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Cheekychipmunk
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Post Number: 155
Registered: 05-2006
Posted on Monday, September 25, 2006 - 08:05 pm:   Edit Post

Jorja was beginning to get a bit antsy, waiting around for Trent to come into her apartment. *Thinking to herself * what could be taking Trent so long? The car is already parked, all he had to do was lock it up and come on in.

Trent unlocked his trunk, unzipped the special bag he had and inspected the contents it held. A ping pong paddle- furry side and hard side, leather paddle, wooden hairbrush and his favorite belt, all nestled neatly in the little bag. There were a few other items but they were meant for more sensual occasions. This was a serious occasion. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, slamming the trunk closed, Trent heads up the stairs two at a time to Jorja’s apartment. Once outside the door, he takes a few minutes just to add to the tension he knew was building inside Jorja.

Letting himself in he noticed Jorja was perched on the edge of the sofa cushion, wringing her hands together. Trent stepped into the living room, went straight to the bar and made him and Jorja a drink. He knew Jorja was going to be upset enough after the spanking and that she had a really big scare earlier that day. Jorja thanked Trent for the drink and sipped it, while Trent downed his in one swallow.

Trent sat down on the couch next to Jorja, rubbed her back gently and talked to her about the events of today and the last few months. After a very lengthy discussion, Trent told Jorja to go change into her night clothes. As long as he knew Jorja he knew she usually wore short or long pajama pants with a matching shirt. Jorja went to the bedroom, freshened herself up in the adjoining bathroom, and put on her favorite pajama set. Bright red shirt with matching short pants, looking on last time in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, she went out to Trent. Trent couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head.
“What? Isn’t this what you told me to put on?” Jorja asked with much annoyance.
“Yes, you put on what I told you. What is funny is the color you happened to pick.” Trent couldn’t help actually laughing.
“WHAT? What is wrong with you?” Jorja stomps her foot and throws her house shoe at Trent.
Trent dodges the house shoe, “I’ll overlook that little tantrum, since you’re in a lot of trouble already.” Trent replies with a threatening tone.
“Well, tell me what is wrong.” Jorja pleads, nicely.
“Nothing is wrong. You chose to wear bright red that is the same color your backside is going to be when we finish our discussion.” Trent replies without candor.
Jorja goes a bit pale at this statement and begins to wonder if she made the right decision.
“I want to change my mind. I don’t want the spanking.” Jorja pleads.
“Fine, you don’t want the spanking then we go see your mom and dad right now and you can tell them what happened and what consequences you will face if you don’t get help for your problem.” Trent stands up, grabs her wrist and his bag and starts for the front door.
“Whoa! Hold on! WAAIITT! I don’t want them to know what happened.” Pleads Jorja.
“Well, either you take the spanking you have coming to show you are an adult or you go tell your mom and dad how much trouble you have been getting into.” Trent replies through gritted teeth.
“Why can’t we skip the spanking and skip telling my parents? Why does it have to be one or the other?” crying softly Jorja asks.
“Because usually every time someone makes a mistake it has some type of consequence. Being an adult means you accept the consequences of your mistakes. And don’t repeat the mistake. You have repeated each mistake you made plus done something you knew was wrong to begin with. That makes it even worse. An accident is one thing, but knowingly choosing the wrong way means you are responsible. You are 22 years old and acting very irresponsible. So you face one of two consequences today. You come clean to your parents about your lifestyle or you take a spanking and all is forgiven. I’m not spanking you to try to hurt you; I’m spanking you because I care about you and don’t want to see you on the wrong side of the law, losing your job, or spending time in jail. Just because you want something but don’t have the patience to save up for it. So what is your decision?” Trent asks gently.

“I’m too old for a spanking. I’ve never been spanked in my whole life.” Jorja whimpers while looking into Trent’s eyes.
“A woman is never too old to have a spanking. If you don’t act like an adult you will not be treated like an adult. Yes, a spanking is painful, but it’s done for your own good.” Trent replies while rubbing her back gently and walking back to the living room.
“Your choice, but I have to know right now. Your decision right now will be the final one. No more changing your mind.” Trent replies while holding Jorja against his chest.
“I want the spanking.” Jorja trembles and softly replies.

Trent leads Jorja back to the sofa and has her standing on the right side of his knees. Jorja sniffing and weeping lightly looks on last time with pleading eyes to Trent. Trent looks tenderly into Jorja’s eyes so she knows he is doing this only because of his love for her.

“Since this is your first spanking we will start with a warm up over your pajama clad bottom.” Trent gently pulls Jorja over his knees and positions her so her hands are flat on the floor and her hair is hanging down over her face, her bottom is tipped upward making a nice easy target for his right hand. Trent rubs her back so she can relax and makes sure she is positioned just right. *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* Jorja flinching some but so far this isn’t too painful. Trent rubs her pajama clad buttocks and tells her “Those were practice swings, now the spanking begins.”

Trent was spanking in a steady rhythm five swats to each upper cheek, then the middle of each cheek, and then the bottom of each cheek. Jorja began squirming and fidgeting around after the first 10 swats had landed. Trent tightened his hold around Jorja’s waist and continued the steady rhythm. After these 30 swats were received Trent reached around the waist band of her pajama shorts and pulled them down to her knees. Jorja balked and grumbled about the shorts, but Trent reminded her, “Bare bottom is the only way to make you see the error of your ways and help you to be more of an adult.”
Jorja grunted, her backside was already radiating heat and she was beginning to dread the bare bottom part of the spanking. Trent hid a wicked grin from Jorja, if she thought her butt was hot now wait until the finale. She wouldn’t be sitting easy for several days.

