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(from: anonymous) Being Neighborly

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This is a true story:

I have been in my apartment for about three month before a 23 year old woman moved in from out of town. She was a red headed Irish girl, fairly petite but only about 5’3 tall. I was 6′ and in great shape myself because I was a personal training and nutritional counselor at the local gym after finished college degree as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and got a job at the local hospital as nurse. At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three day off or something like that. Than we started having tea together, I didn’t drink and neither did she. Other times we took turns paying for delivery or cooking. We had committed to to be just friends. Best friend to be specific. Its been about a year and were got pretty close as friends but nothing more.

We were pretty opposite in a lot of thing. She very anal about everything and at time seem to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry, she was a prideful and very self-reliant, in fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good. Never asked anymore for help but willing to help others. She seemed very controlling. This of course was a big turn off for me. Which is why I was ok with just being good friends. I help her get a membership at the gym I worked at. We had a routine of having dinner or enjoying a movie at either her place or mine at least once a week sometimes twice. Something we just went out and had coffee. In past year she had a boyfriend but broke up with him after 4 mounts. We were pretty close but not romantically involved. More like a special brother and sister at heart.

One day we decided to order Chinese delivery at my place when I got off. When I got home, I called her and told her I was ready for her to come over. We decided to ha e some tea as we waited for the delivery came.

“Mike, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, what do you want to know?”
“Did you ever get a spanking when you were a kid?”
“Ahh, yeah of course, I got a good hiding when I needed it.”
“Hiding? Is that what they called it, ah?”
“Yup, we got it good but we ever did the same thing again, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, we got them too.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I want to ask for your help but I’m not sure how you ‘ll take it.”
“Well, if I can help, I’d be happy help. What is it?”
“Well, its like a dam, sort of. Imagine a dam holding back an entire lake and the waters are pressing against the wall of the dam. You want that dam to burst and release all the pressure but you can’t do it yourself. Now if you knew for certain, there was a way to alleviate that pressure and let the water flow and couldn’t do yourself and knew someone else could, wouldn’t you ask for help. Especially if you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would benefit and help you?”
“Well, yeah, if I needed help, I asked for it. So what you getting at Lori?”
“Well, you see, pretend that the water are feelings that are trapped behind that dam. And the dam is a tenaciously over protective nature that’s made of walls that doesn’t come down very easily. Its holding back the all the feeling and that its just building and building up worse and worse. The only way to break through the outside of the dam is chip away at it until it crumbles. You know what I mean?”

I was quite sure where she was going but I got more curious but I really wasn’t getting it.

“Yeah, I can understand that, so you want to break a dam that you build or rebuild one?”
“No silly, I need help breaking it down. Would you help me?”
“Help you, how? You said that the water are feeling, right?”
“Yeah, you see, I’m not a nice person sometimes, and I can be overly controlling and bitchy at times. I get over confident at times and start treating other badly. At times it feels good and I blame them but then I get all this guilt about what I did. I sometimes need to be taken down a notch in life. Sometimes, I have to have a good cry. It can be very cathartic you know. I learned in nursing school that some type of deep tears releases toxins, pent-up emotions, and easing stress. Crying that is authentic and mortal is a means of helping ourselves release stress and simply feel better. Crying is the body’s reaction to something external. It’s a beautiful thing. On top of that is. . .”
Ok, she was missing me, it sound like she was building a case for a jury or something. I just had to interrupt her.
“Ok, ok, I get it, crying is good for us, I don’t know all that medical stuff but I get it. So what does that have to me. What does that have to with this dam inside you, isn’t that what you referring too, right?”
She got a little quiet, I wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand on hers. I just wanted to fix it.
“Mike, like I said, I can be bitchy, and sometimes I’m not nice. This comes from a swell of emotions that are all dammed up inside. The dam is made of strong stones of pride and unwillingness to let myself be venerable to others. See, I’ve been here before and a roommate of mine help before but she lives somewhere else. I’ve made a lot of friends since I moved here but none of them, even some of girlfriends aren’t as close to me as you. So, as uncomfortable as it, inside, I am going to try to trust you. But I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy.”

We’ll, really was curious at this point. Still didn’t know where she was going with all this.

“So, how did you ex-roommate help you and how can I help you?”
“Well, after good hard cathartic sob, I felt so centered, focused and I felt better about myself and started treating other better too. I just needed to have that release. That dam was removed so that I don’t feel so bottled up inside. You understand that, right?”
“Of course but what does all this mean, how I help?”
Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Ok, here we go! I know your going to think I’m crazy. . .”
Getting confused and a little frustrated as she seemed to be beating around a bush.
“Lori, what, what can I do to help?”
“ok, ok, I need you to help me cry!”
“Help you cry?”
“That right, and I don’t mean a few tears, I mean help me break that dam inside me and let it all out. I meaning sobbing. So I can have that release and cry until I am completely drained emotionally. Also, I need you to be there and let me cry while holding until I regain my composure. This is a intimate position though for me. Because, I have trust issues and I know I have trust someone and you’re my closest friend I have here. I know it may sound crazy but I going to go crazy if I don’t. You are also the most mature person I know who I am willing to trust help me.”

I couldn’t believe what she saying. She wanted me to help her cry. Wasn’t sure how I could, I mean, I had no idea where she was going and what she was going to propose How would be able to help her.

“So, how could I help you cry? I mean how did your ex-roommate help you. What did she say or do to help you cry that deeply?”
“Well, I needed someone I could trust explicitly. Someone, who I believe wouldn’t try to take advantage of me and that venerable position. I would trust you if you would be willing to help me and. . .”
“Ok, ok, Lori, how do you propose I help you cry and how did you friend help you a few years ago?”
“S. . .sh. . . She, well, I mean, I asked her to hmmm. . .I let her. . .”
Now, I was getting frustrated with her hesitation.
“Lori!”
“Ok, I asked her to give me a good spanking.”
“A spanking, you have kind of a kinky side to you, don’t you?”
“No, not like that, I mean, I hate spanking especially ones like that. But I do know the befits that come afterwards. Its hurts like hell, and I had bruises and blisters for a few days. But I was so centered and complete release from the flood emotions that was bottled up as I cried it all out. Crying is a release, a way to purge negative emotions that are bottled up and vomited upon others. Sometimes you just need a good blistering to take you down a notch in life. I know what I’m say maybe strange or extreme but, Tracy helped me before so I know its what I need. Would you be willing to help me?”

