Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Friday, July 27, 2012

Last Minute Lessons


Generally speaking, when Professor and I schedule a punishment session, we plan close to a week in I have always had plenty of advance notice to nervously anticipate having to stand before him on wobbly legs as I answer for my misdeeds and am punished. This session was different. Over the last 3 days or so, Professor and I have emailed back and forth about the possibility of planning a session before he leaves for a 3 week vacation next Monday. Tuesday evening he emailed saying that we wouldn't be able to get together after all because he had received word of a last minute assignment at work. I was a little disappointed but completely understood his needing to focus on this thing for work. I emailed back to him sort of sassy and sarcastic saying things like: "Perhaps I will take advantage of the 3 weeks of your absence and misbehave" & "We shall see how this long distance, spankless approach to discipline works out". I was just being a little bit fresh and saying things that I knew would likely make him laugh and then reply with his typical strict wit. He did in fact reply at 730pm Tuesday evening and told me that he had moved his schedule around for the following afternoon and wanted to see me at 2pm. I was very happy to be seeing him but a touch of nervousness began to creep in as I realized that he had not even mentioned my sassy comments. "Uh oh. Did he take that the wrong way? Does he think I was seriously threatening to misbehave? Oh crap!" I emailed him back and told him my sass was meant to be humorous and if I had known I'd be seeing him so soon, I wouldn't have been so I told him I'd cancel or rearrange things in my schedule so that I could come down to see him the following afternoon. 

It was already after 8pm by the time I replied to his email; so I had less than 12 hours before I would have to start driving down to meet with him. I've always had several days to work myself up into a nervous ball of energy prior to seeing Professor.....this time, I had mere hours. I tossed and turned throughout the night, replaying the offenses on my Punishment List over and over. After our last session, the day after my birthday, Professor had insisted that I leave 2 offenses on my list to be addressed the next time we were together. They were of course the two offenses I was most concerned about; #1: Missing my heart meds & #2: Drinking a 5 Hr Energy just days after Professor had forbid it......both offenses that have possible health or safety risks, so I'd convinced myself that these two were likely going to be pretty high up on the severity scale. Since our last session I had added only two additional offenses: #1: Texting while driving & #2: An incident where I 'helped' a friend with something I should not have (I can't be overly detailed when discussing this offense....sorry). Of those two new offenses, I knew he would be upset about the texting while driving because it is something he has punished me for in the past and something I know better than to do. 

So a grand total of four offenses to be 'discussed' and I had my fingers crossed that my sassy commentary via email would be overlooked. I got out of bed before my alarm even went off the following morning. After a quick shower, I was out the door and driving along my merry little way down the highway that had now become my usual bi-weekly commute toward accountability. I was happy overall because I felt pretty darn special. Professor is a very busy man and his time is limited and valuable......and this last minute project he had gotten saddled with the day before is extremely important and can be time knowing he had decided to spend the afternoon with me, in the midst of this project, had put a smile on my face and again told me that I had, too, become a priority. Though smiling outwardly while navigating through morning traffic outside the city, my stomach was in knots and my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. I was nervous.....I had no time to calm myself down with my usual days of anticipation. I wasn't sure exactly how much trouble I would be in, but I knew within the next several hours that I was going to be sore. 

Every time I see Professor for a punishment, I seem to go through this metamorphosis. I begin my drive outwardly confident, bubbly, loud though I am a ball of nerves inside. The moment he arrives and I see those piercing brown eyes set in an intense stare & hear his deep, stern voice, that outgoing & confident young woman disappears. What is left is a nervous, quiet little girl fighting to remain still supported by shaking legs, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her as her hands nervously bend and clasp one another. Eyes darting from ceiling to wall in an effort to break the gaze, only to be called back to meet his eyes once again. Heart thrusting violently against my rib cage with every nervous beat as every nerve ending in my body stands on edge, aware of even the slightest touch. Throughout the session, I am quiet, obedient, remorseful. After the last swat has fallen and I've been properly punished then pulled into his strong arms for a hug, then I again find my voice. The sorry and sore little girl remains but my heart and my mind is much lighter. I talk, laugh, smile and enjoy him doing the same. In a matter of a few hours, I can experience every emotion on the spectrum as his dominant presence renders me helpless to stop it. Professor has perfected the fine art and elusive skill of mindfucking. And I love it. 

