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Madison & Robyn – 1
Early on in their relationship it was naturally decided that Madison was in charge and Robyn was a hot mess who needed some structure. As the years they spent together went by they found routines, expectations, and structure that fit for them as a couple. Madison would make a shared note on her iPhone every week of Robyn’s to do’s & weekly expectations.
Robyn was a stresser. She had learned over the years exercise always helped manage her stress and anxiety. So Madison implements 3 workouts a week on her to do list. Robyn & Madison had a very active social life. Madison probably enjoyed that aspect of their life a little less than Robyn. The deal was Robyn could keep her active social life but needed 8 hours of sleep a night, with a once a week exception. Eight was the minimum it took to keep her crankiness at bay. As chores and things needed to be done around the house Madison would add Robyn’s contributions to the list.
Every Sunday morning Madison would review the shared note and see if there was anything that needed to be addressed.
– Robyn’s POV –
Summer break is coming to an end and I’m just simply not ready for it to be over. I love teaching and love my students but I have enjoyed my time off greatly. Last Sunday Madison reminded me to focus on my list this week, that getting back into the groove would take some focus and being intentional with my time. I should’ve listened. Instead, I stressed about the school year starting back up, made plans with several friends to meet for drinks, and avoiding anything that wasn’t considered fun outside of work.
Monday was exhausting at work. I stayed late getting everything ready for the rest of the week and when I got home I napped.
Tuesday I met up with some friends after work for some much needed wine. Madison came to join us when she got off work. I was already on my second glass when she arrived. When she ordered herself a glass of wine she also ordered me a water while patting me on the leg with raised eyebrows. To anyone else looking it would look like nothing but to me it was a clear statement – I was not following the one glass of water per drink rules and she noticed. I muttered a quick apology and chugged the water when it got there and asked for a refill. Thankfully that only got me a few warning swats when we got home with a reminder to be intentional with my time and focus on expectations.
On Wednesday I did no better. The Women’s FIFA World Cup was on so we met friends at a local brewery. We always switch off who drives and tonight was my turn. But after 3 beers I wanted another. I put on my best pout face and asked Madison if she’d drive, she agrees to drive but said I was still done drinking. Not liking that answer I pouted more and even threw in a little foot stomp in there, my brat was starting to show. After giving me a look that immediately made me check myself I put my brat away and watched the game. Which was a good choice on my part. What was not a good choice was 10 minutes later when Madison went to the bathroom to order another beer. It’s not like I could waste it!
One of the couples with us, Alexa and Amanda, were also into the same lifestyle as me and Madison. While Amanda raised her eyebrows and shot me a look obviously questioning what on earth I thought I was doing, Alexa simply said “not a smart move”“It’ll be fine! Madison already said she’d drive.”
It was in fact not fine…When Amanda got back to the table the waitress hadn’t brought the beer over yet so everything looked normal. Until… she came and placed the beer in front of me and asked Madison if we needed anything else. Madison shot me a look that made me repeat oh shit oh shit oh shit in my head. Not really sure why I ever thought this was a good idea.
“Just the check please” she told the waitress.
After signing the bill Madison grabbed my upper arm and said “sorry to leave before the game is over but we gotta go. See you all later”
Grunting lowly, I put on my best angel, apology eyes and looked up at Madison “are you sure we can’t wait until the game is over?”
Her eyes told me I better not push this and her grip on my arm tightened just a bit, not enough to hurt but enough to make her point. With that I was up on my feet walking out without a fight.
Madison held me until we got to the passenger side door, when she finally released me it was only to deliver four powerful, painful swats to my butt. “When I say ‘no more’ I don’t mean wait until I’m not around. Let this be a preview for what’s to come”Knowing it was in my and my butts best interest to behave I quickly replied “sorry ma’am, yes ma’am”
“I am sure you will be sorry. Get in and buckle up”
We rode home in silence, I could see Madison replaying the event in her head and then she would huff and shake her head. When we pulled into the garage all she said was “corner. Now.” I quickly exited the car and ran to the bedroom finding the corner I often spent too much time in. I was quick enough getting there though that I avoided any extra swats on the way.
At first my head wondered who was winning the game and then realizing I was probably in for a spanking tonight I just thought about that. I tried my best not to shift and wiggle in the corner but standing still was hard for me.
After what felt like forever but was probably only 5 minutes I heard Madison come into the room. Coming up behind me, I could feel her presence and shifted slightly while whispering “I’m sorry”“I’m glad to hear that but we are still going to address this.”
With that Madison grabbed my arm and turned me toward the dreaded desk chair. Neither of us ever did work in this room so I don’t know why we had to have it in here. The only time any of that furniture was used was when I was in trouble. Either Madison was on the chair lighting my ass on fire or I was sitting in the chair writing lines.Snapping me out of my thoughts about furniture Madison began to undo the button to my pants and take my underwear with them.
“Step out”
I stepped out of my pants and underwear completely and kind of flung them with my foot into the dirty clothes basket. Putting my dirty clothes in the basket and not just on the floor was something we had been working on.
Madison quickly had me over her lap, ass in air, hands on the ground. One hand wrapped around me ready to hold me in place the other began rubbing light circles on my butt.
“Why are we in this position Robyn?”
“I ordered a beer when you told me I was done”
“When I tell you no I expect you to listen. If you think I am actually being unreasonable we can talk about it. But because you want to is not a good enough reason. It is your first week back and I can tell we are struggling a bit with the adjustment back. I would like to remind you about our notes and that we will be going over everything on that on Sunday. It would be in your best interest to complete your to do’s”
“Yes ma’am! Please hurry so I can get my 8 hours”
Chuckling “interesting you’re concerned about that now when if I let you drink that beer you ordered we wouldn’t even be home yet”
Not having a reply I just wiggled a bit on her lap. Ready to get this over with.
Madison soon began. The smacks weren’t terrible hard, but definitely warmed up my bottom as the minutes went by. After awhile I started to squirm a bit but she just held me tighter with her arm.
Then she started what I always considered the worst part of her spankings. She would smack the same spot, my sit spot on just one cheek, over and over and over. The heat would build up so much and it stung!
“pleeeeease no more, I’ll listennnnn!” I squealed out but it did no good. She just switched to the other cheek and did the same thing to it.
My sit spots had to be bright red by the time she finally stopped.
“Oh thank god, I can’t take anymore” I muttered trying to get up, only to be held in place.
“Not done yet” she said calmly and then I felt the cool wood of the hairbrush.
Where the hell did that come from?! I hadn’t seen that when she sat down.
“Pleaseeee no Mads, I’m sorry! I promise I will listen”
Rubbing the cool wood around my bottom, she said “I am glad to hear you plan on listening in the future, we will be done soon.”
With that I felt the cool wood leave my bottom and be raised into the air. I heard the smack before I felt the pain. But then I felt it. Heat roared through my bottom and before I even had time to fully register the pain the next smack fell.
I started crying almost instantly once she started with the brush. Muttering apologies and begging her to stop. I always had a safe word if it really was too much but deep down I knew both of us needed this, probably me more than her. The structure was something I craved and needed.
“Almost done” she announced letting me know the next ones were going to be the hardest. I reached my hand back and put it on my back signaling to her I knew I was going to need a little help. She hooked our hands together and gave me a slight squeeze.
Lifting her knee up so my sit spots were even higher she delivered 4 rapid stingers to my right sit spot and then another 4 to my left. I lay limp over her lap with tears coming down my face.
Madison rubbed my back and whispered how I was alright and forgiven, saying how much she loved me. Once I gained a little control I started to push up and she helped guide me up into her arms. She held me tight while I cried into her shoulder.
Once I gained control of myself she lifted me up to meet my eyes “wash your face and brush your teeth then bed my love”
“yes ma’am” I said as I scurried off to our bathroom. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. PJs were not needed tonight, so once naked I slipped into bed.
Madison was shortly behind me, holding me tight. “Are you working out in the morning?”
Looking at the clock “umm.. no, I need the sleep. I will workout after work tomorrow.” Not even thinking about how I already had plans for after work tomorrow.
“Okay my love.” Kissing the back of my head while spooning me close, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Although I got my 8 hours that night, the fact of the matter was I had done just about nothing on my to do list and it was already Thursday morning.
I should cancel my plans for after work, get a workout in, do a load of laundry, get my sleep.
But time will tell if I make the responsible or fun choice after work…
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I think I already know what the choice will be.
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Not a story
Sorrrry! No new story – but know I’ve been causing enough trouble this week myself to inspire lots of stories to come. I have been a weee bit of a wild child [full grown adult] this week. Hopefully a new story in the next few days!
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Rachel & Megan l 5 – Summertime Bratty Blues
The past few days had just been somehow very busy for me not being in school or having a job. I had flown home to visit the parentals for a few days and flew back late on Thursday night. During the three days I had been home Ashely had broken up with Mike which was definitely for the better for her and me (and my ass). He was just a little too party – which says a lot coming from the girls known as the Tequila Twins.
Anyways – after getting in late on Thursday night, I woke up SUPER early on Friday. Like actually super early. Like early enough to catch the sunrise. I was one of Ashley’s favorite things to do and was guaranteed to cheer her up.
After dragging myself out of bed, I dragged Ashely out of bed and we drove the 15 minutes to a short hiking area with the best views. I grabbed our headlamps and off we went hiking for sunrise. I had packed a backpack of snacks and threw in two morning beers for each of us. We watched the sunset and talked about life, the universe, all the things.
After getting back about noon from that, I was exhausted. Between the flight getting in late and waking up early there was very little hours of sleep in me. But of course, I couldn’t nap. I had to meet with my academic advisor – not something I wanted to do but she had emailed me after my grades posted and requested a meeting.
Megan did not give me much choice in the matter – it was schedule a meeting with her or I could schedule a meeting with Megan’s paddle and then we could schedule a meeting with her together. I didn’t think that was really fair because we didn’t have a rule about school… I brought it up to Megan and she was annoyingly calm and rational about it. But all it did for me was add another rule: Prioritize school.
With the meeting at 1:00pm it was no surprise when my phone went off at 12:35
Megan (12:35): Hey babe! I have missed you so much – can’t wait to hear about home and everything your advisor says. Make sure to take notes!
Feeling a little sassy with my lack of sleep and missing my girl it only made sense to reply…
Rachel (12:37) : Advisor? Notes?
Megan (12:40): Ha! You only have 20 minutes to get here, you better hurry and don’t be late!
Rachel (12:42) : For all you know I’m there
Megan (12:44): *screenshot of my location on find my friends of me at home*
Megan (12:44): Being late to this meeting is not prioritizing your education. Let me make that very clear.
Rachel (12:48) : UGGGGHHHHH SHHHH I’m on my way there!
Megan (12:50): You’re on your way to trouble if you keep talking to me like that.
Rachel (12:59): Sorry… I’m walking in.
The meeting with my advisor was not the greatest. She obviously noted the change in my grade this school year. She talked about how I had to have a 3.0 in all classes directly related to my major for them to count towards graduation. I didn’t realized that was a real rule. I had gotten a C in one of my classes that was for my degree.
