by Ashlynn Ally
I stand there swishing my tongue back and forth across my teeth, trying to get all the soap out. “Can I at least rinse my mouth out?”
“You can rinse your mouth out when I say you can rinse your mouth out,” Justin says bossily. “Maybe having the taste of it in your mouth for the rest of your spanking will help you learn to clean up your language!”
Suddenly, without much of a warning, I feel his fingers in my panties. Only this time, instead of yanking them down, he pulls them up across my hips, causing all of the material to scrunch up in my butt crack like a thong. It gives me a killer wedgie and leaves pretty much all of my cheeks exposed. Then he holds me up like that, using his elbow to press into my back and even further hold me still. When I see his arm swing back with the bath brush, a sob racks my throat before the first hit even comes in for landing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I’m already begging, at about the same time the brush makes its first splat against my bare ass. I suck in my teeth and let out a small moan, trying to twist out from under Justin’s grip.
“Hold still,” he commands, giving me another smack with the brush. I omit a yelp and try again to straighten myself, but his elbow just digs deeper into my back. He also pulls my panties into my ass crack even tighter. “Wiggling around like that is just going to make this all the more worse for yourself, you got that?”
“It hurts,” I give a small explanation, trying to lift myself up on my tiptoes as much as possible so the panties aren’t being pulled so hard into my butt crack. Between the awful taste of soap in my mouth, the hard sink pressing up against my tummy and ribcage, Justin’s elbow in my back, my burning ass cheeks, and the wedgie up my butt, I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life. “Can’t you put me over your knee again? And use your hand?”
He laughs shortly like he’s never heard anything more ridiculous in his whole life. “Really?” he asks, swinging his arm back and bringing another hard smack down onto my butt. Somehow, being able to see everything he’s doing in the mirror makes this more horrible than ever. “You think you deserve to be nice and comfy for this spanking? Is that what you think?”
He gives me another smack and I give another yelp, hopping around on my tiptoes like a trained monkey reaching for a banana. “Maybe a little bit,” I squeak out pathetically.
Justin just chortles a bit, and then smacks me again. Every time I jump, he seems to pull my panties tighter and higher up my hips, making my crack where the material is pressing start to sting almost as much as my cheeks.
“Maybe a little bit,” he repeats unflappably, winding his arm back again. This time, the smack to my bottom makes a low moan erupt from somewhere deep inside me, a place I never even knew existed. Then I get another and another, until before I know it I’m breaking down in sobs.
“Well, I don’t think you deserve it at all,” he goes on, still landing spanks across my backside, the only relief coming from the time it takes him to swing back his arm. “You’ve been very, very naughty today, young lady, and I’m going to keep spanking you right here up against the sink with your panties pulled up against your little tushie crack until I’m good and sure you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand me?”
“I’ve learned my lesson!” I burst out as the big, hard bath brush continues to crash down over my aching butt cheeks. “I promise, I have. Please! Please, stop! I’ve had enough!”
“I’ll be the judge of that!” he says sternly with another smack, smack, smack, my poor butt wiggling like a big mound of jello on a trampoline. It’s too much, I can’t take it anymore. Hardly thinking about what I’m doing, I go to protect my bottom the only way I can, which is by wrapping one of my arms behind me and covering my butt with the back of my hand. I have to use my other arm to keep myself propped up against the sink, otherwise I’d fall into it.
“Move your hand,” Justin says immediately, stern and direct. “Put it back on the sink. Now.”
“Noooo…” I whine. I try to get in a deep breath or two, this being one of my first breaks from the barrage of smacks since the soap came out of my mouth.
“What!?” Justin barks at me. “Did you just say no to me, young lady? Did you?”
With that, Justin lets go of my panties long enough to grab the wrist of my offending hand. Then I feel him bunching up my panties again, only this time he’s somehow manages to hold my wrist in the same hand, yanking roughly at my underwear. I give a cry of admonishment at this, but then soon realize it’s the least of my problems as Justin starts in with the brush again.
