
"Oh, yes my love, I think this lovely fanny needs a good warming."
I rubbed my hand across the jiggling mounds, patting and kneading the ripe
globes. Then I started to spank. The feel of a wobbly bottom under one's hand as
it smacks from cheek to cheek is really quite delicious. Heat builds up in the
hand (as it must in the recipient's rear end) and there is a springy resilient
quality in the feel as palm meets bottom. Each cheek flattens when struck and a
cute little shock wave expands outwardly. Then the flesh springs back to its
original shape. After warming her panties a bit I felt it was time to get down
to business. She shrieked anew, still giddy, as I pulled the brief satin panties
to her knees. What a sight! Two very round and very bare pouting bottom cheeks
perched over my knee, ready for more attention! With her lovely rear now denuded
I could see a pink flush and some faint handprints. Another delightful rubbing
made her coo. I slipped my fingers into the slit between her legs. Her arousal
was evident. I started to spank again, slowly, each spank making a loud splat!
sound. She wailed in mock distress and kicked her lovely legs as I smacked from
cheek to cheek. The wobble of each fanny cheek as I smacked it was mesmerizing.
I kept on spanking, the pink flush becoming darker, now almost red. From time to
time I stopped to pat and rub. The spanks were only medium hard, I did not want
to hurt her, but I did want it to sting. I was caught up in the age old drama of
the conquering male applying loving dominance to his sweetheart and the
sweetheart was loving every minute of it. She moaned in exctasy when I found her
clitoris and massaged it. She rose up, arching her buttocks in time to meet my
descending hand. For my part I was now as hard as blue steel.
"Woman are you going to prattle on about bare fanny spankings while dinner
burns?" Smack! smack! whap! splat! spank!
"Oh, no, sir I promise...never again!"
Smack! "Because if you do, (smack!) you will find youself (smack! crack!) over
my knees for a good tanning! (Smack! whack! Crack!)
"Owwww.....yes sir! Is that a threat or a promise, sir?"
Smack! smack! smack!
"Ouch...ouch!"
"Dont be impudent, woman!"
Smack! smack!
"whewwwww!.....that stings, sir!"
I stopped. I held her across my lap, both of us out of breath. I tenderly lifted
her upright. She stood and ruefully rubbed her bright red buttocks.
"Well" I said, "That was hard work. Now I'm famished. Let's go out."
Karen's eyes got as big as saucers. She grabbed my belt and pulled me to her for
a long wet kiss once she realized that I was having her on.
"Not on your life, mister. You haven't even started to earn your supper yet!"
We never made it out to dinner.
