Friday, June 29, 2007
The Tutor, Third Installment
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Judging by the comments that I have received over the past few days, you, my loyal readers, are anxiously awaiting the next installment of my latest recollections. I apologize for the delay, as I’ve been juggling this with several work and household projects, as well visits from Angela’s brother and sister, along with their pack of wild offspring. I hope that the quality of my writing proves worth your wait.
With Peggy busy doing corner time, I went into the bathroom to do some contemplation of my own. I took a few deep breaths to clear my head. Was this the right thing to do? Despite my rationalizations, was I really just doing this for my own pleasure? I queried my other brain, the one that dangles from my crotch region. Yes, I would enjoy this, but, curiously, I had no thought of engaging in other sexual activities with her. In fact, I felt a resolve that, should she desire to become more amorous once the spanking was complete, perhaps by way of apology or manipulation, that I would rebuff her. So was I doing this because I was angry with her? I was mad, but it was more than that. She needed to pay some sort of penalty for her reticence, and this seemed both expedient and appropriate. I took a couple more breaths, washed my hands and face, and went in search of my paddle.
I had recently picked up a fraternity-style paddle. I had used it previously, and it had proven very effective as an implement of spanking, but that is a story for another day. I retrieved it from it’s hiding place and brought it out to my living room. I moved what little furniture I had off to the side of the room except for an old arm chair, which I placed in the center of the room. I then summoned Peggy over.
“Now, here is how things are going to work,” I told her. “You’re going to bend over that chair and I’m going to start by giving you ten swats. It’s going to hurt, but I don’t want to see any jumping around or otherwise carrying on. I’m going to guess that you’ve never been paddled before…” to which she nodded her agreement, “…so I’m going to give you some leeway, but I expect you to make a good effort to stay in position until I’ve given you all ten. Do you understand?” She indicated that she did.
I told her this it was time to begin, and pointed toward the arm chair. I could almost see the butterflies swirling in her stomach as she began to ponder the second thoughts. I waited patiently while she made up her mind. At last, she stepped up to the chair and bent over it, holding onto the arms. I could see her arms and legs trembling slightly. I briefly felt sorry for her, but then I turned to the task at hand.
WHACK! Peggy immediately cried out, straightened up, and clutched her butt. I knew that I had hit her too hard. I struggled with the thought that maybe the spanking that I had planned for her was too much for her to take. I let her rub her backside for a few moments while I waited, expressionless.
At last she stopped rubbing. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I tried to stay still, but I didn’t think it would hurt that much.”
“That’s all right,” I said, solemnly. I nodded towards the chair and, after a brief hesitation, she bent herself back over.
I knew I’d have to pull my punches somewhat, but if I hit her too softly the entire spanking wouldn’t have the proper impact (no pun intended). I decided to try using mostly my wrist to generate the proper paddle power.
The second swat made her grunt, and she pulled her bottom inwards, but she kept her hands on the chair. Much better. I waited for her to settle down, which she did quite quickly. I tapped her with the paddle a couple of times, and gave her another swat, which got pretty much the same reaction.
After five swats I paused to ask her, “Does this hurt any more than you thought it would?”
“Yes!” she replied.
“You mean ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Okay…ummm… yes, sir!”
“Good! I just wanted to remind you that you’ve got a lot more swats to go, and they’re only going to get worse.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
I resumed the paddling, giving her the next five. I didn’t pause as much between swats this time. She surprised me by staying mostly still, although she did dance back and forth with her feet. She was also vocal, but not loudly so. I wanted to stand her up with the tenth swat, so I hit her almost as hard as the first one, making sure she felt it considerably through her jeans. The swat worked as intended, and she straightened and again grabbed her arse.
Peggy quickly apologized and bent back over. I smiled. She was obviously intent on satisfying me. “That’s okay,” I told her. “You can stand up now.”
I told her to go back to the stool in the corner and think about what she was experiencing. I poured myself a refreshment and sat down to read the newspaper for a few minutes.
Installment Four will detail what happens when Peggy's spanking resumes.