“You don’t say no to me while I’m punishing you, do you understand me, young lady?” he demands, smacking me harder than ever. “I don’t ever want to hear that word come out of your mouth again during a spanking!” I’m in so much pain, I writhe and wiggle as best I can, trying to free my hand to again protect my bottom, but it’s hopeless. Justin holds it firm as the whacks keep coming. “Now, do we understand one another, young lady?”
“Yes!!” I wail out. “I’m sorry!”
Smack smack, one on each cheek, which seems to be his method of choice for this particular spanking. “Yes, what?” he says, and then another two smacks. “I’m sorry, what?” Another two, burning my butt as if I just sat on top of a pile of burning hot coals.
“I’m sorry, sir!” I correct myself, nearly screaming by now. “Yes, sir!”
“That’s better,” he says calmly, and then resumes spanking me. By now I’m doubled over the sink, with only energy left to sob, though I would give anything to escape this. Then, finally, after what seems like ages, comes the words, “Now do you think you’re ready to behave yourself?”
“Yes, sir,” I blubber out in an unusually high-pitched voice. “I’m ready, I’m ready. I’ve been ready since you first started spanking me, I swear.” Seriously, I’m not sure why I keep on forgetting just how painful, not to mention humiliating, this could be…
“Well, okay then,” Justin says, still holding me tight against the sink, my panties still digging into my butt crack so hard I’m surprised I haven’t split in two yet. “And how are you going to behave yourself?”
“No smoking… no stealing…” I stammer out, trying desperately to think up more things to appease him.
“No more attitude?” he helps me along. “No more tantrums and sneaking off in the store?”
“No, sir,” I agree readily. “No, sir, please, I promise I won’t, just stop. Stop spanking me. It hurts so bad.”
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not!” I cry out with a long wail. “Why not? I said I learned my lesson.”
“I know what you said,” Justin says evenly, and I feel him rubbing the smooth hard backside of the brush against my stinging ass cheeks now, which would have been soothing if it weren’t so nerve-racking. “Considering just how naughty you were today, now you’re going to get a spanking on your thighs. Your behavior was unacceptable today, Jaden, and now you’re paying the price. Do you understand me?”
“Noooo,” I draw out the word whiningly, shifting my hips back and forth. Not only am I desperate for relief from my throbbing ass, but from the panties up my crack as well.
“No?” Justin snaps. “Are you saying you don’t understand?”
“I understand I just don’t want to be spanked anymore,” I try to explain. “Please! I said I’m sorry and I am. Just no more, please!”
“Hold still,” is all Justin says, completely ignoring me. Like a baseball player up to bat, he takes a few light practice swings, tapping me lightly right on the spot where my cheeks meet my thighs, and then all at once the smacks come, hard and fast. He gives me five or six in a row, all exactly in the same place. The pain is searing, and the bathroom echoes with my cries and the slaps, so loud that I’m sure anyone within a five-mile radius from us knows exactly what’s going on in here. Then he moves onto the other thigh and does the same thing. By the time he’s done, I’m crumpled over the sink and crying so hard I can’t make wor
ds.
He lets me stay like that for a minute or two, not speaking. Though he’s not spanking me anymore, he’s still holding me in place against the sink with my panties pulled tight into my butt. Finally, my cries subside, and Justin’s words cut through what’s left of them. “It’s not very nice having your bare bottom held up in the air by your panties like this so I can give it a good hard paddling, now, is it?”
“No, sir,” I mumble out, my panties still pulled up painfully into my crack and the taste of soap in my mouth faint by now, but still evident and disgusting.
“And I bet it feels even worse to have your panties digging into you like this, while all the while I’m making your exposed little butt cheeks nice and sore and red so that every time you try to sit down for the next few days, you’ll remember exactly why it’s a good idea to behave yourself around here.”
“I will!” I squeak out. I’m not sure just what exactly he wants me to say, but I’ll try for anything to get the panties out of my ass and some water in my mouth.
