Message-ID: <15879eli$9810040527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15879.txt> From: firmhand23@aol.com (FirmHand23) Subject: NEW:Loving Correction, Part 2 (M/F,spk,humil,cons) 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981003075352.06032.00005533@ng05.aol.com> x-no-archive: yes **Warning: This story contains spanking themes of an adult nature. If you are under 18, are offended my such material or this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!** A LOVING CORRECTION , Part 2. (M/F, spk, humil, cons) **************** "Yes, Ruth, you really DO need correction, don't you?" I query. "You've let me down again. I think you rather enjoy trying to get a reaction out of me." I lift up your chin and make you look at me. "Why are you looking at the floor? Am I on the floor? Am I? Look up at me, young lady!" I hold you there without saying a word for a moment, towering over you, making you anticipate. "Strip!! Now!!" I command you. You start slowly pushing the straps of your sundress over your shoulders. "Hurry up, I haven't got all day!!" You hurry along, removing your dress and bra. When you're finished, you meekly resume your submissive position on your knees, legs spread, hands behind your back. I watch as your breasts heave with every breath, your rosy nipples standing out like hard little marbles. "Crawl over to the table and fetch me your hairbrush and panties from your handbag," I order you. "And don't touch the hairbrush with your hands, either." You start to rise and I push you down by your shoulders. "Didn't you hear me? I said CRAWL." You blush slightly, then crawl over and fetch the items I've requested, the panties in your right hand and the hairbrush in your mouth. When you return before me, you regain your kneeling position and offer the hairbrush and panties to me with both hands. I take them and place them on the corner of my desk. You're sure they are going to be used later, but you're not sure when or exactly how. "Up on your feet, young lady. It's time you were taught another lesson. One that I hope sticks this time," I announce. I scramble quickly to my feet, foolishly believing that obedience now will somehow make amends for my previous behavior. I desperately want to please you. Without being told, I spread my legs apart and put my hands behind my back. I'm scared...the butterflies in my tummy are so strong that my entire body is trembling. Taking a deep breath, I look up at you. "This will be a little different than last time, honey. I'm going to have to try to impress upon you the importance of disciplined behavior. But I can't have you squirming around like last time." I open my desk drawer and take out some black leather things with stainless steel rings on them. "OK, Ruth, you know the position. Get down over my desk," I command. You belly up to the edge of the desk and slip the towel I've so considerately placed for you between your pubic bone and the desk top. You spread your legs and bend over the desk, reaching far over to grasp the opposite edge. I see you wiggle your chest, planting your nipples solidly into the smooth, polished wood. I slip one black leather strap under your right wrist and buckle it up. Not too tight, but just so you can't pull free of it. I run another longer strap through the shiny ring and down to what you assume is an eyebolt at the bottom of the desk. I do the same with your left wrist, then with both your ankles. I see you tugging at your restraints and smile....but I check them myself anyway to be sure they'll hold. I place your panties in front of you between your outstretched arms, all smoothed out nicely. You look at them and realize that they are there to remind you of your submission and nakedness throughout your spanking. I pick up the hairbrush and run my hand over the polished wooden backside of it, then give my other hand a few whacks just to test it. "Oh, before we begin, Ruth, there's something I almost forgot to ask you. When you went home after the 'show,' did you masturbate while thinking of those men in their skimpy little outfits?" *************** The sight of the black leather straps causes my heart to race in fear...I know you're going to restrain me again. I silently obey your command and lay across your big mahogany desk. I try to think of something, anything, to say to convince you not to restrain me, but before I can, I'm attached to the desk. I tug at the straps, but they hold fast. My heart is pounding in fear. I'm helpless, you're holding my hairbrush, and I know I've been a disobedient brat. My bottom is still sore from the yardstick, and begins to throb in rhythm with my pounding heart. Oh, I am so sorry I got myself into so much trouble! I wonder if I should try to tell you I'm sorry...I don't think you'll believe me...you'll probably just think I'm trying to get you to go easy on me. I sigh deeply and shut my eyes so I won't have to look at my panties. I can't believe you asked me about playing with myself! Why now?? I thought I'd already answered all your questions! I can't answer that!! I'm too embarrassed!!! I don't *want* to answer that question! I hear the thwaack of the hairbrush against your hand, and I whimper