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Analise and John
by
D. A. Landhill (Dlandhill@aol.com)
(M/F; semi-cons; punishment spanking; humiliation)
Copyright (c) 1996, 1997, and 1998 by D. A. Landhill. ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED, except that permission is granted to electronically copy this
story to internet newsgroups and mailing lists which deal with erotic
spanking, provided it remains intact and unaltered, including title,
byline, copyright notice, disclaimer and warning; and provided also that no
fee whatsoever is charged. (If this story is posted in multiple parts, all
parts must be copied together if any are copied.) This story is *NOT* in
the public domain, and you may not copy, print, sell, or distribute it
except as specified above. If you wish any other rights, you must ask the
author for permission. (permission is herby granted for inclusion in free
archives of the alt.sex.stories.moderated newsgroup.)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are the product
of the author's imagination, with no reference to any real person, living
or dead. Any similarity to any such person is purely coincidental. The
events described herein are adult fantasy, intended for entertainment only.
The author does not necessarily endorse any such actions in real life, nor
suggest that anyone act out the themes of this story. In particular, the
author does not endorse the use of force on non-consenting people in any
way.
Warning: This story deals with Adult themes, including spanking. If you
are a minor, or are likely to be offended by such themes, please read no
further.
*****
Analise and John: Chapter 1 [Note chapter 2 has been planned, but not
yet written)
Analise hated spending time in the corner. She spent a lot of time
there anyway, because John thought that corner time should be a part of
almost every one of her punishments, and she seemed to get punished an
awful lot. As she stared at the walls right in front of her eyes, not
daring to turn around, she reflected on how she had gotten herself into
this situation.
John had made it clear while they were engaged that although marriage
should be a partnership; he believed that the man should be the "senior"
partner in a marriage, and that this included the right to punish his wife
for any misbehavior. Punishment, according to John, could take any of
several forms, but the primary one was corporal punishment - spanking,
paddling, or strapping. Since they were married, he had followed through
on this idea regularly, punishing her every time she stepped out of line,
or violated one of his rules. Of course, whenever he *wasn't* punishing
her, John was the most thoughtful, considerate, loving -- and SEXY --
husband that Analise could imagine. In fact she didn't want to imagine any
other husband -- she just wished that she didn't get in trouble so much, or
that he wasn't so very fond of the idea of corner time.
*****
John spanked Analise several times during their engagement, for being
late for scheduled dates, for flirting too much with other men, for
swearing (John REALLY hated bad language), and for being bitchy without any
good reason. In each of these cases Analise had been pulled over John's
knees, her dress had been raised or her pants lowered, and John had applied
from 15 to 50 fairly hard hand-spanks to Analise's bottom. Sometimes, her
panties stayed up, but when John was really upset he took them down and
spanked her bare bottom. This didn't really increase the pain much, but
Analise found it surprisingly embarrassing to have her bottom bared for
punishment, even though by this time John had seen her completely naked
many times. Somehow it was different in the context of punishment. Having
her panties pulled down made Analise feel more than a little childish.
Then came the first family gathering to which John took Analise. It was
the first time that Analise met John's uncles and cousins, and only the
second time that she had met his parents. John told Analise beforehand
that it was important to him that she make a good impression, although he
hoped that she would enjoy the occasion herself. The afternoon and the
dinner went fairly well, but after dinner Analise had a drink or two more
than was wise. She became abrupt and argumentative. Her voice grew shrill
and somewhat loud. Not that she was a raucous drunk from a rowdy barroom,
but her tone was more than a little out of place in the fairly staid family
gathering. A mild political discussion got more and more heated, until
Analise loudly informed John's Uncle Bill that, "You don't know one damn
thing about economics. If you can't stop spouting nonsense why don't you
just shut the fuck up!" (This was a particularly unfortunate choice of
subject, since Bill made a good living as a CPA and Business Consultant.)
John hurried over from the other side of the room when he heard that.
He had been deep in another conversation, and he hadn't been paying enough
attention to how tipsy Analise was getting. But now one look told him all
that he needed to know. In the somewhat shocked silence that filled the
room, John said to Analise, "That's quite enough out of you! I can see
it's high time I got you home, Young Lady!" ]
There was an icy edge to his voice, which somehow kept Analise from
responding, and even seemed to sober her somewhat. With hardly a pause for
breath, he raised his voice to a normal conversational pitch, and in a
cheerful tone, said, "I'm afraid Analise is a bit under the weather. It's
getting a bit late anyway, and I think its time we were going. It's been
great, everyone -- I'll look forward to seeing you all again soon. Joe and
Phyl, thanks so much for you hospitality. Dinner was just wonderful..."
Under cover of a continuous stream of good-byes, thankyous, and good
wishes to various and sundry relatives, John got a firm hold on Analise's
shoulder and propelled her out of the room, down the hall, and out the
door. (Everyone understood that John was removing Analise before matters
could get any further out-of-hand, but no one commented on this, since no
one wanted to cause a scene. Besides, John had acted so quickly that no
one quite had time to do or say anything, in any case.) Once they were out
of the house, John led Analise to his car, opened the door, and told her --
in a cutting voice -- to get in.
