(M/F, cons, spank, humil)
Warning: This is a story of adult consentual spanking. This story is purely fictional, having no relation to any real people, places or events. If you are under 18 years old, this material is illegal in your jurisdiction or you find this material offensive, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
I rubbed my neck and glanced at Joy sitting next to me at the nurses station. "What a night! IV's, blood hangs, ICU emergencies, cranky patients. Joy, I am sick of sick people!" Joy nodded in firm agreement, then a big smile lit up her face. Uh oh, I thought, here it comes. Joy and I had been in more than a little trouble in our long friendship together.
Joy leaned over and whispered in a conspiratorial way, "Tonight let's go to the AMBER and have a few drinks after work." She lived for trouble. My life was more clear cut since my relationship with Rick. He brought some "law and order" in to it and I was better off for it. But tonight, I was weary of the straight and narrow. I wanted to cut loose and the AMBER was a good place to do it. Rick had no trouble issuing directives and down and out rules for me, to say nothing of enforcing them, and the AMBER was a place I was strictly forbidden to go to at any time. I wanted to go, though...everyone else was going. My bottom squirmed in the chair thinking of the last defiance I had offered up to Rick and his firm discipline. I was unsure if I wanted to take the chance or not. He told me that any further defiance would bring an exacting price, and I believed him...his word meant law in our house.
I struggled with this dilemma until nearly eleven when Joy and Charlene came up with the perfect plan...call Rick and tell him I was at their house. Oh yes, the plan had possibilities. I called Rick and told him I was going to Joy's house. I should have known better; he always catches a lie in my voice. But, tonight, he acted like nothing was wrong and said calmly, "Honey, have a good time." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was out of the woods. "Let's go girls, I'm free as a bird."
It wasn't but a half hour later sitting over drinks in white uniforms with skirts hiked up a little high from the bar stools, we were laughing and flirting and having a wonderful time feeling young and wild again. Then I saw Joy turn white and stare and I immediately followed her line of sight to gaze into Rick's furious eyes. 'Trouble' was my first name now. Rick strode over with a confident pace and put his arm around my waist possessively. Smiling at the girls, you never would have thought he had a care in the world.
"Well, ladies I hate to break this up, but Gabrielle here is going home...say goodnight to your friends, honey." I stammered a quick goodbye and exited with him.
Out in the parking lot, I had the bad sense to shake off his arm and glare defiantly at him and huff out some ill-timed remarks.
"Just what in the world do you think your doing pulling me out of there like I was twelve years old, and you were my Daddy come to take me home like some bad girl? How dare you?" Rick looked down at me with a look of amazement quickly turning to anger. With a haste that took my breath away, he propelled me over the hood of our car, yanked up my white dress and delivered several stinging spanks to my pantied bottom.
I screamed out, "Rick, not here! Please, not here!" He stood me up and looked into my startled and white face.
"No, no more here, but if you continue to act like this, I am willing to finish here." I went quietly and unquestionably to the passenger seat as he ordered. When he got in the drivers side, he turned to me and instructed me to pull my panties down to just above my knees.
"But Rick, why..." But Rick cut me off immediately.
"Keep silent and do as I tell you! With your bare bottom against the seat you will have plenty of time to think about what you just did, and what's going to happen when I get you home, young lady!" he retorted immediately. I had a forlorn pout on my face as I hooked my thumbs underneath the elastic waistband of my panties. I raised my hips and wiggled a little as I slithered them down my thighs until they were rolled neatly just above my knees. The ride home was tense and quiet, and I knew the price tonight would be high.
Softly and quietly I murmured the question that was in my mind, "Rick, how did you know where I was tonight?"
He looked at me and grinned, "Darling, child, you never can lie, why do you even try? I called Joy's house and Jeff...who by the way, doesn't care like I do, told me where all you girls were planning on going."
I sucked in my breath, knowing I should have followed my instincts. Rick cleared his throat and defined the outcome I could expect tonight. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head wishing I had made another decision.
