Sweets for the Sweet
Haley was a naughty girl. Not a bad girl really, because she was trying to do better with her issues. She truly wanted to do better and not break so many of the rules. The rules she had said she needed to follow and the ones I was helping to enforce. She was making progress but still needed my help. She was basically a nice, sweet person but this week she had been a very naughty girl.
Haley had been disciplined by me before for a variety of reasons. She kept a log of her sins and handed it to me at the beginning of our sessions so that she could be properly punished for not meeting the expectations she and I had set forth. The list had been getting progressively smaller with each visit but today she needed to answer for the biggest thing on the list.
Most of the things on her demerit list were fairly minor and somewhat common for a girl that had been left to wander without consistent discipline. Speeding, lateness to work, swearing, paying bills late. Things that needed attention and the discipline was helping. But this time Haley had violated her promise not to touch sweets. It was not a weight issue, though she had considered a diet before, it was that she had a medical condition that caused her to pass out if she ate sweets. She had been told by her doctors for years to avoid them and for the most part she ate sugar-free candy etc. However this time she had eaten half a box of regular cookies and nearly lost consciousness, almost driving off the road. This was unacceptable and dangerous. Today was going to be Haley’s most serious discipline to date. I didn’t know if she was testing my resolve to deal with her behavior or if she just couldn’t resist them in the store. It really did not matter right then. I had to send a message that she was not going to risk her life as long as I had anything to do with it and I was about to do a lot!
I walked to the door of her home and found that it was unlocked. I entered and surveyed the room. To my pleasure it was prepared exactly how I had instructed. The windows were closed and drapes drawn. The middle of the room was clear of furniture except for one important feature, a kitchen chair in the center. On the seat of the chair were a plastic paddle, a long ruler and a notebook, a brat’s punishment log. The brat that had prepared it was standing obediently in the corner. She had not turned around since I came into the room. Either Haley was learning or she was smart enough to know she was in big trouble this time. I smiled and picked up her list.
“Young lady, why are you standing in the corner?”, I demanded. “Because I deserve to be punished.” “Yes you do, don’t you?” “Yes sir, I do.” “You have been very bad this time Haley, haven’t you?” I could see her fidgeting in the corner, trying to hold still. “Yeah, I guess.” “You guess or you know!” I scolded a little louder now to make my point. Haley jumped a bit and said “y - yes I know I have and I’m sorry.” “Nowhere near as sorry as you are going to be my girl, your list is smaller this time but the crimes are much bigger. Especially the little stunt with the cookies”
I sat in the chair and told her to come to me immediately. Haley could tell by the look in my face that I wasn’t kidding so she came to right side and looked down at her feet. “You are going to be punished today and you know why, get over my lap.” Haley said nothing and just bent over my knee like the naughty girl she was. I rubbed her bottom for a few seconds as she got comfortable. Then I began her warm up spanking with light to moderate smacks to both buttocks, making sure to spread them around left and right, upper bottom and lower bottom. After several minutes I instructed her to rise and drop her pants. She did as ordered and settled back down over my knee. I began spanking harder now until I could see a pink blush forming at the undersides beneath the borders of her white bikini panties.
I then reached down and pulled her panties to join her jeans at her knees. Haley wriggled a bit at this, but stayed put. She knew she was in no position to argue. I rubbed her warm bare cheeks and told her that she had been naughty for too long and that now I was going to show her that her destructive behavior was unacceptable. “You deserve this spanking don’t you, young lady?” “Yes sir”. “And this is going to be a very hard lesson for you, do you understand.” “Yes I do”. “I am going to make sure that you remember this every time you sit down for quite some time.” I said and increased the speed and strength of the spanks. Haley just grunted at this and accepted her deserved discipline.
Since I had planned a big lesson for her, I knew that a good warm-up was necessary. “Stand up”, she rose to her feet and I directed her over to my left side. Haley looked confused but I cleared that up with my next order “back over”, she knew better than to argue and complied. I spanked her with my left hand several times, then my right, then left again until her entire bottom and upper thighs were beginning to look red. I stood her up and held her arms while I looked into her eyes to be sure she was OK. Her expression betrayed her nervousness but I could tell that she was all right and not shaking or anything.
“Go stand in the corner like the naughty girl you are and think about your behavior that earned you this spanking”, I said and gave her a quick swat to get her moving. She waddled to the corner with her pants around her ankles.
I stopped for a moment to enjoy the view and to give her a chance to think about the next phase of her punishment. I picked up the list of sins and read through them. It was a shame that even though her list was much shorter than usual, her indiscretion with the cookies had earned her a much more severe discipline session. “Haley Come here” she did and stood before, me her eyes cast down. “Well your list is not too bad except for the obvious problem with the cookies. You're improving and I'm glad that the discipline seems to be working for the most part.
Bend over and put your hands on the seat of the chair". She did and her pink bottom was sticking out as a very inviting target.
