A lesson to be learned #18+, NSFW

A bit of spanking fiction, for your enjoyment 🙂


“Okay, goodbye, Sarah.  Hopefully I’ll be in tomorrow.”

Fresh from the shower, Ted only heard the last bit of conversation as his girlfriend hung up the phone.

“You aren’t going into work today, honey?” he asked, his frame filling the bathroom door, one eyebrow raised.

Cindy let out a small, forced cough.

“No, I’m really not feeling well.  I think I may be coming down with something,” she told him, pulling the covers up around her. 

Ted didn’t say anything for a moment, continuing to button his shirt while he contemplated the situation. 

“You seemed to feel just fine before I got into the shower, Cindy,” he said with a pointed look.

Cindy blushed, looking away.  She knew he was referring to the lovemaking they had shared prior to his shower.

“It just came on suddenly,” she said, her voice small.  “I think I may have a fever.”

Ted stared at her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Okay, honey,” he said.  “Well, we should probably take your temperature before I go to work.  I just want to make sure you are okay.”

Cindy’s stomach dropped with this announcement. 

“No, it’s okay, Ted.  You go on to work.  I can take care of myself,” she insisted, a little too vehemently.

“It’s no problem,” Ted said, disappearing into the bathroom. 

Cindy lay there, butterflies in her tummy. 

When Ted returned, she was surprised to see he was holding not only a thermometer, but a small jar of Vaseline.  He set both down on the nightstand and began to draw down her covers.

“Ted, what are you doing?” Cindy said, trying to regain control of the blanket.

“I am going to take your temperature, Cindy,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.  “Roll over onto your tummy, please.”

“But, Ted…no, please.  We can use the other thermometer,” Cindy cried.  She now knew exactly what he intended, and she wanted no part in it. 

“Cindy, on your tummy this minute.  I am going to take your temperature.”

Ted’s tone was much stricter now, and Cindy recognized that he was not going to be dissuaded.

“You are not feeling well, and it is my job to take care of you.  This is happening.  So, please be a good girl and roll over for me.”

Ted stood before her; arms crossed.  Cindy knew it was futile to argue as she had never won an argument with him before.  Intending to plead her case one last time, Cindy opened her mouth to speak, but Ted was quick to shut her down with a simple question.

Quietly, Ted asked, “Do you need a spanking, Cindy?”

The question hung in the air between them.  Weeks ago, Ted had introduced her to D/s and he had made it clear to her that a condition of dating him was that she learn to submit.  It had all sounded very exciting in theory…but now, faced with a strong man, determined to bend her to his will, Cindy realized just how real this all was.  She shook her head…anything but that.  She slowly obeyed him, rolling onto her tummy. 

Wasting no time, Ted pulled the blanket off her completely.  She lay there in her nightie, her panties just barely visible from where the hemline had ridden up as she rolled over.  He smiled, seeing her this way, vulnerable to him.  He had no doubt that she did not have a fever.  He was afraid his little girl was going to learn a lesson this morning.

He lifted her nightie high onto her back and using both hands, tugged her panties down to the backs of her thighs, leaving her bare before him.

While she knew he was not to be persuaded, she tried anyway.

“Please, Ted.  Please don’t do this.  It’s not necessary.  I am sure that I am fine.  I just need a little rest is all,” she pleaded, watching as he picked up the Vaseline.

Ted said nothing, maintaining eye contact with her as he opened the jar and dipped his fingers in.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, honey,” he said, voice low.

“Ted, no!”

“Cindy Lynn…do as I say this moment, young lady.  I am losing patience with you.”

Cindy let out a small cry of frustration and reached back, taking each of her bottom cheeks in her hands.  She gave him a pleading look which was only returned with a long, unrelenting stare.  Slowly, she parted the cheeks of her bottom, a blush spreading across her pretty face as she exposed her naughty hole.

Ted let her lie there for a moment, admiring her beautiful form on display.  They hadn’t been dating long, but long enough that Cindy had learned he was a dominant man.  Slowly, he’d been teaching her to obey his commands and accept his authority.  He smiled to himself.  She would obey him today; he would ensure that.  While he was enjoying the view of her naked buttocks, spread before him, what brought him the most pleasure was the worried look on her face.