Rick sent me to our bedroom to wait for him while he "calmed down" as he put it. I didn't suspect his calming down would lessen my punishment, but I went quietly and sat in a chair waiting his arrival with my bottom clenching in anticipation of the start of his spanking.
He entered the room, closed and locked the door and I knew that I would be the subject of his undivided attention. I would have willingly shared it with anyone at that moment. His voice started, and while he was soft spoken, the timbre of it gave away his intent.
"Gabrielle, I am so disappointed in you. I have few rules, but the ones I have, I expect to be obeyed. I told you that place was off limits and I told you why. I was not unreasonable. Now, compound that with lying, which as you well know, I will not tolerate, and you're in some big trouble."
My breathing came in pants and I looked at the floor. Rick came to me, put my head in his hands and raised it up, forcing me to look at him.
"I give the orders tonight, my child, and it's in your best interest to take them and not to argue or display that sassy side of yours that you like to bring out, understand?"
I understood well, and stood there while he firmly grasped my arms and placed me in front of the full length mirror. "Take a look at the uniform. It's white, it's the very definition of who you are...a healer, a professional, a woman....and yet you choose to go to a bar with a group of people that bring you down. It's unconscionable. What were you thinking?" I fought back tears, knowing that when Rick lectured and punished me it was always with love and respect, and with the intended meaning of elevating and enhancing my already good qualities. I felt embarrassed and he was correct. He gently removed my uniform leaving me standing in all white...bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. He told me to put my hands on my neck, latched in the back. I did that, and knowing that I can't maintain this posture long, he made his inspection quick yet thorough.
When finished with his agonizing "inspection," he sat on a straight back chair and called me to him. I stood in between his legs with my wrists firmly in his grasp, not daring to let my attention waver from him.
"Gabrielle, the last time I had to discipline you, I warned you that the next time you would not get off so easily...did I not?"
I choked back a smart remark, knowing it would inflame him even more, and simply replied, "Yes sir." Rick was intimidating and asked me what I deserved.
I replied, "A spanking, sir...a hard one that I will not forget and whatever else you deem necessary."
He offered a smile, and that made it a little easier to bear, knowing that he wasn't completely taken in anger.
"Why do I spank you, my little girl?" His questions seemed endless and prolonged the agony of the discipline.
"To help me to act better, Sir." His gaze never left my eyes.
"That's right, sweet one, and because I care about you. I can't let you get away with things...and I have to punish you strictly so that I make an impression." He then pulled me down across his lap, and still talking, made me feel ten years old.
As he positioned me over his lap, he continued to lecture me on my willful disregard of his orders. He pulled me in tightly to him so I would be in no position to squirm away.
"Oh Sir, please...please don't spank me hard. I'm really a good girl! I promise I'll obey you from now on!" I pleaded as I turned to look back at him. I wanted to catch his eye and try to evoke some sympathy. But he was his usual businesslike self, tending to his task without showing any hint of emotion or sympathy for his naughty victim.
I could feel him spreading my legs slightly at the thighs and feeling the garter straps. Suddenly, I felt his fingers inside the waistband of my thin white panties, and then the cool air washing over my bare ass cheeks as he slowly peeled them down my thighs to just above my knees. I knew he was adjusting my panties so they would be in a thin white roll across my lower thighs, framing the stocking tops and garter belt just above.
My face scarlet with shame, all I could do was look down at the floor as Rick's fingers spread open my thin cleft, inspecting me for any remaining signs of my last spanking. I knew he could see every hidden part of me, and tried to clench my buns together to hide from his intent gaze, but it was useless.
"Relax, honey child. You know you can't hide anything from me. Besides, I like to see you clench up in anticipation of a spanking...it makes my target more pronounced," he smirked, enjoying my discomfort at being talked to like a young pre-teenager.
"It's time for your spanking, Gabrielle," he announced in an even voice, softly, but with the hidden strength behind it that I love. He rested his hand on my bottom, and I quivered slightly, knowing what I would have to do next.
