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chosen your words much better, baby-love. I’m very disappointed in you, young lady. Now I want you to go to the closet and pick the implement you think you deserve for your behavior, then bring it to me.”
She gasped. He wanted her to pick something to spank her already thoroughly punished backside? Choose her own instrument of torture? “I don’t think I can,” Madison said softly.
Jared turned her and delivered a sharp swat to her left thigh. “You can and you will. Dawdling with only earn you extra.”
At the closet Madison gulped at the array of scary-looking implements. The big paddles looked horrendous, there were several straps and a couple of canes. Realizing she was taking too long, Madison finally grabbed a thick strap. It was only less scary than the rest by a small margin but seemed the best choice.
When she took the strap back to Jared, she found he’d moved a stool into the center of the room. He took the strap from her trembling hand then guided her down over the top of the stool.
“Hold on to the lower rungs and don’t get out of position. I’ll help you by placing a hand on your back. This will not be pleasant, as I want to ensure we don’t need to have this discussion again. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Her reply was almost a whisper.
Madison heard a whoosh as Jared swung the strap and then a line of fire bit into the tender skin where her bottom met her thighs, jolting the intruder in her bottom. To her horror the next stroke landed in the exact same place. When the next two landed on top of the first two, Madison began to beg, “Please, somewhere else…. somewhere else!”
Jared seemed immune to her pleas and delivered twelve strokes directly on top of each other leaving an angry reddish purple weal on her sit spot. The width of the strap ensured there was no way she would be able to sit for some time to come without remembering the lesson.
Jared left Madison to cry it out over the stool while he put the strap back in its place. When he got back to where she lay sobbing, he picked her up and cuddled her close to his chest as he sat back down on the bed.
Madison clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jared. I won’t speak to you like that again. I should have just said I didn’t like the dress.”
Jared rubbed her back and kissed away her tears. “I know you’re sorry, baby-love, and if you’d just told me you didn’t like the dress, I would have found you something else to wear. However, because of the way you handled it, you will wear this dress.”
Madison studied his implacable face. “I thought I was forgiven.”
“Madison, you were forgiven before the punishment even began, but the lesson isn’t over. You will wear this dress tonight and next time a situation like this comes up you will think about your words and handle it more appropriately, won’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a slight pout to her lower lip.
Jared seemed to be holding back a smile and was choosing to ignore the sulky look Madison knew was on her face. “Go finish getting ready, baby-love, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.”
Madison left to do as he bid; she took a little time to wash her face and redo her makeup. Studying her reflection critically, she saw that she had managed to repair most of the damage her tears had caused. Her face was still a little pink but though her eyes looked big and a little shiny, they weren’t puffy as she feared they would be.
She was desperately trying to ignore Ethan’s role in her punishment or the thought of what would happen later when they got home from the gathering. Every step she took jolted the plug lodged in her bottom and pulled on the tight skin of her punished backside.
Madison left her curls twisted into a soft cascade at the top of her head then looked for her panties. She gasped when she found them in tatters next to the bed.
“Jared, my panties are torn,” she said worriedly.
“I told you that you
She gasped. He wanted her to pick something to spank her already thoroughly punished backside? Choose her own instrument of torture? “I don’t think I can,” Madison said softly.
Jared turned her and delivered a sharp swat to her left thigh. “You can and you will. Dawdling with only earn you extra.”
At the closet Madison gulped at the array of scary-looking implements. The big paddles looked horrendous, there were several straps and a couple of canes. Realizing she was taking too long, Madison finally grabbed a thick strap. It was only less scary than the rest by a small margin but seemed the best choice.
When she took the strap back to Jared, she found he’d moved a stool into the center of the room. He took the strap from her trembling hand then guided her down over the top of the stool.
“Hold on to the lower rungs and don’t get out of position. I’ll help you by placing a hand on your back. This will not be pleasant, as I want to ensure we don’t need to have this discussion again. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Her reply was almost a whisper.
Madison heard a whoosh as Jared swung the strap and then a line of fire bit into the tender skin where her bottom met her thighs, jolting the intruder in her bottom. To her horror the next stroke landed in the exact same place. When the next two landed on top of the first two, Madison began to beg, “Please, somewhere else…. somewhere else!”
Jared seemed immune to her pleas and delivered twelve strokes directly on top of each other leaving an angry reddish purple weal on her sit spot. The width of the strap ensured there was no way she would be able to sit for some time to come without remembering the lesson.
Jared left Madison to cry it out over the stool while he put the strap back in its place. When he got back to where she lay sobbing, he picked her up and cuddled her close to his chest as he sat back down on the bed.
Madison clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jared. I won’t speak to you like that again. I should have just said I didn’t like the dress.”
Jared rubbed her back and kissed away her tears. “I know you’re sorry, baby-love, and if you’d just told me you didn’t like the dress, I would have found you something else to wear. However, because of the way you handled it, you will wear this dress.”
Madison studied his implacable face. “I thought I was forgiven.”
“Madison, you were forgiven before the punishment even began, but the lesson isn’t over. You will wear this dress tonight and next time a situation like this comes up you will think about your words and handle it more appropriately, won’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a slight pout to her lower lip.
Jared seemed to be holding back a smile and was choosing to ignore the sulky look Madison knew was on her face. “Go finish getting ready, baby-love, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.”
Madison left to do as he bid; she took a little time to wash her face and redo her makeup. Studying her reflection critically, she saw that she had managed to repair most of the damage her tears had caused. Her face was still a little pink but though her eyes looked big and a little shiny, they weren’t puffy as she feared they would be.
She was desperately trying to ignore Ethan’s role in her punishment or the thought of what would happen later when they got home from the gathering. Every step she took jolted the plug lodged in her bottom and pulled on the tight skin of her punished backside.
Madison left her curls twisted into a soft cascade at the top of her head then looked for her panties. She gasped when she found them in tatters next to the bed.
“Jared, my panties are torn,” she said worriedly.
“I told you that you
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