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**This is a story of pure fiction involving consensual adult spanking.  If you
are under 18 years old, this material is illegal in your jurisdiction or you
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GABRIELLE’S NEXT SPANKING, Part 2.

************

I keep my torso still as I wind back my right arm up over my shoulder.  I hold
it there for a seconds as I keep my eyes glued to your perfectly still bottom. 
Then I swing down and contact your buns with a loud POP!

"That's one, Gabrielle," I announce, stating the obvious.  "It's also the first
of the twenty you will receive for now."

I wait for a moment to let the impact of that last statement sink in. 
Silently, I raise my hand again, not wanting to give you any advance warning of
when the next spank will land.

SMAAACCKKK!!!  "That's two."

SMAACCKKK!!!  "Three."

I keep alternating cheeks, being sure that they are given equal attention.  I
notice that as I get up to about fifteen, you are rocking your hips slightly
with every spank.  I stop for a moment, suspecting what's happening already.

I move behind you and kneel down on one knee.  Your legs are splayed wide, so I
have no trouble looking right between your legs and through the nest of fine
tawny hairs to observe your pouty little pussy lips.  I take my fingers and
spread your lips slightly, at once seeing the thin line of glistening moisture
running up and down your slit.  I insert my fingers to get a good coating of
your slippery juices on them, then run them up and down your inner and outer
lips, coming to rest on your hard little nub.

"I see you still approve of the way I correct you, young lady," I observe
pointedly.

"I...I'm sorry, Sir," you mumble.  "I know it's wrong for me to get wet like
this, but I just can't help it.  Please forgive me, Sir.  Please don't spank me
for this!" 

"No, I won't spank you for getting wet during your spanking," I assure you.  "I
know my little girl, and how she can't control herself.  But I'm warning you
right now NOT to masturbate yourself on the edge of the desk during your
spanking.  Do you understand me?"

"Y...yes, Sir.  I understand."

I rub your clit  slowly a few more times, then withdraw my fingers.  Making her
abstain from self-gratification is also part of her discipline training.  It's
time to continue.

I resume my position and deliver the last five smacks a little harder than the
first fifteen.

************

MASTURBATE against the edge of the desk??? OHMYGOSH that's EXACTLY what I was
doing!!!  I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life...what must
you think of me? 

The second spank takes me by surprise, the sting merging with that from the
first.  These spanks are much harder than usual...I wish you'd turned me over
your knee.  I slowly lose awareness of everything but the pain your hand is
bringing to my bare bottom...pain that slowly merges into joy between my legs
until I can't tell the difference between the two.  The spanks get harder, but
only serve to increase my naughty pleasure.  Unexpectedly, the spanking stops. 
I sense you inspecting between my legs, and I can feel myself blush in shame. 
I know I'm not supposed to enjoy my spankings...(and this has been the best one
yet)...and I don't want you to think I'm naughty, but there's no way to hide
from you.  

'Oh, Sir, please make me cum,'  I pray silently.
 
I moan softly as you remove your fingers. 

I lift up on my toes and arch my hips back to you, trying to keep myself away
from the desk.  I'm so aroused that I know I won't be able to resist rubbing
against the edge, and I don't want to disobey you.  I want to please you...not
out of a fear of being spanked harder, but out of a desire to make you happy. 
The force of each spank pushes me against the desk, causing a pleasure so
intense it absorbs the pain although you're spanking me even harder than
before.  It takes all my willpower to lift away from the desk edge...it feels
so good to press against it.  Fortunately, the harder spanks on my already sore
bottom begin to overpower my lust, and I'm able to avoid embarrassing myself
further.  

Finally it's over, and I lie limply across the desk, panting softly.  The sting
in my bottom slowly subsides into a warm glow, and as it spreads through me I
lean into the desk edge, lost to the sensations, remembering the way your
fingers felt rubbing against me just a short time ago.  As I think of you, I
realize my desire to obey you is stronger than my lust, and I reluctantly lift
back from the edge.  I can't ignore the demanding need between my legs, yet I
can't disobey you.  

"Oh, Sir, please, please touch me, please rub my clit and let me cum!" I beg.
"Please, Sir..." 

***********

"Do you think you've had enough, my dear?"  I ask.

"Yes, Sir.  Please stop...I'll be a good girl from now on.  I REALLY promise
this time!" you pant.

"I think you need to be more convincing.  I'm going to give you a moment to
think about your transgressions.  Then you will receive the final phase of your
punishment," I explain coolly.

You drop your head to the desk in resignation, your breathing finally beginning
to slow.  You know you can't masturbate now, after being told not to.

You hear some furniture being moved around, but don't dare open your eyes to
see what I'm doing.

I finally come around and stroke your hair, leaning down and whispering in your
ear.

"I'm going to unstrap you now, Gabrielle.  I want you to be a good girl and
follow my instructions, OK?"

