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Another story: Learning to Ask

  • Posted on June 19, 2011 at 9:06 PM
Jessie just wanted time to herself, but all she got was more stress. It was getting so that she couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t even manage to spend time with Stella anymore, and it was starting to put a strain on their relationship. They had always said they wouldn’t let the world get in the way, but with Jessie’s class load and Stella’s recent spell of overtime, the world loomed large. Stella seemed to be able to handle it, but Jessie tended to let things build up until the pressure got the better of her. Stella had her special way of making sure things didn’t get to that level most of the time, but the overtime had made it difficult for her to take charge in her usual manner. Jessie found herself snapping at Stella more and more often, and she was starting to notice Stella giving her that warning look, but she couldn’t seem to control herself anymore. She needed Stella to take her in hand. She just couldn’t ask for it.
While waiting for Stella to come home from work one night, Jessie became increasingly agitated. She felt as though Stella cared more about her work than their relationship. She knew that they needed the money, what with Stella allowing her to go back to school full time to get her degree, but she still felt slighted. By the time Stella came through the door, all Jessie could do was glare at her and stomp around the house, banging dishes and glasses on the table as she set it. Dinner was eaten without a word spoken, after Stella’s initial attempts at conversation were met by Jessie’s cold stares.
After dinner Stella finally broke the stony silence. “What’s up, Jessie” she asked.
“Like you don’t know,” Jessie said curtly. She stood defiantly in the middle of the living room, facing Stella, who sat on the couch.
“No, I don’t know, and I’d like to. I can tell you’re upset about something, but you haven’t really told me anything in days. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Stella said.
Jessie really looked at Stella for the first time that night, without the veil of anger in front of her eyes. “I thought you didn’t care anymore,” she said quietly, “All you ever do now is work.”
Stella sighed, stood up, and walked over to Jessie. “I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve been ignoring you. I just couldn’t turn down the overtime if we’re going to make a go of this. Why didn’t you say something before this if it’s been bothering you so much,” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
Jessie knew what that raised eyebrow meant, and her bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation. Stella would definitely spank her for allowing things to get to this point. Stella hated it when Jessie played the petulant child, allowing emotions to rule instead of logic.
“I didn’t realize it first, and then when I did it was too late. School has been so hectic that I was already stressed out, and not having you to come to made it worse,” Jessie said, pleading her case. She had a feeling it wouldn’t work.
“You know that when your stress level is starting to build that you’re supposed to let me know so that we can deal with it. I’m not going to lecture you though, because I know what you really need is a good hard spanking, not words,” Stella said.
Jessie looked into Stella’s eyes, and knew she deserved to be spanked. She needed to learn not to let things get her so upset. She had to learn to trust that Stella wouldn’t just stop caring about her. She had to learn so many things.
Stella led her back to the couch, and sat down. She unzipped Jessie’s jeans, tugged them down to her knees, and her panties followed. Jessie trembled as the cold air, and a little shame at having acted so silly washed over her. She surrendered easily as Stella took her hand and led her to kneel on the couch. Jessie laid herself across Stella’s lap, wanting to show Stella that she was willing to accept the punishment.
Stella didn’t spare Jessie at all, even from the start. She spanked hard and fast, too fast for Jessie’s liking. She started kicking and yelling, completely forgetting that she had planned on accepting the punishment. She couldn’t get on top of the pain, it was just too overwhelming. She fought against it, which she knew she shouldn’t do, but she couldn’t help it. She twisted and tried to free herself, all to no avail. Stella’s grip was much stronger than Jessie’s attempts, and all Jessie succeeded in doing was wearing herself out.
Just when Jessie thought it would be over, she felt Stella stop and reach over to the end table next to the couch. She wondered what Stella was doing, but not for long. The hairbrush smacking down on her bare bottom answered her unspoken question, and she renewed her thrashing. The spanking continued until Jessie gave up and lay sobbing across Stella’s knees. Stella rubbed Jessie’s back, calming her down.
“Now, have you learned to ask me for a spanking when you start to get stressed out,” Stella asked.
“Yes Ma’am,” Jessie said, trying not to sound too pathetic.
“Good. Hopefully you’ll remember this the next time. Now come on, it’s time for bed,” Stella said.
Jessie stood up, painfully, and gratefully followed Stella into the bedroom, where they were finally able to shut the world out once again.