Meaning I had to retake the class. Ugh. Today sucks and I am tired.
We planned out all my classes for the following semester. As long as I took a full 18 credit hours and had an A or B in all my classes I would be fine to graduate on time.
What happened to D’s get degrees? Wasn’t that a thing?
Megan had a class followed by a training session – girl was always busy being productive and making money. That also meant I wouldn’t get to see her until later.
After my advisor meeting, Ashely and I met at Shaggy’s for food and drinks. Minus the food. I was annoyed after my meeting. I didn’t want to retake that class or take a full 18 credit hours for that matter. Megan had texted me to be smart at Shaggy’s and that she would meet me there late. I missed her – it had been like 5 days since we had seen each other since I had gone home.
We took one tequila shot to start us off and then switched to beer. I didn’t need to be wasted by the time Megan got here, that would be in my favor. We played some pool and drank more beers. I think the alcohol was also making me part delusional since I was beyond exhausted and still hadn’t eaten anything since the little snack I brought on the hike.
When Megan showed up I jumped on her, so excited to see her. I kissed her all over and squeezed her tight. After ordering a beer for her, I said “lets play some pool so I can kick your ass”
“From so affectionate to that – your mood is all over the place but game on” Megan responded while moving towards the pool table.
“You don’t even know. She’s been great today to cheer me up but that girl is turning into a cranky mood swing, look out! I’m out of here” Ashely said, giving us both hugs.
“Rude! I am not, biotch.” I blurted back.
“Seeeee” Ashely said while walking out the door.
In full pout mode because I hated being called cranky I tired to start the game of pool but my break was terrible and the only ball to go in was the cue ball.
“Fucking shit!” I yelled.
Before I could even process it, Megan had taken my stick and pulled me so our faces were directly in front of each other. “What is going on with you?! What is this mood?”
Trying to shake loose of the hold she had on my upper arm, I grumbled “it’s fucking nothing! It was just a bad hit”
Leaning in extra close, in her most terrifying only audible to me voice Megan started “this is your second warning today about how you talk to me. There will not be a third warming before I put you over my knee. Do you understand?”
Shaking my head in understanding, I whined “I just wanted that break to be better and then the cue ball went in the hole and it was a terrible shot.”
“It is just a game babe. There is no need to get this upset about it. Are you going to control your emotions and play for fun?”
Nodding, I took back my stick and moved away. I tried my best to control my emotions over ‘just’ a game. And I did well for the first couple of turns. But then Megan got on a roll and hit 4 balls in during ONE turn.
Instead of being impressed by this or complimenting her I mumbled, what I thought was under my breathe, “this is bullshit.”
Megan put her stick back on the rack and walked ot the bar. I stood there a little confused, it was still her turn. It looked like she was paying the tab.
Walking back over to me, she grabbed my stick and put it away. I immediately tried to protest “wait! I’m sorry! Those were good shots! Finish your turn!”
“You are done here. We are going to my house, I told you there would be no third warning.”
Realizing she was implying I was going to get a spanking my eyes grew big with recognition and I started to whine “nooo pleaseee I’m sorrrry”
Having none of it, Megan grabbed my upper elbow and started walking me towards the car.
As I was plopping down in the passenger seat, Megan got into the car stating “this is not the welcome home excitement I had in mind for tonight at home.”
My understanding of the trouble I was in went back in forth just as much as my mood had that day. Folding my arms over my chest, my face in a pout “this isn’t fucking fair!” I whined to Megan.
Shaking her head in disbelief she stayed silent the rest of the drive. Although, on a few minutes away, the silence had me regretting a few things about my behavior but I was annoyed after my meeting, and exhausted, and I was hungry – more like hangry.
Morgan wasted no time between pulling up to the house to pulling out her desk chair and calmly asking “what is going on with you?”
Clearly already swinging away from regretting back to being a tired, hungry, annoyed brat I spat out “As I already said! Nothing!!”
Quickly, very very quickly, standing up Megan held my upper arm with one hand while the other hand covered my butt in hard stringing swats while she walked me to the corner. The corner? This was new.
Even with my jean shorts on my butt was instantly burning, she was not holding back. After three to each bare thigh causing me to yelp and try to jump to avoid them Megan took ahold of my chin.
“You’re going to stand here. Face in the corner, hands at your sides, not fidgeting or moving. For 10 minutes, then we will talk. If we have issues with you standing in this corner you will first receive the spanking you already have coming on these bare thighs, then corner time, then your actual spanking. Do you understand me?” Her voice was powerful and terrifying.
“Yyyyes ma’am” I shook my head as much as I could while she stilll had my chin.
“Good. Now, I want you to think about the things you have said to me today and ask yourself if they are respectful.”
With that she turned me around and in the corner I went. I could hear her behind me, it sounded it she sat back down. Was she just watching me? I wanted to turn and look but the thought of a spanking solely on my thighs was enough to keep my head in the corner.
After the first few minutes, I started to replay the day. I had pushed her over text… I blurted out some cranky comments on the bar…. I didn’t listen to her warning… even once I was in trouble I still snapped at her.
Why? I had missed her so much while I was gone. I wish I was just cuddled up with her now. Instead she was about to give me a spanking which yeah, I didn’t really want but it felt even worse that was my welcome back. Tears started to slip down my cheeks.
I wanted to apologize but I waited until she told me I could move. When she finally did I turned around and practically fell into her starting to cry. “I’m sorrrry I was such a brat. My meeting didn’t go well and I haven’t had anything to eat and I am so tiredddd. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or said those things.”
Pulling me back and kissing my forehead “I am glad a little corner time enlighten you to how you arrived in this situation and maybe identified some contributing factors. Let me make is very clear, in the future if your curse words are directed towards me you will be finding out what a bar of soap taste like, that is rude and disrespectful and you are fully capable of expressing yourself without those words towards me. Understand?”
Tears still slowly slipped down my face and I nodded in understanding, feeling rather lucky I was not getting the bar of soap today.
Megan undid my shorts and swiftly pulled them and my underwear down. I was quickly over her lap and had no fight in me. I felt guilty and was exhausted.
She wasted no time heating up my bottom. It felt like she was using full force smacks from the very beginning and delivering them very quickly! My ass had to turn a bright shade of red within a minute at the rate and force she was delivering these smacks.
I tried my best to just take the spanking, knowing I had earned it but that was hard to do in the actual moment.
Fighting to keep my hands away, I finally managed to get out “waaaait ahh pullllease hooold my hahhnnd.” With that my hand flew back not with the intention to block, because I knew I earned this, but with the hope she would grab it. She quickly took it in her hand and gave me a little squeeze, it was a sweet gesture for someone lighting my butt on fire.
After another minute the smacks had started to slow down and the force behind them lessened. Tears flowed freely from my face and I had started to hiccup.
Finally stopping, Megan rubbed my back and softly said “it’s okay, all is over, and all is forgiven.
Wanting to be in her arms, I shifted my feet to the ground and repositioned myself against her chest.
“I’m *hiccup* sorrrrry” I cried into her shirt.
Still rubbing my back and holding me tight with her other hand, Megan said “Baby, all is forgiven. You are okay. You are exhausted and probably hungry though.” Standing up while I still latched onto her, Megan moved over to the bed and guided me down. I laid down willingly but flipped to my stomach quickly.
“Just wait a minute babe, I’ll make you something to eat real quick then you can nap.”
I was exhausted though and my eyes were beginning to shut before she even left the room.
She came back in with a sandwich in hand and gently shook me awake. “Baby, eat this real quick then nap, you’ll feel better”
Groggy and grumpy I mumbled “noo sleeeeep now”
It only took two light pats to my very red very exposed derriere to get my attention.
“Okay, okay I’ll eat”
With a satisfied smile, Megan handed me the sandwich. While I ate she asked questions about my trip and then of course she had to say “what happened with your advisor?”
The sandwich had definitely helped my mood but I was still tired and feared I would not properly articulate the conversation without me getting in more trouble.
“Can I nap first and then we talk about it? I’m still pretty cranky and don’t want to take it out on you”
“Of course babe. Thanks for expressing yourself appropriately” she said winking at me.
“Maybe after my nap we can also get to the excitement you had in mind for my welcome home”
“You are something else” she said while sliding into the bed and pulling me onto her chest for a full cuddle. “Get some rest and we can see where things go later my love” kissing me on the forehead.
I adored being cuddle up on her chest, even if my butt was bright red and hot.
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Such an adorable couple.
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Megan & Rachel 4 – Brownies
Things had been going so well. We fell into a natural routine together and it being in summer also meant we had a lot of free time, me with a lot more free time since Megan still worked as a trainer and TA. But of course all good (behaved brats) must come to an end at some point.
It was a Wednesday afternoon. On Wednesdays Megan normally trained multiple people until late and we didn’t see each other on Wednesdays. Ashely had started really dating that guy, Mike, she went on the date with and he was fun, definitely a bit more of a wild partier than Megan. The few times they met they didn’t mesh real well but she played nice, knowing how close Ashely and I were and she liked Ashely too.
Anyways, Mike had the bright idea to make weed brownies. I had eaten brownies in the past but never actually made them. This could be a learning experience. For a brief moment I considered how Megan would freak out and I would definitely get a spanking if she knew I was making these and obviously going to have to taste one for a quality assessment. But remembering that she was training people all night I figured I would be fine by morning and she wouldn’t know. I would have to remember to postpone my doctors appointment a few weeks.
Having never made brownies, I had no clue that our entire apartment would smell SO STRONG. It was significantly stronger than if you just smoked in there. Ashely burned some incense but I don’t think it did anything. We had let them cool for 15 minutes but that is all we could wait, too eager to wait any longer we each had a square from the pan. They tasted pretty good! I was impressed with my cooking skills.
Now to sit back and relax for the next 30 minutes and wait for the weed to hit us. Right after I sat down from licking the remaining chocolate off my fingers here was a knock at the door. Megan always did the same pattern of knock, I knew in my gut it had to be her. She was going to flip her shit when I opened that door, it smelled so strong!
Ashely started to get up to get it but I beat her to it saying it had to be Megan. Mike was on the patio smoking a cigarette and I shooed Ashely out there with him.
Opening the door slowly, there was Megan. Standing with a bag of groceries (clearly for dinner) and a bouquet of flowers. My eyes instantly filled with tears. I fucked up.
Immediately noticing my eyes she started towards me saying “honey, what is wrong?” In her movement to get closer to me, she entered the apartment and she knew quickly what was wrong. Pulling back, her face full of anger and disappointment, “why on earth does your apartment smell so strongly of weed Rachel Marie Konklin?”
Not knowing what to do and feeling terrible about what I just did after I said I agreed to no drugs, I ran to my bedroom and went head first in to my bed to cry into a pillow. Megan rubbed back at first then pulled my shoulder to have me look at her “are we feeling a bit of guilt?”
“mmhmm”
“We are going to have a long talk about this. Are you high right now?
“well… not yet…” I managed to barely squeak out. It had only been about 5 minutes total since I ate the brownie, it wouldn’t make me feel high for another 20.
Burrowing her brows in a questioning manner, “what do you mean not yet?”
