by Misty Malone
Alana's eyes opened wide. "What? No, John, you can't do that."
"Honey, I can and I will do that." He reached up and started to unfasten her jeans. She reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him. He asked, "Do I need to put you over my lap for a few extra swats to get you to move your hands, or can we start right in with the spanking you've earned, without the need for extras before it even starts?"
She moved her hands away, but quietly said, "But it's not right. I mean, we don't know each other that well yet."
"Don't worry, honey, I agree with you there. We don't know each other that well yet. But I know you well enough to know I care about you and I want the best for you, and I'll do what I feel I need to do to see that happen." He'd unzipped her pants and was pulling them down as he was talking. He pulled her gently down and over his lap as he said, "That's why I plan on leaving your panties on until you're over my lap." He situated her over his lap, with her bottom nice and high and directly in line for his hand, before reaching down to tug her panties down. Alana whimpered a bit, but didn't try to stop him. He was proud of her.
John had to take a deep breath when he looked down at her bare bottom draped over his knees. Alana was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that, and she had what he considered to be a perfect bottom, as well. It was soft and flawless, and nicely shaped. He hated how women today tried to be so skinny. She had the nice curves that made a woman look like a woman, and that included her lovely bottom. He put his hand on her bare bottom as he said, "Honey, you're about ready to get your driver's license. Once you have that the only thing stopping you from being the event planner you want to be is a car. I know you'll be a top-notch planner, but don't be your own worst enemy to your career, honey. Save that money to buy your car. Follow your budget." With that, he patted her bottom a couple times gently before bringing his hand down harder as he started the spanking.
Alana yelped with the first real smack. Having said what he felt needed to be said, John put her objections out of his mind and concentrated on the spanking. But as the spanking continued, so did her vocal complaints. "Oww! Oh! John, it hurts!"
"I know it hurts, Alana. It's a spanking. I don't know if you were spanked growing up, but I know you were spanked at least one other time."
"But I didn't know jeans and panties made that much difference! This really hurts!"
John had to smile at her discovery. "Which is precisely why we're doing it this way, since it didn't have much of an effect on you over your jeans and panties. Maybe you'll learn the lesson I'm attempting to teach you this time."
"I have, I have! I've learned my lesson this time, I swear."
He stopped the spanking for a moment to say, "Then prove you have, Alana. Think about when we sat down not that long ago and talked about how important it is that you have the money to buy your vehicle when you get your license. Think about when we talked about you needing to follow a budget to be sure you have the money when you're ready for a car. Then think about how we talked about your budget and agreed on what was a fair, and in fact a fairly generous budget that allowed you to again start saving for that vehicle. If you have indeed learned your lesson, that means you accept that fact that you have earned, and in fact, deserve this spanking. If that's the case, show me that you accept that premise by accepting these last ten swats. Stop squirming and trying to wriggle off my lap."
He gave her a couple moments to digest what he'd just said, then delivered the first smack. He was a little surprised when she didn't cry out or try to move. He'd delivered four solid smacks before she even gasped. After the seventh swat she was struggling to stay still, and although she was now sobbing, she made it through all ten. John kept his hand on her bottom, and used his other hand to rub her back while she sobbed.
When she had caught her breath, he lifted her and helped her settle on his lap, and used his arms to cocoon her tightly against his chest. "It's over, Sweetheart, and you're forgiven. We're good again, honey, and I'm proud of you. You accepted that spanking well."
Her tears continued to flow as she snuggled into his chest. They were both happy to stay right where they were for the next twenty minutes. They talked some, but mostly just held each other close.
* * * * *
Cal was sitting on Kelli's couch, with Kelli draped over his left knee. Her upper body was resting on the couch, her bare bottom was strategically perched high, and his right leg was over her legs, keeping them still. "Kelli, I want to talk a minute about you and wine. I need to know how much of a problem this is, how often it happens, so I can help you control it."
"It's really not that much of a problem. I think it's only happened maybe four or five times. I usually don't care all that much for wine. I mean, it's okay, but not something I crave. Every now and then, though, I find one I really like."
"And you drink too much of it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well, I think I drink too much in too short a time. It doesn't seem like it's affecting me, until all at once. By then it's too late, I've already had too much."
"So we need to get you in the habit of drinking wine slowly. How long has this been a problem for you, Kelli?"
"For a few years," she said a bit impatiently. "Cal, can you just do this already?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, this is embarrassing, laying here like this."
"You weren't embarrassed when you made a drunken fool of yourself in public this afternoon, but now you're embarrassed, in front of me and no one else?"
She stopped struggling and was quiet. He heard her sniffling and saw a few tears stream down her face. "I'm sorry, Cal. You're right. I'm just nervous and I want this to be over with."
"Then it probably won't do much good and we'll be here again shortly."
"What? Why?"
