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At exactly 9:30, Lauren walked out of her room carrying her paddle, strap, and apology letter. She placed them on the coffee table, then took off her shoes and jeans, folding the latter and placing them on the table also.
She then walked over to the corner she had spent facing for so long yesterday and pulled her panties down, ensuring that they turned inside out and rested halfway between her knees and the fully-up position. It was in one way a little bit of a relief to pull her panties down; with her remaining pubic hair cut so short, it was stiff and caused a lot of itchiness as it brushed up against the inside of her panties. With that thought, she allowed herself a momentary break in position for a quick scratch, then returned her hands to the top of her head and waited.
“Lauren, come over here.” She took a deep breath. This was it. She was going to get the longest, hardest spanking she had ever gotten. She turned and shuffled over to Don, careful to keep her fingers laced behind her head and her panties above her knees.
Don looked her up and down and then reached out to gently brush her tiny pubic triangle. “Good job with your pussy, Lauren.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“How much did that cost you?”
“$120, sir.”
He whistled. “That’s going to be difficult to maintain on $400 per month, huh?”
“Now that it’s done, sir, I think I can maintain it with a razor on my own.”
“Good. The whole point of that rule is an exercise in discipline. If I wanted to make it easy for you, I would have just told you to shave completely. Read me your letter.”
She leaned over to pick up the letter, then began without any introduction.
Sir,
I want to take this opportunity to apologize for my long history of disrespect to men. I think I have always known that it was wrong for me to treat men as equals. I am not under the common illusion that respect is a two-way street. It is one-way—younger to elder, female to male, inferior to superior—and granted in the other direction only at the pleasure of the superior. I need to be spanked for my past transgressions, sir, and I thank you for taking the time to discipline me. I am sure that this will not be the last time that I need to be punished, but I will strive to treat all men with the proper respect in the future.
This behavior is wrong, sir, because it is not proper for me to fail to treat men with their due deference. It is compounded by the fact that I have allowed myself to be placed in positions of authority over men which has created the false belief that it is appropriate for me to give them commands instead of requests and that I do not have to treat their requests as commands. I know now that this is wrong, and I will strive to treat every request from a man as a command from you. I will also address them all properly as “sir” or “Mr.” plus their last name.
I sincerely hope that you will punish me severely for my past transgressions, sir.
Respectfully,
Lauren
By the end, Lauren found that she was already fighting back tears. She waited nervously for Don’s response. He frowned. “Lauren, you had two tasks to accomplish last night. What were they?”
She thought for a moment, confused. “Oh. I had to write a letter of apology and trim my . . . my pussy, sir.”
He reached out casually and traced a finger around the outline of her pus—of her pubic triangle. She was NOT going to start thinking that word even if she did have to say it! “And you did a good job with the second. But what was the criterion for the letter, Lauren.”
She thought again for a moment. “It was supposed to be 1000 words long, sir.”
“Right. That letter you just read to me is nowhere near long enough, Lauren. I guess I know that the only way to get you to do what you’re supposed to is to promise you a harsh punishment if you fail. But don’t worry, you’re going to get an extra special punishment for this failure, too.”
“I—I’m sorry, si—”
“This is absolutely unacceptable, Lauren, and I am not going to listen to any excuses. No, here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to get the punishment that I promised you right now. Tomorrow, at this same time, you are going to read me a proper-length apology letter, and then I am going to tell you what your punishment for this little bit of defiance is going to be. And I promise you, Lauren, you are going to find the punishment humiliating—but no moreso than you deserve for your improperly superior attitude toward men all these years.” Humiliating? She was a grown woman about to be spanked. She was forced to stand here half-naked in front of the man who was about to give the spanking. And she no longer had control over how she trimmed her own pus—pubic area. What could possibly be MORE humiliating? “Do you understand me, Lauren?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Then, get over my knee, and let’s get this started.”
She complied without hesitation. As she bent over, however, Don moved his right leg so that she was only over his left leg. He brought his right leg back to pin her legs from behind. As Lauren settled in, Don rested his hand on her left cheek, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing her crack. “As always, Lauren, you will not interfere with the spanking, swear, or tell me that you can’t take any more. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, it is, of course, important that you understand why you are being spanked. Otherwise, the punishment wouldn’t be as effective. So, tell me, Lauren, why are you about to get the longest, hardest spanking of your life?”
“Sir, you’re about to spank me for my history of being disrespectful toward men and taking a superior attitude toward them. I’m very sorry, sir.”
“I’m sure you are. The question is, are you sorry for being disrespectful toward men, or sorry because you’re about to be spanked for being disrespectful toward men?”
“I’m sorry for being disrespectful toward men, sir. It’s wrong, and I deserve. . . to be spanked.”
“Anything else, Lauren?”
“Sir, can I. . . can I know how many spanks I’m going to get?” She looked back over her shoulder pleadingly.
Don pursed his lips for a moment. “I had intended for your not knowing how long the spanking was going to last to be part of your punishment, Lauren, but I’ll meet you half-way. Today, you are going to get more with my hand than with the paddle and more with the paddle than with the strap. Now let’s get started.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Right from the start. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It was clear that Don had not been exaggerating. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! When he had promised her her hardest spanking ever.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lauren had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t cry. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! At least through the first session. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! But she quickly realized that that was a promise in vain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! As the tears turned to sobbing, she acted. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Half on thought and half on instinct.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lauren clenched her butt cheeks together as hard as she could.
THWAP! THWAP! “Damn it! Knock it off Lauren!”
She ignored him until she felt him prying her cheeks apart and touching the rim of her anus. “Lauren, I’m quite sure I can think of ways to make it uncomfortable for you to clench.”
She unclenched immediately but turned and looked over her shoulder imploringly. “Please, sir, just not so hard. I can’t take much more like this.”
Don stared back for a moment before moving his right leg to free Lauren’s. “Roll over, Lauren.”
She did so, confused and unsure of what to do with her arms now that she was laying on her back on Don’s lap. She settled for using them to keep her t-shirt covering her breasts. Don traced his left index finger around her navel and his right index finger around her pubic hair.
“Lauren, we are barely into the warm up of what is going to be a long, hard spanking, so you had better get any ideas of leniency out of your head. I already warned you once, so consider this your final warning: do not tell me you can’t take any more. Do you understand?”
Lauren gulped, “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Then roll back over.” She did so, and Don restarted without further comment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! If anything. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spanks. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Were even. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Harder now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And now. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He switched from smacking. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Both cheeks. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! At once. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! To striking. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! First one cheek. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then the next. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Six times in a row. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! VERY hard.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Despite her best efforts. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lauren was sobbing. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And kicking her legs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “I’m sorry. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “I’ll be. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “More respectful.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And Lauren couldn’t manage. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! To get any more out. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! As Don finished. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! In a flurry. . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Of the hardest spanks yet.
SMACK!
“Get up, Lauren.”
She did so, still choking back sobs, and was surprised to discover that her panties hadn’t moved much despite all of her kicking. Don stood with her, grabbed her left arm to turn her around, and gave one more sharp smack to her left cheek. “In the corner, Lauren. I’ll call you over when it’s time for your next set.”
“Yes [sob] sir.” She shuffled over to the corner, grasping her forearms behind her back in what she had come to think of as Position 2, and waited with her nose against the wall.
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