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Work came early for Lindsey the following day. Before getting dressed, she checked her bottom to see if there were any lingering marks from her spanking. It seemed to still have a hint of a blush to it. There was also a tingle as she pulled her jeans on. It would be a slow morning at work at the nursery, which meant mostly culling and watering, culling and watering.
After she checked in and donned her apron, she was just going for the watering hose when her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and saw it was Jim. Her heart rate increased. “Hi!” she said, her voice a bit over-animated.
“Well, good morning, sunshine!” he greeted her. “How are you feeling today?”
“I’m good,” she replied.
“Good. Good to know. I just wanted to check in with you—see how you are,” he said.
“Oh. Thanks. Well, I’m at work right now, but I’m watering, so nobody is around.” She got the hose and turned it on, sprinkling the flats of summer foliage around her and blushing.
“I don’t want to disturb you at work. I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed our conversation yesterday and I’m here if you have any questions.”
Lindsey had a billion questions, but none leapt to mind just then. “Thanks,” she repeated. “I’ve never known anyone quite like you. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”
“That’s natural,” he told her. “I don’t bite. And I don’t go where I’m not invited. I’ll let you get back to it. I enjoyed being with you yesterday and I look forward to seeing you again.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. Lindsey watered with a silly grin on her face for the next thirty minutes. It had just been a simple phone call, but something inside her felt fed. Jim noticed her. He saw her.
They spoke two more times that week on the phone. Once Lindsey had a question about some of their new music, and that conversation segued into favorite musicians and favorite books. Jim was a rock-and-roll kind of guy, where Lindsey was more pop and Broadway. But they both loved classic literature, science fiction, and peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Jim was a fan of the old west, and Lindsey allowed that one of her favorite books was Lonesome Dove. She was floored that he said he hadn’t read it yet, and was tempted to give him a homework assignment. She found their conversation fun, and it wasn’t until after they hung up that she remembered she had questions for him about the upcoming weekend, and was he really going to spank her again? Later in the week, he called her to get ideas for a good shady area groundcover, and after she made some recommendations, she paused and squirmed in her seat.
“What is it?” he asked. Apparently he could feel her discomfort, even over the phone.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that—well, it’s been nice getting to know you…” she opened.
“I’ve enjoyed it myself,” he affirmed.
Lindsey went on, “…and it made me wonder if you were still planning on spanking me again after the show.”
“My plans haven’t changed,” he told her.
“Oh,” she said.
“Seems like you’ve had enough inconsistency in your life. I want you to know that when I tell you something is going to happen, you can count on it happening. It doesn’t mean I’ve enjoyed our conversations any less. Quite the opposite. But yes, my plans are the same. Unless your plans have changed.”
“No, sir,” she replied. “Just checking.”
“Good girl,” he said.
The weekend came quickly, and Courting Hearts met at the Brookhaven Country Club midmorning dressed in their patriotic best. This was the first of two gigs that day, both Independence Day celebrations. They were led into a ballroom area to warm up prior to the show that would serve as entertainment for a fancy brunch honoring the military.
Lindsey was so very aware of Jim’s presence as they warmed up. She’d found a long white tunic dress with a long red vest and skinny jeans—three layers that covered her bottom, plus her underwear. She saw Jim subtly appraise her outfit and smile slightly. Lindsey wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
When they went to sing, Jim brushed by Lindsey to get into his place, and she broke into gooseflesh where he’d touched her. The gig went well, and the group went out together afterward to grab a quick lunch at Luna’s restaurant in North Park Mall, where their second gig was located.
Lindsey felt the electricity at the table between her and Jim. She ate very little, because she knew what was going to happen after they all parted. Then they sang the early afternoon set just outside of Bloomingdale’s. Marie passed out checks to everybody. One hundred fifty dollars! Lindsey was thrilled to be paid to sing.
When they were finished, Jim walked with Lindsey to their cars, parked next to each other as usual. “Are you ready for our meeting?” he asked. Her bottom tingled with the thought of it.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
They drove to his house and she brought her notebook inside with her. Once he was sitting with her at the kitchen table, he looked at what she’d accomplished during the week. She’d found a lawyer who was willing to take the case for four hundred dollars, and she returned the other four hundred dollars of Jim’s money to him immediately.
