Respect For Authority Part 2

[cajun_cutie]

As she sat staring anxiously at the door, she realized that she had started to get wet thinking of that first punishment she had received from him. She had plenty more spankings between then and now, and he was serious about the next time being more severe. She was no stranger to the sting of the paddle and the belt, but no matter how much it hurt, she would always stay so hot and completely wet throughout the entire punishment. She would soak her panties just thinking about the spanking he was going to give her for whatever she had done. No matter how much she dreaded the punishment, her tight little pussy stayed wet until she finally had his hard cock inside her, fucking her hard until she would cum so much, her juices would drip from her cleanly shaved pussy lips. Then she would cum over and over again until he would finally cum inside her, which was the biggest pleasure for her. She loved feeling his hot cum inside her.
As she sat there and waited for him, she began to rub her clit through her jeans. She knew she had crossed a line tonight that she would pay dearly for. She sat back on the couch and continued to rub herself to the point she had to unzip her jeans. She knew if she were caught cuming without him there to at least watch, she would get in trouble. She couldn’t even imagine the trouble she would be in tonight if she were caught touching herself after the mess she got herself into at work. She knew better, but she couldn’t help it. The thought of being draped over his lap was too much. She worked herself into a frenzy and was so lost in what she was doing that she never heard the door open. He stood there and watched silently until she was finished. After she had finished moaning and breathing heavy she open her eyes. To her surprise, he was standing there with his arms folded across his chest. She gasped “Hi baby! I didn’t hear you come in. How was the rest of the night at work? She rattled off while trying to zip her jeans up quickly. “Are you finished?” he asked with no emotion and no expression on his face. She put her head down, knowing she was in for it, and said quietly, “Yes, I’m finished”. He walked over to her, pulled her out of her seat, and in one motion had her draped over his knee. He reached underneath her and un-buttoned and un-zipped her pants and slid them off her legs. She had already begun pleading for him to forgive her and not to spank her. His only response was a hard smack on her panty-covered butt. She yelped in pain and decided that she should probably keep her mouth shut.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK!!!!!!!
His bare hand met her bottom hard over and over. Her panties were not absorbing any of the pain. She was already kicking and screaming, she also knew that her punishment had only just started.
He didn’t say a word as he slid her panties down to her thighs, exposing her already bright red ass. She begged him not to pull her panties down, just like she did every other time. There was just something about receiving a spanking on the bare that she dreaded. Maybe it was the humiliation of being bent over like a child with your naughty bottom up in the air, or maybe it was the tiny bit of protection the thin material provided, she didn’t know, but she dreaded having to endure a spanking with her panties down around her thighs. With her bottom bared now, he began to set her cheeks on fire with a 10 minute long hand spanking. He usually only used his bare hand for about 5 minutes, which seemed like an eternity for her. He smacked her hard, and didn’t let up until she was sobbing over his knee and her naughty ass was cherry red.
He made her stand in the corner for 15 minutes so the fire on her ass would turn into a throbbing ache. She had stopped sobbing and was just barely crying quietly now. He pulled he out of the corner and positioned her back over his lap. She began to cry harder and beg when she laid eyes on the paddle. She hated it so much. It hurt worse than anything! It was an old fashion schoolhouse paddle with the holes drilled in it and all. Before he began to paddle her, he started to lecture her.
“You were totally out of line tonight. You embarrassed me in front of guests and in front of the entire wait staff. You cost me 90 dollars out of my own pocket because of your fuck up on that table. Then you had the nerve to take out your mistake on me because you were having a bad night! You are lucky I am not writing you up for disrespecting a manager. You won’t be sitting comfortably for weeks when I get done with you!” She whimpered throughout let entire speech he made. She knew she fucked up, and she knew she was going to get exactly what she deserved.
He raised the paddle up above his head and she heard it cut through the air just before it made contact with her tender ass. SMACK!!! The first blow connected dead on. She screamed. He continued paddling her while she cried and begged for mercy. He was really good at using that paddle. He covered every inch of her bare bottom. Over and over again he raised the paddle and smacked her ass. She laid limp over his knee, his leg still on top of hers holding her down, and his other leg propping her ass up in the perfect position to paddle her. After what seemed like forever, (75 very hard smacks to be exact) he stopped, let her lay there and catch her breath, then he led her to the corner where her red and bruised ass would be on display for him.
After 25 minutes, he went and got her still softly crying, and led her back to the couch. Without a word, he reached down and undid his thick leather belt.
She immediately began to cry. “We are almost done. I am
going to give you 30 strokes with the belt, then you
will stand in the corner again and think about
everything you’ve done today and why you received the
punishment you received.” He said slowly and calmly as
he bent her over the arm of the couch. She was sobbing,
begging him not to strap her, trying to convince him
that she had already learned her lesson. But her pleas
fell on deaf ears. He placed his hand on the small of
her back, raised the nasty belt over his head and
brought it down on her sore bottom. She screamed loud as
the sting of the first blow spread all over her naughty
ass. He continued to lay on stroke after stroke, setting
every inch of her ass on fire. She was sobbing into the
couch cushions by the time he got to number 6. When he
had finished with all 30 strokes, she was a blubbering
mess. She stood in the corner for an hour thinking about
her punishment. By the time he came to get her out of
the corner, her shaved pussy was dripping wet. He bent
her back over the couch and fucked her very hard. His
balls were slapping up against her very sore, bruised
butt. Almost simultaneously, their bodies trembled as the waves of pleasure racked their bodies
They laid in bed that night and he held her while she slowly rubbed her sore ass cheeks. She told him that she was sorry and that she deserved everything she got, and she learned her lesson and would never do anything like that to him again. He smiled and kissed her gently. He couldn’t wait until her next punishment, which he figured wouldn’t be too far away knowing her.

[BlackVelvet007]

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