Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler
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wasn’t going to be more severe. What if her kids were in the car and she had an accident with no insurance?
“I asked you a question, young lady!” Rick’s sharp voice cut into her reverie.
His voice, and looks for that matter, were at odds with his personality. He had shaggy blond hair, almost platinum, and deep blues eyes. He was fit and trim with plenty of muscles. He looked like the prototype of a California beach boy. He should be surfing somewhere instead of… Cheryl cut the thought off to answer him.
“Yes Rick, I know why I’m here.” Cheryl hung her head. “I forgot to pay some really important bills this month, which caused all sorts of problems.”
“Such as?” he asked quietly.
“It damaged our credit rating when I was late paying the bills, I endangered our family by driving without auto insurance, and even embarrassed my husband. Then I spent the money shopping so we had to cut into our savings account to pay the bills.”
“You really did it this time, didn’t you?” Rick said softly, “You will stand in the corner for 20 minutes. Use that time to think about what you did. You are going to get a very severe punishment today; in fact, I have your husband’s permission to go to any length I feel is necessary. Even the cane.”
“The cane!” Cheryl paled, “Rick, believe me, the cane will not be necessary, not if I can help it.”
“I’ll be back soon.” Rick smiled cheerfully as he left the room.
“Don’t hurry on my account,” Cheryl whispered sadly to his retreating back.
She knew from painful experience what failure to follow his orders would mean. Without hesitation she stood, reached up under her skirt to lower her panties, pulled up her skirt and stood with her nose in the corner. She hated the waiting but she also knew that when the waiting was over, she’d wish it had taken longer.
Finally, Rick returned.
“Cheryl, come here and we’ll begin to teach you a serious lesson about bill paying.” He patted his lap.
She placed herself over his knees, felt him raise her skirt and tensed. It was the wrong thing to do because it only made the first hard spank hurt even more. She didn’t have any time to worry about it though; that first spank was followed in rapid succession by countless others. The hard spanking covered her whole bottom and the tops of her thighs. It was very long, very hard and very fast. She was pleading and sobbing before it was even half over.
“Shut up!” he commanded sternly.
She tried to follow orders, with only partial success. Finally he stopped spanking her and gently rubbed her shoulders, before telling her in a soft commanding tone to go get the heavy paddle.
“The one with holes, Cheryl,” he said firmly but in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
Cheryl turned and actually stamped her foot. “Not the damned drilled paddle!”
Rick’s eyes narrowed. He said quietly, “Excuse me? What did you say young lady?”
Cheryl paled, “I’m sorry, Rick.”
Realizing she’d made a major mistake, she hurried to get the hated paddle and handed it to him, eyes downcast, but with no further comment. She placed herself into position over his knees without his even asking.
“You do know that little outburst will cost you, don’t you?” he asked.
“Does… does it mean the cane?” Cheryl asked, tearfully.
“Not yet. It probably should but I’ll give you one more chance,” he told her. “Any further disobedience will indeed mean the cane. For this first disobedience, I’ll go easy on you and just use the tawse instead of the leather strap.”
“Then you know it will go to the cane; I’ve never made it through the tawse without an outburst!” Cheryl protested.
“You’ll just have to try extra hard today,” he said coldly. “It’s all up to you.”
Without any further words he brought the paddle down in a crashing swat. SMACK! And so it began. Cheryl sobbed and pleaded and begged but the rain of merciless blows continued on her bottom and thighs until she was red and splotchy all over. He stopped paddling her and told her to stand in the corner for a short time.
He sat at his desk and sipped a glass of water. He hated punishing sweet Cheryl so hard but he also agreed with her husband: She had forgotten how much she hated the punishment, forgotten all her hard lessons on responsibility and really messed up. She was long overdue for a session and both Rick and her husband agreed that she needed it to be memorable.
He stood up abruptly and fetched the tawse from the cabinet. “Bend over the desk, Cheryl, and let’s get this unpleasantness over with. I’ll be quick; surely you can take two dozen without any outburst?”
Cheryl paled, “Two dozen?”
“Just hold onto the desk and take it,” he said. “It’ll be over in less than a minute”
She did try, really, but at the tenth slash of the tawse she was screaming, by the twelfth she was squirming, and there was sweat on her upper lip from her determination to hold on. Of course, neither Rick nor Cheryl realized she was sweating from the strain; they both thought the moisture was only from her tears. By the sixteenth, she thought she was going to die from the effort to hold her place, and by the seventeenth, she broke.
“Dammit! I can’t take any more!” She fell to the carpet sobbing, “I’m sorry, Rick, I just can’t!”
“You were so close, too,” he said softly. “But you know, I can’t let you off.” He walked over to the cabinet and put something in his pocket.
“I know,” she continued to sob.
He dropped down to the carpet, the tawse in his hand. “You know you need this.”
“Yes, Rick,” she hiccupped.
Almost gently, he pulled her over his knees and quickly gave her the final seven with the tawse. The strokes were sharp, fast and not really hard. Cheryl realized that even through the pain she was already feeling.
“And now, before the cane you will get ten with the brush for that disobedience.”
She squirmed, protesting, “Rick!”
“How many dozen do you want from the cane?”
She shut her mouth and took the ten, once again, though painful they were not the worst she’d ever felt.
“Now, assume the position for a good hard caning,” Rick commanded. “I think a dozen will be enough if you take them well.”
It took all her courage and determination but she took them well enough so that she only got an extra six. It was over!
“Take all the time you need,” Rick said gently. “When you’re ready, I’ll meet you in the consult room for our talk.”
“Thanks Rick.” Cheryl smiled through her tears.
“No problem.” He grinned as he left the room. “My pleasure.”
“Certainly not mine,” she muttered.
A short time later she met with Rick in the consult room.
“Have a seat,” he offered, handing her a video of her punishment.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Thanks but I’ll stand,” she grinned. “Gary’s gonna love this tape!” At his quizzical glance she added, “He replays them all the time and the last ones are so old.”
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