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Sarah_aless
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Username: Sarah_aless
Post Number: 10
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Friday, May 26, 2006 - 06:43 am: | 
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Hi guys,
Thought I'd share this with you - it's a wee story I wrote to indicate to a new spanker what kiind of things I liked. It didn't turn out too badly and has just been sitting around my computer for ages so I thought I'd pop it up here. Hope you enjoy, this is mostly discipline - no eroticism in this one although if I post any others there may well be.
Sarah
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Things haven’t been great with my parents lately. They don’t seem to realise that I am 18 years old, granted only by a couple of weeks but still! They’ve been sticking their nose into my business far too much lately. I don’t need help with schoolwork thank you very much, it’s my concern whether it gets done or not. It’s my concern how much revision I do. I also quite like my attitude, I see no need for the constant discussions of how ‘bad’ it’s gotten. If they just left me the hell alone life would be easier for everyone.
Apparently they can’t do that though. They even had a friend of the family who I’ve always been quite close to try to tackle me about my ‘behaviour’ (I’m not sure what they mean by that other than I finally realised that I can look after myself and contrary to popular belief, am not a child and do know what’s best for me). James tried to talk to me about this, at my parents behest when we were chatting online via messenger. I put him straight in no uncertain terms, with the explanation I have just put forth. He didn’t say much which I took to mean he got the message and would tell my parents to back off……..Oh how wrong I was.
He called me a few days later and asked me to come round on Saturday afternoon for tea. Not even thinking about the conversation we’d had I happily agreed. I’ve always gotten on well with James and was certain it would be a fun afternoon. I got there and he took my coat, gave me a hug and told me to follow him through to his study. He didn’t let me follow him in though. He gave me a short lecture about how much I was worrying my parents. Told me in no uncertain terms to be quiet when I attempted to protest. I made to leave and he caught my arm, steering me to a seat outside his study and sat me on it. His manner was quite alarming, and for all my bluster, I was quite worried. Never before had James been so short with me, or serious for that matter; I didn’t like to disappoint him which I felt I had done in some way; I also didn’t know what he was going to do; he said in that unfamiliar, very serious way that we ‘had to sort some things out’. I’m not sure what he means but I have a sense that I’m not going to like it – the thought of more lecturing and being told what a disappointment I am makes me feel slightly rebellious; well, if he wants to side with my parents he can forget about me being nice to him ever again I decide.
So I’m sitting on the chair and he disappears into the room with an admonition to ‘stay!’. As the door closes I roll my eyes. A couple minutes later the phrase ‘screw this’ is pushing to the forefront of my mind. I don’t know what he is doing in there and I tell myself I don’t care. If he doesn’t come out soon I’m out of here, and it’s not because I’m even vaguely scared……I’m not even mildly apprehensive…….really!
I don’t move though. I sit there studiously ignoring the funny feeling in my stomach – that funny feeling that is definitely not butterflies (that’s my story to myself and I’m sticking to it). The door opens and I also ignore the lurch from my stomach because it absolutely did NOT happen!
“In.” he commands.
I stand up and walk by him, into the room, adopting my best nonchalant facial expression and stance, hiding the non-existent (yup still sticking to it) tummy feelings! He moves in front of me and fixes me with a stony gaze.
“Uncross your arms.” He says. With a sigh I comply. “I’d suggest you drop the attitude it will only make things worse for you.”
Adopting a bored expression I study the ceiling intently, trying to give off a ‘yeah, yeah, get on with it’ air. One arm comes back to cross over my tummy, the elbow leaning on it as I inspect my nails.
“Arms by your sides young lady. Stand up straight.” He barks. This time without the sigh I do as I’m told. I don’t look at him though, still trying to keep up the nonchalance.
“Well at least you can do something when you’re told. You know why you’re here don’t you?” he says.
“Not a clue.” I say, meeting his eyes and raising my eyebrows at him in challenge.
“Don’t even try that rubbish with me.” He warns. “You’re a disgraceful, badly behaved brat. You have no respect and I’m going to teach you some.”
“If you say so.” I reply. Stupidly, on my part, the alarm bells are still not ringing.
He takes a step forward and to my side and before I know what happened his hand connects with my bottom, hard.
“Hey!” I protest.
“I suggest you shut your mouth. I’m going to teach you a lesson and as I said before that mouth of yours will only make it worse for you. Go and stand in the corner.”
I look at him in disbelief and don’t move.
“Now!”