Lindsey told Jim, “The lawyer thought it was such a preposterous, overblown case to begin with, and he feels sure he’ll be able to get them to drop one warrant completely, and most likely reduce the rest. He told me it was really no big deal.”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t have to be. It shouldn’t have happened at all,” he replied. “Do you have your new driver’s license?”
She grinned and pulled out the temporary license she’d use until her new one arrived in the mail.
“Lindsey, I’m very proud of you! Thank you for taking this seriously. This is good work,” he beamed at her. “Don’t you feel better having this taken care of?”
She hadn’t really thought about it. She’d known she wanted to please him, but when she thought about it, yes, it did feel good not to have those warrants hanging over her head. “So then… you’re not going to spank me?” she asked hopefully.
“I didn’t say that. The spanking you have coming isn’t related to the stickers or warrants. It’s for skipping a rehearsal and for getting drunk before another rehearsal. Those are a whole separate matter. We talked about that last week, remember?” Jim took off his red vest, draping it over the back of a chair. Under it, he was in a white t-shirt and jeans, and looked casual enough in spite of his stern manner. She looked at his taut muscles beneath the tee and was distracted.
“I guess I do—I mean, yes, sir,” she answered.
“Well, let’s go into the other room and get started.”
She followed him into the living room, her heartbeat quickening. He sat down on the couch, inviting her to sit next to him. “You have an interesting choice of outfits on today,” he commented.
She tried to look innocent. “Oh, this is just what I could find that worked with the patriotic theme.”
“Yes, I’m sure it is. Why don’t you take that vest off?” Jim suggested. She obeyed, putting her vest on the end table. “And then pull down your jeans and get across my lap.”
“But Jim,” she started to protest.
“Do you need a bare-bottom spanking today?” he asked.
“No, sir!” she replied quickly.
“Then you need to get those jeans down,” he commanded, and Lindsey stood and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down, securing them just under her bottom and feeling very self-conscious. Making sure her long white tunic covered her bottom, she laid herself across his lap. “Really, Lindsey, if I’m not going to allow you to cover yourself with jeans, do you think I’m going to let you cover yourself with this dress?” He pulled the tunic up, exposing her pink cotton panties.
“I didn’t mean to—” she started, but Jim cut her off.
“Don’t lie to me. You thought maybe you could wear something to cushion the spanking and it didn’t work. Is that right?” He pulled her jeans lower, exposing her upper thighs.
“Yes, sir,” she answered, squirming. He adjusted his right leg to lift her bottom higher and patted her lightly.
“You should be squirming. You know what to expect now, and you know it’s going to hurt. It has to—you are being punished. What good would it do if you didn’t really feel it?” His pats became light spanks and she sucked in her breath. Then he began spanking her in earnest, but this time she didn’t cry out right away. He spanked both cheeks alternately, and then focused on the lower part of her bottom, striking some of the bare skin of her upper thighs. She gasped and wriggled around, her legs opening a bit. He spanked the underside of her bottom harder and she started to cry out at the slaps. In spite of the pain, she could feel her panties growing moist with desire. He stopped the punishing spanks and rested his hand on her bottom, giving her a little break. “You’ve been quite a naughty girl, and for a long time. But now, things are going to change.” He gave her a volley of hard spanks.
“Yes, sir!” Lindsey panted. Her hands went to cover her bottom.
“Put those hands in front of you right now, or you’ll regret it! Don’t let that happen again!” he commanded.
She wailed and pulled her hands away from her bottom.
“I don’t ever want you missing a rehearsal because you’re afraid to face me. You just take care of your business like you’re supposed to and you’ll never have to worry about me. You got that?” His hand went into double-time spanks now, overwhelming her.
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” she cried out.
“Did you know that Marie considered replacing you when you missed that day? I talked her into giving you another chance.” He continued spanking her soundly, leaving no part of her bottom untended.
Lindsey was breathing hard. “No, sir, I didn’t know! Thank you!” she cried out to him, her hands grasping at the couch. They began to move toward her bottom again, but Jim caught them and pinned her wrists to the small of her back with his left hand while his right hand rested on her bottom.
“You cover yourself up again and I’ll bare your bottom,” he said. Lindsey couldn’t fathom him pulling her panties down, but was grateful for the break, and hoped the spanking was almost over. He patted her lightly. “You know you need this spanking, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She felt herself blush furiously at the admission. He peppered her cheeks with quick smacks. She hid her face, pressing her forehead into the couch. The volley of rapid, stinging swats continued. Then his hand rested again on her bottom, giving them both a little break. When he released her wrists, her hands went to her face.
