Her Punishment, Part I The Hand Spanking, a tale by HBW (HairBrushWielder)

He sits down on the middle cushion of the couch in the living room and pats his lap.

"Come here, darling," he says in a quiet yet firm voice.

She looks at him warily, her hands already reaching back to her bottom, as if she wants to remember what it feels like when its cool and pale, knowing its not going to remain that way for much longer.

"I don't wanna," she murmurs in a soft voice, "what did I do?"

In lieu of a verbal answer, he takes her wrist with his hand and pulls her forward, causing her to stumble, then grips her waist and helps guide her across his lap. Before she has a chance to struggle, he locks her down, pinning her legs with his thigh, rendering her immovable.

Her hands shoot back to protect her bottom instinctively, her head craning back, looking at him with the beginnings of tears in her eyes, realizing that this is not going to be one of those fun loving spankings, that they normally share. This is going to be one of those spankings that she gave him the right to give her, when they first began their relationship. This spanking is going to be strictly disciplinary in nature.

"Please, I'm sorry," she pleads in a slightly louder, but still subdued voice.

"What are you sorry for," he replies, "I thought you didn't know what you did wrong?"

He reaches for her waistband lowering her sweatpants and panties, baring her bottom, another sign that this spanking is very serious. Normally he would give her at least a few swats on her covered tush, even if it was just a gesture.  Even in play spankings, her warm-up was mostly on the bare. She joked with him sometimes, saying the only reason her bottom wasn't bared from the get-go during all her spankings, was for the rare occasions that he did spank someone other than her, he wanted to remember his manners. Some women would not take kindly to being bared right from the start.

"Move your hands, young lady", he scolds, still in his quiet, firm voice.

She moves her hands quickly, folding them in front of her, laying her head on them like a pillow.  She tries to be as compliant as possible, and raises her bottom slightly, presenting him with a better target area.  Taking a deep breath, she awaits the first blow.

He begins to spank her firmly and slowly, each swat making her bottom wiggle in the way only a spanking can induce, the force from each swat, rocking her body forward a little. He waits for her to regain position after each series of five swats or so, listening to her gasps, moans, and whimpers.

Her bottom colors quickly, turning from pale to pink to red. With each series of spanks, her whimpers become more urgent. Neither of them has said a word in almost five minutes, the spanking rendering them speechless. His determination is almost scary, her concentration is solely on the intense stimulation of the swats on her bottom, and the stinging they induce, unable to think of anything else.

Finally, he pauses in the spanking, rubbing her bottom lightly, using his fingertips to lightly tickle her sit spot, while at the same time, returning feeling to the almost numbing feeling the force of the blows have produced. He readjusts his grip on her waist, pulling her closer to him, takes a deep breath, and raises his arm again, preparing for the next stage of her spanking.

The spanks start falling again, this time, lower down on her bottom, including her upper thighs. She gasps and wiggles from the intense stinging on her thighs, whimpering loudly, her body and mind struggling against each other.  Her mind saying, "I deserve this, I need to accept it," her body screaming, "Get away, this hurts."

After what seems like an eternity, but has in reality been less than 2 minutes, he pauses in the spanking again, rubbing her bottom and thighs gently, yet still applying a firm swat or two here and there, when she least expects it.

He begins to scold her with the next series of spanks, each statement punctuated with a series of five or six hard stinging swats to her red stinging bottom.

"How many times have I told you, that while your incessant sassiness is cute, you take it too far?" he demands, bringing his hand crashing down on her bottom.

"I don't know," she gasps out, between swats, the heat in her bottom beginning to overwhelm the rest of her body in the cool room.  She can feel beads of sweat rolling down her back, and her forehead is getting quite wet from perspiration. "I'm s-s-sorry," she stammers, as she tries to catch her breath.

"It's been way too many times, hasn't it?" he asks, punctuating this question with a series of spanks on her thighs, emphasizing the importance of this part of the lecture.

"Yessssss!!" she almost screams, for the fire in her thighs is almost too much to bear, "Way too muuuuch!"

"Your sassy comments come a little too close to disrespect for my tastes, young lady." he replies with another series of firm swats, "and that is unacceptable!" He follows that last comment with a flurry of twenty or so spanks, ranging from her sit spot to her lower thighs, sending her bucking and squealing and squirming, trying to cry out how sorry she is, but unable to form words.

Again, he ceases spanking her.  This time, he is rubbing furiously, trying to take out some of the sting. Finally she relaxes, her body going almost limp across his lap.

He leans forward and kisses the back of her head. "I love you," he says quietly. She nods assent silently.

"I want you to remember that, during the next phase of this spanking,” he says, rubbing her bottom still.

"N-n-n-next phase?" she stammers, dread sneaking up on her, "Please, I've learned my l-l-esson."

"You are going in the corner, young lady, and then we are coming back in here, where you will be getting the bath brush on your naughty bare bottom."

She starts to protest, but sees the unwavering look in his eyes. "Yes Sir," she says quietly.

He helps her off his lap, and stands her in front of him. Looking in her eyes, he slips off her sweats and panties from her ankles, takes the bath brush from its drawer under the couch, hands it to her, and walks her into the corner.

"I will be back to get you in a few minutes," he says firmly, "don't you move from that corner. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," she answers miserably, and turns her nose into the corner.

End of Part I Copyright © HBW