She had good reason to worry.  No doubt she was remembering the last time she had displeased him and how he had brought her home directly after the movie and spanked her bare bottom for the disrespectful tone she had used with him.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present moment, he reached down and began to spread the Vaseline between her cheeks, dipping his finger slowly into her bottom.  He heard her sharp intake of breath as his finger invaded her and he tortured her a bit longer, moving his finger slowly in and out of her. 

Grinning, he took the thermometer and inserted it fully into her bottom.

“You may let go now, Cindy, “he said sternly.  “But stay there and do not move until I return.”

Cindy released her bottom cheeks and buried her face in her hands.  Ted returned to the bathroom, washing his hands but keeping an eye on his girl through the open door.

When he returned, he stood to the side of the bed, arms crossed.         

“Cindy Lynn, look at me please,” he requested, towering over her.

Cindy obeyed; her pretty face full of worry…and the thermometer jutting out between the bare cheeks of her bottom.

“I think we both know that this thermometer is not going to show a temperature,” Ted told her.  “And, I am fully aware that you had a project due at work today.”

Cindy squirmed under his relentless gaze.  She had hoped he had forgotten that part.

“Is that true, young lady?”

Cindy looked at her hands.  While she was a naughty girl at times, she was also usually an honest one.

“Yes, Ted.  That is true,” she whispered.

“And, I am guessing that you did not complete your work, Cindy.  Is that also true?”

A single tear rolled down Cindy’s cheek.  She looked at him and nodded.

He smiled at her.

“It is okay, little one,” he said gently.  “We all make mistakes sometimes.”

With that, he reached down and removed the thermometer, checking it and then placing it in a tissue.

“You do not have a temperature, Cindy Lynn,” Ted said, his voice firm again.

“I’m sorry, Ted,” she said, giving him a pleading look.

He said nothing, giving her a moment to contemplate her fate.  Stretched out before him, panties down and bottom bare, worried look plastered across her face she looked very much like a younger version of herself.  The look in her eyes told him that she knew she had misbehaved…and, she knew him well enough by now to know that he did not take her misbehavior lightly. 

“What should I do about this, Cindy Lynn?” he asked, quietly.

“I’ll go to work, Ted,” she began quickly, hoping against hope that he would let her off lightly.  “I’ll explain to Dave that I am almost finished, and I’ll get that project done today.”

Ted let her stew there a moment, knowing that she was hopeful he would drop the whole matter.

“Yes, you will be going to work today, Cindy.  And you will own up to your boss that you did not complete your work on-time.  And, you will complete your project.”

He paused a moment until she looked up at him, questioningly.

“And, I am afraid you will be doing so with a very sore bottom, honey.”

She gulped and looked away as his intention became clear to her.  While she had known this moment was coming, she had hoped to escape this fate.

“Stand up, Cindy Lynn.  And you can leave those panties right where they are, young lady.”

As she rose from the bed reluctantly, Ted sat down on the straight-backed chair he had put in their bedroom for spankings.  Cindy hated seeing that chair.  Each time she looked at it she blushed, knowing its purpose in their bedroom.

Sitting down, Ted then made his next decree.

“Bring me the paddle, young lady.”

Cindy’s tummy filled with butterflies.  Ted had only paddled her bottom a few times and the paddle was always reserved for serious offenses.  She had no doubt in her mind now that she was about to be a very sorry girl this morning.

She moved towards the dresser, her panties at her thighs, reminding her of what was to come.  Opening the top drawer, she removed the wooden paddle that Ted had placed there.  Slowly, her head down in shame, she walked back to him, standing to his side, clutching the paddle that would shortly be used to discipline her. 

Ted began to lecture his girl, his voice quiet but firm.  He told her what a good girl he believed her to be and how he loved her very much, but that her naughtiness could not go unpunished.  As he lectured, he watched the tears well in her eyes and he knew that she was ready to accept his discipline.

“It is time for your spanking now, little one,” he told her, taking the paddle from her and placing it on the floor beside his chair.  He had purposely left her holding the implement that would soon bring a great sting to her bottom. 

Cindy didn’t resist in any way.  His words had moved her, bringing attention to her misbehavior and she knew in her heart that she deserved his spanking.  She laid down over his knees as he had taught her to do, her head down in resignation and her bottom raised for discipline.