"But John, I wasn't ready to go --"
"Shut your mouth and get your bottom into this car right now, before you
get yourself any deeper in trouble than you already are, young lady! I've
had it up to HERE, and you DON'T want to get me any more upset than I
already am."
Analise got in to the car without any further argument, and stayed cowed
and silent during the half-hour trip back to the townhouse that she had
been sharing with John for the past six months. She was beginning to sober
up, and to realize just how far out of line she had been, and how upset
John probably was. When they got home John got out of the car, came around
and opened the passenger side door. He took hold of her upper arm, and led
her into the house and up to the bedroom.
"You're too drunk, and I'm too angry, to deal with your behavior now. I
want you to wash up and get to bed and sleep this off. But make no mistake
young lady, we are going to have a SERIOUS discussion about tomorrow
morning about your behavior tonight. What you did was COMPLETELY
unacceptable, and I do not intend to put up with it. I'll be in the spare
room tonight, and we'll talk in the morning."
With that John left the room. Analise did as he had been told - she was
too scared to do anything else. As she lay in bed waiting to fall asleep
he wondered just what would take place in the morning. She had never seen
John so upset -- somehow she didn't think that another of the spankings
which he had given her in the past quite fit the situation. She hoped that
he wouldn't just break up with her -- she REALLY didn't want to lose him.
How could she ever gain his forgiveness?
When Analise woke she felt very rested and only slightly headachy. She
also had a much clearer recollection of the events of the previous evening
than she would have preferred. She was vastly embarrassed when she
remembered everything that she had said and done, and just how badly she
had disgraced herself. She was also anxious as she thought about what John
would say -- and DO -- when she next saw him.
Gradually she realized that there were wonderful aromas wafting up from
the kitchen. John must be making breakfast. Quickly Analise got up,
washed up, and put on a warm quilted robe over her silky nightgown. She
went downstairs to the kitchen and found that John had hot tea and butter
toast waiting for her. While she ate the toast, he cooked and served an
omelet that she found simply delicious. She tried to bring up the events
of the previous night, but he put her off.
"Shush, now, dear. We'll deal with that quite thoroughly in a little
while, but lets wait until breakfast is over and you are right as rain
again. One thing at a time, dear."
At least he wasn't coldly furious, Analise thought. He was probably
going to scold her, but it didn't sound as if he was going to leave her or
break off the engagement, as she had feared. She could get through
anything as long as he was going to stay with her.
Analise finished her omelet, then had another glass of tomato juice
while John rinsed off her plate, and another one which he must have eaten
from before she came down. Then he asked her to follow him, and led her
into the living room. He sat down on the sofa, and indicated that she
should stand before him.
"Now, Analise, about last night --"
"Oh, John," she interrupted, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into
me. I know I was way out of line -- rude and obnoxious. How can I ever
make it up to you -- and your family? I know I was insulting, but I'll
apologize to them, truly I will. Please, please say you can forgive me."
Analise stood waiting to hear his verdict, with unshed tears glistening in
her eyes.
"Well, I know EXACTLY what got into you -- about four drinks too many!
Not that that is any excuse -- it only makes things worse. In the FIRST
place, you should have known better than to have so many drinks - you ought
to know your limits and stay inside them. In the SECOND place, even with
the alcohol in you, you should have known better than to be insulting --
you were still together enough to make conversation, so you should have
done it properly. You were INDEED way out of bounds - and I'm going to
make it very clear to you just how upset I am about this in a minute. I'm
glad you know that you misbehaved, and that you regret it. You WILL
apologize to Uncle Bill and the others a little later. However, although I
AM very upset with you, and very disappointed in you, I love you very much
and that will never change. So OF COURSE I am going to forgive you --
after you have paid the price and made amends, that is. You do agree that
this was a very childish piece of misbehavior, don't you, Analise?"
"Yes, John, I suppose I do?" There was a quaver in her voice - she
didn't sound at all sure of herself.
"And what do you "suppose" should happen to you when you act in such an
immature fashion, young lady?" (There was more than a touch of sarcasm in
the accent he put on the word "suppose", mocking her evasive answer.)
"Uh. . . . I've said that I'm sorry, and promised not to do it again,
and that I'll apologize to the family. Uh. . . "happen to me"? Uh. . .
well maybe. . . I suppose. . . you COULD. . . well uh. . . you could
spank me, like you have done before. Is that what you want me to say?"
"Never mind what I `want you to say' -- is that what you really think
you deserve, Analise? Can you honestly say that you DON'T deserve a sound
spanking for your very naughty, childish actions?
Well. . . No I guess I can't honestly say that -- but I'm scared, John.
Please don't be too hard on me, please darling?"
"I love you, and I won't be TOO hard on you, but you behaved VERY badly,
and I need to make this response equally serious. This is going to be a
more severe punishment than any you've had from me before -- a lot more
severe. Do you accept that you deserve -- and *need* -- to be punished
quite firmly for your misbehavior yesterday?"