I sat back in my chair in shock. She wanted me to spank her to tears. I’ve never spanked anymore before. I wasn’t into hurting women. On the other side, I felt a little aroused by the idea. I was in conflict. But now she got my attention.

“So what are talking about here, a few good swats to get you to crying? I mean what do you mean when you say a good blistering?”
“I know its sound stupid but, just what it supposed to be, a old fashion spanking until I am crying and bawling. Despite what I say at the time, going past my resistance and the walls that are holding back and pushing through until I am sobbing. See sometimes pain is good. That dam is holding back a flood of emotions and tears and a lot of regret. The dam is built with resistance and pride needs to chipped away at or spanked until it come down. Can you understand?”
“Wow, well, I guess, I’m going to have to more before I agree to help you. What do you mean someone not taking advantage of you?”
“Mike, I’m not looking for some sexy weird thing here. I know a lot of guys would turn it into that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m not interested in some role play fantasy either. It’s just about me. I’ve known you ever since I moved here and you’re are very trustworthy and mature. I’m willing to submit to something that’s going to put me in a very vulnerable position and allow myself to be emotionally exposed. I need someone mature enough to be there for me not try having sex or anything else. Do you think you can manage that?”
“Ok, let’s say, I do help and of course not take advantage of you, which, I would never do. How did your friend get you to that point. . .and. . ”
“Before, I answer you are really willing to help me for my sake or just getting turned on by the idea of giving me a whoopin?”
“I am thinking about it and yes to try to help you, but I need some information, so I know what to expect and exactly what are you expecting from me.
“Oh, Mike, I knew I could trust you. I know it’s strange but you have no idea how much this really means to me. But I have your promise, no turning into anything else, especially when I at that point of cathartically crying, right?”
I leaned forward and put my hand on hers, “I promise you Lori, I wouldn’t touch you in any way that you don’t approve of, but I’m going to need to clarify a lot things before we decide anything.”
“Mike, you see, now I know what I’m proposing may sound unpleasantly severe but I’ve been through this before and I know how much it helps. It puts me in a place to release some of the emotional baggage that weighs me down, clouds my vision, and makes be bitchy, its hurts me even more so than the pain of a hard spanking. It will break through my pride and natural stubborn nature and bring back down to reality.”

She made her case and was now starting to ramble, like all girls she tends to over to it, as if I don’t get. I was starting to feel she was starting to nag her case. I had to interrupted her.

“Lori, Lori, ok, ok I get it, you don’t need to keep on. Maybe you need to take a deep breath, slow down and let’s take this one step at a time. I willing to help you but we really need to talk this out first, ok!”
She stopped, exhaled and said, “Ok, but you don’t feel I’m crazy do you?”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Lori, and I’m convinced that your serious. But I just want to make everything clear, ok?”
“Alright”
“Now, tell me, what exactly what this point of car. .cath. ” I could announce it but she finished it.
“cathartic crying?”
“Yes, what exactly is it and how did you get to that point before?”
“Ok, I subconsciously am very resistant to allowing myself to let go and cry to the point of emotional release. I meaning sobbing out all my feeling. This type of sobbing can be very cleansing. It releases chemicals in our brain and refreshes our outlook on life and calms us. At this point, we are pouring my heart out in tears and weeping. It’s very therapeutic for us. For some reason, I don’t allow myself to do this on my own. I have deep emotional blocks most of the time a good hard spanking creates a catalyst break down barriers. It’s not just any spanking. I have a high pain tolerance and stubborn will subconsciously. So, I’m talking about a spanking that brings me to my pain threshold. To that point where my brain, my emotions and my will are in conflict. I’m fighting with the pain and pushed to the point I am finally past that.”
“You taking about the point between consciously and subconsciously giving in and allowing your to accept what’s happening.”
“Exactly, that moment of still trying to fight with distress caused by pain and allowing myself to let go. See, pain isn’t always a bad thing. You know that that kind of pain that can be extreme but once I’m at that point, I have to be forced to be pushed past that and beyond to where I’m crying from the pain and into cathartic crying. Then, I’m at that point letting go and that dam bursts and all those emotions are being released into crying, sobbing and bawling. Do you understand?”

I got it that time, man, I starting to think that she needs some help, but then I realize she is asking for help but I didn’t like the idea of forcing her to do anything.

“”Ok, but I don’t like the idea of forcing you to endure anything. If I decide to give you want you want, I’m not going to fight with you physically force in place.”
“Well, first, you won’t be forcing me to push past that, the pain and psychological duress of the spanking will. Its stress between pain and surrender. I can’t consciousness push myself past that, I need someone else to help me push myself past the point of no return. Physically, I am wanting to stop and I’ll be at the point to need the pain to stop. Yes, the pain is incredible and I’m at the point that I can’t take anymore, I’m fighting the pain and consciously I don’t want it to continue; subconsciously I need to be pushed past it until I’m crying and not screaming, which I will be. You need to make it so intense that, that choice is removed from me to the point of no return. Until I’m bawling and sobbing, you know what I mean, a real spanking, like what we got when we younger but an adult equivalent. Does that make sense?”
“Lori, I’ve been there when I got lickings when I was younger. What happens when you naturally and instinctive start resisting, kicking, covering, fussing for me to stop, etc You’re going to tell me you’re not going to be doing that?”
“No, in fact, I know I will, but that’s where you come in. I need you to ignore all my fussing and carrying on until I get to get to that point. If fact that’s when you to turn up the intensity and push me all the way over the edge and then some. You know what I mean?”
“Wait, wait a minute, now you’re talking about a situation that isn’t consensual. At that point when you fussing and carrying as you put it and the second you are asking me to stop, I can’t just ignore you, because than it wouldn’t be something that you aren’t consenting too. That puts me in a very precarious position and that could go wrong on so many levels.”

