Sunday, January 17, 2016

"I Should Have Listened", A Story by Barry

He's written before, & has made some changes to his story and added more to it.  Check out this new & longer edition of a previous story.  Miss Jenn

I should have listened

'Barry, Jennifer yells. You jump guiltily. 'How many times have I warned you about your drinking and flirting with other women?'
'Umm...' You try to stall, but she continues without an answer.
'And what did I tell you would happen the next time I caught you looking at women while drinking and flirting?'
Her fists are balled on her hips, her brown eyes flashing fire. SLAP! I asked you a question! You stare down at her black pumps. She grabs your chin and lifts your head as you scan her black skirt and white blouse

'Um, you, uh...' You flush with embarrassment as her eyes bore through you. 'You said I’d get a spanking,' you finish quickly, staring at the floor, your face burning. SLAP!! 'That's right, young man, and that's exactly what is going to happen. You wanted a disciplinarian, you got it!!!

You are going to get a very sound spanking on your naughty, bare bottom. I think 30 minutes with my hand and leather paddle should do it...just for starters!!!!!! I promise you won't forget this spanking for quite some time.'
Your eyes are beginning to sting with tears of humiliation as she scolds you and starts to squeeze your nipples. 'Get your naughty bottom into the corner, young man.' You move slowly to obey her command, feeling childish and humiliated.

'Now, you will have exactly 5 minutes to stand in that corner like a naughty boy and think about how you've behaved.' You hear her footsteps move away and you sigh, staring at the paint in front of your nose, our bottom twitching in anticipation of Jennifer’s wicked hand and paddle.
The seconds crawl past, by the time the 5 is finally up, a swarm of butterflies has taken up residence in your tummy. You hear Jennifer's footsteps approach.

'Come here, Pet.' Biting your lip, you slowly turn and approach the straight-backed chair on which Jennifer is sitting. She grabs your ear as she brushes her long brown hair away from her face, and fixes you with a cold stare that chills you to the core.

'You should be ashamed of yourself, Barry,' 'Yes, ma'am,' you murmur. You lower your eyes and spy the brush and leather paddle next to her lap and folded hands.

Your pulse quickens and your mouth feels dry. 'A 48 year-old man and you're about to go over my knee and get your bare bottom spanked like a five-year-old. It’s shameful, Tony, that you still make it necessary to punish you this way. ‘Please...' you whisper, pleading, clenching your buttocks in dread anticipation. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP 'Quiet,' she orders. 'Come here.' You take another halting step forward, bringing yourself to within a few inches of her lap. She reaches out and quickly unbuttons your pants and lowers your fly. Then she tugs your pants down to your ankles.
You close your eyes in hopeless embarrassment as you feel her fingers in the waistband of your briefs.

In a breath, they too are bundled at your an ankles, and you feel goose bumps prickle across your bared backside. “Chilly?” Jennifer inquires, taking you by the wrist. 'We can take care of that in no time,' she says as she pulls you forward. SLAP!
You lose your balance and fall across her thighs. She slips one leg out from under you and places it firmly over the backs of your legs. Then she pushes your head down until your bottom is upthrust prominently over her left thigh.

'I have told you time and again, if I caught you drinking and flirting again I would spank your bare bottom until you cry like a baby.
Since you obviously can't act like an adult, I think it’s appropriate, don't you?'
'Yes, ma'am,' you say softly, trying to keep the whimper out of your voice.
'I'm glad you agree,' she says matter-of-factly, and without warning, you hear a loud slap and feel a sharp sting on your right bottom cheek.
'OW!' you yelp in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden spank.

A second swat quickly follows, lighting a new fire on your left cheek.
You fight to remain stoic, but as the blazing spanks rain down on your defenseless bottom, you are soon grunting and squirming.
She reaches between your cheeks and squeezes warning you to be still.

You are sure you look ridiculous, face down, your red bottom wiggling about in the air, but you can't help it as you look across at yourself in the mirror.
You kick and writhe, but your bottom is trapped firmly in place.
As the sting and burn becomes unbearable, you are overwhelmed by the pain, and the humiliation, and the helplessness, and hot tears spill down your face.
For a moment, the assault on your tender bottom ceases, and you gasp, trying to fight down the tears that are still wetting the carpet.
But then you hear her pick up another instrument that begins smacking against your bottom and you howl as searing pain envelopes your aching backside.
As you reach back, desperately trying to block the blows, you feel your wrist being pulled up and pinned in the small of your back.
You struggle helplessly against the restraints, but the spanking continues endlessly.
You hear your desperate cries and pleas melt into incoherent crying, and you let your body go limp, accepting the blazing punishment.

Finally, the spanking ends. As you feel the grip on your wrist loosen, your hand flies back to rub your flaming rear.
As, Jennifer pulls you to your feet, you dance about, rubbing your bottom vigorously with both hands.
She turns you around and gives you another 10 whacks. Did I say you could rub your bottom?
Jennifer watches you for a moment as you stumble about, hobbled by your pants which are now hopelessly tangled about your feet.
'Ok, that's enough,' she says finally, taking you by the upper arm and leading you back to the corner. 'Keep your hands at your sides, unless you want another taste of the paddle.' Maybe I should clean your mouth out?
You stand contemplating the corner once more, sniffling, your bottom burning, stinging and smarting.