"Well. . . Uh. . . Yes, John, I suppose that I deserve a severe
punishment for my actions. I'm so very sorry -- really and truly I am."
"And are you going to take the punishment that I choose to give you --
without arguing or trying to run away?"
"Yes, I will -- if I really must."
"Oh you must, all right. You made your choice, and now you're going to
have to endure the consequences. Now take your robe off, and bend over my
lap. Come on, now -- dawdling is only going to make things worse."
John was sitting near the middle of the sofa, so that when Analise was
over his lap the sofa supported her legs and her upper body, while her rear
was elevated over his legs. He lifted the skirt of her nightgown and
folded it up over her back, exposing her matching, lace-trimmed, briefs.
He started spanking her with a series of moderate hand-spanks. After the
first ten the spanks got a bit harder. After the 2nd ten swats he
increased the force again. After the 30th smack her rear was definitely
pink all over, with the color visible through her panties. The next ten
spanks were harder yet, and Analise was gasping sharply at each smack, and
sobbing lightly between them before this set was done.
After the 40th hand-spank, John paused for a moment. Then he said,
"Lift up!"
"What? Oh John, is it over--"
"I said `LIFT up', not `GET up'. I want you to raise your bottom up off
of my lap, and do it now!"
"But why--" WHAP! John gave her an extra-hard spank, which cut off her
forming protest.
"Don't argue with me or question me while you're being punished, Young
Lady. You just do as you've been told and do it quick. I told you to lift
your ass up. If I have to tell you even one more time--"
"All right, all right, I'm doing it." She slowly raised herself a little
off his lap. He took hold of the waistband of her panties, and began to
lower them off her bottom. "Oh John no, please not on the bare--"
Whap! "You just keep quiet -- if you know what's good for you. You're
in enough trouble already, young lady." John got the briefs down almost to
her knees, and told her, "All right, lower yourself back onto my lap. Your
warm-up is over, and its time to begin your real punishment."
Knowing better than to argue any more -- although she did gasp when John
said that the real spanking was only beginning - Analise resumed her place
over John's lap. John started to spank her bare bottom. He spanked in
groups of five -- five on her right check, five on her left, and five
across the middle of her bottom. After one set of five in each location,
Analise was yelling with each swat. Not far into the second set her legs
started kicking, although it didn't bring her any relief. During the third
set she began to cry -- letting out the tears she had (mostly) held in
until then. At the end of four sets -- 60 hard hand-spanks - John paused.
He waited for Analise to calm down a bit. After two or three minutes, her
crying had changed to a subdued sobbing, and her legs were still.
"All right, Young Lady, we're done with your handspanking, so get up off
my lap. Come on, now -- up you get." Slowly she got up, her panties
falling to her ankles, and then she started rubbing her bottom - gingerly
at first and then a bit more vigorously as she tried to kneed the sting out
-- to no avail. He let this go on for a minute or so, and then he said,
"OK, that's enough. You stop rubbing your self, and you march your naughty
little bottom across the room and stick your nose right into that corner,
with your hands on your head, and you do it NOW. [Pause] I'm going to
count to five, and if your nose isn't in that corner by five, you will wish
it had been. One! Two! Three! Fo--"
"It's in, it's in! stop counting, please John, it's in!" Analise had
gotten herself across the room as fast as she could waddle, with her
panties around her ankles making her take short, mincing steps. Now she
was desperate to stop him before the count reached the fatal number. Not
that she knew what would happen if it did, but somehow it seemed like it
would be the end of the world.
Analise stood there with her nose in the corner. All she could see was
a small part of the wall, so she closed her eyes. She was sure that John
wasn't done punishing her, but she didn't have any idea what he might be
going to do next. She gave up trying to imagine, and let the present
moment roll over her. Her bottom was still very sore, although the worst
of the fiery sting was fading. What was perhaps worse was her
embarrassment. It was bad enough to have gone over John's lap for such a
childish punishment. Standing in the corner like a naughty little girl,
with her panties around her ankles and her spanked ass on display was
somehow worse. But what was worst of all was to know that John was furious
with her, and that she had let him down badly -- indeed that she probably
*deserved* the childish punishment she was receiving. It was that that
really hurt, knowing that John was feeling betrayed and hurt by her
actions, that she had made herself to look small and childish in his eyes.
Although he had said that he would forgive her, she didn't want to NEED his
forgiveness, and she didn't see *how* he could ever forget her awful,
childish behavior.
*****
John allowed Analise to stand in the corner for half an hour while he
got ready for the next part of her punishment, both physically and
emotionally. He was going to take her farther then they had been before,
and he needed to get his own courage up. He also wanted to let her bottom
recover a little bit, *and* to have the humiliation of standing in the
corner work on her spirit. While she was waiting, he got the various
things he planned to use ready for the next phase of Analise's discipline.
Finally he was ready to continue with her punishment.