I couldn’t believe how nonchalantly she talking about it. There was no fear, no trepidation. I always knew she was very type A personality and to controlling but now she was talking about giving up that control.

“Mike, I understand, but you could say that I am willingly consenting to place myself into a nonconsensual position. I too have experience this when I was younger and a few years ago when Tracy helped me. I was sobbing and bawling for at least a good hour after the spanking and you know what, I was not only grateful to her, we became a lot closer, she’s like a sister to me now. A lot of bounding happens. Sure, I had a bruises, blisters and some welts for a few days but they healed just fine. However, I was a lot more centered and focused. I made my way through nursing school with straight A’s, in fact I was the top of my class. I was treating others with more respect and more patience too. It was just what I needed and exactly what I need now.”
“Welts, blister and bruises?”
“Yeah, we tried with just her hand at first but it wasn’t getting very far. We talk and few days later when the opportunity arose, she used a belt and it worked.”
“So, you want me to beat your ass senselessly, like a real old fashion whoopin?”
She softly said, “Well, yes and no! I want to know that you’re in the right state of mind, calm cool and collective. And, yes, I want you to give me a real honest to goodness ass whoopin until all the fight and flight is over and to the point that I am absolutely surrendering to it. To the point of tears and beyond to crying really hard. Then, it’s up to me and the dam is broke and the real flood is released. That’s what I’m asking for, and yes, I’m consenting for you to push me past my fussing and carrying on to the point of real bawling. But only if you think you can to do it for me and not turn it into some kinky turn on or pleasure that you think I’m going have from it. And only if believe you can do it with turning in a prelude to anything sexual. This is about me and my emotional turmoil not about sex. To be truthful, I’m going to absolutely hate it. I might start to pleading you to stop, but I need you to man up and ignored that at the time. Not mercilessly beating me, but intentionally spanking me to help me. To take me down a notch in life. Mike you are my closest friend here, and I’m taking a great risk trusting you. In fact, you’re only guy I ever trusted, you’re the only one here, even among my girlfriends, I felt is mature enough that I could trust to help me. I believe you are mature enough to handle it and I am choose you to be trusted with my deepest secrete. I expect you to keep it between us too. On top. . .”

She was rambling again, and I think I finally got, she just needs emotional release. But I couldn’t handle her rambling. I really respected her a lot for trusting me. I felt honored that she wanted me to help her. I respect the the fact she knows what she needs. After all, while it may be any another guys dream come true, I wasn’t really into that. But I realize now that she’s wasn’t really kinky but understanding inside her she need some help. Putting my hand on hers hand to softly interrupt her. . .

“Lori, ok, ok, I’ll help you. We can do this as long as you remember that you’re the one who asked for it, ok?”
She got up and gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you Mike, thank you!”
“I still have a few questions though.”
“Of course, yeah, what are they?”
“You said your friend had to use a belt. Tell me how all that went down. And how many swats are we talking about?”
“Well, as to how many swats, well as many as it takes. I’m not sure. Part of the mindset I have to have going into it is knowing it wasn’t going to stop until I surrendered to it. If I knew there was a certain number of swats, through determination. I would be counting them and just hold back until I reached it and not focusing on allowing myself to give in and let go. That would be counterproductive. You see, knowing that there no set number helps me mentally. It helped me psychology start the process.”
“So has far as you’re concerned, it’s there not going to be a specified number, right?”
“That’s right, knowing that I’m going in it until I surrender is half the mental battle, so I don’t want to know how many it’s going to be. Tracy said afterwards that she didn’t really know either. Does that make sense?”
“Well, I guess it does. Did Tracy, start out with the belt right away?”
“No, she repeated the hand spanking a few day earlier. After that, she used a belt.”
“What position were you in?”
“Well, for the hand spanking I was over her knee, than used the belt, still over her knee. She couldn’t get a full force swing and was only making a mild impact. Remember, I have a high pain tolerance and I was resisting the pain. I was fighting inside and trying to hold back from giving in. I laid down on the bed, I got a lot whacks, somehow she saw I was coming close to my pain threshold. I was at the moment of pain and surrender, fight and giving in. Then she turned up the intensity and started wailing on my backside with full force swings really really hard and eventually something snap inside and I broke and started screaming. It wasn’t long after that I started crying. It still took a quite few more and she continued until I stop resistance to the point I sobbing out of control.”

I still couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do. But I was going to try to help her. I wanted help and I also could help but get turned by the prospect too.

