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Lauren took a deep breath and steeled herself. It had been three weeks since her inaugural spanking and paddling from Don. Since then, he had only spanked her twice, and both had been brief affairs on the seat of her panties. Frankly, she wasn’t getting the discipline that she wanted, but she hadn’t figured out how to tell him, yet.
Don was eating his breakfast and doing some paperwork. Lauren picked up a section of the newspaper and pretended to be reading it as she walked over to the table and—intentionally—knocked over his orange juice.
He sprung up to move the paperwork. “Dammit, Lauren! Watch what you’re doing!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Don.” Watch what I’m doing? I should be over his lap right now crying and apologizing. And I shouldn’t even be thinking about calling him by his first name.
Don’s quick reaction had saved most of the paperwork. A rush of inspiration, and Lauren decided to just speak her mind. “Don, I . . . I need you to be stricter with me.”
He looked up, a little stunned, as orange juice dripped onto the tile floor. His expression quickly turned to anger. “Ok, Lauren, if that’s what you want, pull down your shorts and panties, and go stand in the corner.”
Without another word, Lauren pulled down her shorts and panties—making sure that the latter turned inside out—and shuffled over to place her nose in the corner that Don had pointed at. Immediately, she began to feel regret. It wasn’t like she liked being spanked—on the contrary, she found it painful and humiliating—it was just that she needed to know it was a possibility. And it looked like it was a very real possibility, now.
She stood there for a good long while—to the point that her shoulders were starting to get sore from keeping her hands on top of her head. She could hear Don typing in his room. What was he doing? What was taking so long? Couldn’t he just spank her and be done with it?
She heard Don walk out of his room and tensed up. This is it, she thought. Here comes the spanking. But instead, she heard him open and shut the fridge and then head back into his room. The sight of the wall in front of her was beginning to get boring, but she didn’t dare turn to look around. One of Don’s rules was that when he told her to stand in the corner, he meant nose to the wall. If he caught her doing anything else, it would only make her punishment worse.
Finally, she heard something being printed and heard Don walk out into the living room a few moments later.
“Lauren, come here.” Lauren turned and obeyed, suddenly feeling the tumbling in her stomach and the tingling in her butt that preceded every spanking. She shuffled over to Don. He sat on an armless chair in the middle of the living room. On the coffee table next to him was a stack of papers marked with yellow highlighter. She was curious about the papers but knew better than to ask.
“Lauren, earlier this morning, you were either being careless or were intentionally acting out in order to get attention. Either behavior is unacceptable, so I’m going to spank you either way, but I want to know which it was. Did you knock over my glass on purpose or not?”
Lauren gulped. “I knocked it over on purpose, sir.”
“I see. Over my lap, Lauren.”
She lowered herself into position, feeling intense vulnerability at offering her butt to Don for punishment.
SMACK!
“The lesson I want you to learn, Lauren . . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
“is that you will communicate directly with me. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
“when you need an issue addressed.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
“Do you understand me?”
The ten smacks had been delivered hard to the bottom of both cheeks. Lauren felt her lips trembling but was proud that she hadn’t quite broken out crying, yet. “Yes, sir.” Her voice did crack, though.
“Good.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Her fortitude didn’t last long, however, and Lauren was soon bawling and kicking her legs.
Don paused for a second and wrapped his right leg around both of hers before continuing.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“I don’t want to have to repeat this lesson, Lauren. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” [sob] “s-sir.”
“Good.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The final nine alternated between cheeks, leaving no part of Lauren’s bottom unmarred.
“Get up, Lauren.”
She pushed herself up and accepted and used an offered tissue before assuming the required position with her hands on top of her head.
Don picked up the papers from the coffee table next to him. “This, Lauren, is our new contract.” He held out the stack along with a pen. “I want you to initial where I’ve highlighted next to each clause and sign the bottom of each page.”
Lauren accepted the paperwork and began reading it. “I, Lauren M. Hill, hereafter referred to as, ‘the Disciplinee,’ agree to the following terms—”
“Lauren, what are you doing?”
“I’m . . . reading the contract, sir.”
Don snatched the papers out of her hand and pulled the startled woman back over his lap in one smooth motion. “That’s not what you were told to do, Lauren.”
“You are going to learn. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Her already sore behind blazed anew.
“to do as you are told. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“not what you want.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“You had better. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“start. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“listening. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“or you are going to spend. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“a lot of time. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“in this position. . .” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“Do you think you can do as you’re told, now, Lauren?”
“Y-yes,” [sob] “s-sir. I—I’m s-sorry.”
“Then get up, and sign the contract.”
Lauren pushed herself up once again and started scribbling her initials in all of the highlighted spots and signing at the bottom of each page on the new contract. When she was finished she placed the contract back on the table and straightened with her hands on top of her head. Don looked through the contract before standing, grabbing her left arm, and turning her back toward her former corner. “Good.” SMACK. The spank startled her enough to make her jump and resume crying. “Now go stand back in your corner until I’m ready to deal with you.”
She shuffled to the corner, still sobbing, and placed her nose against the wall. What had she gotten herself into?
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