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Certificate of Correction Pt 3
When I awoke the next morning, Karen was already up. I
could hear her rustling around in the kitchen. She
heard me in the bathroom and called to me, telling me
to come on down for breakfast. "And don't bother to
dress!" she admonished in a sing-song lilt. I
staggered downstairs in my t-shirt and boxer shorts to
find Karen in a flimsy nighty bouncing about in the
kitchen. At her command I sat down and was treated to
a hearty breakfast served by Karen in the little pink
baby doll neglige that hid little. My penis gave a
little twitch at the sight of those luscious breasts
and her jouncy rear end. I noticed that her ass seemed
yet a bit pink from the previous night's festivities.
Hmmm....I was starting to get worked up again, all
right. We sat down and ate. I was eying Karen as
hungrily as the eggs, and I was famished.
"Are you done?" she said over our third cup of coffee.
"Because if you are, I want to continue our
experiment," she said grinning.
Mmmm boy, I thought. You bet I want to get my hands on
those pnuematic buns of hers again.
"Are you sure you are up for this again?" I said with
genuine concern. "Your fanny still looks pinkish."
"Oh, you're not going to smack MY bottom this
morning........oh no," she said giggling.
Then it dawned on me.
"Wait a minute...you don't mean to..."
"Oh yes I do! Come on Rollin. You agreed to help me. I
now know what a smacking with that spanker is like
...thank you very much," she said, lifting and giving
her rear end a rub," but I also need to know how to
give one."
I choked on the coffee. "You've got to be kidding. You
want to smack ME with that thing?"
Karen huffed, "What's the matter, .....are you
chicken? To take a little spanking from a girl? A
strong, brave guy like you?"
I was trapped and I knew it. I mumbled a surly ok.
Karen broke into a big smile, and said, "Good boy,"
pinching my cheek playfully. There was silence for a
moment.
"Well.... no time like the present for giving my brave
boy his spanking. Come with me young man," she said
with a mock serious tone.
We got up from the table and Karen took my arm and
led me into the living room where the Sandal lay on
the coffee table. Karen sat down and crooked her
finger, grinning all the while, beckoning me to her
side. I sighed and shuffled to her side reluctantly.
She patted her thighs and I draped myself across her
lap. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against my
back, and took up the spanker.
"Lift up Rollin. This is the moment of truth for all
naughty boys." I obeyed and felt her fingers in the
waistband of my shorts. She tugged my boxers to my
knees fully baring my hind end. A cool breeze fanned
my rear as she patted it with the spanker. She gave my
fanny a few more tentative taps and said: "I am going
to give you what I think they call a good SOUND
spanking! Now don't move. Be brave. After all I took
mine, so you should take yours."
Then she started to smack. She was tentative at first
and the first few spanks were tingly and somewhat
pleasant. Then she really got into it, putting some
force behind the blows, and my bottom started to heat
up. I felt solid hard slow smacks for about the first
ten then she switched to a rapid cadence for the next
ten. My bottom started to really sting as she laid on
smack after smack, alternating one side at a time,
sometimes right across the middle. I could imagine
what she looked like, a determined look on her pretty
face, arm flashing in the air, breasts heaving and
then bringing the Sandal down with a loud smack. My
body gave a jerk with each sonorous smack! that
landed. I gasped and wriggled. My sit-spot was heating
up and I knew my buns must be getting red by now.
"How (smack!) does this (smack!) feel (smack!) Rollin?
"( Smack! smack! smack!)
"Oww....it stings."
"Good.(smack! smack!). You probably deserve it for all
the stuff (smack! smack!) you got away with when you
(smack!) were (smack!) a kid. (Smack! smack! smack!)"
"Yeowww...ouch ...ow ....ouch. That's enough....stop!"
"No...not yet...tell me is it worse with slow even
spanks like this?
(smack!.....smack!.....smack!......smack!), or fast
spanks---- all at once like this?"
smack!spank!swat!whap!smack!crack!spank!
"Ow...ow...ow..ow....they're both bad", I yelped, "Now
for god's sake stop!"
"Just a few more good hard ones, Rollin. I'm
pretending you are a naughty 16 year old truant.
This(smack!) will (smack!) teach(smack!) you(smack!)
to get to school(Smack! whack! swat! spank!whap!)"
"ouch..ouch...ow..ooh...Karen...stop now? ok?"
I imagine I looked like a 16 year old truant lying
over her knee with a beet red bottom and howling for
mercy after a good licking from the truant officer.
She stopped and I hopped up off her lap rubbing my
flaming buns and doing a little dance as I ooh'ed and
ahh'ed. As the fire subsided to a hot glow, amazingly,
my cock began to harden again. I contemplated Karen's
barely concealed charms in the little nighty. Karen
reached out and took my throbbing member in her hand.