softly. I know that what I want doesn't matter and anything less than full cooperation is going to result in extra punishment. But I'm still too ashamed to answer you. My bottom is throbbing steadily...I don't know how I'm going to be able to endure the hairbrush when I'm already so sore. I decide the hairbrush is much, much worse than being embarrassed, and I find the courage to answer your question. "Um, yes, Sir, I did masturbate that night, but I wasn't thinking about the dancers. I was thinking about you, Sir." OMIGOSH, I don't believe I said that out loud! I open my eyes, see my panties and burst into tears of shame. *************** "How flattering, my little Ruth. I'll accept that, even if I don't entirely believe it," I say evenly. I stroke your hair and dab at your tears with a Kleenex as you lay bound over my desk. I put my spanking hand to your lips, and you instantly move forward to kiss it. I move the hairbrush along your cheek, and stage whisper, "Be strong, Ruth." You give a final little sob, then take a deep breath, resigning yourself to your spanking. I move to my position at your left rear, and run my hands over your taut cheeks, which are now sporting goosebumps. I spread your cheeks in a final inspection to be sure your bottom target area is clear for me. I lay the hairbrush across your buttocks and adjust my arm reach to be able to reach both of your twin globes. "Ready, honey?" I ask needlessly. You can't find your voice, but your nod and the flinch of your bare hips indicates that you are indeed prepared for your punishment. **************** You don't believe it! How ironic...I just blurted out the most embarrassing thing I've ever said, and you don't believe it. If you only knew... Ohh. I'm grateful you didn't ask more questions, even though they would have delayed my spanking. I don't know how I'll be able to bear it...but I have to, for you. I want you to be proud of me. You're so thoughtful...even as you're about to spank me, you kindly ask if I'm ready. Of course I'm not ready! I'll never be ready! But I'm as ready as I'll ever be, and I reluctantly nod my head in consent. As you slowly raise the hairbrush off my cheeks, time seems to stand still. In that moment before the first spank lands, I become aware of how hard the desktop is against my breasts; of how stretched out I feel bound into the shape of an X ; of how exposed I am to you, and then THWACKKK! The hairbrush connects with my bottom and I bite my lip so that I won't cry out...I squirm against the restraints, and then I force myself to be still. I want to be strong for you, but it hurts too much! You lift the hairbrush again and I whimper in anticipation... *************** I lift the hairbrush once again after an interval I'm sure feels like several minutes...making you wait, feeling the sting settling in, almost to your hip bones. I bring it down sharply across your right buttock this time, watching the wonderful jiggling it produces. You squirm and whimper, but you're taking it like a big girl. After four spanks, I pause and brush back your hair and tell you to turn to face me. "Aren't you forgetting something, Ruth? Hmmm?" I ask firmly. You stutter, then almost give up, before I see a light go on in your eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir. I forgot to count my spanks. Please forgive me. It's just that I was so...." I interrupt you by placing my fingertips lightly on your lips. "No need to apologize, honey. I know you're anxious. We'll just start the spanking over so you can count properly this time." You begin to protest, but wisely hold your comments to yourself. I see your body sag as you accept your error and the consequences you expected to result. I begin once again. SMAACKKKK!!! "One!" SMAACKKKK!!! "Two!!" SMAACKKKK!!! "OWWW...THREE" SMAACKKKK!!! "OHHHH...F...four!!" I rhythmically alternate between your defenseless cheeks, watching you strain against your bonds. I know you would like more than anything to rub your fanny to relieve the stinging. I lecture you in between the spanks...about being a deceitful girl, using bad judgment, hiding things from me, masturbating without asking me first, etc. Finally, I reach thirty, which you count out breathlessly. I rest my hand on your lower back just above the cleft between your buns, and wait until your squirming settles down. When I feel you become still and your breathing returns to normal, I step before you and offer you the hot surface of the hairbrush. You look at it for a moment with glazed-over eyes, then reach forward and plant a sensuous kiss right in the center, feeling the warmth of your bottom transmitted to your lips through the hairbrush. "Thank you for my spanking, Sir," you remember to say. I know you really mean it. You really feel I care enough about you to monitor your behavior and dish out the necessary discipline for your lapses. I slowly unfasten you from my desk, taking my time, letting you relax a bit. You are glad the spanking is over, but you wonder if the entire discipline session is really over. Or is there more to come? **************** As you gently help me to my feet, I'm unaware of anything other than my burning bottom. My legs wobble, and