“Ok, you also mentioned about holding you, you want me to stick around after all that?”
“Absolutely, that’s when I’m going to need you the most. I’m going to be needing you to hold me and comfort me while I sob it out. It’s almost like bleeding emotionally. I’m going to very vulnerable. But I need to tell you, the sobbing and crying will come in waves. I’m basically baring my soul and allowing myself to be completely vulnerable and emotionally exposed. I will be feeling a flood of emotions that I won’t even be able to understand. I’ll will be releasing bad feeling and apologizing like crazy. But I don’t need you say a thing, you can’t fix it. All I want you to in that moment is hold me and be there for me. I will be in incredible vulnerable and I absolutely need to know and trust you won’t try anything sexual with me. Like I said, you are the only guy I’ve ever trusted with this, but so please don’t turn a beautiful situation into something sensual. I have to know you’re not going to do that. Can you do that?”
“Absolutely, I promise I will be a perfect gentlemen afterwards.”
“Another thing, before this all happens, I need you to take charge. Be commanding but not condescending. You may have to be assertive with me but I don’t want you to be mean. I will naturally hesitate, flinch in the moment. I maybe be small but I may naturally carry on. I need you to be direct. You can even hold my arms in the back of me or lock my legs while you’re in the process. I’m consenting for you to really take charge. But, you only have consent to touch and hit my backside nothing more. As long as you are don’t try anything else. I’ll do my part to corporate and follow anything you say. Are we in agreement?”
“Lori, I will only touch and beat on your backside, I will not try to compromise your vulnerable position. However, we are talking about a real ass whippin. You sure you won’t be angry with me if I ignore any pleads or fussing to stop. Because, I will if that’s what you really want. You are, as you put it consenting to what will be at the moment a nonconsensual butt beating?”
“I promise I won’t be angry, Mike! And yes, that what I want, expect and need.”
I didn’t want to bring it up and I didn’t want to push it either. I was sure how to ask her but I had to know.
“One last question, Lori, and I have bring this up, especially since I’m a guy, are you going to have any protection? I mean, a real spanking like what you’re asking for is usually. . Hmm. . . I mean. . .when I was a younger I didn’t have. . .hmmm. . . ”
“Mike, you mean I am expecting to have to take my pants down and be bare butt or not?”
“Yeah, that what I mean?”
“Well, Mike I’m trusting you. I am relinquishing control of the most intimate situation. You’re the one that going to in charge then, not me, I’m promising to follow your direction. You’re the one spanking me, I’m the one asking for your help. It only fair that you are the one that makes that decision, you would be the one calling the shot, not me.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. She was and is willing to let me see her bare behind. I found her attractive but I know I was going be turned on by that.

“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Yes, tomorrow you’ll be in charge not me. Oh, if we are successfully, I am going to need a follow up spanking about a week and half later. To reinforce in my psyche to treat other better and to keep me centered afterwards. After that, I won’t need anymore.”
“I’m sorry, you said another one?”
“Yeah, the first one for emotional release and a second one as an reminder in life. That one would be more my way of self-discipline by submitting to a discipline spanking. It’s how my brain works. I don’t expect you to understand but if you don’t feel comfortable with it, I’d understand and. . .”
“Lori, I’m here to help you and if you truly are serious and you need a safe person to give a good whoopin now and then, I want to be there for you. Even though I don’t like the idea of hurting you, I willing to try to help you.”
“Well, you personally won’t be hurting the spanking is what’s going to hurt, but it what I need every few years or so and. . ”

I didn’t want her to start rambling again as her tone suggest.
“Ok, ok, Lori, so when do you want to do this?
“Well, I feel that we both need to sleep on it tonight, I’m off for next two days, can we wait until tomorrow, after you get home?”
“Yeah, we can do that, but be careful what you ask for it could be a pain in the ass you know?” As I give her a little chuckle.

The food arrive and we ate and watched a movie. I went to bed but couldn’t sleep. I just had to let all this sink in. Tomorrow, I’m going to give Lori a real hard bare ass whipping, that she wants. I wasn’t looking forward having to hurt her but she is asking for it. But to see her bare butt and be able to touch turned me a lot. I also started have some anxiety myself. I wasn’t into hitting women but she wanted me to give her a good whoopin. I didn’t know what to think. But I decided that I was going to go through with it if she was. I figured that if she really wanted and need a good spanking, I was going to make sure she got it. After all its the neighborly thing to do and we were good friends and she was trusting my help her.

I had some PTO that I haven’t used and I decided to call tomorrow and stay home. I’ll talk to her about doing this in the late morning. So I texted her. I knew she was still up.

“Hey, I taking some PTO tomorrow and will be free in late morning. Would that be a good time.”
“Oh, wow, yeah, what time?”
“About 10:30-11”
“Ok, just text me when you up and you are ready”
“Ok”

I still couldn’t sleep much. I really did understand everything. My good friend next door who wants me to beat her bare ass really hard. My mind was wondering. I was thinking if she was really serious or was it test. I had a feeling though she was serious.

I woke up, went on a morning jog, got home took a shower and ate some breakfast. I was feeling that anxiety again. I finally decided to text her.
“You up?”
“Yup, you want to come over here or you want me come over there?”
“I’ll be there is a second.”
“Ok”
Our apartments were both on the top floor and our front doors were only a few steps way. I went over and knocked softly. She came to the door. She had more of a softer look than she normally has. She invited me and in and I motioned for us to sit down on the couch.
“Lori, are still willing and asking for my help like we talked about last night?”
She swallowed hard and said,
“Yes, as long as you promise to not take advantage of me or turn it into something that its not?”
“I promise, I won’t Lori, I’m just wanting to help you.”

As I said this I saw her exhaled and her entire disposition relaxed. Her lips started stammering a little.

“So, am I getting it here or your place?”
“Well, first, I have to tell, I have a lot of respect for you. Because as painful as this is going to be, you are strong enough to know exactly what you need and you have the courage to ask for help and submit yourself to it. Now that being said, I have every intention on following through and help you. I’m going to go back to my place, I’m going to leave the door unlocked. You can collect your thoughts, go to the bathroom etc. You can come over when you’re ready. Only come over if you are 100% sure you’re committed to accepting it. You can text me if you want to back out and I won’t think any less of you than I do now. But if come over, you don’t have to knock, just come on in. Once you shut the door, I’m in charge and you can expect to get the spanking that you want. We’ll talk about the rest if and when you come over. You can take as much time as you want. It’s now 11, if I don’t see or hear from you by 1, I will assume you backed out and I will go about my day, ok!”

She nodded to acknowledge what I said. I got up and she did too. I turned to go back to my place when she gently touch my arm. She threw her arms around me gave me a big hug.

“I’m as afraid as you are Mike, but I know I need this, I don’t necessarily want this but I need this, it worked before and I know it will work today. I’ll see you in a few moments. Thank you!”