After arriving at our typical meeting spot, I send Professor a text message with the room number and place a key on my SUV for him. I sit my bag of implements on the dresser as I walk into the room and turn on the A/C. I remove my Punishment List with its new entries and place it, along with a pen, on the desk for Professor. I leave the room to fill a bucket with ice and bring it back, sitting it on the dresser top, alongside the 2 bottles of water & 2 bottles of Diet Coke. I'm nervously pacing around the room now after running out of small preparations. I turn the tv on and flip to CNN.....however, with the election looming this fall, CNN is nothing but a political facebook I glance at my watch as I continue to pace. "Where is he?" I utter aloud. I open the RealPlayer App on my phone and select a song by Default to play for background noise. I thrive on loudness and chaos. My mind can easily be quieted by loud, boisterous music thumping from an iPod.....but not like this. Professor arrived first and I came late to our first session.....from then on, he has had me arrive first and check in. He knows that I prefer the control of arriving last and being able to walk to the room and knock. When I arrive first, no matter how many times I have done this, I start to panic. The closest description I can relate this panic to is a naughty girl waiting in her bedroom for her father to return home and listening to hear his footsteps on the stairs as he comes up to punish his errant daughter for her misbehavior. Every single time I wait for Professor, I feel this way. Before he even arrives, I am transforming from that confident, self-assured young woman who fears nothing, to a nervous and scared little girl quietly contemplating her fate. I will turn on the tv or my music in an attempt to quiet my mind, though it rarely helps. I pace, crack my knuckles, rehearse my defense though it is never used. 

I get myself so worked up that by the time he arrives and his commanding frame is standing in the doorway, I literally exhale audibly and can feel the color drain from my face as I hesitantly glance up at him and try in vain to gauge the severity by the look on his face. Staring out the window into the bright, summer morning and jamming to my loud music, I hear the door slam shut behind me. My body jerks instinctively and I spin around to see Professor standing just inside the room. I fumble with the touch screen of my smartphone as I rush to quiet the music before turning it off and placing it in my purse. I grab the remote and turn off the television as Professor sits at the table and reaches for the list and begins to read through it. 

"Come stand over here, young lady." He finally speaks, though not moving his eyes from the list. I shuffle over toward the table and grab my bottle of water off of the dresser on my way. Stopping just in front of the table, I start to open my water. "What is that?" Professor asks as his eyes lock with mine. " water, Sir?" I answer, almost questioning rather than stating. "What are you doing?" His eyes narrow as he speaks. "I..uh...was just getting a drink." I utter quietly. "Did I tell you to get a drink, Natalie Lynn?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. My eyes dart to the wall, the ceiling and finally the floor as I answer, "No, Sir. I'm sorry." He gestures for me to return my gaze to his and I raise my face and ask, "May I have a drink of my water, Sir?" His eyes again narrow at mine, "No! Put it down now and I didn't give you permission to speak." I quickly turn to return the bottle of water to the dresser top and smile slightly as I whisper, "No you didn't. I'm sorry Sir." I love the controlling side of this man. From the second he enters the room at the start of a session, he firmly takes control of everything. Even seemingly small and irrelevant details such as my using the restroom, getting a drink, etc. He pays attention to everything and is in complete control and I love it. He stares intensely into my green eyes for several minutes without saying a word to me and I fight to stand still and keep my eyes locked with his. 

After what seems like an eternity, he retracts his firm gaze and returns to scanning the pages of my Punishment List. "We have four offenses to address today, which is far less than our last meeting, but a couple of these are repeat offenses Natalie Lynn......and we both know how much I love to repeat myself." He says as he reaches for then pen and begins to write on the last page. The tone of his voice when he made that sarcastic statement, for some reason seemed humorous......I have a tendency to laugh at the most inopportune times.....and this was one of them. I quickly slapped my hand to my mouth to cover the laughter that threatened to escape, but a snicker made its way out before I had covered it. His head shot up and he glared at me, his jaw clenched as he spoke, "Oh I see, this is funny to you. It isn't enough for you to ignore me and misbehave, making me repeat myself to you again. Now insulting & disrespecting me by laughing in my face about it seems amusing." I slowly dropped my hand from my face and let if fall back to my side, as the smile quickly faded and pain tinged in my rapidly beating heart at the words 'insulting' and 'disrespecting.' "No Sir. Its not funny and I wasn't meaning to be disrespectful...I umm..err...I'm sorry, Sir...I just..." I struggled to find the words, as he raised his hand to silence me. "Go put your nose in the corner. I don't want to hear it. Go, NOW! And you let me know when you're ready to respectfully discuss this list." He barked. I lowered my eyes from his as I turned to walk to the corner, kicking myself for laughing.