I hold onto your arm with both hands. I place my head against your upper arm and sigh softly. I'm so glad my punishment is over! I look up at you with a smile, but at the sight of your stern expression my heart sinks. *************** I lead you over to the corner, being mindful of your recent ordeal. I place you in the corner and put you up against the wall, which will steady you. I gently pull your feet apart and place your hands in front of you this time, not wanting to stress you too badly right now. "I want you to remain here with that naughty backside on display until I release you. Is that clear?" I ask you. You nod and mumble a "Yes, Sir" before I leave you alone. I watch as you try to straighten up the best you can and relieve the tension you endured during your hairbrush spanking. I leave you alone for 15 minutes before I slowly get up and approach you. "Time's up, Ruth. We're going to have a little chat, just the two of us. How's that?" I announce. You look up at me and smile, but it's only half-hearted, since you know that what I say isn't always what you think I mean. **************** Your words send a chill down my spine. It seems to me that the two of us have just had quite a chat and why does this sound so ominous? Instinctively, I try to hide my fear. I know you expect an answer to your question, but I'm not sure how to reply...I think it must be some kind of trick. No matter how I answer, you're going to punish me. I notice your eyes begin to darken and decide I'd better say something quickly. With another try at a smile, I reply "Why that would be, um, nice, Sir." **************** I lead you over to my straight back chair, and make you kneel on the seat facing the back. "Now pooch out your bottom for me, Ruth," I instruct you. Your chest lowers a bit as you force your rounded bottom out toward me, still pink from your spanking. I run my hand over your taut skin, feeling the little goosebumps. "Since I want you to have a lasting impression, little girl, you are to receive ten hand spanks, five on each cheek," I announce. "I won't have to tie you down for this, will I, young lady?" "N..No, Sir. I'll hold my position for you," you reply. I smile as I press down on your lower back, steadying you. My right hand rises up.... SLAAPPP!!! "ONE!!" "Good girl. You remembered to count," I praise you. SLAAPPP!!! "TWOOOO!!" SLAAPPP!!! "OWWWW!!! THREEEE!!" Finally number ten is completed, and you're still holding your position, but none too steadily. I help you up off the chair, rubbing your bottom for you to ease the sting a little. I don't want you touching yourself anywhere...at least not yet. I stand you up before me and tell you to place your hands on your head and spread your legs. Once you get into position, I tell you to keep your eyes straight ahead. You wonder what's coming next, as you sense me coming around to your left side, facing you. **************** As I obediently place my hands on top of my head and spread my legs, the butterflies return to my stomach. I take a shaky breath and try not to tremble as you face me. I want to look at you, to let you see the submission in my eyes, AND to try to find out what you're going to do next. I stare straight ahead as instructed and wait. I feel my pulse quicken in fear...is this what you meant when you said we would be having a little chat??? I know that sometimes what you say isn't what I think you mean, but I don't think I'm going to like having a little chat no matter what it means! I stare straight ahead at the buttons on your shirt as I try to be still. I can feel myself trembling, but I'm not sure if you can see it. The room is so quiet...I hear a gaspy sound, and realize it's the sound of my breathing. I concentrate...inhale...exhale...and slowly the sound disappears. I focus on your shirt buttons again...fascinated, I watch them rise and fall steadily as you breath calmly. I study the way the buttons fit through the buttonholes. I wonder who invented buttonholes. Which came first the button or the buttonhole? As I give this serious thought, I realize that if buttons had never been invented your shirt would be open and your chest would be naked. Like I'm naked. Suddenly I feel very exposed. I'm sure you're staring at me. I start to look down at the floor in embarrassment, but luckily I remember you told me to stare straight ahead. I look at your buttons again, but now they seem to be mocking me, making me feel even more aware of my nakedness. I think about you watching me. I wish you weren't wearing your shirt. I'd much rather stare at your bare chest than at your shirt buttons. I don't want to think about this...it's making my nipples grow hard, and I know you'll notice and then you'll know I'm having naughty thoughts about you. **************** As I come over to your side, I see that your nipples are hardening a bit. I stop, bend down and give each of them a brief kiss. In doing so, I place each little nib between my lips and pull, letting the tip of my tongue graze it before I let it return to its normal jutting position. Fully hard now, I position myself to your left, up close. I get in close to you, so you can feel my legs touching yours, and my shirt against