You nod your head and I detect a faint smile.  I know my little girl is both
fearing and looking forward to the rest of this session.  As she always does in
her sweetest way.

I give you a kiss on the cheek and move around you unbuckling your wrists and
ankles, freeing you from the confines of my desk.  You slowly straighten
yourself out, standing upright and stretching your tired limbs, breathing
deeply.

You feel me take your arm just above the elbow and lead you over to my leather
couch, where you see a straight back chair in front of it.  The chair is a few
inches in front of the couch seat, facing sideways, as if someone were going to
sit parallel to it.  You hesitate as I guide you over to the couch.

"Lie down on your back, Gabrielle," I tell you.

You lie down on the couch as instructed, wondering what's going to happen next.

**************

'Punishment?  I don't want any more punishment!  I want to cum!!'  I wish I had
the nerve to speak out loud.  I can't stand it...I don't want to disobey you
but I NEED to cum!!!!
I feel the first flutters of fear...what are you doing????
 
I feel the coolness of the leather against my bare skin.  As  I watch you
silently, I start to become more and more fearful.  What are you going to do me
now??  I feel the need between my legs begin to wane as the fear becomes
stronger...

************

You lie on your back as I instruct, wiggling to get into a comfortable
position.

"Oh no, not like that, young lady!" I admonish you.  You look back at me with a
questioning glance, wondering what's wrong with lying on the couch like I told
you.

I take my place on the chair and grab your legs, swinging them over my lap.

"Move your butt down here so it's facing me, with your legs hanging over my
lap."

As you do so, I pull your legs so your bare bottom is now resting on my lap as
I wrap my left arm around your legs, which are now sticking straight up in the
air.

"You've never had a spanking on your back with your legs raised, have you,
Gabrielle?" I ask as I adjust your position.

"No, Sir," you reply meekly.  You are starting to become embarrassed once
again, as your legs are raised and your pouting pussy and puckering asshole are
all exposed to me.

"I want you to remain very still now.  You are going to receive twenty more
spanks."  I look down and note with satisfaction that your pussy lips are
slightly parted, with glistening moisture quite apparent along the slit.  I can
smell your scent.

"This time, you're going to receive what's called a 'double tap,' I explain. 
"Each stroke is going to consist of a rapid spank to each cheek.  That will
count as one."  To demonstrate, I quickly slap first your left, then your right
cheek, SMACK-SMACK.

"That was only one.  Are you ready for your spanking now, little one?"

You inhale with surprise as the sharp, rapid spanks, but they're over before
you know it.  You sigh with relief, as you answer, "Yes, Sir.  Please give me
my spanking."

I place my right hand over both cheeks, causing you to flinch.  I wait for you
to relax, then I bring my hand back all the way.

SMAAACKKK!!!--SMAACKKK!!!  "One," I announce, then wait a few seconds for the
effect to take hold.  I can see new hand imprints on your already pink bottom
cheeks rising nicely.

SMAAACKKK!!!--SMAACKKK!!!  "Two."  The second set was harder.  In this position
I can see your face, and smile with grim satisfaction as I see you wince,
biting your lower lip while keeping your eyes tightly shut.

SMAAACKKK!!!--SMAACKKK!!!  "Three."  You turn your head away and arch your
back, knowing how hard it will be to maintain your position for the rest of the
spanks.

The staccato of the SMAAACKKK!!!--SMAACKKK!!! rhythm continues, with you
finally crying out at number fifteen.  I ignore your crying, and just snug up
my hold on your legs to keep you from squirming away from me.   Finally, I
reach the last double-tap, and hold your legs up in position and watch as your
bare breasts heave with sobbing and gasping.

"It's OK, Gabrielle.  All over now," I say soothingly.  I begin to rub your
bottom cheeks, feeling the warmth I've just induced, savoring the little
twitches in your gluteals.  As I rub your cheeks, I let my fingers wander
slightly, allowing them to brush the hairs on your pussy lips ever so slightly.
 Your sobbing subsides and your breathing slows.  I lower your legs and swing
them around so you can lie on the couch in the normal position.  I pull a
Kleenex from the box nearby and lovingly dab the tears from your eyes as you
grab my hand, put it to your lips and kiss it with passion.  I allow you to
take my hand and hold it tightly to your cheek.  As you close your eyes, I know
you must be replaying in your mind what that hand just did to your bare bottom.
 After giving you a moment of reverie, I pull away from you.

"All right, young lady.  Let's go,"  I say as I grab your wrist and pull you up
to a standing position.  Your eyes open wide and I can see fear taking
hold....fear of another spanking.

"Don't worry, honey.  I'm just going to make your bottom feel better.  You know
I always do that when you've taken your spanking well," I say with a little
smile.

I can feel you relax as I lead you over to the back of the couch.

