She
was unaware of the fact that many a sheltered and to say the least, spoiled,
young women such as herself desired to be punished for their misdeeds and down
right disobedience. Even though she was 18
LeAnne still felt her parents were getting rid of her by sending her off to a
college that was well away from home.
That wasn't how they felt at all.
Her mother was an illuminist of the college and a former occupant of The
Quarter House. She knew better than
LeAnne that her stay there would be just what she needed. LeAnne had great potential in life but she
lacked discipline. Both self discipline
and the discipline needed for one's own actions. She hadn't a clue that her mother was
disciplined by her father through regular spankings but that was indeed
something she had been lacking and greatly needed from that day forward.
Without
warning or indication Mr. Edwards placed his left hand on the small of her
back. It startled her slightly but she
keep her hands where they were. The
sensation of a man's large and callused hand touching her skin was almost
beyond words. Even more exciting was
that fact she had just met this man and already and here she had bared herself
to him.
From the small of her back Mr. Edwards' hand
nudged to her right hip. The sensation
on her exposed skin was so intense she almost didn't care what was going to
happen next. Suddenly, like a gust of
window coming through an open window causing the drapes to flutter about, the
thought came to her that he might be using something other than his hand. She had to admit to herself that whatever was
used was a long time coming.
Just
as the thought occurred to LeAnne that maybe she could get out of the dilemma
she was in Mr. Edwards wrapped his left arm firmly around her waist as he
raised his right hand to let down a firm smack to her naked behind. It actually wasn't at all what she
expected. LeAnne envisioned her bottom
burning from the first smack to the last and instead his first smack seemed to
be done in such a way that he was more or less just marking his territory. Then a smack to her other check with the same
intensity.
As
another came down and then another LeAnne began telling herself that this
wasn't so bad at all. Little did she
know Mr. Edwards was simply warming up her soft white orbs so they could take a
much sounder chastisement than she contemplated. Mr.
Edwards had said little as he delivered blows to LeAnne's flesh and without
warning, once again, he stopped, let go of her waist, backed up and told her to
remove her jeans completely.
Her
bottom was warm but it remarkably didn't hurt.
LeAnne began telling herself she could do this. She, of course, couldn't see that her bottom
was turning a nice shade of pink as she stood there naked from the waist down. As she stepped back she noticed a chair next
to a mirror on the floor that was leaning against the wall. Her mind was racing as she began pondering
what was next. Actually, she knew pretty
well what was next. She just didn't want
to admit it to herself.
Mr.
Edwards, without saying a word, simply sat down in the chair and then with his
right hand gave a few pats on his right thigh for LeAnne to assume a new position. LeAnne gave a surprised look coupled with a
naughty girl pout and voluntarily placed herself across his lap. He placed is right hand on her right bare
cheek and with his left he pointed to the mirror. Then he instructed LeAnne to straight ahead
at the mirror and not to take her eyes off of it. He wanted her first spanking at Quarter House
to be memorable and it would be. She
would have the sensation of pain coming from her naked bottom and the memory of
watching herself receiving that pain would never leave her mind.
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