Turning so I could hid my face in my pillows again, I hid. This was going to be the worst high experience ever.
Megan was not having my hiding, she quickly delivered two sharp smacks to my butt forcing me to roll over to protect it.
Rubbing the sting from the swats, I started “well… I um…” I couldn’t do it, I put my head down and looked away.
Also not having that, Megan grabbed my chin and said “continue”
“umm… I… had a brownie… it hasn’t hit me yet”
Pulling her hand away and rubbing her hands over her face, I could tell she was frustrated and annoyed while trying to reign it in.
“I’m sorry..” I added in.
“Oh you will be very very sorry when we address the consequences that come from this tomorrow, when you’re not high.”
“I know…”
“Okay – here is the deal. I am going home.” When she said that a tear instantly dropped down my face. Taking her hand she wiped away my tear “let me finish.. you have a choice – you can stay here with Ashely and Mike and probably enjoy your high, then you come over in the morning for us to talk or you can come home with me, I’ll make the dinner I bought for us, and you’ll already be at my place to talk in the morning.”
I quickly blurted out, “take me with you please.”
I got a small smile out of her for my pick.
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The night was pretty uneventful. She made this scrimp, turkey sausage, vegetable dish in the air fryer. We watched a movie, which was probably for the best because I was super high and a movie required little focus an gave me excuses to laugh at nothing.
What I was not expecting was to be woken up so early in the morning. Megan ruffled my hair at 7:30 “time to get up, I have class in a bit.” Not in the mood to wake up yet, I groaned and rolled over. Only to have the covers pulled back and a smack to the ass “up, up, up! We need to chat.”
Ugh. Megan did not waste any time addressing issues. Pulling my legs over the bed, I sat up and fidgeted with my fingers with my head down. I knew I had messed up and she was definitely going to spank me. While I was sitting up, Megan had grabbed her desk chair and pulled it in front of me.
“Eyes on me” she said in this voice that was terrifying. The voice demanded compliance, sent a shiver through my whole body, and somehow was still at a normal volume level.
Looking up I immediately saw her face filled with disappointed and frustration. Not wanting that look to stare at me for any amount of time I quickly mumbled “I’m sorry” slid off the bed and slid myself over her lap.
“Not so fast, first we’re going to talk” She said lifting me up and placing me between her legs. “I see you understand you have earned yourself a spanking. No matter what is said in this talk that will be happening, so there is no need to bend the truth or lie. Start from the beginning, how did this happen?”
Letting a tear slip down my face, I began “well Mike was over and he thought it would be fun to make brownies and I had never made them before so I thought it would be a learning experience”
“You’ll be learning from this experience all right, go on” she said sternly.
“Soo we made them and then when we were baking the whole place smelled so bad I didn’t know that would happen. Then once they cooled I had one and well then you showed up”
“Did it occur to you that eating a weed brownie was against our agreed upon rules? That it would mess up you going to see your doctor to get back on your medicine?”
“Yeah… I just thought… I don’t know.”
Holding my chin in her hand she said “I think you just thought I’d be working so you could get away with it and hide it from me. Is that right?”
For a moment I couldn’t speak, but I could tell she was waiting for an answer.
“Um… yeah…”
“Hiding things from me because you know they are wrong is lying to me, it is lying by omission. You knew knew eating a weed brownie was clearly against the rules and you did it in a way that you thought I would never know. Do you think our rules are unreasonable?”
In a barely audible voice, I answered “no… they’re reasonable.”
“Then I expect them to be followed, if I am present or not. Am I clear?”
“Yes ma’am”
“Good. Now you sure did break a big one for your first time breaking the rules since we really established them. You are about to learn I am not playing.”
With that she pulled me back over her leg and removed my underwear in one swift movement. She immediately began spanking me with her hand – over and over it fell, me never knowing where it would fall. After a few minutes I started to squirm and kick my legs. The heat in my butt was really starting to build. When I kicked my legs high enough to almost hit her hand she moved from my butt to my untouched, very sensitive thighs “keep your feet down!”
“it hurrrrrts”
Focusing aim on my sit spots she replied “it is supposed to, don’t break rules in the future and it won’t hurt”
She continued to rain down smacks for another few minutes. My butt had to be bright red by this point. I had tears streaming down my face since the beginning of the spanking but my crying was picking up.
“I’mmmm sorrrrryyyyyyy” I wailed.
She finally stopped and rubbing my butt and back “almost done, take a deep breathe”
She lifted me to a standing position and stood up herself. Then she guided me over the bed with my butt sticking out. “Pleaseeeee no more, I’m sorrrryyyy” I cired out.
“Almost done, 30 with my belt – one for everyday you’ll have THC in your urine then we are done. Stay put and keep your hands away and it’ll be over sooner.”
I didn’t even realize she had a belt in her hand when the first blow came down. I immediately jumped up and grabbed my butt. It was like a wild fire across the spot the belt hit. She waited patiently then guided me back into position. This time she reached for my hands and held them in the small of my back. She brought the belt down another 6 times with rapid fire. Then she paused, letting me catch my breathe. Sherepeated the rapid fire until I only had 3 let, or so she said, I had stopped counting it hurt so bad.
“Three more hard ones and we are done. I hope to never repeat this lesson.” She said and then three in a row hit my sit spots. When she released my hands I stayed put and sobbed into the bed. Megan gently rubbed my back and in a soothing voice said “it’s all over, you’re okay.” She eventually pulled me up and tucked me in her arms while I continued to cry and mutter apologies.
Pulling me back to look in my eyes she said “baby girl, all is forgiven.” And I melted into her a little more. When my crying finally turned into just sniffles she let me know she had class in 30 minutes and needed to get going but that she would be back right after. She got me comfortable in bed, laying on my stomach of course, and then kissed me on the head saying “get some rest and I’ll bring breakfast once I’m done with class.”
It didn’t take me long to fall back asleep. It was still early and that spanking was exhausting. This was my first relationship that involved spanking and I have to say, it did feel good that I was truly forgiven after – even if my butt did not feel good at all.
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Megan & Rachel 3 – Making it Official
The next two weeks were simply amazing. Megan and I spent more and more time together. When I wasn’t with Megan, I was typically at the pool with Ashely, day drinking and working on our tans. Megan trained 3 athletes a couple of times a week and worked as a TA during the summer sessions too. I still haven’t figured out why she was a TA for Great Books when she is working on becoming a Physical Therapist. My parents were pretty well off so I was able to live off their dime for the summer without a job, which was really nice to have three months to just do nothing.
Megan: All final grades are officially posted, have your checked yours?
Rachel: I have not nor do I feel inclined to charge my laptop to check. It is summmmmmmer
Megan: *eye roll emoji*
Megan: I’ll be done with trainings in about an hour, will you still be at the pool?
Rachel: Possibly but Ash has a DATE tonight so she wants to head up to get ready in a bit. Head this way either way though pleaseeeee
Megan: Sounds good, I will let you know when I headed out
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Megan showed up with everything to cook up a delicious dinner. Ashely was super nervous for her date but we talked her through everything. Reminding her that we had her location, she could text us and we would come, and that I would call an hour in and ask if she wanted new tires – if she said ‘yes’ I would come get her if she said ‘no’ I knew she was good. I also thoroughly stalked him on Instagram.
After she left, Megan got to cooking while I sat on a bar stool watching. I loved watching her cook, she made it look so easy. And well mainly I just loved watching her.
“Why don’t you pull up your final grades while I chop up the veggies”
“That requires charging my computer and I’m sure I passed everything, I’m not worried”
“Don’t be that lazy – go grab the computer and charger, it will take less than 5 minutes to check.” She said in a more serious tone.
Getting off the barstool to go get my computer and charger I said “can’t you just tell me my grade for Great Books”
“I could but I asked you to look them up”
“I’m going, I’m going” I grumbled as I plugged in the charger and opened up the computer.
After logging in, just as I expected, I said “passed everything. I really thought I would pull off a B in Great Books but a C will do.”
“If you didn’t miss so many classes you would’ve had a B. Could’ve been an A if you read the books.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah”
“I’m serious, after seeing your effort in that class I’m shocked you passed all your classes. Let me see”
I turned the computer around a little embarrassed. My grades Freshman and Sophomore year were much better than this year. Megan studied my computer screen and I could see her clicking around. I just stayed put looking down, no need to question anything.
“So what happened this year?” She said calmly shutting my computer and looking at me.
“What do you mean? I passed everything.”
With a look of concern she said “you used to be a straight A student, your worst grade the first two year of college was an A-, so something had to have changed between then and now” she paused, still looking directly at me while I looked around the room, looking anywhere except at her eyes. She continued “so what happened? Please tell me it is not that you turned 21 because I will have to put a way bigger limit on your drinking if that is it”
I didn’t expect this talk to get so serious, I also didn’t think she would really like the completely truthful answer.
“It isn’t that, it’s not my drinking.” I said quietly, still avoiding her eyes.
“Okay, so if not that, then what do you think it was?” she said pretty calmly, which I had a feeling in the pit of my belly wouldn’t last once she knew the full truth.
“Umm I don’t take medicine anymore.”
“What kind of medicine?” She asked resting her arms on the counter that was between us.
“I was taking Adderall my freshman and sophomore year for my ADHD”
“Well the ADHD part makes sense” she said with a chuckle. “Okay so why are you not on it anymore?
“I can’t get it anymore.” I was really hoping to keep my answers vague and move on from this topic. Trying to move on I quickly added “can I help with any of the cooking?”
Completely ignoring my cooking question, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner and leaning in even closer, Megan asked “like can’t get it from your doctor or can’t get it from someone on campus?”
Adderall was a highly sought after pill on campus. It would help students stay up studying or to finish a paper in one sitting. Buying it off random people on campus was not that uncommon, although illegal.
“A doctor!” I quickly answered.
“Whew, I thought you were about to tell me you were illegally buying drugs” She leaned back, putting more space between us as she began to open and put together a bagged salad. I saw this as my out and went for a complete topic change “how did training go today? It was hot out there, I hope you gave them lots of water breaks!”
Not going with the topic change at all, Megan stopped with the bag salad to stare me down “I feel like there is something you are not telling me. Why won’t your doctor give them to you anymore? Clearly they helped you. Did you have bad side effects?”
Chewing on the sides of my cheeks and looking down, I replied “no, no bad side effects…”
Lifting my chin to meet her eyes she said “babe… what are you not telling me about this?”
“Nothing, it is just that I was medicated then and now I’m not. Can we eat please?” I said trying my best to reign in my sass but wanting this conversation to end.
Leaning against the the counter, getting close to my face again, she asked “why can’t you get it from your doctor anymore?”
“She won’t give it to me…” I said with a bit of frustration in my voice.
“Why are you avoiding the question? I want to know why your doctor won’t give you the medicine anymore.”
I dropped my head and looked at my hands in my lap. She wasn’t going to like the answer. Was she going to spank me for this? My stomach did a couple flips.
Lifting my chin gently “Babe, I don’t understand. Why is answering that bothering you so much?”