"Now spread your legs and bend over the couch like a good girl.  Hold still,
and I'll be right back," I tell you, as I help you get into "the position."

*************

With my only my tiptoes resting on the floor, I try to support myself with my
hands against the seat of the couch.  I squirm slightly, trying  to get
comfortable.  I'm glad to be alone for the moment...not glad that you're not
here, but glad for the opportunity to center myself.  My bottom cheeks are hot
and prickly...I want to rub them, but I can't do so unless I stand up.  And I
can't stand up because you told me to bend over the couch.  

I squirm again, trying without success to get more comfortable.  I wonder
what's taking you so long...I hope you're going to rub me with the aloe lotion.
 I'm glad you're teaching me to be patient...it's good to have time to think. 
I'm glad you think I took my spanking well!  I was afraid you would still think
I was naughty.  I know I enjoyed the first part way too much.

I squirm again, trying to shift my weight onto my legs without losing "the
position".  I wish I were taller. That last spanking really hurt!  And what's
with those "double taps"?!  I know you just spanked me forty times and so do
you.  And I didn't cry until thirty, not fifteen!  As I remember how it felt
after I started to cry and you tightened your hold on my legs, I try to squirm
away from the image of a newborn baby yanked into the world and spanked in
greeting.  

Unable to be still, I try to squirm into a position where I can control my
thoughts.  I remember being stretched across your desk,  the heat between my
legs devouring the heat from my spanking.

As I squirm yet again, trying in vain to think of something pure and innocent, 
I hear you return.

*************

When I come back into the room, I find you just as I left you.  Good girl!  You
crane your neck around to see what I'm doing, but the back of the couch shields
me from your view.

Suddenly, you feel a cool, wet face cloth being draped over your right buttock,
which immediately begins sopping up the heat from your fiery skin.  Without
hesitation, I slip another cold cloth over your left cheek, and watch as you
squirm under the contrasting temperatures of your behind.  You slowly relax and
become still, the coolness making you feel much better.

I wait for you to sigh your inevitable sigh of relaxation and relief, before
gingerly parting your buns.  You flinch a bit at the unexpected sensation, but
relax as I just hold your flesh apart.  You just think I'm inspecting you for
my pleasure.

Without warning, you feel something cold and wet touch your anus, and you
flinch, causing your little rosebud to pucker with a tight squeeze.  Then you
notice there's some wetness there.  Then it hits you.  An ice cube!!!

"Oh, Sir!  Please!  It's too much.  Please take it away!" you beg.

"I'm afraid not, Gabrielle.  I want to cool your entire bottom...and this is
how it's going to be done,"  I reply calmly, as I trace the crack of your ass
up and down, circling around your tight bottom hole.

You dutifully maintain your position, even as you flex your leg and ass muscles
to keep from squirming.  Slowly, you feel the ice cube pressuring your anus,
then it slowly pushes its way past the first sphincter.  Before you know it,
it's sucked inside you, followed by my finger up to the first joint.  I
withdraw my finger and give you a gentle pat on the rump.

"There, young lady.  That will cool you off nicely.  Just stay still for a few
minutes," I tell you.

************

You're so mean!  I did what you told me to do.  I stayed bent over your stupid
couch even though it was so uncomfortable.  I hate your stupid leather couch!

Ohhhh...it hurts!  The ice is so cold it burns.  I can feel my asshole
twitching in protest, and I try without success to control it.  I'm sure you're
watching in amusement, and I don't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing
my discomfort.  

Why did you trick me???  Why did you make me think my punishment was over???  I
trusted you...I did what you told me to do...why did you trick me?????  The
sense of betrayal is worse than the burning cold in my bottom...

*************

Ahhh....I knew that my Gabrielle would be both surprised and angered by this
cold invasion.  I wanted to see how you handled that; whether you learned to
discipline yourself properly or whether you were going to break position and
force me to punish you again with another spanking.

"You took the ice quite well, young lady.  Now, you *do* understand that this
was not only a test.  The initial coldness should be wearing off right now,
making your whole bottom feel much better," I say firmly.

Your buttocks have stopped twitching, so I remove the cool washcloths from your
buns.  I see that the redness has gone down, and your skin is cool to the
touch.  I take a nice warm, fluffy towel and pat your whole bottom and pussy
area dry before administering the final soothing touches to your well-worked
cheeks.

You relax now against the couch you are beginning to hate so much.  You look
over your right shoulder and see me squirting a healthy glob of tan Aloe and
Vitamin E lotion into my hand, then feel the smooth coolness as my hand rubs it
gently into first your right globe, then your left.  You feel my fingers
working the slippery, fragrant lotion into the groove, then slip down and brush
your outer pussy lips.  I'm very careful to only tickle your outer lips.  I
don't want you aroused again just yet.