"Ohhh...is this for me? Maybe there is some benefit
after all to a good old fashioned spanking for you,
Rollin. We may have to do this again. I know it turned
me on."
And with that she stood up and doffed the flimsy
nighty to reveal her glorious nakedness. While I stood
she knelt and took me in her mouth until I could stand
no more. I pulled her up and flung her to the couch.
She was more than ready and I slid right in. We
commenced to fuck furiously, building quickly to a
climax. We rested awhile in each other's arms then
started up again, this time very slowly. And so it
went...
We made love all weekend, just friends no more. All
too soon it became Monday morning.
***********************************************************************
We met at her place after work. Karen was bustling
around in the kitchen fixing a casserole. I could tell
she was bursting to tell me about her day and I was
curious about her case that she had mentioned, a girl
named Antonia DuBois.
"You would'nt believe my day!" she said. "Wow, what an
education."
"I'm all ears. Did little miss Antonia get her botty
smacked?"
"And how! But that's not the half of it. I got to the
office down at Juvenile and about 10am I get this call
on the intercom from Eva Findje. She's been there for
a while. She's in her late 30's tall, short platinum
blonde hair, a real nordic goddess type. She wants me
to witness corporal punishment. See, whenever we are
going to administer CP at our level, which we have
authority to do, we have to call in another case
officer as a witness. Well, I haven't been there that
long so it was my first. I had noticed this kid, about
15 and his mother coming in earlier and they went into
Eva's office. I didn't think any more about it until I
got the call. So anyway I go down to Eva's office and
this kid, his name was Ricky, he's sitting there white
as a sheet. Eva told me later that when he came in he
was snotty and rude. That was one of the reasons Eva
decided on CP. It seems Ricky is on probation for
repeated curfew arrests and last night the cops picked
him up again. He spent the night in Juvie and his mom
was there to pick him up. They brought him in when his
mom arrived and he starts mouthing off to Eva. Big
mistake. Eva tells Ricky she won't tolerate disrespect
and his mother says that he is rude to her all the
time. Eva tells his mom that a good hard spanking
might help to fix that and his mom agrees. Now Ricky
is starting to sweat. Eva then decides that
administrative CP is called for and calls me in."
"As I walk in Ricky is sitting there wringing his
hands and Eva is writing on a form. It's the form we
all fill out when we are going to dish out
administrative CP. I notice she puts Ricky down for 50
licks. Ricky starts to plead with his mom who just
shakes her head. She tells him he has had this coming
for a long time. Eva opens a drawer and takes out the
Sandal. Ricky's eyes get as big as saucers. Eva stands
up to her full 5'11" height and says 'Lets go, Ricky.'
Ricky cringes but his mom pushes him out the door. Eva
is in front tapping that paddle in her hand and her
heels click as we walk down the hall. At the admin
desk Eva asks Julie if room 211 is vacant. She gives
Ricky this big evil grin and says, "go right in, no
waiting." Eva tells Ricky to go inside."
"Once inside Eva sits on the bench. This is a wide
black padded exercise bench like you'd find at the
gym, except that is has a vertical back in the middle.
This was the old model spanking bench and they still
use them for younger kids. Anyway Eva demands that
Ricky put out his hands. She secures them with soft
restraints, then positions Ricky to her right. She
undoes his belt, unzips his fly and pulls his pants
down. Ricky is blubbering and protesting, but mom just
shakes her head, no. Eva pulls Ricky right over her
knee and props him so that his fanny is the highest
point of his body. Then she takes his underpants down.
Ricky is really squealing now, begging to be let off."
"Eva tells Ricky he is getting 50 licks and she asks
me to count. I nod and she brings that little spanker
down on Ricky's little bottom with a loud crack. She
really puts it to him. Eva spanks slow and hard. She
must have taken 5 minutes to give Ricky his 50 swats
and I bet it was the longest 5 minutes of his young
life. Each smack was deliberate and given as hard as
she could make it. Eva does not hold back. He really
got a good tanning. He squealed like a stuck pig with
every spank and that was a lot of squealing because
she spaced the spanks about 10 seconds apart. Ricky's
fanny went from white to pink to cherry red. He tried
kicking his legs but Eva held him down and just kept
spanking one cheek then the other. I think it hurt
more than a fast spanking because he had time to
absorb each one and think about the next."
"Ricky is crying real tears now and begging Eva to
stop. She lectures him between each lick of the final
10. I guess she wanted to make sure the lesson was
driven home. Finally she lets him up. Ricky hops up
and does this frantic little dance, rubbing his red
butt, oblivious to the fact that three women are
watching. Finally he "comes to" , so to speak and
pulls his pants back up. You should have seen it! His
face was as red as his fanny."
"Eva shakes the paddle at him and says something like
'Let that be a good lesson, young man. Don't let me
find you back here again!' Then Ricky's mom turns to
Eva and asks her in this oh-so- sweet voice where can
she find one of those Sandal paddles. You should have
seen the look on Ricky's face after that one. It was
priceless."
