Michael & Lynn - Part 2
Edit - When I posted this I forgot to add that this is Part 2 of Guy's Michael & Lynn story. Didn't want to get wrong due credit. :) I only WISH I could write like him!! :)
It didn’t take Lynn and Michael long to get back from the restaurant. The drive was silent all the way. Michael seemed to be brooding and Lynn just sighed and moved from one position after another trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She couldn’t of course, because her bottom was still so sore from getting two very hard spankings in the last few hours. She gave up finally, resigning herself to the uncomfortable fire that was still burning hot, and sat quietly for the remainder of the drive.
She couldn’t get the whole embarrassing evening out of her mind, and the condition of her bottom was a constant reminder. First a spanking at home, and then rising to that awful Beth’s bait, and getting a second blistering in the restaurant ladies room. She just knew the place would be buzzing about what had happened. At least that darned Beth got hers too, she thought, cringing as she recalled the sight of them watching each other in the mirror while the sound of all that bare bottom smacking rang out so loud in their ears. And well, she thought, I won’t be having dinner there ever again. I won’t be able to even get near the place with out blushing. She sighed again. She couldn’t stop thinking about what was yet to come either. Michael had promised her that the first spanking was just a warm-up, and he was usually good to his word when it came to tanning her behind. So she fretted in silence as they rounded the corner and neared home.
Michael in the meantime was thinking too. He was still quite upset with Lynn’s behavior. Dinner had been much less than what he hoped for, and Roger shouldn’t be letting Beth drink so much. He sure hoped that brat would get another good spanking tonight. One she would remember for a long time. He thought of poor Lynn too. After spanking her twice this evening already, he was sure she deserved another blistering, but he just couldn’t decide on what to do. Her torments broke his heart. They both knew it, and it had to be eating her up just as much as it was him. As much as she needed and deserved a good spanking sometimes, and as much as he knew it had to be done, punishing her was always so hard for him. He loved her so very much. He knew, as did she, that spanking was right for them in every way. But it was so very hard for her too. She needed spankings, he understood, whether for punishment or just for their own sake, or even just for being playful. It freed her heart and eased her soul. It brought balance and peace and lasting love. It did the same for him, of course. And never in his life had he loved so deeply and so much. Never in his life was he more devoted. She was everything to him. Tonight he just didn’t know what to do with her.
A few moments later, as he turned into the driveway, Michael seemed to resolve the conflict. He sighed in relief, as he opened the car door for her and escorted her slowly inside their home. He hadn’t spoken to her the entire way back, but he did immediately upon locking the front door behind them. Very gently he said, “Lynn, please use the little girls room, strip to your panties, and meet me in the living room in a few minutes. I will be waiting for you”. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but her bottom still burned, and she scurried off in no mood to be indignant or argue. As he waited patiently, Michael adjusted the coffee table in front of the sofa into the position he wanted and placed a soft pillow there for her.
A few minutes later, Lynn shuffled slowly into the room with her head downcast and wearing only her panties as instructed. Michael was pleased that she’d chosen to obey him. She had to be pretty focused on her behavior by now he thought. As she neared him and he looked at her, he was stricken deeply once again with her beauty. He always was of course. As much as there was spanking and discipline in their lives, there was deep passion and desire and sensual love too. She thrilled him and aroused him in every possible way. He couldn’t ever think of her or touch her or look at her without wanting her. He loved her so equally much for that as well. And while there was much yet to be attended to here and now, making sweet sweet love to her was always on his mind too.
He rose to greet her as she approached and gently seated her on the pillow he had placed on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa directly in front of her and reached over and took her hands in his. She couldn’t raise her head to look into his eyes, and after a moment, he reached gently to lift her chin. Lynn balked at that, but Michael was tenderly persistent and finally had her looking at him the way he wanted. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he very softly said, “You and I are going to have a long talk little one. I know your bottom’s still smarting. And well it should be, the way you behaved this evening. That little show at Vic’s is over and done. We have to talk about truth young lady.” Lynn tried to hide her eyes once more, but Michael lifted her chin again. “Well the first thing we’re going to talk about is you looking at me when I’m talking to you”, he said quietly. Looking into her eyes with great intensity he asked her softly, “Do you know that it’s OK and good to look at me and to open up your heart little one? Do you know how much I love you and how you mean the whole world to me”? The eye contact unbroken, Lynn just sighed deeply and nodded.
He went on gently, “Do you know that the truth between us is something we need? Don’t you know that I will love you no matter what you might have ever done, no matter what you might ever think or ever say or ever do?” Michael continued with his probing questions, knowing she already knew the answers. And as the gentle scolding began to sink in, Lynn’s heart raced, and her breathing quickened. Looking at him and listening, she was still in her world, not in his. Michael knew.
