Still holding her hand, Heath patiently asked, “But something could have happened, couldn't it, Honey?” He gave her a while to consider his question, but when she didn't answer, he asked, “Sara, I expect an answer. What could have happened while you were parked there?”
Sara didn't understand why he was making such a big deal out of a simple overpriced ticket, but the serious expression on his face made her answer. “I suppose something could have caught on fire.”
“Yes, it could have. And what would have happened then?”
“I would have had to move my car.”
“But that's not always possible, Honey.”
“Why?”
“If there's a fire things get chaotic. Fire trucks come and take over the street, and people are running to get people out of there, or help. Once the fire trucks are there they aren't going to all move just so you can move your car.”
“So my car would be in the way, blocking the hydrant.”
“Yes, it would.”
Seeing he was getting her to think it through, just as he'd hoped, he continued. “And what do you think would happen when they tried to hook their hose up to the hydrant?”
She looked at him uncertainly. “I'm not sure. I guess it would take longer to hook it up since my car would be in front of it, and then the hose would have to curve off to the side.”
“Actually, Honey, if you car is in front of the hydrant the hose wouldn't be able to be hooked up to that hydrant. There wouldn't be enough room in front of the hydrant. Those hoses are big and need a lot of room for the hookup, and then if you try and curve them that much you'd have a kink in the hose. What happens to the water flow then?”
She gulped and said, “The water won't flow.”
“That's right.” He saw tears in her eyes and knew he was making his point, but he had to see it through. “They would have to hook all their hoses together and run them all the way to another hydrant.”
He gave her time to think about what all he'd said. After a while she looked up at him and quietly said, “I'm sorry. I didn't know.”
He wiped a couple tears from her cheeks as he said, “I didn't think you'd thought about what could happen.”
Tears were running more freely now as she said, “I didn't. I won't do it again, Heath. I promise.”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “Sara, do you remember when we talked about what would happen when you do wrong from now on? About consequences?”
She looked down, and nodded. Heath had to listen closely to hear a quiet, “Yes.”
“So you know what has to happen now then, don't you?”
“It doesn't have to happen. I told you I won't do it again.”
Remembering what she'd said the other day, that she liked how it felt to have somebody that cared, he said, “But Sara, there's one problem.”
“What's that?”
“I care too much about you to not do what needs to be done.”
She looked up at Heath with tears in her eyes.
He studied her expression, but couldn't tell if she was happy he cared that much, or afraid that he wouldn't really follow through after all, or afraid he would.
Not wanting her to worry any longer than necessary, he said, “Let's get this over with, Sara, so we can get on with our evening. Stand up, please.” He wasn't sure what to expect, but was happy that she stood, even if a little reluctantly. He gently pulled her over so she stood in front of him.
When he started to unfasten her pants she put her hand over his, stopping him. “What are you doing?”
“Taking your pants down. A spanking is not effective if it's administered over jeans, Sara.”
“But you can't –” She stopped, but when he saw how red her face was he knew what was bothering her.
“Sara, I won't take your panties down.” She heaved a sigh of relief until he added, “Not yet anyway.”
“What do you mean not yet?”
Looking into her eyes he said, “Sara, I hope some day to make you my wife. We need time to get to know each other better yet, but I hope that's where this relationship is heading. Until we do know each other better, though, I will leave your panties on, like I did anytime I had to spank Heather. In the future, though, after we've grown closer, your spankings will always be on your bare bottom.” After giving her time to digest that information, he again reached up to unfasten her pants, and was again happy when she moved her hands away and allowed him access.
He pulled her pants down to her ankles, then carefully helped her over his left knee, resting her upper body on the couch. He laid his hand on her bottom and took a moment to draw on his inner strength. The panty-clad bottom lying over his lap was nothing short of beautiful. The fact she allowed him to do this was very humbling. He knew this would be her first spanking ever, and he knew how difficult this had to be for her to submit to.
He forced his thoughts back to the present, to the beautiful, but trembling he now realized, bottom draped over his lap. “Okay, Sara, time to pay the consequences for your poor choice today.” With that he spanked her once on her left cheek, followed quickly by a matching swat to her right cheek. They were relatively light swats, though she jumped. He was sure that she felt them, but they scared her more than hurt her. He gave her about a dozen swats, using the same fairly light force, before stopping to say, “Okay, Sara, we're going to review what could have happened today, and then we're going to talk a little bit about why laws are laws, but I want to be sure you're listening. Do I have your attention?”
She was starting to cry, but dutifully answered, “Yes.”
“Okay, good. We'll get started then.” He started spanking again, using the same fairly mild force. He knew this first spanking would be very emotional for her and it wouldn't take a great deal of pain to be effective. In the future he would put more focus on pain to make his point, but today he was more interested in making sure she knew what was happening and why.