I went back to place and the anxiety come rushing through me. I was slightly turned on but didn’t know why. I certainly did revile the idea that I was going to have inflicted serious pain to her backside but I was determined to make sure she got what she wanted and asked for. I was feeling butterfly in my stomach and I wasn’t the getting the one getting the whoopin. I wonder what was going through her mind. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on on the couch. I was wearing a clean pair of sweat pants and tee shirt. I was thinking about what I can use beside a belt. Then I saw the solid oak back scratcher my sister got from Germany for me. It was wide enough to have a good flat surface and strong enough that I knew it wouldn’t break. I was thinking that maybe it would sure sting like all get out without the thudiness of a paddle. Being petite like she was, she really didn’t have a big butt. It was muscular enough for her little size. I was thinking I can give a good dose of that after I wear my hand out on her. Than use a belt to finish it. Man look at me, I was thinking about what I could use for the demise of someone else backside. I would’ve never thought I would be thinking about this. I decided to turn on the TV and wait to keep my mind off it. It must have been about 20 minutes or so and then, I heard the door open slowly and a soft voice.

“Mike, are you here?”
“Yeah, I’m back here in the living room!”

I motioned for her sit down.

“Ok Lori, the there’s a few things I want to make clear. First, I will not take advantage of you in any way. Secondly, there only one thing I’m going to tell you. When I got a whoopin, it was my entire backside, butt and upper thighs were all targets. You should expect the same. Thirdly, I don’t think and will not think anything less of you when you cry. You don’t have to be afraid of letting your guard down. And, I only have one question for you. How do I determined when stop, how did Tracy make that decision?”
She swallowed hard, made direct eye contact and said, “That wouldn’t be my decision, it would be yours.”
“Ok, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s see of we can break down a dam shall we.”

I got up and waved my hand towards the dining room where the table and chairs were. She got up and slowly walk in front of me. I actually looked at her cute little backside. I turned a chair around and sat down.

“Alright Lori, I want you to go into my room and get both large head pillows and come back.”
She froze for a second and meekly said,
“Yes sir,”

Then to slowly walk toward my room. Wow she gave me a “yes sir” that was just about the most respectful thing, I ever heard her say to anyone in that tone of voice. I just couldn’t believe what I heard. In a little over a year knowing her, she’d always been pretty abrasive and direct with others. She returned with the pillows. I took one and put it on my lap. Then told her, “Take the other one and put on the couch in the living room and come back.”

With a confused look, she said, “Ok” and did what I told her. She came back and stood at my side with her hands behind her. Only 5’3 we almost were eye and I was sitting down. I gently took her right arm until I had a hold of her wrist out from behind her but didn’t pull.

“Lori, we will never be in the bedroom. We’re going to stay out here so that there no confusion and misinterpretation. Now, get over my knee, stay in place and hang on.”

She didn’t say anything, she bent over and I adjusted her in such a way that she was laying almost flat with her backside in front of me. I moved my legs a little further apart to stabilize her. Placing my hand on her butt she twitched for a second.

“Ok, here we go!”

I started smacking her upper thighs on both legs over and over. I put a certain amount of force and got only a few “ohhh’s” out of her. Then I picked up strength, I wasn’t over quickly only about one per second.
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I was really starting to hit pretty hard now and only hitting her upper thighs and sit spot, alternatively smacking each leg. She was wiggling some when I picked up the pace some hitting her faster and faster.
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I know she was feeling it now because I was getting more of a reaction from from her. I was now hitting pretty fast and hard now. With a few more “ohhh’s” and she was starting to wiggle more and more. This went on for about a good solid minute and a half to two minutes. My hand started to hurt as it hit the ridges of her jean pockets a few times. I stop and told her to get up. I help her up and she started rubbing backside.
“Ouchhhh, that smarted”

Now I hesitated and watched her as she was rubbing. But now I had to turn it up a notch as she would say. I was definitely more confident about the situation. I softly pop the side of her leg.

“Well, not as much as it going to smart. Ok, now I want to pull your jeans down. Just to your knees and only your jeans.”

She froze for a second stopped rubbing and just looked at me.
“Come on, you knew this was going to happen and don’t try to tell me otherwise. Now come on take them down.”
She let out a deep breath she said, “Ohhhh, I hate this part,” as she moved her hand over her belt buckle. I was starting to get aroused as she pulled the buckle loose and pull the flap out from the latch. I had to stay focused and wasn’t giving in to it. She look at me and hesitated again.

“Come on Lori, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already. I have three sisters. It’ll be ok, now come lower them.”

She slowly up snapped the front bottom and slowly slid the zipper down. I could tell, she didn’t want to do it. But this was the point of no return. She hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and slowly pushed them down to her knees. She had on some cute blue panties with white flowers on them. She stood up and hobbled forward a few steps as she was covering the front of her. I could tell, she was a little embarrassed. I motioned for her to go back over my lap. When she did, I could see her beautiful shaped bottom . As I adjusted her again to lay her flat she clenched and unclenched her cheeks together involuntarily. Her thighs she pretty pink colored from where I had been spanking her. I rested my hand on the back of her thigh making sure my hand did slide anywhere else.

“Ok, Lori, now it’s going to sting a little more. Hang on and keep your hands out of the way.”

I raised my hand and started to spanking her again with some pretty good force. I made sure my hand wasn’t cupped and landed as flat as I could against the bare skin of her thighs. This time, I was smacking fast from the beginning. She started jumping and shifting her legs up and down. I was focusing the swats to sit spot and upper thighs, half bare and half covered with her panties. Her hand flew back and I firmly and quickly said without stopping,

“Nope, keep your hands in front of you, Lori!”

