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Spanking My Friend and Neighbor

This is a true story but the names have been changed for privacy.

I had been in my apartment for about three month before a 23 year old woman moved in from out of town. She was a red-headed Irish girl, fairly petite at only about 5’3 tall. I was 6′ and in great shape because I was a personal trainer and nutritional counselor at the local gym after finishing college as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and she had gotten a job at the local hospital as nurse. At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three day off or something like that. Than we started having tea together; I didn’t drink alcohol and neither did she. Other times we took turns cooking or paying for delivery. We had committed to be just friends, best friends to be specific, more like a special brother and sister at heart.

It’s been about a year and we’re pretty close as friends, but nothing more. We were pretty opposite in a lot of things. She’s very anal about everything and at times seems to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry; she is prideful and very self-reliant. In fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good, never asking anyone for help, but willing to help others. She actually seemed very controlling. This, of course, was a big turn off for me, which is why I was OK with just being good friends. I helped her get a membership at the gym I worked at. We had a routine of having dinner or enjoying a movie at either her place or mine at least once a week, sometimes twice. Sometimes we just went out and had coffee. In the past year she had one boyfriend, but broke up with him after four months.

One day we decided to order Chinese delivery at my place when I got off work. When I got home, I called her and told her I was ready for her to come over. We decided to have some tea as we waited for the food.

“Mike, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, what do you want to know?”
“Did you ever get a spanking when you were a kid?”
“Oh yeah, of course. I got a good hiding when I needed it.”
“Hiding? Is that what they called it, ah?”
“Yup! We got it good, but we never did the same thing again, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, we got them too.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I want to ask for your help but I’m not sure how you‘ll take it.”
“Well, if I can, I’d be happy help. What is it?”
“Well, it’s like a dam, sort of. Imagine a dam holding back an entire lake and the waters are pressing against the wall of the dam. You want that dam to burst and release all the pressure but you can’t do it yourself. Now, if you knew for certain there was a way to alleviate that pressure and let the water flow, and couldn’t do yourself but knew someone else could, wouldn’t you ask for help; especially if you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would benefit and help you?”
“Well, yeah, if I needed help, I’d ask for it. So what are you getting at Lori?”
“Well, you see, pretend that the water are feelings that are trapped behind that dam. And the dam is a tenaciously over protective nature that’s made of walls that don’t come down very easily. It’s holding back all the feeling and it’s just building and building up worse and worse. The only way to break through the outside of the dam is chip away at it until it crumbles. You know what I mean?”

I wasn’t quite sure where she was going; I got more curious, but I really wasn’t getting it.

“Yeah, I can understand that, so you want to break a dam that you built or rebuild one?”
“No silly, I need help breaking it down. Would you help me?”
“Help you, how? You said that the water are feelings, right?”
“Yeah, you see, I’m not a nice person sometimes; I can be overly controlling and bitchy at times. I get over confident at times and start treating others badly. At times it feels good, and I blame them, but then I get all this guilt about what I did and how I treated them. I sometimes need to be taken down a notch in life. Sometimes, I have to have a good cry. It can be very cathartic you know. I learned in nursing school that some type of deep tears releases toxins, pent-up emotions, and eases stress. Crying that is authentic and mortal is a means of helping ourselves release stress and simply feel better. Crying is the body’s reaction to something external. It’s a beautiful thing. On top of that is. . .”

OK, she was losing me. It sounded like she was building a case for a jury or something. I just had to interrupt her.

“OK, OK, I get it; crying is good for us. I don’t know all that medical stuff, but I get it. So what does that have to do with me? What does that have to with this dam inside you, isn’t that what you referring too, right?”

She got a little quiet; I wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand on hers. I just wanted to fix it.

“Mike, like I said, I can be bitchy, and sometimes I’m not nice to others around me. This comes from a swell of emotions that are all dammed up inside. The dam is made of strong stones of pride and unwillingness to let myself be vulnerable to others. See, I’ve been here before and a roommate of mine helped, but she lives somewhere else now. I’ve made a lot of friends since I moved here but none of them, even some of my girlfriends, are as close to me as you. So, as uncomfortable as it is, I am going to try to trust you with my solution. But I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy.”

Well, I really was curious at this point. Still didn’t know where she was going with all this.

“So, how did your ex-roommate help you and how can I help you?”
“Well, after good hard cathartic sob, I felt so centered, focused and I felt better about myself and started treating other better too. I just needed to have that release. That dam was removed so that I don’t feel so bottled up inside. You understand that, right?”
“Of course but what does all this mean; how do  I help?”
Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Ok, here we go! I know you’re going to think I’m crazy. . .”
Getting confused and a little frustrated as she seemed to be beating around the bush, “Lori, what, what can I do to help?”
“OK, oK. I need you to help me cry!”
“Help you cry?”
“That’s right. And I don’t mean a few tears, I mean help me break that dam inside me and let it all out. I mean sobbing. So I can have that release and cry until I am completely drained emotionally. Also, I need you to be there and let me cry while holding me until I regain my composure. This is an intimate position though for me. Because, I have trust issues and I know I have to trust someone and you’re my closest friend I have here. I know it may sound crazy but I’m going to go crazy if I don’t. You are also the most mature person I know who I am willing to trust to help me.”

I couldn’t believe what she saying. She wanted me to help her cry. Wasn’t sure how I could, I mean, I had no idea where she was going and what she was going to propose how I would be able to help her.

“So, how could I help you cry? I mean how did your ex-roommate help you? What did she say or do to help you cry that deeply?”
“Well, I needed someone I could trust explicitly. Someone, who, especially since you’re a guy, I believe wouldn’t try to take advantage of me and that vulnerable position. I would trust you if you would be willing to help me and. . .”
“OK, OK, Lori, how do you propose I help you cry and how did your friend help you a few years ago?”
“S…sh…she, well, I mean, I asked her to hmmm…I let her…I asked her to…”
Again, I was getting frustrated with her hesitation, “Lori!”
“OK, OK, I asked her to give me a good spanking.”
“A spanking? You have kind of a kinky side to you, don’t you?”
“No, not like that. I mean, I hate spankings, especially ones like that. But I do know the benefits that come afterward. Its hurts like hell, and I had bruises and blisters for a few days. But I was so centered and completely released from the flood of emotions that were bottled up and I cried it all out. Crying is a release, a way to purge negative emotions that are bottled up and vomited upon others. Sometimes you just need a good blistering to take you down a notch in life. I know what I’m say may seem strange or extreme, but Tracy helped me before so I know it’s what I needed. Would you be willing to help me?”