Once the shorts had been pulled down, Trent went to work on her panty clad slightly warm rump. Once again he started out with the same steady rhythm the only difference he made was instead of stopping at the bottom of each cheek he continued his count of five unto her sit spots and top part of her thighs. Jorja was beginning to howl with pain from the renewed burning of the earlier warm up and when the sit spots and top of her thighs were spanked she nearly jumped off Trent’s lap. Jorja looked over her shoulder with tears streaming down her face, “Let me up, the spanking is over.” Trent patted her heated bottom and replied, “No, the spanking is not over. Now I’m going to pull down your panties and continue the lesson.”

“Really I’ve learnt my lesson, I’ll never steal again. Please end the spanking.” Jorja begs after seeing the hair brush he had laid on the cushion beside him. “You’ll kill me if you spank me with that hunk of wood.” Jorja squeals and attempts to get off Trent’s lap.
“A spanking with a hairbrush has never killed anyone before and it won’t kill you. This is an old fashioned hair brush and does very good work of turning naughty women into good women.” Trent proves his point by tightening his hold on Jorja and giving her a few swats just for practice. “OOOWWWIIIIEEEE” Jorja screeches. “DDOONN’TT do ttthhhaatttt.” Jorja begs and pleads.

Trent decides to hold her legs with one of his so she can’t kick and fight as much. Right now she was mad about the early spankings and feeling some pain, but Trent knew she was nowhere near learning her lesson. Trent repositions her, and starts using the hairbrush using his same count of five but in a slightly different, little harder tempo. From upper side of each cheek to middle of cheeks, bottom of cheeks, sit spots, and top of the thighs the hairbrush rains down a steady rhythm upon her posterior with no stopping. During these 50 swats, Jorja is crying, begging, pleading, and beating her hands against the floor. Trent puts away the hairbrush and gently rubs over her heated buns. While in this position Trent talks to Jorja and asks her, “Do you finally see what could have happened if another person caught you. They would have made an example out of you. You would have lost your job, had to pay and fine, and most likely spent some time in jail cause of the cost of the two items you picked out for your parents. “Trent helps Jorja to sit on his lap, though she squeals when her burning butt meets his denim clad thighs. Trent lets her cry herself out on his shoulder while he is whispering softly to hear.

Jorja hadn’t cried like that in a long time but neither had her butt burnt so badly either. Jorja pushed herself off Trent’s chest to stand up and rearrange her clothing. Trent grabbed her wrist and replied, “Not so quick. That was just a resting period. For putting yourself in danger not only today but the last few months you will receive 30 lashes from the belt.”
“Trent, I couldn’t take anymore. Please I have learnt my lesson. I’ll never steal again in my life.” Jorja began crying again upon seeing the belt lying on the cushion next to Trent.
“Sorry honey. If I don’t make you truly regret what you did today then you’ll go right back to stealing. Now don’t fight me with this. It will be over quicker if you follow my directions, don’t move out of position, and take your punishment like an adult.”
“Whhaatt…must…I..do?” Jorja stutters
“Place yourself over the back of that chair and hold onto the arms of the chair. Don’t move.” Trent replies, not letting Jorja hear any of the sympathy he is feeling for her. He knows if he weakens now she will twist him around her little pinky each time.

Jorja bent over the chair as commanded and held on for dear life to the chair-arms. Trent stood behind Jorja, placed a hand on her lower back to help her hold herself in position and the lashing began. The first twenty were delivered every few seconds apart, so Jorja would have time to let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in and regain her position for the next lash of the belt.

Trent thought if she had been more experienced with the spanking scene then she would have several extras coming her way. But he did notice how she was attempting to not move and not really crying out loud or screaming, just moaning and moving a good bit. But this was her first time so he would take it a bit easier on her.

“These last 10 lashes will be done faster and harder than the rest. They serve as a reminder to make you remember to behave like an adult.” Trent said while rubbing her lower back. “Ready?”
“Yes” Jorja replied and tightened her hand hold on the chair-arms. Trent helped to hold her down and within a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to Jorja, the spanking was over.

As Trent scooped Jorja up in his arms, her pajama pants and panties fell off her feet. Trent took Jorja to her bedroom, pulled back the covers and gently laid her on her stomach. Sobbing into her pillow Jorja hiccupped, “Thank you, Trent. I love you.”
Trent sat on the side of the bed rubbing up and down Jorja’s back, speaking softly telling her, “All is forgiven, and you get to start over, no guilt, that is what the spanking helped take away. Go to sleep sweetheart, I love you too. Since its late I’m sacking out on the couch. If you need something just yell.” Trent whispers in her ear as Jorja drifts off to sleep, she doesn’t even feel the kisses he places on her very red, heat filled cheeks.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Buenaventura
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Username: Buenaventura

Post Number: 176
Registered: 04-2006


Posted on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 - 12:05 am:   Edit Post

Great Cheeky very realistic.Her character is perfect.
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Pinkcheeks
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Post Number: 867
Registered: 12-2005


Posted on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 - 08:06 am:   Edit Post


way to go Cheeky!!!!! A great story!!!
"Do I have to be good ALL the time?"
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Tammynx
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Username: Tammynx

Post Number: 1229
Registered: 10-2005


Posted on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 - 08:23 am:   Edit Post

This was worth the wait!! Great story!!

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Prissietl
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Post Number: 31
Registered: 07-2006


Posted on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 - 03:27 pm:   Edit Post

That was great!
Once a princess always a princess

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