The Day That Things Would Change Forever - Part 2
Read part one here.
They sat quietly on the bank of the lake, her staring out into oblivion it seemed. Her mind was reeling though. He knew it was. This wouldn’t be the first time he had spanked her. She wasn’t too keen on it at all, or so she kept telling herself, but she knew it actually helped her the few times he did. They discussed it at great lengths afterwards. This would be the day that it would be implemented into the rest of their lives.
He sat beside her silently holding her hand as he watched the last family leave the lake. He had his plan all laid out. When the last family faded out of sight he would stand and pull her up with him.
As the sun was setting over the lake with its warm glow reflecting on the water he stood, bringing her with him. She balked at first, not ready to go home. Little did she know they weren’t going home yet. She stood with him and let him embrace her in a gentle hug. The tension was so thick, her body rigid. He broke their embrace and pulled her along behind him to their favorite spot along the wooded path that lined the lake. With everyone gone he knew this would be the perfect spot. She was still clueless to his plan. She followed him quietly to the picnic table that they frequented often. He sat down on the bench and pulled her down to sit on his knee. He wanted to know what possessed her to dump their son on their friends and stay out all night while he was away on business. All she could do was shrug. He didn’t see much need for words at the moment because she wasn’t going to offer him anything until her bottom was glowing.
He swiftly stood her up and immediately over his knee. She didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late. She gasped and squealed as she fell helplessly over his knee. He quickly threw one leg over hers to hold her in place. Still protesting with her hands flying back to cover her soon to be well spanked behind, he pinned them right to the small of her back. He immediately got down to business, raising his hand high and landing it sharply or her shorts covered bottom. She squealed even though he knew she had way too much protection covering the intended target for her to feel much impact from it. As he began in earnest she began her pleas. Never had she been so embarrassed her entire life. Her mind was racing. What if someone happened along and heard the activities, or even worse, what if someone actually SAW the activities? She thought she would just die. Was he going to bare her bottom for all of nature to see? He would all right, she just didn’t know it yet. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she was too aware of her surroundings to allow herself that luxury. She was in total shock that he upended her like this and was now spanking her backside in public. He hadn’t even spanked her that many times during their relationship, let alone to be doing in public? She was still in the anger stage, fighting him every step of the way when he stopped abruptly. The few times he had spanked her she knew this wasn’t the way he ended it. She didn’t know if he was actually feeling sorry for her and was going to stop or if he was going to (gasp) bare her bottom next. She was soon to find out.
He all but threw her on the ground as he stood with intense purpose. She was shocked by his forcefulness. He had to actually grab her to keep her from falling to the ground. He pulled her up by her elbow and held a tight grip as he stared deep into her soul. He shook a finger at her and the scolding began. Everything she thought he’d say when she debated whether to do something that she knew he would frown upon was being said now. She had to admit to herself though that she never really dreamt that he would spank her, especially in public! There was ten minutes of solid scolding and him shaking his finger at her as she stood there feeling like a naughty child. She could feel the tears wanting to come, but as always she fought them back hard.
He was determined to get through to her today. His aim was to break through her anger and fears. He thought that spanking her publicly could achieve this quicker, even though he knew that it was very unlikely that anyone would happen upon them. The embarrassment of a spanking was a big part of it all, and knowing that she had disappointed him to the point of him resorting to this type of thing really affected her. She often wondered why he didn’t do it more often. She secretly desired this for a long time. She liked the closeness that she felt to him after the few times that he had spanked her, but what she couldn’t quite understand was the tingle she felt in her most private place each time he spanked her. Even now, fighting back her tears as she stood in front of him being scolded like he had never scolded her before, she began to feel that tingle again. Man oh man, what the hell is up with this, she thought as she was fighting to control all her emotions.
He sensed he was beginning to lose her attention. It was time to get serious with the spanking. He reached down and began to unfasten her shorts. He looked up at her to see the terrified look on her face. “You can’t!” She screamed. “I can’t?!? I believe I AM!” “You can’t bare my bottom out here!” She screamed. “Not only can I, but I WILL! I think it’s just what you need!” Her anger was reaching its peak just as he let her shorts fall to the ground and pulled her completely out of them. Without another word his foot was on the picnic bench and she was bent right over his thigh. He started fast and furious, leaving no place on her exposed derrière untouched. She squirmed and wiggled like you wouldn’t believe, trying to set herself free. The harder she fought, the harder he spanked. He began to concentrate on that super sensitive “sit spot” where bottom meets thighs. Her squeals became shrill screams rapidly. She no longer cared about whom, if anyone was hearing or even watching for that matter. All she cared about now was the heat that was rapidly building on her backside.
He lifted her off his thigh and guided her over the edge of the picnic table. Her protests went unheard. With one hand planted forcefully into her lower back she was unsure what she was hearing. It was an unfamiliar sound to her when she was being spanked. Dare she turn to look? This was all so new to her really. She wasn’t sure how he would react if she tried to turn her head to look. She was jolted from her thoughts by the sound of his voice. "You stay put young lady, don't you dare move!" She felt so exposed with the cool evening air brushing her bare, freshly spanked globes. With that, she felt his hand leave her back and her mind was racing again. What was that sound? What the hell was he doing? She knew she dare not look now, after hearing the tone in his voice.
