(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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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....