Lesson in the water

Bruce gazed out over the water, searching for Lindy. Where had she gone? He’d told her that he’d be right back and to wait for him. But now she was gone. He loved this girl a lot. But she was rather stubborn and free spirited. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to put a ring on her finger and marry this girl but she always said, “maybe someday, but not now, I’m not ready to settle down yet. I want to be free!”

Suddenly he spotter her, out in the water, past the sign that warned of a dangerous current. She was struggling against the water with all her strength. Bruce RAN as fast as he could to the ocean and swam powerfully toward her. Grabbing her and pulling her to safety.

“Lindy!” he shouted as he carried her over his shoulder back toward the beach. “What in the world are you doing here? Didn’t you see the sign?”

“I s-saw it, B-but I thought I could handle it, I wanted to see what it was like, I wanted to be free!”

Bruce planted a hard <SLAP> on Lindy’s bottom. Lindy screamed, “What did you do that for? You can’t hit me! Let me down.”

Bruce swatted her again, “I Intend <SLAP> to teach you <SLAP>that freedom <SLAP>  doesn’t mean<SLAP> you can do whatever you want. <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>” Bruce scolded as he spannked.

“Hey!” Lindy screamed back resisting his spannking, “how dare you!<SLAP> oww. Let me down! <SLAP> oww. You have no right to <SLAP> owwwwww hit me! <SLAP> Whaaaa. I’m gonna call the <SLAP> owwww cops, I don’t ever want to <SLAP> owwww see you <SLAP> agaiiinnnn whaaaaaa!”

“Lindy, <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> I love you <SLAP>too much <SLAP> to not get this important message <SLAP>through to you. <SLAP>your disobedient, free spirit almost <SLAP>got you killed! <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>. I don’t care <SLAP> if I go to jail, <SLAP> you’re worth it <SLAP> to me if I could just <SLAP> help <SLAP> you <SLAP> to <SLAP> learn<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>!”

Bruce Spannked and Lindy fought until all her fight was gone. Finally submitting to Bruce she lay limply over his shoulder and wailed. Bruce suddenly realized what he had done. Now he’d really blown it. If he didn’t end up in jail, she’d certainly never see him again. But he did have to admit, it’d felt good. His sassy girl had needed a good tanning for a long time. And now that she was crying submissively over his shoulder, he felt a great sense of love and protectiveness well up inside him toward her, as he carried her limp sobbing body to a sand bar.

He put Lindy up on the safe sand bar and braced for her on-slot of wrath. Instead she sat there on the sand deep in thought. Finally she smiled meekly at him, “Thank you for saving me, hon!” She said softly, “I-I guess I was pretty stupid huh?”

 

Bruce was shocked at her change of attitude. “I-I’m sorry I Spannked you, Lindy, I was just so, so–”

“Don’t be,” Lindy interrupted, “I deserved it, In fact I’ve realized I’ve deserved a lot of spannkinggs since we met. I like a man who is strong enough to put me in my place….” Lindy’s voice trailed off and she looked down at the water.  “I guess what I’m saying,” Lindy continued very deliberately, “is that I’ve realized that I can’t do it all on my own, I do need a man, and I want that man to be you. I want you to love me, guide me, protect me and discipline me. I am ready to settle down and only then will I be really free.”

Lindy moved in for a long kiss, “Bruce, will you marry me?”

“Hey, I’m supposed to ask that question!” Bruce laughed.

“Well then hurry up and ask, ’cause I’m ready to say yes!” Lindy smiled.

Bruce got down on one knee in the water, gazed up into Lindy’s bright eyes. He saw a peace and joy there that he’d never seen before. “Lindy Ann, Will you marry me?”

“YES!!!” Lindy screeched, leaping into Bruce’s strong arms. “Yes, Yes, Yes a thousand times yes. I want to be yours, I want to submit to you and obey you. I need your strong arms to protect me. YES, YES I’ll marry you!”

They had an incredible moment there by the sand bar. Finally Bruce said, “I think we should get back to shore now.”