“You’re not going to like the answer… ” in an even softer voice I added “and you’ll probably spank me when you hear it…”
“Ah, I see. Well, unless it is because you took 4 plus shots in an hour in the last two weeks your bottom is safe. I’m not going to spank you for something you did before me. Now, if it is something I don’t like the answer to, it probably becomes a rule, and if you break it thennn I will spank you for it. Make sense?”
I noddled in understanding, my butt was safe for now but I had a feeling that me smoking or taking gummies was about to become a no no. We had never talked about weed so I wasn’t exactly sure where she stood on it but I could take a really good guess.
“Okay – so out with it, why won’t your doctor prescribe it anymore?”
“Well… she did a blood test, and I had some… THC in my system…”
“I appreciate your honestly and you’re right I do not like the reason at all. I didn’t even know you smoked weed. That is coming to an end.” She went back to the bagged salad and mixed it in the bowl.
Deciding I didn’t have anything to add, I stood up and grabbed the plates for dinner. While we had a few minutes of silence, we both moved around the kitchen getting every we would need to eat.
Once we had settled at the table Megan said “so I think it is time we had a talk…”
Looking up at her bugged eyed I panicked that she didn’t want to be with me now, a tear leaked out of my eye but I could not form words.
Megan realized that what she said came out way different than what she meant, which was that it was time for us to become official. Becoming official also meant I got an official set of rules. While we ate and even for a long while after we finished eating, we talked about everything relationship. In the end it was decided that my rules would be
- No lying
- No drugs unless given by a doctor or OTC
- Responsible drinking (we talked about this one for a long time – pretty much Megan will decided if I was irresponsible but drinking a lot on an empty stomach wasn’t smart, excessive shot taking not a good idea, drinking lots of water was — that kind of stuff )
- Be respectful (this was one that we had both talked about as an important part of any relationship. Making sure that even if one of us was in a bad mood we weren’t taking it out on the other, that kind of stuff. I also realized this one might be a struggle for me because I can get kind of bratty when I’m tired, hungry, annoyed, really just about anytime. Megan said not to worry she would help me with that brattiness, I’m sure she will).
I worried a little about the drug one. I don’t seek out buying drugs or anything like that but if we were at the pool or a party and someone offered I typically accepted. Megan also talked about making sure my blood test would be clean by the end of summer so that I could get back on ADHD medicine. I had agreed I was a much better student and general adult when I was on them.
Time will tell how I do at following these rules…
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Rachel & Megan 2 – She wasn’t kidding
The next morning, I eagerly texted Megan first thing. Talking with her made me so happy, like a giddy child at carnival.
Rachel: Hey! I know it is early but I had such a good time talking with you last night. Lunch?
Megan: Early? I’ve been to the gym, went to the grocery store, and started grading these Great Books final papers. Can you do lunch around 2? I need to finish grading some of these.
Rachel: 2 works for me. I’m not even going to ask if you have graded mine. That last paper killed me, the length requirements were too long!
Megan: Lucky for you – the professor ended up with your paper, not me. I’ll come pick you up at 2!
Oi, this girl really loved to give me a lot of shit about my academics. I have been off my ADHD medicine for almost a year now after my doctor refused to prescribe it because I had a little bit of THC in my system. I don’t see how me smoking a little weed is a reason I can’t be on ADHD medicine, it’s not like I was selling it or anything!
Megan picked me up right at 2, she was very prompt. She took me to the cutest little farm to table restaurant. Our conversations just flowed, she was so easy to talk with and there were never any awkward silence moments. We both had plans later in the night and realized we couldn’t drag this lunch out all day. She was attending some athletic scholarship thing while my event, much less adult, was an end of semester party at friends house.
Before Megan dropped me back at home from lunch she warned “do not take 4 tequila shots in under an hour tonight or I will bust your ass.” I nervously giggled at her but her face stayed the same with her ‘I’m not kidding’ look.
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Ashley and I decided to walk to the party since it was only about a 10 minute walk and then we wouldn’t have to worry about our cars. On the walk over I gushed all about Megan.
The second Ashely and I walked in the door someone yelled “TEQUILA TWINS are here!” – apparently our love for tequila shots and making everyone take them was a well known thing.
I wasn’t sure if I was poking the bear or what but I decided to send Megan a snapchat of our first tequila shot, then our second, then our third. When I got to the fourth tequila shot, I did pause and question if this was a good idea. The idea of having someone spank me for not making the wisest (and even I realized I shouldn’t be taking this many shots in a hour) decisions definitely intrigued me but the more I thought about it the more I figured she was just saying that, I didn’t think she would actually ‘bust my ass’ as she said. So I sent a snapchat that had me doing a fourth shot in it, it had probably been over an hour anyway.
I hadn’t had anything since lunch at 2 and it was already almost midnight. We had taken two more tequila shots, I was now up to 6, in addition to drinking beers between the shots. I had kind of forgotten about sending the snapchats earlier in the night but when I opened my phone I saw I had a notification that Megan had replayed my snaps and had sent me a snap message.
My stomach dropped a bit before I even opened the snap. Why had she replayed the videos?! I quickly opened snapchat to see what she had sent
Megan: Little girl, that was not a smart move. Let me know when you make it home safe.
Shit. She just called me little girl! My stomach had completely fallen out of me by this point. But I also kind of wanted to see her, I needed to know she wasn’t actually mad. So I opened my phone and fired off a text.
Rachel: wamma joinm the partty? or mayhe kake me home?
It was not my finest drunk texting but she understood what I meant and replied quickly.
Megan: Send me your location or the address.
Rachel: *Rachel began sharing their location with you*
Figuring out an address wasn’t going to work. She could have my location, no biggie.
I feel like I had just sent the message when I saw Megan coming in through the door. I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around her.
“You came!!” I yelped while squeezing her tightly.
“You are so naughty and rather intoxicated. Let me take you home” she said.
“Naughty, naughty me” I said while wiggling my butt and making what I thought was a cute and sassy face but was probably just a drunk face.
Swatting my butt she said “We will talk about that in the morning – lets go”
“Wait, wait. I came with Ashely and we walked, I don’t want to leave her”
“Go get her, I will drop her off”
Ashely didn’t put up any fight about leaving when we did. She was also very intoxicated. We hopped in the car and off Megan drove.
“Can we please please please go to Taco Bell? I am starving” I wined.
“Yeah, we can swing by there” Megan said before adding in “did you eat anything since lunch?”
I quickly replied “yeah.. yeah.. I had some food before we left”;
Ashley was no help and added in “HA! you mean some liquid calories of a pre-party shot”
If I had been more sober I probably would have bolted with how mad Megan’s face looked. Instead of replying to our comments, Megan turned up the music and headed towards Taco Bell.
After we got our food, she drove to our apartment and said “Ashley, I’m going to drop you and take this naughty girl home with me if you are both good with that.”
“Get it gurlllll” was Ashely’s only rely as she grabbed half the Taco Bell and exited the car.
Before we drove away, I reached over and grabbed Megan’s hand. As I grabbed it she said “you okay staying at my place tonight?”
“I am more than okay with that” I said winking while also yawning. I was drunk and tired.
“Little girl, you are trouble”
When we got to Megan’s I must’ve been asleep because my few memories are of her telling me to eat the Taco Bell I insisted on and to finish my water.
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Rolling over and opening my eyes in the morning I was a little confused on where I was. This was definitely not my bedroom. I looked down and found myself in an oversized t-shirt, also not mine. As I sat up and began to stretch while looking for my phone parts of the night came back to me. Tequila shots, lots of them. Snapchatting me taking tequila shots. Megan showing up at the party. Taco Bell. I must be a Megan’s house.
Realizing this I took some time to really look around the room. She had a massive King bed and the room was neat and organized. It looked like everything had a place. There were black and white pictures on the wall of soccer, football, and hockey – the three sports we had talked about that first night at Shaggy’s.
Megan walked in while I absorbed the room trying to learn more and more about her. Sitting down on the bed, giving me a little kiss on the forehead she asked “how are you feeling this afternoon?” Making a point to identify it was the afternoon already.
Feeling a little nervous, knowing I did exactly what she told me not to do last night and I even sent her the evidence of me doing that I looked down at my hands in my lap “I’m fine… sorry I called you to come get me.”
“I’m glad you called, I don’t mind giving you a ride. Although, I prefer if you listened to my warning” She said in a calm, level headed voice.
Feelings ridiculous I jumped out of bed “I’m sorry, I know I’m not very smart or responsible. It was ridiculous for me to think you would ever like someone like me. I’ll just change and get out” I said while headed towards my clothes neatly folded on desk.
Megan caught my elbow and pulled me back towards the bed, stating “sit, let’s talk about this.”
I sat on the bed like she asked, well more commanded and muttered “you don’t want me to just go?”
“No, I don’t. I like you Rachel and have enjoyed our so far brief time together. Now, talk to me about last night”
“I was just celebrating the end of the semester…”
“And sending me videos doing exactly what I told you not to do or I would do what?”
There is no way I could answer that. I immediately put my head down, muttering “I’m sorry…”
Lifting my chin to meet her eyes Megan said “What did I tell you I would do if you had four shots in an hour?”
“You… you said… well you said you’d bust my ass…”
“Correct, what do you think I meant by that?”
Still holding my chin so I couldn’t look away unless I closed my eyes, I said in a barely audible voice “that you’ll spank me?” my eyebrows tilted down in a questioning manner.
“That is exactly what I meant. But before we get to that I want to make sure this is something you are okay with. If we are to continue down the path we are on and we officially date I expect you to behave a certain way and follow my rules – when those are broken there are consequences, typically a spanking. For me, dealing with issues in a relationship this way lets me know that 1. you understand where you behavior or actions went wrong. 2. we deal with and correct any wrong doings and 3. once the consequence is complete all is forgiven and we move on, we don’t dwell on it or let it linger. Do you understand everything so far?”
I nodded my head in understanding. This was the kind of relationship I had read about and thought about for so long. I never thought I would actually ever meet someone like this.
“So all that being said – I really like you and enjoy spending time with you. I would have brought this all up a little bit later, not 36 hours after finally getting to know you but you seemed intent on pushing it by sending me all those SnapChats last night. Are you willing to accept the consequence I think you deserve for that? If not, that is okay. It is not for everyone and we can still be friends”
“umm… I accept” I said, turning bright red. This was embarrassing to talk about. I would rather just get this over with. I was also really glad to hear that she did like me and that she saw us dating down the road because I saw that too!
“Okay, have you ever been spanked as an adult before?”
“No…”
“Well, it is going to hurt, that much I will warn you. I will take into consideration that you haven’t been spanked before when spanking you today. Now, I want you to pick a word that if you say I will immediately stop and will talk. It has to be a word you will remember and not one that is like ‘stop’ or ‘no’ because those words will eventually just flow from your mouth.”
“umm… lime?”
“Lime will work. Also, fitting since your first spanking will be for having too many tequila shots.”
Megan moved over to her desk and pulled out the wooden straight back chair. Sitting down, she told me to come over. I slowly made my way over to her, not really sure what to expect. She grabbed my hips and placed me right in front of her, then grabbed my chin so I had no other option but to look at her.
“Rachel, tell me why you are about to get a spanking?”