“I promised you if you’ve been bad or were feeling an urge to be naughty, you could come to me and we’d take care of it. I keep my promises. And you knew I was planning to spank you today, yet you came anyway. See, this tells me that you know you deserve this. The lecture and the spanking.” His hand alternated between rubbing her bottom as he spoke, and patting it to emphasize key words.
Lindsey nodded and said, “Yes, sir, I know I misbehaved.”
“Yes, you did. You never, never come to rehearsal drunk! You just don’t do that!” Jim scolded Lindsey as his hand went back to work on her backside. He continued punishing her soundly, focusing on the center of her bottom. This time, she felt slow, hard spanks, his hand lingering briefly on her cheeks after every smack. Then he focused on her sit spots.
Her bottom was so sore when Jim went back to her sit spots, Lindsey was sure she could endure no more, and again her hands flew back to protect her red cheeks. Jim stopped spanking her abruptly, and Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief, but then sucked her breath in with surprise as she felt Jim’s fingers on the elastic waistband of her panties. “Jim, please!” she protested. Her face flushed even deeper at the thought of what Jim would no doubt be looking at—his own handprints on her bottom.
“I told you that when I say something will happen, you can bet it is going to happen. What did I say would happen to you if you covered your bottom with your hands again?” he asked. She kicked her feet in a futile effort to thwart him. He’d only halfway bared her bottom, and he stopped a moment, leaving the panties at half-mast. “Calm down. Kicking only makes it last longer. Take a deep breath and answer my question.” His hand patted her lightly, reassuringly, until she stopped kicking.
She replied softly, “You said I’d regret it. Please—please don’t pull my panties down!” she begged him.
“I see regret is already happening.” He ran his hand across her half-bared bottom. “And what else did I say?”
“You said you would bare my bottom, sir,” she said.
Her face burned as he continued slowly peeling her panties and her jeans down to mid-thigh. “Yes, I did. And I keep my promises.” Then his hands and attention returned to her reddened bottom. His left hand grasped her more firmly around the waist and she felt his right hand caress her bare, red cheeks for the first time. His hand lingered a moment, rubbing the warmth and pain of her spanked skin, running his hand across both cheeks, down her upper thighs, all over the areas he had just punished.
Lindsey sighed, her legs opening a bit, feeling his hand gently rub her bottom, wanting his hand to travel to other places. The heat of the spanking sparked her nether regions. She could feel her wetness even though the spanking hurt. Now Jim could no doubt see her nether lips. Would he notice the moisture likely glistening there?
Why was she getting so turned on by this man punishing her? His caresses soothed her poor spanked bottom. Lindsey moaned, the combination of pain and pleasure creating an amazing cocktail of chemistry in her brain. Then he gave her a few little swats on each cheek, fitting his hand to her bottom, cupping each cheek, the spanks only lightly stinging. Her bottom stayed arched up to receive his hand, and though she moved a bit, she didn’t try to wiggle away.
Jim continued the mild swats as he began his next lecture. “Now, young lady, I’ll continue by promising you that if I ever find out you’ve been drinking before a rehearsal again, I will paddle your bare bottom! You say you want to go professional? Then act professional! Skipping rehearsals and showing up drunk are high-school rebellious teenager behaviors. You know better, so behave better!” Then he spanked her hard and fast, peppering both cheeks with smacks. Lindsey’s bare bottom bounced beneath his palm and she cried out at the slaps.
Jim spanked her lower bottom and moved down to her upper thighs. Her lusty thoughts evaporated under the powerful smacks he was delivering. She quickly became overwhelmed at the rapid-fire pain that seared through her. Lindsey kicked her legs again—she couldn’t help it. She felt her jeans slip off with all of her kicking, though her panties stayed around her lower thighs. Her wails became cries, and utter helplessness took over. She cried out, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop! I’ll behave!” Then she could no longer form words, the pain was so all-encompassing. His spanking grew in power and intensity, covering her bottom and upper thighs until her skin radiated warmth, glowing. Within her helplessness, there came a shift inside of Lindsey’s mind and heart. She deserved this spanking. She desperately wanted to make things all right again, but mostly wanted this spanking to be over, and for Jim to hold her and soothe her and forgive her. Soon she was sobbing brokenly.
The silence when he stopped spanking her was almost startling. Jim went back to rubbing her bottom, and Lindsey wept openly into the couch. As his caresses calmed her, she took ragged deep breaths and tried to compose herself again. She felt empty, almost like she was floating.
