Tina leaned back in the chair, looking at the lit cigarette in her hand. She had been doing so well, having gone days without even a thought of a cigarette crossing her mind. Until this afternoon, that is. A cleaning spree uncovered the unopened pack under the bed, and although she had momentarily considered throwing them out, it seemed such a waste and she decided against it. A decision she would regret soon enough.
Her lack of self-control concerning smoking irritated her; time after time she had tried and failed. Hypnosis, patches, and chewing gum…nothing seemed to work. Tina had struggled with other addictions and won, but this was a battle she knew she would never win without help.
Days earlier, in a conversation with the one person that could help her, she mentioned that she once again intended to try and quit smoking. David had asked if she was sure this time and she told him yes. “Do you want me to help you?” he had asked, and again she answered yes, knowing exactly what kind of help he was offering. “Are you sure you want me to help? You know I will do whatever I have to, to make sure you succeed this time, don’t you?” He was a man with many sides to his personality, but it was his dominant side that she loved the most. “You know what will happen if I find out that you’ve smoked just one cigarette, don’t you Tina?” “Yes honey, I know and I will accept whatever you feel is necessary to help me stop.” As much as she wanted to believe that this man she adored and loved would do what was necessary…she REALLY wanted to quit smoking…but she knew in the back of her mind that he might be unable to follow through with his promise. David had been preoccupied for the last few weeks with serious business concerns and hadn’t been able to think of anything other than business, certainly helping his lover quit smoking was not high on his priority list.
Sitting in front of the computer, the cigarette had seemed like a good idea at the time, and after she had finished it, a wave of guilt swept over her. She brought up the instant message screen and typed a one-line message to David. “Mmmmm mmmm mmmm, that cigarette tasted good!” In the back of her mind, Tina hoped that he would realize it was her way of asking him to help her, no matter how disappointed he was that she couldn’t go a few days without smoking. She hesitated for a moment, knowing the consequences of her flip statement. She also knew if she didn’t tell him, without his intervention, she would be back to smoking a pack a day in no time. She hit the send button and waited nervously for a reply.
“We will discuss this Thursday night, Tina.In the mean time, I would suggest you don’t have another, if you know what’s good for your bottom!”
What she needed more than anything was for David to help her realize that if she smoked again, he would not tolerate her lack of self-control. But for now, he was a hundred miles away, and her fear of the spanking she had just asked for waned as she lit another cigarette, turned off the computer and readied herself for a long night at work.
As the evening wore on, she had all but forgotten all her conversation with David, and his promise of disciplining her if she continued to smoke. Which she did…. three, four, five cigarettes on the drive to work; six, seven, eight, nine on her breaks; ten, eleven, twelve before the night was over. At the end of her shift, she deciding it would be best to leave the unfinished pack in her locker, to avoid slipping anymore than she already had.
Now the question at hand…did she come clean or tell a lie to protect herself? She had never lied to him before, but this time wasn’t sure honesty was the best policy. As she crawled into bed, she decided to not say anything. She COULD do this, why make matters worse by having to deal with David’s disappointment in her. She was disappointed enough for the both of them and as she drifted off to sleep swore she would not have another cigarette. Or would try not to at the very least…
That evening, while at the computer answering mail, she received an instant message from him. “HOW MANY CIGARETTES HAVE YOU SMOKED?” She disregarded the question, hoping to avert the conversation, proceeding to ask him about his day, and any other mindless question that would change the subject.
Being an intelligent man, he immediately realized what she was up to. “Changing the subject will only add to your “warmth.” I suggest — STRONGLY — that you answer my question. NOW.”
She pondered for a moment, and answered him, “None!” The lie had been told; she could not take it back. He knew her too well, and immediately replied, “Lying = 4 sets with the cane. Would you care to change your “testimony?”
Tina thought being cute would be the way to go and answered, “At this time I would like to invoke my rights under the 5th amendment of the constitution!” This attempt to evade the question did nothing but raise the level of his anger.
“This is not a court of law. YOU have given up your disciplinary rights when you asked me to help you. So I will ask you AGAIN: HOW MANY CIGARETTES HAVE YOU HAD?”
” I have had several. Do you need an exact number?