I sat back in my chair in shock. She wanted me to spank her. I’ve never spanked anymore before. I wasn’t into hurting women. On the other hand, I felt a little aroused by the idea; I was in conflict. But then again, she had my attention.

“So what are we talking about here, a few good swats to get you crying? I mean, what do you mean when you say a good blistering?”
“I know it sounds stupid but this is just what it’s supposed to be: a good old-fashioned spanking until I am crying and bawling. Despite what I say at the time, going past my resistance and the walls that are holding back and pushing through until I am sobbing. See, sometimes pain is good. That dam is holding back a flood of emotions and tears and a lot of regret. The dam is built with resistance and pride and needs to be chipped away at or spanked until it comes down. Can you understand?”
“Wow, well, I guess. I’m going to have to have more information before I agree to help you. What do you mean someone not taking advantage of you?”
“Mike, I’m not looking for some sexy weird thing here. I know a lot of guys would turn it into that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m not interested in some role play fantasy either. It’s just about me. I’ve known you ever since I moved here; you’re very trustworthy and mature. I’m willing to submit to something that’s going to put me in a very vulnerable position and allow myself to be emotionally exposed. I need someone mature enough to be there for me and not try sex or anything else. Do you think you can manage that?”
“OK, let’s say I do help and of course not take advantage of you, which, I would never do. How did your friend get you to that point…and… ”
“Before I answer, are you really willing to help me for my sake or just getting turned on by the idea of giving me a whoopin’?”
“I am thinking about it and yes, to try to help you, but I need some more information so I know what to expect and exactly what are you expecting from me.”
“Oh, Mike, I knew I could trust you. I know it’s strange but you have no idea how much this really means to me. But I have your promise, no turning it into anything else, especially when I’m at that point of cathartic crying, right?”
I leaned forward and put my hand on hers, “I promise you Lori, I wouldn’t touch you in any way that you don’t approve of, but I’m going to need to clarify a lot things before we decide anything.”
“Mike, you see, now I know what I’m proposing may sound unpleasantly severe but I’ve been through this before and I know how much it helps. It puts me in a place to release some of the emotional baggage that weighs me down, clouds my vision, and makes be bitchy. It hurts me even more so than the pain of a hard spanking. It will break through my pride and natural stubborn nature and bring me back down to reality.”

She made her case and was now starting to ramble; like all girls she tends to over do it as if I don’t get it. I was starting to feel she was starting to nag; I had to interrupt her.

“Lori, Lori, OK, OK I get it; you don’t need to keep on. Maybe you need to take a deep breath, slow down, and let’s take this one step at a time. I am willing to help you but we really need to talk this out first, OK?”
She stopped, exhaled and said, “Ok, but you don’t feel I’m crazy do you?”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Lori, and I’m convinced that you’re serious. But I just want to make everything clear, OK?”
“Now, tell me, what exactly is this point of car…cath…” I couldn’t pronounce it but she finished it.
“Cathartic crying?”
“Yes, what exactly is it and how did you get to that point before?”
“OK, I subconsciously am very resistant to allowing myself to let go and cry to the point of emotional release. I mean sobbing out all my feelings. This type of sobbing can be very cleansing. It releases chemicals in our brain and refreshes our outlook on life and calms us. At this point, I am pouring my heart out in tears and weeping. It’s very therapeutic for us. For some reason, I don’t allow myself to do this on my own. I have deep emotional blocks and most of the time a good hard spanking creates a catalyst, breaks down the barriers and starts the process. It’s not just any spanking though. I have a very high pain tolerance naturally.  I also have a stubborn will consciously and subconsciously. So, I’m talking about a real spanking that brings me to my pain threshold; to that point where my brain, my emotions, and my will are in conflict. When I reach that point where I’m fighting with the pain and I need to be pushed to the point I am finally past that.”
“So you’re talking about the point between consciously and subconsciously giving in and allowing you to accept what’s happening. To the point of fight or flight instinct kicks in and resistance and surrender, right?”
“Exactly. That moment of still trying to fight with distress caused by pain and allowing myself to let go. See, pain isn’t always a bad thing. You know that that kind of pain can be extreme but once I’m at that point, I have to be forced to be pushed past that and I either surrender or bail out. I may be be screaming but not crying; if I’m past that point and allow myself to surrender, then the dam will burst. I need you to make sure I am beyond just a few tears to where I’m past just screaming from the pain and into cathartic sobbing. Then, I’m at that point of letting go and that dam bursts and all those emotions are being released into crying, sobbing, and bawling. Do you understand?”

I got it that time; man, I was starting to think that she needs some help. But then I realize she is asking for help, even though I didn’t like the idea of forcing her to do anything.

“OK, but I don’t like the idea of forcing you to endure anything. If I decide to give you what you want, I’m not going to fight with you physically, force in place.”
“Well, first, you won’t be forcing me to push past that, the pain and psychological duress of the spanking will. The spanking will ignite that catalytic stress between pain and surrender. I can’t consciously push myself past that; I need someone else to help me push myself past the point of no return. Physically, I want the spanking to stop and I might be at the point to need the pain to stop. Yes, the pain is incredible and I’m at the point that I can’t take anymore, I’m fighting the pain and consciously I don’t want it to continue; but subconsciously I need to be pushed past it until I’m crying and not just screaming, which I will be. You need to make it so intense that the choice is removed from me to the point of no return. Until I’m bawling and sobbing and surrender and give in. You know what I mean, a real spanking, like what we got when we younger but an adult equivalent. Does that make sense?”
“Lori, I’ve been there when I got my share of lickings when I was younger. What happens when you naturally and instinctive start resisting, kicking, covering, fussing for me to stop, etc.; you’re telling me you’re not going to be doing that?”
“No, in fact, I know I will, but that’s where you come in. I need you to ignore all my fussing and carrying on until I get to that point. In fact that’s when I need you to turn up the intensity and push me all the way over the edge, and then some; you know what I mean?”
“Wait, wait a minute, now you’re talking about a situation that isn’t consensual. At that point, when you’re ‘fussing and carrying on’ as you put it, and the second you are asking me to stop, I can’t just ignore you, because then it wouldn’t be something that you are consenting to. That puts me in a very precarious position that could go wrong on so many levels and in so many ways.”

