A Lesson

"What have you been doing all this time?" he demanded as he walked into the living room to find her sitting at the computer desk. "You were supposed to have washed the dishes while I was at the grocery store."

She made a face at him. "I didn't feel like it. I started and then I got bored, so I've been messing around on the computer instead."

"Yes, I see that." She felt a small shiver of worry at the look he gave her--she had promised to do the dishes while he was gone--but she pushed it down. She would do the dishes later. Or he could do them, if he was that worried about it! Without another word, he walked to the kitchen; she stuck her tongue out at his back and went back to her computer game.

Some time later, he had put away the groceries and washed all the dishes; she had spent the whole afternoon playing games on the computer, much to his disappointment. There was something that he had been wanting to try, and he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity. Leaving her alone with her computer game, he went into the bedroom and undressed. Then he took her hard wooden backed hairbrush and laid it on the nightstand, along with one of his leather belts. He piled up several pillows at the edge of the bed. Then he set a straight backed chair in the middle of the room and called for her to come into the bedroom.

"What?" she groused, even as she did as he said. "I'm busy right now. I'll do the dishes later, I promise!"

"No need," he replied. "I have something else for you to do, instead."

"Ooh, sex!" she said, taking in his naked body. She quickly yanked her shirt and bra off. Before she could pull off her pants, though, he stopped her.

"Maybe sex, later," he said, leading her to the chair. He sat down and, wrapping a hand around her wrist, pulled her in front of him. "First, though, I think you need a lesson."

"A lesson?" she scoffed. "On what?"

"On being responsible and keeping your promises," he replied, giving her a little glare. "Adults do as they say they will; children forget their responsibilities to have fun. Since you are acting like a child, I am going to treat you like one."

"And do what, punish me?" Disbelief oozed from her words.

"Exactly," he nodded. In that moment, the look in his eyes sent a sudden thrill of fear through her. She began to pull away from him, to reach for her shirt, but before she could, he had hauled her across his lap. She squirmed, but he had no trouble holding her in place, her hips resting across his right knee, her fingers and toes just touching the floor, her ass sticking straight up in the air.

"Hey!" she yelled, trying to wiggle off of his lap. "Let go of me!"

"No." He tightened his left arm around her waist, holding her in place, while with his right hand, he rubbed and caressed her ass, still covered by her jeans. "You are going to be punished for acting childish. And every time you act childish from now on, you will receive this same punishment."

"Are you going to spank me?" She could hear the worry in her voice, but could do nothing to banish it. She didn't want to be spanked! No one had ever spanked her in her entire life.

"Yes, I am. First, I am going to spank you over your jeans, to warm you up. Then I am going to spank you on your bare ass. Then I am going to use my belt on your bare ass, and then the hair brush. And you will not try to fight me, or you will earn extra strokes. And if you are a very good girl while you are being punished, I will fuck you when I'm done. Do you understand?"

She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell--she wasn't a child, no matter how she had been acting, and she refused to go along with this game!--but something kept the words from coming out. She liked it when he got all dominating with her, when he pushed her down on the bed and wouldn't let her up, when he tied her hands together and then made love to her. Maybe this spanking would be exciting. She was scared, but also curious, and so she swallowed her objections and, in the most compliant voice she could, said, "Yes, sir."

"Very good," he murmured, adjusting his grip a little more. "You can cry and scream all you like, but remember, don't try to move away from me."

She nodded, bracing herself for the first blow. His hand was warm on her ass, rubbing her through the thick material of her jeans. It felt good, soothing. She forced herself to relax. And then the warmth of his hand disappeared, a split second before she heard a monstrous crack. The sound made her jump. It was only seconds later, as pain, hot and red, began to spread through her backside, that she realized that he had actually done it. He had spanked her!

"Ow, that hurt!" she pouted, reaching back to rub at her ass.

"It's supposed to," he growled, grabbing her wrist and holding it against the small of her back. "Move like that again and you'll get extras."

And then, without warning, another blow fell on her soft flesh. This one was on the other cheek. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She might not be able to fight, but she would be damned if she let him see how this hurt!

Only, as the blows continued to fall steadily, alternating cheeks, she could not help herself. He spanked her entire ass, from hips to thighs, and each blow stung and sent red pain through her flesh. By the time his hand dropped for the last time, her eyes were wet with tears.