your arms. I lean forward, my lips nuzzling your ear, and ask, "How was your spanking, Ruth?" "F...fine, Sir. I learned my lesson this time, really I did." "Why did I have to spank you, Ruth?" "I needed my spanking because I was a naughty girl again. I disobeyed you and didn't tell you the whole story at once," you reply, hanging your head. You feel my hands sandwich you, my right hand on your lower back, moving downward, at the same time my left hand strokes your tummy and moves down toward your little brown bush. "How does my little girl deserve to be spanked when she's so naughty?" I press on. "She deserves to be spanked....bare," you finally choke out. The fingers of my left hand are tracing little light lines up and down your slit, my middle finger finally working its way between your pouty lips and up inside your pussy, my palm pressing on your hard, slippery clit. My right middle finger has already been coated with your pussy juices and slips easily up inside your rectum in one smooth motion. You gasp slightly at the simultaneous intrusion, but you obediently hold your position. I lift up slightly with both hands, causing you to rise on your toes. "Who has control over every part of you right now, Ruth?" I ask, searching your face for every nuance of expression. "You do, Sir." "And why is it that I must have control over you and punish you, little girl?" "Because you love me and care about me, Sir. I know you do!" I detect the hint of a grin as you say the last words a bit more confidently. Tightening my grip a little more and pulling up harder, impaling you on my fingers to the maximum depth, I ask you, "And who loves you more than me, my dear Ruth?" "No one, Sir!" you exhale, feeling stronger inside now for having endured your just discipline and being reassured that I still love you. **************** 'You must, or you wouldn't spend so much time disciplining me', I realize, oddly proud that I deserve so much attention. 'Ohhhhhhh...your hands feel soooo gooood', I think to myself, quivering in anticipation. As I wonder how your hands can be so punishing one minute and so full of pleasure the next, your voice breaks into my thoughts. 'Omigosh, I'm going to cum from your hands!', I realize as you nearly lift me off my feet. I lose myself to the pleasure, aware of nothing but your hands, holding me, filling me. As my pleasure intensifies, you speak again. 'Please let me cum!', I plead silently. I try to hide my frustration as your fingers slowly retreat... 'Mmmmmm, I love the way you kiss,' I decide, as I savor the delicious sensations running through me. As the kiss slowly ends, you take me by the wrist and guide me toward your bedroom. **************** I give you a lingering kiss on your cheek as I release the pressure from my hands, letting your feet go flat on the carpet as my fingers slowly withdraw from your two most private openings. I turn your shoulders around so you are facing me. I lift your chin up slightly so you are looking up into my eyes, and you begin to smile; a contented, proud smile, one that shows how happy you feel about having someone like me who cares enough to discipline you when you need it. I kiss you tenderly on your lips, my tongue just flickering over your lips, teasing you. You throw your arms around my neck, and return the kiss...long and so deep. My hands wrap around you, pulling you into me. We finally part, and I lead you by the wrist toward my bedroom... **************** 'By the wrist???? Why didn't he take me by the hand???' My heart sinks as I worry. 'Did he ever actually say my punishment was over...did he tell me he forgave me???' I try to remember, but I can only think of the pleasure I was feeling...the words are a blur. I suppose it doesn't really matter...you'll do whatever you intend to do regardless of whether or not I can remember what you said. Or for that matter, regardless of what I thought you meant if I could remember what you said. Despite my uncertainty, I make no effort to pull away, and willingly follow you into your bedroom. **************** Once in my bedroom, I pick you up and lie you gently on the bed. I smooth back the hair from your face and give you another kiss. "You're forgiven, my little angel," I tell you, finally bringing closure to the discipline. You kiss me back and pull me onto the bed with you, knowing that your rewards are imminent. **************** Your words fill me with warmth, and I hug you tightly to me. I look at you and smile, secure in the knowledge that you've forgiven me. I reach up and slowly begin to unfasten your shirt buttons...at last they're all undone and I run my fingers through the dark hair on your chest, delighting in the feel of your skin. You sit up slowly and remove your shirt, tossing it aside as you turn back to me. I wrap my arms around you and run my hands up and down your back. Your skin feels so warm and smooth, and I can feel your muscles ripple as you hug me. I press my bare breasts tightly against your bare chest and sigh softly. I know you love me SOOOO much, and now I want to show you how much I love you, especially for having punishing me for my bratty behavior. END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>