“Tina, I will NOT ask you again. HOW MANY? If you choose to “dodge” me again, I will have to assume that you have had 2 packs (40 cigarettes) which would result in 800 strokes with the paddle, per our original agreement of 20 strokes for each cigarette.”
Her fear rose as she realized he was serious this time, and she again lied to protect herself. “I’ve had 7.”
“You’re lying to me again. You’ve had more. How many? A pack? More?”
She knew she was caught, and it was impossible for her to lie again. Even a hundred miles away, he knew. “Not a pack…but I did the math and I hate the paddle!!! A half a pack…plus 2″ she reluctantly replied.
“If you lied (and you’ve admitted as much), then you will feel the cane for the first time. I’m not kidding here, Tina. You told me you wanted to stop. I told you I would do whatever is necessary to help. I plan to uphold my “end” of the bargain…”
Her level of fear was rising steadily as he spoke, but there was no way out of her precarious situation. “I just told you…12 cigarettes. And you said you would NEVER use the cane on me!”
” That was before you lied to me. You know I will not tolerate dishonesty. That’s 12 cigarettes x 20 = 240 paddle strokes plus, the initial lie, which adds 4 sets with the cane. Since you FINALLY “came clean,” I will reduce this to 120 strokes with the paddle, with only 2 sets (of 6) with the cane. Do you think that’s fair?”
” I know you’re not kidding…and I do want to stop smoking, you know that! I don’t think I’ll be able to take that many.”
“DO YOU THINK THAT’S FAIR?” It was obvious his patience with her was quickly running out.
“Yes, David, but it doesn’t really matter if I think its fair or not, does it?”
“Tina, you’ll have to trust me: I have NO intention of damaging my “playground.” I have EVERY intention, however, of upholding my end of our “arrangement,” and you will not sit comfortably for days. I will make ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN, that there are many breaks, and many distractions. But you are REALLY going to get it, Tina. I suggest — once again — that you ditch whatever remaining cigs you have left. IMMEDIATELY.”
“I left them at work so I wouldn’t smoke them. I will get rid of them when I get there tonight and I will not smoke them, I promise…but keep in mind…I work in a smoke-filled environment…if I smell like smoke when you see me in the morning, I don’t want you assuming I’ve smoked more.”
“I trust you to tell me the truth. If I find out you’ve lied, well, then, you already know the consequences. Remember being bent over the back of the chair? Remember the “swiiiissssssshhhhhhh” sound the cane makes? I didn’t use it then, but I WILL use it now!”
“I always tell you the truth. And yes, I do remember. I’m so stupid…I don’t want you to use the cane. Please David…don’t…it will hurt too much…”
“I know that I have been preoccupied the last few weeks, and I’ve let you get away with things that would have had you over my knee in an instant. But, I forgot to tell you: Jonathan has been talking to a 6 billion dollar conglomerate that wants to hire “teams” to join them. I will be part of one of those teams. I’m feeling VERY confidant right now. Needless to say, my business concerns and worries are about over. And your worries are about to begin.”
“You are in MUCH trouble, Tina. You WILL feel the cane, because you lied to me. It WILL hurt — a GREAT DEAL. But I am not a novice: I will wield it with authority and skill. AND distraction. AND love. I TOLD YOU what would happen if you did certain things. You CHOSE to do them anyway. I WILL follow through.” His words terrified her, at the same time exciting her in a way she didn’t understand.
He continued, “But I am NOT a sadist. You will receive exactly what I told you that you will, and you will receive it with mercy. I have NO desire to make you hate me. I have EVERY desire to help you quit smoking, and to not lie to me about any “lapses” you might have…”
“I know you are not a sadist…and you know I want to quit…more than anything!” She thought she could lessen the severity by reasoning with him. ” But what about the neighbors? What if I scream? I have a very low threshold for pain.”
“I won’t lie to you: it will be VERY intense. But I also hope you realize that I’m capable of keeping the intensity within your realm of acceptability: I don’t think you’ve EVER seen me/experienced me “at my best.” You will most certainly cry. But I won’t make you scream in pain. That simply won’t happen. CLOSE. SO CLOSE. But NEVER to that level….”