Even as you are promising yourself never to earn another spanking for the rest of your life, you have a sinking feeling that none-too-soon you will find
yourself right back in this corner, bottom burning, tears running down your cheeks.
You know deep down that it won't be very long until you are making yourself those promises once more...Then you hear her get up and fumble for something in the drawer. You hear the snap of a rubber glove. “Come here Tony and get back across my lap!”  You then realize your punishment is far from over.

Enjoy the view

Jennifer walked into the Control Center and laid down a few papers in front of Barry while asking: “I see here the abbreviation S.O.B., where does it stand for?” Barry looked to her clueless, so she bended over and pointed with her finger where the abbreviation was. Barry started to read that paragraph, but before he could answer, his phone rang. While he answered it, Jennifer suddenly looked up and saw Barry from the other side of the table peeping to her breasts.

Jennifer, suddenly fiercely, hissed to Barry: “Do you have a nice view, you brat?” Barry’s head went immediately red and he averted quickly his head from her décolleté. But that wonderful valley between those breasts, which themselves were hardly covered by that lovely tight blouse, did work as a magnet to his eyes.

Especially when she was standing in this position, he just couldn’t resist letting his eyes shyly wander to her breasts again. Though at one side she was flattered by his admiration, Jennifer was furious that he secretly took the opportunity to peep. She looked to Barry coldly, who made a quick escape towards the coffee-machine.

In the meantime Barry had finished his phone-conversation and explained Jennifer the abbreviation meant Secure Object Mutations, which was an important application hosted by the company for some insurance company’s. “Thanks for the info dear” Jennifer said. Still being upset about his behavior she said to Barry while passing him: “I will get back at you, you little peeping Tom!” “Ut oh, are you gonna put me over your knee Jennifer?” Barry said in a funny way, just to cover up his embarrassment, and walked quickly back to his room with the coffee, without waiting for response.

Jennifer instantly got a shock by hearing those words. While she was walking back to her room, she thought about it, and she noticed that just the idea of putting Barry over her lap turned her on. She would teach him not to peep anymore, by stripping off his trousers, pull down his shorts and then creating a nice black and blue project on that virgin white bottom of him. The moment he would start wailing, she would take a break. She would caress his bottom softly, just giving him the idea that his punishment was over.

Then the moment he relaxed, she would put her right leg over his legs, just to avoid that he could wriggle himself loose. She then would take the nice old fashioned leather paddle out of her office desk, and let it dangle right in front of him while saying: “Look, this brush is going to be the red paint on the canvas called your bottom, you naughty brat!!!” And with a firm WHACK SMACK SLAP would she follow her words through, covering each inch of those naughty buttocks, until he would sob in pain, promising her to be good, and begging her to please stop.

Jennifer smiled, went back behind her computer and concentrated on her work. Still every now and then her thoughts wandered to that caught peeping Barry. She made a decision, if he would come near her one of these days, he would be in burning hot trouble.

She got startled when she suddenly out of the blue heard: “eh Jennifer, my apologies for acting that bad, but what I just wanted to ask, what is the code for the A.S.S. application? “ She saw a blushing Barry standing in the door-opening and replied coldly, while carefully rolling up her sleeves: “I will tell you, but close the door first, not everyone has to hear it”

He did as been told, and walked after that towards her. In the meantime she had turned her chair from the desk and said with a smiling face: “The code for you is from now on Scarlet RED” He looked at her not understandingly, but then the rascal was finally close enough. “And yes, to answer your question, yes, you will be put over my lap. Let’s get started with the spanking of your life.  She grabbed his ear…….

Things don’t always add up right

My name is Jennifer and I want to tell you I am very pleased with the two discipline instruments she purchased several weeks ago. I must add that Barry is the least gratified with respect to the purchase. His level of obedience has risen immensely since I introduced both the Hairbrush and the little Spencer hand leather paddle when delivering discipline.

I have always been a firm believer in that the hairbrush is the maternal instrument for punishment and started using mine on Barry for that purpose early on in our relationship. I found however that something more was needed to deal with his recurring recalcitrant behavior. I decided on scheduling Friday night conduct reviews and brought the two new implements into practice.
Friday nights are no picnic. I like all my sessions to start Barry having a sore bottom. Before we start, I pull Barry by the ear next to me. I put him over my hip and give him 30-50 spanks with my hand just to get his attention. If I don’t spank him standing up, it’s over to the table. First I have him lie on his stomach and sit on his back. He gets the same 30-50 spanks. If I am particularly upset, I get the rubber glove and humiliate him a little.

Here is how it works. Whenever Barry does something wrong, I tally points in my head. He never knows how or when I am making a tally or when I want to cash them in. Take the other night. Barry had two cocktails at dinner. He also had a bit of a roving eye. I waited until he was almost done eating and then said “Well Barry, that’s well over 300 points. I guess the spanking before dinner didn’t get my message across. I think I will cash them in tonight after you drop me off.” He dropped his fork and gave the always famous line “What did I do?” “You had two cocktails. At almost 80 calories a drink, that’s 160 spanks. Plus, look at the difference in cost between a drink and a bottle you could buy in a liquor store. More points. Then you had a roving eye at that table with all those 30 year old women.  5 girls’ times their ages are a lot of points.”  In short, it allows me to punish him whenever I want.

The results have been astounding. Barry's dread of these spanking devices is such that he is becoming fully amenable to my command. I keep both, hanging, with loops attached, in full view on the back of our bedroom door. Today being Friday, he is going to experience their usage for I've just learned of an omission of lies that he will answer for this evening.  God will he be sorry.

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