Big Book of Spanking I

Chapter 9

“I’ll be over at noon,” she heard Michael’s brusque delivery.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she interjected, trying to initiate a conversation, maybe get inside his head to find out what was going on.

“I know, but you’ll understand just how sorry in a few hours.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he replied. “You’re going to be punished. And this won’t be some s****l tease.”

The phone clicked before she could reply. Now wide awake, she had four hours to endure before he arrived. Their conversation in bed a few weeks before suddenly came to mind. Quite out of the blue, he’d talked about lies, punishment, and real discipline. She’d assured him that he could always trust her. But now, just two weeks later, she’d lied and deceived him—as far as he was concerned—and she was awaiting the just desserts of her reckless night. How strange, as if he’d known then that their relationship would eventually come to this.

She’d never regretted a spanking before, the pleasure was always so wonderful after it was over, but he said she’d regret this one.

“My God, “she thought, “I wonder what he has in mind?”

By the time Amelia’s doorbell rang just before noon, she was showered, sober and fresh as she could be after three cups of coffee and several aspirin.

“Hi,” she said timidly as she let him in.

He nodded walking right by her.

Michael could be so damned cold, she thought as she looked at him, though there was something thrilling about the coldness that made her tingle right down to her toes. For some peculiar reason it made him even more handsome, his features even more pronounced. Oh, he was angry and put out and she’d pay! But it was all beginning to make her squirm with delight. If this was punishment she could handle it gladly!

Sitting on her couch, he said nothing.

“Can I get you anything? Lunch? Have you eaten?” she asked politely.

“No, not now. I’m waiting for your audience.”

“Audience?” She looked at him in shocked surprise.

“Yes, your audience.”

“What! Who?”

“I think this is the perfect occasion, don’t you?” She thought back to the day he’d joked about spanking her before an audience. Now he was serious!

She was almost in tears at the very thought. It suddenly dawned on her with incredible reality, that this was NOT one of his carefully designed “adventures in spanking”, this was going to be punishment, complete with someone looking on! His fierce upset with her was deeper that she’d imagined. Perhaps the night before she’d blown it with him more than she suspected. “What have I done, what have I done?” she worried.

The delightful s****l rush that raced through her earlier was disappearing fast.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and she answered, nervously wondering who was on the other side.

“Gary!” she exclaimed seeing her boss standing before her sporting a charming grin.

“Gary, come in!” Michael exclaimed warmly inviting him right past the shocked Amelia.

“I thought Gary might appreciate this little scene, Amelia. Since you work for him, I imagine he was as displeased with your behavior last night as I was.”

She looked at Gary, who looked back at her baffled, though he was perfectly willing to play Michael’s game. “She was a bit of a drunken tart, wasn’t she?” he recalled.

“Yes. She was. And today, you’ll get to witness how we handle these things in our relationship, perhaps if you’d known just how much Amelia enjoys this you’d still be together today.”

There was just a hint of arrogance in Michael’s voice as he spoke, while poor Gary had no clue.

“Go put on your garter belt and stockings and your highest heels,” Michael ordered, “I want the full effect.” His voice was as steely cold as his demeanor. She’d never seen him quite this severe. And complying, her heart thumped so hard, she thought she could hear it in her throat. She remembered what he’d said about an audience… he wanted someone that would haunt her. Michael couldn’t have picked a more perfect person than Gary. She’d pay for this moment for months in Gary’s crude comments and insinuations. The man would never let her live it down.

Amelia was already blushing as she re-entered the room, dressed this time as he’d ordered, in the black garter belt and stockings hidden beneath her long wide skirt. She’d slipped her highest heels knowing they would accentuate the curve of her bottom in a way that Michael especially liked.

Looking at Gary, it was obvious that he was still not sure what was about to transpire, though Michael didn’t leave him wondering for long.

“Sometimes Amelia needs firm discipline,” he said, addressing his friend, “a sound paddling, and you get to watch.”

Gary could hardly hide his fascination as he followed Michael with his eyes, seeing his friend move to a low back easy chair so it faced the center of the room.

“Come here,” he ordered his shivering girlfriend.

Obeying, she stood nervously behind the chair, her face beginning to burn with a blush that rose on her cheeks and made her ears hot.

“You know why I’m angry?” he asked. “Why I’m going to redden your bottom until your begging me to stop?”

“I think I do,” she answered meekly.

“Well, let me refresh your memory in case you’ve forgotten. First, you lied to me about last night.”

A misunderstanding, she reminded herself. She wouldn’t try to disagree with him, his eyes were blazing. No sense in riling him more.

“And then, you drank too much, which was obvious to both Gary and me.”

That was true, there was no way of denying that.

“Embarrassing, really embarrassing,” Gary suggested, getting into the spirit of the occasion.

“And then, you had the gall to snap at me and ignore me at the party.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say.”

“No, I suppose not, after all the liquor,” Michael snapped.

“She would have only slurred her words,” Gary suggested.

Michael acknowledged Gary’s remark with a nod, then turned back to Amelia. “Turn around and raise your skirt,” he ordered.

Her face was hot, her palms sweaty … the thought of Gary seeing her spanked was the worst thing she could imagine. He would see her squirm, the bright red blush on her ass, and would no doubt watch with glee. And then, to make matters worse, she’d have to face him Monday morning!