"Kelli, I'm trying to teach you something here. If you have an attitude and you're more interested in how you look, when I'm the only one who will see you, than listening to what I have to say, you're right, you just want this to be over. Anyone can suffer through a spanking. It may not be fun, but you can do it if all you do is lay there. But that's not my purpose in giving you a spanking. It's to make sure you realize what you did wrong and why it was wrong, along with how to keep from doing it again. In order for that to happen you need to listen to what I'm saying."
"I heard what you asked. I answered."
"We haven't gotten into the punishment yet, Kelli. It doesn't appear to me as though you're in a mindset to actually listen and absorb what I'm going to say."
"I screwed up. What's so hard to understand about that?"
Cal took a deep breath to calm himself. "Okay, Miss Attitude, why don't you tell me why you're getting this spanking then, so we can get it 'over with'."
"Because I drank too much wine and got drunk," she spit out through gritted teeth. "Why do you have to ask me that? I hate that."
"Oh, well, excuse me. I'll try to be make your next spanking more appealing to you. Is there some other position that would be more pleasing, more pleasant for you?"
Kelli slumped her shoulders and appeared to wilt over his knee. "I'm sorry again. I'm just really nervous. Scared."
"You're scared. Of me?"
"No, of the spanking. It's going to hurt."
"But Kelli," he said in a much gentler voice, "that pain won't do you any good if you don't know and understand what it's supposed to be encouraging you not to do again."
"I understand. But I know what you're trying to teach me. I drank too much wine and got drunk. You're trying to teach me not to get drunk."
"I would indeed be very happy if you never got drunk again, Sweetie, but that's not what this spanking is for."
She turned around to look at him over her shoulder. "It's not?"
"Not really, no."
"Then what?"
"Are you ready to listen to what I'm saying now?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good. Sweetheart, wha
t bothers me most about the fiasco this afternoon is the fact you drove Alana there, and then you drank enough to get drunk. Were you planning on driving home?"
"No, of course not."
"So you planned on having Alana drive you two home?"
She slumped over the couch again, thinking. Eventually she said, "I didn't really plan anything. I didn't plan on drinking any wine this afternoon, let alone enough to get drunk."
"But you did, and you got drunk, knowing it was your responsibility to drive you two home."
"But I knew Alana could drive," she said, and immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say.
"Kelli, driving Alana, or any friend, somewhere is a responsibility. Being her licensed driver is an even bigger responsibility. You're the one there that's supposed to be watching how she does, help her correct anything she's doing wrong, and keep her from making any big mistakes. How can you do that if you're drunk?"
She dropped her head. "I'm sorry."
"Alana's your friend. You both could have gotten hurt badly today if she had pulled out in front of that car. It was your duty as her licensed driver to stop her and make her move up closer to the intersection so she could see. But you didn't do that because you were drunk. That's what you're about to get spanked for, Kelli, for shirking your duties and not taking them seriously."
With that, he started the spanking. He thought he'd gotten Kelli thinking, but when she didn't immediately start fighting, trying to get off his lap, he was sure she was thinking about his words. For that reason he didn't say anything for a couple minutes. If she was accepting this spanking, then she was already thinking, which was what he wanted.
After the first dozen or so swats, she started owing and ouching, flinching even, but was still staying on his lap with little force needed to hold her still. Cal was impressed. He picked up the speed and force of the swats a little, and she was soon making her discomfort known. Cal knew that now that she was concentrating more on her sore butt than the words he'd said, it was time to start talking to her, to get her mind back on why she was experiencing the pain in her butt.
With that in mind, he said, "Kelli, when you have responsibilities you need to take them seriously."
"I do," Kelli insisted. "Other than today, when I didn't realize I drank that much."
"Do you really?"
"Of course," she insisted.
"You told me that you and Alana talked about the first time you both got spanked."
"Yes, we did."
"So you know that she has a problem spending money on things she doesn't need, like shoes, and is spending the money she had saved for a down payment on a car?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad John's going to help her with that, so she'll have the money to buy a car when she gets her license."
"Yeah. Me, too."
Cal had slowed the spanking some, but now he picked up the speed a bit again as he said, "Did you see it as your responsibility as her friend to help her with that?"
"What?"
He could tell she hadn't thought of that before, so he explained, "You drove her to the store so she could spend money she shouldn't have spent. As her friend, don't you think you had some responsibility to her, to help her save her money rather than enable her to spend it on things she didn't need?"
She was squirming now, and tears started flowing. "Ow! Cal, it hurts!"
"Answer my question, Kelli."
"I never thought about it."
"Think about it now. Kelli, being a friend has responsibilities. A friend should help her overcome her problem, not enable her to do it more."
"Okay! I agree with you." She started crying harder. "I'm sorry."
Continuing the spanking, but slowing some and easing up on the strength of his swats, he said, "Kelli, you need to think about your responsibilities. Being a friend to someone automatically puts responsibilities on you. You've been letting her drive your car, but have you been trying to teach her to drive, or simply allowing her to drive? You know she saved enough money for a down payment on a car, but has been frustrated that she hasn't been able to pass her driving test and has started spending her down payment. You should be encouraging her, trying to help her improve her driving and saving her money."
