A Spanking Story : Jack and Emma – Part 6

The first crack of Jack’s hand burned into Emma’s right cheek. She sucked in a breath, and gripped hold of Jack’s leg. The second smack seemed even harder. It landed again on her right cheek covering the same place as the first. She cried out in pain as the stinging slaps overlapped on her flesh.

“You will not put your life at risk, Emma,” he said. Emma couldn’t say a word before he smacked her left cheek twice the same way he had done to her right. He began to spank her very hard, twice to each cheek alternating back and forth. Her flesh burned and stung. It felt like he was branding her cheeks with his palm. The room echoed with the sounds of the cracking smacks and Emma’s yells and cries.

He slowed the spanking and finally stopped. Tears were dripping down Emma’s cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath. Emma heard a drawer open, and then smooth wood against her left cheek. “Please, Jack,” she couldn’t help begging him. He had told her he was going to use a hairbrush, but now being here, and her bottom burning so badly, she didn’t know if she could take it.

“Easy, Baby,” he reassured her. “This is what you need, Emma. Remember?” Emma finally broke down and cried hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Give me your hand, Baby,” he said. He shifted her so she was nearly straddling his knees. He dipped her further forward, and Emma was sure she had never felt so exposed in her life. She whimpered, and waited for him to begin.

“If you had been in an accident, you could have been badly hurt or worse,” his voice was tight and strained. “I will not lose you, Emma.”

Emma could not have imagined in her fantasies how badly the hairbrush would hurt on her already aching, spanked cheeks. She tried to kick and struggle, but Jack held her firmly in place as he rained searing pain across her bottom. The paddling reduced her to a sobbing, very repentant woman. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, crying and pleading promises to be good.

“Please, Jack, please. I’ll never speed again,” Emma hiccupped and cried. Emma lost all sense of time, as Jack used the hairbrush to make his point painfully clear to her. Emma was sobbing so hard, she didn’t even realize the spanking had stopped, and Jack was talking to her.

Jack still held her in the awkward raised position, letting her continue to feel his control over her. As her crying slowed he told her, “When I let you up, Emma, you will go directly to the corner and stay there with your nose pressed into it until I call you. Do you understand?”

Emma made a few words, that sounded a bit like “Yes Sir” through her crying.

“You will not move your nose from that corner, nor will you rub your bottom, Baby, or you will be punished again.” Jack helped her to stand, and pointed to a corner in the room. He watched her red bottom wiggle as she struggled to walk to the corner with her panties still around her ankles. Jack smiled as he watched Emma do as she was told. Not once did she try to peek out of the corner or rub her cheeks. Emma may not know it yet, but he wasn’t losing her. He wasn’t letting her go either.

Emma thought she would be so embarrassed standing in a corner, but at this moment, all she could think about was being back in Jack’s arms and being forgiven. She had never considered how amazing it would feel when he finally called her out of the corner. Hearing him say, “Ok, baby, come here,” flooded her with warmth and a feeling of safety that she didn’t entirely understand.

Jack’s arms were open when Emma quickly made her way across the room. He lifted her into his lap, and held her close. “I’m so proud of you, Baby. You did so well.” Emma hugged him tight and cried quietly in his arms for a while. He rubbed her back, caressed her bottom, and spoke softly to her until she was finished crying. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.