“Yes but you’ve never had to actually discipline me…. you must know I have a very low tolerance to pain…I’ve told you that…. but I KNOW that this must be done…since it’s because of MY actions (and my truthfulness, or lack thereof) that it’s happening in the first place. This I realize…But it does nothing to lessen the sense of dread I’m feeling…I wish I hadn’t told you now…”
“Well…you DID tell me. You wanted me to know. Now that I do, I will do whatever I have to, to make sure you quit smoking once and for all. Because I love you. Is that understood?”
Tina sighed deeply as she stared at his words. A real sense of fear was slowly creeping upon her. What had she done? “Yes, David. I understand. Completely.”
“Very well then, I will expect you here after work on Thursday morning. We will continue our discussion then.” And then he was gone.
That night, she couldn’t think of anything other than his words. His promise to discipline her…for smoking, for lying. She knew from the very beginning of their relationship what she could expect; he loved to give an “erotic” spanking as much as she like to receive one…but he was a firm believer in discipline and had spelled out what would earn her a “punishment” spanking…drinking and driving, disrespecting him in public (or private), constant profanity, and lying. He had spanked her on many occasions for her smart aleck attitude and her sarcastic comments. But a punishment spanking was much worse, and something David had told her he hoped he would never have to give her. Her apprehension continued to build as the night wore on, and by the time she stepped onto the train into the city the next morning; her hands were visibly shaking, if noticeable only to her. By the time she had reached his building and climbed the five flights of stairs to his apartment, she was too exhausted to worry about it any longer. “Let me just get through this and I swear I’ll never smoke or lie again!” she thought to herself as she turned the key in the door, slowly pushing it open to find David waiting for her with a smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, “Honey, I’m so glad you’re here…I missed you so,” he whispered in her ear. For a brief moment, she thought that all had been forgiven, as he held her in his strong arms. He had a way of making her feel loved and protected when he held her like this…”But make no mistake about it, Tina. You are in HUGE trouble, young lady!”
He pulled back and gazed at her for a moment, and as their eyes met, she could see his love for her in them, but also his determination.
“I know that you’re exhausted. You worked all night, and then made the trip up here. Why don’t you take a shower, let me make you some breakfast and then you can get some sleep. I want you to be rested for our “discussion,” which we will have later this evening.”
She was too tired to disagree with him, and was grateful for the reprieve, however short lived it might be. After her shower and breakfast, she fell exhausted into the bed; unable to keep the thoughts of what might…what WOULD happen when she awakened. She tossed and turned, until David came and lay beside her, holding her in his arms until she fell into a fitful sleep.
She awoke several hours later to the sounds and smells of dinner being prepared. A smile crossed her face as she walked into the kitchen, watching him standing over the stove. He had NEVER cooked when they first met, they always went out to eat or ordered in.
They had met a year ago, and from the moment he took her face in his hands and kissed her for the first time, Tina had been consumed with a passion she had never known. As their relationship progressed and she discovered his dominant side, his love of spanking and anal sex, she knew that she would always want to be with him. He was the man she had always looked for. It had taken him awhile to realize (and trust) that she truly loved him with all her heart; and now here he was, in love with her as deeply as she was with him. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat, he was so handsome, so wonderful…she truly was a lucky woman.
“Ah, finally you’re awake!” he said as she walked into the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek. “I knew the smell of food would work!” He grinned at her and gently swatted her on her backside as she turned and started to walk out of the room. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about our discussion this evening, young lady.” His words stopped her in her tracks and sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine.
“I didn’t think you had, David…did you have to bring it up immediately? But since you did, you must know how much I’m dreading this. I’m sorry I lied to you. I really am. Can you please forget about using the cane? I’m terrified of it. Please?”