"Yes, Sir. I know I've been a bad girl, and I deserved to be spanked. Please spank me, Sir," I said, knowing I had to request my correction.
"Very well, young lady. You know the rules. Any missed or incorrect counts will result in the spank being given over again. And any excessive struggling or squirming will earn you extra spanks," Rick explained. "Is that clear?"
"Y...yes, Sir," I replied, knowing all too well that this was it.
"You may begin the count."
As was sometimes done, I was required to count the spank first, then Rick would administer the spank on the spot he chose. Although I set the pace as added embarrassment, if I was too slow on the count, Rick would give a "fill-in" spank to bring me back to an acceptable interval.
"One!" I said barely above a whisper.
SMAACKKK!!! The first blow came down on my poor bottom sharply, sending sparks throughout my lower regions.
"Two!" My voice was louder and firmer this time. I was determined I was going to be brave and take my spanking like a big girl to show Rick I could take whatever he could give me.
SMAACCKKK!!! The second one landed just above the first, high on my left cheek, causing some tingling.
After twenty spanks at a moderate pace, my buttocks were feeling prickly. Rick has a strong hand and it doesn't take much to get my bottom burning when he's on the job! By the time I requested spank number twenty, I was panting and my counts were more or less shouted out. I knew I was squirming and could feel his hardness pressing against my hips, but he held me firmly in place.
Then what I feared most happened. He told me to stop counting. I knew what that meant.
Rick would usually stop part way through my spankings to "check his little girl for naughty thoughts," as he put it. I felt him bend over as his right hand parted my ass cheeks and thighs. I could feel his breath on my whispy tuft of hair covering my pussy lips as his fingers wiggled their way to my little slit.
I heard him chuckle as his finger probed my womanhood and then withdrew...very wet indeed!
"I see my little girl is taking perverse delight in her punishment again, hmmm??"
I tried to bury my head and not answer, but a sharp spank on my bottom brought me back to the present.
"Answer me, young lady! Your wetness shows you still approve of my punishment methods, doesn't it?" he demanded in a steely voice.
"Yes, Sir. Your little girl approves of your punishment. I've been a naughty little girl and I deserve my spanking," I answered hesitantly, praying it was what he wanted to hear.
"Well, young lady, seeing as how you're enjoying your spanking so much, I'm going to make sure you keep your mind focused where it's supposed to be!" he lectured.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I knew it would certainly get my attention, no Ricker what. Rick was quite creative when it came to my spankings....and I knew this time would be no different.
I felt him stretching as if he were reaching for something. I felt him spread my butt cheeks wide apart with his fingers, and immediately sensed the tip of his other finger with something slippery and cool on it touch the center of my little brown button. I clenched up. Just as my anus relaxed, I felt his finger tip slide gently into my anus....then push steadily up into my rectum.
"Relax and remain still, my pet. I'm just lubricating you so my butt plug will slip in nice and easy," he explained.
'BUTT PLUG?!' I thought incredulously. My God, he can't be doing this!
"Oh please, Sir, puleeeze...not the butt plug. I'll never be able to face you again. Please don't embarrass me like this. I promise I'll be good and take the rest of my spanking well for you!" I pleaded. It obviously had no effect, as Rick ignored my begging and continued twisting and flexing his finger inside me, making sure that I was thoroughly slicked up for what was to come.
His finger finally slid out and my anus closed around it, returning to its normal diameter. I relaxed for just a second before I felt my cheeks being spread once again. This time, the sensation against my brown crinkle was colder...and I knew that this was the butt plug I had been promised. I hung my head low and scrunched up my face as I waited in anticipation for my asshole to be violated.
"Relax, honey. It will go in much easier if you don't resist it," Rick thoughtfully explained.
I tried to relax my bottom cheeks as the tapered end of the soft rubber plug began dilating my tight little anus on its way inside. I felt it get wider and wider, until it reached the end where my anus gripped down around the narrower detent at the end. I felt him tug it slightly to make sure it was seated properly.