“I… uhhh… I umm had too many shots”
“Correct, there is no need to have 4 shots in an hour and by the sounds of it you had more than that. I warned you not do that and you not only still did it but you sent me video evidence of it. Let this be a lesson in which if I tell you not to do something I am not playing.
With that she took my wrist and guided me over her lap. I wiggled a bit feeling uncomfortable, having never been in this position. Since I was only in an oversized t-shirt and panties it was easy for her to pull my shirt up and expose my panty covered butt. I instantly reached back and tried to pull my shirt down, this was so embarrassing.
“hands forward, your shirt comes up so I can get to your butt” and with that she began spanking my panty covered butt. Over and over her hand fell. At first, it wasn’t terribly bad. They stung but I was able to keep from yelping or protesting. Then she began picking up the pace and force. The swats were coming down faster and much harder.
I started to make little sounds of “ouuuuchh” or “ahh”
After what felt like 10 minutes but was really only 2 minutes she finally stopped. Her hand was rubbing my bottom and was gentle again.
I started to push myself off her lap saying ” I’m sorry, I won’t do that again” but to my surprise she just pushed me down across her lap still and held me in place.
“While I am glad to hear you won’t be doing it again, I should inform you that was the warm up. ” With that she grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to my knees.
I insantly triped to pull them up only to have my hand grabbed and held in the small of my back.
“Remember you have ‘lime’ if it is too much” and with that she began raining spanks down my bottom again. I didn’t realize how much that thin layer of panty protected.
These spanks hurt so much more, I was instantly making sounds and saying “I’m sorrrry”
But Megan just kept going.
“Pleaseeee Megaaaahn it hurtssss”
“It’s supposed to, it is a spanking.” She said rather matter of factly.
After a minute of spanks without panty protection I began having tears fall. The spanks continued, now more aimed at the spot that my butt met my thigh. They were less frequent but harder. Megan began to lecture more, punctuating certain pats with harder spanks.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t drink” two solid swats hit my sit spots hard “I just wanted you to be reasonable with it” six more hard swats rained down on my tender sit spots while I kicked my legs and yelped.
“I’m sorrrrrrrry, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee forgive me” I wailed out as she tendering rubbed my very sore bottom.
Her hand left my bottom to be replaced by something cool. I turned around to see she had a thick wooden hairbrush in hand”
Where the hell did that come from?!
“Please be doneeeee, I am sorry, my butt is on fireeeee” I begged.
“How many shots did you take last night?”
“I don’t know!” I cried.
Tapping my bottom with the brush she said “try to think about it, you sent me SIX videos of shots”
“ummm probably 8.. maybe 9…” I said quietly, I had started to calm from the hand spanking.
“Okay, I’m going to round up to 10. 10 with the brush and we are done. Since it is your first spanking I am going easy on you only giving 10. The next time you earn my hairbrush, you won’t be so lucky. Got it?”
“Yes ma’am” I managed to squeak out.
“Okay, almost done”
Holy shit that hairbrush hurt!! I cannot believe she called that going EASY on me! I was sobbing mess by the end. I was so thankful it was over. She didn’t drag them out, they came fast and painful. Before I knew it I was standing up and wrapped in her arms crying that I was sorry. I had buried my face in her chest and cried it out. When I finally started calming down more she pulled me away and said “all is forgiven, it is done and over.”
“Thank God for that!” I said.
Laughing she said ” now you know I mean it when I say I will bust your ass if you do something I say not to”
“Yeah you made that message clear. Can we get some food now, I am starving”
“Yes, you get dressed then we can go”
And just like that it was over. I did feel better that everything was like really forgiven. She wasn’t frustrated with me or making any comments about my mistakes from the night before. It was taken care of and we were able to move on with our day.
I did keep thinking back to our conversation before she spanked me when she talked about us maybe dating in the future and rules she would expect me to follow. But I guess all of that will come in time…
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Rachel & Megan 1 – The Meeting
This is setting the background for Rachel and Megan. More to come on these two!
It was the end of my Junior year of college and I had finally finished all my exams. After finishing my last exam, I walked over to my favorite little bar, Shaggy’s, and waited for my friends to finish their exams and trickle in. I sat at the bar drinking a beer and making some small talk with one of the bartenders. He knew me and my friends pretty well by this point in the year. Shaggy’s was a great little bar. It had good beers on tap, decent food for being a bar, and always had a good daily special.
My best friend since freshman orientation, Ashley, showed up first and was more than eager to have a celebratory shot with me.
Tequila – my favorite. Even though there have been a few rough nights/mornings from tequila it still continues to be my favorite.
Ashely and I started a game of pool while we waited for our other friends to arrive. We were halfway through the first game when I noticed Megan from across the bar. I recognized her right away. She had been the TA in my Great Books class. I HATED the class. The professor was terribly annoying. I rarely (and by rarely I mean never) read the books and tried to get by with just reading SparkNotes. I skipped the max amount of classes allowed without failing and turned in most assignments with only a few minutes to spare.
Megan always stood by the door when we entered the room. It made me nervous when I would skip the class before because she would look at me with these eyes that showed disappointed and make a comment that they missed me the class before or hopefully I was feeling better (as if I was sick and not just skipping) or that my attendance was starting to effect my grades.
Oh and Megan is hot. She is tall, probably 5’11” and was one of those naturally pretty people. You could tell she spent some time in the gym, definitely more than me. She pretty much always wore the same thing – skinny jeans, vans, and a solid color v-neck. But something about her made me nervous around her but completely intrigued.
I tried to keep playing pool with Ashely but I could not stop looking at Megan. She was with a group of 3 other people, probably also celebrating the end of the semester. I could not stop looking at her and Ashley took noticed “who on earth are you gawking at?”
“Remember me telling you about that TA?! She is here!”
“Where?!” Ashley shrieked.
“SHH!! You cannot embarrass me!”
“Okay, okay, okay – but where is she?” she whispered.
“She is at that circle table in the corner in the black shirt.”
“Oh, I see her! Sooooo are you going to talk to her or just gawk at her all night?”
“I don’t know! I need some more liquid courage if we are going to talk!”
Over the next hour, a few more of our friends showed up and Ashely and I had decided we obviously needed a tequila shot whenever someone arrived. After our fourth shot, I was feeling that liquid courage!
When Megan was walking back from the restroom I walked right up to her and blurted out “for finally finishing Great Books I think I deserve a shot and I’d love to buy you one to too, not sure how or why you TA the worst class of all time”
She gave me a look that confused me and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol I had in me or because she was genuinely confusing. It was like she was amused by my comment but also not approving of it at the same time.
“I think it would be more appropriate if we took a shot for every time you showed up on time and prepared for the class discussion – don’t you think?” She said with a little smirk on her face and a raise eyebrow.
She caught me off guard, this was not the response I expected. “Umm sure, that seems fine” I said kind of quietly, looking down and playing with my fingers. What did she mean by that? Surely, she didn’t keep track of every time I was on time and ready for class.
She put her hand on my back and we slid over to the bar. I loved the feel of her hand on my back. It sent a spark through me. I also assumed that meant we would be taking shots so I added in “I prefer tequila” once we got to the bar.
“Okay – one for every day you showed up on time and prepared” she repeated to me while we waited for the bartender to come over. When he finally arrived she said to him “two waters please” so casually, I was completely caught off guard.
“What?! I said I like tequila – who takes shots of water?!” I blurted out with a bit of sass – I loved tequila, not water.
“Well you were never on time, nor did you ever show up fully prepared.” She said grabbing the waters and holding hers up to cheers me.
Slowly grabbing my water, not exactly sure what to do I said “I don’t really think this is a fair assessment, I received over 85% for every in class discussion, I had to have been prepared to pull that off.”
Megan’s lips pulled into a little smile that made my heart skip and get this funky feeling in my belly “you received that because you’re intelligent enough to build and debate off what other people share in discussion and combine that with whatever SparkNotes said about the book”
My eyes opened wide in disbelief. I had read SparkNotes for every single book we read but like who actually reads the book! After a few seconds passed between us, I finally shot back at her “welp, at least you think I am intelligent.”
Megan began to laugh at that and the sound of her laughter filled my heart. It was so pure and genuine and put the cheesiest, biggest grin on my face. “Finish that water and then I will buy you some food and a beer, I would like to get to know that intelligent brain”
“Not a big water drinker, but I will take a Kona Big Wave”
The look she gave me made my stomach do a little flip as she said “you have taken four tequila shots since I’ve been here in the last hour. I should paddle your ass for doing that on what I am going to assume is an empty stomach. Having one glass of water will not kill you and you’re lucky I am offering to continue letting you drink after that many shots. Finish the water, then food and a Big Wave, then we can chat more.”
I instantly looked down, she was making my stomach do flips. Did she just say she should paddle my ass? I had always read books and stories around spankings and the idea did intrigue me but I had never actually been spanked. Surely she was just saying that and didn’t want to actually paddle me.
Gently lifting my chin, she said “pretzel sticks or a flat bread pizza? or both?”
I nervously met her eyes “umm both sound delicious, your assumption was correction – I haven’t had much to eat today.”
She ordered the food, a Big Wave, and some IPA for herself. When the bartender brought the beers, I went to grab the Big Wave only to have my hand gently swatted away. “Finish the water first” she said in a voice that left no room for debate, without even raising her volume level.
“Ugh, fine” I grumbled as I picked up the glass of water and chugged it down in one breathe.
“Good girl – lets go to the patio” She said as she put her hand in the small of my back and guided me outside.
Hearing ‘good girl’ from her gave me a feeling I wasn’t expecting. It was like I was excited that she was happy with me. I mean it was just a glass of water, it shouldn’t be something to be that pleased about.
We ended up talking for the next four hours. We had WAY more in common than I ever expected. We ate all of the pretzel sticks and flat bread, ordered more food and just kept chatting. Anytime I would ordered another beer she would always ask for a water refill and have me finish it before my beer – I stopped questioning it and just did it. It was a simple thing, she clearly wasn’t going to budge on it and it wasn’t that hard of a task.
Ashely came to check on me before she left; I told her I would walk home and see her back at the apartment. She whispered in my ear that she wanted all the juicy details and that maybe she wouldn’t see me until tomorrow.
We stayed talking on the patio until it was almost midnight. The conversation flowed so naturally. I was really into Megan, I didn’t expect to like her personality just as much as I liked her looks. She had stopped drinking hours ago and offered me a ride. We exchanged numbers and I got a peck on the cheek before she dropped me at my apartment that night.
I had debated going back home for the summer or staying around campus and meeting Megan made me very happy with my decision to stay around campus.
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Alexa & Kate (10) – Driving with your knees?!
I was running errands and was headed to Old navy. The LGC (LifeGuardCrew) text was blowing up because some lady found out her son skipped school and found him at the pool. She made a big scene and they were texting a play by play. I was replying to their texts while using my knees to steer, something I was pretty good at.
Amanda’s name popped up with a text ‘Put your phone down and get home now!’
I looked around and she was driving right next to me! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I threw my phone into the passengers seat and grabbed the wheel with both hands. I could feel her stare without looking over again. Then she moved lanes and was directly behind me.
