After-Dinner Discipline

Part Two

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(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/03/after-dinner-discipline.html)


SMACK!

Carla’s body went rigid as a board at the first strike of Maggie’s palm. Even though Carla still had her silk purple pajama pants up (so far, at least), they offered scant protection against such a determined hand. Maggie was angry, and was spanking accordingly.

Carla kicked her little bare feet, her hands balling into fists. Hard spanks rained down all over her tender bottom, and she fought to let no sound escape her lips. She was all too aware that Jayna and Isabel could hear the hard smacks beings delivered, and she was loath to further humiliate herself by broadcasting her distress. Then Maggie grabbed the waistband of her little pajama bottoms and hauled them down to her knees, leaving her already-pink behind quite bare.

It was at this point that a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips: it was quite beyond her control. Maggie smiled at the familiar sound; no matter how many times Carla was spanked, the inevitable baring of her bottom never failed to produce an admirable response.

“I mean to have your full attention, little one,” said Maggie with a satisfied smile. She continued her assault on her naughty lady’s tender behind, and get her full attention it did. She immediately bucked, kicked, and caterwauled.

SMACK! SMACK SMACK!

“Oh! AHH!”

SWAT!! SWAT!!

“Oh my God...OWWW...PLEASE!!!”

“Please what, little girl?”

“Stop...OW! spanking...AHH!! ME!!!”

“Well,” Maggie replied, her hand resting on Carla’s rapidly-cooking bottom (and giving the girl a moment’s blessed relief), “we’re not done just yet. My hairbrush would like to make a contribution to your private version of global warming.”

“OHH!!!” Carla truly feared that little wooden brush, and would have given just about anything to skip this part of her punishment. Maggie typically concentrated it on the ultra-sensitive junction of her lady’s bottom and thighs, the better to remind Carla of her lesson each time she sat down for a couple of days. Since this was a duly earned discipline spanking, she could expect no clemency. What horrified her even more than the intense sting the implement packed was the fact that she knew she’d have absolutely no control over her banshee cries when it was being applied to her naked behind. In just moments, she would be serenading her friends with a chorus of blood-curdling shrieks.

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“Geez, she’s really giving it to her this time.”

Isabel sat cross-legged on the guest room bed next door, her body tense. She winced at the sound of hard wood connecting with tender flesh, and of her friend’s soulful squawking. As a regular recipient of discipline spankings over Jayna’s knee, she could feel Carla’s pain. Jayna was lying beside her, watching a NatGeo special on Big Cats.

“Hey, no more than she deserves. You ever pulled that kinda crap in public, you’d get the same thing.” Jayna looked at her fiancee and caught her eye. “And there’s no guarantee I’d wait ‘til we were home to get started, either.”

A frisson went though Belle at the veiled threat. Going over Jay’s knee in public would be even more humiliating than what poor Carla was experiencing right now. Jay had often made half-serious threats of that kind, but other than the occasional single warning swat to Belle’s fully clothed bottom, had never delivered on them. In the realm of fantasy, Belle found the idea of a public spanking a huge turn-on. In real life, she thought it would be purely horrible.

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Carla’s butt and upper thighs were thoroughly cooked. She had kicked wildly, thrashing around and pounding the air with her fists, and her throat was hoarse from her caterwauling. Maggie put the brush aside, picked up several tissues, and dried Carla’s tear-stained face. She then opened the drawer beside the bed and took out some soothing skin cream, which she massaged tenderly into her lady’s outraged buns and thighs. It took quite some time, but eventually Carla regained her composure.

“Sit up, sweet girl,” Maggie said gently. Carla obeyed, wincing as her well-cooked rear end made contact with Maggie’s lap. She threw her arms around her loving disciplinarian’s neck.

“I love you,” she said, holding on tightly.

“I loved you too, sweet girl.” Maggie gently patted her woman’s well-fried hams. “And now it’s time to ditch these PJs and give me ten minutes in the corner. Before we move on to more pleasant things.”

“God, I’m so embarrassed...they heard everything!” Carla blushed brightly as she stood and  rubbed her well-reddened behind vigorously in a vain attempt to assuage the sting.
She stepped out of the pajama bottoms that now pooled around her ankles.