First on the list was being late to work, something that had improved since we had been having sessions. The first couple times there were 3 or 4 incidents of lateness, this time there was only one. “Haley it says here you were late to work Wednesday.” “Yes Sir”. “Well last week you were late 3 times and this week only one, that is better but still we cannot have it.” “I know.” she answered quietly. “How late were you?” “Five minutes?” She answered, not quite sure of herself. “Are you sure that is the answer you want to go with?” “Because don’t think I won’t call your boss and act like your husband to find out” “Noooo, please don’t do that....I was, I was 25 minutes late to work sir.” I smiled, well at least my idle threat worked, I wouldn’t actually call her work, but she didn’t need to know that. “ Okay that’s 25 with the plastic paddle” I picked up the blue paddle. It was thin and rather flexible, no doubt coming from a former life as a toy. It was the most effective implement to use on Haley, normally she was very stoic in taking a punishment but this paddle actually got a reaction of out her.
SMACK, SMACK SMACK I started out hard and fast alternating cheeks. “We have talked about this lateness haven’t we?” SMACK SMACK SMACK “Yes, ouch, we have” SMACK SMACK “And I have punished you for this too haven’t I?” “Yes Sir, ” SMACK SMACK “Now you have done better my girl, only late once this week, but you still need to improve.” SMACK SMACK “ Oh yes sir I know, I won’t be late next week at all, I promise” SMACK SMACK “ You said that about this week” SMACK SMACK “I know sir but I did better a next week I’ll be on time every day, really ouch!” Now I was planting the smacks on her lower bottom cheeks. SMACK SMACK. “If you ever want to considered for a promotion, you must show up on time every day.” “Yes sir and I have learned, I’ll do better Ouch” “Ohh, I mean it, ouch.” The spanks on the lower cheeks were making an impression as she was reacting to the spanks and moving her legs a little, but Haley did not get out of position-she knew better than that. Soon the count was 25 and I stopped.
I set the paddle down and paced the room a bit to let that sink in. She was clenching her legs a bit and breathing a little heavily. I looked at the list and saw that she had failed to send in the return card for her CD club and had to pay $20 for an album she didn’t even want. I picked up the ruler and rubbed it up and down her expectant cheeks. “Well Haley, I guess you just couldn’t find time to put a check mark on a postcard and mail it back, could you?” “No sir, I meant to but I got busy and...” Haley stopped there because she really didn’t have an excuse and knew the ruler was imminent. “20 for that”, I said and drew my hand back. WHACK, WHACK I began to swat her rump with the ruler starting at the top of her ass and working my way down. The thin strip of wood left district red stripes as I painted her tush. “Are you going procrastinate and buy another CD that you don’t want next month?” “No sir, definitely not, I promise!” When I reached the bottom I made sure to give her 3 firm ones to the underside of her cheeks (a ruler is perfectly shaped for that type of attention) and several on her upper thighs. “Ouch!, Ohhh!” That got her attention. By the time I got to 20 strokes, Hayley was gripping the chair tightly and grimacing-I’m sure that the next response card she received found its way to the mailbox.
I rubbed her buns softly for a minute and felt the heat radiate off of them. I looked at the next item on the list “Speeding and making unsafe passes on way to work Tuesday.” I sighed to myself and thought no wonder she has been on time so much. “Now Haley, driving unsafely to get to work on time is not a good idea is it?” “No sir it’s not.” “It won’t do you much good to be almost to work with time to spare if you hurt yourself on the way”, I scolded as I reached for my belt buckle. I could hear Haley inhale sharply at the sound of my belt coming off.
I doubled up the think leather belt and measured the distance to her fanny. I lay the leather on her glistening behind and informed her that risking her life in any way was not going to be permitted. I swung firmly and planted the first stroke to the center of her buttocks. WHACK WHACK “ooooh” WHACK WHACK I did not bother to scold her for this portion of the lesson. Haley knew that she needed to be more careful in the car and we had agreed that safety related items were the most serious. WHACK WHACK I strapped her about 15 times until her butt was a dark red. “Are you learning a lesson from this?” “Yes... I am. I’ll be more careful, really” she whined. “Okay five more, count them out loud” WHACK “One” WHACK “Two” WHACK “Uhhh.. Three” WHACK “F-Four” I hesitated for a moment and made a big wind up so this stroke would be remembered WHAACKK “Ouch Fiiive, ohh” I watched as her toes almost levitated from the floor at the hardest belt stroke yet.
"Okay Young lady, now you’ll spend some time in the corner”, I took her arm and led her back to place I found her when I arrived. “Hands on your head, no rubbing” I punctuated this direction with a crisp spank to each cheek. “You stand there and think about what you did wrong and what you got for it. In a few minutes we’ll discuss that box of cookies you just couldn’t resist.” As I said that I snapped the belt against my leg with a satisfying crack.
Was that a shudder I detected?