"Are we done yet?" she sniffled.

"With this part. I'll let you rest a minute. But there is still the naked spanking, the belt, and the hair brush to come," he reminded her, rubbing his hand over her abused ass.

She lay there, blinking back tears. She desperately wanted to tell him not to spank her anymore--her ass felt as if it was on fire, and he hadn't even taken her pants off; she couldn't imagine what it would feel like naked!--but at the same time, the deep hot pain radiating through her ass seemed to have found its way to her pussy. She felt hot and wet and really wanted him to fuck her. But he had said he would only fuck her if she behaved. So she resolved to take the rest of her punishment like a big girl.

"Stand up." She did as he said. He turned her towards him and unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall to her knees. Then he yanked her panties down, leaving her totally exposed to his gaze. "What have we here?" he asked after a moment of staring at her. Hard fingers pressed her thighs apart and he easily slid a finger into her wet pussy. "Enjoying this, are you?" he asked in a silky voice.

She could feel her face turning red, and she couldn't answer his question. It was too embarrassing. He gave a low laugh. "Well, even if you won't admit it, your pussy isn't lying to me. I think you are enjoying this. Do you know who enjoys being spanked?"

"No, sir." She shook her head.

"Little sluts, that's who. Are you my little slut?" he asked, pushing a second finger inside of her. She rocked forward against his hand, trying to pull his fingers deeper inside, shocking herself. But it felt so good. "Oh yes, I do believe you are going to be my slut," he said, rubbing at her clit with his thumb. She closed her eyes at the sensations that filled her. It felt so good, but so shaming at the same time.

He continued pushing his fingers into her for a bit, rubbing at her clit and pinching her nipples while he did so. Then, when her breath had began to come in gasps, he stopped touching her. She opened her eyes.

"Back over my knee," he ordered, gesturing. Biting her lip, she did as he said. Her jeans, still hanging around her knees, made moving her legs hard, but perhaps that was intentional on his part.

With his help, she was soon positioned across his lap once more, her ass sticking straight up in the air. He pushed her thighs slightly apart, and she could feel his fingers pressing against the wetness of her pussy again. Shamelessly, she thrust backwards against his hand...only to be met by a hard smack across her bare ass.

This blow stung far worse than the others had, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Without waiting for her to catch her breath, he struck her again, the sting biting deep into her already bruised flesh. Again and again his hand fell on her bare ass, covering it with bruises, she was sure. Her entire bottom felt hot and red and huge. By the time he removed his arm from around her waist, she was sobbing.

"Please, that's enough, I promise I'll be good from now on," she gasped as she stood, rubbing at her sore behind.

He shook his head. "I'm glad to know that you will behave, but your punishment is not over. Now," he said, standing, "take your pants and panties off and I want you to fetch a pillow from the bed."

Still sniffling, she did as she was told. He took the pillow and laid it over the back of the chair, then instructed her to lean over it. "Hands on the seat of the chair, legs spread," he told her, swatting her behind. Even that light touch hurt. Leaning forward over the pillow, she did as she was told.

"I am going to start with the hairbrush," he said, picking it up. It was stout wood, with sharp-looking bristles. "Twenty-five strokes of the brush and then another twenty-five from my belt. You will count them out for me. If you miss counting any, or if you squirm, there will be extras. Do you understand."

"Yes, sir," she gulped. His hand had been bad enough; how much worse would the hairbrush be? Or his belt? She did not even want to contemplate it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to pretend that none of this was happening.

"Pick that ass up," he told her, pinching her bruised bottom. "And no clenching. Ready?"

"Yes, sir," she managed to moan. Already, she could feel new tears forming.

The brush cracked against her ass with a sound like a gunshot; immediately, hot pain flooded her ass, rushing through her like wildfire. She gasped from it, her body rocking forward inadvertently. "Oww," she gasped, reaching around to rub at her bottom.

For several seconds, he was silent, as if waiting for something. After a bit, he said, "You have just earned yourself four extra punishment strokes. You did not count the stroke, and you rubbed at your bottom. Let's start again, shall we."

She bit her lip, pain and anger suffusing her body. How stupid could she be? And yet, despite the pain and humiliation that she felt, her cunt still felt very wet, and she was still desperate for him to fuck her.