“Oh Bruce,” Lindy said helplessly, “I’m scared to go through all that water by myself, I need a strong man to get me safely to shore, please carry me.”

Bruce Chuckled, “Ok Hon,” Bruce turned his back to Lindy, “Hop on!”

And Bruce carried his sweet Fiancee, on his back all the way to shore. When they were safely back on shore, Bruce put her down and put his arm around her tenderly as the walked slowly toward their hotel, each silently lost in their own thoughts.

Finally Lindy broke the silence, “Bruce?”

“Yes hon?”

“I-Meant what I said back there in the sea, About needing a strong man to care for me, guide me and discipline me. And I know that I can be a stubborn and free spirited. But I don’t want  that anymore, I want to submit to you, and please you, and obey you. B-but I don’t think I can do that on my own. I need your help. Promise me that you will not let me get by with disobedience or stubbornness or any of that stuff.  I don’t wants to do that but I know I will–and–and if I do… Promise me, Bruce, I mean this with all my heart, Promise me that you will put my over your knee and spannk me soundly just like you did out there in the ocean, ok?” Lindy looked at Bruce with pleading eyes.

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” Bruce asked, “If I were to spank you every time you acted up you’d be over my knee constantly!”

“I-I know, and I d-don’t really want to be spannked, b-but I NEED to be. So yes, every time I act up I want you to spankk me and do it soundly, Even if I protest or resist, spaank me anyway! ok? Promise.”

“Ok, Lindy, I promise,” Bruce said giving her a playful swat on her bottom. Lindy smiled and they walked together in comfortable silence back to their hotel.

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Epilogue: Bruce had been right about Lindy’s need for discipline, Her life long bad habits came naturally.  In fact, They had not been back in the hotel for an hour before Lindy found herself crying over Bruce’s knee. The next morning started with a sound spannking and didn’t end until she’d made the trip over his knee 3 more times. She begged and pleaded with him not to spannk her so hard, but he just reminded her that she was the naugghty girl and he was her disciplinarian, it was his job to decide how hard she needed to be spaanked, not hers. and after each spankking, as Bruce held her in his strong arms, Lindy would look admiringly into Bruce’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you, dear, that was exactly what I needed.”

Confessing–Worth the pain

Peering through the bedroom door at her hubby, Marj tried to work up the courage to go in. It had seemed like such a good choice. In the kitchen when she had decided to confess. Her guilt was worst than the spannking she deserved. As she pulled her skirt off and grabbed the paddle she looked forward to having her guilt relieved.

But now, looking through the door at her Husband, Bill, She imagined herself crying over his knee and began to chicken out.

“Marj!” She jumped as she heard Bill call her name, He had seen her, it was too late. “Come on in.”

Gingerly she walked in, she could tell that Bill knew what she was hiding behind her back. “Do you have something to confess?” He asked kindly…

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As Marj sobbed into her hubby’s strong shoulders, her bare bottom ablaze, She felt peace. Yes, that had been a bad spannking, but it was worth it, well worth it! Now she had peace, her guilt was gone, burned up by the heat radiating off her bottom.

Giselle gets Her’s

Learning Not to be Lazy–Story

Here’s a nice little story I found on Domestic Discipline Dreams website. the direct link is http://domesticdisciplinedreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-story.html
Mark stood at the kitchen sink, looking down at the dish in his hand, fuming. “What am I doing?” he asked himself incredulously. He had come home from work not fifteen minutes ago. Leigh had been sitting at her computer and barely acknowledged him. She only grunted when he said hello and dropped a kiss on her head in greeting. He had walked through the house as he put his things from work away for the night. Everywhere he looked, it appeared that a bomb had gone off. Clothes lying around, dirty dishes in the sink, beds not made, the plants for the flower bed he had dug for her still sitting in their pots, wilting. Every question he tried to ask her was met with a mumble, a sigh, or an evasive answer. He had given up and started to clean up the kitchen when he found himself staring at the aforementioned dish. “Enough is enough,” he muttered. Putting the dish back down, he went back and stood behind Leigh.