"Sounds like an interesting start to the day," I
ventured.
"It gets better. After watching Eva, I know what the
drill is, and after ah...practicing on you, I think I
know how to do this."
"Well, I would hope my participation in your
'experiment' was of some help," I said dryly. "What
happened next?"
"I think I told you about this case. There's this
girl. Antonia DuBois. Snooty. Rich girl. She's a
truant, an habitual one. School authorities complain
to us and we have to process them through here. In a
lot of states she'd get the paddle at school but I
guess we aren't as enlightened here. Anyway, now its a
probation violation. I don't want to take it to court,
what are they going to do?"
"Make her get a Certificate?" I ventured.
"Maybe after a few more violations, the court would
recommend that. But I wanted to nip it in the bud now.
I thought maybe a short painful shock to Miss
Antonia's fundament might put her back on the bus and
get her out of our hair. We really have bigger
problems, like shoplifting and drinking and drugs."
"So she comes in with her mother who I can see is at
her wit's end with this child. She's a very pretty
girl, she has to be popular. You know, short blonde
hair in a pageboy style, nice figure, about 5'7", long
legs, cute face. Drives the boys to distraction for
sure. A real man killer.
"So we start to talk. I explain that legally she must
be in school at her age. She is sullen and snippy, as
if this whole thing is some big inconvenience for her.
Her mother chimes in, echoing what I'm saying, but
Antonia just rolls her eyes. I turn to her mother and
say something like 'it looks like we are not making an
impression here.' Her mother nods and then I drop the
bomb. In a matter-of-fact voice I tell Antonia that in
view of her attitude I think the administration of
case officer level CP is appropriate.
Antonia does not know what this means. 'In lieu of
reporting this violation to the court, I am proposing
a non-formal sanction in this case and hope that
afterwards you learn to comply with the conditions of
your probation.' Antonia still doesn't get it. Light
is beginning to dawn on her mom's face though, and she
just eyes her daughter and smiles. Antonia just wears
this puzzled expression. I decide to buzz Eva. I tell
her that I'm about to administer CP and I need a
witness. Antonia is becoming alarmed now, and says
'What is this?'
"I say 'In a moment Antonia you and I and your mother,
if she wishes, and a coworker who will witness this,
will take a little walk down the hall to room 211.
There I will sit on a low padded bench and you will
lift your dress and place yourself across my knee for
some much-needed correction. You will receive a good
spanking from me of 50 smacks on your bare backside
with this', and I pull the Sandal out of my drawer and
plop it on the desk. She stares at it, eyes wide,
mouth hanging open. 'No..no...you can't do this to
me.' Antonia turns to her mom now, 'Can she mom? Can
she really do this?' Mom just lifts her eyebrows and
shrugs and says, 'I think she can, dear. It's the
law.'
Mom is tickled pink. She's probably tried everything
with Antonia and nothing's worked. Now we've got her
attention. Then Eva arrives and the sight of this tall
stern-looking woman seems to intimidate Antonia even
more. I tell Eva very matter-of-factly that I'm going
to administer a spanking to Antonia. Eva nods and
folds her arms. Antonia is licking her lips and
squirming while I take my time filling out the
paperwork. I have Eva initial as a witness then say
'ok, Antonia, lets go get this over with.'Antonia
looks at mom and pleads, 'Mom, tell her no--she can't
do this to me!' Mom just shrugs and says 'Sorry,
darling, I think they can.' Antonia is wild-eyed and
panicky now. She can't believe this is happening.
We walk down the hall. This time I'm leading the
little parade. Room 211 is empty so we all go in. I
sit down and tell Antonia to get herself right over my
knee. Her mother stops her and for a moment I think we
are going to have a problem, but her mother says,
'this is to be on her bare bottom, right?' We nod and
she says, 'alright then Antonia, take off that dress.
I don't want it wrinkled.' Antonia begs, 'please no',
but mom is adamant. Antonia pulls the dress off. Now
she is in her bra and panties with a garter belt, no
less--can you believe it?--and hose. She must have
thought she was going to lunch at the country club
instead of going to get her bottom tanned. I look at
Antonia and pat my thighs. Antonia looks beseechingly
at mom and says, 'do I have to?'. Mom says that she
better do as I say. Antonia puts herself across my lap
as I push back against the support. I arrange her so
that her hind end is over my right leg. This way I can
lift her little derriere up so I can get at it better.