She moved her arms out straight and balled up her fists.
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“Ouch, ouch ouch, ouchieee, ouchieee.” The sound of my hand smacking her bare skin echoed through the apartment. I went on for another couple of minutes as she was starting to flutter her legs. She was now really starting to feel it that’s for sure. The back her thighs were now a bright red all over on both sides. My hand was actually starting to hurt. I stopped and gave a good smack on the center of her bottom and told her get up. I help her up and she stomped around in circles rubbing her thighs and lower part of her backside.

“Shit, shit, that hurt, dam that hurt!”
I’ve never spanked anymore before and I know that was a pretty hard and long spanking. I was thinking that maybe I didn’t know what I was doing. Maybe I just did know how to spank her good enough. But on the other hand she did looked pretty darn cute stomping her feet like that and rubbing, all time her jeans were down to her knees in her panties like that. She must have stomped around for good 15-20 seconds or so. I knew it hurt but she wasn’t anywhere close to crying. She did have a high pain tolerance, because I was spanking her pretty hard. Well, I guess it was to turn it a notch. After she stopped stomping, she stood in one place and looked me.
“Ok, get you pants up if you need too. But go into the living room and on the coffee table you’ll find a oak back scratchers and bring it back here.”

“Ohhh, Mike not that thing, I thought you were going to use. . .”
“Lori, you don’t get to call the shots here, you wanted a hiding and I’m going to give it to you. No arguments, go get it and bring back here.”
I saw for the first time trepidation in her eyes. She pulled her pants back and for some reason completely fasten and buckled her belt back together too. Letting out a big breath she walk around the corner to the living room. I thought she was going to bail out of this but she didn’t. She slowly walk back. When she reached me held out and handed offered to me. With a softer and more humble voice she said, “Mike, I’m sorry, it’s just I forgot how much it may hurt. I’m just struggling with situation and you don’t deserve it. I know I’m sending you mixed messages. I never thought you ‘d be smacking my thighs like that. I went this far, I’m determined to let this happen. I just need you to help me be more cooperative because I know it’s going to get worse.”

I did know what to say or do. I figured she just needs some reassurances. I stood up and opened my arms to offer her a hug. She threw her arms around me and I embraced her. I just held held her for a about a minute.
“Lori, I don’t know what I’m doing here either. I’ve never spanked anyone before. Do you really want to continue?”
She nodded her head in my chest.
“Ok, than, I’m going to have to spank you much harder, you know that right?”
Again she nodded.
“Mike, I trust you now more than ever and I feel more and more secure with you. You’re in charge and you have to be, I’m just still fighting inside.”
I gently pushed her back, “Well, let get to the end of your inner fight shall we?”
She nodded and I sat down. She held out the back scratcher again. I took it and tapped her jeans again.
“Well, you know the deal, drop your jeans!”
She once again slowly unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans.
“Doesn’t really have be all the way down to my knees?”
“Yes, all the way down, drop them!”
“Ohhhh, not my thighs again.” As she slowly pushed them down and stood up. I did even comment about that. She than shifted a few steps and was about to lay over my lap again. I reached up and caught her arm as gently as I could.
“Lori, now I’m going to spanking your butt so panties come down for this one. Your bottom is going have to be bare this time. So take them down too!”

Her lips started stammering and she swallowed hard. I let go of her arm. She stood up straight and exhaled deeply. For the first time, I saw a look of defiance in her eyes for just a second.

“Do I have to?”
“Panties down to your knees, Lori! And the answer is yes, now drop your draws and get over my lap!”

Her face turned from pride to a look of trepidation. She hooked in the inside of her elastic band of her panties. Her fingers were trembling and I could tell she was struggling. But I let her fight with it and didn’t say anything more. She hobbled over to the very edge of my lap. She slowly pushed them down, got them to her knees. She didn’t really stand all the way up, just enough to lean forward and laid over the pillow across my lap. I stopped for a second and just looked at her. I was now aroused but I’m sure with the pillow between us she couldn’t tell. She had a beautiful bottom. Still pretty red on her lower bottom and thighs. But very white everywhere else. She was very muscular and her little bottom was something to behold. She had these small little freckles in some spots. But I quickly focused back at what I had to do. I set the back stretcher on the floor. I rested my hand on the center of her bottom. I was tapping as I was talking.

“Ok, Lori, I only going tell you once, keep your hands in front of you. Hold on to the chair leg or even mine if you have too. I’m going wear my hand out on your butt good and hard. Then, I’m going use the back scratcher and paddle the living daily lights out of your entire backside. You can kick, fuss and cuss all you wanted. There’s no specified number of swats, it will stop when I decided too and not until. Understand?”
“Ohhhh, yes sir!”
“Ok, here we go!”

I didn’t bother with starting out softly. I was determine to wear my hand out again and paddle her good with that back scratcher.
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. . .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 was only hitting about one swat a second per but I was hitting as hard as I could. I was smacking both cheeks alternately and ever third one, I hit the center of her bottom.

“ouchiee, ouchhiee, ouchieee, ouchhiee, ouchieee , ouchhiee, ouchieee ” she fluttering her legs and shifted her bottom in all kinds of directions. I went on like this for a good 2-3 minutes. She threw her arms up again and clenched her fists. Her bottom was turning red. I could tell it was hurting but it did seem to be painful to her. My hand was starting to hurt again. Her bottom was all kinds of red. I made sure I got every inch of her bottom. From the top to bottom. I stopped and told her to get up. I helped her up and as soon as she did, her was doing that rubbing and stomping thing again. At first she did seem to care that her pants and panties to her knees. Man, I felt sorry for her but she also look so cute. Her flat stomach and slim body. She was so beautiful and I was so turned on admiring her as she was turning about.

“Ohhhhh, ouchieeee, ouchieee, ouchieee, ouchhiee, ouchieee shit that hurt”
I let her rub and stomp it out until she stood in one place. Then she realized she was bare, she stopped rubbing and crossed her hand in front of her. I leaned over and picked up the back scratcher and motioned for her to come. The first time, she had a look of fear. She lost her embarrassment and flew her hands behind her in a protective posture as she slowly inched her way towards me. I moved the pillow over one knee.