The house was in the other direction so I pulled into a parking lot to turn around. She followed me the entire way home. I was dead.
When I parked at home she was right on my tail. She grabbed my keys “you won’t be needing these anymore” with a hard swat from her paddle like hands she sternly said “get to your room now.”
I ran up the stairs to avoid any extra swats from her and straight into my room. I texted Morgan real fast ‘Amanda just caught me texting and driving. I. Am. Dead. I’ll call or text you when I can 😘’
I could hear Amanda on the phone downstairs. It had to of been with Alexa – “I would like to take care of it if you’re both okay with that since I am the one who took care of her ticket the last time this happened” then a long pause, letting Alexa talk I’d assume “I think that’s a good idea, when you get home from work you can do that”
Ahhh shit. This is not good.
I decided to go ahead and send Alexa a text too – ‘I’m sorry 😖’
I mean not much else to say, I got to the point. I was kind of shocked I got a reply while I could still hear her on the phone with Amanda ‘Phone on my dresser now. You can grab the hairbrush while in there’
My stomach started doing somersaults. I quickly replied ‘yes ma’am’ and scurried to her room, left my phone, grabbed the terrible hairbrush, and ran back.
I put the hairbrush on my desk when I got back and then I just sat on the bed. Fearing and dreading what was to come. Amanda let me sit for a good 20 minutes before she came up there. I had some silent tears already coming down but I hadn’t moved from sitting in the edge of my bed, knowing when someone came up they likely be sitting at my desk chair. I knew I was in big trouble – this was a conversation we had already had and having to revisit was never good. When she entered I immediately started saying “I’m really sorry, that was dumb. I promise I won’t ever do it again”
Putting her hand up to stop me she said
“Kate. I’ve heard that all from you before about this exact same situation. Literally less than three months ago. You swore up and down you wouldn’t text and drive. And then to my surprise you looked very comfortable doing it today” she said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. She hadn’t raised her voice but damn was she scary.
“I cannot even begin to explain how disappointed in you I am.”
Hanging my head with tears streaming down “I’m sorry…” that word disappointed hit me like a thousand bricks.
Holding my chin up she said “last time you were caught doing this I gave you the option of me taking care of it or you telling Alexa. You promised both of us this wouldn’t happen again; me specifically that you wouldn’t put your life in danger like that again. Either I can take care of this matter right now or if you’re more comfortable you can wait for Alexa to get home. The choice is yours.”
I thought of how much her hand felt like a paddle. I couldn’t imagine how bad her with a hairbrush would hurt. And then I thought about how she really was just as much a part of my life these days as much as Alexa was – her dropping off my sunscreen and hat at the pool on days I’d forget it or playing heads up with the crew. She looked so disappointed. She helped me out last time with the ticket and didn’t hold it over my head. Just took care of business and that was that. It was going to hurt like hell. But I also knew Alexa would also light my ass on fire just as much. She had released my chin and sat in my desk chair while I thought this over. She is the one I had promised to not put my safety at risk again. Ugh. Couldn’t she just spank me and not make me say she can be the one to do it.
Trying to give myself a pep talk – you can do this Kate. It’s going to hurt but you won’t die. She cares about you. You got this.
I slowly raised my head to meet her gaze. Her face was firm but I could tell she’d accept either answer. I quietly said with tears falling down my face “I broke my promise to you… after you helped me last time… you can do it…” and then I dropped my head again.
“Okay. Come here.”
I slowly slid off the bed and walked the couple steps to her. I know I had just agreed to her spanking me but it didn’t mean accepting a spanking was any easier.
She spread her legs apart so she could pull me to stand directly in front of her. “Look at me” she said sternly and I slowly made eye contact “I’m really disappointed. We’ve had this conversation before and there cannot possibly any text worth sending that is worth more than your life. Do you understand how dangerous that is? You didn’t even have a single hand on the wheel – just your knees?! What were you thinking?!” it was like she started to replay looking over and seeing me earlier.
“I wasn’t” I said softly
“That is very clear. From now on I expect your phone to be on do not disturb and out of sight – away in your purse or center console. Completely out of sight. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am”
With that she swiftly pulled me over her knee. I knew from last time she started on the bare but accepting that was hard. I tried to reach my hand back and block her pulling my shorts and undies down only to receive 4 hard smacks onto the back of my exposed thighs. I quickly swung my hand forward getting the message without her saying any words.
And with that my bottom was completely exposed and my thighs already burned. She started slow, getting into a rhythm covering every single area. She’d go right middle, lower, sit spot, thigh, and then left thigh, sit spot, lower, middle and around around she went. Getting me toasty.
“I am so disappointed we’re having this conversation again” she said punctuating each word with a swat and really emphasizing again with harder swats.
I was already crying before she started because I felt guilty but it did not take long for tears of pain to come out.
“Ahhhhh I’m sorrrrrrry” I called out but she just kept going and going.
“Pleeeeeeease no ooooooh moooahhhre”
“I’m just getting you warmed up” she responded to that and then started bringing down the swats even harder. I couldn’t resist anymore and reached back to block the swats. It didn’t work, shocking. She just grabbed my hand and held it in my lower back while bringing a flurry of more swats to my thighs.
“Immm AHHHHHHH sohhhhrrrrrrrrrrrry” I managed through my tears while wiggling all over and kicking my legs.
She finally stopped.
“Please please no more. I won’t ever do it again” I choked out between tears.
Then I felt the cool of the back of the brush on my butt. Oh no.
“Immmmmmmm sorrry!!!!! I won’t ever use my phone in a car again!”
“You are correct you won’t ever be using your phone while driving again. We’re going to make sure that lesson is remembered for a long time to come.” And with that she adjusted me to being over just one of her legs while the other trapped my legs down.
Before I knew it the brush was raining down on my bottom. It. Was. Terrible. Her hand was in-fact not as bad as a paddle.
All I could do was cry. I didn’t have anything else to say or the ability to say anything else either. I tried kicking and wiggling away from the sting of the brush but she held me firmly in place.
I eventually couldn’t fight and just gave in. That’s when she stopped.
I didn’t even realize it at first but she was rubbing my back. After a few minutes I regained normal breathe with just a few tears slipping down.
She went to pull my underwear and shorts up and I said “pleeease no” stopping her before they covered my bottom – not having a care in the world about modestly. She tugged them off my feet and I was thankful beyond belief. I couldn’t imagine having to feel that on my butt right now, it was on fire.
Eventually she pulled me up and I started to stand in front of her. Once I stood up though I fell right into her, wrapping my arms around her and out came more tears. She instantly wrapped me in a hug and squeezed me tight.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me” I wailed.
She rubbed my back and held me close sweetly saying “you’re forgiven. I love you. But please let’s never revisit this again”
“I promise we won’t have to” I sobbed out.
I stayed in her arms crying for awhile and then regained myself, again – for the 18th time.
She pulled me back and said “when you get your car back where does your phone go?”
“Do not disturb and away, completely out of reach.”
“Good” and with that she stood up and helped me to bed. Laying on my stomach of course.
She rubbed my back while calmly saying how she loves me and couldn’t stand if anything happened. As I started fading into sleepiness she said “listen, between me and you this is handled and forgiven. You still broke a promise to Alexa too”
I instantly woke up, lifting up on my elbows “no, no, no I cannot handle anymore! I’m beyond sorry” and I started crying again. I could not imagine another spanking.
“Sweets – you’re not up for another spanking. I told her I’d handle that part completely” she said rubbing my back more.
“Oh thank god” I said plopping back into the bed, relaxing into the mattress again.
“You’re done with spankings for the day but you still have reconciling to do with her – I expect you show her during that you’ve learned your lesson”
“I have!”
“Then there won’t be any issues”
With that she went back to rubbing my back and I eventually fell asleep.
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I was awaken by Alexa. She was calm, I’d give her that. But her eyes told she wasn’t pleased.
“You okay kiddo?” she asked – as if Amanda would’ve done something she wouldn’t have.
“Yes ma’am. Except I really messed up and owe you a big apology. I broke my promise. And although I can’t take that back” I started as tears quietly streamed down my face “I want you to know my phone will always be on do not disturb and tucked away. Always.”
“I hope that is a promise you don’t break and we don’t revisit.” She said flatly, she wasn’t being mean or especially harsh but I was clearly I wasn’t in good graces with her yet. I wish I was out of trouble with both of them. My butt was still hottt and sore.
“Dinner will be ready in 5. I expect you down there then & bring your laptop”
“Yes ma’am.”
I didn’t need to debate anything ever. I slipped on some loose sweatpants without underwear and made my way downstairs. Once I got there I realized I left my laptop and ran up to get it. The fabric on my butt and movement of my legs definitely uncomfortable.
Dinner was fine. I stayed pretty quiet and they talked about some friends of theirs. I ate pretty quickly, ready to get off that wooden chair. Once I finished, I got up and started to clean up the kitchen and do some dishes. Anything better than sitting in that chair, it hurt my butt so bad.
Once I had loaded everything into the dish washer Alexa told me to take a seat.
I slowly lowered myself back into that wooden chair. “I cannot believe we’re having to have this conversation again. You know better than to text and drive.” She was staring me down so hard. I had to drop my head, not that she’d let me. She tapped my chin up with her finger and I lifted. “We want to make it very clear to you that if this is a conversation we have to have again you will be getting the belt on top of what Amanda dished out today” my eyes got wide, that sounds absolutely terrible. And then she added in “every week for a month. Do you understand me?”
Oh my god. Never ever again.
“Yes ma’am” I choked out.
“There is nothing more valuable than your life that you are texting. Now – I need your work and school schedule. As those are the only places you will be going until told otherwise. When your off shift at the pool you come straight home, we’re not hanging out there after with friends.”
Ugh. I knew it was coming but didn’t make it easier to accept. “Yes ma’am… umm my work schedule is on my phone”
“You can go get it”
“Yes ma’am” and I scurried up the stairs. The hairbrush was back to sitting next to it and the sight of it made me wince.
After going over when I worked and had class we had a clear expectations of when I was supposed to be home. Aka any time I wasn’t in one of those places + the time I’d take to walk if they weren’t driving me.
“When you get home your phone goes directly to my dresser.”
“Yes ma’am” saw that one coming too, I was hoping I’d maybe get it until dinner or something.
“Now – your computer is school only. I don’t want Facebook, Twitter, Netflix, tiktok – whatever you do on it. Just school.”
“Yes ma’am” — those were the only words I was really saying tonight. I wanted out of this wood chair and off my very sore behind.
“Tonight you will research Carlee Bollig. I want three pages on her and the dangers of texting and driving. Single spaced. And I’ve seen your writing, I want it good.”
“Who is that?”
“You’ll find out. When you’re done you can get out of that chair”
Research and three pages in this chair?! This was going to be so uncomfortable. She had to know this chair hurt. But I was in no position to try and negotiate anything here.
“Yes ma’am….” I said softly not hiding my disappointment about having to stay in this hard, wooden chair.
“Get to it” she said while they stood up and made their way to the living room to sit in the much softer couch.