He continued talking to her throughout the spanking, occasionally asking questions to be sure she was focusing on the right thing. She was doing her fair share of squirming and yelling, but for her first spanking, he was proud of her. When he thought she'd had about enough he paused, keeping his hand on her bottom. He asked, “Sara, I don't know what you ran into the store to get quickly, but whatever it was, was it worth this spanking?”
She was crying, but she immediately and forlornly answered, “No. It was for that damn pink and purple zebra.”
That got his attention! He was momentarily silenced. Having no idea what she meant by a pink and purple zebra, he momentarily put that on hold to address her language. His Sara didn't usually talk like that, and he was shocked to hear it, especially during a spanking. Instinct soon kicked in, however, and he scolded, “Sara, I don't like that kind of language anytime, but I will not allow it during a spanking.” With that he gave her ten more swats, which caused more squirming and yelling from his little miscreant over his lap.
Again keeping his hand on her bottom, he said, “Now, no more such language, young lady. Understand?”
Crying and gasping for breath, she managed to answer, “Yes. I'm sorry.”
“That's better. Now, what did you say you went to that store to get?”
Sara was crying, and he was having a hard time understanding her. He listened carefully as he thought she mumbled, “I had to get the stuff the pink and purple zebra needed.”
Again he was silent. “Did you say the pink and purple zebra?”
She was still sobbing, and a little frustrated, as she answered, “Yes. What did you think I said?”
“Watch your attitude, young lady,” he admonished, as he gave her six more swats.
“Ow! Heath, no!”
He was more confused than ever, but something inside him told him she needed to be comforted and reassured right now, so that's what he did. He rubbed her back until she caught her breath, then gently helped her up to sit on his lap. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping her in hi
s arms. She immediately laid her head against his shoulder and clung to him, one arm on his shirt and the other holding his forearm.
With his mouth close to her ear he whispered, “It's okay, Sweetie, it's over. You've suffered the consequences and you're forgiven.” She started crying a bit louder and snuggled in closer to him. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm, and rubbed her back, helping her to calm down. He kept talking, telling her how proud he was of her, and how much he cared about her.
When she calmed sufficiently, he said, “Sweetheart, the spanking's all over, but you've got to explain something to me.”
“What?”
“Who ever heard of a pink and purple zebra, and what in the world does it have to do with what happened today?”
She looked at him like he was dense. “I already told you. Didn't you hear me?”
Smiling, he said, “Apparently not, because I'm more than a little confused. Could you please explain it to me again?”
“Okay, but it's really pretty simple. The next book I'm illustrating is about a pink and purple zebra. I have a ton of colored pencils in the normal colors I use a lot, but I knew I'd need more pink and purple.”
“So you went to get pink and purple pencils?”
“Yes. What else would I be doing at an office supply store?”
Heath just laughed and hugged her a little tighter. “Sara, you are simply precious.”
She looked at him quizzically, then just cuddled up to him a little closer.
Chapter 11
Heath held Sara on his lap and gave her plenty of time to recover from her spanking. He loved the closeness they were sharing and was content to let them both absorb as much of that feeling as possible.
Eventually, though, he checked his watch and said, “Sweetheart, are you about ready to go back to Phil's?”
He was happy when he saw that mischievous look in her eye again as she asked, “Are you just wanting some dessert?”
He chuckled as he said, “Yep, that's the only reason.” When she sat up to look at him, he added, “Brat.”
She reached up and punched him in the arm, and he grabbed her fist and used it to pull her close enough to give her a tender kiss, which quickly turned into a very sensuous kiss. He eventually pulled back and whispered, “I don't think I need any dessert now. I already had some.”
She smiled and leaned forward again to kiss him, which he readily accepted.
When he pulled back this time he said, “Okay, now we do need to get back to Phil's.” He took her chin in his thumb and index finger so she was looking at him and asked, “Are you okay, Sara?”
She knew he was referring to the spanking, and although she felt her face flush again, she assured him, “Yes, I am.”
He studied her face and saw the truth of her words, and smiled. “Good. That's very important to me.”
“I know,” she answered honestly. “And thank you for caring."
He smiled and gave her another hug, before helping her stand and pull her jeans back up. They walked hand in hand back to Phil and Heather's.
“You're awfully quiet,” he commented as they were walking back.
“I'm embarrassed,” she admitted quietly.
“About what?”
“Because they know what happened, don't they?”
Patting her hand, he admitted, “Probably, yes. But you don't need to be embarrassed. As you know, Heather gets spanked on a regular basis. The only reason either of them will be concerned is because they care about you and will want to make sure you're okay, knowing this was your first spanking.”
She considered his words, then asked, “You sure they won't be laughing at me, or think bad of me?”
“I can guarantee they won't be. Why would you think they would laugh, or think bad of you?”
“Because I did something terrible and got spanked for it.”
“That's how you see it. The way I see it you made a mistake, like all of us do occasionally, and someone cares enough about you to not let it go unchecked.”
She smiled up at him. “I like the way you describe it much better.”