"Well, Analise, I hope you are thoroughly ashamed of yourself, standing
there with your nose in the corner like a naughty little girl. But then,
that is how you behaved, isn't it -- like a very naughty little girl who
was just asking to have her bottom warmed. I want you to understand
something -- as long as we're together, whenever you act like a naughty
little girl, you'll get punished like one, and you'll wind up with your
nose in a corner and your tail on fire. Maybe this will make you think
twice about acting irresponsibly."
"Oh, John, I'm so sorry, I really am. Please John, I'm --"
"And you're about to be even sorrier. Before I get done with you, I am
going to make you the sorriest little girl I can imagine. Turn around and
come over to me -- it's time for the next part of your punishment. You're
getting a good paddling, Young Lady, and I hope you learn a good lesson
from it."
"But John, I'm already so sore, and I *have* learned -
"Not another word out of you, Young Lady. You get yourself over here
and you do it NOW, or you'll get double what you already have coming. I'll
tell YOU when you've learned your lesson, and until I do, I expect noting
but quiet obedience out of you, young lady!"
Analise waddled back to the sofa where John was sitting as fast as she
could, with her panties still around her ankles to hobble her. All too
soon for her taste she was again staring at the rug with her upthrust
bottom positioned over his lap for her further punishment. John brought
his right leg over both of hers, so that she was pinned down, unable to
move her upper legs. From the end table beside the sofa John picked up a
good-sized, classic, wooden hairbrush. He gave her six hard smacks on her
left cheek, laying them on slowly, so that she had time to feel each one
separately. He paused for several seconds after each swat.
Analise was yelling at each SWAT, and sobbing between spanks, long
before John was done. She wanted to cover her rear, but she was afraid of
what John might do if she tried, so she grabbed his ankle with both hands
to keep them out of the danger zone. After John had finished spanking her
left cheek, he applied the same dose to the right cheek, then applied three
hard, slow spanks to each thigh. Then John put the paddle back on the end
table.
"All right, Young Lady. You took that fairly well, so that's it for the
hairbrush. But your punishment is still far from over. And remember, if
anything like this ever happens again, you'll get at least three dozen with
the hairbrush -- more if I think it's deserved." John paused for a long
time. Analise said nothing, but continued to sob softly. "Next on your
list, Young Lady, is a dozen with the strap."
"But, John, please! I can't--"
"Not one word out of you Analise. You said quite enough last night.
You have only two choices: take your strapping quietly, or complain about
it and earn yourself a repeat of the hairburshing first, followed by the
same strapping you would have gotten anyway, only extra hard. Now which is
it going to be?"
"All right, John, I'll be good. But please don't be *too* hard on me."
"You're only getting what you deserve, Naughty One. In fact, I'm
letting you off a bit easy, since this is your first serious spanking from
me. Don't expect to get off so easily in the future -- not for naughtiness
this severe, anyway. Now stop talking and prepare yourself."
John picked up the heavy leather belt that was lying on the end table
beside the paddle. He held it by the buckle end. Then he folded it in two
and gripped both ends, leaving the looped double thickness of leather free
in the middle. He draped this loosely over Analise's already hot bottom.
She flinched.
"Can you feel that, Young Lady? . . . Answer me when I ask you a
question!"
"Yes, John, I can feel it. Please don't beat me with it, John, please.
I'm so sorry, I'll be good, please, I'll--"
"That's enough out of you. I told you before not to beg to be let off
from the punishment you deserve. This is your last warning -- do it again
and you'll get extra strokes, and you're already in quite enough trouble, I
should think." He twitched the belt, and she flinched again. "You're going
to get a dozen sound smacks with this, and I want you to count each stroke
out loud after you get it. Then I want you to tell me how sorry you are,
and why. If you forget to count or apologize, we'll repeat the stroke. If
you lose track of the count, we'll start over from the beginning. Now get
ready -- here it comes."
WHACK! "Oww! [pause]
"Analise!" he said warningly
"Oh, One, Sir. I'm sorry I was rude, Sir." She didn't know why she was
addressing him as "Sir" but somehow it seemed the proper thing to do.
"If I have to remind you again, we'll repeat a stroke.
"WHACK! "Owww! Two, Sir. I'm sorry I got drunk, Sir."
The strapping continued in this way for the next six strokes. Analise's
voice was getting shriller, and her bottom sorer and sorer, but she hadn't
missed a count yet. Then-
WHACK! "OwWW! Ow! It burns so! Oh John, please stop. Please--"
"Analise! You are supposed to count, not beg. Now which swat was that?
Or have you lost the count as well as forgetting to mention it?"
"Oh! That was number nine. I'm sorry I forgot to count, really I am.
Ow!"
"You mean it *would* have been number nine. Since you didn't count,
we'll repeat it. And since you asked to be let off, against my direct
orders, you get an extra swat. Your total is now thirteen. Now get it
right this time or we'll be here all day."
WHACK! "Ow OWW! Nine, Sir. I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of
your family."
