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Miranda and Jim
Miranda rushed up the front stairs of the apartment building carrying some groceries and her purse. It had been a long day. She was relieved to finally be getting home. She opened the door with exuberance and ran headlong into Jim. He was standing straight in her path. She stopped short and smiled, rushing up to kiss him. She could tell something was wrong.

He leaned over to kiss her and then she heard the words she somehow knew would come next. “Go upstairs and wait for me.” He said quietly.

A chill ran through her. “What did I do?” She asked. But she knew she wasn’t going to get any immediate answers. She quickly put the groceries away in the kitchen and hurried up the stairs.

When he said to go upstairs and wait for him, it meant she was to strip off everything she was wearing below the waist and stand in the corner with her hands laced behind her head and her elbows extended. She nervously undid the button on the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper letting her skirt fall to the floor. She stepped out of her half-slip, yanking on it until it joined her skirt in a heap at her feet. She stood momentarily in her high heels, pantyhose, and panties. She lifted one foot at a time and removed her black high heels. Her feet finally felt some relief. She peeled off her pantyhose, and last of all her panties. Then she reached down and scooped up her clothes off the floor. She rushed to put her clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and her shoes in the closet. She had nothing left on her body aside from her thin silky white blouse, with her thin white lace bra underneath. She slowly made her journey to the corner.

Her eyes began to burn. She kept wondering what she had done wrong to disappoint him. Her mind raced through several possibilities, but she was unable to focus. Finally she heard his slow deliberate footsteps on the stairs. Chills ran up and down her spine. She tensed up as he entered the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and looked over at her. He couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her beautiful bottom that was almost hidden beneath the edge of her silky white blouse. Her bottom was lily white and completely untouched. He knew by the time he was finished with her, it would look much different.

He held the bill in his hand and glanced down at it. “Come over here and take a look at this.” He said quietly.

Miranda slowly turned around and walked towards him. She stood in front of him and he handed her the bill. It was her credit card statement. She swallowed as she took it from him and read over it. It didn’t make any sense. There was no way she had spent $700 this last month. She had only spent $200 at the most, she was sure of it. And she had gotten away with small sums in the past, so she hadn’t been worried. She scanned the list of purchases as her heart raced. She couldn’t find one thing listed on the statement that she didn’t remember buying. Her heart sank.

“We’ve discussed this before Miranda.” He said quietly. “Last time I punished you for this, you promised me it would never happen again. You went five months without your credit card and things improved. I gave it back and now it appears you have had some trouble again.”

Her eyes began to burn hotter. She had not only let him down but she had let herself down. She had wanted so desperately to improve her spending habits. She thought she was doing much better. She was crestfallen. Jim had been very patient with her. “I’m sorry Jim.”

He looked up into her eyes with affection. He could see on her face she was sorry for what she had done, but their agreement was that he would provide discipline for her, and that was what he was about to do. This was a major infraction. She had been working hard to pay off that bill. It exceeded $10,000 and now $700 more was added to the total. Progress on paying it off was slow enough without a major setback like this one.

He stood up and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Go get your credit card Miranda.”

“Please Jim.” She started to beg, but she knew even before the words came out of her mouth that begging would not get her anywhere. She hurriedly dug into her purse and found her wallet and then produced her credit card. Jim reached in his jacket pocket and retrieved the scissors he had grabbed before coming up the stairs. “Cut it up.” He said, handing her the scissors.

Her hands shook as she slowly took the card and cut through the plastic, handing him the angular pieces one at a time. He took the card and put the pieces on the dresser in a pile and set the scissors down next to them. He then turned and looked at Miranda. He looked down the front of her. He enjoyed the way her small trimmed tuft of hair covering her pubis was visible just beneath the tip of her blouse. She was beautiful. Her bottom and thighs were slender yet firm.

He was about to teach her a lesson she would not soon forget. She shifted her weight nervously from side to side as he removed his suit jacket and then his tie. He unbuttoned the top button on his crisp cotton blue dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He slid out the padded chair that sat at their dresser and then sat down on it. It was the chair Miranda sat in every morning in front of their large lighted dresser mirror to put on her make-up. It had come in handy more than once for Jim’s needs as well.

Miranda unconsciously reached back and touched her bottom as she watched him pull out the chair and sit down. She knew he was going to give her a very hard spanking. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and chills began to run up and down her spine and focus in her nether regions. She felt vulnerable.

He motioned for her to get over his knee. She quickly complied and presented her bare bottom to him. He pushed her silky white blouse halfway up her back. Then he took his hand and hovered momentarily above her bottom before beginning to slap her butt cheeks as hard as he could. SLAP! SLAP! He began with firm hard smacks to each of her pale white butt cheeks.