Eva taught me this. Anyway I tell Antonia to lift up a
little so I can skin her panties down. Then I picked
up the Sandal and started spanking 1...2...3, like
that. I think its better to spank with hard slow
smacks rather than a fast flurry. It gives the kid
time to appreciate the build-up of the sting. Boy, did
she jiggle and squirm. Every time I brought that
paddle down on her nude little hiney, she would jerk
and yelp. Actually her hiney wasn't so little. She was
nearly fully developed and had a nice full round
cheeked behind. I just kept on smacking at a steady
pace while Eva kept count. She started pleading and
crying by smack number 10. Each cheek wobbled when I
smacked it. Your butt doesn't wobble as much, Rollin."
"Not as much fun , huh?"
"oh..you..anyway I must have taken 5 or 6 minutes to
give little miss Antonia her fanny warming and she was
crying and pleading for mercy and for mommy to make it
stop by the end of it. And her bottom....it was beet
red and probably stung like anything. I think I did a
good job of it even if I do say so myself."
"I know from experience you can do a 'good job'".
"Well, anyway, that's my day. How was yours?"
"Not as interesting as that yet, but I think it's
about to get a lot more interesting."
"What do you mean, Rollin."
"Do you smell that? While you were regaling me with
tales of smacked bottoms, the dinner was burning."
"Oh no!" wailed Karen. "The casserole!" And she ran to
pull the smoking dish out of the oven. "Now we have to
go out," she said ruefully.
"Not just yet", I said, making a show of rolling up my
sleeve. "Do you know the traditional penalty for
girlfriends who burn dinner just so their boyfriends
will take them out?"
"Now wait a minute, Rollin" said Karen, backing up,"
You're not going to..."
"Oh yes I am young lady. If I have to buy you dinner
you'll have to sit on a well warmed bottom to eat it,"
I said with a wicked gleam in my eye.
Then Karen cracked a smile and the chase was on. Karen
was as giggly as a schoolgirl caught up in the
excitement of being pursued by a determined male.
Around the table, into the living room I chased her.
She tried to make a dash for the bathroom where she
could lock the door, but as she ran out from behind
the couch I caught her and tucked her under my arm.
She wiggled and squirmed, "Put me down, put me down
right now."
"Oh,no, milady, now its time for your comeuppance."
I carried her over to the dining room and pulled out a
chair. Seating myself I plopped her face down across
my lap. She was still half laughing as I pulled up her
dress to reveal her sumptious behind clad in brief
satin panties.
"Rollin don't you dare!" She shrieked.
"Oh, yes my love, I think this lovely fanny needs a
good warming."
I rubbed my hand across the jiggling mounds, patting
and kneading the ripe globes. Then I started to spank.
The feel of a wobbly bottom under one's hand as it
smacks from cheek to cheek is really quite delicious.
Heat builds up in the hand (as it must in the
recipient's rear end) and there is a springy resilient
quality in the feel as palm meets bottom. Each cheek
flattens when struck and a cute little shock wave
expands outwardly. Then the flesh springs back to its
original shape. After warming her panties a bit I felt
it was time to get down to business. She shrieked
anew, still giddy, as I pulled the brief satin panties
to her knees. What a sight! Two very round and very
bare pouting bottom cheeks perched over my knee, ready
for more attention! With her lovely rear now denuded I
could see a pink flush and some faint handprints.
Another delightful rubbing made her coo. I slipped my
fingers into the slit between her legs. Her arousal
was evident. I started to spank again, slowly, each
spank making a loud splat! sound. She wailed in mock
distress and kicked her lovely legs as I smacked from
cheek to cheek. The wobble of each fanny cheek as I
smacked it was mesmerizing. I kept on spanking, the
pink flush becoming darker, now almost red. From time
to time I stopped to pat and rub. The spanks were only
medium hard, I did not want to hurt her, but I did
want it to sting. I was caught up in the age old drama
of the conquering male applying loving dominance to
his sweetheart and the sweetheart was loving every
minute of it. She moaned in exctasy when I found her
clitoris and massaged it. She rose up, arching her
buttocks in time to meet my descending hand. For my
part I was now as hard as blue steel.
"Woman are you going to prattle on about bare fanny
spankings while dinner burns?" Smack! smack! whap!
splat! spank!
"Oh, no, sir I promise...never again!"
Smack! "Because if you do, (smack!) you will find
youself (smack! crack!) over my knees for a good
tanning! (Smack! whack! Crack!)
"Owwww.....yes sir! Is that a threat or a promise,
sir?"
Smack! smack! smack!
"Ouch...ouch!"
"Dont be impudent, woman!"
Smack! smack!
"whewwwww!.....that stings, sir!"
I stopped. I held her across my lap, both of us out of
breath. I tenderly lifted her upright. She stood and
ruefully rubbed her bright red buttocks.
"Well" I said, "That was hard work. Now I'm famished.
Let's go out."
Karen's eyes got as big as saucers. She grabbed my
belt and pulled me to her for a long wet kiss once she
realized that I was having her on.
"Not on your life, mister. You haven't even started to
earn your supper yet!"
We never made it out to dinner.
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