I can do it myself!

Sol sat down on the edge of the bed and put the ruler paddle down behind him.

"Come here, young lady"

Daphne stayed where she was. "I don't want a spanking" she said, stamping her foot.

"I know you don't want a spanking. But you need one. Now be a good girl and come here."

She reluctantly went over to his right side, shuffling her feet, looking at the ruler lying on the bed.

Daphne was wearing a short tight denim skirt that buttoned and zipped on the side. She pushed Sol's hands away as he started to unbutton her skirt.

"I can do it myself", she told him, curling her lower lip down slightly. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles and stepped out of it. She knew that Sol hated it when she left her clothes on the floor. "That's just too bad" she thought.

She was left standing in a pair of pink string bikini panties, with little blue flowers. At least he wasn't going to undress her like a little girl she through as she pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs and lay across his lap.

Sol wrapped his left arm around her, tucking his hand under her right hip, holding her firmly on his lap. "You have needed a spanking all afternoon", Sol told her, as he caressed the curve of her buttocks. "Sometimes I don't know what gets into you."

As he started to scold her, she interrupted him. "You're going to give me a spanking no matter what I say, so why do I have to listen to 'the talk' first?" Daphne's panties worked their way toward her knees as she kicked her legs for emphasis. "Can't you just get it over with, without giving me a lecture."

"You really do need a good hard spanking" Sol told her, continuing his caresses. "You get 'the talk' so that you can think about how naughty you've been while you're getting your bottom warmed."

Sol continued to scold her. When he finished, he picked up the paddle and patted her bottom with it. "Now are you ready to take your spanking?"

"Yeah, what ever"

Sol raised the paddle and brought it down hard across her bottom.


He gave her another stroke.

"Ow! That hurts!"

"Spankings are supposed to hurt"

He continued paddling her. "I thought that you wanted me to stop scolding you and get on with the spanking", he said as be brought the paddle down across the lower part of her bottom, just above her thighs.

"Ow! It hurts! Ow! I don't want a spanking."

Sol gave her another smack with the paddle. "I know that you don't want a spanking. That's why spankings are used to punish naughty girls."

He continued to spank her, the smacks of the paddle echoed by Daphne's cries. Her bottom was starting to blush red under the paddle and she squirmed after a hard stroke on her lower bottom.

"Be a good girl and lie still. If you squirm or kick I'm going to spank you on the thighs", Sol told her as he brought the paddled down across the tops of her thighs.

"Ow, Ow! I'll be a good girl", Daphne protested as Sol paddled her bottom harder. "I'm sorry I was naughty. Ow! I've learned my lesson. Ow! Really. I'll be good. Ow! I promise."

Sol ignored Daphne's pleas and continued to paddle her, spanking her on the thighs whenever she did not lie still. He did not stop until her bottom and upper thighs were crimson.

"I want you to undress and lie over the pillows. And no rubbing your bottom."

Daphne got up off his lap. Her panties were now around her ankles. She put her hands on her hips. "I've had my spanking" she sniffled. "It hurt a lot and I promised to be a good girl. How come I have to lie over the pillows?" she said stamping her foot.

"You have to lie over the pillows so that I can spank you with the cane."

"It's not fair that I have to get paddled and caned too. I wasn't that naughty! The cane hurts too much."

"Naughty girls don't get to decide how they get spanked. Maybe you should have thought about the hard spanking you would get before you acted like a brat. Now over those pillows!"

Daphne pouted, but did not argue further. She knew if she kept pushing she would just end up getting spanked harder. While Sol got the rattan cane from the closet, Daphne stepped out of her panties and pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her skirt. After unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor, she piled three pillows in the middle of the bed and lay over them. Daphne buried her face in a forth pillow, her honey blond hair flowing over the pillow, hiding her face.

Daphne legs were together. The pillows under her hips pushed her bottom up, emphasizing the round curve of her buttocks.

Sol tapped her upper thighs lightly with the cane. "Spread your legs, honey" he told her. Daphne spread her thighs slightly. Sol gave her a light stroke across her upper thighs. "Wider"

"Good girl"

Sol thought Daphne looked beautiful like this, her legs open, her pussy exposed, her bottom presented for punishment.

