I have a disciplinarian who I have met twice for a spanking. The first spanking I thought was hard, but little did I know! Yesterday I got a very hard punishment spanking. I don't ever remember being spanked like that and I got some pretty decent ones in my childhood, but nothing like this. This was also my first time getting the belt ever in my life and it stung my poor behind until I cried like a baby!
After
the first time he spanked me, we had emailed a couple of times and he
admitted that he had taken it a little easier on me because of my
melancholy reactions! He felt that he had failed to give a true
punishment spanking because he kept asking if I was OK, but I found the
experience very comforting.
Anyway,
it had been about ten days since my last spanking and I had emailed him
confessing that I had a problem with tardiness (I had proved this, in
fact by being a good ten minutes late for my first spanking with him). I
sent him texts every time I was late for a meeting or appointment. He
then wrote to me and said "I'm glad that you felt you were able to
confess to me. But that does not mean you'll get off any lighter. You
will feel the strap on your bare bottom and it will sting and you will
learn your lesson. And I will warn you, here and now, that I expect you
to be punctual." Reading his email gave me butterflies in my stomach. I
was really going to get it! I was terrified and thrilled all at once.
You
can probably guess what happened yesterday. Due to circumstances I
won't go into I was late. VERY late. About 40 minutes to be exact. I sat
on the train as my palms sweated, wishing it could go faster. I kept
him updated about my whereabouts with texts and apologized a lot. When I
got off the train in his neighborhood, he was waiting next to his car,
sort of smiling, but I could tell he was annoyed, "Should I get back on
the train and go home?" I joked with a nervous laugh. He didn't respond,
just opened the door to the back seat of his car and gestured me in. It
was a quiet for a while as we drove to his house. At one point he held
his wrist back for me, pointing at his watch, "what does that say?" he
asked. I had such a lump in my throat, I couldn't even respond. Being in
the back of the car, I felt like a naughty girl who's Daddy had just
picked her up to take her home for a spanking. I got out of the car and
walked into the house with trepidation. He led me towards the bedroom
looking at me with a serious expression, "Ready young lady?" he asked.
"Yes,"
I responded, although it was barely audible. "Then get in there," he
slapped my bottom hard as I walked by him into the bedroom. He took my
arm and dragged me to the bed where he sat down, undid my jeans and
pulled them and my panties around my knees, then dragged me across his
knee and immediately starting pounding my bare behind with his strong
firm hand. I was shocked! Last time he had given me a slow steady warm
up, starting with lighter smacks but this time, he just laid right into
my poor bottom and I started wailing and crying almost immediately,
kicking my legs "Aw, it hurts," I cried out putting my hand over my
butt. "You better move that hand young lady, or you'll get the strap and
the school paddle and I will smack your bottom until it's black and
blue. I'm not joking"
"Nooo, please no, it hurts!" I begged choking back my sobs.
"It's
supposed to hurt. It's a spanking. I wouldn't be doing my job properly
if it didn't hurt would I?" All the while he spanked one cheek then the
next while I kicked and cried. "Look over at the door where the belt is
hanging," he said. "You're going to get that next. Then you're going to
bend over the desk for three licks with the school paddle."
"Nooo,
I don't want to." I begged, choking back my sobs and wailing like a
little girl. I was surprised at my childish reactions, but I couldn't
help it. My ass was stinging! I had my face down on his bed and couldn't
even bring myself to look at the belt hanging on the door. His hand was
thoroughly stinging my poor red bottom and having never had the belt
before, I could not imagine how much more it would sting.
He
stood me up, then made me lay across the bed while he went to fetch the
belt that hung on the back of the door. He snapped it in his hands
while he walked towards me, "I think I'll give my hand a little rest and
see if this sinks in," he said, snapping the belt loudly again. I cried
more. He chastised me for crying so hard and not taking my spanking
like a good girl, "listen to all your fussing," he said. "Maybe you
should of thought of the consequences before you were late." With that I
heard the whoosh of the belt and the sharp sting hit my behind. "Ouuch,
I'm sorry." I wailed. "Oh I know, (smack) but I think you need more
before we're done. You've been rude (smack) disrespectful (smack) and
selfish and this is the only way it'll get through to you that your
behavior is not acceptable."
By
now I was letting out loud heaving sobs and trying again to cover my
poor defenseless behind. "Move your hand, Sarah." I can't believe I did
this, but I actually said no! "Young lady, you better move your hand
right now, or it'll get smacked with the belt." I moved it and held on
tight to the pillow in front of me. At one point he told me I had only
had five licks of the belt. To me it felt like one hundred. Then soon,
he put the belt down and I was back over his knee again, saying ouch
with every smack of his hand. "I know; ouch," he said. "I'm sorry I have
to do this, but that's what a spanking is supposed to feel like (smack
smack smack). Do you think I want to take time out of my day to spank a
naughty girl? Huh? (smack) You don't think I've got better things to do
that to bare your bottom (smack) across my knee for a spanking? (smack).
This (smack) is what naughty girls get (smack). They get their bare
bottoms (smack) spanked over the knee (smack), hard (smack) that is the
only way to get through to them (smack)" At one point I was kicking my
legs so much, he told me to stop and when I didn't he restrained my legs
with his right leg as I lay across his left knee with my now very red
bottom bared and no defense!I was squirming and crying, but to no avail.
He held me firmly around the waist with his left hand while his right
hand continued to rain down slap after slap after stinging slap, all the
while he continued to lecture me and I cried out loud the way I did when
I was spanked as a child.
He
finished the spanking by making me bend over an old school desk and get
three hard spanks with a big high school paddle. I let out a cry and
tried to get up each time after each spank, but each time he was about
to deliver another blow he put his hand on my back and guided me back
over the desk, telling me to bend over. He also warned me that the desk
would be staying exactly where it was so that it was ready for the next
time I needed discipline. I continued to cry!
The
spanking finished abruptly as he pulled up my panties and jeans and
made me sit on the bed, "You can just sit in here and let that sink in
young lady" he said and left me to wipe the tears from my eyes and
collect myself. I could hear him doing chores in the kitchen as I sat
experiencing the incredible fire in my bottom and sniffling and wiping
my eyes. Then after a little while he bought me a cold drink and his
face softened. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he said. I sniffed.
When
he dropped me back at the train station he gave me a hug and a smile, I
smiled too. I slept on my stomach last night. My butt is black and
blue, but I feel comforted by the little sting every time I sit down,
knowing that I am a well punished girl. And, I was actually early to a
class today for the first time this term! Spankings really do pay!