I stood quietly in the corner, lecturing myself for giggling. I *hate* when my words or actions are interpreted as disrespect toward Professor; I do respect this man tremendously and truly want to please him by showing that respect in our every interaction. "Sir, I'm really sorry for my lack of respect. May I return to discuss the offenses now? Please, Sir?" I quietly requested. "Come over here." He replied. I turned from the corner and again approached him. "There are four offenses on this list; two of those offenses are repeats. The first issue we will discuss is your texting when driving. I have spanked you for this before so I guess those spankings weren't hard enough, right?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes at me. "No, Sir....I mean yes, Sir they were hard enough, I promise. I just got careless when my Drive Smart App started screwing up and I quickly fell right back into sending texts yesterday. I'm addicted to texting, Sir." I replied. "Ball park figure, how many did you send while driving yesterday?" I sighed and lowered my eyes away from his as I spoke, "I don't need to guess Sir, I counted them. 37 Sir." I whispered barely audibly and then closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. "Look at me now." He barked. I slowly returned my eyes to lock with his. It was so hard not to turn away or lower my eyes again, as his dark brown eyes thoroughly chastised me, without a word uttered. I was blinking back the tears that threatened to spill out onto my cheeks by the time he finally spoke again. "You are not allowed to text while driving. You know you're addicted, which means your guard has to go up when you're driving. You know it is dangerous, illegal and stupid. If it can't wait then you pull over but texting while you're driving is risking you leaving Jase to grow up without his mother. Worth it?" I nodded my head and whispered, "No, Sir." 

Professor took the pen and quickly scribbled a word in all capitals on the page next to the offense. He underlined it several times before pushing the paper across the table toward me and saying, "What does that say?" I looked down at the list and read softly, "Repeat, Sir." He shook his head as he glared at me, his eyes narrowing as mine struggled not to turn down to avoid his intense gaze. I felt so small. Very sorry and very small.

Professor stood up from where he had been sitting and walked over to stand in front of me, his hands firmly planted on his hips as he spoke, "Go put your nose back in that corner, pants down to your knees. When I call you out, you are going to get a hard lesson in choosing to break my rules, putting yourself in danger and making me repeat myself to you, young lady." I quickly returned to the corner, while sliding my jeans down over my hips. 

I stood staring at the corner of the wall as I waited to be called out. Suddenly I felt Professor right behind me and I froze, holding my breath and waiting. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Is it funny now, Natalie Lynn?" I shook my head and whimpered, "No, Sir." I had no sooner gotten the words out than his right hand was encircling my upper arm, as he escorted me to the center of the room. He sat in the chair and looked up at me, almost irritated as he ordered, "Get over my lap, now." I nervously draped myself across his strong thighs and braced myself for the first stinging swats. My bottom tingled in anticipation and my breathing had already quickened and he hadn't even touched me yet.

I felt his fingers glide across my panty-clad bottom as I lay vulnerable over his knee. He locked his fingers in the legs of my panties, rather than the waistband, and he quickly pulled the thin satin up, exposing my cheeks as the smooth material bunched in the middle. "You made the choice to consciously ignore my rule and disregard your own safety yesterday when you sent every single one of those 37 text messages while obviously the last time I spanked you for this offense, it wasn't hard enough to get my point across to you.....and now, young lady, I will fix that. You will not ever text while driving again, clear?" He asked as his strong left hand continued to gently pat my bared bottom. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." I whispered out. He sighed audibly before responding, "Not yet you aren't." Those words had no sooner left his lips than I felt an incredible burn on my left cheek.  CRACK!  Then the right cheek.  CRACK!  The sting was intense and though Professors' strong left hand can deliver harsh and punishing swats, I knew he was using something other than his hand. He wasted no time at all in settling into a harsh, rapid rhythm of paddling my bottom.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  The first dozen and a half swats had me struggling to remain still and whimpering out as he continued to connect our solid, oak bath brush with my upturned cheeks. It hurt so bad and the force he was putting behind each and every searing swat, left no doubt in my mind as to how serious this offense was.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  Within a matter of mere minutes, my entire bottom felt as if it were on fire. I was shifting from one foot to the other, crossing my ankles to keep from kicking my legs as Professor continued to paddle. "Im sorryyyy." I whimpered aloud to him over my shoulder.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  "Yep, I know.....just not as sorry as you're going to be, little girl." His reply only increased the panic in my head as he continued to deliver punishing swats.   CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!   My breathing was ragged and I gasped for air between swats as I fought to blink back the tears that continued to well up in my eyes and struggled to swallow down my cries. 

