Even Good Girls Need Punishment Spankings

"I feel guilty about something I did yesterday", Louisa said. "It really wasn't my finest hour, but I didn't do anything that wrong. I mean it's certainly what most people would do without a second thought. But it's not the way I would usually behave. And, well, I feel bad."

"And what should we do about this?", John asked after Louisa had confessed her transgression in more detail.

Almost as if she was talking about someone else and someone else's bottom, Louisa said "I think I would benefit from a hard punishment spanking."

"Well then, I think that a hard punishment spanking is just what I'm going to give you. Come with me young lady."

Louisa followed John to the bedroom, shuffling her feet as she went. John was now sitting on the edge of the bed with Louisa standing in front of him.

"You're a good girl, honey", John told Louisa. "But even very good girls are not perfect. They make mistakes and then they need to be spanked, don't they, honey?"

Louisa shifted from foot to foot and looked down at the floor. "Yes, Sir", she said in a little voice, kicking the ball of her left foot into the floor, her face partially hidden by her hair as she looked down as if the floor was suddenly fascinating.

"'Yes Sir' what, young lady? What do good girls who have been naughty need?"

"They need to be spanked, Sir"

"And how should a naughty girl be spanked, young lady?", John asked in a firm voice.

Louisa did not answer, but kicked the floor again.

"Young lady, I believe I asked you a question" It was one thing to say in the abstract that she had been a naughty girl and needed a good hard spanking. But now that abstract idea was about to become reality. Louisa was going to get a hard spanking and it was going to hurt. Louisa answered reluctantly "Naughty girls should be spanked hard, Sir."

"That's right. Naughty girls should be spanked hard and then after they've had a good cry, it will all be better. Now go to the corner, pull your panties down and hold up your skirt so I can see that naughty bottom I'm going to be punishing."

"Can't you just spank me Sir? Why do I have to go stand in the corner. I hate standing in the corner."

"Shall was add disobedience to your transgressions, young lady?"

"No, Sir"

Louisa went over to the corner of the room that she thought of as the punishment corner. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. Then she reached back and pulled her skirt up, holding it up so her bottom was on display. She leaned her shoulder and her head into the corner.

John thought that Louisa looked lovely with her bare bottom on display, her sheer panties around her thighs. He reminded Louisa of why she was being punished and told her that this would be a good topic to think about as she waited in the corner.

John let her wait in the corner for ten minutes while he read a book. He would glance up every once in a while to make sure that Louisa's lovely bottom was entirely bared and once he scolded her when she let her skirt down a little bit. For Louisa it seems like geologic ages passed. She wished that John would just spank her and get it over with.

She heard John get up from the bed, move across the room and then return to where he was sitting.

"Come her Louisa", John said.

Louisa shuffled over to John, her legs hobbled by the panties around her thighs. A little frisson of fear went through Louisa when she saw the bath brush that John used for punishment spankings in his right hand. "Well", Louisa thought, "at least I'm out of that damn corner"

Without being told, Louisa lay across John's lap. "Good girl", John told her as he raised her skirt, which had fallen over her bottom.

"Do we need to discuss why you're being spanked, young lady?"

"No, Sir."

"Now I want you to ask me to punish you."

Louisa briefly considered responding with "Why can't you just bloody well get on with it. I don't want to ask to be punished. I hate having to ask for it." But her position, bottom bared, lying over John's lap reminded her that obedience was a more prudent course. And being punished did entail things that one didn't like.

"Please punish me, Sir", Louisa said in a soft voice.

"I will, love. Naughty girls who are getting punishment spankings don't get warm up spankings over their panties. They get it on the bare", John reminded Louisa. "You're being punished and it's meant to hurt. I want you to be a good girl and stay still for me and take your punishment. Can you do that for me, honey?"

"I'll try Sir."

"Good girl"

John pulled her more tightly to him with his left arm as he brought the brush down on her right buttock, then the left. Louisa cried out. "Damn that brush hurt", she thought.

John alternated cheeks, paddling Louisa hard with the brush. He gave her ten on each side and then let her catch her breath. He caressed her bottom. Her cheeks were starting to blush red, with deeper spots where the center of the brush had hit. All too soon, from Louisa's point of view, the brush was punishing her again and she was crying out with each smack. She tried to count the strokes, but soon lost count. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she cried softly. She kicked her legs and clenched her bottom. John reminded her that she had earned extras for not staying still. She tried hard to be a good girl and lie still, but that brush hurt so much. She kicked again, trying to roll off John's lap, but he held her tightly and reminded her again that she would get extras.

When the brush stopped punishing her, Louisa's face was streaked with tears. John stroked her bottom, the skin blushed red and warm under his touch.

"I'm going to have to give you extras for not staying still, Love"

"But it hurt so much. I tried, really I did."

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, honey. Now, I'm going to give you six on each thigh"

John brought paddled Louisa's upper thighs with the brush, just below her bottom. The strokes were not as hard as they had been on her buttocks, but they hurt much more. Louisa cried out with each stroke, sobbing as she was spanked.