Lynn could feel how deeply he loved her, and she felt so terrible about lying and keeping things from him. She wanted him to understand how she loved him too, but it was so very hard to put so much heartbreak behind her. How did a person learn to trust again after all she’d been through? She felt her heart so full of love. But all that tenderness had to be defended from the ones who claimed they cared and didn’t; from all the predators, real and abstract that had wounded her so deeply. And why this all was burning in her now, she couldn’t seem to understand. Was a tiny lie really so bad? Or was it just that she longed so much to free her soul. She searched her heart and found the answer that was always there. And she knew what Michael would say; was saying now in fact so gently, as if he was reading her mind. “It’s not the lie my little one. It’s the sadness and the fear that hurts us right from the start. There’s a time to be strong and a time to be free. Keeping it all inside just lets it grow bitter and even more painful. My love for you goes far beyond all that and so much more, my love”. As the calming love in his words burned into her heart, and without any warning from within, Lynn found herself sobbing uncontrollably, as she heard him say, “Stand up little one”. Clutching at him desperately she cried wildly, “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry”.
Helping her up, he held her close and whispered tenderly in her ear, “I know you are my love, and everything is going to be alright”. He led her gently into the bedroom and sat down on the warm comforter. As she stood crying, he turned her so she faced away from him. He stroked her back gently and kissed her tenderly just above the waistline of her panties. And finally with both hands beneath the elastic, and squeezing her still warm bottom gently, he lowered Lynn’s panties slowly all the way down and off. Turning her once again to face him, and without another word, he pulled her tenderly over his knee. She didn’t resist, and as he rested his hand firmly on her bottom, Lynn just sighed and cried. “Please”, she seemed to plead. She felt him reach over her to the nightstand and readied herself for the hairbrush she’d spotted there. Crying still, she blocked everything out of her mind and tried to look back at him but couldn’t. She gasped as she felt his hand leave her. She stiffened and cried even louder, but then felt a cool soothing sensation instead of a blistering smack. Michael was rubbing lotion into her sore behind.
Oh God, her heart wailed; how did he know I really needed that instead? She sobbed even harder now; letting it all pour out as Michael worked the lotion deeply into her skin. Onto her back and into the soft skin of her inner thighs, he massaged and rubbed and stroked her skin for what seemed like hours. Lynn cried and cried. Michael comforted her. He pulled her close, embracing her over his knee. Kissing her so tenderly, he stroked her hair and touched her cheek. He sang softly to her and told her what a blessed gift she was. She finally understood, as her heart emptied out the pain, and the peace of his love washed over her. Lynn came to a new resolve to trust and truth and love.
It didn’t take Lynn and Michael long to get back from the restaurant. The drive was silent all the way. Michael seemed to be brooding and Lynn just sighed and moved from one position after another trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She couldn’t of course, because her bottom was still so sore from getting two very hard spankings in the last few hours. She gave up finally, resigning herself to the uncomfortable fire that was still burning hot, and sat quietly for the remainder of the drive.
She couldn’t get the whole embarrassing evening out of her mind, and the condition of her bottom was a constant reminder. First a spanking at home, and then rising to that awful Beth’s bait, and getting a second blistering in the restaurant ladies room. She just knew the place would be buzzing about what had happened. At least that darned Beth got hers too, she thought, cringing as she recalled the sight of them watching each other in the mirror while the sound of all that bare bottom smacking rang out so loud in their ears. And well, she thought, I won’t be having dinner there ever again. I won’t be able to even get near the place with out blushing. She sighed again. She couldn’t stop thinking about what was yet to come either. Michael had promised her that the first spanking was just a warm-up, and he was usually good to his word when it came to tanning her behind. So she fretted in silence as they rounded the corner and neared home.
Michael in the meantime was thinking too. He was still quite upset with Lynn’s behavior. Dinner had been much less than what he hoped for, and Roger shouldn’t be letting Beth drink so much. He sure hoped that brat would get another good spanking tonight. One she would remember for a long time. He thought of poor Lynn too. After spanking her twice this evening already, he was sure she deserved another blistering, but he just couldn’t decide on what to do. Her torments broke his heart. They both knew it, and it had to be eating her up just as much as it was him. As much as she needed and deserved a good spanking sometimes, and as much as he knew it had to be done, punishing her was always so hard for him. He loved her so very much. He knew, as did she, that spanking was right for them in every way. But it was so very hard for her too. She needed spankings, he understood, whether for punishment or just for their own sake, or even just for being playful. It freed her heart and eased her soul. It brought balance and peace and lasting love. It did the same for him, of course. And never in his life had he loved so deeply and so much. Never in his life was he more devoted. She was everything to him. Tonight he just didn’t know what to do with her.