“Don’t want to.” I’m aware I sound like a petulant child and my arms are crossed again. He’s taken me by surprise, I expected a slightly more adult conversation.
“What you want to do doesn’t matter.” He says. Taking hold of my arm he steers me to the corner with a couple of swats to my behind as we go. When we get there he grabs my arms and places my hands on my head.
“Stay exactly like that until I tell you otherwise. When I’m ready you are going to be punished for your general bad behaviour and for how cheeky you were when I tried to find out what was going on with you. Remember? I tried the nice way when we chatted on the computer the other night. I no longer care why you act like this, I’m going to nip it in the bud.”
I stand there studying the wall for what seems like an age. I can hear him moving around behind me but when I try to turn a little to see what he’s doing I’m told in no uncertain terms to face the wall. I briefly consider an escape attempt but he seems pretty angry and he’s stronger than me so I don’t really like my chances.
“Come here.” He says eventually. I turn round to go to him in the middle of my room and my eyes become saucers as I see an array of implements layed out. A paddle, a cane, a belt, a whippy looking thing which I will come to learn on future visits is called a flogger.
“Unless you make me, I’m not going to use everything on this first occasion. I just wanted to give you a fair idea of the consequences of your actions.”
“You must be kidding!” I squeak out.
“Believe me, I am not in any way ‘kidding’. Now come here.” I realise I had stopped dead at the sight.
Slowly I shake my head. The further I am from those ‘things’ the better!
“I’m not going to ask again. Move!”
I stay put. I can’t quite believe my parents have actually resorted to this. I’m not a kid, and even if I was, this is all a bit extreme in my opinion.
With a sigh he takes me by the arm again.
“I warned you I wouldn’t ask again. I was just going to give you a wee paddling but you’ve spoiled yourself. Now, I’m going to put you over my knee and give you a good hard spanking. When I feel that that has sunk in I will decide which implement your actual chastisement will take place with.”
“No way!” I almost yell. “You’re insane, I won’t let you.”
“You don’t have a choice.” Before I know it I’m upended over his lap and his hand has landed hard on my behind. I try to get up as I protest but he pushes my upper body back down so my hands touch the carpet.
“Stay down.” He commands landing a flurry of smacks whose force is not diminished at all by the speed at which they are delivered. My legs kick out as I continue to protest and tell him to stop.
“Legs straight.” He says with a smack just as one of my legs is rising again in protest. He slaps it out of the way. “Straight. I said. That is not straight. Do as you are told, for once in your life girl, or you’ll regret it.”
The smacks continue and I quickly realise that the only way this will stop is if I quit struggling. My bum is so hot now, and the smacks so stinging that I do want it to stop. I lay still across his lap (helped by the fact he has an arm round my waist, effectively pinning me there). I can’t help the odd yelp as a smack lands on a sore spot or an untouched part of my bum.
Eventually he stops smacking. Relieved I stay where I am even when he releases my waist.
“Stand up and pull down your jeans.”
I stand and am about to protest when I see the look on his face. He means it and with the ‘implements’ hovering on my peripheral vision I decide it’s better to just do it.
Not that he’s winning or anything – no sir, definitely not, I’m just biding my time.
Embarassed I pull my jeans down to my knees and am back over his lap immediately.
“A thong! How lucky for me, I get straight to your bare, naughty bottom.”
Without further ado he resumes the spanking only it hurts more now. The noise of his hand on my bare flesh is disconcerting too. My stomach is doing somersaults as my backside is well and truly tanned. I manage to control my squirming this time though. I suppose it’s become a challenge to me – he can try what he likes I won’t whine like a kid about it. It doesn’t cross my mind that silence is almost inviting more punishment to be sure I’m getting the message. Eventually though, the sting has becoming overwhelming and without thought I put a hand back to cover myself.
“Move that hand girl. If you do that again that hand will feel the belt or the cane to remind you to keep it away. Is that what you want?”
In answer I remove my hand. After another five hearty smacks though, my other hand flies back.
He stops spanking and tells me to get up.
“I told you what would happen if you did that again.” He says. “You’ve more than earned this by behaving like a naughty little girl and you will take your punishment properly. Go and stand in the corner and think about what is going to happen to you now.”
I shuffle to the corner, somehow knowing that trying to pull my jeans up will only get me into more trouble. I actually admit to myself that I’m a little anxious now. I don’t want the belt or the cane ANYWHERE on me thank you very much! By the time he calls me to stand before him again I have decided my next course of action.