I Googled the name first and then learned she killed a father and 10 year old daughter while texting and driving. It was sad. Just reading about it made me emotional. It took a few hours but I got to a little over three pages. Lots of wiggling and trying to adjust but there was no way to make that chair not hurt my butt. I edited and redid some sentences – making sure it was good. I didn’t need them thinking I wasn’t taking this seriously.
They were still cuddled up on the couch when I was finally finished.
“Umm I’m finished” I said during a commercial.
“Bring it on over” Alexa said, her voice had finally changed to being actually calm and not like she didn’t want to kill me. I brought my computer over and they read it together. Me standing there nervously, hope it was what they wanted to see and that it was good enough.
Amanda spoke up first “this is well written Kate. I hope you understood the point” she said lifting her eyebrows.
“Yes ma’am, I did. I can’t imagine the pain both families went through. One lady lost her husband and daughter and another family lost their daughter to jail over texting”
Alexa said “I don’t want to lose you, either way”
“You won’t, I got it. Do not disturb and away, I promise.”
“Good girl” closing my laptop, Alexa said “you headed to bed or want to watch something with us?”
“I’ll watch something with y’all as long as you don’t make me sit on a wooden chair to watch it” I said ready for the mood to get lighter.
Chuckling Alexa said “had to make sure you were focused and drive my point home”
“It hurt!” I said pushing my way between the two of them but sitting on my side/hip. I wanted cuddles after this day.
“It was supposed to – Amanda did her job”
“She’s through” I said and Amanda laughed out loud “can we watch Pitch Perfect 3? Netflix just got it”
“Okay sweets” Alexa said putting it on.
In that moment I knew how loved I was even when I did stupid things. I also realized they loved me enough to care that I did stupid things.
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In the morning although still sore from the events the day before I thought I’d see just how grounded I was. They were eating breakfast and looked like they were about to go for a run. I sat down to join them, still sitting slowly onto that wooden kitchen table chair.
“Sooo I know I’m grounded but I was wondering if I could see go to Morgan’s game today…” they looked at each other “I’ll walk there or have Cassie pick me up if she doesn’t mind and come right back when it’s over” I added in quickly. They did their talking together with only their eyes thing.
“What time is it at?” Alexa asked
“3pm at the field by the library”
“You can go but we’re going too, so we will drive you”
“Okay!!” I didn’t care if they came, I just wanted to see Morgan and I had told her I’d be there but I’m sure after my text yesterday she didn’t think I’d be there.
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After the game we lingered for a little bit while the coach talked to everyone.
Cassie came over and said “hey! Good to see you guys! Want to grab something to eat once Morgan is done?”
I looked at Alexa and Amanda with a pretty please face that in no way worked for me.
“Sorry this wild child” looking at me “needs to get back home, she really shouldn’t even be here” Alexa said.
I let out a small defeated sigh, I was thankful I got to come to the game at least.
“Ah, what did you get into this time Kate?” Cassie asked giving me a look.
“Texting and driving…” I said softy
“You mean texting and driving again” Amanda added, emphasizing the again
“Yikes – I’m surprised you’re sitting on those bleachers right now” Cassie said
“Yeahhhh not the most comfortable but at least they’re cold” I said, trying to make light of the fact it still hurt when I sit down and the were all openly talking about it.
“What about dinner and games tomorrow night?” Alexa asked Cassie
I perked up a lot at that! That meant I could see Morgan.
“I’ll check with Morgan but it works for me”
About that time Morgan can running over and wrapped me in a hug almost knocking me over “Ohhhh my goddd I thought there would be no way you’d make it!”
Then she unwrapped me from a hug and wrapped Alexa and Amanda in one big one “thanks for coming and for letting her come too” she said squeezing them tight.
We talked about the game for a few minutes and then Alexa made the time to go face and we all said goodbye until tomorrow night. Morgan squeezed me extra tight and I didn’t want to let go. Alexa and Amanda had already started walking to the car and had both yelled once “let’s go” to me but I just kept holding Morgan. Eventually Alexa yelled “ONE!” and that’s when I released and ran over to the car. Morgan saying “go, go, go”
“Sorrrrrry! I just missed her and love her so much even when she’s sweaty”
“I get it but you still need to listen” landing two light swats on me causing me to jump and say “ahhhh, meannnn” playfully of course.
That is one thing I did appreciate and had learned to navigate with Alexa and Amanda. I typically knew when we could be silly/tease/playful and when they expected seriousness and yes ma’am’s. I loved being silly with them, it was part of all of our personalities. They just happen to also have a very serious side when I’m in not doing what they think I should be.
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Alexa & Kate – (9) Messy Room
Summer was going so well! I was really glad I decided to stay. Especially because things were going so well with Morgan! Alexa and Amanda really hadn’t been on my case – not too much to be on me about during summer. Working at the pool was fun and I enjoyed hanging out with the other lifeguards.
During my first week working I got fried! I was so sunburnt! We would put aloe Vera lotion on me and it would instantly dry. Alexa told me if I got burnt like that again she’d make my butt match my burn. I couldn’t think of a worse feeling – sunburn and spanking.
Amanda and I started getting closer too as the summer went on, really after the ticket incident we got closer. I knew she was rooting for me in life, just like Alexa. Amanda even brought my hat and sunscreen to the pool a few times after I left them at home on accident.
Most days consisted of hanging/working at the pool and then normally one of the other lifeguards would have people over. We’d play guitar hero, have a fire outback, or play frisbee or soccer in a field. Morgan would come after training and hangout all day too – she could’ve been getting paid for being there I feel like! Some nights we’d join the other lifeguards but sometimes we’d head to Alexa’s and hangout with them or go to Morgan’s when we wanted alone time.
The first month of summer we did really well. Neither of us had gotten in any trouble with Alexa or Cassie since the finals party incident. Alexa even bumped my curfew to 1am, Morgan’s was changed to one on days she didn’t have to train the next morning. Summer was the best.
After staying at Morgan’s one night I got a text in the morning from Alexa ‘Your room is unacceptable. I want it cleaned today.”
Before really thinking through my reply I sent “why were you in there?”
Stupid, stupid me. It was her house and she said from the beginning I was to keep my room clean… why oh why did I sent that. And I knew pretty much right away it was a mistake. Before she could even reply I sent another text “yes ma’am***” hopeful that the asterisks would save me as if my original text was a typeo.
A few minutes later my phone went off “Today. And check that attitude before you get home”
“Sorry, yes ma’am”
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Then off to the pool I went. It was a typical day at work. All of us lifeguards were about the same age and had become a little gang – it was fun. Once we closed the pool we decided we would all head over to Evans house. He had the best backyard a fire and outdoor games. I didn’t even think about my room since this morning.
I got home about 12:30 – before curfew. I tiptoed upstairs to my room, as quiet as can be not waiting to wake Amanda or Alexa. But it apparently didn’t matter how quiet I was Alexa was sitting in my room. Shit.
Trying to play it cool, I said “heyyyy – hope I didn’t wake you…. Going to clean up now.”
“Get over here” she said sternly while sitting in my desk chair.
I walked toward her but tried to stay out of her reach. Her at my desk chair was never a good sign. It didn’t work though, she reached forward and grabbed my belt loop planting me right in front of her.
“What did I say needed to be done yesterday now that it’s past midnight?”
“To clean my room and I promise I’m going to do it right now.” I said in a pleading voice.
“First you’re going to get a spanking. Then you’re going to go to bed. Then I’ll wake you up when I get up for work to clean up this mess. Understood?”
Ugh. I really didn’t want a spanking over a messy room.
“Come on Alexa, I just need to pick up a bit. You don’t need to spank me” I said trying to get out of it, although I had a feeling it wouldn’t work.
Grabbing my chin to make full, direct eye contact she said “when I tell you to do something I mean it, you don’t ignore it or put it off until a later time that’s more convenient for you.” And with that she pulled me over her lap.
She immediately went to take down my shorts and swimsuit, I couldn’t resist and reached back grabbing my swimsuit bottoms “pleaseeee noooo Alexa” I whined.
“Little girl it is late and my patience is gone. I don’t currently have my hairbrush or belt but that doesn’t mean we can’t go get them. I suggest you start cooperating”
She had a point, at least it was just her hand. With that I released my hand from my swimsuit and relaxed over her lap.
My relax was very short lived. Before I knew it she was going full force on my bottom. No warm up at alllllll
“Aoooohhhhhhh” I was making sounds almost immediately “illllll ahhhh cleannnnn”
She just kept going and going and going. Didn’t her hand hurt by now?! She wasn’t slowing pace or how hard she was smacking.
“When I tell you to do something you will do it” she said punctuating each word with a swat to my sit spot or upper thigh
“Yesssssss ahhhh ma’aaaaaaaaam” I cried
“And I don’t want any more attitude texts from you. This is my house and I’ll go in whatever room I want” she finished that statement by going to town on my sit spots. I could barely respond “ahhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhsssss maa’-ahhhhhh—am”
She finally stopped. Although it was just her hand my butt was hot hot hot and I was in tears. She pulled my swimsuit and shorts up and I immediately winced. Then she pulled me up to her lap.
“I hope we don’t have to revisit this conversation again”
“No ma’am, we won’t. I got it”
“Good – we both need to go to bed because we’re getting up early” she said guiding me to bed. I immediately took off my shorts and swimsuit, no way was I sleeping in that with my butt this hot! She pulled just the bottom sheet over me and gave me a kiss on the head. “Goodnight kiddo”
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In the morning she woke me up literally at 5:30. I was exhausted. After getting home at 12:30 + a spanking it was 1 am when I finally went to sleep. She said “wake up! Time to clean” I rolled over to curl back into my sheet only to get a wake up swat of “get up! I want to see this room clean”
“Ahhh! Not nice!” I said grabbing my butt. I got out of bed and washed my face hoping it would wake me up some. Then got to work picking up my room. I started a load of laundry and had probably two more to do, it had been some time since I cleaned in here. Within the hour my room was looking much better.
Alexa came in before she left for work “looking better. Curfew is 9 this week.”
“Come on, at least 11. Please”
“Nevermind, It’s 8 this week.” Raising her eyebrows she added “Do you want to keep going?”
“No ma’am, no ma’am! 9 is fine” hoping I could at least keep the later time
“8. Don’t be late”
Ugh. “Yes ma’am”
I’ve got to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes!
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The first few nights of 8 curfew I just came home after work and hungout with Alexa and Amanda. But after a few days I missed hanging out with my crew. While at work I sent Alexa a text ‘I know my curfew is 8 but could the crew come over to the house tonight and they stay later than 8?”
Eek! Fingers crossed she says yes!
‘Yeah that’s good with me. How many people are in this crew of yours?’
‘It’ll probably be like 7-10 people. I haven’t asked anyone yet, wanted to run it by you first’
‘Okay, well yes that is fine with me’
‘Thank you, thank you!’
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To my surprise Alexa went and bought us a bunch of food. She grilled burgers and jalapeño poppers. Her and Amanda even played Heads-Up with us.
At one point Karly said “your aunt is so cool”
I said “yeah until she mad” Morgan and I both laughed at that.