Professor laid the awful brush on the small of my back and gently ran his fingertips softly across the aching skin of my bottom, which only intensified the sting. I gasped and whimpered out my apology again. He opened his legs further apart, casting me up onto my tip toes and elevating my bottom and thighs before again wielding that awful brush and continuing the lesson. This time he focused all of his attention to my previously unscathed sit spots and upper thighs.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!   My hands beat my discontent into the carpet beneath me. I squirmed to avoid the scalding swats but it was no use. Professor locked his right arm around my waist as his left set about administering a thorough paddling with that horribly heavy bath brush as I whimpered out again and again.   CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!   I sobbed softly and my tears began to fall onto my long, red hair as in blanketed the carpet beneath me. His knees were hard against my torso and his grip firmly holding me in place, upended over his lap as he punished my naughty bottom and tender thighs.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  By the time he stopped paddling, my skin felt tight and hardened under his gentle caresses. I tried in vain to slow my breathing and contain my sniffles. My cluttered mind remembered the bucket of ice and I fought the urge to beg Professor to run ice across the burning skin of my properly paddled bottom. 

"Back to the corner." He instructed with a heavy handed swat connecting with my right cheek. I scurried off to the corner and continued to remind myself that I am not allowed to rub. I sniffled and sobbed, my arms shaking as I interlocked my fingers and placed them on the back of my head, as I know I am expected to do.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Several HARD and fast swats connected with my bottom, from some unknown wooden implement. I fought to remain still and not spin around to avoid this new assault. My mind was frantic, trying to remember if I had said something or moved. Professor will paddle me in the corner if I speak without permission or move from position during a punishment, but as I ran through my scattered mind in a panic, I couldn't think of an offense but I knew I was certainly receiving punishing swats.  "There is NOTHING funny about me having to repeat my lessons to you, young lady!" He scolded. My eyes shot wide open and new tears began to flow freely down my face as he applied several more, hard swats and I kicked myself for being so stupid, as I fought to stay still facing the corner.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  I whimpered and my left hand fell from atop my head. "Hands on your head, NOW Lynn." He ordered. I quickly complied and returned my shaking hand to my head as I sniffled and sobbed.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  "Don't you *dare* make me repeat this lesson to you again, young lady. Clear?" He asked as he made sure to connect a half dozen hard swats to each sit spot, causing me to jump and jerk as each landed and I cried out.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  "Yes, Sir Owww.." I whined out as I tried to press myself closer to the corner, wishing it would swallow me up. 

I couldn't stop sniffling, which is odd for me, even when I am crying so I asked, "May I please blow my nose, Sir?" As soon as the words left my lips, I bit my bottom lip and prayed he wouldn't punish me for addressing him without permission. "Go." He said. I turned from the corner and almost walked right into his commanding frame as he stood immediately behind me, one of our waxed, maple paddles in his hand.

I quickly returned from the bathroom and saw Professor had drawn back the curtains and had placed a chair in front of the window. "Over, now." He instructed. I bent over the back of the chair as instructed, placing my palms flat on the cushion. My heart jerked up into my throat as I raised my face and upon glancing out the window, saw that we were facing the pool and several people enjoying this warm, summer afternoon were now able to look right up into our room and see me in position to be punished. Though the thought is embarrassing and in the beginning of our relationship, I may have argued or even resisted this exposure during, the only thing that matters to me when I am in trouble is pleasing Professor. I stood there frozen in place, glancing up occasionally to see how many of the swimmers were taking advantage of this free discipline matinee, and though it was embarrassing to know several peoples' attention had been drawn to my predicament, I did not move. I thought through the amazing transformation of a girl who 6 months ago would have fought this idea tooth & now, the girl who would willingly comply remain in position, waiting to be punished even with an audience of sunbathing onlookers. The embarrassment began to fade and was replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride. I was proud of myself for not only obeying but willingly submitting to my Dominant, regardless of who saw me. Professor could correct me in an auditorium filled with hundreds of people and my only concern would be to please him and earn my way back into his good graces. As I said earlier in this post, Professor has mastered the art of mindfucking and I am simply putty in his strong hands now and I really *love* it.