Pleased with her obedience to him, Ted pulled her nightgown high onto her back and gripped her bare waist with one hand.  Her panties rested at the backs of her thighs, but he used his right hand to lower them further.  No inch of her bottom or thighs would go un-spanked today.    

Bringing up his hand, he began to spank the girl lying over his knees.

Cindy tried to maintain her position with some dignity, but soon he reduced her to a little girl, kicking and crying while she was spanked soundly for her misbehavior.  Ted ignored her pleas for leniency, and her cries were met only with the sharp spanks of his palm as he disciplined the girl that he loved.  He focused on warming her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs, knowing that he would pay great attention to her sit spots with his paddle later.

All Cindy could do was lie there and take her medicine.  She desperately wanted to cover her bottom but had learned from experience that this tactic would only earn her further discipline.  Last time she had reached back during punishment, Ted had stopped the spanking, stood her up, and placed her bare bottom on the wooden chair he now sat on.  He had retrieved the tawse and he had punished the palms of her hands for interfering with her discipline.  And then, it had been right back over his knee, and her spanking had resumed until he was satisfied that she had learned her lesson.

Satisfied with the current color of her bottom, and the urgency in her cries, Ted picked up the paddle.  This caused Cindy to plead again, begging him not to paddle her bottom.  Ted’s answer was to hold the paddle firmly against her burning bottom.

“Cindy Lynn, you know that you have earned this spanking, young lady.  I do hope that you are learning a lesson here today, a lesson in responsibility.”

With that, he landed the paddle firmly on her right cheek eliciting a loud cry from the naughty girl over his knee.

“You will get your work turned in on time.”

A hard smack to her left cheek.

“And you won’t call in sick when you are feeling just fine, young lady.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Each time the hard wood of the paddle landed on her soft behind, Cindy kicked and cried to no avail over his knee.  Tears were now streaming down her face as he paddled her quite soundly.

Letting the paddle do the talking, Ted continued to spank his girl’s bottom, concentrating on her sit spots.  He wanted her to feel this spanking all afternoon (and well into tomorrow) as she sat at her desk, completing her project. 

Determined, he gripped her waist tightly and paddled her bottom soundly until all the resistance had left her body and she hung over his knee, tears on her face, her bottom a brilliant shade of red.    

Picking up with his lecture again, he began to drive home the lesson with questions, punctuated with a firm application of paddle swats.

“Are you going to work harder toward meeting your commitments, young lady?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Smack.

“Are you going to call in to sick when you aren’t sick, young lady?”

“No, Sir!”

Smack. Smack.  He was pleased to hear her calling him “Sir”. 

“Am I going to have to repeat this lesson any time soon, Cindy Lynn?”

“No, Sir! I promise you won’t!”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

He set down the paddle and began to softly rub her bottom which was hot to the touch.

“I hope you understand that you needed this spanking, Cindy,” he said, softly, rubbing the sting from her bottom and thighs.

Cindy was still crying over his knee, her hair plastered to her wet face.

“Yes, Sir… I’m so sorry,” she cried softly.

“I know, little one,” he said, continue to rub her sore bottom.  “It’s all over now. You have paid the price for your naughtiness and all is forgiven.”

With that, he helped Cindy off his knee.  She was a bit shaky, so he drew her into his arms, sitting her bare bottom on his lap.  She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shirt.

He rocked her there for a moment, comforting her.  She had just taken a very sound spanking and that was a big deal for a little girl.  She had fully submitted to her discipline and he felt very proud of her.  He whispered sweet words into her ear, relaying to her what a good girl she had been.

After a few minutes, he took Cindy’s chin in his hand and drew her gaze to his. 

“You are going to work now, young lady.  I’d like you to start getting ready.  I will take you in this morning,” his tone left no room for disagreement, not that she would have dared anyway.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, obediently, rising from his lap.  She smiled at him as she walked toward the bathroom, her nightie falling back into place…and covering her hot, sore bottom.

He smiled at her thoughtfully, enjoying the view.  It was one that he planned to see again that evening.  After all, she still had a spanking coming to her for lying to his face about being sick.  He had strong feelings about dishonesty, but he wasn’t too concerned at the moment.  Before the night was through, the taste of soap in her mouth, and the sting of the cane on her bare bottom, and trust would be restored between them.