When I get to him I look up at him, and put my plan into action.
“I’m sorry James.” I say as sincerely as I can. “I’ll behave better I promise, no more cheek.”
“It’s nice to hear you say that but don’t think that’s going to get you out of anything. Your punishment is not finished.”
“But I said I’m sorry!” I protest.
“And I said we’re not done. Hold out your left hand.”
Wanting to protest more but not actually daring I hold out my hand only now noticing that he’s made his choice of implement. I swallow hard as the cane goes up. It swooshes down and cracks against my palm. A second later the stripe burns across my hand. Instinctively I tuck it under my arm and squeeze. Jerry is unmoved.
“Other hand.” Is the only reponse I get.
Wincing I hold out my right hand. At least he makes it quick, but if possible this one hurts even more.
“Fuck!” I yell, now squeezing at both hands.
“What did you say?” his voice is icy.
“Nothing.” I say hastily.
“Bend over.” He says shaking his head slowly at me. “You were going to get five strokes to acquaint you with the cane but I think we’ll up that to six of the best due to that disgusting language.”
“I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry!” the words rush out of my mouth.
“Bend over and touch your toes right now. Don’t make me, make you, do it.”
Dreading what I know is coming I do as I’m told, the burning still in my bum choosing right now to make it’s presence known again – typical! As I stand there bent over I close my eyes and try to brace myself for the first stroke.
It is delivered quicker than I expect right across the middle of my bottom and James orders me to count them out.
“One!” I say through gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut.
Two lands a little higher. Three just where my bum and thighs meet. That third one causes one of my legs to kick back and my toes to stamp at the floor as the sting floods across. I hear a chuckle but it doesn’t really register.
Four lands across my upper thighs as does five. By this time I’m adding the word ‘Sir’ to each count. Partly in an effort to appease him in any way I can, partly because maybe his message is actually getting across and I’m realising the need for respect here.
Six lands almost exactly across the welt left by the first stroke, which is actually a tad evil as this one is now throbbing dully and is set afire by the new stroke. Still I meekly count it out ‘Sir’ and all.
He tells me to stand up and face him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks.
“Yes sir.” Yup meek is definitely the description that best fits my voice and demeanour now.
“Are you going to behave like a bratty child again?”
“No. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” I promise, realising I mean it…………..for the time being at least.
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Cheekychipmunk
Junior Spanko
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 64
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Friday, May 26, 2006 - 03:48 pm: |
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Great Story, Sarah
Can't wait til you post some more.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Paddledom
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Username: Paddledom
Post Number: 23
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Friday, May 26, 2006 - 05:39 pm: |
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nicely written sarah_aless  |
Sarah_aless
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Username: Sarah_aless
Post Number: 11
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, May 27, 2006 - 06:56 am: |
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Hi
cheeky - Thank you so much for your comments, I have a few more ideas and half written stories floating about my computer plus some Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfiction  which I could maybe adapt so hopefully will post more soon.
Paddledom - thank You very much kind Sir  glad you enjoyed it.
Sarah
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Brooke_ray
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Username: Brooke_ray
Post Number: 31
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 28, 2006 - 03:52 pm: |
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Hi Sarah,
It's always nice to find a story written by you! This one was awesome...The cane on your hands..OMG and owwwwww..."F*CK" is right! Great writing...as usual!
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Sarah_aless
New member
Username: Sarah_aless
Post Number: 12
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Monday, May 29, 2006 - 09:10 am: |
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Why thank you Brooke hunny!!
And yes, cane on your hands VERY VERY ouchie!!! hehe
This ones obviously less erotic than I usually like but it did the job! |
Buenaventura
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Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 26
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Monday, May 29, 2006 - 10:24 am: |
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Great story Sara.I too like the erotic ending usually but this one was fine the way it was.Bravo |
Nexus
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Username: Nexus
Post Number: 8
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 30, 2006 - 04:28 pm: |
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Very nice story. I hope you write some more. |
Tammynx
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 603
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 31, 2006 - 05:35 pm: |
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Great story Sarah!! |
Sarah_aless
New member
Username: Sarah_aless
Post Number: 13
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, June 01, 2006 - 03:16 pm: |
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Hi Buenaventura, Nexus and Tammynx,
Thanks so much for taking the time to feed back on the story - all comments are much much muchly appreciated (if that sentences makes sense!)
Hopefully will write more and get more on here soon - computer currently in danger of dying so hoping it won't be too long if it has to be fixed!
Thank you all again
Sarah
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