His palm soothed her sore bottom and he whispered reassuringly to her, “There’s my good girl. I know it hurts, but now it’s over. You’re okay, and everything is clear again. You be good, don’t misbehave, and everything will be just fine.” He patted her sore bottom lightly, and again, Lindsey could feel that amazing sensation of wanting his hands to travel to other places. Just a couple of short minutes ago, she was wailing under his palm and sex was the furthest thing from her mind, but now that the overwhelming pain was gone, she was again aware of the heat permeating her bottom and her pussy, and the immense itch it left inside of her—a void that wanted filling. Her bottom arched up into his hand.
Jim commented, “Mmmm. You like that, do you? Well, I think you deserve a bit of a reward, too, for doing your homework so well and for having the courage to come here and accept your punishment.”
She moaned, and felt his fingers brush across her lower bottom. Her legs parted a bit more, begging his hand to keep exploring. He lightly trailed his fingers across the wetness of her slit and Lindsey gasped. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling her mound and her moist lips beneath. Her breath caught and she pushed her bottom even higher up into his hand, legs opening more. He patted her nether lips lightly and she brought her legs back together.
“You leave your legs open and that bottom up just like it is!” he said, spanking her bottom again. Then his fingers returned to her hungry wet slit. His left arm tightened its grip around her waist as he explored her.
Lindsey couldn’t believe it. How she’d wished for his hand to go there. Finally it was happening! She moved with him, pressing herself against his hand and then raising her bottom up again. His left hand moved from around her waist to her bottom, patting her lightly. His right forefinger found her clit and began swirling light circles around it, tickling it. Pleasure. He pressed the swollen knob harder. His pats on her bottom became slaps. Pain. Her breath came in sharp gasps. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. How closely they were related.
She could feel herself rising, rising toward him, toward the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced. She tried to hold herself back, make this moment last forever, but she had no control over what was happening within her body. In no time, she was having wave after wave of the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, rocking on his lap, helpless to do anything but ride the waves. She screamed with the intensity of it. She’d always thought that was a silly phrase—‘screaming orgasm’—but now she understood. She couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried, which she didn’t. The waves moved through her, causing her body to arch and buck across his lap in an orgasmic sexual dance. She felt the spasms shaking through her whole body, and when she was spent, he patted her bottom lightly again, feeling the warmth of the spanking and the moisture of the orgasm. “Remember, bad behavior is punished, but good behavior is rewarded. Are you going to behave yourself now?”
“Oh, yes, sir!” Lindsey answered. She knelt up from his lap and hugged him, feeling a surge of exhilaration from the release of her pent-up energy. She burrowed in the warmth and closeness of his chest, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in his arms. In spite of the throb in her bottom, or maybe because of it, there was no place she’d rather be than in the arms of this man.
He gently rocked her as he held her, whispering to her. “That’s my good girl. You know what to do and you’re doing it. I’m very proud of you for that. No more tickets or scrapes with the law, no more skipping rehearsals, no drunken binges. Sometimes I’ll just have to give you a nice warm bottom to inspire you to make the right choices,” he told her, his hand finding its way down her back to her still bare bottom, giving it a few pats.
Suddenly Lindsey felt very exposed and vulnerable, and she hid her face in his chest, snuggling deeper into his embrace, melting into him. “Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Either way, changing your behavior makes all the difference. I know you’re human. I don’t expect perfection. But I do expect to see you trying, and I do see that you are trying.”
Lindsey laughed. “Yes, I can be very trying.”
He gave her a playful swat and said, “You go get yourself cleaned up. It’s late, and I have other things to do with my time besides spanking naughty young ladies, you know.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, standing and pulling her panties back into place, her skin now far pinker than the panty. As she went down the now familiar hallway to the bathroom, Lindsey felt somehow elated, comforted, and cared for in a way that she had never known, and could get used to. She blew her nose and rinsed her face, and then lifted the skirt of her tunic and pulled down the panties to inspect her red bottom and thighs. Jim had done quite a thorough job! Her bottom still stung as she rubbed the freshly spanked skin. Even as she was horrified, she found herself smiling slightly at the sight. She put herself back together, figuring they’d part ways, she’d get into her car and sit on her sore bottom for her drive home. Instead, Jim surprised her.
“Let’s go get a bite to eat,” he said.