Lessons of Love, Part Four

Here we go again. . . . . . part of the part you guys have been waiting on. . . . . . If you're just joining this journey, parts 1-3 can be found in the prior entries. Just scroll down. :-)

(story, fiction, part four)

She turned and shuffled over to him. He pulled her over his knee, and pulled her panties down. He noted that the bottom that had been flaming red when he’d sent her to corner had settled into a pink tinge. He put her back on her feet, pulled her in front of him, and said, “Panties off”. She looked at him, tears falling quicker, and opened her mouth. She found herself staring at the carpet, no idea how it happened, yelping, as his hand crashed into her bottom several times, hard. He stood her back up. Firmly, he said, “Leia, panties off.” She gazed at him, pleading with her eyes. He met her gaze, and she slowly reached for the panties that were banded around her upper thighs. “Please,” she whimpered. He sighed as he yanked her across his knee again. After a hell fire hard set across the center of each cheek, Leia was sobbing, head buried in her hands. “Leia, are you ready to obey?” She fought for the breath to answer as he laid his hand on her bottom. She frantically threw her hand behind her as she hiccuped out, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He laid one last hard swat in the center of her bottom. Leia yelped as she was pulled to her feet again. Her once pink bottom was now bright red again, and very much aflame. She stepped out of her panties, and folded them. She laid them on top of her jeans as her hiccuping sobs continued. She came back over to stand in front of him. “Leia, you know better than to defy me, or to question an order. And that, babe, is where we’re going to start. This entire episode started with defiance. Did it not?” Leia nodded. He sighed, and reached for her wrist. She stepped back, pleading in her tone, as she quickly corrected her mistake. “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He pulled her back close, turned her over his knee, and waited. Her muted sobs turned to steady crying. “Leia, we’re going to finish this conversation with you in this position, since you seem to think better here. Now, did I not make it clear earlier that I expect verbal responses?” A quick 20 swats later, Leia was blubbering, and assuring him that it wouldn’t happen again. “Now, let’s try this again. Did this episode not start with defiance?” Her response was clear through the tears. “Yes, sir.” He rested his hand on her bottom, a bottom that was already extremely warm to the touch. “You know that I love you, and that I always think of you first. I have made it clear that I don’t approve of this particular group of friends, and that I didn’t want you with them. They’re welcome to come here, but I didn’t want you with them. I ESPECIALLY didn’t want you with them at a party. Leia, what were you thinking?” Her thoughts froze. What HAD she been thinking????? A million things ran through her mind, all of them brought to a halt by a sharp slap to the center of her bottom. A loud yelp, and a “I don’t know, sir!” escaped her mouth. “That’s not acceptable, Leia. That is NOT acceptable. You were thinking something, and you’ve got 60 seconds to tell me what it was.”

“Sir. . . . . . I thought. . . . . . I thought that since. . . . . . .” Leia sighed. “I thought that since you were out of town, you wouldn’t find out, and this would be the perfect time to do this. The perfect time to go to the biggest party of the year. . . . . . the perfect time to not seem like a baby, or a wuss. . . . . . The perfect time to look like a grown-up. . . . . . one of the bunch.”

“Leia, you’re turned over my knee. . . . . . do you feel like a grown-up?” At this, the gentle flow of tears started again.

