Sunday, December 27, 2015

"First Steps", A Story by Crie

Another great writer and I think you will like her writing style. I'd like to introduce you to Crie and this wonderful story that she wrote for me. Enjoy!


My heart was doing flip-flops as I entered the room.   As I was reminding myself that I was the one who started this journey, I heard a voice ask me if I was going to say hello.   My lips moved even though my voice was barely a whisper.  *Hello Miss Jenn*  The words left my mouth and my eyes hit the floor.  Somehow from the time of knocking on the door and entering, my head had at least tripled in weight and I could not lift it to meet her eyes.  What was I afraid of?  Why was I so nervous?  She and I had communicated numerous times as we each waited for this day.   One part of me felt like I was going to meet an old trusted friend.  The communication between us had been honest and open as we each learned about the other through the distance and time that had separated us.  Then, there was this other part that *knew*.  That part knew that today would be a bit of a life changer.  This woman was going to take me over her knee and spank me.  As my eyes searched the floor, I felt her hand take hold of the arm of my wheelchair.  My eyes immediately closed as I sensed her kneeling down in front of me.  I didn't want to see her, not yet.  I wasn't ready.  The thoughts in my head were a tangled mess of confusion and uncertainty.  The room was totally silent and I was certain she had to have been able to hear my heart beating out of my chest.  My entire body tensed and I waited.  My voice had somehow slipped far out of my reach and all I could do was bite my lip over and over.  Was she looking at me?  Was she studying me?  Have I already failed?  As the thoughts raged within, a soft hand cupped my cheek.  Her thumb grazed slowly across it before her fingers moved to my chin encouraging me to raise my head.  I knew she was right there, inches away.  The silence between us had a calming effect on me.  Even though I was still attempting to chew my lip clean off, I opened my eyes.  I was met with a smile that took my breath away and made me blush no less than 4 shades of red.  Her hand stroked my cheek. *Ah, there's my good girl, I am so glad you are here today.  How about if I move you over to the sofa and we sit there?*  
Miss Jenn knew that I was in a wheelchair most of the time and that I could also walk short distances.  She maneuvered my chair around and helped me stand.  As I walked to the sofa and sat on the far corner, she put my chair off to the side.  My eyes followed her.  She was dressed in a skirt and blouse and looked lovely.  I smiled as she took the backpack from the back of my chair and said, *I wonder what I am going to find in here?*  My hand went to my mouth covering it and I actually giggled as she was walking back with it.  That giggle started breaking down the wall of uncertainty and I replied with one word, *Stuff*.  That single word came out with all the silliness, joy and pride of a young child.  The button inside of me had been pushed and the little girl within came bubbling to the surface.  Miss Jenn had known that it would.  We had talked about this ahead of time.  That backpack was filled with things a little girl might have.  Everything from school and reading books to toys, snacks and naughty things.  She came and sat on the sofa, setting the backpack to the side.  