She marveled at how hard he could spank with just his hand. When she needed correction, he provided it. One smack after another reigned down on her bare bottom and the pain slowly began to build and increase. She struggled to hold still. His arm rose and fell as his hand continued to strike her bottom with fury. The tears that lingered beneath the surface burst forth and began to wet her face. “Ouch” She sobbed in anguish. “I’m sorry Jim.” She hated the burning pain he was inflicting and wished she could convince him she had learned her lesson already. But she knew this was just the beginning. Her punishment was far from over. SLAP! SLAP!

He slapped her bottom with a vengeance over and over, turning it pink and then red. His hand left mottled marks. Her bottom felt as though it were on fire. If he hadn’t been punishing her he would have stopped and rubbed and caressed her from time to time, but when he was punishing her, he didn’t stop.

He continued steadily with his hand until her sobs came out in earnest. His hand was beginning to throb from hitting her so hard. He stopped and sent her to stand in the corner, so he could go get some implements. He reasoned he should not damage his hand, he was not the one being punished.

Miranda walked tentatively to the corner, staggering a bit from not being able to see through her teary eyes. She managed to find her spot and stand there. She wasn’t allowed to touch or rub her bottom, but the temptation to do that was overwhelming. She wanted some relief. She heard Jim go into the closet momentarily and when he emerged, he told her to come back over and get in position. He was holding the wooden paddle. She loathed the wooden paddle.

She slowly walked over to the chair and leaned over, gripping either side of the chair seat with her hands. Her tears stopped momentarily, but she was not looking forward to what was about to happen next. She straightened her legs and spread them shoulder width apart. She stuck her sore red bottom out, despite her desire to do the opposite.

Jim stood behind her and off to the side. “I’m very disappointed in you Miranda.” He said quietly. “We can’t afford this debt you continue to incur with your careless spending. You know that.”

“I’m really sorry Jim.” She said in a small nervous voice. She braced herself for the first smack of the paddle. THWACK! Oh the agony! She wanted to scream, but before she could scream she felt a second THWACK! “Ohhhh” She cried out. Jim was firm. He continued until he had delivered twenty of the most burning paddle smacks he had ever given her. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Ohhhhh!” She screamed in agony. The tears were back now and flowing freely. She wondered how he could do this to her. Didn’t he love her? THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! He showed her no mercy. Deep down inside she knew he did this for her because he loved her deeply. She wanted to be stoic and strong, but it was difficult. It was all she could do to grip the chair and withstand each harsh smack of that paddle.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Jim please!” She begged and her voice faded into a horrendous sob.

“I’m sorry darling, but you have earned this.” He said flatly. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“I can’t stand it!” She screamed. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“This is the last one with the paddle Miranda.” He said firmly. THWACKKK! Her thin form lunged forward from the impact. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed in agony. She let go of the chair and reached back to feel her burning bottom, but before she could touch her throbbing bottom he grabbed her wrists. “Sorry darling, but you know you can’t touch your bottom when you are being punished.” He said firmly. She cried and struggled in frustration. “I hope you think of this next time you are tempted to spend money we don’t have.”

She wasn’t sure she was ever going to forget it. He could be such a brute at times, particularly when necessary. She wanted him to take her in his arms and hold her and sooth her, and she knew he would do that eventually, but her punishment wasn’t over. It was all she could do to keep her hands away from her bottom, it was sheer torture. He made her put her hands on the back of her head with her elbows out and he led her to the corner once more. She wiggled her legs a bit to ease the pain, but it didn’t help. Her bottom was on fire and throbbing.

“I’m sorry I have to be so harsh with you.” He quipped. “But you were warned and you knew you had this coming if this ever happened again.”

He was right. They had been over this countless times in so many different ways. She knew this was what she had agreed to. She was being punished and he was not fooling around. They loved spanking for fun and before and after sex, but this was also what he used to punish her, it was what she wanted him to use as punishment. Spending $700 after all they had been through was inexcusable.

She twitched when she heard the clink of a buckle. She knew he was getting the belt from the closet. The belt was kept on a hook inside the closet door. This particular belt was not practical for him to wear, so he seldom wore it. The belt was about two inches wide and at least a quarter of an inch thick. It was black leather and rather worn and supple because he kept it conditioned. He had gotten the belt a long time ago when he was a security guard. It had been part of his uniform. It was formidable looking, and she loathed being punished with it. “Ok Miranda.” He said.

She turned to look at him and he motioned for her to get over on the bed. He had placed two pillows on the bed so her bottom would be raised up a bit higher. She slowly walked to the bed and lay over the pillows. Her heart was racing. She hated when he used the belt. When he punished her with the belt he gave her one lick after another without hesitation. After awhile that hurt a whole lot and she wasn’t sure she could take it.