A few moments later, as he turned into the driveway, Michael seemed to resolve the conflict. He sighed in relief, as he opened the car door for her and escorted her slowly inside their home. He hadn’t spoken to her the entire way back, but he did immediately upon locking the front door behind them. Very gently he said, “Lynn, please use the little girls room, strip to your panties, and meet me in the living room in a few minutes. I will be waiting for you”. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but her bottom still burned, and she scurried off in no mood to be indignant or argue. As he waited patiently, Michael adjusted the coffee table in front of the sofa into the position he wanted and placed a soft pillow there for her.
A few minutes later, Lynn shuffled slowly into the room with her head downcast and wearing only her panties as instructed. Michael was pleased that she’d chosen to obey him. She had to be pretty focused on her behavior by now he thought. As she neared him and he looked at her, he was stricken deeply once again with her beauty. He always was of course. As much as there was spanking and discipline in their lives, there was deep passion and desire and sensual love too. She thrilled him and aroused him in every possible way. He couldn’t ever think of her or touch her or look at her without wanting her. He loved her so equally much for that as well. And while there was much yet to be attended to here and now, making sweet sweet love to her was always on his mind too.
He rose to greet her as she approached and gently seated her on the pillow he had placed on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa directly in front of her and reached over and took her hands in his. She couldn’t raise her head to look into his eyes, and after a moment, he reached gently to lift her chin. Lynn balked at that, but Michael was tenderly persistent and finally had her looking at him the way he wanted. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he very softly said, “You and I are going to have a long talk little one. I know your bottom’s still smarting. And well it should be, the way you behaved this evening. That little show at Vic’s is over and done. We have to talk about truth young lady.” Lynn tried to hide her eyes once more, but Michael lifted her chin again. “Well the first thing we’re going to talk about is you looking at me when I’m talking to you”, he said quietly. Looking into her eyes with great intensity he asked her softly, “Do you know that it’s OK and good to look at me and to open up your heart little one? Do you know how much I love you and how you mean the whole world to me”? The eye contact unbroken, Lynn just sighed deeply and nodded.
He went on gently, “Do you know that the truth between us is something we need? Don’t you know that I will love you no matter what you might have ever done, no matter what you might ever think or ever say or ever do?” Michael continued with his probing questions, knowing she already knew the answers. And as the gentle scolding began to sink in, Lynn’s heart raced, and her breathing quickened. Looking at him and listening, she was still in her world, not in his. Michael knew.
Lynn could feel how deeply he loved her, and she felt so terrible about lying and keeping things from him. She wanted him to understand how she loved him too, but it was so very hard to put so much heartbreak behind her. How did a person learn to trust again after all she’d been through? She felt her heart so full of love. But all that tenderness had to be defended from the ones who claimed they cared and didn’t; from all the predators, real and abstract that had wounded her so deeply. And why this all was burning in her now, she couldn’t seem to understand. Was a tiny lie really so bad? Or was it just that she longed so much to free her soul. She searched her heart and found the answer that was always there. And she knew what Michael would say; was saying now in fact so gently, as if he was reading her mind. “It’s not the lie my little one. It’s the sadness and the fear that hurts us right from the start. There’s a time to be strong and a time to be free. Keeping it all inside just lets it grow bitter and even more painful. My love for you goes far beyond all that and so much more, my love”. As the calming love in his words burned into her heart, and without any warning from within, Lynn found herself sobbing uncontrollably, as she heard him say, “Stand up little one”. Clutching at him desperately she cried wildly, “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry”.
Helping her up, he held her close and whispered tenderly in her ear, “I know you are my love, and everything is going to be alright”. He led her gently into the bedroom and sat down on the warm comforter. As she stood crying, he turned her so she faced away from him. He stroked her back gently and kissed her tenderly just above the waistline of her panties. And finally with both hands beneath the elastic, and squeezing her still warm bottom gently, he lowered Lynn’s panties slowly all the way down and off. Turning her once again to face him, and without another word, he pulled her tenderly over his knee. She didn’t resist, and as he rested his hand firmly on her bottom, Lynn just sighed and cried. “Please”, she seemed to plead. She felt him reach over her to the nightstand and readied herself for the hairbrush she’d spotted there. Crying still, she blocked everything out of her mind and tried to look back at him but couldn’t. She gasped as she felt his hand leave her. She stiffened and cried even louder, but then felt a cool soothing sensation instead of a blistering smack. Michael was rubbing lotion into her sore behind.
Oh God, her heart wailed; how did he know I really needed that instead? She sobbed even harder now; letting it all pour out as Michael worked the lotion deeply into her skin. Onto her back and into the soft skin of her inner thighs, he massaged and rubbed and stroked her skin for what seemed like hours. Lynn cried and cried. Michael comforted her. He pulled her close, embracing her over his knee. Kissing her so tenderly, he stroked her hair and touched her cheek. He sang softly to her and told her what a blessed gift she was. She finally understood, as her heart emptied out the pain, and the peace of his love washed over her. Lynn came to a new resolve to trust and truth and love.
posted by little one | 11/20/2005 07:40:00 PM
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