“Good. Then think of it that way, because it's how we all think about it.” After they walked a little further he said, “You know what I see when I look at you or Heather after you've been spanked?”
She looked at him curiously. “A blubbering mess?”
“No. I see a smart woman who's honest enough to admit she made a mistake, and strong enough to let someone guide her and help her be the best she can be. I wish I could somehow convey to you how proud I am of you two.”
Now it was Sara's turn to study Heath's face, and she also saw the honesty there. “You mean that, don't you?”
“Every word of it,” he confirmed.
She stopped walking and turned to him. When their eyes met, so did their lips.
Sara felt better as they continued on to Phil's after their talk.
Heather proved Heath right when she opened the door and hugged Sara while asking, “Are you okay?”
Sara smiled and assured her, “I'm fine.” When Heather looked hesitant, Sara said, “Thank you for your concern, Heather, but I really am fine. I have a sore butt, but my heart's never been better.”
Heath gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and whispered, “That's my girl.”
Fifteen minutes later they were in the living room enjoying some white chocolate mousse and coffee.
Heather said, “Sara, I never got a chance to tell you where the post office drop box is here.”
Sara could tell her face was turning red yet again, but she said, “Oh, yeah. Where is it?”
“There's one in front of each building.”
“Okay, thanks. I'll be sure to mail that tomorrow.”
Phil said, “Good. The police department thanks you for the donation.” He laughed at the look she gave him. Then he said, “I have a question for you, Sara.”
“What's that?”
“What did you need so badly that it was worth parking in front of a hydrant?”
“It was for that da – dumb pink and purple zebra.”
“The what?”
Heath and Sara said in unison, “Don't ask.”
Heath turned to Sara and said, “Watch your language. Do you need a reminder already?”
A red-faced Sara whispered, “No. Sorry.”
Phil and Heather watched the interaction between them, before looking at each other, and breaking out in laughter.
Sara looked at them, horrified.
Phil picked up on her fear right away and assured her, “Sara, we're not laughing at you, or Heath and what he said to you. It's just – well, you said – I think you said – did you say –”
Heather blurted out, “What the hell is a pink and purple zebra?”
Phil was instantly in front of Heather, pulling her up out of the chair she was sitting in. He calmly whirled her around and landed six sharp swats on her butt before calmly sitting her back down. She tried to jump back up, but he was ready for it and gently pushed her back down. “Heather, you know better than to use that kind of language, especially right after you heard your brother warn Sara.”
A subdued Heather said, “Sorry.”
Sara's eyes were huge, and she immediately said, “Heather, I'm sorry.”
Heath looked at her sitting beside him on the couch, astonished. “For what?”
“Heath, she just got spanked because of me.”
“Because of you? What did you do?”
“If I wouldn't have said that damn pink and purple zebra, and made you warn me about my language, she wouldn't have gotten in trouble.”
Heath couldn't believe what he just heard. He calmly reached over, pulled her across his lap and quickly landed six swats on her bottom. Then he calmly helped her back up so she was again sitting beside him. When she also tried to jump up, he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her over to lean against him, but insuring she stayed where she was, sitting on a now doubly sore bottom.
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br /> The girls looked at each other, like two deer caught in the headlights. Heather was the first to find her voice and said, “Sara, I'm sorry.”
“No, I'm sorry, Heather.”
Heath had had about enough. He turned to Sara and asked again, “For what?” Turning back to his sister he said, “You can be sorry. That's fine, you should be sorry. It was rude of you to use that language right after I warned Sara.” Turning back to Sara he asked, “But what in the world are you sorry for?”
“For getting her into trouble.”
“Sara, you didn't get her into trouble. The only thing you did wrong was your language, after I'd already warned you, and in case you didn't realize it, or have forgotten already, you got spanked for it. So you now have nothing to be sorry for or feel guilty about.” She looked doubtful, and Heath gave her a hug and said, “We need to keep working on that, Sweetie. Remember, I said I was going to start giving you consequences when you do something wrong, and I did. Your language earned you another few swats. But that's all you have to be sorry for. Do you understand, Sweetie?”
She still looked unsure, but said, “I'm trying.”
Phil offered, “Sara, trust me, you didn't get Heather in trouble. She did that all by herself. It was not your fault, and you've got to stop taking the blame for things.”
“Why?”
“Because if you two are going to be spending time together Heath and I are going to have to be careful. If you're willing to take the blame, Heather will be happy to give it to you. Don't let her get away with that.”
Heath added, “That's for sure.”
Heather was upset now. “What are you talking about? Why would I want to get my best friend in trouble?”
Phil offered, “To get yourself out of a spanking. Now, before you argue, we're just warning you both we don't want that happening. Understand?" When no one said anything, he said, “Heather?”
“Yes.”
Heath asked, “And Sara, do you understand, as well?”
“Yes.”
Together the men said, “Good.” The girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
They finished their dessert and visited a while before calling it a night.
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