blow was rather sharper and made her gasp. The next was sharper still and she gasped louder. Each successive swat was getting harder and her butt began to really sting.
"Not leaving marks," he mused and swatted again. "Wait, that left a little welt."
Su re as shootin' there was a welt; she didn't need to see it to know it was there. That spank made her flinch. "Ow! Ow!"
"Ah. We're getting somewhere." The next volley was rapid and harsh and brought tears to her eyes. Her bottom was on fire.
"You're killin' me!"
"I am not. Your ass is barely striped. And you deserve this for not giving me information I needed to have in order to make a responsible decision."
"Ouch!" His hand rose and fell rhythmically, hardly giving her a chance to recover from one blow before the next fell. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I don't want you to ever, ever , put me in a position like that again." He punctuated each word with a flick on her burning behind.
"No, sir! No! Oh!" She rose on her toes and squirmed, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't remember ever being so miserable. Jackie babbled apologies and vowed to herself that she'd never treat Pete so inconsiderately again.
"I want to hear you say you'll give me the benefit of the doubt in the future and realize that I have morals and values, too."
"Yes, sir!" The switch rose and fell again several times.
"Say it."
"I'll remember that you have morals! I promise! Oh, please stop!"
"These welts are going to last a couple of days," he told her with two more whistling spanks. "But that doesn't mean I'll hesitate to take bad behavior out on your butt immediately if you push me, Jackie. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes! Yes, sir!"
The spanking stopped. "Good."
She heard him put the switch on the table. Jackie swore she'd burn that thing as soon as she was able. Of course, maybe that would be like Gabby burning Ace's favorite hat. Perhaps not the wisest course of action.
"Come here." Limbs trembling, Jackie straightened and turned toward Pete. He sat in a chaise and patted his lap. "Come on. We're done with the spanking part."
Being nude was no longer much of a concern for Jackie. Her primary consideration was the raging fire on her bottom. As she padded toward Pete, she ran her hands over her backside. There were faint weals striping her round cheeks. No skin was broken, however. She'd have given anything for a mirror, and apparently it showed on her tear-stained face.
"I would imagine it feels worse than it looks, miłość. "
She snuggled into his lap, though the contact hurt mightily. "O uch !"
Pete brushed tears off her cheeks gently and pressed her head against his chest. " You gonna be a good girl, Jackie?"
She nodded.
"I think we'll keep that switch in the bedroom. A reminder isn't a bad idea."
Breaking into new tears and sobs, Jackie let go for a few minutes. Things had moved along so fast. Graduation, coming back home, getting a job, deciding to have sex, getting engaged… it was overwhelming. But Pete was there, his strong arms wrapped around her, whispering in her ear. He was speaking a language she didn't recognize, but he said miłość several times. She had to remember to ask him what that meant. Later.
She cried until she lay exhausted on Pete's chest, tears over and done with.
It was a Tuesday, and Jackie's agreement with the priest had been to meet with him every working day b ut Wednesdays. Somehow, Jackie had to get off Pete's lap and get them moving toward the church.
She spoke into Pete's chest and he tilted her chin up until their eyes met. "Hm?"
"Father Roskovy is gonna be expectin' us. We ought to get goin'."
"Okay." He helped her off his lap and stood. There was a hard lump in the front of his pants and she stared at it for a moment. "I'm only human," he said, adjusting his trousers. "Having a naked woman on my lap is hard to ignore."
She looked away, face hot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I mean…I didn't mean to stare."
He closed the distance
"Not leaving marks," he mused and swatted again. "Wait, that left a little welt."
Su re as shootin' there was a welt; she didn't need to see it to know it was there. That spank made her flinch. "Ow! Ow!"
"Ah. We're getting somewhere." The next volley was rapid and harsh and brought tears to her eyes. Her bottom was on fire.
"You're killin' me!"
"I am not. Your ass is barely striped. And you deserve this for not giving me information I needed to have in order to make a responsible decision."
"Ouch!" His hand rose and fell rhythmically, hardly giving her a chance to recover from one blow before the next fell. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I don't want you to ever, ever , put me in a position like that again." He punctuated each word with a flick on her burning behind.
"No, sir! No! Oh!" She rose on her toes and squirmed, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't remember ever being so miserable. Jackie babbled apologies and vowed to herself that she'd never treat Pete so inconsiderately again.
"I want to hear you say you'll give me the benefit of the doubt in the future and realize that I have morals and values, too."
"Yes, sir!" The switch rose and fell again several times.
"Say it."
"I'll remember that you have morals! I promise! Oh, please stop!"
"These welts are going to last a couple of days," he told her with two more whistling spanks. "But that doesn't mean I'll hesitate to take bad behavior out on your butt immediately if you push me, Jackie. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes! Yes, sir!"
The spanking stopped. "Good."
She heard him put the switch on the table. Jackie swore she'd burn that thing as soon as she was able. Of course, maybe that would be like Gabby burning Ace's favorite hat. Perhaps not the wisest course of action.
"Come here." Limbs trembling, Jackie straightened and turned toward Pete. He sat in a chaise and patted his lap. "Come on. We're done with the spanking part."
Being nude was no longer much of a concern for Jackie. Her primary consideration was the raging fire on her bottom. As she padded toward Pete, she ran her hands over her backside. There were faint weals striping her round cheeks. No skin was broken, however. She'd have given anything for a mirror, and apparently it showed on her tear-stained face.
"I would imagine it feels worse than it looks, miłość. "
She snuggled into his lap, though the contact hurt mightily. "O uch !"
Pete brushed tears off her cheeks gently and pressed her head against his chest. " You gonna be a good girl, Jackie?"
She nodded.
"I think we'll keep that switch in the bedroom. A reminder isn't a bad idea."
Breaking into new tears and sobs, Jackie let go for a few minutes. Things had moved along so fast. Graduation, coming back home, getting a job, deciding to have sex, getting engaged… it was overwhelming. But Pete was there, his strong arms wrapped around her, whispering in her ear. He was speaking a language she didn't recognize, but he said miłość several times. She had to remember to ask him what that meant. Later.
She cried until she lay exhausted on Pete's chest, tears over and done with.
It was a Tuesday, and Jackie's agreement with the priest had been to meet with him every working day b ut Wednesdays. Somehow, Jackie had to get off Pete's lap and get them moving toward the church.
She spoke into Pete's chest and he tilted her chin up until their eyes met. "Hm?"
"Father Roskovy is gonna be expectin' us. We ought to get goin'."
"Okay." He helped her off his lap and stood. There was a hard lump in the front of his pants and she stared at it for a moment. "I'm only human," he said, adjusting his trousers. "Having a naked woman on my lap is hard to ignore."
She looked away, face hot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I mean…I didn't mean to stare."
He closed the distance
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