**************

I have to agree that my bottom does feel better now.  But, what are you going
to do to me next???  I can feel my heart pounding in fear.  Especially since my
cheeks are wet from the washcloths...I remember you telling me how much a
spanking hurts on a wet bottom.  I feel you lift the washcloths away from my
cheeks and try not to panic.  

To my amazement, you dry me off with a warm fluffy towel.  I wonder why you're
being so nice...are you going to trick me again?  Mmmm, I feel so much better,
I begin to relax despite my suspicions...

'Hmmmmmm...that feels so nice...right now...but what are you going to do to me
next???'

**************

"How does that feel now, my Dear?"

I continue lightly caressing your smooth mounds as I reach forward and brush
back the hair from your forehead.  I feel you tense, then relax, as I stroke
your hair.  I know you're still a bit on edge, wondering if there's more to
come or if your discipline session if finally over.

"OK, Gabrielle.  Let's get you up now," I say as I place one hand on your lower
back and one on your shoulder.  I help you to a standing position and turn you
around to face me.  I lift up your chin with one finger, making you look at me.

"I know your spanking was quite uncomfortable for you today, honey.  But we
both know why it had to happen, don't we?"

You hesitate for a moment, wondering whether to protest your treatment or admit
the truth.  Your body sags a little as you reply, "Yes, Sir.  I was a terrible
girl and needed to be punished.  Thank you for caring about me so much."

You feel embarrassed standing there naked, with me fully clothed, a reminder of
your submission to my discipline.  I take your wrists and pull you toward me,
placing your wrists around my neck.  I wrap my arms around you and hug you
tightly to me, and I smile with a warm feeling as you hug me back tighter than
ever before.  I nuzzle your neck and nip your earlobe with my teeth, making you
shudder slightly.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me from now on, Gabrielle?"

"Yes, I promise.  This time I really mean it," you say with a sheepish grin.

"OK.  Now I want you to go back to your room for a half hour quiet time to
think about what you did and the spanking you just received.  You may slide
into bed if you want to, but you will NOT wear any panties for the rest of the
evening, understand?"

You look at me strangely upon hearing the last part about your panties, then
smile as it sinks in that not wearing panties will help keep you focused on
what just happened to your bare bottom at my hands.  "Yes, Sir, I understand."

I give you a full kiss on the cheek and send you off to your room with a
playful spank on one jiggling bun.

'Oh, Sir, just hold me, let me stay here in your arms...' I plead silently as
you gently pull back. 

Blinking back tears, I gather up my clothes and leave.  Why do you always send
me away now?  I just want you to hold me, to let me be safe in your arms...

Back in my room, I slowly sit down on the bed and then stand up quickly as I
realize how sore I am.  I also realize I neglected to get dressed.  I pull my
blouse on, and lie down on my stomach, thinking about how you just punished me.
 I know I deserved it, but why do I feel so betrayed?  I can feel a distant
memory tickling my mind but it's crowded away by emotions of the present.  'YOU
TRICKED ME!!!'  The thought fills me with hopelessness and despair, and I
struggle to remember....

With a sigh, I roll over on my back, and quickly flop back onto my stomach.  I
think about your 'test'.  You seemed pleased that I didn't 'break position'. 
I'm not!  I'm ashamed that it never occurred to me to try to get up, to try to
get away!  I remember a few years ago when the big fires came...a neighboring
ranch was destroyed, along with all the fencing, but the gate remained oddly
undamaged.  After the fire passed, the ranch owner's dog was found sitting
obediently in the rubble behind the gate.  I do NOT want to be submissive!   I
decide to defy you and put on my panties.

Standing up, I pull the soft cotton over my hips and...oh jeez, it hurts!  I
decide I don't want to wear my panties, and quickly pull them down again. 
Well, at least it was my decision!

I flop back down on the bed and drift off into a tangled dream of fires and
dogs and ice cubes...

***************

I give you your half hour alone to contemplate your behavior and the resultant
spanking.  Silently, I approach the door to your room, and open it quietly.  I
see you lying there, eyes closed, breathing softly.

I sit on the bed next to you and smooth the hair back from your face.  Your
eyes flutter open, and I greet you with, "Hi, Honey.  Feeling all better now?" 
You just murmur something unintelligible and snuggle up to me.  I wrap my arms
around you, feeling your nakedness through the sheets.  I lean over and plant a
soft, smooth kiss on your forehead.

"I never want my little girl to leave me.  I want her to be so good that I'm
always proud to have her here," I say in a stage whisper.  I run my hands down
to your rump and feel that it's cooled off.  That's good.  I'm sure you've had
enough....I don't want to prolong your punishment.  

I hug you and rock you slowly back and forth until I hear your breathing slow
and deepen.  I gently disentangle myself from your arms and tuck the bedsheets
snugly around you.  I watch you for a moment and smile....before I turn the
lights out and sneak out the door.

END



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