I couldn’t believe how nonchalantly she was talking about all of this. There was no fear, no trepidation, just a matter of fact manner about it. I always knew she was very type A (personality) and controlling, but now she was talking about giving up that control.

“Mike, I understand, but you could say that I am willingly consenting to place myself into a non-consensual position. I too had experiences like this when I was younger and a few years ago when Tracy helped me. I was sobbing and bawling for at least a good hour after the spanking; and you know what, I was not only grateful to her, we became a lot closer, she’s like a sister to me now. A lot of bonding happened. Sure, I had bruises, blisters, and some welts for a few days, but they healed just fine–I heal pretty quickly. However, I was a lot more centered and focused. I made my way through nursing school with straight A’s; in fact I was the top of my class. I was treating others with more respect and more patience, too. It was just what I needed and exactly what I need now.”
“Welts, blisters, and bruises?”
“Yeah. We tried with just her hand at first but it wasn’t getting me very far. We talked, and few days later when the opportunity arose she used a belt and it worked.”
“So, you want me to beat your ass senselessly…like a real old fashioned whoopin’?”
She softly said, “Well, yes and no. I want to know that you’re in the right state of mind: calm, cool, and collected. And yes, I want you to give me a real, honest-to-goodness, ass whoopin’ until all the fight and flight is over. To the point that I am absolutely surrendering to it, to the point of tears and beyond–to sobbing. Then, it’s up to me and the dam is broke and the real flood is released, and I am cathartically crying. That’s what I’m asking for; and yes, I’m consenting for you to push me past my fussing and carrying on to the point of real bawling. But only if you think you can to do it for me and not turn it into some kinky turn on or pleasure that you think I’m going to have from it. And only if believe you can do it without turning it into a prelude to anything sexual. This is about me and my emotional turmoil, not about sex. To be truthful, I’m going to absolutely hate it but it’s what I need. I might start to plead for you to stop, but I need you to ignore that at the time. Not mercilessly beating me, but intentionally spanking me to help me get to that point of conflict in me. To take me down a notch in life and help me cathartically cry. Mike you are my closest friend here, and I’m taking a great risk trusting you, especially since you’re a guy. In fact, you’re the only guy I ever trusted, you’re the only one here, even among my girlfriends, I felt is mature enough that I could trust to help me. I believe you are mature enough to handle it and I am choosing you to be trusted with my deepest secrete. I expect you to keep it between us, too. On top…”

She was rambling again, and I think I finally got it: she just needs emotional release and chooses the means of a spanking as a catalyst to help her get it. But I couldn’t handle her rambling. I really respected her a lot for trusting me. I felt honored that she wanted me to help her. I respected the fact she knows what she needs. After all, while it may be any another guy’s dream come true to beat a girl’s ass to the point of tears, I wasn’t really into that. But I realize now that she wasn’t really kinky but understanding inside her she needed some help. Putting my hand on her hand to softly interrupt her…

“Lori, OK, OK, I’ll help you. We can do this as long as you remember that you’re the one who asked for it, OK?”
She got up and gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you Mike, thank you!”
“I still have a few questions, though.”
“Of course, yeah, what are they?”
“You said your friend had to use a belt. Tell me how all that went down. And how many swats are we talking about?”
“Well, as to how many swats, as many as it takes; I’m not sure. Part of the mindset I have to have going in, is understanding that it wasn’t going to stop until I surrendered to it. If I knew there were a certain number of swats, through determination; I would be counting them and just hold back inside until I reached it and not focus on allowing myself to give in and let go. That would be counterproductive. You see, knowing that there is no set number helps me mentally in the process; it’s half the battle. It helps me psychologically start the process.”
“So, as far as you’re concerned, there’s not going to be a specified number, right?”
“That’s right, knowing that I’m going in it until I surrender is half the mental battle, so I don’t want to know how many it’s going to be. Tracy said afterwards that she didn’t really know either. Does that make sense?”
“Well, I guess it does. Did Tracy start out with the belt right away?”
“No, she repeated the hand spanking a few days earlier. After that, she used a belt.”
“What position were you in?”
“Well, for the hand spanking I was over her knee, than using the belt, still over her knee. She couldn’t get a full force swing and was only making a mild impact. Remember, I have a very high pain tolerance and I was resisting the pain. I was fighting inside and trying to hold back from giving in. She told me to lay down on the bed, I got a lot of whacks, somehow she saw I was coming close to my pain threshold. I was at the moment of pain and surrender, fight and giving in. Then she turned up the intensity and really started wailing on my backside with full force swings really, really hard and eventually something snapped inside and I broke and started screaming. It wasn’t long after that I started crying. It still took quite a few more and she continued until I stopped resisting to the point I sobbing out of control.”

I still couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do, but I was going to try to help her. I wanted to help, but I also couldn’t help getting turned on a little bit by the prospect, too–even though I wasn’t into inflicting pain on others. But if she really believes that she needs this as an emotional release, then I was willing to help her.

“OK, you also mentioned about holding you afterwards. You want me to stick around after all that?”
“Absolutely! That’s when I’m going to need you the most. I’m going to need you to hold me and comfort me while I sob it out. It’s almost like bleeding emotionally; I’m going to very vulnerable. But I need to tell you, the sobbing and crying will come in waves. I’m basically baring my soul and allowing myself to be completely vulnerable and emotionally exposed. I will be feeling a flood of emotions that I won’t even be able to understand. I’ll will be releasing bad feelings and apologizing like crazy. But I don’t need you to say a thing, you can’t fix it. All I want you to do in that moment is hold me and be there for me. I will be incredibly vulnerable and I absolutely need to know and trust you won’t try anything sexual with me or try to manipulate the situation. Like I said, you are the only guy I’ve ever trusted with this, so please don’t turn a beautiful situation into something sensual. I have to know you’re not going to do that. Can you do that?”
“Absolutely, I promise. I will be a perfect gentlemen afterwards.”
“Another thing, before this all happens, I need you to take charge. Be commanding, but not condescending. You may have to be assertive with me but I don’t want you to be mean. I will naturally hesitate, you know flinch, in the moment. I need you to be direct. You can even hold my arms to the back of me, or lock my legs while you’re in the process if I am over your knee. I’m consenting for you to really take charge, remember I am consenting for it to be a non-consensual whoopin’. But you only have consent to touch and hit my backside, nothing more. As long as you don’t try anything else, I’ll do my part to cooperate and follow anything you say. Are we in agreement?”
“Lori, I will only touch and beat on your backside. I will not try to compromise your vulnerable position. However, we are talking about a real ass whippin’. You sure you won’t be angry with me if I ignore any pleads or fussing to stop, because I will if that’s what you really want? You are, as you put it, consenting to what will be at the moment a non-consensual butt beating.”
“I promise I won’t be angry, Mike! And yes, that’s exactly what I want, expect, and need.”