“Nonsense. They know you get your tail spanked on a regular basis. Hell, Isabel gets it even more often than you.”

“Yeah, I know. I guess that makes me feel a little bit better. Still not gonna be any fun facing them in the morning, though.”

“Well, I’m sure you know you’re gonna be apologizing to them at breakfast as well.”

Carla’s stomach flipped at the thought, and she blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good girl. Now you owe me ten minutes...so get out of that top and scoot!”
 
Carla yelped at the encouraging swat to her ultra-sensitive rear. She trotted over to the corner, peeled off her pajama top, and placed her hands on her head. Birthday-suited corner time was as integral a part of her discipline as the spankings themselves.

“Mmm...the most beautiful woman in the world,” sighed Maggie contentedly. “Naked in the corner with a glowing butt-- definitely one of my all-time favorite sights.” Carla blushed further at the compliment and the thought of her asymmetric nudity. Even when she was being punished, it never ceased to turn her on, knowing that the fully-clothed Maggie was gulping in her naked form as she stood in the corner with her hands on her head. It made her head swim pleasantly and her heart rate triple.   

Exactly ten minutes later, Maggie said, “Turn around, little girl.”

Carla did so, and was surprised (and delighted) to see that Maggie was now as naked as the day she was born as well.

“I’ve got a job for that little tongue of yours,” she said huskily, spreading her legs slightly. Carla moaned with anticipatory pleasure and quickly crossed the room. Skipping any preliminaries, she went down on her lady hungrily. She pulled her vulva apart with both hands and licked all around Maggie’s clitoris before zeroing in on it. Maggie’s head lolled back and she moaned with pleasure. Once Carla’s tongue found its target, she kept up a steady, nonstop stimulation that sent Maggie into the stratosphere in very short order. After the cascades of pleasure subsided, Carla slowed the speed and intensity of her oral ministrations. Eventually, when she sensed that Maggie was spent, she stopped altogether.

“Damn, girl,” Maggie said in a post-orgasmic haze. Carla smiled contentedly and spooned with her, pulling the bedspread over them. Even as turned on as she was, she kept to their recent agreement: when she’d been punished, she would wait until the following day to receive her “happy ending.” It was more than a little frustrating given her state of arousal, but she knew from experience that it would be that much sweeter for having waited for it. Plus, tomorrow night they’d have the house to themselves again, and she’d be free to scream her head off! Maggie was asleep in about five minutes, and Carla followed about a half hour later.

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The next morning, Carla awoke to the smell of bacon frying, and she smiled. She also winced at the soreness that remained in her well-spanked behind; without a doubt, sitting would be a challenge today.

The greater challenge, however, would be facing Jayna and Isabel after her loud performance the night before. She blushed deeply at the thought. There was no getting around it, though, so she put on her pajamas and went to the bathroom. She washed up, fixed her bed-head hair, and went back to the bedroom to change into a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse.

“Hey, Baby,” Isabel said with a warm smile as Carla padded blushing sheepishly into the kitchen. Isabel stood and gave her a hug of spankee-to-spankee solidarity.

Maggie was at the stove cooking, and Jayna sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee with the Sunday paper in front of her.

“Hey guys,” Carla said, “I want to apologize for last night. I drank too much, got stupid, and embarrassed everybody. I’m really sorry.”

“That’s alright, kiddo,” Jay replied with a grin. “From the sound of things last night, your butt paid the price for your indiscretion.” She winked at the blushing girl and took a long swallow from her coffee cup.

“It’s okay, sweetie; we’ve all done stuff like that.” Belle smiled at her friend, eager to ease her discomfort. “Lord knows I’ve had my butt smacked for it!”

“Yeah, but never with people listening in the next room, right?” Carla asked ruefully.

“Well, that’s true.”

“So far!” said Maggie as she came over to serve everyone bacon and eggs.

“Exactly!” Jayna agreed. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time ‘til my naughty little girl gets her bare behind toasted in front of an audience.”

Isabel blushed deeply, but joined in the good-natured laughter. As did Carla. Even though she winced as she placed her well-cooked rear on the wooden kitchen chair, she realized how lucky she was. She loved Maggie, and she loved her friends.

[END]

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