"Up you go now, Honey", John told her. Louisa got up, a little unsteadily. She rubbed her bottom. John handed her a tissue and she blew her nose and dried some of her tears.

"Back to the corner, young lady. And keep that skirt up. I want to see that bare red bottom, you naughty girl."

Louisa shuffled back to the corner. Her panties had fallen down around her ankles. She wanted to rub her bottom, but she knew from past experience that freshly spanked girls in corners were not allowed to rub.

John went back to his book. The problem with a hard paddling like the one he had just given her is that it makes the bottom numb. Waiting a few minutes would allow the feeling to return and would allow his naughty girl to fully appreciate her next spanking.

After another ten minutes John got up and went to the closet and got the cane. He piled two pillows on the end of the bed before calling Louisa over.

When she saw the cane she started crying again. "Please, Sir. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

"I know, Honey. Step out of your panties, please and lie over the pillows"

Resigned to her fate, Louisa obeyed and lay over the end of the bed.

"Spread your legs, Love", John ordered

The pillows under her hips exposed the lower curve of Louisa's buttocks and her pussy. Louisa felt open and available, ready to be fucked or spanked. Unfortunately, she thought, spanking, not fucking was in her immediate future.

"I'm going to give you fifteen strokes. Then you can have a little break and then you'll get another fifteen. Are you ready to take your punishment?"

Louisa hated these little rhetorical questions during a spanking, but she obediently answered "Yes, Sir."

John brought the cane down across the middle of Louisa's bottom. The stroke burned across her bottom, which was already sore from the paddling he had given her. John gave her a stroke every eight or ten seconds. The cane left dark pink lines across her already blushed bottom. Louisa's cries where soon followed by tears. John gave her a stroke across the lower part of her buttocks and she kicked her legs, squirming and rolling off the pillows as she cried out.

"Back into position, Love. You'll be getting extras I'm afraid"

Louisa moved back over the pillows, obediently spreading her thighs, raising her bottom for the cane which was soon punishing her again.

"Put your thighs together, Honey. I'm going to give you your three extra strokes."

Louisa put her legs together and the cane burned across to tops of her thighs as Louisa sobbed.

John sat down on the bed next to her and petted her hair. He told her that she was a good girl and that he loved her, which is why he had to spank her. John's hand felt cool as he stroked the curve of Louisa's hot cheeks.

John stood up, picked up the cane and crossed to the other side of the bed. He would give the final set of strokes from the other side so that both of Louisa's buttocks would receive equal punishment.

Louisa cried through the rest of the caning, but managed to stay still and avoid additional strokes on her thighs. When John had given Louisa the final fifteen strokes of her caning he sat down on the bed and took her over his lap again.

John spanked her with his hand. He loved the way her hot cheeks felt under his hand. Louisa lay over his lap crying like a little girl. "I am going to finish your punishment with a strapping and an ass fucking" he told her as he spanked her. Louisa's thoughts were filled with the pain of John's hand punishing her sore bottom and all she heard was "strapping and ass fucking".

"All right, Honey. You can get up now. I want you to get undressed and get the punishment strap." John told her.

Louisa got up, her cheeks lined with tears. John sat on the bed, watching her undress, putting her clothes on a chair. When she was naked, Louisa got the strap from where it hung on the closet door. The "punishment strap" was actually a Scotch tawse, made from thick burgundy leather. John was standing next to the bed and she held out the strap for him to take.

Louisa knelt on the end of the bed, the arches of her feet over the edge, her arms and head down on the comforter, her thighs spread. John adjusted her position a bit so her bottom was pushed out, over her calves. "That's a good girl", he told her.

As John whipped Louisa with the strap, he would pause every once in a while to reposition her and remind her to keep her bottom raised. The crack of the strap across Louisa's bottom was echoed by her cries, intermixed with her sobs. Louisa's bottom was very sore and the strap hurt more than either the brush or the cane had.

"Spread your cheeks, Love", John ordered as he put the strap down. Louisa reached behind her and spread her buttocks, her hot cheeks cupped in her hands.

John admired the lovely sight of the well spanked Louisa as he undressed. He preferred not to spank her as hard as he had, but there were times when he knew that she needed to be punished. His cock was hard with his excitement as he put the condom on and spread lube over it. Louisa was still crying when he moved behind her and pushed lube into her ass with his finger.

"I'm going to give you a punishment ass fucking now, Love." He pushed the tip of his cock against her anus. "Come on, honey. Spread those cheeks and push back a little".

John's cock hurt Louisa a little at first as he entered her ass. When he was inside her she braced her hands on the bed. John started to fuck her hard, slamming into her punished ass and thighs. She was very sore from the spanking, and each time John pushed into her it hurt a bit. As John fucked her, Louisa promised to be a good girl and to never, ever be naughty again. God she wanted to come, but Louisa knew that naughty girls were not allowed to come during a punishment fucking. She felt the shudder of John's orgasm.

Afterward John held her, telling her that she was his good girl. She had taken her spanking, he crooned and it was all better now.

August, 2006

Case Wintermute