SWAT!  A very heavy ribbon bit into my upper thighs. I rose up onto my tip toes as I absorbed the swat and fought to remain still. The intense and heavy bite subsided into a deep thuddy pain. I gasped and threw my head back but choked down the cries. "I told you that based on the advice of your cardiologist, you were no longer allowed to drink 5 Hour Energy. Didn't I, Natalie Lynn?" He scolded and asked.  SWAT!   Another unforgiving stripe fell across my bottom. I sucked in air and quickly squealed out my reply, "Yes, Sirrrrr."   SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!   Three fell immediately after one another and I again danced on my tippy toes and tried hard to remain in position. I raised my head again to draw in a baited breath and my eyes focused on our new audience below, watching me get my bared bottom & thighs soundly strapped. Of the three people that were intently watching, I saw a mix of amusement and perhaps confusion, but they couldn't tear themselves away from this show.  SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!  Several more swats found their mark and I whimpered again, unable to control my vocal reactions to this strap. I had not seen it, but I knew from the weight, sting and barely detectable sound that Professor was using our heavy, rubber punishment strap for this lesson. "Now, tell me Natalie Lynn, when I told you that you were no longer allowed to consume these energy shots, did I say that you could choose to drink one every once in a while? Did I at all indicate that there would be an exception to this ban?" He asked as he applied another round of heavy swats to my thighs.  SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!  I teetered back and forth, shifting my weight from one leg to the other in a last ditch attempt to escape the stinging swats. "No, Sir. I'm so sorry. I didn't do it to intentionally disobey you, Sir....I swear I didn't. It wont happen again." I promised as I sobbed onto the cushion of the chair I was draped over. Professor's right hand tucked a loose tendril of my flowing hair back behind my ear, grazing my cheek and causing me to instinctively lean into his touch, my eyes closing as I forgot the tender state of my punished bottom. He knelt down beside the chair, and laid the evil strap across his thighs. His right hand slid from the nape of my neck, entangling in my hair as he softly stroked my head and spoke as I opened my eyes to look into his. "I know that you didn't do it on purpose. I know it was a new rule and you were just in the habit of drinking them, so you didn't even think about it until after you had drank it and then you immediately told me. When you break a rule, you are punished, Natalie Lynn. You confess to me and I spank you for it because that is how we work. I know this wasn't intentional disobedience, so I am done spanking you for it. Now you have a reason to remember not to do it again. If you break this rule in the future, you will not get off this easily. Got it?" His eyes narrowed at me and I saw the dark flash of determination in them that I have come to love and hate. I meekly uttered a, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." His face softened briefly in acceptance of my gratitude but as he rose to his feet, again his jaw clenched and his face returned to the grim, unwavering, resolved look of an agitated disciplinarian on a mission of bratty bottom destruction.

Seeing the transformation in Professor's facial expressions is almost intoxicating for me when in scene. That determined glare both knots my stomach, with dread and even a hint of fear, and also quickens my heart beat with anxious anticipation. I am drawn to his overwhelming dominance and it pulls hard at my submissive core. Knowing what an amazingly caring man he is also makes me crave his inner-sadist. I am transfixed and left breathless when I can watch the transformation in his body language, his tone of voice, his facial expressions as he morphs from a kind, friendly, loving man with a great sense of humor to the dark, demanding, unwaveringly determined Dominant wielding an implement and intent on pushing the limits of his girl. Watching this is sex for the brain.......again, the man is a world-class mindfuck. 

