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sorry. I really am."
I was pleased that her apology was genuine and
not an attempt to lessen her punishment. I rubbed
her back for a little while to let her know that I
loved her and cared for her, in case she didn't get
that message from the punishment I was about to
give her.
"This isn't going to be like our normal
spankings."
She answered quietly. "I understand."
I picked up the cane. "Bend over, then."
I put a hand on her back to help her stay in
place. I planned on giving her six across the butt,
hard enough to welt good and serve as a reminder
over the next couple days. I didn't want to torture
her, though, so I planned on making it mercifully
quick.
I held her down, and striped her with six hard
ones real fast. Best get the worst over with. She
gulped at air on a squeak at the first one, and when
the last one cut her, she was still holding her
breath.
"Does that make my point?" I asked.
She nodded. The pain must have suddenly
occurred to her, because she started dancing with
her feet and ouching. She was good, though. She
didn't move out of position. Pride swelled within my
heart. If you can say anything about Mandy, you
can say that she's got courage and strength.
I picked up my belt and palmed the buckle. I
wrapped a good portion of the length around my
hand. "Next time you think of running after a
target when I've forbidden it, you remember what
this belt feels like on your legs."
I stood at her side, pulled her waist to nestle at
my hip, and whipped the belt down towards her
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legs. I licked at her legs with the belt until I'd
covered most of her pretty skin.
Then I sat down while she danced, more from
exhaustion than anything else. It was hard work,
punishing the love of my life. My resolve faltered
when I saw tears dripping down her face.
And then I reminded myself of the danger she'd
put herself in.
"Come on over my lap, now."
She bounced her head with dejection. "Aww,
man, I hate that!"
I was relieved to hear her spunk. I patted my
lap and she came to me. Believe it or not, Mandy
hates hand spankings more than anything. She is
also reassured by them more than any other
spanking. Evidently, my hand is more personal to
her, more of an intimate reproach than any lecture I
can give her.
Her little skirt had slid back down, so I pushed it
back up. Her legs had a few little red welts, but not
many. Her butt was a different story. The six cuts
of the cane were clearly marked valleys, with lines
on either side.
"Don't you ever disobey me like that again." I
raised my hand and smacked her butt. "Don't you
ever go running into an unknown situation without
backup."
I spanked her until she relaxed and gave in to
the pain. And then I kept at spanking her until I
felt tears falling on my feet and soft, moist hands
grabbing my ankle for comfort. I spanked her a few
more times for good measure, and then stood her
up on her feet.
She cried.
I resisted the urge to take her into my arms just
yet. "Put your hands down," I said when she
covered her face. She busied her hands fiddling
with her skirt, and her gaze darted from beyond my
shoulder then down to the floor. Back and forth.
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Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath
between sobs. "I'm sorry, Richard."
I held out my arms. "Come here, Mandy." I
tugged off her skirt while she cried, and then
wrapped her in the big, fluffy robe I'd bought her
for Christmas. I pulled her up on my lap and rocked
her.
I'll be damned if a tear or two didn't run across
my own cheek.
"Don't ever scare me like that. When you're
ready and trained for the risks of the job, I swear to
God that I'll let you fly with your own wings. But
until then, I'm in charge of our work, and you need
to listen to me. I have twenty years of experience,
and you've been here for three."
She wouldn't look up at me, so I petted her hair.
"You've got spunk and talent and guts. Add a little
experience and training, and you'll put me out of
business," I teased.
She giggled, and I felt a wave of relief rush
through me. "You okay, Mandy?" I asked softly.
"Of course," she said. "We okay?"
I was taken aback. "Of course we're okay.
That's not what this was about."
"I know, but & " She peered up at me. "Do you
forgive me?"
"Honey," I said, "that's a given." I reached
under the robe and rubbed her bottom. She winced
as my hands massaged the soft and swollen flesh. I
kept rubbing; I liked the feel of the soft welts.
We rocked for a little while longer before I
added, "But I'll do it again. You understand?"
She nodded. "That hurt like hell," she said.
"Watch your mouth."
She sucked in a breath, looked up at me, and
then laughed when she realized I was teasing her.