Together we sat and talked.  The conversation started slowly at first, but soon an ease set in. We could have been mistaken for old friends who were catching up with one another to any outsider who may have looked in.  She took the time to check in with me.  Asking how I was doing physically right then and if there was anything new or different that she needed to know about my body for the session we were going to have together.  Her care, concern and professionalism came shining through and I felt comfortable and at ease with her.  Earlier I had given her a couple of suggestions for a first session outlining a couple of things from my past that had taken place.  I had told her how I wished they could have been different and about the guilt that I was still feeling even as an adult.  I knew there would be some role-play and I was comfortable with that.  What I did not know is what exactly was going to be dealt with.  I knew I was going to be spanked, the first discipline spanking for me, ever.  Each of us knew that I would be seeing her for multiple sessions and that for this first session, I needed to have her established as the authority figure in my life.
She reached for the backpack and asked me if I had done my homework last night.  Before I could answer, she told me that the teacher had called her and told her that I hadn't done any of the homework for three days and that she had told the teacher that she would deal with it.  I was also suppose to have stayed in during recess and written lines 50 times about doing what I was told to do, bring it home for Mom to sign and turn it into the teacher the next day.  When my eyes met Miss Jenn's I saw an authority figure that was none too pleased with me at that moment.  *Why have you lied to me about doing your homework, young lady?*  The pit of my stomach hit the floor at that moment.  Words stumbled out of me, protesting that I had done it and the teacher lost it, the teacher didn't like me, etc.  All this time, she is going through my notebook, looking at the workbooks. *And, where are the sentences I am suppose to sign?* 
Obviously, there were no sentences written in that notebook.  That wasn't something she and I had set up but I knew exactly where she was going.  I told her I didn't do them because I didn't have to.  Daddy had told me that the teachers have no authority over me and can't make me do stuff like that if I don't want to.  She let me know in no uncertain terms that Daddy was not in charge anymore, she was, and I would do exactly what I was told to do from now on.  She opened a workbook in front of me and showed me the unfinished pages.  *So the teacher has lost the pages that are still in your work book?, another lie? I am finished with your lying and disrespect young lady and I am going to punish you.  Things are changing from this moment on.*
Miss Jenn slid closer to me and pulled me across her lap.  She sat back so my body was fully supported by the sofa.  I was protesting and wiggling as well as telling her that she can't do *this*.  Her answer was a sharp stinging *SLAP* to my bottom.  Even through my dress, she got my attention.  As her hand rained down, she lectured me about my behavior.  She told me I was going to be a good little girl doing what I was told to do from that moment on or I would find myself over her lap a lot more.  I didn't notice when the dress was flipped up and out of her way.  All I noticed was a growing stinging heat all across my bottom.  This was it.  This is what I had come here for.  As she began pulling my panties down, the protests from me began in earnest.  The struggle was in vain and she got the panties down much faster than I could even try to tug them back up.  Suddenly, I was being given a bare bottom spanking that had me squirming like hell to get away from that stinging hand.  No spanking I had ever had, had set my bottom on fire like this and she was only using her hand!  By the time she stopped, I thought it was an eternity already and was glad it was over with.  Silly me.  She stopped long enough to take a wooden hairbrush that was on the table beside her and then the real message began coming through loud and clear.  I was promising to be the best girl ever for the rest of my life as that hairbrush started a whole different kind of fire in my nether regions.  She brought that brush down over and over, bringing me to the edge of tears.  When it was finally over with and I laid in place recovering, her voice was calm and soothing as she told me that she did care enough to discipline me.  

She helped me sit up and I sure didn't care that i was sitting there with my panties down to my knees.  My eyes were filled with tears but none had fallen.  We both knew that I might not actually cry, not this time anyway.  As we started to talk a little, she cocked her head to the side and had a strange look on her face.  I could not read her expression.  She said, *Crie, Do you remember when we talked before about your writing?  You had made a comment about how no one cared whether or not you actually wrote.*  I told her I remembered, wondering where she was going with this.  She continued, *And I told you that I cared and said I would like to see you writing at least every other day?*  Yes, I remembered.  She looked at me and asked, *How did you do with that?  I know you agreed to do that.*  I started biting my lip again, but I was honest with her.  I told her that I knew I had missed the every other day writing at least twice.  She slowly nodded her head.  As the silence started to grow, I looked away.  She asked me to look at her and then told me, * The spanking I just gave you was really for that little girl inside of you.  It was a good first spanking to begin with*.  I nodded, still feeling the heat very clearly.  I was confused to say the least.  What was this?  She looked at me and said *Crie*, you are a whole person and you have sought me out as your disciplinarian for the time being.  I asked you to do something and you agreed to do it.  You decided not to do as you said you would do, twice.*  All I could think at that moment was Oh my God, is this really happening?  Miss Jenn continued and told me that since it was only twice that I decided to skip doing what I said I would do, that I could pick the two implements she would spank me with.  Now??  Seriously?  My hand immediately flew to my very warm backside before my eyes met hers.  Being a smart ass, I asked, *I don't suppose that I can have the two implements be your right and your left hand?*  Score one for my side, she did laugh!  Suffice it to say though, I didn't get to choose the two implements and before she was finished, I really did cry.

3 comments:

  1. I enjoyed your story Crie, you have a great writing style.

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