Paid the Piper

Tonight, Jess and I made a trip down to the River. The only thing discussed was the stunt we pulled on Saturday morning. Once again, fear was the ruling factor. Yes, we made a mistake (one that won't be happening again), but it was the fact that we scared SD so badly that REALLY got us tore up. He met us at the door, and there were no smiles. He was dead set on letting us know to NEVER pull a stunt like that again, and also, to let us know how SCARED he was. The fact that he came close to losing both of us supplied ammunition to what already promised to be a hellacious spanking. He made one thing clear: We had gotten in trouble together, and we would pay the price together. He stood us in front of him, hands interlaced and behind our heads, and he talked. He talked about how scared he was, and about the mistake we had made. He talked about responsibility, and he talked about "having fun." He talked about danger, and he talked about the rules. He talked about the fact that he had ALREADY talked about this. And then. . . . it started. Was it brutal? No. Was it abusive? No. Were we both soundly spanked? Yes. He put Jess over his knee, and he had me kneel down in front of her and hold her hands. It wasn't for the purpose of keeping her hands out of the way as much as it was to link us together. . . . to support each other. He had promised to make us think, and he did. It wasn't as much mind games as it was "forced togetherness" through the punishment. It was twice as bad listening to the other yelp, and feeling the physical reaction to the spanking because one had to TOUCH the other person the entire time. I remember sitting there, feeling her every muscle tense, and knowing EXACTLY what she was going through, knowing that I was next. He used the hairbrush for that first round otk, and as soon as he was finished with Jess, he said one word. "Switch." I was on my feet and otk in a heartbeat. I latched onto Jess' hands as part one started. . . . . All I've got to say about that is he swung a mean hairbrush. He told us to stand in the middle of the room again, and he stood behind us as he informed us that the night had barely started. There was not a sarcastic bone in my body. I had done wrong, and this time, I was accepting everything I had coming. There was not one bit of fight in me. I listened to the lecture, and my heart sank as he walked around us, holding a paddle made of purple heartwood. Now, this was no slight paddle. . . . . I've had that thing used on me quite a bit since I've been here, and it is NO joke. 5 swats with that sucker feels like 10 with a thin oak paddle. He looked at me. "Kea, take a step back." I took one step back, and he told us both to bend over. I went over, hands right below my knees, and I saw Jess do the same. "Keep your eyes forward, Keagen." I heard the five cracks, and I heard the yelp of pain on the final swat. I kept my eyes forward, but I let out a sigh of relief once the five were over, because I knew we were getting equal. I cling to numbers. I can always make it through if I have a number to hang onto. Tonight, five was the number to hang onto. I yelped as five of the hardest swats I've gotten in a few weeks landed low across my backside. He went back and forth I don't know HOW many times. I suspect that the final count ended up being around 100 swats each. Ater that, we were both hairbrushed again, and then, one at a time, paddled. Finally, it was over. It wasn't the worst spanking I've ever been given by ANY stretch of the imagination, but it was memorable. . . .VERY memorable. It wasn't memorable because it was particularly painful, but more because of how CONCERNED he was, and the fact that he made us go through it FULLY together. Unfortunately, my damn mouth got me in trouble again. . . . SD has a problem with "language." Now, I'm descriptive. I say things as they are, and I show my emotion. I ended up getting four extra swats with that holey oak paddle. . . . two the almost as soon as the REAL spanking was over, and two RIGHT as I was about to walk out the door. *bemused smirk* I'll be more careful next time.

As soon as my East Coast guy found out that I could drive, he called me up there. "Come home." "Is that an order?" "Yes, it is." "Sir, Angel was really looking forward to. . . ." "Don't argue with me, young lady." So, Jess and I are getting ready to head North. United State, here we come! We've wreaked havoc on one state, and now we're moving on. Alert the Marines! :-D No, seriously, we won't be getting in trouble. I'm looking forward to seeing him, but I was REALLY looking forward to South Carolina. . . . *sigh*

I talked to Dallas today. . . . We're ready to roll! *crossed fingers* I hope I'm not marked by Tuesday. . . . I shouldn't be. . . . I don't mark much at all. However, I've taken a lot of spankings, and I've got some more coming. *sigh* I definitely deserve everything I'm getting.