Analise received her remaining four strokes without missing the count
again, nor did she earn any further extras. When the thirteenth was done,
John unlocked Analise's legs, and brought his own legs back together so
that she was again supported by a complete lap. He let her lay there and
sob for a while, until she had recovered a bit. While she as getting her
breath back, Analise felt John doing something to the skirt of her
nightgown. She didn't know what he was doing, but he wasn't spanking her
anymore, and that was all she cared about at the moment. After several
minutes has passed in silence (except for muffled sobs from Analise), John
gave her a little push, as if to shove her off his lap.
"All right, Analise, on your feet now. Your punishment is not over yet,
Young Lady. Now I want you to march yourself right back across the room
and put your nose back in your corner. I want you to spend some time
thinking about the paddling and strapping you just got, and why you got it.
You might also keep in mind that if there is any repeat of this kind of
behavior you won't get off so easily. Now get yourself into that corner,
get your hands on your head, and I don't want to hear so much as a peep out
of you until I call you out of the corner or ask you a question. Now Get!"
Whap! John gave her an open-handed swat on her bare bottom to get her
moving. Analise slowly stood up. Something felt wrong around her rear --
aside from the fact that it was on fire from her spankings, that is. It
felt drafty, somehow. Analise gingerly reached back and found that her
nightgown no longer hung down over her rear -- instead it arched up high
over the small of her back, as if cut away. She couldn't understand what
had happened. She was just reaching down to rub some of the soreness out
of her bottom before going back to the punishment corner, when John spoke.
"Get that hand *away* from there now, young lady! I told you to get
your hands on your head and your face in the corner, and if you don't obey
me right quick I'll see if another paddling improves your attitude."
Whap! Smack! John applied a pair of additional swats, a bit harder
than the previous one. Analise jerked her hand away from her bottom and
waddled her way over to the corner as fast as she could, considering that
her panties were *still* around her ankles. Still it didn't take long
before she was back in the corner with her fingers interlaced on her head
and nothing to see but the walls of the living room. She shut her eyes and
waited for John's next instructions. She felt so ashamed, standing in the
corner like a naughty eight-year-old, with her sore, justspanked bottom on
display.
"All right, Analise. Now I want you to keep quiet and stand still in
that corner until I tell you differently. I also want you to think some
more about what you did and what it earned you, and how you are going to
behave in the future. Your punishment is far from over, Young Lady. And
by the way, I saw you fingering the hem of your nightgown a minute ago.
You were right, it has changed. I've pinned the back of your gown up out
of the way, so that your naughty, spanked, little bottom is bare for me to
see while you stand in the corner. And as a further reminder, you are
going to wear that nightgown, pinned up, for the rest of the day. And --"
"Oh, no John, please don't make me do that, I'll--"
Whack! Smack! John strode across the room and gave Analise two sharp
smacks on her reddened rear, cutting off her protest in mid sentence.
"That's enough out of you, Young Lady. One more peep out of you, and I'LL
haul you right back across my knee for another dose of the hairbrush. So
if that's what you want, just keep yelling." She was carefully silent while
he waited for a response. "I didn't think so. Well, as I was saying
before I was so *rudely* interrupted, I'd better not catch you unpinning
your gown if you know what's good for you, Young Lady. You may consider
yourself in disgrace for the rest of the day."
With that John walked off, leaving Analise to her place in the corner
and the company of her thoughts. She was deeply regretting having been so
rude and inconsiderate the previous evening. Her bottom *hurt* and she
could feel herself blushing bright red. She was so ashamed of both her
behavior and the childish punishment it had earned her. She admitted to
herself that she deserved every swat, but she hoped that John didn't have
too much more in store for her -- she wasn't sure how much more her bottom
could take. Until she met John she hadn't been spanked since she was a
little girl of eight and a half, and she remembered being very embarrassed
by getting a spanking even then. She found herself feeling very much like
that naughty little girl she remembered being - although she didn't think
that her spankings then had hurt so much. She very much wanted to touch
her bottom, to try to ease some of the sting out, but she didn't dare. She
was afraid that she was going to get in even more trouble.
After more than half an hour, John returned. "You can turn around now,
Analise. It's time for the next stage of your punishment. Come with me."
He took her by the earlobe again, and led her down the hall to his study.
When she didn't move fast enough to suit him, he gave her a sharp swat on
her exposed rear. On the study desk was a sheaf of writing paper, and a
pen. In front of the desk was a wicker chair instead of the usual padded
desk chair. "All right, sit down."
"But I'm too *sore* to sit, my--" WHACK! "Ow!"
"I said, `Sit down!' now follow orders and no more backtalk out of you,
young lady." Gingerly, she sat in the chair, wincing as it pressed into her
well-spanked bottom. "Now you are going to write a note of apology to
Uncle Bill for your rude and insulting comments to him. And then you are
going to write a note to Joe and Phyllis, apologizing for spoiling their
party and abusing their hospitality. In each note you are to make it clear
that you have been punished, and promise not to repeat the offense. You
need not spell out exactly how you have been punished, if you don't want
to. (If this happens again, however, you will be describing your punishment
in detail when you apologize.) Then you are going to write a third note, to
me. You will apologize to me for embarrassing me in front of my family,
and thank me for giving you the punishment you needed and deserved. You
will not get up until all three notes are done, and I have checked and
approved all of them. Misspellings, poor writing, or a bad attitude as
shown by the tone of the note will require a re-write, perhaps with some
extra motivation for your rear if the problems are too severe. Now get
started -- the sooner you start, the sooner you'll finish and can get up
from that nasty chair."