Should I continue this story?

  • Posted on June 19, 2011 at 8:52 PM

I found this partial story that I’d started back in 2008.  It has potential, but I’d like input from people who read my blog.
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Over Her Knee

Jessica’s bottom hurt so much that she had to ease herself down carefully to sit on the chair. She knew it would hurt to sit, but not as much as it did once her bottom made contact with the hard wood. She had to sit on her bare bottom, which was very red and sore because of the spanking she had just endured. She didn’t know how she would sit for fifteen minutes, but that was the rule. She was feeling very sorry for herself as the heat and pain in her bottom was made worse by the chair pressing into it. She struggled not to squirm too much, because she knew that would earn her another hard spanking.
The whole situation was made worse by the fact that it was her mother who had spanked her. After pulling down Jessica’s pants and panties, her mother had put her over her knee and had paddled Jessica’s bare bottom with the big hairbrush until it was bright red and Jessica was crying her eyes out. It would’ve been bad enough if Jessica had been a teenager, but she was a grown woman. She still lived at home, and she knew she wasn’t always the most attentive to things she should do around the house, but to be spanked on her bare bottom over her mother’s knee like she was a six year old girl was too embarrassing to think about. Right then all she could think about was the sting and ache in her bottom. Fifteen minutes felt like an hour.
Just when she thought she was going to jump off the chair, the reprieve came. “Okay, you can get up now. Go to your room and start cleaning, but no rubbing. You know what will happen if I catch you rubbing your bottom,” her mother warned.
Yes, she knew what would happen if her mother caught her rubbing her sore bottom. After her last spanking two weeks earlier, she had thought she was safely out of sight and had dared to rub the sting away. Her mother had turned the corner in the hallway and had seen her standing in her room furiously rubbing her red bare bottom. Her mother had grabbed her roughly by the arm and had marched her straight into the living room where she had found herself once again over her mother’s knee, being paddled even harder than her first spanking, and for much longer. Jessica cried much sooner and for a long time after the spanking was over. She wasn’t going to risk that again.
“Can I lay on my bed on my stomach,” Jessica asked. She knew the answer, but she had to try.
“No, you may not, young lady. You’re still being punished. I’ll be in there in half an hour to check your progress, and if I think you haven’t done enough cleaning, you’ll get another spanking. This time it won’t be with the hairbrush, it’ll be with the belt,” her mother threatened.
Jessica went to her room and started cleaning. Her bottom hurt so much that bending over to reach the floor hurt just as much as sitting on the chair had. She knew that her mother meant for that to be a reminder for her as she cleaned, but it made it difficult to do what she was supposed to do. If she couldn’t clean fast enough she knew that the belt was in her very near future. She had been spanked with the belt a month ago, having sworn at her mother during a fight. She hadn’t been able to sit for three days afterward, and had learned her lesson. She wouldn’t be swearing at her mother again, that was for sure. She just hoped she could avoid the belt this time.
When Jessica heard her mother’s footsteps approaching her bedroom, her stomach did flips. She knew that her mother would never accept the amount of cleaning she had managed in the half hour since her spanking. Her bottom cheeks clenched at the thought of the belt.
“Do you think you’ve done a good enough job in here,” her mother asked, giving Jessica the look that said she had better say no.
“No, Ma’am,” Jessica said, not able to look her mother in the eye.
“What did I say was going to happen if you didn’t do a good job cleaning, young lady,” her mother asked.
“That you would spank me with the belt,”Jessica mumbled.
“Speak up, young lady.”
“That you would spank me with the belt,” Jessica said louder, embarrassed at hearing the words.
“And that’s just what is about to happen,” her mother said as she placed two pillows on the edge of the bed, “Now bend over and don’t you dare reach back to cover your bottom.”