He lightly brought the cane lightly across Daphne's bottom, measuring his stroke. Then he raised the cane and brought it whistling down across her upraised buttocks. The cane left a dark red welt over her already reddened cheeks. She took the first few strokes in silence. "Sol was not going make her cry like a little girl being spanked by her daddy", she told herself. Sol gave every third or forth stroke across the tops of Daphne's thighs and it hurt so much. She was sorry that she had been a naughty girl and even sorrier that she was getting a spanking. Soon her resolution to keep silent was forgotten and she was crying, the pillow muffling her sobs.

Sol put the cane down and sat next to her on the bed. She looked very vulnerable, lying naked over the pillows, her bottom and thighs red and lined with welts. Daphne's shoulders shook slightly as she cried softly. Sol caressed her, running his hand down her back, over her bottom. Her skin was hot and he could feel the welts from the cane strokes. He caressed her and kissed her until she stopped crying.

Sol stood and picked up the cane, moving to the other side of the bed. "I'm going to give you another twenty strokes, love" he told her. Sol knew Daphne would soon be crying again and he felt slightly cruel comforting her only to continue spanking her. Sol wanted to give Daphne a chance to catch her breath and he wanted her to know that he was giving her a hard spanking because he loved her.

As Sol expected, Daphne started crying again after the first few strokes of the cane. Despite her resistence before, she did feel like a little girl getting a hard spanking. When Sol stopped caning her she was crying hard and did not try to muffle her cries in the pillow.

Sol went to the closet and exchanged the cane for a Vermont Country Store bath brush.

"I want you to lie over my lap, darling", he told Daphne as he sat on the end of the bed. She got up from the bed and took a kleenex from the nightstand. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks were lined with tears. She stopped crying as she dried her face and blew her nose. Daphne went over to Sol's right side. She thought that maybe he was going to give her a hand spanking. When she saw the brush in his hand she started crying again as she lay over his lap.

Sol stroked her hair. "Your punishment is almost over, love. I'm going to spank you with the brush and then it will all be over."

"My bottom already hurts so much", Daphne said between sobs.

"I know honey. But you need to be a brave girl and take your spanking."

"Why does it have to be with the brush? Can't you use your hand?"

"I'm sorry, love, but it has to be the brush."

"How many do I have to have?"

"I'm going to give you twenty on each cheek."

Daphne started crying harder. "Does it have to be so many? I'm sorry I was a bad girl. I promise, I'll be a good girl. Please don't spank me so hard. I've learned my lesson."

He stroked her back and caressed her bottom. "I know you're sorry honey. And I'm sure that you will be a good girl. But you were a naughty girl and you need a spanking. Now lie still, so I don't have to give you any extras."

Sol started paddling her with the brush, alternating cheeks, spanking her fast and hard. Daphne cried out as she took each stroke. The smacks of the brush hurt more than ruler paddle and even the cane. Although Daphne had struggled and clenched her bottom as Sol spanked her with the ruler paddle, she now lay still, her buttocks relaxed, limp over Sol's lap, resigned to the pain, sobbing as the brush punished her.

Finally it was over and Sol took her in his arms and comforted her, stroking her back and her hair until she stopped crying.

"I want you to go back over the pillows and spread your cheeks" Sol told Daphne.

Daphne lay over the pillows again and reached behind her, one hand on each cheek and spread her buttocks as wide as she could. She heard Sol undress behind her and open the drawer by the night stand. He moved behind Daphne and caressed her bottom and thighs. She felt the cool slickness of the lube as he placed a finger on her anus. She arched her bottom up, offering him her ass as he pushed his finger inside her. She heard the squish of the lube as he put it on his cock and then she felt his cock against her anus. She tried to relax as he pushed inside her. As always she felt that he would never fit, until the tip of his cock pushed past the ring of muscle. Once he was inside her she moved her hands away from her bottom, putting her palms flat against the wall, pushing her bottom up as Sol fucked her ass, taking her hard, his thighs slapping against her hot sore bottom.

September, 2004

Case Wintermute