After a long, weary time, all three notes were completed to John's
satisfaction. The first note had had to be rewritten twice, and before the
second re-write John had stood Analise up, bent her over the back of the
wicker chair, and applied about twenty hard handspanks to her bottom before
reseating her to continue her labors. The note to Joe and Phyllis had
required only one re-write, but the final note -- to John himself --
Analise had had to redo three times before John would OK it, and Analise
had endured a session over the chair-back before embarking on re-write
number two, and another one -- this time featuring the hairbrush -- before
the final re-write. But all three notes were finally done, and Analise had
at last been allowed to leave the wicker chair for good.
"I didn't think you were ever going to get that last note done, dear.
But now that it is, your spankings are over for this piece of naughtiness.
Now I want you to put your nose back in the corner for a while, and think
some more about your misbehavior last night, your punishment, and how you
are going to act in future. After a while, I will call you to the table
for a light supper, and then it will be bedtime for you, young lady. And
by the way, since you are still in disgrace, and aren't 'ill', *you* will
sleep in the spare room tonight -- and don't so much as poke your nose out
of it until morning if you know what's good for you."
"Tomorrow we will visit Bill and Joe & Phyllis, and you will deliver
your notes in person, and make such additional apologies as may seem
appropriate. Then this incident will be over, forgiven if not forgotten.
However, after we deliver your notes, we are going to come back here for a
talk on what the rules are going to be in this household in future. I
expect that you will misbehave from time to time during our marriage, and I
want to get things quite clear between us as to how such matters will be
handled. Now, before you head for the corner again. Now, do you have
anything to say?"
"Yes, John. I just want to say again how sorry I am for my foolish and
bad behavior. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again, really I won't.
Please, John, say you still love me, Please ..."
"Hush, dear. Of course I still love you -- that's why I took the
trouble to correct your behavior. You were naughty, you've been punished.
It's over, the slate is clear -- or it will be after we deliver your notes
tomorrow. Now get your nose back in the corner for the last little bit of
your punishment, darling.
*****
Analise got the rest of her punishment as John had outlined. John had
said that she would have to stand in the corner for "a while" - this turned
out to be about an hour and a half, or a little more. Although she tried
to start a discussion with him over supper, and afterwards, he told her
that he wanted her "thinking, not talking" and that their discussion would
wait until the next day -- *after* the apologies had been delivered. Once
dinner was over -- which didn't take long, as it was only a light pasta and
a salad -- he shooed her off to bed promptly. She tried to object at
first, saying that she wasn't tired yet and wanted to talk, but when John
asked if she preferred to go to bed right away, or stay up just long enough
for another spanking, she was up the stairs and into bed in nothing flat.
She did remember and obey John's instruction to use the spare room. It
took her quite a while to fall asleep, partly because it was still quite
early, and partly because she wasn't used to sleeping in the spare room.
She felt like a little girl sent to bed early in disgrace -- which after
all was what she was, except that she wasn't so very little.
The next day, John and Analise visited John's relatives to deliver her
apologies. Joe and Phyllis were very nice about it. "Well, these little
upsets do happen from time to time." Phyllis had said, "Particularly when
people are celebrating a bit much. It's all in the family, Dear. And
since you assure us that the matter has been properly taken care of, we'll
say no more about it. I do hope that you will join us again soon."
Uncle Bill, other the other hand, made Analise feel like a tenyear-old
taken back to a neighbor's to apologize for a tantrum at a birthday party.
"I'm glad to see you're feeling less boisterous, Young Lady. What have you
got to say for yourself?" Bill had replied to Analise's initial, halting
statement that she wanted to apologize for the previous evening.
"I'm very sorry for my poor behavior last night. I was wrong to raise
my voice to you. I was rude to speak to you in such a fashion, and to
contradict you. And my language was completely inappropriate. John has
punished me for my bad behavior, as I deserved. I promise never to do
anything of the kind again. I'm very sorry -- please forgive me. Here is
a note with my written apology -- please accept it." Analise wished that
the ground would open up and swallow her as she made this speech, but she
knew that she had to go through with it -- John had made that VERY clear to
her before they left home.
"You're very sorry, are you? You say that Johnny here has punished you,
has he?"
"Yes, Sir, he has."
"Gave you a good talking-to, did he?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Was that all? Or did he really punish you? Have you really learned
your lesson this time, Young Lady? Just how were you punished?"
"He. . . He. . . That is, I. . ." She trailed off into sputters.
"Answer Uncle Bill's questions, Analise. I warned you that you might be
asked, and that you would have to answer. Go on now, get it over with."