He began spanking her again. This time, she remembered to count the blows, though she could sometimes barely get the words out for crying, and she kept her hands firmly on the seat, clenching them together to keep from rubbing at her burning ass. He had been going fairly slow, letting her catch her breath between each blow, but for the last ten, he pressed his free hand against her back, holding her in place, and he walloped her ass as hard and as fast as he could. She thrashed and kicked, but he ignored her struggles, not stopping until he had done the full twenty-five blows.

She hung over the chairback, sobbing wildly, wishing for nothing so much as some ice to sit in. Murmuring soothingly, he lifted her up, gathered her in his arms, and rubbed her hair. "It's alright, my love, you did very well there and we're almost done. Just twenty-five more blows, plus your extras, and then we'll be finished. You can take twenty-five more, right?"

She shook her head, sniffling. "No, I can't. Please, can't we stop now?" She looked at him beseechingly.

"I'm sorry, love, but no, we can't," he said, looking remorseful but determined. "You need to understand how wrong your behavior is, so I want to make sure this lesson sticks with you." Moving slowly, he guided her onto the bed. He had her lie on her stomach with two pillows beneath her hips. "Now, you have to lay still or I will have to tie you down and give you extras. Spread your legs for me," he added, tapping her thighs. Struggling not to cry, she did as he said.

"You needn't count this time," he said from behind her. "Just lay still and take it like a big girl and then it will all be over." She couldn't even nod, she was so frightened.

The belt, when it bit into her flesh, hurt like nothing she had ever imagined. It burned much more than the brush had, much more than his hand. And instead of hitting her across her ass, he had aimed for her thigh. Then another blow landed on the other thigh, swirling around into the unmarked area of her inner thighs, near her pussy. She let out a shriek at that, but he only laughed and hit her again, higher up this time, across the rounded part of her ass.

Another blow, and another. She was crying, begging for him to stop, promising never to misbehave again, and yet he continued to spank her until all twenty-five blows had been delivered. From hips to mid-thigh, her entire backside was nothing but a mass of hot, burning pain.

"Roll over." His voice held no room for dissent. Sobbing, she did as he said, gasping at the pressure of her ass against the bedclothes. "Spread your legs."

She was trembling now. What did he mean to do to her?

"You've earned ten extra spanks," he said, his eyes dark as he stared down at her exposed body. "You may choose if you want them with the brush or the belt, but they will be across your inner thighs. What do you want?"

She gasped. Both the belt and the brush had been pure torture. Finally, trembling, she managed to get out, "The belt."

He nodded. "Very well. Do not move, or I will continue to add more extras. And open your legs wide."

She lifted her hands above her head, grabbing at the blankets to keep from moving, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Then she closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to watch him.

The first blow struck her inner thigh like fire. She gasped, all the air sucked from her lungs by the pain. Before the pain could began to fade, he had struck her again, on the other leg. Then again, and again. Each blow left a ribbon of fire in its wake, and her whole body was burning from the pain.

By the time the belt fell for the last time, she was sobbing aloud, "Please, please, stop! Stop!" When he finally did stop, it was like a miracle, like she had never expected the pain to end.

"There," he gave her a small smile. "All done." He dropped the belt and knelt between her open legs. Without warning, his fingers pressed warmly against her vulva, and he made an amused sound. "Yes, you are definitely a little slut," he chuckled, showing her his damp fingers. "I think we will have to try these spankings more often."

"What?" she gasped, but he ignored her, pulling her up and pressing her back onto the bed on her stomach. The pillows under her hips pressed her ass up into the air.

He spread her legs wide, and the next thing she knew, his cock was deep inside of her. And then, despite--or perhaps because of--the pain that filled her, she found herself consumed by lust. He thrust into her slowly, but she was not interested in gentle; she thrust her ass back against him as hard as she could, reveling in the way the movement shot pain through her body. Groaning, he leaned forward, gathering her breasts in his hands, and pushed himself deeper inside of her. He pinched her nipples, rolling them in rough fingers; she simply moaned and thrust against him again.

The heat in her ass combined with the heat of him inside of her to push her into an intense orgasm. Moments later, he followed, groaning against her back as he collapsed against her back.

"Yes, we will definitely have to spank you again," he murmured into her hair. To her amazement, she found herself agreeing.