” I KNOW you are dreading this, and I know that the thought of the cane scares you. But you lied to me, and as I’ve told you before, I will not tolerate dishonesty. I’m sorry, Tina, but I’m going to give you a spanking/paddling that you will NEVER forget. You will think twice before you smoke another cigarette…or lie to me again”
“I TOLD you the parameters. YOU chose to push them. As a result, you’re in trouble. More trouble than, I believe, you have ever felt yourself in. I am a dominant man, my love. It is who I am. You’ve just never seen this facet of my dominant side, because I’ve never been in this “mode” with you. You’ve never given me reason to, until now. You are about to experience it…whether you like it or not. You said you wished you hadn’t told me about your smoking. I don’t believe that. I also think that you’ve been wishing a long time for someone like me. You got your wish, my love. Beware of what you wish for, sometimes wishes come true…” He looked at her lovingly, but continued to speak, never raising his voice, his tone almost soothing her.
“Believe this, though. I’m going to discipline you, and do my best to make sure that you do what you want to do, QUIT SMOKING.”
“I thank the Good Lord every day that I met you, I love you more than anything in this world, and I will not allow cigarettes to destroy you and your health anymore than they already have. I want you to be with me for a long time and so the smoking ends right NOW! Go freshen up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, and we have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart.”
Tina obeyed him without question. She was left speechless by the sheer power he exerted over her; and she knew that he was right. Damn him! Why was he always right? Before meeting David, Tina had always lived her life on her own terms, with her own rules, never caring who or what she destroyed in the process. Everyone had always taken her crap. But not David. She HAD always wished for a man like him, a man that could tame her, tell her when she was wrong or taking a path that could be self destructive. No other man had ever cared enough to try. That is, until he came along and gave her what she had always longed for. Love…security…structure…and now, discipline.
They lingered over dinner, talking about various events during their week. Although they lived over a hundred miles apart, they were both determined to not let it interfere with the intimacy they shared, and both made concessions in order to make their long distance relationship work. One thing they never lacked was conversation, and she tried to use this to her advantage, dragging out dinner as long as possible, fending off the inevitable. Of course, David saw right through her ploy, and announced, “I think dinner is over, don’t you?”
“Yes, I guess it is. Let me finish my wine and I’ll clean up.” Tina got up to clear the table, but David had other ideas.
“I will clean the dishes. What I want you to do is…” She could see the transformation in his demeanor almost immediately and knew it was time for the discussion to begin. “…While I am doing the dishes, I want you to stand in the corner in the living room, hands behind your back, and contemplate what has gotten you into this predicament.”
Tina looked at him incredulously. “You want me to do WHAT?”
“Do not make me repeat myself. Was I not clear in my instructions?”
“You were, but seriously David…stand in the corner? You’ve got to be kidding me. I am not a child!”
“Then stop acting like one…and a spoiled one at that. I am not playing here. Do as I say, or suffer the consequences. It’s your choice.”
“FINE!” Tina turned away and stomped towards the living room, David following closely behind her, taking her by the arm and turning her towards him.
“I detect ALOT of attitude here and I think you should reconsider before using that tone with me again young lady, or that perfect little bottom of yours won’t be sitting for a week! Now…face the corner and stand still.” He took her by the shoulders and turned her towards the corner of the room, sliding his hands down her arms, taking her by the wrists and placing them behind her back. The room went dark as he slid the blindfold over her eyes.
“Very good. Now I want you to think…and think hard about what you’ve done to bring this on yourself. And I suggest you do not move. Do I make myself clear?”
Tina just didn’t know when to turn off the “smart-aleck” attitude. “CRYSTAL!” she replied and as she did, she felt the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on her skirted bottom. Once, twice, three times…hard! The warmth radiated across her skin, and she could feel the wetness between her legs as her heart pounded in her chest.
“I thought I told you NOT to use that tone with me again. I would suggest that you don’t push your luck tonight.”
“Not another word. I will be back when I’m done with the dishes.” He walked out of the room, and she was left there alone with her thoughts.
Tina was strangely excited, but had no idea why. This man was making her stand in the corner like a child that had misbehaved, blindfolded, hands behind her back, and all she could think of was not what had gotten her into trouble in the first place, but that her panties were soaked and she was aroused to the point of trembling. As much as she dreaded the spanking she was going to get, the anticipation of what would follow it was enough to excite her to her very soul. When he touched her, kissed her…made love to her in every way imaginable, he could take her to a place she had only dreamed of before meeting him…a place only he could take her to…
“Are you ready for our discussion now, Tina?” The sound of his voice, deep and confidant in her ear brought her back to reality.