"Now we're ready to finish your punishment for today, Miss Naughty. I trust you will be concentrating on what brought you here today for the rest of our session, won't you?" Rick inquired.
"Y...yes, Sir," I said simply, being at a complete loss for words at this point.
"You may continue the count, then."
I clenched my ass down around the butt plug as I prepared for the new onslaught of spanks.
'Twenty-one!" I almost shouted.
Rick kept raining down the blows with his strong, calloused hand every time I counted. I was sobbing by the time I got to thirty-five, and hoped we would be stopping at forty. As I counted out forty-two, those hopes were dashed. Finally we got to fifty and he exclaimed "That's enough!" loud enough to be sure I heard him.
Despite cessation of the spanking, I was still squirming on his lap, legs kicking wildly in the air, all pretense at grace and modesty having long evaporated. I wanted to rub my poor buns so badly, I almost did. I knew that rubbing myself without his permission would result in more spanking, and I certainly didn't need that now! I still felt the heat of shame in my face as I lay over his lap, bare bottom still exposed. I knew he could see the wide flange of the butt plug wedged between my cheeks, and I could sure feel the plug filling my insides. Despite the embarrassment of having the plug inserted by a man, I knew in my heart it was extremely effective in focusing my mind on the punishment at hand.
Rick let me lie there for a minute or two until I composed myself. Then his left hand went to my shoulder and exerted some pulling pressure as he told me he wanted my on my feet. Thankful the spanking was finally over, I was only too happy to comply. I got to my feet and stood in front of him with my legs spread as far as my panties at my knees would allow and my hands clasped behind my back. Suddenly I realized that I still had the butt plug inside me. I wondered if he had forgotten to remove it before I got up, but I dared not question him on this. Rick was very thorough in the preparation and execution of his spankings, and I trusted that he would take it out when he was ready.
He tugged my panties all the way down to my ankles, leaving them puddled at my feet. After surveying me for a moment, he ordered me to squat down right where I was. Using my hands to support myself, I squatted down facing him, feet flat on the floor and knees spread. I watched his every move as he came before me and squatted down facing me and fixed his blue eyes on mine. While I was transfixed on his eyes I barely felt his hand move down between my legs, his wrist brushing my pussy as his fingers found, then grasped the end of the butt plug. As he twisted and pulled on the butt plug, his eyes never wavered from mine...searching my innermost feelings and looking for any little reaction I was having to the sensations of what was happening down between my nether cheeks.
The plug came out fairly quickly, my sphincter grasping at it as the length narrowed until it was all the way out.
I smiled with relief as he had me stand again.
"Return to your position, young lady, and don't move until I tell you!" he ordered. I kicked off my now-useless panties and resumed the leg-spread, hands-behind-my-back position while he went into the bathroom. I could hear the water running in the tub, and soon the fragrance of some bath oils came drifting out.
As I was daydreaming of what might come to pass today, I didn't hear him as he snuck up behind me. His firm hands encircled my waist, then moved around to my flat tummy, hugging me close to him.
"Who cares about you enough to spank you?" he purred softly in my ear.
"You do, Sir," I whispered back.
"Who forgives you after you've been naughty and taken your spankings?
"And who loves you more than anyone else," was his final question.
"Oh, only you, Sir!" she responded breathlessly.
"You are forgiven, honey. You've taken your spanking like a big, brave girl, and I'm so proud of you. It's time you had your bath. Come along," Rick instructed as he led me into the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, he ordered me to remove my stockings, garter and bra. As I knew he required, I folded each article of clothing carefully and handed them to him one by one, offering each piece to my disciplinarian with both hands and a bowed head.
Once he inspected me to be sure I was completely naked, he helped me into the tub. I closed my eyes and smiled as I sank into the hot, fragrant water. His hands held a soft sponge which he began working slowly over my breasts...and I squirmed as I dreamed of the pleasures we would soon be sharing. Just my strict "Daddy" and me....