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Date Posted: 14:12:13 07/27/11 Wed
Author: Daniel
Subject: Re: I get spanked.
In reply to: Sara 's message, "Re: I get spanked." on 18:32:59 07/22/11 Fri

Once I left home and joined the military my mom never had the oppotunity to spank me although I know my sister got a few during the time she lived at home and went to college.
So for a long time, fears of spankings and such faded from my mind.
Then some years later I had a small business and befriended a young girl who worked for me. In fact she had had a very abusive home life and after an unsuccessful attempt at marriage showed up at our door one evening sobbing and soon was pouring out her sad tale of woe to my wife and me. We had a spare room and we agreed to let her stay on the condition that she not drink so much and would get a job as soon as possible so she could pay what was really minimal rent and only covered the food she ate. A week or so later one of my employees quit for some reason and I decided to offer Marissa her old job back since she had been pretty reliable and trustworthy in the past handling the cash receipts and talking to customers.
All went well for several months and she began to confide in me further about her father's drinking and discipline. As she grew up he often, not only spanked her on he bare behind but also, on occasion, took her mother over his knee and treated her mom as if she was a child. He apparently liked to make his wife remove her dress and underwear on evenings when he had his brother or a friend over for some beer to watch a ballgame on TV. Why her mom put up with this I have no idea, but Marissa told me that she did what she was told and hated to be naked or semi-naked when her father was in the mood and especially when he had someone else in their living room who would see everything. She had a brother who was a few years younger and her father delighted in making her stip in front of her brother and receive the spanking from him.
It took time but she and I sat and talked about these things on occasion after we closed the business doors and if I had a more detailed memory I could relate her stories more precisely.
One day the money count was either $20 or $40 off and she was crushed, thinking that she would have to reimburse me, although I never actually asked her to do that. But I was upset as this was, in the mid-70s, a fairly good amount of money equalling about two days worth of wages to her or one of the other employees.
Somehow as we discussed it I asked her what we should do as I couldn't afford what had to have been hr negligence or carelessness. I probably said that she deserved a good spanking so she would pay more attention to the money she was handling. Her reponse was " I know, I am sorry ...."
I thought about it and I know that the thought that I might be going too far crossed my mind but after a moment or two I told her that a spanking was a good idea. I think I asked her if she thought that a spanking would help her remember to be careful and she muttred something affirmative so I said for her to "come here." As she did I told her to unsnap her jeans and I reached for her forearm. I gently led her to lying over my lap and tugged the jeans down to her ankles. I am not sue sh thiought th spanking was going to b onher exposed behind, however once over my lap with on leg locked between my legs, there was no turning back. The only time she seemed to have second thoughts was when I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and began to pull them down also. But that only lasted a moment and she actually lifted herhips a bit so I could expose her heiney fornthe spanking.
After a few warmup spanks I began to smack her cheeks harder and soon her behind was beyond pink, not quite crimson, but definitely in the redish zone and quivering as she kicked her leg after each smack. Naturally she began to cry and after some more smacks my hand was sore and she was bawling outloud.
The shop was empty and all the doors closed so there was no one to hear her and while she cried considerably she never once begged me to stop.
When I thought she had had enough, and probably more accurately when my hand could not smack her behind any more I stopped and gently rubbed her butt and thighs, finally letting her stand up as I reminded her that the spanking had been her choice. She was more concerned with wiping her eyes with a tissue that I handed her than pulling her panties up from her ankles or covering her pubic area. Truthfully considering the full dark black almost perfectly triangular bush that she had, there was little else visible. And I have to admit that the boner I had devloped during the spanking as she lay all exposed on my lap made it difficult for me to stand or think of much else.
Over the next few months some further opportunities to give her a spanking occurred. She was occasionally late even though the ride from our house to the shop was only a few miles and I am sure I had woken her up when I left early in the morning so she would have an hour or two to shower and get dressed.
She dropped the new adding machine/calculator to the concrete floor once denting the side and every so often a $20.00 bill would be missing only to turn up a few days later after she had submitted for an ass reddening.
I bought a cheap plastic hairbrish and began to have her strip all or most the way before I put her over my knee. I had no doubt that she was sometimes purposefully doing something to create a discipline session and recalling the incidents she had related about her home life about her father's spankings I realised that she got some emotional release from being humiliated that way.
Often after a spanking and a hour standing in the corner I would stop with her at a nearby diner and we would have a snack and coffee.
One afternoon I thought the cash drawer was quite short and since she was the person handling the cash that day I accused her of being careless again. As soon as we closed up the shop she came into the back room and I made her disrobe but was very annoyed as this time the missing funds were close to $100 and I had business checks in the ether that I needed to cover at the bank the next morning. She disrobed without demuring and I soon had her in place over my knees. I really turned her rather pretty hind cheeks fire red and made her stand in the hallway outside my office naked except for some ankle socks while I finished some detail and called some customer about business.
When I called her back inside I told her that if she was going to act like a careless little school girl she would have to look like one. I had her sit on an office chair where she could lean back and I showed her the electric shaver I used, now and then, when my usually sparce beard had been forgotten at home.
" Lean back and spread you legs ..." I pulled a stool over and sat where I could shave her pubic hair off. I toyed with the idea of leaving a small strip on each side of the slit but decided to go all the way and soon she was as bald as when she was in grade school and sobbing again.