“Would it make a difference if I said I wasn’t?” She really didn’t think it would, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“I think you already know the answer, don’t you? As he spoke, he turned her around and led her across the room to the sofa, and sat down, leaving her standing beside him. “Did you think about why you are in this predicament?” He spoke softly, but with an undeniable air of authority that scared her, but excited her at the same time.
“Because I smoked after I said I wouldn’t, and then to protect myself I lied about it.”
“Didn’t we discuss what would happen if you smoked another cigarette, before you decided to quit? Didn’t I make it perfectly clear to you what would happen?”
“Yes, David, you did. We agreed on 20 strokes with the paddle for every cigarette.”
“Obviously, that wasn’t enough of a deterrent for you, was it? If you thought that I wouldn’t hold up my end of the arrangement, you were wrong. I am going to do EXACTLY what I promised for this lapse. Do you remember what that was?”
The fear she was feeling was evident as she answered him. “You…you said I would get 120 with the paddle.” She fidgeted nervously as she stood there, unable to see anything but the darkness.
“And…? What else did I promise?”
Tina paused for a moment, unable to even speak of what she feared most. “Tina, WHAT ELSE? You haven’t forgotten, have you?” David never raised his voice, but his tone made her shiver in fear.
“No… no… I didn’t forget. I lied to you, and because of that I get 12 strokes with the cane.” She could barely get the words out, her voice trembling as she spoke. “David, PLEASE…please don’t use it. I promise I will never lie to you again. I don’t want it. If you love me you won’t…”
He cut her off before she could get another word out. “It is because I love you that I MUST do this. You will be punished exactly as I said, and you will accept it. If you feel you are unable accept it, you can gather your things and leave. I am not playing a game here. This is the way it is, and the way it will always be. You knew from the very beginning that I would discipline you if I felt it was necessary, if your actions warranted it. I had hoped I would never have to, but you have left me no alternative. Make your choice now…accept my decision or leave.”
Tina was stunned by his words. She KNEW all along that this could happen, but never thought she would EVER do something to warrant a “punishment” spanking. And as much as she dreaded the spanking she had coming, the thought of leaving him, never seeing him again would be the worst kind of punishment imaginable. “I’ll accept it, David. I want to stay.”
“Very well then. Let’s begin, shall we?” He attached the restraints to her wrists, fastening them in front of her as she stood. “Come and lay across my lap. NOW.” He pulled her across his lap, attaching the restraints above her head to the wooden armrest on the sofa. “That is so I don’t have to worry about your hands getting in the way.”
He flipped up her skirt, running his hand over the smooth silk of her panties, before gently pulling them down to her knees. “Are you ready to begin, Tina?”
Her voice was soft as she replied, “Yes, David. I’m ready.”
“Good. I want you to count for me. I want you to count every one. If you lose count, we will start all over again. Do you understand?”
Her body was trembling, and her voice wavered as she whispered, “I…yes…I understand David.”
He rubbed the paddle over her bare bottom. The wood felt cool against her and she shivered slightly as he moved it over her skin. By the time she realized the paddle was no longer caressing her, the first stoke of the paddle had landed.
SMACK!! “One…” SMACK!! “Two…” SMACK!! “Three…” SMACK!! “Four…” SMACK!! “Five…” The stinging swats of the paddle rained all over her bottom, never landing in the same place twice, the warmth starting to radiate from every inch of her unprotected, soft skin. She continued to count, taking longer to answer with every smack of the unforgiving paddle, whimpering softly. SMACK!! “OUCH! ” “Fifteen…” SMACK! SMACK! “Sixteen…Seventeen…” The tears began to well up in her eyes, her muscles tensing, her wrists straining against the restraints. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! “Eighteen…Nineteen…Twenty…” she could no longer hold back the tears and began to weep softly. David continued to paddle her, sometimes steady and slow, making her think about each one; sometimes a flurry of strokes, the first flurry making her cry out loud, pleading for a reprieve.
“OOOWW (sobbing) Please… stop David, I can’t…I can’t take anymore.”
“You can and you WILL. This was the agreement…this is what you wanted. You bottom is a nice shade of red, but it will be much redder by the time I’m finished.”