Everyone hungout until around 11 then Morgan had to go and the group slowly trickled out. Amanda and Alexa had already gone to bed.
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In the morning Alexa told me she was a fan of my new crew – she found them much better than my crew from home (insert dramatic eye roll from me)
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Alexa & Kate – (8) Texting & Driving
When Morgan came over that night I tried to pay close attention to her sitting. I know I was sitting down slowly. Alexa really wanted me to feel this focusing on right where my butt hit the chair.
While Alexa and Amanda got dinner ready we laid in my bed cuddled up together. I just had to know so I went for a butt squeeze and Morgan said “ayyy gentle”
“Oh my god! She does!”
“What??” Morgan said confused
“I got it from Alexa this afternoon and I had said I hope Cassie went easy on you and then Alexa implied you also probably weren’t sitting comfy because Cassie and Amanda go way back. And I don’t know what the Cassie and Amanda part means but I do the other.” And with that I pulled down my pants to show her my still very red sit spots
“Oh my god!” Morgan just covered her face. She couldn’t believe. “You too?” She said
“Yeahhh part of Alexa’s house rules consequences”
“Part of me staying on the soccer team means I train with Cassie which means I follow Cassie’s rules”
And with that we giggled finding this oddest common ground ever. I’d be so uncomfortable telling anyone else about this, but not Morgan. She made life comfortable – well except when we’re in trouble together.
“Dang Alexa really let you have it” she said
“Yeahhhh she was nottt happy with me but I mean I guess I did kind of deserve it, I did break her basic ground rules. Was Cassie tough?”
“It wasn’t that bad. I think I got off easy because I used to smoke all the time, I can’t even tell you the number of times she’s spanked me for it. So for her to hear I turned it down I think she was happy. She did do what I hate though, it’s not a hard spanking at all but makes me go for a run after and the act of running right after a spanking makes your butt just keep heating up in your shorts.”
“Ouch – I’m sorry. It’s my fault”
“Meh – you’re fine! The party was fun and it was worth it. But I’m really going to miss you this summer.” She said sounding sad
“Yeah, I can’t really imagine being apart that long. Alexa talked to me about it this afternoon actually. She doesn’t think I should go home she actually said she doesn’t really trust me to have all that free time and no structure and not find trouble…”
“Haha, that’s kind of valid”
“Yeahhhh she did have a point. But she also said if I stayed, which she thinks I should, I have to get a job which doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun”
“I mean you could get a fun job like a nanny or a lifeguard! That would be fun, just tan all day”
—
After contemplating what to do this summer and talking to my mom I finally decided I’d go home for a week but then I’d come back. I had already secured a job as a lifeguard at the pool down the street and I’d get to spend the summer with Morgan when I wasn’t working and she wasn’t training!
—
Week home with mom
I had FINALLY finished my community service hours. We had a nice little celebratory dinner and I joked we should pop some champagne to really celebrate. Alexa and Amanda did not laugh nearly as hard as me and Morgan but I did get a little chuckle, no champagne though.
I was headed home the next morning to spend a week with mom and see some old friends. Morgan and I had a good last night together snuggled up and waking up next to her was also great.
Morgan left in the morning and Alexa came in while I was packing and sat on my bed. I knew this was coming, there was no way she’d let me leave without a lecture.
I thought I’d save her the breath, feeling a little sassy.
I held her chin and said “now listen, you are not to go make any stupid decisions while you’re home. I don’t want to hear about you drinking or smoking or I’ll come over there and bust your butt” I said trying to sound like her
She laughed and said “yep, pretty much that. Nothing illegal. And since you know the expectations so well I hope we don’t have to revisit why a decision went against them” she said with a wink
“I know, I know. I’ll be goooood”
“Okay sweets, I’m going to miss you” she said pulling me in for a hug.
—-
The first few nights home I really did just hangout with mom. She was working still so during the day I was LAZY and would sit around watching Netflix. At night I’d cook her dinner and then we’d do a puzzle or play a game.
I’d find out later that mom texted Alexa and said “who is this girl you sent me back? She’s been so polite and helpful and actually spending time with me, not just out with friends”
I guess I had changed a lot in that semester.
One of my friends was having a bond fire I went to see everyone. I texted Morgan still the whole time there which for some reason made not drinking with everyone easier, I knew I wanted to hangout with her nonstop once I got back with no restrictions and if I didn’t keep it chill here Alexa would not let that happen. I didn’t have a curfew or anything at moms and had a laugh when at 11:45 pm Alexa texted me. Normally, it would be a text about me being close to curfew but tonight it was just a selfie of her and Amanda saying they missed me. I think it was also a hint at ‘whatcha up to’ kinda thing, not just a we miss you.
I sent a selfie back holding my can covered by a koozie so they couldn’t tell what I was drinking with the bond fire in the background immediately followed up by a video removing the koozie showing my can of Diet Coke – sticking my tongue out and saying I missed them too.
They sent back a picture with ‘the look’ you know the one they give you when you’re in trouble
I responded: it was a jokeeeee – only Diet Coke! I miss you but not enough to make you drive here 😉
Alexa: good girl (kiss emoji)
—
After a week I was still in good graces with everyone and was packed and headed back. I texted Alexa and Amanda letting them know I was headed back and would see them in a few hours. They responded with the typical drive safe.
On the way back I texted Morgan, is trying to plan then night and just saying back in forth how we missed each other and can’t wait to see each other.
The speed limit was 70 and I had cruise control on at 76. I always heard if you’re not more than 10% over they won’t pull you over.
Apparently that is false.
When the cop turned on his lights my heart dropped to a pit in my stomach.
I had all the information with me he asked for and I used my most respectful voice with yes sir and no sirs. He ended up not giving me a ticket for speeding but did give me one for texting and driving.
Shit. This is not going to go over well.
Before I pulled away I texted Morgan ‘I got pulled over!! He was nice and didn’t give me a ticket for speeding but I did get one for being on my phone while driving. Alexa is going to be pissed. I’ll text when I’m back’
I only had an hour or so to go. Morgan called me at one point – thankful my car had Bluetooth so it was hands free. We brainstormed how to best go about this. Although, you’d think after the high at a party incident we would know our brainstorming on getting out of trouble wasn’t great. We decided I’d ask Amanda for help. I’d tell her I’m an adult and want to handle it myself but since she’s a lawyer maybe she could give me some advice.
—
So for two days I hid that ticket and waited until I was able to get Amanda alone. Finally, Alexa went to the gym and Amanda stayed at the house working at the kitchen table. Within minutes of her leaving I grabbed the ticket and sat at the table with Amanda, hiding it in my lap.
“Can I get your advice on something?”
“Of course, what’s up?” She said shutting her laptop, giving me her full attention.
I slid the ticket over and said “is there anyway to like get out of something like this…”
She read the ticket and shock me a look. “Well were you texting and driving?”
“Ummm” I wasn’t really wanting to answer that
“I’ll take that as a yes. Well the fine is $250. So paying that is how you get out of it.” She said not seeming pissed but definitely not pleased.
“What if I don’t have that? I don’t start work for another 3 days and won’t be paid for awhile…”
“I’ll spot you but it comes at a price.”
“I’ll pay double interest or whatever!”
“You can accept my offer for me to spot you with a price or you ask Alexa”
“Alexa will kill me. I accept!”
Putting the ticket in her bag she said “I’ll take care of it but that first paycheck is mine”
“Yes ma’am”
Then she made her way to the couch and gesturing for me to follow. Without even realizing what was happening I was over her lap.
“Woah, I thought interest was the price!”
“Either my price or you ask Alexa”
It didn’t take me long to decide “your price” there is no way she’d spank me as hard as Alexa would. I didn’t even know if she had ever spanked anyone. But I should’ve realized with how naturally she pulled me across her lap.
To my surprise, my bottom was instantly bare. I reach back trying to cover myself but my hand was just grabbed and put into the small of my back.
“I only spank on the bare” she said matter of factly.
Yikes, maybe she has done this…
And then she began. She didn’t have like a hairbrush or anything around so I was confident I could handle a hand spanking from her. I was also determined to be tough and not cry. I didn’t need Amanda thinking I was a baby.
All of that was shot down. Her hand was equivalent to the hairbrush! After a few minutes of it I could not keep it in anymore and was openly crying.
My butt was on fire!!! She kept going for another couple minutes and then finally stopped.
“Texting and driving is so dangerous!” Followed by several hard swats to my sit spots and tops of my tights. “You are never to do that again. Do you understand me?”
“Yesssss mmmmaaaaa’ammmmm” I said still crying.
And with that my underwear and shorts were back up, causing more burning, and I was wrapped in a hug.
“Shhh, shhh you’re okay. Just please don’t ever put your life in danger like that again. I care way too much about you and so does Alexa and your mom and Morgan.”
“Yesss ma’am” I said, my crying slowing down to just some sniffles. Leaning back to look at Amanda I asked “are you going to tell Alexa about the ticket ?”
“No sweet pea, you are”
Letting out a defeated breath I said “yes ma’am”
“But you can tell her you took care of it, you’ll never do it again, and that it’s all been handled”
“I hope she believes that because I could not take another spanking right now after that one”
And that’s the day I learned a spanking from Amanda would be in fact worse than one from Alexa.
—
Not looking forward to the conversation with Alexa I avoided being home the rest of the day. But it was a Tuesday which meant Taco Tuesday dinner at home and she would definitely ask questions if I was missing.
I told Morgan I was going to tell her tonight and didn’t think she should be there for it. You know – incase it went south, I didn’t need her witnessing me getting my ass chewed out or beat.
We sat down like normal and had the regular small talk. And then Amanda nodded at me with a face, clearly saying it’s time.
“I do need to tell you something Alexa… and I don’t want you to be mad. I’ve taken care of ALL the consequences already”
She gave me a questioning face “mhm… go on”
“When I was driving back from moms I got pulled over and got a ticket. But it’s already been paid for and taken care of.”
Alexa being oddly calm about it “I see and what did you get pulled over for?”
I put my head down, I didn’t want to see her reaction.
“Head up” Amanda said. And I lifted it immediately, I didn’t need anyone grabbing it. I’d already faced my consequence and was trying to show I could handle things on my own.
“Texting and driving” I said looking right at Alexa “but I’ve handled it and learned my lesson and I promise it will never ever ever happen again”
Alexa just nodded her head a bit “that’s an expensive ticket for someone who hasn’t gotten a paycheck yet. Is your mom paying for that?”
“No, ma’am. I took care of it.”
Alexa looked at Amanda and they did their no word, only eye talking.
Then Alexa said “well you might have handled it, but under my roof your keys are still mine for two weeks.” She said in a do not debate me voice but like…
“I start work tomorrow though”
“It’s half a mile. And if it’s something you want to debate while currently sitting in a wood chair then I don’t think it’s been handled fully.”
“No, no, no ma’am. It’s handled, trust me.” I said squirming a bit in my chair “I’ll walk, no biggie”
“Mmmhmmm”
Thankful she dropped it because my butt was still sore from Amanda’s paddle like hand!
She did throw in two hard, stinging swats while we cleaned up for dinner saying “that’s for waiting two days to tell me”
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