They sat quietly on the bank of the lake, her staring out into oblivion it seemed. Her mind was reeling though. He knew it was. This wouldn’t be the first time he had spanked her. She wasn’t too keen on it at all, or so she kept telling herself, but she knew it actually helped her the few times he did. They discussed it at great lengths afterwards. This would be the day that it would be implemented into the rest of their lives.
He sat beside her silently holding her hand as he watched the last family leave the lake. He had his plan all laid out. When the last family faded out of sight he would stand and pull her up with him.
As the sun was setting over the lake with its warm glow reflecting on the water he stood, bringing her with him. She balked at first, not ready to go home. Little did she know they weren’t going home yet. She stood with him and let him embrace her in a gentle hug. The tension was so thick, her body rigid. He broke their embrace and pulled her along behind him to their favorite spot along the wooded path that lined the lake. With everyone gone he knew this would be the perfect spot. She was still clueless to his plan. She followed him quietly to the picnic table that they frequented often. He sat down on the bench and pulled her down to sit on his knee. He wanted to know what possessed her to dump their son on their friends and stay out all night while he was away on business. All she could do was shrug. He didn’t see much need for words at the moment because she wasn’t going to offer him anything until her bottom was glowing.
He swiftly stood her up and immediately over his knee. She didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late. She gasped and squealed as she fell helplessly over his knee. He quickly threw one leg over hers to hold her in place. Still protesting with her hands flying back to cover her soon to be well spanked behind, he pinned them right to the small of her back. He immediately got down to business, raising his hand high and landing it sharply or her shorts covered bottom. She squealed even though he knew she had way too much protection covering the intended target for her to feel much impact from it. As he began in earnest she began her pleas. Never had she been so embarrassed her entire life. Her mind was racing. What if someone happened along and heard the activities, or even worse, what if someone actually SAW the activities? She thought she would just die. Was he going to bare her bottom for all of nature to see? He would all right, she just didn’t know it yet. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she was too aware of her surroundings to allow herself that luxury. She was in total shock that he upended her like this and was now spanking her backside in public. He hadn’t even spanked her that many times during their relationship, let alone to be doing in public? She was still in the anger stage, fighting him every step of the way when he stopped abruptly. The few times he had spanked her she knew this wasn’t the way he ended it. She didn’t know if he was actually feeling sorry for her and was going to stop or if he was going to (gasp) bare her bottom next. She was soon to find out.
He all but threw her on the ground as he stood with intense purpose. She was shocked by his forcefulness. He had to actually grab her to keep her from falling to the ground. He pulled her up by her elbow and held a tight grip as he stared deep into her soul. He shook a finger at her and the scolding began. Everything she thought he’d say when she debated whether to do something that she knew he would frown upon was being said now. She had to admit to herself though that she never really dreamt that he would spank her, especially in public! There was ten minutes of solid scolding and him shaking his finger at her as she stood there feeling like a naughty child. She could feel the tears wanting to come, but as always she fought them back hard.
He was determined to get through to her today. His aim was to break through her anger and fears. He thought that spanking her publicly could achieve this quicker, even though he knew that it was very unlikely that anyone would happen upon them. The embarrassment of a spanking was a big part of it all, and knowing that she had disappointed him to the point of him resorting to this type of thing really affected her. She often wondered why he didn’t do it more often. She secretly desired this for a long time. She liked the closeness that she felt to him after the few times that he had spanked her, but what she couldn’t quite understand was the tingle she felt in her most private place each time he spanked her. Even now, fighting back her tears as she stood in front of him being scolded like he had never scolded her before, she began to feel that tingle again. Man oh man, what the hell is up with this, she thought as she was fighting to control all her emotions.
He sensed he was beginning to lose her attention. It was time to get serious with the spanking. He reached down and began to unfasten her shorts. He looked up at her to see the terrified look on her face. “You can’t!” She screamed. “I can’t?!? I believe I AM!” “You can’t bare my bottom out here!” She screamed. “Not only can I, but I WILL! I think it’s just what you need!” Her anger was reaching its peak just as he let her shorts fall to the ground and pulled her completely out of them. Without another word his foot was on the picnic bench and she was bent right over his thigh. He started fast and furious, leaving no place on her exposed derrière untouched. She squirmed and wiggled like you wouldn’t believe, trying to set herself free. The harder she fought, the harder he spanked. He began to concentrate on that super sensitive “sit spot” where bottom meets thighs. Her squeals became shrill screams rapidly. She no longer cared about whom, if anyone was hearing or even watching for that matter. All she cared about now was the heat that was rapidly building on her backside.
He lifted her off his thigh and guided her over the edge of the picnic table. Her protests went unheard. With one hand planted forcefully into her lower back she was unsure what she was hearing. It was an unfamiliar sound to her when she was being spanked. Dare she turn to look? This was all so new to her really. She wasn’t sure how he would react if she tried to turn her head to look. She was jolted from her thoughts by the sound of his voice. "You stay put young lady, don't you dare move!" She felt so exposed with the cool evening air brushing her bare, freshly spanked globes. With that, she felt his hand leave her back and her mind was racing again. What was that sound? What the hell was he doing? She knew she dare not look now, after hearing the tone in his voice.
posted by little one | 12/07/2005 09:15:00 AM
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