The paddle landed over and over on Tina’s tender and burning bottom, she was sobbing as she counted each stroke, begging for him to stop. “Pleeeese…pleeease…David…” Her cries were falling on seemingly deaf ears and the paddle continued to blister her bottom. She tried to wriggle her body away, bringing her feet back to fend off the paddle, but it was of no use.
“Do I NEED to restrain your legs too? Now, STOP MOVING!” The paddle came down harder, a warning to heed his words…
SMACK! SMACK! “OOOWWW!!” SMACK! SMACK! “Fifty Seven…Fifty Eight…David…pleeeeeeease…not SO HARD!!! Fifty Nine…Sixty…”
“Halfway Tina…. halfway…”
He lay the paddle on the small of her back, and his hand softly massaged her burning ass, his fingers finding their way between her legs, gently sliding one, then two fingers in and out of her wetness, another rubbing against her clit, then to her rosebud, pressing his finger against the tight opening of her anus until he slowly pushed it all the way inside. Tina had almost forgotten about the paddle, her crying becoming soft moans as his fingers moved inside her…she loved when he fucked her ass, and knew when the spanking was done, that was exactly what he would do.
His hand again moved to her bottom, massaging her for a moment before picking up the paddle again. “Are you ready to continue? Where did we leave off?”
“Sixty, I think.”
“Sixty you THINK? Are you sure? It would be a shame to have to start from the beginning, wouldn’t it?”
“Sixty. I’m sure.”
“Correct.” He rubbed the paddle over her bottom, running it down the back of her legs before resuming her punishment. The strokes of the paddle had left no part of her bottom unscathed. Every inch was burning, hurting with an intensity she had never experienced. But at the same time she could feel the immense wetness between her legs, knowing that it had not gone unnoticed by David as his free left hand slid under her body draped over his lap and teased her clit as he brought the paddle down on her ass. He KNEW that as much as she hated the spanking, it was exciting her at the same time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She was crying uncontrollably now, her body wracked with sobs, wailing loudly with each stroke of the paddle as she continued to count… “Eighty-Seven…OOOHHH…PLEEEASE, OH PLEEEASE… Eighty-Eight… Eighty-Nine… “STOP DAVID…PLEASE!! Ninety…”
“We are almost done. Thirty to go.”
By this time, she had lost control. Crying, sobbing, begging him to stop…the paddle coming down over and over, her bottom on fire, the heat radiating out all over her body. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she strained against the restraints, her wrists now sore from the struggle. Her chest was heaving from the sobs, she felt like she could hardly breathe.
WHACK! WHACK! He had again increased the intensity, and as she counted, her words became almost inaudible. “One-hundred sixteen… one hundred seventeen.” WHACK! WHACK! “One-hundred eighteen… one-hundred nineteen…”
“One more Tina. Are you ready for the last one?” She knew the last one would be the hardest one of all and as she answered “yes,” she braced herself. “Spread your legs for me Tina.” David paused, letting her think about…anticipate… the final blow from the paddle. He was not enjoying inflicting this pain on her, but it WAS for her own good. The paddle came down with such force, she saw stars behind the blindfold. Her sobbing was uncontrollable, and he gently turned her over and pulled her onto his lap, removing the blindfold from her eyes, undoing the restraints on her wrists… wrapping her up in his arms and holding her against his chest and rocking her, softly kissing her face as she sobbed into his shoulder, caressing her gently until she calmed down.
“I love you, Tina…more than anything… You know that, don’t you? You know that I hated to spank you as much as you hated me spanking you. Don’t you?”
She could only look at him and nod her head in agreement, exhausted from crying.
“We are not done. The paddling was only the first part of the punishment. Now it’s time for the last part. Stand up for me please.”
“Please David… I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I’ll never smoke or lie to you again. Can you please reconsider?” Knowing him as well as she did, she knew there was NO chance of him not doing EXACTLY what he said he would.
He stood next to next to her, and kissed her. Tina loved the way he kissed her… he could make her knees go weak with the passion he kissed her with every time.