"Come over here and sit." He called to me. I stood from where I'd been bending over the chair and walked over to where he stood, patting the solid wooden top of the dresser. I sighed audibly, knowing when he makes me sit on the wood mid-spanking that it is hard for me to concentrate on answering his questions because my focus is typically the soreness of my bottom against that hard surface. I slowly sat on the dresser and pressed my hands firmly onto it to help shift the weight to my arms, rather than my poor bottom. Professor sat down again at the table and picked up the list. "Next lesson is the second repeat lesson of the day. You didn't take your medication. Why?" He sat the page down and rested his chin atop him fingers, perched up like a steeple. I tried to pout through my eyes and hoped he would take it easy on me with this issue. "I just forgot to get it refilled before it ran out. When I remembered, it was 3 days late but I hurried to the pharmacy to get it. But then I got easily distracted with everything else and didn't end up taking it until my brother pointed it out to me, Sir. By then I had been without it for 17 days. I'm so sorry." I explained. He sighed and scolded me about the importance of my medication, asked questions about the condition, lectured about my needing to take medical advice and not treat myself. Then he asked, "I have spanked you for this before, Natalie Lynn so I guess I didn't spank you hard enough.....but didn't your husband also spank you for this?" I swallowed hard and answered softly, "Yes Sir, he spanked me for it many times because he saw what could happen if I didn't take it and he insisted that since I've had this condition my entire life then I can't just forget about it. It was probably one of the most serious issues that he punished me for and usually got me the most severe punishments." Professor listened to my answer and I could see him contemplating.....though what he was contemplating, I could only guess. I offered a quiet, "I'm sorry, Sir." He looked into my eyes for a moment before replying, "Uh huh." I knew there was no excuse good enough to justify this offense and I knew he had been serious the first time he spanked me for this when he told me if he ever had to repeat this lesson then he would make me a *very* sorry girl. There was nothing more that needed to be said and I knew that. After apologizing, I lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my submission to him and quietly waited to find out what the consequences would be. 

"I told you before not to make me repeat this lesson to you, Natalie Lynn. I know you're sorry and I know you understand how serious this is and what could happen if you don't take it. I also believe you when you say it wasn't on purpose and you will take steps to set reminders to insure it never happens again. BUT, it DID happen for 17 days and for that, you will be well you will be punished for making me repeat myself to you again. Go stack pillows on the bed and lay over them....this one is serious, young lady.....and I have to whip you for this....HARD. Understand?" He instructed. His words made my heart sink but I slowly got up off of the dresser and obeyed his orders. "Yes, Sir." I answered as I placed 3 pillows in the middle of a bed. I went to grab the fourth and he spoke again, "Put that pillow at the top of the bed for you to hold onto or scream into, you're going to need it." I laid the pillow at the top of the bed and slowly climbed over the stack, elevating my sore bottom, as new tears began to fill my eyes and my mind panicked at his ominous words. He has not ever said this to me, so I knew this would be a hard punishment, I just hoped he wouldn't use the looped rubber strap. As I laid still on the bed, I felt Professors' fingertips slide in between my skin and the waistband of my panties. He slowly slid them down to my knees, leaving them bunched up with my jeans. 

I gripped the pillow in a death grip as hard swats began descending, leaving hot red stripes in their wake. My bottom and thighs felt as if they were on fire. Professor had chosen to use our heavy, leather, double-sided strap for this lesson.....which told me how serious this offense was. Our looped rubber strap is reserved for the most serious of offenses, but this heavy, leather, double-sided strap is right behind the looped one and used for only serious offenses when a much more severe punishment is needed.   SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK   Professors' warning to me about needing the pillow to hold was dead on.....I needed it alright. I held it so tightly that my knuckles were white. I didn't scream, but I did sob into the pillow as he continued to whip me with that strap.   SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK   Professor moved from one side of the bed to the other, applying dozens of hard, deliberate swats with substantial force. Each time a swat bit into my thighs, I would cry out and kick my legs.   SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK   After another round of punishing swats had found their mark, Professor stopped and laid the strap by my face and walked away. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. My head shot up and I stared at the strap, wondering to myself silently if I should try to hide it. I returned my face to the pillow as I heard him turn on the sink water. I froze still and waited, silently crying into the pillow, and hoping he wouldn't wet my bottom. He has strapped me on a wet bottom for making him repeat himself about my speeding and it hurt like crazy. My mind was drowning in panic, wondering if that was what he was going to do to me today for this lesson. I felt his eyes on me as he approached the bed and picked up the strap. I held my breath and waited.   SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK   I kicked my legs and buried my face in the pillow to muffle my cries as he strapped me fast and harder than he initially had been. I was thankful that he hadn't wet my bottom, but the whipping with this strap hurt regardless and made me a *very* sorry little girl with a *very* sore bare bottom.