Jessica bent over the pillows, which she knew made her bare bottom a perfect target. She could barely reach the floor, and she always felt so helpless in this position. She heard the clink of the belt buckle as her mother doubled the belt. She tried to be ready for it, but nothing could ever really prepare her for just how much it hurt. The first lick of the leather across her her bottom took her breath away, and the rest of the spanking was so fast that she couldn’t get it back. She gasped and struggled and twisted around, trying to get away from the spanking. Bending over with her bare bottom high in the air, she was completely vulnerable. The spanking continued, and as always happened, Jessica started to cry. She wished it would mean the end of the spanking, but her mother would keep whipping her bottom with the belt until she had decided that Jessica had learned her lesson. A belt spanking from her mother was never a short occurrence. Her mother spanked for a very long time, and Jessica cried harder and harder. She finally stopped struggling, and her mother stopped spanking her, but she swore she could still feel the belt across her bottom.
“Now, are you going to clean your room the way you’re supposed to? If not, I can spank you again. I’m sure another good dose of the hairbrush and belt will make sure that you do what you’re told,” her mother said.
Jessica’s breath hitched as she spoke. “I’ll do what I’m supposed to. I’m sorry I was being lazy.”
“Good,” her mother said, “I’m sorry I had to spank you so hard, but I told you that if you didn’t do what you were told that I would spank you again. A promise is a promise, and when I promise to spank you for misbehavior, I keep my promise, don’t I?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for teaching me a lesson. I know I’ll be a good girl now,”Jessica said, her very sore bottom making her mean every word that she said.
“I’m glad. I want you to be my good girl,” her mother said, and kissed Jessica on the forehead just like she had every time she had ever spanked her since she was a girl. It meant that she was forgiven. Even though the spankings hurt enough to make her cry, she felt better afterward, because she knew she was a good girl again.
As she cleaned her room, Jessica thought back to when she was a teenager and her mother had informed her that just because she was in high school, that didn’t mean that she was too old to be taken over the knee for a long hard spanking on her bare bottom when needed. Jessica had protested, saying that yes, she was much too old for a spanking, especially on the bare bottom. She had yelled and stomped her foot and had told her mother that in no uncertain terms would she submit to even one more spanking. Her mother had then proceeded to take her firmly by the arm, yanking her pants and panties down with one arm while putting her unceremoniously over her knee. Jessica then got the spanking of her life, with the hairbrush for a solid ten minutes. Her protests had stopped fairly quickly, because she knew she was no match for her mother, and that her mother would just keep her over her knee spanking her until Jessica had absolutely no fight left in her. Jessica was soon reduced to a blubbering mass of quivering girl flesh, her bottom so sore that sitting was the last thing she wanted to do. That was when her mother started the ritual of making her sit on her sore bare bottom on the hard wooden chair for fifteen minutes. Her mother told her that since she was a teenager, stronger methods were obviously required. It took Jessica three more spankings and half an hour before she sat for the full fifteen minutes without jumping up from the pain in her sore bottom. Her mother had been insistent that this was the way it would be from then on, and that Jessica needed to learn to do what she was told or suffer the consequences.
That had been over two decades ago, and nothing had changed. Her mother might be more willing to use the belt for a second spanking when necessary, but that was the only change in all the years that Jessica had been spanked.
For the next week, Jessica had trouble sitting. Her mother had spanked her hard enough with the hairbrush and the belt to leave bruises on her sit spots, right where her mother wanted them. She knew that if it hurt for Jessica to sit for at least a few days, then the lesson would be learned that much faster. The worst lesson she had ever had to learn was when she was 16. Her mother had caught her shoplifting, and when the only excuse Jessica could come up with was that she had never been caught before, she hadn’t been able to sit for a month. Her mother had spanked her with the belt every day for two weeks, and the bruises had lasted for almost twice that long. Her mother had wanted to impress upon her the seriousness of what she had done, and Jessica never shoplifted again.
Not being able to sit for a week was a minor inconvenience compared to that punishment, even if it meant that she had to pretend that there was nothing wrong when she went to work. It was difficult to sit without wincing in pain, but she had to try. Nobody could ever find out that she was still spanked on her bare bottom by her mother at her age, and especially not on a regular basis. She would never be able to live it down.
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 To be continued?  Let me know!