And when I saw her twinkling eyes, I gave her a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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sorry. I really am."
I was pleased that her apology was genuine and
not an attempt to lessen her punishment. I rubbed
her back for a little while to let her know that I
loved her and cared for her, in case she didn't get
that message from the punishment I was about to
give her.
"This isn't going to be like our normal
spankings."
She answered quietly. "I understand."
I picked up the cane. "Bend over, then."
I put a hand on her back to help her stay in
place. I planned on giving her six across the butt,
hard enough to welt good and serve as a reminder
over the next couple days. I didn't want to torture
her, though, so I planned on making it mercifully
quick.
I held her down, and striped her with six hard
ones real fast. Best get the worst over with. She
gulped at air on a squeak at the first one, and when
the last one cut her, she was still holding her
breath.
"Does that make my point?" I asked.
She nodded. The pain must have suddenly
occurred to her, because she started dancing with
her feet and ouching. She was good, though. She
didn't move out of position. Pride swelled within my
heart. If you can say anything about Mandy, you
can say that she's got courage and strength.
I picked up my belt and palmed the buckle. I
wrapped a good portion of the length around my
hand. "Next time you think of running after a
target when I've forbidden it, you remember what
this belt feels like on your legs."
I stood at her side, pulled her waist to nestle at
my hip, and whipped the belt down towards her
146
legs. I licked at her legs with the belt until I'd
covered most of her pretty skin.
Then I sat down while she danced, more from
exhaustion than anything else. It was hard work,
punishing the love of my life. My resolve faltered
when I saw tears dripping down her face.
And then I reminded myself of the danger she'd
put herself in.
"Come on over my lap, now."
She bounced her head with dejection. "Aww,
man, I hate that!"
I was relieved to hear her spunk. I patted my
lap and she came to me. Believe it or not, Mandy
hates hand spankings more than anything. She is
also reassured by them more than any other
spanking. Evidently, my hand is more personal to
her, more of an intimate reproach than any lecture I
can give her.
Her little skirt had slid back down, so I pushed it
back up. Her legs had a few little red welts, but not
many. Her butt was a different story. The six cuts
of the cane were clearly marked valleys, with lines
on either side.
"Don't you ever disobey me like that again." I
raised my hand and smacked her butt. "Don't you
ever go running into an unknown situation without
backup."
I spanked her until she relaxed and gave in to
the pain. And then I kept at spanking her until I
felt tears falling on my feet and soft, moist hands
grabbing my ankle for comfort. I spanked her a few
more times for good measure, and then stood her
up on her feet.
She cried.
I resisted the urge to take her into my arms just
yet. "Put your hands down," I said when she
covered her face. She busied her hands fiddling
with her skirt, and her gaze darted from beyond my
shoulder then down to the floor. Back and forth.
147
Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath
between sobs. "I'm sorry, Richard."
I held out my arms. "Come here, Mandy." I
tugged off her skirt while she cried, and then
wrapped her in the big, fluffy robe I'd bought her
for Christmas. I pulled her up on my lap and rocked
her.
I'll be damned if a tear or two didn't run across
my own cheek.
"Don't ever scare me like that. When you're
ready and trained for the risks of the job, I swear to
God that I'll let you fly with your own wings. But
until then, I'm in charge of our work, and you need
to listen to me. I have twenty years of experience,
and you've been here for three."
She wouldn't look up at me, so I petted her hair.
"You've got spunk and talent and guts. Add a little
experience and training, and you'll put me out of
business," I teased.
She giggled, and I felt a wave of relief rush
through me. "You okay, Mandy?" I asked softly.
"Of course," she said. "We okay?"
I was taken aback. "Of course we're okay.
That's not what this was about."
"I know, but & " She peered up at me. "Do you
forgive me?"
"Honey," I said, "that's a given." I reached
under the robe and rubbed her bottom. She winced
as my hands massaged the soft and swollen flesh. I
kept rubbing; I liked the feel of the soft welts.
We rocked for a little while longer before I
added, "But I'll do it again. You understand?"
She nodded. "That hurt like hell," she said.
"Watch your mouth."
She sucked in a breath, looked up at me, and
then laughed when she realized I was teasing her.
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