"Look up at me." Professor's voice pulled me from the pillow. I tilted my head to the side to see Professor had pulled a chair to the side of the bed and was sitting in it, the strap resting on his thigh as he looked down at me. I laid my head on the backs of my arms and glanced up at him through puffy eyes and disheveled hair. "Am I going to have to repeat myself to you again on this issue?" He asked. I sniffled and shook my head as I answered quietly, "No, Sir." He smiled softly, accepting that I had taken this lesson to heart before moving on to the final lesson of the day.

As I said, I can not be too specific or detailed about this offense. I can say that I made a poor choice in an attempt to help a friend but I continued to make that poor choice for a couple months, not mentioning it to Professor, and it ended up helping no one, but causing some serious issues. It could have been much worse than it was, thank God, and I could have had some serious repercussions but thankfully I avoided them. I did, however, not escape punishment from Professor for my part in this. And I honestly did deserve to be punished for this. 

Professor kept me laying on the bed with my bruised bottom propped up by pillows and he sat in the chair next to me as we discussed this incident in detail for about 10 minutes. He asked questions and allowed me to express my thoughts and feelings about what I did and then he pointed out where I was wrong and what I could have done differently. We discussed how I would address similar situations in the future. I laid this entire time, my head resting on the backs of my arms as we talked. As the conversation drew to a close, Professor said, "Your intentions were good, Natalie and I can see why you made the decision that you did. But, it was the wrong choice and you know that knew it after the first few times you did it, but you chose to keep doing it anyway and you risked a lot by continuing to do it. So, I have to punish you for this. Clear?" I nodded my head, I knew he was right. "Yes, Sir. But can you please not use that strap, please use something else.....anything else.....I'm so sore, Sir." I realized my mistake as soon as I had said it, but it was too late by then. Professor was rising to his feet and I quickly buried my face into the pillow after squealing out, "I'm sorry Sir.....pleaseee...."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK  He immediately strapped my aching bottom and thighs multiple times as my flailing legs beat out my protest into the bed and the new tears began spilling from my eyes onto the pillow. "It is NOT your place to suggest or negotiate punishments or implements with me, little girl. Is it?" He barked. "No, Sir." I softly answered between sobs and sniffles. "Get up." He instructed. I slowly slid off of the bed, keeping my eyes locked on the floor, the tone of his voice causing tears to escape my eyes. I had to be punished several times at our last session for trying to maintain control during my punishment and I tried so hard not to do it today....I know Professor *hates* it when I do it and I hate it just as much. 

Professor sat in the chair in the middle of the room and gestured for me to stand on his left side. I stood quietly beside him and then laid across his lap when he instructed me to do so. "Your intentions were altruistic but you made a poor choice.....over and over again, even after you knew it wasn't right and knew what you were risking. For that, I am punishing you. Clear?" He asked. I shook my head and whispered back at him, "Yes, Sir." He said nothing else, he didn't have to, he was conveying this lesson by spanking my bottom and giving me time to reflect over his knee on how much I risked, as his strong hand drove the lesson home.  WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK    Professor spanked hard with his large, left hand. He would swat slowly and then rapidly causing me to wiggle and cross my ankles to keep from kicking my feet. My bottom was so sore by this time that even the lightest touch, seemed horrible. After several dozen punishing swats, he ran his hand up and down each cheek....softly caressing the hot skin.....only to start spanking again.  WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK  WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK   I was lying over his knee for probably ten minutes or so. I would whimper and cry out when he picked up the pace and spanked quickly, connecting with the same sore spot several times in a row before finally turning his attention to another spot and punishing it equally as well. I fought to stay still and not kick every time he spanked rapidly.....and I would try to slow my breathing when he spanked slower.   WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK   Professor's hands were made to spank a naughty girls bottom. They are large and strong......several times he has landed punishing swats with only his hand that can sting more than my hairbrush. He also is incredibly skilled at mixing up the swats and alternating between harsh smacks and light touches. When he traces his fingertips over my aching, sore skin mid-spanking, it causes a new wave of stinging but the combination of hard swats mixed with gentle caresses immediately sends me into subspace.   WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK     When he finally stopped spanking, I was breathless. I just laid draped over his lap for several minutes as he traced the welts from the strap and admired his handiwork. I hadn't yet seen my bottom but I knew he had done a thorough job. Every time I moved, no matter how slightly, my sore skin stretched tight and ached. 