"He spanked me, Sir. He spanked me and paddled me and strapped me, and
he made me stand in the corner -- over and over again. I really, truly
have learned my lesson, Sir, and I am truly sorry for having made such a
bother of myself."
"So you got the paddle and the strap, did you, girl? Come on then, tell
me all about it. How many times? Did it hurt. Does it still sting?"
John thought that Bill was going a bit too far, and he broke in, "Come
on, Bill. This is Analise's first formal punishment - please give her a
little slack. I assure you that she has been thoroughly disciplined for
her misdeeds, and I believe that she understands her error and is sincerely
repentant. Please don't draw this out too far."
"All right, Analise, I accept your apology. You're forgiven. Think no
more about it -- everyone gets out of line once in a while. Sorry if I
made it too hard on you. It's clear that Johnny here is really looking out
for you. If I were you I'd hang onto this young man. Come over and visit
again soon -- under more pleasant circumstances, I hope."
After that interview, which left Analise blushing and stammering, John
and Analise went back to their townhouse. John led Analise into the living
room, and sat down on the sofa. He gestured to her to take the chair
across from him.
"Darling, you did that very well. Those apologies complete your
punishment, and you are no longer in disgrace. You are completely
forgiven. This incident is now put behind us -- Uh so to speak. But I do
want to talk about our future together, and to lay down some clear ground
rules for our shared lives. I think that this will make our lives together
much happier and easier. I take it that you understand why I punished you,
and you agree that it was deserved?"
"Yes, John. My behavior was completely out-of-line. Thank you for
correcting me and forgiving me."
Now, while I hope that you are never going to repeat that particular
transgression, I am sure that you are going to get "out-of-line" again from
time to time. When you do, I plan to take action. I do not intend to
condone childish or inappropriate conduct on your part. I reserve the
right to punish you as I see fit in any such case, but I want you to expect
that a spanking or a paddling will normally be at least a part of your
punishment. I also want you to know, and accept, that any punishments are
given out of love and caring, not meanness or sadism. I also want you to
know that I will never punish you without listening to your side of things,
fully. If you truly, sincerely, believe that your actions were adult and
appropriate, I will think twice *and* thrice before I punish you. Normally
I expect to punish you only for actions which we both agree were childish
and harmful, either to yourself or to others. With that in mind, do you
agree to accept punishment when I think that you have earned it?
"Yes, John, I will. I don't want you to punish me, and I hope that I
never earn another punishment, but if I do screw up, I want you to clear
the air. I hope that something like this punishment will not happen very
often, however. But please, don't ever punish me in front of anyone else?
Let it be something private between us, please?"
"I won't promise you that, Analise. If you persist in misbehaving in
public, you may leave me no choice. What I will promise you is that if you
are nearing the line, I will warn you, discretely. We'll work out a code
phrase for that. If you shape up, fine. If not, I'll ask you to come with
me and we'll go somewhere private. Bu if you resist, or make a scene , or
go too far, then you *will* be punished in public. But only if *you* force
my hand -- otherwise not. However, if others are involved in your
transgressions, you will normally have to apologize in public, as you did
today. This will particularly be true if family are involved -- and you
will find that members of my family understand the situation. You might
say that I am simply carrying on the family tradition. So, Analise, do you
still agree to accept punishment at my orders, with that in mind?"
"Yes, John. But please, John, please use public punishment only as a
very LAST resort. I think that I'd just die if you punished me in public."
"All right, dear, now let's get to some more specific ground rules. In
general I expect you to act in an adult manner. Childish behavior will
earn childish punishment. There doesn't have to be a specific rule against
something if it is clear that you should have known better. However, there
are some things which you can be sure will earn you a spanking. "
"Lying to me is absolutely forbidden. Our marriage will have to be
built on trust. If you violate that trust, you are hurting both of us, and
can expect severe punishment. In return, I promise never to lie to you.
"I expect ladylike behavior and language from you, Analise. You are
free to disagree with me, but not to curse, swear, rant, rave, or throw a
tantrum. You will treat me (and others) with respect, or be treated like a
naughty five-year-old. In return, you can expect always to be treated with
respect and gentility by me."
"When you have agreed to undertake a task, you will complete it, on-time
and to the best of your ability. If you can't, you will let me know right
away so that schedules can be adjusted. Anyone can misestimate or take on
too much, but carelessness and negligence with promised tasks is
punishable. If I can't depend on you, then you can depend on me to get to
the bottom of the problem."
"Major purchases will be made only after consultation between us. You
can count on me not to violate this principle. I expect the same of you,
Analise. If I don't get it, you can count on me to punish you as you
deserve. Trying to hide a purchase made in violation of this rule will
count as lying, and will lead to an additional punishment on that basis."
"Similarly, money will be handled responsibly. Withdrawals from savings
will only be made as a joint decision. Failing to record checks or credit
card use will be punished. If you bounce a check, you can expect that the
punishment will be severe."
"When you have agreed to be somewhere, you will be there, promptly.
