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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Emily (F/M spank)
Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 00:10:39 -0400
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I hope you enjoy this story. I enjoyed writing it. This work is
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permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or
indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this
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Emily calmly listened as I told her of my week's dietary
indiscretions. I was already totally undressed and she was fully
clothed. And she had the paddle in her hand. That's how these
sessions always started.
"So you had a candy bar from the machine every day this week, and one
day you had two! And twice this week you had pie for dessert. This
is going to be pretty severe."
Yes, I knew this would be severe. I was trying hard to lose some
weight and in general become healthier but was having a very hard time
avoiding the sweets. One day Emily suggested the plan of encouraging
me with discipline sessions. After I agreed she insisted that I
promise her that I would tell the absolute truth in my weekly
"confessions", and I did so. Emily would have complete freedom to
choose the method of punishment, and the severity.
Even with my transgressions this week, I had made some improvements.
It was usually two or three candy bars from the machine every day.
This was progress. But not good enough. Emily mentioned that she'll
give a good paddling if I confessed to any transgressions, and each
individual indiscretion would merit additional attention.
"Each individual candy that you got had an effect on you when you ate
it, and each one will have an effect on you during this session," she
remarked.
"Okay now, bend over the back of the sofa here. And don't you dare
get up until I tell you to, or you'll get extra!"
I looked at Emily's long black hair which was made into a braid that
went down her back. I looked with admiration at her black blazer and
short black skirt, accentuated by the plain white blouse. Then I took
the position as she instructed. I'll tell you, I was nervous.
Although I was very excited, I knew that her discipline would be
painful, and I wanted to be able to take it gracefully.
Emily stood to my left, and, placing one hand on my upper back, she
started the paddling. Emily never gives warm-up strokes. From the
beginning, it's always the real thing. The strokes were hard and
brisk, and were timed so that there was a genuine urgency to my
reactions.
"Owww! Owww! Jeez, Emily, not so hard! Oh! Stop!" I exclaimed,
while she dispassionately kept up the paddling, encouraging me to stay
in position with some pressure from hand that she placed on my back.
After a considerable time, she stopped, told me I could get up, and
stood calmly for a few moments.
"That was for your indiscretions in general," she said. "Now we'll
deal with the individual incidents. Go get the wooden hairbrush from
my bedroom," Emily instructed.
I gave her a pleading look. As if she was reading my thoughts, she
replied, "You made a commitment, remember? I expect you to follow
through. Now, the hairbrush."
While I retrieved the wooden hairbrush from Emily's bedroom, she
brought a chair from the kitchen table into the living room and was
seated when I handed it to her. She slowly pulled her skirt up, and
then, with her lips pressed tightly together in a look of authority
and determination, she motioned for me to get across her lap. When I
was positioned to her satisfaction, she started to speak.
"Seven candy bars this week, at ten strokes each, is seventy swats.
Pie for dessert twice, at fifteen strokes per, brings the total up to
a hundred. And I just might give you extra to make an impression on
you. Now do you want them all at once, or would you like them in sets
with pauses?"
Feeling rather awkward laying across her lap, I responded, "with...
with pauses."
"Good - I'll give them to you all at once," she stated.
"What? ...But you asked me..."
"I know I asked you," she replied. "But this is punishment, remember?
You don't get things the way you want them when you're being punished.
I decide how to punish you. Keep still now, and don't interfere. I'm
going to start!"
With that, Emily began the lengthy hairbrush spanking of my already
paddled bared backside, delivering hard, hot, sharp, strokes in a
brisk, regular cadence. During the entire fustigation she lectured
me.
"I am (smack!) doing this because (smack!) you need to (smack!) learn
some (smack!) self discipline. (smack!) I intend (smack!) to make this
(smack!) an unforgettable (smack!) paddling (smack!) for you (smack!)
in hope that (smack!) you will learn (smack!) some self-control.
(smack!) You are across (smack!) my lap now (smack!) because time
(smack!) after time (smack!) you ate what (smack!) you shouldn't have.
(smack!) (smack!) (smack!) (smack!) I want you (smack!) to remember
(smack!) each and every (smack!) candy bar (smack!) and piece of
(smack!) pie that you (smack!) ate that is the (smack!) reason you are
(smack!) getting this (smack!) spanking. (smack!) (smack!) (smack!)
Every week (smack!) that you do (smack!) this I'm (smack!) going to
(smack!) give you (smack!) a good (smack!) hard (smack!) spanking that
(smack!) I don't want (smack!) you to (smack!) forget. (smack!)
(smack!) (smack!) (smack!) You need to (smack!) learn your (smack!)
lesson and (smack!) I'm going to (smack!) do my best (smack!) to see
that (smack!) you learn it. (smack!) (smack!) (smack!) Before I
(smack!) let you up (smack!) I want to (smack!) hear you say (smack!)
that you will (smack!) try (smack!) extra hard (smack!) to stick
(smack!) to your plan (smack!) for becoming (smack!) healthy (smack!)
and losing (smack!) the weight (smack!) that you want (smack!) to.
(smack!) (smack!) (smack!) (smack!) Think of (smack!) each (smack!)
and every (smack!) candy bar (smack!) that you ate (smack!) and if
this (smack!) is worth (smack!) the price (smack!) you're paying
(smack!) now. (smack!) (smack!) (smack!) (smack!)..."
Through it all I was struggling to take what she was dishing out. I
could not help pleading with her:
"Ow! No, please! Please not-so-hard! Ggghghhhgr! Mmmmffff! Stop,
Emily! Just for a minute! Ow! Please Emily! Auuughh!" and so on.
Finally she stopped! Panting loudly, it took me a few moments to calm
down. All the while she kept me across her lap, without saying a
word.
"I want you to tell me that you'll try extra hard to eat right," Emily
instructed.
I mumbled something to the effect that I would, and she let me up.
Emily told me to stand in the middle of the living room. After
sitting quietly for a couple of minutes, Emily put the hairbrush down,
stood up, walked in front of me and turned around.
"Undo my hair!" she commanded. I unraveled her beautiful braid and
ran my hands through her hair. She turned around to face me. I was
trembling with excitement.
"Now undress me," she said.
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