I didn’t want to bring it up and I didn’t want to push it either. I wasn’t sure how to ask her, but I had to know.

“One last question, Lori, and I have bring this up–especially since I’m a guy–are you expecting to have any protection? I mean, a real spanking like what you’re asking for is usually…mmm…I mean, when I was a younger I didn’t have…hmmm…”
“Mike, you mean am I expecting to have to take my pants down and be bare butt or not?”
“Yeah, that what I mean?”
“Well, Mike I’m going to have to really trust you. I am just going to have to relinquish control, if it’s really going to be a willingness on my part to be non-consensual. You’re the one that’s going to be in charge in the moment, not me. I’m promising to follow your direction. You’re the one spanking me; I’m the one asking for your help. It’s only fair that you are the one that makes that decision; you would be the one calling the shots, not me.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. She was willing to let me see and beat her bare behind. OK, now I was little turned on about that prospect. Not the part of beating her ass, per say, but to see her bare ass. I found her attractive, and I know I was going to be turned on by that.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes; tomorrow you’ll be in charge, not me. Oh, if we are successful, I am going to need a follow up spanking about a week and a half later. To reinforce in my psyche to treat others better and to keep me centered afterwards. After that, I won’t need anymore.”
“I’m sorry, you said another one?”
“Yeah, the first one is for emotional release and the second one as a reminder in life. That one is more my way of self-discipline by submitting to a discipline spanking. It’s how my brain works. I don’t expect you to understand but if you don’t feel comfortable with it, I’d understand and…”
“Lori, I’m here to help you and if you truly are serious and you need a safe person to give you a good real ass whoopin’ now and then, without it turning into something else, then I want to be there for you. Even though I don’t like the idea of hurting you, I am willing to try to help you.”
“Well you personally won’t be hurting me, the spanking is what’s going to hurt, but it’s what I need every few years or so and…”
I didn’t want her to start rambling again as her tone suggested, “OK, OK, Lori, so when do you want to do this?”
“Well, I feel that we both need to sleep on it tonight. I’m off for the next two days; can we wait until tomorrow after you get home?”
“Yeah, we can do that, but be careful what you ask for. It could be a pain in the ass you know?” I said, as I give her a little chuckle.

The food arrived, we ate, and watched a movie. I went to bed, but couldn’t sleep. I just had to let all this sink in. Tomorrow, I’m going to give Lori a real hard, bare ass whipping…that she wants. I wasn’t looking forward to having to hurt her, but she was asking for it. The thing was, to see her bare ass and be able to touch; well, it turned me on a lot. So I started to have some anxiety myself. I really wasn’t into hitting women but she wanted me to give her a good ass whoopin’; I didn’t know what to think, but I decided that I was going to go through with it if she was. I figured that if she really wanted and needed a good spanking, I was going to make sure she got it. After all, it’s the neighborly thing to do. We were good friends and she was trusting me to help her. I had some PTO that I hadn’t used, so I decided to call tomorrow and stay home. I wanted to talk to her about doing this in the late morning, so I texted her because I knew she was still up.

“Hey, I’m taking some PTO tomorrow and will be free in the late morning. Would that be a good time?”
“Oh, wow, yeah! What time?”
“About 10:30-11.″
“OK, just text me when you’re up and ready.”

I still couldn’t sleep much. I really did understand everything: my good friend next door wanted me to beat her bare ass really hard until she was beyond tears. My mind was wandering; I was wondering if she was really serious or was it a test? I had a feeling, though, she was serious.

The next morning, I woke up, went on a morning jog, got home and took a shower, and then ate some breakfast. I was feeling that anxiety again. I finally decided to text her.

“You up?”
“Yup, you want to come over here or you want me to come over there?”
“I’ll be there in a second.”

Our apartments were both on the top floor and our front doors were only a few steps away. I went over and knocked softly. She came to the door. She had more of a softer look than she normally had. She invited me in and motioned for us to sit down on the couch.

“Lori, are you still willing and asking for my help like we talked about last night?”
She swallowed hard and said, “Yes, as long as you promise to not take advantage of me or turn it into something that it’s not.”
“I promise I won’t, Lori. I just want to help you.”

As I said this I saw her exhale and her entire disposition relaxed. Her lips started stammering a little.

“So, am I getting it here or your place?”
“Well first I have to say, I have a lot of respect for you. Because as painful as this is going to be, you are strong enough to know exactly what you need and you have the courage to ask for help and submit yourself to it. Now that being said, I have every intention of following through and helping you. I’m going to go back to my place; I’m going to leave the door unlocked. You can collect your thoughts, go to the bathroom, etc. You can come over when you’re ready. Only come over if you are 100% sure you’re committed to accepting it. You can text me if you want to back out and I won’t think any less of you. But if you do come over, you don’t have to knock, just come on in. Once you shut the door, I’m in charge and you can expect to get the spanking that you want. We’ll talk about the rest if and when you come over. You can take as much time as you want. It’s now 11, if I don’t see or hear from you by 1, I will assume you backed out and I will go about my day, OK?”

She nodded to acknowledge what I said. I got up and she did too. I turned to go back to my place when she gently touched my arm. I turned towards her again and she threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

“I’m as afraid as you are Mike, but I know I need this. I don’t necessarily want this but I need this, it worked before and I know it will work today. I’ll see you in a few moments. Thank you!”

I went back to my place and the anxiety rushed through me. I was slightly turned on, but didn’t know why exactly. I certainly didn’t revel in the idea that I was going to inflict serious pain to her backside, but I was determined to make sure she got what she wanted and asked for. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach and I wasn’t the one getting my ass beat. I wondered what was going through her mind? I got a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on the couch. I was wearing a clean pair of sweat pants and tee shirt. I began thinking about what I can use beside a belt, then I saw the solid oak back scratcher my sister got from Germany for me. It was wide enough to have a good flat surface and strong enough that I knew it wouldn’t break. I was thinking that maybe it would sure sting like all get out without the “thud” of a paddle. Being petite like she was, she really didn’t have a big butt–I mean it was muscular enough for her little size–so I was thinking I could give a good dose of that after I wore my hand out on her; then use a belt on her to finish it, if I had too. Man, look at me, I was thinking about what I could use for the demise of someone else’s backside. I would’ve never thought I would be thinking about this: what I could use to beat someone else’s ass to this extreme. I decided to turn on the TV and wait to keep my mind off it. It must have been about 20 minutes or so before I heard the door open slowly and a soft voice.