“I want you to lean over the back of the chair.” She obediently did as he asked, the dread overwhelming. He had never used the cane on her, but she had seen pictures of the results and it terrified her. “That’s it, lean all the way over. Very good. Now spread your legs apart. Farther…” She moved her legs apart, her legs shaking.
“I SAID spread your legs. NOW. As far as you can. That’s much better.” He knelt down and attached the restraints to her ankles, and as he attached them to the spreader bar, the fear in her face was apparent. “I told you I would do this. Two sets of six. Then we will be done, but not until then. I won’t ask you to count out loud. I know you will be counting every one. Now lift your butt and arch your back for me.” Tina was exhausted, her entire body ached, her ass was on fire and her response to his request was slow.
“TINA, I SAID arch your back for me!”
As she arched her back she heard the swish of the cane through the air before it landed. SWOOSH…THWACK! She groaned as the cane made contact for the first time with her already burning skin, the sting intense. SWOOSH…THWACK! SWOOSH…THWACK! David methodically brought the cane down, pausing between each stroke… SWOOSH…THWACK! …Criss-crossing her skin with it, and she cried out with each one. The pain was intense, but she kept telling herself “it’s almost over…” SWOOSH…THWACK!! SWOOSH…THWACK!! Tina was now sobbing again, and barely heard David as he spoke.
“Six more. I want you to count for me, please. Six more and it’s over.” He rubbed his hand between her legs, the wetness now running down the inside of her thighs. ” I promise I will make you feel much better when we’re finished. Just six more….”
She buried her face in her hands…waiting…
SWOOOSH…THWACK!!! The stinging blow of the cane took her breath away, and the tears flowed from her eyes. “O-one…”
“Now, I want you to tell me…” he spoke quietly as the cane came down again.
SWOOOSH…THWACK!!! She buried her face; muffling her loud, sobbing cries in her hands… “T-t-two…”
“Will you think twice before you decide to have another cigarette?
SWOOOSH!! THWACK!! “YES! YES! THREE!”
“Will you smoke another cigarette? If you do, we will repeat this again, but there will be no breaks next time. You will get EXACTLY what you deserve. Will you smoke again?”
SWOOOOSH!!! THWACKKK!! She was once again wracked with sobs as she answered. “NO! NEVER! DAVID…I PROMISE!!”
“Tina, I told you to count. How many was that?”
“FOUR, David… four…”
“Will you ever lie to me again? Have you seen what lying will get you?”
SWOOOOSH!! THWACKKKK!! The cane came down hard and her knees buckled, the pain almost too much to bear.
Will you ever lie to me again, Tina?”
“NOOOOO! NOOOOO! NEVER! I SWEAR IT!! FIVE…”
This is the final one… Are you ready?”
Again she knew the final stroke would be the worst, and as she heard the sound of the cane in the air, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and her entire body tensed as the cane made contact with her. She muffled the scream in her hands, the pain blinding her, the tears running in torrents from her eyes, sobs wracking her body, it took her several moments to get the word out “six…” It was barely a whisper.
As she collapsed over the back of the chair, David undid the restraints from her ankles, then pulling her up from the chair, gathered her in his arms and carried her over to the couch laying her down on her stomach. Finding the bottle of lotion, he sat down beside her and squeezed a large amount into his hand, lovingly and gently rubbing it on her burning, stinging, painful bottom, his other hand smoothing her hair, caressing her back, wiping the tears from her face, until she was quietly resting.
“I’m sorry honey, but it was for your own good. Have you learned your lesson? I would certainly hope so. I don’t EVER want to have to do this again, but I will. BECAUSE I love you. I hope you know that.” He leaned over and kissed her, and she turned her face towards him; wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips meeting his…
“I love you David. I really do. I know you only want what’s best for me. I HAVE learned my lesson. I don’t EVER want to see another cigarette! Thank you…”
“I love you too, but don’t think I won’t hesitate to punish you if you ever smoke again.”
David looked into her eyes and could see that she really meant what she was saying. She DID love him. She DID learn her lesson…this time. This he knew. But he also knew it would only be a matter of time before she smoked again… only a matter of time… But until then…
David grabbed the bottle of lotion, took Tina’s hand and slowly led her to the bedroom….