“Leigh, would you come with me please? I need to talk to you.” Leigh just grunted again and waved her hand at him dismissively. “I’m in the middle of something,” she snarled. “Give me a minute.” Mark caught her waving arm at the wrist and yanked her from her seat. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked as he proceeded to pull her towards the living room. “I told you I was busy!” “Yeah, you’re going to be real busy in a few minutes, and it won’t be playing some game on the computer!” Mark retorted in reply. Leigh was still sputtering and struggling when Mark sat down on the straight-backed chair by the front window and pulled Leigh to him until she was standing between his knees. He grabbed both her wrists and held her hands in place down by her hips, his legs pinning her to the spot. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She stood there, glaring down at him. “What do you want?” she demanded, her forehead pulled down and eyebrows pulled together in a classic pout.

“First off, I want you to lose that attitude, young lady!” he growled at her. He watched the look of defiance on her face fade to one of shock, her eyes widening. She knew she was in trouble when he called her ‘young lady’. As he calmly stared back at her, the look of shock changed again to apprehension. A few more moments of stern silence from Mark, and she began to shift uncomfortably. When her eyes finally unlocked from his and drifted down to focus on the floor, he knew she was ready to listen.

“Now, we need to have a ‘discussion’ about a couple of things. One of them is what you do around here during the day, and the other is about your tone of voice when I try to talk to you.” Leigh bit her lip. She knew when he put that emphasis on the word ‘discussion’ that it really meant he was going to warm up her backside. She hunched over and tried to shimmy away from her, but he held tight, keeping her pinned in place. “You’re not going anywhere except over my knee, little girl, so stop it!” he warned. Even though she knew it was useless, Leigh couldn’t help giving a squeak and trying again to pull away. Mark sighed. “Ok, fine. If you can’t stand there and talk to me face to face, you can do it face to bottom.” Moving faster than Leigh could blink or protest, he turned her sideways and flipped her over so that her head was suddenly down by the floor and her bottom was high in the air, propped up by his right leg. He then crossed his legs at the ankles, pinning her lower half between them. She tried to arch up to get away, but he just wrapped one arm around her waist with his elbow in the small of her back, holding her in place until she stopped squirming.

A few awkward moments passed. Leigh finally gave up and went limp over his knee. “Are you ready to listen to me, young lady?” Mark asked quietly. With an embarrassed groan, Leigh mumbled, ‘”Yes sir.” “Good!” Mark replied. He began to lecture her, his hand at first resting on her pantied bottom, then rubbing it lightly as he began to speak. “Now you know that I have NEVER demanded anything of you, isn’t that right?” He waited a moment for her answer. When none came, he gave her a swift smack to her left cheek. “Ow!” she yelped. “Yes sir!” His hand went back to rubbing. “That’s right. Even though you don’t work outside the house, I have never demanded that you do any specific chores or keep this house in a certain way. In the past, you’ve been pretty good about it. But now that summer is here, you seem to have slipped into this lazy mood, and all you want to do is play on the computer and watch TV. Then when I try to talk to you, you snap at me like I’m an inconvenience in your life. Well, enough is enough. Things need to change and you obviously need a

little motivation.” Leigh had been somewhat lulled by his even voice as he chastised her, but she began to struggle anew as she felt him stop rubbing and begin peeling her panties down off her bottom. Her resistance was met by a flurry of stinging slaps to her backside. “Young lady, be still or I will get the cane!” Mark ordered as he s p a n k e d her gyrating cheeks. At the threat of the cane, Leigh abruptly stopped her struggle and slumped back down in resignation.