“Mike, are you here?”
“Yeah, I’m back here in the living room!” I motioned for her sit down.
“OK, Lori, there’s a few things I want to make clear. First, I will not take advantage of you in any way. Secondly, there’s only one thing I’m going to tell you: when I got a whoopin’, it was my entire backside, butt, and upper thighs; they were all targets. You should expect the same. Thirdly, I don’t think and will not think anything less of you when you cry. You don’t have to be afraid of letting your guard down. And, I only have one question for you: how do I determine when to stop? How did Tracy make that decision?”
She swallowed hard, made direct eye contact and said, “That wouldn’t be my decision, it would be yours.”
“So, you’re talking about unlimited swats, there is no specified number. This ass whipping absolutely will not stop until I see fit; you don’t decide when it ends even if you start crying, is that right?”
She swallowed hard again and said, “Yeah, I guess so. I’m going to have to trust you to know when I’ve had enough. I guess that’s what a real spanking is. I’m a little scared, but I’m not backing out and it is what we agreed to. I am making a choice to trust you, Mike.”
“OK, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s see if we can break down a dam shall we?”

I got up and waved my hand towards the dining room where the table and chairs were. She got up and slowly walked in front of me. I actually looked at her cute little backside. I turned a chair around and sat down.

“Alright, Lori, I want you to go into my room, get both the large head pillows, and come back.”
She froze for a second and meekly said, “Yes sir.”

She slowly walked toward my room. Wow, she gave me a “yes sir” that was just about the most respectful thing I had ever heard her say to anyone in that tone of voice. I just couldn’t believe what I heard. In a little over a year knowing her, she’d always been pretty abrasive and direct with me and others. She returned with the pillows.

I took one and put it on my lap, then told her, “Take the other one and put it on the couch in the living room, then come back.”
With a confused look, she said, “OK,” and did what I told her.

She came back and stood at my side with her hands behind her. At only 5’3 we were almost eye to eye and I was sitting down. I gently took her right arm until I had a hold of her wrist from behind her, but didn’t pull.

“Lori, we will never be in the bedroom. We’re going to stay out here so that there is no confusion or misinterpretation. Now, lay over my lap. I expect you to stay in place, hang on and keep your hands in front of you.”

She didn’t say anything, she bent over and I adjusted her in such a way that she was lying almost flat with her backside in front of me. I moved my legs a little further apart to stabilize her. Placing my hand on her butt she twitched for a second.

“OK, here we go!”

I started smacking her upper thighs on both legs over and over. I put a certain amount of force and got only a few “ohhh’s” out of her. Then I picked up strength after a minute; it wasn’t overly quick, only about one per second.


I was really starting to hit pretty hard now–only hitting her upper thighs and sit spot, alternatively smacking each leg. She was wiggling some when I picked up the pace, hitting her faster and faster.


I knew she was feeling it now because I was getting more of a reaction from her; I was hitting pretty fast and hard. A few more “ohhh’s” and she was starting to flutter her feet more and more. This went on for a good solid minute and a half to two minutes. My hand started to hurt as it hit the ridges of her jean pockets a few times. I stopped and told her to get up. I helped her up and she started rubbing her backside.

“Ouchhhh, that smarted.”

Now I hesitated and watched her as she was rubbing, but I had to turn it up a notch, as she would say. I was definitely more confident about the situation. I softly popped the side of her leg.

“Well, not as much as it’s going to smart. Now I want to pull your jeans down, just to your knees and only your jeans.” She froze for a second, stopped rubbing and just looked at me.
“Come on, you knew this was going to happen and don’t try to tell me otherwise. Come on, take them down.”
She let out a deep breath and said, “Ohhhh, I hate this part,” as she moved her hand over her belt buckle.

I was starting to get aroused as she pulled the buckle loose and pull the flap out from the latch. I had to stay focused and wasn’t giving in to it. She looked at me and hesitated again.

“Come on, Lori, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already. I have three sisters. It’ll be OK, now come on, lower them.”

She slowly unsnapped the front and slid the zipper down. I could tell she didn’t want to do it, but this was the point of no return. She hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and slowly pushed them down to her knees. She had on some cute blue bikini styles panties with white and red flowers on them. She stood up and hobbled forward a few steps as she was covering the front of herself. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. I motioned for her to go back over my lap. When she did, I could see her beautifully shaped bottom. As I adjusted her, again to lay her flat, she clenched her cheeks together involuntarily. When she did, I could almost see the muscular definition on the side of her cheeks through the panties. I was very turned on and was hoping she wouldn’t notice with the pillow between her and I. Her thighs were a pretty pink color from where I had been spanking her. I rested my hand on the back of her thigh making sure my hand didn’t slide anywhere else.

“OK, Lori, now it’s going to sting a little more. Hang on and keep your hands out of the way.”

I raised my hand and started spanking her again with some pretty good force. I made sure my hand wasn’t cupped and landed as flat as I could against the bare skin of her thighs, maximizing the stinging force of my hand. This time, I was smacking fast from the beginning. She started jumping and shifting her legs up and down. I was focusing the swats to the sit spot and upper thighs, which were half bare and half covered with her panties.

Her hand flew back; I firmly and quickly said without stopping, “Nope, keep your hands in front of you, Lori!” She moved her arms out straight and balled up her fists.

smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack!

“Ouuuuuu, ouch, ouuuuu, ouch, ouchieee, ouchieee, not the same spot, not the same spot, ouuuu, OK, OK, not the same spot. . .”

The sound of my hand smacking her bare skin echoed throughout the apartment. I went on for another couple of minutes as she was really fluttering her feet and legs now. She was really starting to feel it, that’s for sure. The back of her thighs were a bright red all over on both sides, and my hand was actually starting to sting a little. I stopped and gave a little smack on the center of her bottom and told her get up. I helped her up and she stomped around in circles rubbing her thighs and the lower part of her backside.

