lie

This is an old one. Wrote it about a year ago.

Finally! It has taken so long to make her angry. None of the usual stuff work name, calling, rudeness or smartass comments, all got me nowhere. All it took was a little lie.

She arrived, she was angry. She drags me into the bathroom, pushes me down onto the toilet seat. She is standing between my legs; she had me pick out a bar of soap. You are going to learn not to lie to me. She says as she holds the back of my head and shoves the bar of soap into my mouth. I gag a bit. Shh, it you are almost done with this part she remarks as she strokes my hair and holds the soaps. After a few minutes she allows me to rinse my mouth out.

I tell her I have learned my lesson, she laughs. Not even close, she says. She takes me into the bedroom, pulls me over her knee and smacks me with her bare hand warming my ass. She grabs the wooden paddle; she tapped each cheek 10 times making it sting a little. She drags me to my feet, comes in close behind me I can feel her breath on my neck reaches around me, unbuckles my belt and slides it off through the loops. Pulling my jeans down to my knees, she pushes me face down on the bed, places her knee on my back and brings the belt down across my ass. I let out a little scream, enough to make her smile. She brings the belt down on me another 5 times. She sits on the bed, I lay still she rubs the welts softly occasionally running her nails over a tender spot. She pulls me over her knees again, pushing my boxers down leaving my bare ass exposed. She drags her nail across my ass making me wince a bit. She picks up her favorite, an acrylic paddle, and starts to slowly steadily smack my bottom with it, one cheek and then the other. You are going to learn one way or another she says, continuing to smack me harder and harder. Making me squirm and cry out, Over and over she hits me on side and then the other. Don’t you ever lie to me again she says. She pulls me and pushes me into the corner, leaning against me, I can feel her heavy breathing and her beating heart, and she enjoys this. She loves punishing me. She rubs, pinches and scratches my ass, bringing the feeling back. I stand there staring at the corner, I know if I turn around I’ll get more, I need to catch my breath. Just as I am starting to gather my senses and catch my breath she brings me back to the bed and places me over her knee again, she picks up a paddle, the wooden one again, brings her arm back and the paddle make contact. I scream out. She does it again over and over, harder and harder, making me scream louder and louder. Her breath getting heavy, her heart beating faster, a small moan escapes her lips. She loves this part. I’m clutching at the blanket, frantically trying to cover my ass with my hand, she just holds there at the small of my back making it harder for me to move. I can barely breathe my voice horse. She steadily and quickly uses the paddle on my one cheek, the other and then both, not letting up. I’m begging for her stop, telling her it hurts. It supposed to she replies. She holds me down spanking me harder. I scream, tears starting to roll down my face into the comforter. She beats me steadily for a little while longer, finally stops, leans in close and asks if I learned my lesson. I can only quietly, softly shake my head yes. She lays next me, softly caresses my painful, red, marked bottom. Shh, it was for your own good she says gently. We lie quietly until I can move again. All because of a little lie