“Amelia, now!” she heard Michael prompt her. And with no other choice apparent—except ones she refused to consider—she turned around and pulled her skirt to her waist.

As she uncovered her bottom, she heard Gary gasp with delight. “My, I’ve forgotten how lovely she is.”

“Lovelier still when it’s flaming red!” Michael added. “Bend over the chair,” he ordered. His voice was so harsh and he was moving so rapidly, she knew this would not be a slow and sensuous moment.

And as Amelia suspected, the blows didn’t come from Michael’s hand, but the leather paddle he bought for her several weeks before.

When the first smack landed the sound of it rang crisply throughout the room.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed.

“Hush, that wasn’t hard enough to hurt!” Michael charged.

That’s what he thinks, she thought to herself.

Moving in tight to her side, Michael delivered several smacks across her ass, each one jolting her deeply. He was applying the punishment with deliberate zeal, making certain that every inch of her fair bottom was covered over and over with stinging strikes.

“Ow! God! Pleeeese stop! Pleeese.” Amelia jumped as she anticipated each strike.

“Oh! please stop!” she continued to plead.

But there was no quick finish to this one, Michael’s wrath and sense of purpose were driving him toward a conclusion only he would author. There were no pauses when his hand caressed her burning flesh, no soft then hard then soft again, just one painful smack after another.

The blush on her bottom rose. Quickly, her cries and the sound of the leather smacking her rear formed a sweet crescendo that was music to Michael’s ears, and a wonder to Gary’s.

Again and again, one stroke after another, the leather landed on flaming flesh, until Michael finally stopped. The end seemed as abrupt as each punishing smack.

Amelia remained bent over the chair, afraid to move. How could she raise up and look Gary in the face? Surely she’d blush bright red with humiliation. She could hear him moving behind her nervously. Was he uncomfortable with what he saw, or was he enjoying the sight of her burning bottom, framed by the black of her garter belt? She waited for some time trying to decide what to do, and apparently Michael was content to let her have her moment of repose.

Yet, even as she waited, reluctant to rise, something remarkable was happening. This was the most painful spanking she’d ever endured. There was no comfort from her lover’s warm lap, or the arousing massage of his hands. And indeed, she’d been spanked in front of the last person in the world that she’d want as an audience. Yet, despite all that, the punishment excited her beyond belief and her s****l fires were burning wildly. And even in the face of this horrible humiliation it seemed like a measure of Michael’s love that he would punish her for her indiscretions and her surly attitude. His anger was a testament to how much he cared for her, and cared about the course of their relationship.

At last Michael pulled her to her feet and her skirt dropped over the flaming red, out of sight.

Looking her sternly in the eye she could see that his unflinching attitude had not changed.

“You think about this Amelia,” he lectured. “You think about us, and what this means. I do not take our relationship lightly, neither do I intend to take your moods, or your reckless behavior, or your flippant remarks, lightly. You think about it,” he finished, “and I’ll pick you up at eight tonight.”

Amelia looked from Michael to Gary, seeing a faint blush on Gary’s face.

Not wasting his time with more words, Michael left with his friend, the bewildered Gary knowing he’d just witnessed something he didn’t quite understand.

Amelia nursed her flaming rear with cream. There were marks that would not fade for several days, and it hurt to sit. But what hurt more, and what she at last understood, was how much she regretted her misdeeds, her error in judgment and her flippant tongue. Michael had been hurt and she regretted that most.

***

The Saturday night that followed was one Amelia would never forget.

She was wearing her black tailored suit when she answered the door; and she’d guessed right, he was taking her someplace special. Michael, dressed in suit and tie, looked even more handsome than he had looked the night before.

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head, as he looked at her, “I want you in the red dress.”

Amelia looked at him through the sassy little bangs in front of her eyes. She’d teased her hair and flounced it just a bit more wildly, just for him. Hearing his request, she was pleased and quickly changed into the red dress with the cut-outs on the bodice.

“That’s better,” he said, when she reappeared. “You know why I was angry about this dress?” he asked. Amelia could see his mood lighten as he spoke.

“Why?” she asked.

“You’d never worn it for me,” he replied. “I thought perhaps you were holding back.” He spoke warmly, a twinkle returning to his eye. “And I figure you owe me all your tantalizing charms, since I’m making such a commitment to you.”

The word commitment floated lazily on the air before her, what did he mean? But she didn’t have a chance to ask before he spoke again.

“And something else, my dear love,” he added, his eyes darkened again, though not nearly as dark as she’d already seen them that day. “I didn’t mention it while Gary was here, it was not for him to hear, but there’s a reason I punished you that I didn’t mention. In fact, all the other things didn’t really matter as much as this one.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“A few days ago when I talked to you on the phone,” he reminded her, “you questioned my faithfulness, suggesting I might find some other ass to spank? I want you to know, that I’m devoted to you, devoted to you in every way, without question. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, I think do,” she replied. “My remark was pretty thoughtless.”

She looked up at him humbly. There was such sincerity in his voice, and just a touch of sadness that she’d even made the off-hand remark, questioning his loyalty. She was beginning to truly realize the kind of man he was. And that was an important lesson.

“It’s thoughtless remarks that will get you in trouble,” he emphasized.

“That get me spanked,” she added.

“I hope I never have to paddle you for that again, I’d rather keep it playful, but if you give me cause...”