“Shit, ouuuuuu, shit, shit that hurt, damn that hurt, ouuuuuu, shit, ouuuu…”

I’ve never spanked anyone before, but I know that that was a pretty hard and long spanking. I was thinking that maybe I didn’t know what I was doing. Maybe I just didn’t know how to spank her good enough. But on the other hand, she did look pretty darn cute stomping her feet and rubbing, all the time with her jeans down to her knees and in her panties like that. She must have stomped around for a good 15-20 seconds or so. I knew it hurt but she wasn’t anywhere close to crying. She did have a high pain tolerance because I was spanking her pretty hard. Well, I guess it was time to turn it up another notch. After she stopped stomping, she stood in one place and looked at me.

“OK, get your pants up if you need to, but go into the living room and on the coffee table you’ll find the oak back scratcher; bring it back here.”
“Oh, Mike, not that thing, I thought you were going to use…”
“Lori, you don’t get to call the shots here. You wanted a hiding and I’m going to give it to you in the way I decide. No arguments; go get it and bring it back here.”

For the first time, I saw trepidation in her eyes. She pulled her pants back up, and for some reason completely fastened and buckled her belt back together too. Letting out a big sigh, she walk around the corner to the living room. I thought she was going to bail out of this but she didn’t. She slowly walked back to me. When she reached me, she held it out and offered it to me.

With a softer and more humble voice she said, “Mike, I’m sorry, it’s just I forgot how much it may hurt. I’m struggling with the situation and you don’t deserve it. I know I’m sending you mixed messages. I never thought you‘d be spanking my thighs like that. I went this far, I’m determined to let this happen. I just need you to help me be more cooperative because I know it’s going to get worse.”
I didn’t know what to say or do, but I figured she just needed some reassurances, “Lori, I don’t know what I’m doing here either. I’ve never spanked anyone before. Do you really want to continue?”

I stood up and opened my arms to offer her a hug. She threw her arms around me and I embraced her. I just held her for about a minute. She nodded her head in my chest.

“OK, then, I’m going to have to spank you much harder, you know that right?”
Again she nodded, “Yeah, I know, I’m just a little afraid right now and I appreciate you holding me. Mike, I trust you now more than ever; I feel more and more secure with you. You’re in charge and you have to be, I’m just still fighting inside.”
I gently pushed her back, “Well, let’s get to the end of your inner fight shall we?”

She nodded and I sat down. She held out the back scratcher again. I took it and tapped her jeans.

“Well, you know the deal, drop your jeans!” She once again slowly unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans.
“Oh, does it really have be all the way down to my knees?”
“Yes, all the way down; drop them!”
“Oh, not my thighs again,” she said as she slowly hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and started pushing them down again.
“Lori, you’re going to have to be a little less slow. It’s only putting it off and that’s not helping you.”

She pushed them down and stood up. She then shifted a few steps and was about to lay over my lap again. I reached up and caught her arm as gently as I could.

“Lori, now I’m going to spanking your butt so the panties have to come down for this one; your bottom is going to be bare this time. So take them down, too!”

Her lips started stammering and she swallowed hard. I let go of her arm. She stood up straight and exhaled deeply. For the first time, I saw a look of defiance in her eyes for just a second.

“Do I have to, I mean…?”
“Panties down to your lap, Lori!  The answer is yes, now drop your drawers and get over my knee!”

Her face turned from pride to a look of trepidation. She hooked the inside of the elastic band of her panties. Her fingers were trembling and I could tell she was struggling, but I let her fight with it and didn’t say anything more. She hobbled over to the very edge of my lap. She slowly pushed them down, got them to her knees. She didn’t really stand all the way up, just enough to lean forward and lay over the pillow across my lap. I stopped for a second and just looked at her. I was very aroused but I’m sure with the pillow between us she couldn’t tell; she had a beautiful bottom. She was still pretty red on her lower bottom and thighs, but very white everywhere else. She was very muscular and her little bottom was something to behold–she had these small little freckles in some spots. But I quickly focused back at what I had to do. I set the back scratcher on the floor, and rested my hand on the center of her bottom. I was tapping as I was talking.

“OK, Lori, I’m only going tell you once: you keep your hands in front of you. Hold on to the chair leg, or even my leg, if you have to. I’m going to wear my hand out on your butt good and hard. Then I’m going to use the back scratcher and paddle the living daylights out of your entire backside. You can kick, fuss, and cuss all you want, as long as you don’t get your feet or hands in the way. There’s no specified number of swats; it will stop when I decided and not until. Understand?”
“Ohhhh, yes sir!”
“OK, here we go!”

I didn’t bother with starting out softly. I was determined to wear my hand out again before I paddled her good with that back scratcher.

smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack… smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack!

Once again, I was hitting about one swat per second and I was hitting as hard as I could. I was smacking both cheeks, both upper and lower butt cheeks, alternately and every third one I hit the center of her bottom.

“Ouchiee, ouuuuuu, ouchieee, ouuuuuu, ouchieee, ouuuuu, ouchieee,” she fluttered her legs and shifted her bottom in all kinds of directions.

I went on like this for a good 2-3 minutes. She threw her arms up again and clenched her fists. Her bottom was turning red all over. I could tell it was hurting but it didn’t seem to be painful to her. My hand was starting to sting again. I made sure I got every inch of her bottom, from the top to bottom. I stopped and told her to get up. I helped her up and as soon as I did, she started doing that rubbing and stomping thing again. At first she didn’t seem to care that her pants and panties were to her knees. Man, I felt sorry for her, but she also looked so darn cute. Her flat stomach and slim body, the way she was holding and rubbing; I was turned on big time as I watched her. I never realized that spanking her was going to affect me this much. She was so beautiful and I was so turned on admiring her as she was turning and stomping around.

“Ohhhhh, ouuuuu, ouchieee, ouchuuuuu, ouchhiee, ouchieee; shit that hurt.”

I let her rub and stomp it out until she stood in one place. Once she realized she was bare, she stopped rubbing and crossed her hands in front of her. I leaned over and picked up the back scratcher and motioned for her to come. The first time, she had a look of fear. She lost her embarrassment and her hands flew behind her in a protective posture as she slowly inched her way toward me. I moved the pillow over one knee.