The end. 


I hope you enjoyed this bit of spanking fiction, my naughty friends! I sure enjoyed writing it 🙂

XOXO,

nora

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  1. Oh nora this was amazing!!! Just the kind of post work pick me up this girl needed today! Brings back a memory of mine. (As most of your stories do) My sister (I’m one of 5 two girls. Three boys) I was 15 my sister was 16.5. I was 5’0. My sister had a friend that was 16 almost 17 and 6’3, his name was Matt. And we did theater together for school. And since I was so small he called me little one as a joke. I liked Matt a lot. Something about him I now know woke up a submissive side in me. And we used to play fight over this baby blue armchair at rehearsal. Mock horror, cursing, faces and all. And this one day at rehearsal I really pissed him off. He did the up motion at me. And I gave him the chair (seniority crap had been drilled into me. And I thought he thought I was annoying) and I said “You know I hate you sometimes. You asshole?” (I know very immature but I was 15) and he waited until everyone was gone since my sister had asked him to give me a ride home. And right as the last of his buddies were leaving he picked me up pushed me over his knee and gave me a sound spanking. While his buddies watched. Then hi kissed me on the forehead and called me a good girl. And in the car asked me to be his girlfriend. We dated for two years. Until he went off to college. (He was a junior. I was a sophomore)

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    1. Dang, girl! You do seem to find all the spanking men! This guy in high school, and then Sawyer, who also gave you a non-consensual spanking when he first met you. Are you wearing a sign on your back that says “please spank me”? Lucky girl 🙂

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      1. No. Unfortunately, that would have been more fun. I was just feisty. And he was a traditional southern guy. I thought he thought I was Regan and Avery’s annoying little sister. (My sister and her twin brother) Matt was my first spanking experience. He was effortlessly dominant (as is my husband. I have a pattern) and I liked him a lot. But girl you should’ve seen the look on my face when I realized no matter how much begging came out of this pretty little mouth. He wasn’t going to let up. And his buddies were probably going to stay. We ended up getting ice cream on the way home as a reward for doing so well with my spanking. And to celebrate our new relationship. (In case y’all were wondering if my husband is okay with me talking about Matt here. They’re actually friends. Avery and Regan and Matt are still friends and Matt comes for holidays every year. And he taught my husband everything he knows about spanking me.) Turns out my entire family was in on this plan. I guess I just have the magic bottom for guys who like to spank.

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        1. Smiles. So you ARE a lucky girl!!! I had to teach my husband how to spank me. I am really thinking you need to start a blog, Grace…and document some of these experiences for us. I would LOVE to hear about a conversation between Matt and Sawyer and their mutual affinity for spanking you 🙂

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  2. I love this story. I think having her temp taken like that was embarrassing for her, but she looked so cute. I like how the scenario mirrored familiar adolescent-like behavior – the scenario of not doing your homework and trying to skip school by feigning illness. Appropriate consequences for this young lady.

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    1. Thank you, franzcoughka! That is exactly what I was going for…making the parallels to this girl, and to a younger girl who might try to skip school but ultimately gets caught (and disciplined). In my own life, I often feel younger…like a girl…who needs strict authority in her life. So, that tends to be how I write my spanking fiction 🙂

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  3. I loved your story. Several thought, I had been wearing fitbit watch, for about 2 week and I haven’t spent too much time play it. After reading your story, the first thing I see on my phone, is the fitbit monitors my skin temperature (didn’t even know that) but you can manually enter a CORE TEMPERATURE. The only core temperature I know is done rectally.

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  4. This story talked to my heart, several ways and could identify with many things. Thank you.
    I was having trouble, becoming pregnant and my Obstetrician (a male) suggest to My husband and me that he take my core temperature daily and keep a record to determine ovulation day (1994). He loved taking my rectal temperature each morning and it was still hard to determine the right day of ovulation so he started taking my temperature twice a day. And he love to give me Morning spanking and sending me to work with a red Hot bottom.

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    1. Smiles… I am so glad that you liked it, Michael! I found the thermometer pic courtesy of Google. It was challenging to find one that wasn’t displaying the lady bits (as I recently got busted by WordPress for this). 🙂

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