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“So, Leia, we’re starting with your mindset. The frame of mind that said, “I knew exactly what was expected of me, and I’m going to go around it. I’m going to ignore the nagging little voice, and go on with what *I* want to do. I’m going to DELIBERATELY DISOBEY.” With each of those syllables, a heavy spank landed in the center of her bottom. She wriggled, and gave a solid yelp with each resounding smack. “We’re starting with your choice to undermine my trust, and to choose to give in to peer pressure.” His words out of the way, he adjusted her position so her bottom was high over his left thigh, and her legs stretched out behind her, feet off the floor. Her head draped towards the floor, and she felt like a helpless child. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and her entire body tensed. That was the signal. . . . . . that was it. What happened next. . . . . . . she was NOT expecting. His hand rose and fell machine gun fast. . . . . . but right above her knees. She screamed, and twisted to get away. Her strength was no match for his, however, and she couldn’t move. She pulled her feet up, determined to block his hand. He started to furiously spank the insides of her thighs the second her feet came up. “Put ‘em down, Leia.” She screamed again as the pain washed over her body. He returned to his low target. . . . . . Back and forth, back and forth, he worked his way up her thighs. 5 rapid fire smacks in each spot, ensuring that the edge overlapped the previous area, and he went thigh to thigh. He worked his way up to the crease of her bottom, and then, he started back down. Her blubbering pleas began. “Please. . . . . . please. . . . . . Sir. . . . . please. . . . .” Her words were barely intelligible through the sobs. He renewed his spanking with a vigor, until his hand returned to the tops of her knees. Her body heaving, she pulled her feet up, and grabbed them. Her hands and feet were interlocked over her bottom, and she was sobbing too hard to talk. “Leia, DOWN.” He started spanking the sides of her thighs, bringing about shrieks of consternation. Her hands and feet flew apart as if they were on fire, and she returned to her previous position. He tipped her further forward, and trapped her legs between his own. She was now jackknifed over his left thigh, delicate sitspot, and bottom crease, fully exposed. She laid her forearms flat on the floor, put her head on her hands, and continued sobbing. He gave her no time to recover, for he immediately, and with considerable force, began to lay heavy blows to her sitspot. He paid special attention to the crease between her bottom and thigh. Her cries went up an octave as the fire built, and built, and built. She lost track of time as she began to think that it was never going to end. The spanks came heavy, hard, and fast, and with no break. For a good minute, he laid the rapid fire blows on the same two spots, listening as the cries got louder and louder. Her self-control broke, and she started to fight to get off his lap. Gasping for breath, she began to try to twist, and put her hands in the way. He put his hand on her shoulders, and pushed her back down. He adjusted her so that the underside of her bottom was even more exposed, and he said, “Leia, give me your hands.” She began sobbing harder, as impossible as that seemed, and shook her head. A bone jarring swat later, she slowly folded both hands behind her back. He gripped them both in an iron grasp, and began applying extremely hard and slow swats to each sit spot. SWAT. . . . . . . a yelp amongst the sobs. . . . . . steady sobbing. . . . . SWAT. . . . . and so it continued, for 50 spanks. 25, each, side. She didn’t think the pain could build any more. . . . . . . . that there was no possible way the fire could increase. At this point, her entire existence revolved around pain. . . . . . . her bottom and legs hurt so badly that she didn’t know WHAT hurt. . . . . . . She didn’t even realize when she was rolled to her feet, and wrapped in his arms. She automatically buried his head in his shoulder, and continued sobbing. After several minutes, her awareness began to improve, and the sobs began to slow. He squeezed her tightly one last time, carried her over to the corner, gave her bottom a firm smack, and sat her down. “Think about how much I love you, Leia, and whether the choice to openly defy my was worth it.” She buried her head in the corner as a small trickle of tears continued to fall. The coolness of the wall was welcome. Her hands unconsciously went to her bottom as she tried to track his movements around the room. He walked out into the hallway, and her heartrate skyrocketed off the charts. What was he doing??? What was he after??? Where was he GOING?!?!!? She SO badly wanted to peek, but knew that he could be incredibly silent when he wanted to be. . . . . . he could be anywhere. He walked back into the room, and sat back down on the chair. He looked at the object in his hands, and he took a deep breath. He sat there as he watched her slowly regain composure. He sat the object down, under the chair. Her sobs had stopped, and her body and ceased shaking. He steeled himself for what was to come, and opened his mouth. “Leia, come here, baby girl.”

I am back in Denver. . . . . whoohoo! The train has arrived! :-D