"I want you to go lay back on the bed, over the pillows." His voice pulled me back from my free fall through subspace. "Yes, Sir." I whispered as I crawled off of his lap, with his help. My mind wondered and worried.....I had thought my punishment was over, but if he was having me return to the bed and prop my bottom up again then perhaps it wasn't over after all. I was so incredibly sore. I can take quite a spanking, but I wasn't sure how much more punishment my poor bottom could take. This spanking had been tough to get through. The majority of the time, I am spanked over Professor's knee with his hand for quite a while before implements are used and though his hands are strong and can deliver a serious spanking all on their own, it usually helps to warm me up and prepare my skin for the implements to come. This spanking had been hard from the very first swat and began with no warm up at all before that awful bath brush began paddling me mercilessly. I've never really described a 'warm up' because even Professor's hand can make me a sorry girl if he is spanking hard, so unlike many girls I know, I don't ever get started off with soft, playful swats. Every swat I am given during punishment, is just that.....punishing. My disciplinarian knows how to spank a naughty girl.....thoroughly. 

I slowly crawled back up onto the bed and draped myself, obediently, across the pillows again. Professor pulled a chair against the bed again and sat down next to me. He sat there and talked to me about work, the project he was taking a break from to come see me, his upcoming vacation,etc. We discussed issues I am having with my son, my move to be closer to him, school, work, etc. We always talk after a session, and I love doing that because it continues to build our relationship and strengthen our connection with one another. I am able to trust Professor because of how connected I feel to him. He helps me with far more than my discipline. I was very pleased today when he vented some of his work-related frustrations to me.....I know that probably sounds crazy, but it was actually really nice and made me very happy. Professor helps me with issues in my life all the time, he gives me advice and he listens to me vent a it was really nice to be able to listen to him and give him an outlet for his venting and frustrations as well. I always worry that I am getting far more out of our relationship than he I am always happy to feel as if I am giving something to him as well. It pleases me to please him.....even if it is simply listening to him talk......which by the way, I would be happy listening to this man talk all day His voice is amazingly cathartic for me. I have downloaded several of his lectures on various subjects just to listen to him speak when I am driving or having a bad day or whatever. I think I have said it before, but I'll say it again, Professor is my own distorted version of therapy. :) That is meant as a So we spent about a half hour together just talking and laughing......and the entire time my head rested on the backs of my arms as I lay on the bed, my bottom elevated by the stack of pillows. To a lot of people, this would sound so strange and they wouldn't be able to do it.......I mean typically when we talk after a spanking, I have pulled my jeans back up and am sitting across a table from Professor. But today was different and I absolutely loved it. In fact, it has now climbed its way into my favorites :)

FAVORITE SCOLDING POSITION: Kneeling quietly & submissively in front of Professor
FAVORITE POST-SPANKING TALKING POSITION: Draped over pillows on the bed, pants at my knees with Professor sitting next to me 

Two repeat lessons today and two new ones. A contrite and properly punished naughty girl with a new clean slate feeling extremely connected to her Professor. A wonderful Disciplinarian heading off on a 3 week long family vacation a little less stressed now and confident that upon his return, he will owe his red-headed brat of a daughter a good girl spanking and receive a naughty-less report of her behavior in his absence. :) 


  1. I was trying to figure out why sending texts is so seductive to you, but doesn't appeal to me at all. DUH! (That's for me, not you.) There has never been a time in your life when cell phones did not exist. You grew up knowing that communication could be instantaneous from almost any place on the planet to almost any other; at least, any place you were likely to be or go to. I see a person walking down the street who appears to be talking to himself, and I have to remind myself that it is more likely that he's using a bluetooth mobile phone than responding to internal stimuli. I love modern technology; I use much of it, but it just isn't something that is second nature to me as it is to you.

  2. LOL....I still prefer to think that most people are talking to themselves, rather than using a makes my life more entertaining. :) Yes, I have always had instant connectivity so delaying that instant gratification is so difficult when the immediate responses are so tempting.....but I think I would rather wait a few minutes to reply to a text than have to make Professor repeat this lesson again.....any time I make him repeat a lesson, it just gets more serious and severe each subsequent time.....and this texting one was repeats.....I hope.