“I’m sorry Lori, but it far from over now this is going to sting like all get out. Come on, you’re going over my knee this time not my lap. She gave me look of trepidations but she she was hobbling over. Her pants fell her ankles and she almost tripped. Panties still down to her knees. She shuffled her feet until she was right next me. Holding her backside with her hands, she stopped and asked me “How many am I going to get with that thing?”
“As many as I deem necessary, now get over this knee!”
As she leaned forward, she said,
“Ohhhh, does it have to be with that thing?”
“Yes, Lori!” as I led her over. Now that she only over one knee. Since she was short and petite, she was pretty much bent in half. I know her face was now seeing the floor. I lifted my leg over hers, scissor locked them in place. She was kind of trapped.
“Ok, Lori, this is going sting a lot, let me have you’re other hand.”
“Ohhhh, please not so hard. . ”
“Lori, your hand!”
She reached back and I folded my fingers into hers.

I was tapping the center of her bottom with the back scratcher.
“I am not really restraining you, Lori, I am just was to hold your hand. You can squeeze it has hard as you want. But this paddling isn’t going to stop until I think you had enough. Are you ready?”
“Ohhhh, please not hard?”
“Lori, are you ready?”
“Ohhhh, ok, ok but. . .”

I interrupted her with the first whack. I wasn’t going to go easy this time. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make her cry, if not, I was certainly hoping it would. I went right to hard and fast hitting. No pauses between swats in rapid fire successions. Concentrating the first folly on sit spot. With no panties on and being bent in half I had a clear line of sight with back scratcher. I made sure the area that connected her upper thighs and her cheeks were worked over good. It was just flat enough to make a load smacking sound like a paddle but I know it wasn’t enough to really bruise her.

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“Ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, stop, stop, stop, ouchieeee, ouchieeee, ouchieee!” I knew I was now making progress. I was whacking away for good full minute or so. I moved from her sit spot to her thighs. She was trying to kick, and squeezing my harder and harder. I made sure I covered her from her sit spot up the center of bottom and upper bottom, making sure I did strike her tail bone though. After another minute she was hollering like crazy. Her entire backside was bright bright red. I realize that the back scratcher was going to work. I think she was getting numb to it. I stopped and let her up. She stood straight up, arched her back, flew her hands over bottom and started hopping up and down, turning about and hollering.

“Ouchooooo, ouchoooo, shit, shit, ouchoooo, ouchoooo, ouchoooo, ouieeeeeeeeeee
She wasn’t crying but I can tell that hurt like the dickens. She hopping up and down rubbing like crazy. I couldn’t believe she was still holding on and now crying. She did have a high pain tolerance. I paddled her good and fast with that back scratcher nonstop for at least a good solid minute or so. I let her holler and hop it all out. I was frustrated now, I’m think that the back scratcher stung but I needed to to sting and hurt. As much as I was admiring her display, I also felt sorry for her. I really thought it was going to work. I just didn’t understand. I guess, I’m going to have to resort to using the belt after all but I was going to give her a break. Maybe hold her until she calm completely down. I waiting until she was standing in one place. I stood up and held out my arms. She shuffling over and leaned into my chest while she was still rubbing with hands. I held her for a good minute or so. I felt like I failed her. I didn’t know what else to do. I decided that if she was going to get this breakthrough she was wanting I had to act. I gently took her arms pushed her back and looked at her. She wasn’t crying but she had a look of frustration in her eyes too.

“Lori, I’m going pick you and carry you into the living room is that ok?”
She nodded in agreement, she slowly put her arms around my neck and bent over pick her up and carried her over to the couch. I put her down. I looked at her again and said, stay here and I’ll be right back. She nodded again. I went into my bedroom closet got my belt, picked up the other pillow on my way back. I turned the corner and her she was still bare, just standing there rubbing. I think she knew what I was doing. I gave the pillow, walked around and arranged the other one over the side of the couch. I folded the belt in half and with a look of determination, ordered her.

“Ok, Lori, now it’s not to break that dam, lay over side of the couch. I’m not going to be subtle now.”
She now had a look of fear, “Oh, Mike, please, please no more I don’t think I can handle and more!”
“Well, you’re not supposed to handle it anymore aren’t you? You’re just going to have to let go. Now the time to give in Lori. This is the moment you wanted. Now lay over the pillow. You can use the another one in your hands to hang on to. Now get over, now!”

I put a little more assertiveness in my last word. She slowly shuffled over to the edge and laid over. With her small size, she had to actually pull herself forward until she was teeter tottering almost. I laid the belt on top of her center of her butt.

“Ok, Lori, stay in place and hang on to her pillow and keep your hands out of the way.”
I didn’t even let her respond. I swung the belt down really hard. WHACK, she stiffen like a board and arched her back. She let out a deep breath of pain, “haaaa-ouoooooo. I waited until she relaxed again.
I can tell that really connected. I laid into her with another one, WHACK, and another yell, “haaaa-ouoooooo.” I think I was getting somewhere. I again waited until she recovered and relaxed. I decided to delivery five in a row with no pauses between swats and not letting her time to recover.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
She stiffened again and clenched her beautiful checks together as hard as she could and flew her hands behind her covering her butt and exhaling deeper with every audible discomfort.
“awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, ok, ok, no more, no more, ok, pleaseeeees!”
Yeah, this was going to do it, I should have listened to her and went to belt before.

“Lori, move your hands, hug the pillow.”
She was still trying to rub and cover.
“Lori, I mean it, move your hands!”