“I’m sorry, Lori, but it’s far from over. Now this is going to sting like all get out. Come on, you’re going over my knee this time not my lap. She gave me look of trepidation as she hobbled over, her pants and panties still bunched up at her knees; she almost tripped. She shuffled her feet until she was right next me.
Holding her backside with her hands, she stopped and asked me, “How many am I going to get with that thing?”
“As many as I deem necessary. It’s unlimited swats remember? Now get over my knee!”
As she swallowed hard and leaned forward, she said, “Ohhhh, does it have to be with that thing?”
“Yes, Lori!” I said as I led her over.

Now that she was only over one knee, since she was short and petite, she was pretty much bent in half. I know her face was now seeing the floor. I lifted my leg over hers, scissor-locking them in place; she was kind of trapped.

“OK, Lori, this is going sting a lot, let me have your other hand.”
“Ohhhh, please not so fast.”
“Lori, your hand!”

She reached back and I folded my fingers into hers. I was tapping the center of her bottom with the back scratcher.

“I am not really restraining you, Lori, I just want you to hold my hand; now fold your fingers into mine. You can squeeze it has hard as you want. But this paddling isn’t going to stop until I think you’ve had enough. Are you ready?”
“Ohhhh, please not fast?”
“Lori, are you ready?”
“Ohhhh, ok, ok but–”

I interrupted her with the first whack. I wasn’t going to go easy this time. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make her cry; if not, I was certainly hoped the back scratcher would. I went right to hard and fast smacking; no pauses between swats, all in rapid fire succession. I concentrated the first volley across her sit spot. With no panties on and being bent in half, I now had a clear line of sight with the back scratcher. I made sure the area that connected her upper thighs and her cheeks was crimson red before moving. It was just flat enough to make a loud smacking sound like a paddle, but I know it wasn’t enough to really bruise her.

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

“Ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, not the same spot, not the same spot, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, stop, stop, stop, OK, OK, OK, ouchieeee, ouchieeee, ouchieee, not so fast, not so fast, ouuuuuu, no, no, no more, no morrrrrr, ouuuuuu, not fast, pleassseeee, ouuuuuuuu…”

I knew I was now making progress. I was whacking away for full minute or so. I moved from her sit spot to her thighs. She was trying to kick, and squeezing my hand harder and harder. I made sure I covered her from her sit spot up the center bottom and upper bottom, making sure I didn’t strike her tail bone though. After another minute she was hollering like crazy. Her entire backside was bright bright red. I realized that the back scratcher wasn’t going to make her cry. I think she was getting numb to it. I stopped and let her up. She stood straight up, arched her back, her hands flew over bottom and she started hopping up and down, turning about, and hollering. She was actually doing the spanking dance like when I was a kid, but a whole lot longer. She wasn’t crying, but I can tell that it hurt like the dickens. She was hopping up and down rubbing like crazy. I couldn’t believe she was still holding on and not crying. She did have a high pain tolerance. I paddled her good and fast with that back scratcher nonstop for at least a solid minute or so. I let her holler and hop it all out. I was frustrated now; I was thinking that the back scratcher stung but I needed it to hurt. As much as I was admiring her display–she looked so cute as I saw her little ass was clenching as she hopped like that–I also felt sorry for her. I really thought it was going to work. I guessed I was going to have to resort to using the belt after all, but I was going to give her a break, maybe hold her until she calmed completely down. I was waiting until she was standing in one place. I stood up and held out my arms. She shuffling over and leaned into my chest while she was still rubbing with her hands; I held her for a good minute or so. I felt like I failed her. I didn’t know what else to do. I decided that if she was going to get this breakthrough she wanted I had to act. I gently took her arms pushed her back and looked at her. She wasn’t crying and she had a look of frustration in her eyes too.

“Lori, I’m going to pick you and carry you into the living room; is that OK?”

She nodded in agreement. She slowly put her arms around my neck and I bent over to pick her up and carried her over to the couch. I put her down. I looked at her again and told her to stay there and I’d be right back. She nodded again. I went into my bedroom closet, got my black belt, and picked up the other pillow on my way back. I turned the corner and she was still bare, clothes down to her knees, just standing there rubbing. I think she knew what I was doing. I gave her the pillow, and then walked around to arrange the other one over the side of the couch. She looked at me with trepidation as I folded the belt in half. With a look of determination, I began ordering her.

“Ok, Lori, now it’s time to break that dam. Lay over the side of the couch. I’m not going to be subtle now and I’m not going to stop until we make a breakthrough.”
Her face flashed a look of fear, “Oh, Mike, please, please, no more. I don’t think I can handle any more!”
“Well, you’re not supposed to handle it anymore, are you? You’re just going to have to let go. Now is the time to give in, Lori. This is the moment you wanted. Now lay over the pillow; you can use the other one to hang on to. Now get over here; now!”

I put a little more emphasis on my last word, and the assertive tone made her slowly shuffle over to the edge to lay over the pillow. With her small size, she had to actually pull herself forward until she was teeter-tottering, almost. I laid the belt on top of the center of her butt.

“Ok, Lori, stay in place, hang onto the pillow, and keep your hands out of the way. It’s going to be really hard now; there will be no more breaks, no more stopping, the dam is going to have to break, or you can roll over off the couch and bail out if you want. I’m so sorry, but it has to be this way.”

I didn’t even let her respond, I swung the belt down really hard: whack!

She stiffened like a board, arching her back and letting out a deep breath of pain, “Haaaa-ouoooooo.” I waited until she relaxed again.

I could tell that really connected. It left a white strip across her ass for a second before it left a red welt. I laid into her with another one, whack!, and another yell, “Haaaa-ouoooooo.”

I think I was finally getting somewhere, and she was fluttering her feet wildly as she stiffened up again and clenched tightly. Again I waited until she recovered and relaxed. I decided to deliver five in a row, with no pauses between swats, and not giving her time to recover: whack, whack, whack, whack, whack! She stiffened again, clenched her beautiful cheeks together as hard as she could, and her hands flew behind her to cover her butt, exhaling deeply with audible discomfort.

“Auuuuuuuuuu, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, ok, ok, no more, no more, ok, pleaseeeees!”

Yeah, this was going to do it, I should have listened to her and went with the belt before. I felt bad, though, because it was now leaving welts; but she wanted this.

“Lori, move your hands, hug the pillow.” She was still trying to rub and cover.
“Lori, I mean it; move your hands or roll over and bail. You wanted this, now move your hands!”

She slowly moved her hands, grabbed the pillow. I gave her another five more right in a row, same reaction. After she recovered, I decided to do ten more really hard and fast.