When the job was done I sprinkled some talcom powder on her belly and gently rubbed it between her legs. Then I told her to go out to the front office and get the dust pan and brush so she could sweep all the hair up from the floor.
That must have terrified her as there were large plate glass windows along the front of the sales room. I knew that with the large spot lights outside and the street lamps the glare made it impossible for a casual passerby to see into the sales room unless they stopped and pressed their face to the outside glass but she apparently hadn't figured that out and there had been some strollers walking past now and then. "Get going, we haven't all night or do you want another spanking.?"
So, slowly she did walk the hallway and across the salesroom to the corner where the dustpan was kept and returned.
I told her she was to keep her pubes bald til the end of the month and to wear a dress or skirt til then so I could inspect her now and then
A few days passed and she did wear a nice skirt, short but not a mini and one evening I took her to the local mall and bought her two more skirts and a white blouse to wear. She enjoyed that and even showed the clothes to my wife when we finally got to the house. I told my wife to write it off as "uniform expense" as some of her clothing had gotten soiled pretty badly when she had walked through the shop for some reason.
Then a week or so after the spanking and pubic unveiling my wife called from the home office to tell me that she had found almost $100 in one of my work shirt pockets and that was probably the missing cash. Of course it was, and I began to feel terrible. Marissa seemed to not mind and perhaps enjoyed the usual spankings which were really not all that hard but on that night I had been angry and, blaming her for the missing money, really spanked her hard and far more than I would have done otherwise.
Then there was the shaving and only that morning I had called her into my office, raised her skirt to under her armpits, lowered her panties halfway and I inspected her bald pubes using a bright flashlight so nothing was missed. There were other employees arriving but none opened the door to my office, but she had blushed bright red and stayed flushed all morning afterward.
Now I had to admit that the missing money was not her fault and I should not have punished her, at least not without waiting a day or two so that if it was merely misplaced it could show up.
It took me the rest of the afternoon before I decided that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. We closed the business that evening and everyone else left. I called her into my office to finish counting the money and once that was done began to confess my error and gross over reaction.
She began to smile and say that it was okay until she saw the hairbrush in my left hand, probably thinking that she was going to get another quick spanking for some excuse that I might have invented.
But I told her that the whole thing was my fault and I had been very careless in jumping to conclusions. I had been overly strict with her and I deserved the same treatment as she had received.
I don't think she quite understood as I handed her the hairbush and began to unbuckle the wide leather belt that held my work khakis in place. (This was before I developed a protruding belly and began to need suspenders, .....and, at times, a mirror.)
I started the zipper downward and then stopped telling her it was her turn to pull my pants down. Her eyes widened as she began to understand what I was offering and slowly she finished lowering the zipper and letting the slacks fall to my lower legs. She paused then, probably wondering if the boxers were to go also and my pride and joy poked its engorged head out through the front fly opening. I felt about as excited as I ever had felt except for times when engaged in actual coitus with a partner.
So Marissa first tried to push it back inside the shsorts but then realised that she could just pull the shorts down to my ankles. I had her help me step out of the pants and then the boxers and then stood before her naked except for a short crew shirt.
I had to point to the hard straight backed wooden chair that I usually sat on when she was over my knee and she then had the whole idea in her head and sat there pulling her skirt up over her thighs so she could be comfortable once I draped myself over her knees. I could feel my erection against her bare skin, pulsating slightly, at least until the first spank with the hairbrush struck my naked behind.
After a few testing strokes, as if she was still not sure if she should spank her boss this way she started to get more determined and my behind began to hurt. Soon tears were flowing and I began to hope she would stop soon. I got to the point where I was starting to bawl from the pain when she stopped and rested only to feel my butt with her her hand and then add a few parting smacks. The last sensation was from the handle of the hairbrush which she used to gently run between my cheeks, spreading them slightly as it went from the top of the crack to the back of my scrotum.
When she let me up I was really crying, but trying to regain contol of myself. My erection, which I thought had subsided was as much as ever and Marissa took a tissue and wiped the head where some fluid must have escaped.
Reaching the hair she tugged on one side saying that my pubic hair would have to go also just as hers had and I was to stay shaved also. I opened the cabinet behind me and dutifully handed her the electric razor. So I sat back in the office chair and let her shave me bald and it seemed that she took special pleasure in handling the testes and moving the stiff penis back and forth. Remember she had been maried for almost a year and certainly despite her young age had sufficient knowledge of male body parts.
I don't want to imply that we did these things in silence. There was considerable discussion and chit-chat all through both evenings, sometimes laughing and always teasing, often risque comments and friendly stroking here and there. I simply do not recall the words with exactitude. But we stopped short of ejaculation and later that night when my wife and I were in bed I exploded with sufficient extra fluid that my wife laughed and asked what I had been up to or watching on the adult cable channels.
I remember laughing exhaustedly and told her that I had accidently walked in on Marissa as she was getting out of her shower and trying to reach a towel. My wife said " you must have gotten a good look at her" And I replied that it was good enough. "Was she upset ?"
I said I didn't think so. "In recent months Marissa seemed relaxed and open about being naked with me, even joiningbus in the pool when we skinny dipped during the summer."
She had been living with us for about a year by then and so my wife didn't say anything further as she had had a good experience herself that night.
After the spanking I felt the guilt and responsibility slipping from my shoulders. That is what men seek when they allow themselves to be dominated for a while by a smaller and probably weaker female.

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Re: I get spanked. -- sara, 15:33:33 08/10/11 Wed

Re: I get spanked. -- Daniel, 19:52:34 08/24/11 Wed