She moved her hands, grabbed the pillow. I gave her five more right in a row, same reaction. I decided to ten more really hard and fast.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
She clenched up tight after the third whack.
“Ok, ok, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ok, ok, no, no, no, ok!” as the last seven landed.
I can tell she struggled with those, I made a series of welts on her butt. At that point, it wasn’t going to be pleasant for her. She was staying in position so, I knew we were going to breakthrough and she was trying fight with accepting it. I waited again until she recovered. I decided than, to just keep on whacking consecutively really hard but only about one per second and half or so between swats. Only allowing her a second or so before next one came down. When I saw signs of her breaking down, I turned up a notch.
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. . . 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. . .

She was now kicking like crazy, she was clenching and unclenching involuntarily. I was just continually kept my slow pace but was whacking with significant force. Than something changed. She clenched up so tight her legs were shaking. When she relaxed again, she was kicking her knees forward as if she was trying to climb. I was now starting see her struggle with it more and more and then she was thrashing her legs. I decided it was time to turn up the intensity and not give her any more pauses between swats. With rapid fire successions, I laid into her,

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, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK , WHACK, WHACK

I was hitting her as hard and as fast as I could. She pushed her face into her pillow trying to muffle her screaming. With long deep bursts of screaming and small paused in between the bursts at every another whack. She screaming very evident even though they were muffled through the pillow.

“awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww , awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww”

Is all I heard. I was crisscrossing impacts of the belt all over backside, thighs, sit spot, center and upper butt cheeks. I kept my pace up hard and fast and continuously like a machine gun,
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, 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

She threw the pillow away and was beating the couch with her fists. She was hollering out load now. I believed now that she was at that crossed roads, her head was thrashing about. I wonder if she was going to allow herself to break or not. She was now screaming and hollering now with intense pain. She going to break, I knew it, she had to, because I wasn’t going to let it or stop. She could either break or roll off the side of the couch and bail. Which I knew was an option for her. This was happening all so fast. This is what she asked for. I was determined try to push her over the edge until she broke or bail.

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, 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

She finally stop kicking, her screams now becoming loading cries with hard exhales of pain. I just couldn’t believe how much it took. I was literally whipping the day lights-out of her. I wanted to make sure she was past it. I didn’t slow down and was going to give a few more for good measure as I crisscrossed the belt all over the center of her ass with full force and speed.

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, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK

I could tell she was sobbing now, I stopped and she just laid there weeping. I put the belt down and looked at what I did to her. I felt so bad inside. She had welts all over her entire backside, she even had some few bruises, not as many as I thought. I now understand what it means to whip someone black and blue. She laid there hiccup crying. I felt so bad for her. I walked around and gently out my hand on her back. She didn’t even move. She was sobbing so hard, I could see her chest moving up and down as she was crying hiccuping at the same time. I was just rubbing her back. After several minutes, she slowly twisted her legs sideways until her feet touch the floor. I helped her stand up and hobble over the front of the couch. I sat down put the pillow in my lap. She laid down and put her head in the pillow. I just stroked her head as softy as I could for what seems like forever. Just when, I thought she was going to stop crying, she burst into sobs again. I didn’t really get what was happening inside her but I believed she was in crying that deep kind that she talking about. She cried and cried until she was absolutely exhausted from it. It must have been about two hours or so. She finally stop crying and just laid here. There was silence for such a long period. Finally, as she was wiping her noise and sniffing, she spoke.

“Thank you Mike, I know that wasn’t easy for you either. I feel really closed to you right now. Can you do me another favor?”
Oh, man what was she going to ask now. I was a little concerned.
“What?”
“In my apartment, there some aloe Vera lotion on my kitchen counter next to the microwave. Can you get it and rub some on my backside, it will help with the healing process.?”
“Absolutely!”

She lifter her head enough for me get up. I went to her place and came back. When I came in, she was laying over the side of her the couch again with both pillows under her. I got to her and put some lotion on my hand and squirted some on her bottom. I careful and softly as I could put my hand on her bottom. She twitch in sensitivity, “ohhhh.”
“Lori, I’m sooo sorry, I did this to you and I. . .”
Still sniffing and wiping her nose, “Mike, you didn’t do this to me, I did. I was acting so selfishly and stubborn. I was sooo fighting against it. That why what made it worse, not you.”
As I was gently rubbing the lotion on her.
“Well, either way, you have welts over you beautiful bottom of yours. Are they really going to heal ok?”
Still snuffling while talking.
“Oh yeah, they’ll heal up and just fine and be just about all gone within about 3-4 days. I heal pretty quickly. So you think I have a beautiful bottom, ah?”
“Of course you do! It perfectly shaped and fits your figure.”
“Oh, Mike, can I take a nap here for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Of course, do want me to leave you in silence.”

I finished with the lotion, she leaned back so her can stand. She turned to face me. She gently put her arms around my neck and hugged me. I hugged her back and she said,
“Thank you for not giving up and helping me push through. I feel so centered and I just have a big headache and a very sore backside, bit I’ll live. But, I’m not afraid anymore to venerable to you. You have no idea what’s happen inside me.”
She let me go and continued,
“I just want to lay and take a good nap now, ok?”
“Sure, no problem, I have few earns to run anyways.”
She hobbled around to the front of the couch, arranged the pillow and laid down with her cute little backside facing outwards. As welted and red as it was it was still pretty cute. I left for do some running around and came back in about four hours later.
Lori woke and had her cloths back up. She was sitting on the couch watching TV and sipping some hot tea. I sat down and she leaned over to snuggled next to me. I didn’t know what to say.
“Are you feeling better Lori?”
“Oh, yeah, better than you would think. I’m pretty sore and will be for a few days but I’ll be fine.”
We watched a movie and ordered pizza. She went back her place later that night.

I saw her again the next morning I was on my out way to work and caught her as she was coming back from an early morning jog.
“Doing ok, Lori?”
“Absolutely, could be better!
I was just about get into my car and called to me from the front door of the apartment building.
She gave me a smiled and said, “Hay, Mike! Sometimes you’re a real pain in the butt, you know that?” as she chuckled
I gave her a wink and headed off to work.

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