Kelli was crying hard now, and although he was sure her bottom was very sore, he knew her tears were more from his words than the spanking. He stopped the spanking and rubbed her bottom and back, helping her calm down. "Kelli, you're a wonderful person. You need to learn, though, that being a good friend doesn't mean you allow her to do or have whatever she wants. That's not helping her in the long run. You're trying too hard to make her happy in the short term. You have a responsibility to help make her happy in the long term."
Cal continued to rub her back while she calmed. When she was breathing better again he tenderly picked her up and helped her settle on his lap, pulling her head to lean against his shoulder. "Rest now, Sweetie. It's over," he whispered. He held her, whispering comforting words.
Chapter 6
When Kelli was breathing normally again, aside from a few sniffles here and there, she said, "Cal, I never thought about what you said before."
"What's that, Sweetie?"
"I'm not helping her. She's my best friend, but I'm hurting her more than helping her."
"Not on purpose, Sweetheart. Don't be too hard on yourself. You have a big heart, I've seen that on numerous occasions. After your first spanking we talked about your parents and how they disciplined you, and you basically said they did very little in that regard."
"Right. I know that sounds bad, but they really didn't do much. They grounded me once."
"But I'll bet they gave in before the time was up, didn't they?"
"How did you know?" She was truly surprised at his question. How did he know that?
"Because you were an only child, and you said your parents were older when they had you."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with it? How did you know they gave in the time I was grounded?"
"Because you were a spoiled brat," he said with a grin.
"Hey, I'm not a brat!"
"Yes, you are," he challenged, "but you're a cute one, and you're my little brat, and you have a heart of gold. Some brats are very self-centered and don't really care about anyone other than themselves. You're not that kind of brat."
Kelli looked at him skeptically. "Is that a compliment or an insult? What kind of brat am I?"
He chuckled and ran his hand up and down her arm as he said, "You're a brat because you're not used to people telling you no, and therefore, you don't listen well when someone does say no to you. However, you care about other people, and since you're not used to people telling you no, you don't tell anyone else no. Since no one ever told you no, my guess is you see that as being mean, so if Alana asks you to take her shoe shopping, you don't want to be mean, so you say yes. Am I close?"
He watched as she actually blushed, but admitted, "Yeah. I used to hate it if Mom or Dad said no, so I don't want to tell other people no. I don't want them to hate me."
"So do you hate me when I in essence say no, and when I spank you?"
To his relief she quickly said, "No. I realize now that you do it because you care."
"So if you care about Alana, when she asks you to take her shoe shopping—"
He hesitated, hoping she'd finish his sentence. Luckily, after a few moments she said, "I should tell her no."
He gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl." He simply held her a few minutes, letting her think.
"So when you said as a friend I have responsibilities, are you saying that one of those responsibilities is to say no and not take her shoe shopping if I know she doesn't need any more shoes and is saving money for something else?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"I never looked at it that way."
"I know, Sweetie. I'm guessing again, but did you have many responsibilities when you were growing up?"
"Like what?"
"Anything. Like any chores you had to do regularly, like washing dishes, or helping with laundry or cooking meals, or working in the yard?"
"No." She thought a moment and said, "That makes me sound pretty lazy, doesn't it?"
He chuckled as he said, "To me it makes you sound like a spoiled brat." After kissing her forehead he added, "A brat that grew up not being told no, and not having any responsibilities. Sweetheart, you learn what you live. You grew up not really knowing what responsibilities are. Sure, you now have a job and you know what your responsibilities are at work, but you're not familiar with personal responsibilities, like with friends."
"I feel awful."
"Well, don't. That's not why I'm talking with you about it. I did want to point this out to you, though, and I want you to think about it. You're a smart lady and have a huge heart. I'm sure that once you think about what I've said, you'll want to make some changes."
"Are you willing to—are you going to be—will you still—"
Cal tightened his arms around her and said, "Kelli, whatever it is, just ask it. I won't be upset."
"Will you still be here?"
"What do you mean?"
Her eyes were glued to the floor as she asked, "Do you still want to see me?"
He reached down and gently guided her chin up so she was looking at him. "You better believe I do, Kelli. You are a very special young lady. Like I said, you have a heart of gold."
She still looked skeptical as she asked, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Kelli, I wouldn't have spanked you if I didn't want to pursue a relationship with you. The more I get to know you, the more I want to be with you."
"Thank you," she said as she snuggled in against him.
"Don't thank me yet," he warned. "I have something else I need to tell you. Unfortunately, we're not done yet."
"But you told me the spanking was over," she said, alarmed.
"The spanking is over," he assured her. "But you need to understand driving is a privilege, and there are responsibilities that go along with it. We talked about responsibilities earlier, and I think we need to focus on them for a while until you start automatically thinking of them."