“And are you going to remember who’s in charge around here? Or are we going to have to have another little repeat trip to the bathroom for a little more of this?”
He holds up the bath brush again and gives a good hard yank and a little twist of my panties, nearly lifting me up off my toes and making me cry out in a mixture of surprise and pain.
“No, sir, no, sir!” I fumble out. “I’m going to remember. You’re in charge.”
“Good, Jaden, very good. Maybe I’m finally starting to get through to you.” With that, he begins to let out some of the material of my panties, finally giving my butt crack some much-needed relief. “Now, are you ready to rinse your mouth out now?”
“Yes, sir,” I sigh, relief finally beginning to flow over me.
“Well, alright. Go ahead.”
He still won’t let go of my panties while I’m filling and refilling my mouth with water. It’s a little weird but I can’t complain too much, considering I’m finally able to get the awful taste of soap out of my mouth. When I’m done, Justin takes me by the arm and, still holding onto a fistful of my panties, directs me out in front of him into the hallway. Only instead of going into one of the bedrooms like I assume, he takes me downstairs. Then he marches me into the kitchen to a collect a wooden stool and, still holding me by the panties, into his office, where I’ve never been before.
The curtains are drawn, and it’s dark. There’s a monstrous desk taking up most of the space, covered with a big desktop computer, along with a printer and a bunch of paper. Other than that, there isn’t much else to see, besides a tall filing cabinet in the corner where Justin drags me now.
“Your punishment isn’t over yet,” he says, setting the stool down in front of the filing cabinet. “Now you’re going to sit here in my office with me, on your sore little bare bottom on this hard wooden stool, and you’re going to be writing some of those lines I was telling you about before.”
At that, he tucks the hem of my skirt into its waistband, and then gives my panties one last jerk into my butt crack before pushing me down onto the stool. I wince and immediately start shifting back and forth between butt cheeks on the stool. I’m dying to pick the wedgie I still have, but something tells me Justin won’t approve of that.
“Sit still,” he says. “No fidgeting. You know what fidgeting will earn you? I’ll pull you up off of that stool and sit down on it myself, and then I’ll flip you right over my knee and spank that red little rear end of yours raw. You got that?”
In response, I force myself to sit as still as a field mouse, even though it takes all the willpower I have not to keep shifting.
“That’s better,” he says, and then goes over to his desk to grab a stack of paper. “Now, I want you to write, ‘From now on I will behave myself and if I don’t I will receive a hard bare bottom spanking.’ Three pages worth, front and back.”
He sets the paper and a pen down on the filing cabinet in front of me. I’m dying to snap something acerbic and cutting at him, but my butt is still stinging like I’d just been dragged across concrete, and I’m not sure I can take anymore. Hardly giving Justin the benefit of even a glance, I bend my head low over the papers and start writing.
Chapter Sixteen
While Justin works on his computer, I write line after mindless line, the letters starting to lose meaning after a while. On top of my butt cheeks throbbing from being splayed out across a hard wooden stool, and my ass crack still stinging from the awful wedgie Justin is making me live with, my hand starts to ache too. I begin wishing I were ambidextrous so that I could give my dominant hand some relief and at the same time keep writing with my left and get this whole thing over with. I keep glancing at the clock; it’s sort of late but not that late since I didn’t get up till noon. At first it’s eight o’clock, then eight-thirty, then nine.
When I finally finish, I’m not sure what to do, so I just stack the papers neatly to the side and then will Justin to look at me and free me from this nonsense. Eventually, his head pokes up from around his computer to glance at me, and when he finds me looking back at him, seems slightly surprised for a half a second, giving me the impression he had been checking on me periodically this whole time.
“I take it you filled up the pages?” he says, rising from his chair to come peek at my work. “Very good, Jaden. I’m proud of you. Now, I’m going to leave this taped up to your bedroom wall for the next week or so to serve as a reminder.”