“That’s better,” Mark said as he finished sliding her panties down until they rested across her thighs. Her bottom cheeks weren’t burning yet, but she could feel the ones on her face flaming already as she lay there across his lap, her naked buttocks offered up for his punishment. His hand rested again on her skin. “So from now on, there are going to be some expectations around here. I want the bed made every day. I want the kitchen cleaned up. I want to see you make an effort to get dressed in something besides a T-shirt and panties, or I will take it as an invitation, as I have now, to take them down and paddle your butt. Is that understood?” On the last syllable of the last word, his hand placed an exclamation point on her bottom. “Ow!” Leigh squealed. “Yes sir!” “I also will assign you some things to do occasionally, like those plants that you didn’t put out after I worked so hard digging you the flower bed you wanted, and are now in danger of dying since they haven’t been put in the ground yet. Is that clear?” This time, the last three words were punctuated by hard smacks to her butt. “Yeow! Ok! Yes, I’ll do as I’m told!” she wailed.

Mark took a moment to reposition her and grip her tightly around her waist. She groaned at his next words. “Give me your hand.” She didn’t want to, but knew he would only be madder if she didn’t obey. Slowly, she lifted her outside hand up to her side. He gripped her wrist and held it tightly to her side. She was trapped – her legs pinned, her upper body held down by his elbow, her hand held securely to her side so she couldn’t throw it back to protect her bottom. That only meant one thing. She didn’t have long to wait.

 

“We are now going to talk about your attitude” was the only preamble she got before he began to s p a n k her bare bottom, his hand rising and falling in time to his words. “I don’t” *smack* “appreciate” *whack* “being snapped at” *crack* “when I ask you” *slap* “a simple” *whack* “question!” *s p a n k* “Your attitude” *smack* “is going” *whack* to change!” *crack* “Is” *slap* “that” *s p a n k* “understood?” *swat* Before Leigh could screech out an answer, Mark administered a further fast volley of a dozen hard licks to her now bucking behind. “O w ow ow!” she howled. “Yes sir, I understand!” Mark was about to lift her to her feet, but Leigh hadn’t yet learned when to shut her mouth. “Now let me up, damnit!” she demanded. Mark’s eyebrows went up as he looked down at his wife. “You know, you’re not exactly in a position to order me around,” he told her drily as he tightened his grip on her and calmly reached into the drawer of the end table next to him. He drew out the flat-backed hairbrush he kept there in case of an emergency. A smart-mouthed wife qualified as an emergency.

Leigh stiffened as he rubbed the smooth brush over her already-burning butt cheeks. She realized – too late – that she had gone too far. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “Please not the brush! No – I’ll be good! I promise! I didn’t

mean it! I’m really – aaahhhhhhh!” she began to yell as Mark brought the hairbrush down onto her sore bbottom. Again and again he s p a n k e d, each stroke flattening Leigh’s round cheeks upon impact. Her cries became one long wail, broken only by the occasional gasp as she sucked in air between sobs. She now knew what he had meant when he told her earlier that she was going to be busy, and she didn’t like it one little bit. Crying and squirming over her husband’s knee was not her idea of a good time. Well, not when she was in trouble, anyway. When she finally ran out of strength and went limp over his lap, Mark stopped and laid the hairbrush to the side.

When Leigh had calmed down, Mark directed her to her feet so that she was once

again facing him. But the defiance was now gone, and she stood with her head hanging down, sniffling and wiping away the tears from her face. Her backside was blazing, but she knew better than to reach back and rub it.

Mark waited patiently until she raised her head and looked at him. “So, do we understand each other now, young lady?” Mark asked firmly. Leigh nodded. “Yes sir,” she whispered. “Well then, I’d say this was a successful discussion!” he replied. “You can start now showing me what you have learned. The kitchen needs cleaning up and the bed isn’t made. No, no,” he warned as she reached for her panties. “Leave those right where they are. It will remind you of what will happen if you don’t do as you’re told. Now get moving!” With her face now as red from embarrassment as her bottom was from her s p a n k i n g, Leigh scurried off to do her chores, knowing that her husband was right behind her, enjoying his handiwork. And as she worked, she felt the heat from her bottom start to spread over her whole body, turning into a glow of contentment.