Go to Part Four
Judging by the comments that I have received over the past few days, you, my loyal readers, are anxiously awaiting the next installment of my latest recollections. I apologize for the delay, as I’ve been juggling this with several work and household projects, as well visits from Angela’s brother and sister, along with their pack of wild offspring. I hope that the quality of my writing proves worth your wait.
With Peggy busy doing corner time, I went into the bathroom to do some contemplation of my own. I took a few deep breaths to clear my head. Was this the right thing to do? Despite my rationalizations, was I really just doing this for my own pleasure? I queried my other brain, the one that dangles from my crotch region. Yes, I would enjoy this, but, curiously, I had no thought of engaging in other sexual activities with her. In fact, I felt a resolve that, should she desire to become more amorous once the spanking was complete, perhaps by way of apology or manipulation, that I would rebuff her. So was I doing this because I was angry with her? I was mad, but it was more than that. She needed to pay some sort of penalty for her reticence, and this seemed both expedient and appropriate. I took a couple more breaths, washed my hands and face, and went in search of my paddle.
I had recently picked up a fraternity-style paddle. I had used it previously, and it had proven very effective as an implement of spanking, but that is a story for another day. I retrieved it from it’s hiding place and brought it out to my living room. I moved what little furniture I had off to the side of the room except for an old arm chair, which I placed in the center of the room. I then summoned Peggy over.
“Now, here is how things are going to work,” I told her. “You’re going to bend over that chair and I’m going to start by giving you ten swats. It’s going to hurt, but I don’t want to see any jumping around or otherwise carrying on. I’m going to guess that you’ve never been paddled before…” to which she nodded her agreement, “…so I’m going to give you some leeway, but I expect you to make a good effort to stay in position until I’ve given you all ten. Do you understand?” She indicated that she did.
I told her this it was time to begin, and pointed toward the arm chair. I could almost see the butterflies swirling in her stomach as she began to ponder the second thoughts. I waited patiently while she made up her mind. At last, she stepped up to the chair and bent over it, holding onto the arms. I could see her arms and legs trembling slightly. I briefly felt sorry for her, but then I turned to the task at hand.
WHACK! Peggy immediately cried out, straightened up, and clutched her butt. I knew that I had hit her too hard. I struggled with the thought that maybe the spanking that I had planned for her was too much for her to take. I let her rub her backside for a few moments while I waited, expressionless.
At last she stopped rubbing. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I tried to stay still, but I didn’t think it would hurt that much.”
“That’s all right,” I said, solemnly. I nodded towards the chair and, after a brief hesitation, she bent herself back over.
I knew I’d have to pull my punches somewhat, but if I hit her too softly the entire spanking wouldn’t have the proper impact (no pun intended). I decided to try using mostly my wrist to generate the proper paddle power.
The second swat made her grunt, and she pulled her bottom inwards, but she kept her hands on the chair. Much better. I waited for her to settle down, which she did quite quickly. I tapped her with the paddle a couple of times, and gave her another swat, which got pretty much the same reaction.
After five swats I paused to ask her, “Does this hurt any more than you thought it would?”
“Yes!” she replied.
“You mean ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Okay…ummm… yes, sir!”
“Good! I just wanted to remind you that you’ve got a lot more swats to go, and they’re only going to get worse.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
I resumed the paddling, giving her the next five. I didn’t pause as much between swats this time. She surprised me by staying mostly still, although she did dance back and forth with her feet. She was also vocal, but not loudly so. I wanted to stand her up with the tenth swat, so I hit her almost as hard as the first one, making sure she felt it considerably through her jeans. The swat worked as intended, and she straightened and again grabbed her arse.
Peggy quickly apologized and bent back over. I smiled. She was obviously intent on satisfying me. “That’s okay,” I told her. “You can stand up now.”
I told her to go back to the stool in the corner and think about what she was experiencing. I poured myself a refreshment and sat down to read the newspaper for a few minutes.
Installment Four will detail what happens when Peggy's spanking resumes.
Go to Part Four