“Why does something tell me you’re not kidding,” I mutter, sucking part of my lower lip into my mouth and furrowing my brow.
“Because I’m not,” Justin snaps, most likely in reference to the edge in my voice. “You’re also grounded for the rest of the week as well.”
I take a moment to mull this over. “What about my new phone?”
“You can have it when you go to school but as soon as you get home, it’s mine for the rest of the day.”
“That’s stupid, who am I going to call when I’m at school anyway?”
“Stop pouting,” he says. “After the way you acted today, you deserve every moment of this punishment. Now, I know it’s going to be hard for you for the next few days while you adjust to the patch, but eventually it will get easier, and then I don’t want to see anymore of you acting like a spoiled little brat who needs her butt spanked. You got that?”
He’s lecturing me again. I hate being lectured, yet realize by now the only way to get it over with is to agree with everything he says. I manage to give him a slight nod.
“Good. Now, I’m only going to send you to school with one patch, and you know if you smoke a cigarette while you have it on, you’ll become violently ill. If the patch somehow were to fall off,” he puts air quotes around those last two words, knowing full well the only way it would ‘fall off’ is if I were to take it off, “I’ll assume you’ll have smoked a cigarette, and do you know what that will get you?”
“No, but I have a pretty good idea,” I say under my breath with an eye roll.
“Excuse me, young lady? What did you say? I didn’t ask for any of your smart mouth little attitude, did I? Do you want to write another page of lines? Or maybe you want me to extend your grounding to include next weekend as well? Huh? Is that what you want?”
Oh, yes, please, Justin, I’m just dying for some extra punishment on top of all you’ve just given me, is what I want to say in a simpering sarcastic voice. It takes all the restraint I have to instead only say, “No,” in a quiet, reluctant voice.
“No, what?” he booms.
I look anywhere but up at him, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “No, sir,” I recite with a long, huffy sigh.
“Try again, Jaden,” he says. “Without the attitude this time.”
Oh, man. I can hardly believe what this guy is putting me through. Nonetheless, I say what he wants in what I hope is a simple, humble voice.
“That’s better,” he says, finally satisfied. “Now, I still want yo
u to answer my earlier question. What are you going to get if I come to pick you up from school and that patch isn’t on your arm?”
“More lines?” I say, raising my eyebrows at him in a hopeful way.
“Guess again, Jaden,” he sings out. “Although I very well may give you lines in addition to what else you’re going to get. Now, come on. I want to hear you say the words. What am I going to give you?”
“A spanking,” I finally mutter out, feeling tingles all the way down to my toes, wondering why it was so tantalizing for me to even speak the word out loud.
“That’s right,” Justin says. “I’ll spank your little butt until it’s nice and red with the object of my choice until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. The same goes for cutting school, or any other transgression I decide you need your butt blistered for. Now, am I making myself clear to you, young lady?”
An inexplicable silence descends over us as I look around the room—the bare hardwood floor, once shiny and polished, is now dusty and worn-looking, the windows with the curtains tightly drawn across them, though they used to look out into the neighbor’s yard. They’d had ornamental roses and a gnarled peach tree.
“There used to be a table in here,” I say out loud now to Justin. “With a long bench and a bunch of chairs. We used to play a card game—I forget the name. With different colors and numbers.”
This seems to throw a wrench in his little scolding session, and I almost think I hear his breath catch in his throat. “Uno,” he says, his voice distant.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Uno. And you guys actually had all the cards. Always had all the playing pieces to the different board games. Not like the other foster homes. They were always all lost, or messed up somehow.”
There’s a silence that hovers over us for a few moments. When Justin speaks again, his tone is more present, as well as brisk, nearly dismissing. “Well, I got rid of all that stuff years ago. Otherwise I might play a game of checkers with you or something.”
“We can get another one?” I suggest, sort of hopeful though I don’t know why. Not like there was anything so great about manual checkers, right? Especially when I could always play with random strangers on the Internet—well, when I wasn’t grounded anyway.