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

She clenched up tight after the third whack.

“Ok, ok, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ok, ok, no, no, no, ok!” as the last seventh one landed.

I could tell she struggled with those; I made a series of welts on her butt. As she clenched up tight, I could clearly see her beautiful muscular definition on the side of her cheeks. I was admiring her cute petite bare ass, despite the fact I was here to beat it. At that point, it wasn’t going to be pleasant for her. She threw her hand over her backside again.

“Lori, no more, move your hand and keep them in front of you, I’m not going to ask you again. We start of slower and turn it up a notch, now move them or bail out!”

She moved her hands again and was staying in position so I knew we were going to breakthrough and she was trying to stop fighting it and accept it. I waited again until she fully recovered. I decided then to just keep on whacking consecutively really hard but only about one per second and half or so between swats, only allowing her a second or so before the next one came down. When I saw signs of her breaking down, I turned it up a notch.


She was now kicking like crazy; she was clenching involuntarily. I just continually kept my slow pace but was whacking away with significant force, then something changed. She clenched up so tight her legs were shaking. When she relaxed again, she was kicking her knees forward as if she was trying to climb. I was now starting to see real signs of her struggling with it and then she began to thrashing her legs. I decided it was time to turn up the intensity and not give her any more pauses between swats. With rapid fire successions, I laid into her.


I was hitting her as hard and as fast as I could now. She pushed her face into her pillow trying to muffle her screaming. Her screaming was very evident even though they were muffled through the pillow. She continued to clench her cheeks involuntarily and flutter her legs like all get out.

“Awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww , awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww,” is all I heard from her, I was crisscrossing impacts of the belt all over backside, thighs, sit spot, center and upper butt cheeks. I kept my pace up hard and fast and continuously like a machine gun.


She threw the pillow away and was beating the couch with her fists. She was hollering out loud now. I believed now that she was at that cross roads, her head was thrashing about. I wondered if she was going to allow herself to break or not. She was now screaming and hollering with intense pain. The impact of the belt made white hot searing lines and welts. She going to break, I knew it, she had to, because I promised her I wasn’t going to stop until she did. She could either break or roll off the side of the couch and bail. Which I knew wasn’t an option for her. This was happening all so fast. This is what she asked for. I was determined to push her over the edge until she broke.


She finally stopped kicking, her screams now becoming loading cries with hard exhales of pain. I just couldn’t believe how much it took. I was literally whipping the daylights out of her. I wanted to make sure she was really past it so I didn’t slow down and was going to give a few more for good measure as I crisscrossed the belt over the center of her ass with full force and speed.


I could tell she was sobbing now. I stopped and she just laid there weeping. I put the belt down and looked at what I did to her. I felt so bad inside. She had welts all over her entire backside; she even had a few bruises, though not as many as I’d thought she might. I now understand what it means to whip someone black and blue. She laid there hiccup crying. Her jeans were now to her ankles from all the fluttering and kicking, even though her panties were still at her knees. I felt so bad for her. I walked around and gently put my hand on her back. She didn’t even move. She was sobbing so hard, I could see her chest moving up and down as she was doing that hiccup type crying at the same time. I continued rubbing her back.After several minutes, she slowly twisted her legs sideways until her feet touched the floor. I helped her stand up and hobble over the front of the couch. I sat down and put the pillow in my lap. She laid down and put her head on the pillow. I just stroked her head as softy as I could for what seemed like forever. Just when I thought she was going to stop crying, she burst into sobs again. I didn’t really get what was happening inside her but I believed she was crying that deep kind of crying that she had talked about. She cried and cried until she was absolutely exhausted from it. It must have been about an hour or so. She finally stopped crying and just laid there. There was silence for such a long period. Finally, as she was wiping her noise and sniffing, she spoke.

“Thank you Mike, I know that wasn’t easy for you either. I feel really close to you right now. Can you do me another favor?” Oh, man what was she going to ask now? I was a little concerned.
“In my apartment, there is some aloe vera lotion in my kitchen on the counter next to the microwave, can you get it and rub some on my backside? It will help with the healing process.”

She lifted her head enough for me to get up. I went to her place and came back. When I came in, she was laying over the side of the couch again with both pillows under her. I put some lotion on my hand and squirted a little on her bottom and upper thighs.

As carefully and softly as I could I rubbed it on her bottom as she twitched in sensitivity, “Ohhhh.”
“Lori, I’m sooo sorry, I did this to you and I. . .”
Still sniffing and wiping her nose, “Mike, you didn’t do this to me, I did. I was acting so selfish and stubborn. I was fighting hard against it. That made it worse, not you.”
“Well, either way, you have serious welts over that beautiful bottom of yours. Are they really going to heal OK?”
Still snuffling while talking, “Oh yeah, they’ll heal up just fine and be just about all gone within 3-4 days. I heal pretty quickly. So you think I have a beautiful bottom, ah?”
“Of course you do! It’s perfectly shaped and fits your figure.”
“Oh, Mike, can I take a nap here for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Of course, I’ll leave you in silence.”

I finished with the lotion and she stood up. She turned to face me. She gently put her arms around my neck and hugged me. I hugged her back.

She said, “Thank you for not giving up and helping me push through. I feel so centered.  I just have a big headache and a very sore backside, but I’ll live. I’m not afraid anymore to be vulnerable with you. You have no idea what’s happened inside me. I just want to lay down and take a good nap now, ok?”
“Sure, no problem, I have few errands to run anyway.”

She turned over facing the couch cushions, and just laid there with her cute little backside facing outward, clothes still down. And as welted and red as her bottom was, it was still pretty darn cute. I left to do some running around and came back about four hours later. Lori was awake and had her clothes pulled back up. She was sitting on the couch watching TV and sipping some hot tea. I sat down and she leaned over to snuggle next to me. I didn’t know what to say.

“Are you feeling better Lori?”
“Oh, yeah, better than you would think. I’m pretty sore and will be for a few days but I’ll be fine.”

We watched a movie and ordered pizza. She went back to her place later that night.

I saw her again the next morning. I was on my way out to work and caught her as she was coming back from an early morning jog.

“Doing OK, Lori?”
“Absolutely! Couldn’t be better; sometimes all a girl needs is a good spanking to make her feel better!”

I was just about to get into my car and she called to me from the front door of the apartment building.

She smiled and said, “Hey, Mike! Sometimes you’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” She chuckled.

I gave her a wink and headed off to work.


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