Over the pillows she lay. She readied herself for the pain. The first smack of the belt snapped against her flesh. SMACK! SMACK! The leather stung her already sore bottom. “Ohh Jim! Please.” She began to beg. “Please Jim” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The smacks of the belt were so rhythmical someone could almost write lyrics to them. Her bottom throbbed and she writhed in pain. She wasn’t sure she could stand it, the pain was almost unbearable. “Ohhh please Jim.” She thought she might go insane from the intensity. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He listened to her heartfelt sobs. He knew she was hurting. He had seldom given her this hard of a spanking. First he had delivered one of the hardest hand spankings he had ever given her. Then he had paddled her good and hard. He wasn’t sure he had ever paddled her as hard as did this time. He made sure every whack of that paddle burned. Now he was whipping her bottom with the belt as hard as he could. She was enduring true punishment. He saw some moistness between her legs, but he knew that meant nothing. It was an automatic response to the pain because of how she was wired, but he knew she wasn’t enjoying this. Neither of them was enjoying it much.

In Jim’s mind the belt had always symbolized punishment so he often used it to punish her. He had been punished with it as a child, and he knew it hurt. His father had been a military man, uncompromising, and not afraid to raise his sons with physical discipline that bordered on the extreme. He had learned how to use the belt from his father. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sweat rolled off his brow as he continued. She was very distraught and he could see from the appearance of her bottom and the way she was behaving it was time to stop. He finally lowered the belt and wiped off his brow.

Miranda was sobbing uncontrollably, and very relieved that he had finally stopped whipping her with the belt. She wanted so badly to reach back and rub her sore bottom and get some comfort, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. She was contrite and exhausted. She hoped he was finished. She wasn’t sure she could endure any more.

He put the belt aside and pulled her to her feet. She stood in front of him in her agony, sobbing uncontrollably. He reached out gently and kissed her face. “It’s almost over.” He whispered. Then he kissed her forehead. He reached out and unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, until he could gently remove it. She was sticky and sweaty. He twirled her around and undid her bra, looking down at her red swollen and bruised bottom. He had really punished her. She continued to sob.
He turned her back around and she now stood there naked in front of him. He gently reached out and touched her breasts, caressing them softly. He looked into her eyes as she sobbed in anguish, then he reached down and unbuttoned his own shirt. He stripped his shirt off revealing his strong bare chest. She couldn’t help but look with longing at his chest, wanting him to pull her up next to him. But he was in charge right now, so she stood and waited.

She heard him unbuckle the belt of his pants and undue the fly. He leaned over and removed his shoes and socks, then yanked his pants down and off. His briefs revealed how hard he was. He slipped down his briefs and kicked them to the side, revealing his prone cock. “Make me cum.” He said and pushed her down on her knees in front of him.

She knelt before him and took his rigid cock in her mouth and began to pleasure him with her moist wet mouth. She heard the familiar sounds of pleasure coming from him as she worked his cock in her mouth with her tongue as she had countless times before. He moaned. “That feels so good.” He said and she sucked and licked him until he could stand it no more and thrust forward grasping her hair in his hands and releasing inside her mouth with a loud moan of pleasure. “Ahhhhhhhhh”

She never swallowed his cum, she hated to do that, but she was being punished so she forced it down her throat. It felt good to her to know she had given him pleasure. She knew she wouldn’t receive any pleasure from him for the rest of the day. When she was being punished, he didn’t allow her to have an orgasm until he told her it was ok. That was how she knew her punishment was truly over. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her deeply, smoothing her strands of blonde hair from her eyes. She was sweaty and her hair was in disarray. Her face was red and her eyes were swollen from her many tears.

He pulled her to him and held her tight. “I love you. I’m sorry I had to punish you, but you endured it well, even the belt. Now the slate is wiped clean.”

She flung her arms around him and held onto him with all her might. “I’m so sorry Jim. I love you so much.” She started to cry again.

“Shhhhh” He whispered. She felt his hand reach down and caress her sore bottom. He rubbed her gently. This was the rubbing she longed to feel from him, the gentleness. She leaned against him and let him hold her and care for her. She felt secure with him as he held her next to him.

It didn’t matter even matter to her that he made her cook dinner without anything covering her red and welted bottom. It didn’t even matter to her that he made her sleep naked next to him all night long without being able to pleasure herself in any way. Because, the next morning, he woke her up early with gentle kisses and held her close to him and made love to her, making sure she had an intense orgasm. “All is forgiven darling.” He said to her gently. Then they both got up out of bed to get ready for work.


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