The Spanking Machine- Part 2 #NSFW, 18+

Hello, my kinky readers~

Thank you for your patience! I know that I took my sweet time writing this segment. Life has been so busy lately (busy but GOOD). If you missed the first part, you ‘ll want to start: here.

I do hope you enjoy this naughty tale! I sure enjoyed writing it for you.

XOXO,

nora

Part Two

As Cassie lay secured over the spanking bench, her tummy filled with butterflies.  Some of her more memorable spankings played out in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes.  The judge who had prescribed and was observing her discipline through the glass saw a single tear slide down the bare bottomed girl’s cheek and nodded.  Good, the judge thought, the girl was remorseful for her poor behavior. That was a good first step in the right direction.

Cassie did regret her behavior, but her tears were evidence of the pain she still suffered from the loss of her parents.  Life was incredibly cruel and unfair at times.  Sure, she had misbehaved and had certainly earned herself a spanking.  But she would give anything to be bent over her Daddy’s knee right now, learning her lesson from him.  Daddy was supposed to be here to guide her and love her and help her achieve her dreams.  Instead, she was strapped to a spanking bench as a means to escape jail time and a criminal record.  Just another lost soul alone in this world.  Another tear dripped down and off her chin.

Behind her, the guard inserted the handle of the leather strap into the spanking machine and entered the total amount of strokes she would receive.  When she felt the cool leather press against her bottom firmly, her head whipped around to look.  On the screen, the number 35 displayed.  Before she had time to process this number, the machine whipped the strap backward and then forward again, the leather slapping the bare skin of her sit spot. 

The strokes came at an even pace and landed all over her bottom and tops of her thighs.  Cassie had never been restrained in this way and could do little to escape the pain of the strap.  Initially, she was determined not to cry or beg as she had often done during one of Daddy’s spankings, but by the sixth stroke the cries involuntarily came. By the twentieth stroke, Cassie was sobbing, and her bottom felt hot and swollen.  She begged for her spanking to end; her tearful gaze aimed at the judge.  Her audience looked on, unmoved by her theatrics.  What they saw was a naughty girl receiving her comeuppance.

As the thirtieth stroke seared across the crease between bottom and thigh, Cassie howled in pain.  Her world was suddenly smaller, and nothing existed except the red hot pain in her backside.  She hung there sobbing after the last stroke, unable to move in any way to find relief.

She watched through tears as the guard hung the strap back on the wall and took down the wooden paddle.  The guard tapped the paddle against her palm a few times, satisfied with its potential.  Renewed panic surged through her, and Cassie fought against the straps to no avail.  She would be paddled and there was nothing she could do about it now.

In her mind, she was suddenly in another time and place, standing before Mommy and Daddy.  Her panties were resting around her thighs, and she held the paddle she had been sent to get in front of her, trying to cover herself up.  Daddy was delivering a blistering lecture about her misadventures.  She and her girlfriend had been caught sneaking back in after attending a party they had been very clearly told not to attend.  Now, with her girlfriend upstairs within earshot, she was about to receive some very stern discipline from a disappointed father.  She remembered how he had taken the paddle from her and guided her over his knee.

Whaap.

The first stroke of the paddle brought her back to the present. 

Smack.

“Owwwwwwww,” she howled.

Whack.

The hard oak paddle continued to fall upon the soft flesh of her upturned bottom. While the strap had pinkened her backside, the paddle was painting it crimson. 

“Please! I’ll be good!” she cried, the tears falling.  In her mind, she made promises of better behavior to Mommy and Daddy.  She would do better.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Cassie didn’t know it, but the guard had entered fifty strokes into the spanking machine.  Fifty times the paddle bit into her soft flesh, eliciting tears and remorseful cries.  Fifty times Cassie regretted her bad behavior and promised herself she’d do better.  By the time it was finished, she hung there limply.  The paddle had painted her bottom the color of ripe cherries and her flesh was swollen and hot. 

Unfortunately for Cassie, her spanking wasn’t over.

She watched in disbelief as the guard walked back toward her holding what she could only assume was a cane.  Daddy had never caned her. 

The guard entered twelve strokes, following the Judge’s orders to a tee.

The judge, her lawyer, and the bailiff looked on.

The cane made an awful sound as it sliced through the air, landing on Cassie’s well spanked bottom.  In its wake, a welt immediately appeared.  Cassie howled; her remorse evident to those watching.

Another stroke burned the tops of her thighs.  Another welt appeared, one that would last a week.

Stroke after unyielding stroke landed until all twelve had been delivered.  It was the soundest spanking of Cassie’s life.  She would likely never touch another can of spray paint. 

The guard released the straps and helped Cassie to a standing position.  She made quite the picture…hair in disarray, tear stained face, hands clutching her swollen bottom, panties banded around her thighs.  The guard led her to the window and turned her around so that her disciplined bottom was facing the small audience.  The judge nodded her approval, and Cassie was led to a corner, where she was made to stand with her hands on her head for twenty minutes while the paperwork was finished.  The guard then led her to a bathroom, where she was allowed to re-dress.  As she pulled her jeans up, Cassie wished they weren’t so tight.  Her bottom felt double in size and the pain was tremendous.

The guard led her to a small waiting room.  Her lawyer came and went, and told her to wait to meet her mentor. He would be along shortly.  While she had sobbed her eyes out during her spanking, she cried again, thankful it was over. 

And this is how he found her when he entered the room.  A well spanked girl, crying tears of remorse.  He looked on for a moment, quietly observing her. 

“Cassandra Lynn?” he asked, his voice stern but quiet.

Cassie quickly wiped the tears from her face, nodding.

The man came to her and reached out his hand.  Tentatively she shook it, her face hot with embarrassment at her current state.

“I am Lucas,” he said.  “I am to be your mentor the next six months.”

Cassie nodded, unsure what this entailed as she had barely heard a word her lawyer had said after her discipline. 

“I can see you’ve had your spanking,” he said, watching the color rise in her cheeks again.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking at the floor.

“I hope that will be a lesson to you, young lady,” Lucas said, watching her closely.

Cassie nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

“I am going to help you, Cassandra,” he said, taking her chin in his hand and guiding her gaze to his.  “I will have very high expectations of you, but I am going to help guide you forward, and teach you to do better for yourself.  You are not alone.”

Cassie’s eyes welled with tears again as she gazed at this stranger who was promising to help her.  She felt her shoulders relax a bit and her heart felt lighter. 

“Come with me,” Lucas said. “We have much to discuss, including the rules, young lady.”

Cassie took his hand, and her next chapter began.