This particularly applies to joint social events or anytime when I am
counting on you, Analise. If you will be away from your usual locations
for a sizable amount of time, you will let me know or leave a message. You
will be able to expect the same from me. That way, each of us will be able
to find the other when needed. If you make me hunt for you, you won't like
what happens when I *do* find you."
"Obviously I expect your faithfulness and loyalty. This doesn't just
mean not having affairs - I'm not particularly worried about that. It
means not going behind my back, not gossiping about our private business,
and generally being supportive and showing a common front to the world.
That doesn't mean that you aren't allowed to disagree with me, when you
have an honest difference of opinion. It does mean not cutting me down,
and not changing a position we have agreed to support without consultation.
I think it should be obvious to you when this rule applies. If you are in
doubt, talk it over with me. Again, you can expect the same things from me
that I am demanding of you."
"I will expect you to take on and complete a reasonable share of the
household duties. We will discuss and agree on what constitutes a
reasonable share, which will change depending on the circumstances and our
various outside commitments. Likewise, we will agree on my share, which
you can expect me to do. If circumstances change, so that you can't do as
much as agreed, you will let me know ASAP. Just letting things go is not
acceptable. That is doubly true if the cause is simple laziness or poor
time management. Letting things pile up so that I have to clean up after
your chores will result in punishment for certain."
"I will expect you to dress, and act, appropriately for the
circumstances. Casual clothes may be appropriate at home, sexy ones for
intimate moments. In public, you should not be too casual or too
provocative, and on formal occasions you should dress formally. Again,
good sense and good judgement are expected. If you don't use them, I will
explain your error to you, more or less forcefully as the case may require.
Similarly, proper politeness is required in public, and formal behavior
where it is needed. Act like a five-year-old having a tantrum at a party,
and I'll treat you as one, as you have already discovered."
"Now, Analise, do you have any questions or objections to any of those
rules? Are there any others that you want to add? Is there any aspect of
this which you want to discuss?"
"I don't think that those rules are unreasonable, John. I promise to do
my best to live up to them, and I understand that you will punish me if I
fail - indeed I suppose it will be good for me. Two things: what will your
warning code be, if we are in public and I am approaching a spanking? And
perhaps more important, you promised a lot of things to me; you have made
it clear how *I* will be punished if I mess up, but what will happen to you
if you break one of the rules?"
"Good questions, Analise. As for the first - Hmm - How about if I say
something like `Be careful, you're approaching the Red Zone' or `Careful,
Analise, I think that's a Sore Subject'? Yes I think that `Red Zone' and
`Sore Subject' will be our code words, at least for the time being? Is
that OK with you?"
"Yes, those sound OK. What about what happens when you screw up? Just
how one-sided is this to be, anyway?"
"Well, I do expect to be the `senior' partner in this marriage. I
wouldn't be comfortable with you spanking me, and I don't think you really
would be, either. On the other hand, you're right - If I screw up there
should be a comparable consequence. I don't have any good ideas on that,
at the moment. If you do, let me know. If not, lets let that sit until it
comes up, or until one of us has an idea about it, OK? I do promise that
If I mess up and we haven't agreed on a consequence, I will take whatever
you impose, after due reflection, of course. Is that OK, for the time
being, or do you have any suggestions?"
"Not at the moment, John. I guess I can live with leaving it that much
up in the air for now. I do hope that it will be a long time before either
of us earns a punishment, though."
"I can agree with that wish wholeheartedly, my dear. For the moment,
how about some equally personal, if rather more pleasant, activities?"
"You'll have to catch me, first, darling!"
John chased Analise through the townhouse and into the main bedroom,
where a tickle fight ensued. This soon changed into vigorous lovemaking.
In deference to her still sore rear, John let Analise take the upper
position, and he found that his forbearance was well repaid.
*****
During the remainder of John and Analise's engagement, there were a few
minor incidents, leading to brief spankings, but no serious punishments,
certainly nothing comparable to the first one. In fact, nothing that
involved more than a handspanking. Their relationship continued to deepen,
and their love to grow.
John and Analise attended several more family gatherings, and there were
no problems at any of them. As the wedding approached, there was a round
of parties and dinners, with his family, with hers, with friends, and with
various combinations. Analise was very careful not to overdue the alcohol
at any of these, with the memory of her previous transgression and its
punishment still fresh in her mind. She did talk with Phyllis, and some of
the other ladies in John's family. Nothing was said openly, but she got
several little hints that John's methods were not unprecedented in his
clan.
The wedding was a traditional one, with the men in morning coats, the
women in dresses, and the bride in white satin. The bride said "obey" in
her vow, at which several of the members of the groom's family smiled
knowingly. Their three-week Caribbean honeymoon was wonderful, and before
Analise knew it they were back in the townhouse, starting on their new life
together.
[To be continued in Chapter 2 -- sometime]
-Don A. Landhill (Dlandhill@aol.com)
See my stories at http://www.geocities.com/dlandhill
Also stories by SamPast, Kayley, and Jen
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