Repost Story: What She Needed

[Jen]

What She Needed

by Jen

She knew she was in a mood, worse than usual, and wanted something more
than she would get normally. She wrote him a note and put it in his
briefcase, telling him what she felt she had to have. "Could you be
very strict with me during the spanking? And if it's a punishment
spanking, could you maybe make me SIT in the corner, on a hard chair?"
Short and sweet, and he'd know what she meant. They'd planned on this
spanking all week, knowing that on the weekend they'd have their chance
finally.

She didn't know WHY she needed it, just that
she did. She wanted all control to be wrested from her, so that she
knew deep down she had no choice. So difficult to manage when you
WANTED to be spanked. She crossed her fingers and hoped for the best.

When he got home that night, he didn't mention
the note. She wondered if he'd even seen it, but didn't dare ask, for
that would shatter the effect. They were both tired after a long
week, and went to bed early. She wondered if he had read the note and
was angry that she had tried to tell him what to do.

The next day, both of them were much better
off than they'd been all week. They'd been
snapping at each other as the week wore on,
over nothing, so she wasn't sure how the day's
plans would turn out. She was just a bit
apprehensive that she'd done the wrong thing
by writing that note.

Suddenly he was in front of her as she sat on
the bed thinking. She looked up, and saw
something in his expression that wasn't often
there. He looked angry, and she feared for
her bottom.

"I'm going to say this, and you're going to listen. I don't want to hear
anything from you, unless I ask you. Strip, now. I'm sick and tired of
the way you've been acting all week, and it's
going to stop right now. You are going to be
punished, like you've never been punished before."

Her heart sank, as she realized how much
trouble she'd gotten herself into by writing that
note. She wondered just how much trouble
she was in, when she saw him take their desk chair and put it in the
corner. That was when she knew he'd read the note, and that he
was giving her what she'd asked for, what she
needed. She could accept any amount of
punishment as long as he wasn't TRULY angry
with her.

While she undressed, she saw him go to the toy drawer.
She almost gasped when she saw
the hairbrush come into view. He knew how
much she hated that, and it was only for real
punishment spankings. He was going to be
VERY strict with her it seemed! Her stomach
did a flip.

She stood before him, nude and contrite, ready to be punished. She
still had no idea why she felt this deep need to be dealt with, to be
taken to task. All she knew was that her soul cried out for it.

As he grasped her ear to lead her to the bed, he gave more instructions.
"There will be no breaks, you will be spanked until I decide that you've
had enough. There will be no begging or pleading from you at all, I
won't tolerate it. This is going to be a major attitude adjustment,
with definite results."

He sat on the bed, and put her over his knee, none too gently. She
struggled for a split second, suddenly afraid of what was going to
happen, until she felt a stinging slap on her bare butt. She stopped
her struggles, and allowed him to place her in position, bottom high,
propped up by his right knee. She almost lost all the breath in her
body when the hairbrush started its assault on her bottom. Fast and
furious, designed to keep her off-balance, unable to catch her breath.
Hard, hard spanks, and it was pure agony. Her bottom burned and stung.
There was no avoiding that hairbrush, and she knew that if she tried
she'd get much more than she bargained for.

Fifteen minutes later the barrage was over. He pulled her up off his
lap, and took her by the ear again to lead her to the chair in the
corner. She squealed as her sore butt made contact with the hard chair.

"Put your hands behind your neck, and put your legs together."

She did, and he put the hairbrush on her lap.

"That's to remind you that you're going to get spanked with the
hairbrush again after your cornertime. You will sit in the corner until
I come back up here, and don't move. I want you to think about why
you're being spanked and why you're sitting in the corner."

She heard him leave, and she couldn't help squirming a bit. She
wondered how long he'd leave her there, to contemplete her fate and to
think about why she was getting it in the first place. She thought
about why she was there, sitting on a very sore bottom. She knew she'd
been a real pain all week, nagging at him, bothering him with strange
thoughts of why he was acting the way he was that week. He'd told her
that he was tired, but being in an odd mood herself she read more into
it. She knew now that it was a mistake. She shouldn't have doubted
him. She knew she deserved to be punished. Maybe she'd known it all
along, and that was why she'd asked him to be so strict with her.

Her arms and back ached, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold her
position. It seemed an eternity already, since she'd been placed in
that corner. She had no idea how long she'd been there, and didn't dare
turn around to check the clock.

Finally she heard him behind her.

"Well, young lady, have you thought about why you're in the corner,
sitting on a very red bare butt, which is going to be spanked again in a
minute?"

"Yes Sir, I have."

"Let's hear it then, and I hope for your sake that it's good."

"I know I've been naughty, and that I shouldn't have been at you all
week. I know now that what you told me was the truth, and I'm sorry
that I didn't believe you. I won't do it again."

"I'll accept that. You're still getting spanked again, though. I need
to KNOW that this won't happen again, and this is the one way I know to
make sure of it."

He got a strong grip on her left wrist, and walked back to the bed.
Putting her back in the familiar position, he started right in with the
hairbrush again, not allowing her any time to acclimate herself. This
time he concentrated on the lower part of her bottom, right where she'd
be sitting, if she ever could again. Ten at a time, all in the same
spot, until she thought she'd scream. He planted so many spanks on one
side, on the same spot, and then the same on the other side. The pain
was relentless.

When she was at the end of her endurance, when she knew she couldn't
take another spank on her roasted bare bottom, he pushed her over the
edge.

"Five more sets of twenty on each side, and then we'll be done."

It was too much for her. She felt the complete helplessness as never
before, and started to cry. She had no control, and even though it was
what she wanted, the frustration of it made her cry harder. There was
nothing she could do, so she lay over his lap, no fight left, and
accepted the rest of the spanking.

Finally, when she thought that it would never ever end, she felt him put
the hairbrush down. He rubbed her bottom gently, until she calmed down
a bit, and then he lifted her up to sit on his lap. He positioned her
so that her bottom wasn't on his lap, and then he hugged her.

"Did you learn your lesson, baby?"

"Yes Sir," she sobbed.

"Good girl. I forgive you."

She breathed a sigh of relief at the words she'd needed to hear. "Thank
you," she said. She buried her head in his neck then, wanting the
comfort that came flowing from him.

He kissed her, and stroked her hair, and slid her off his lap onto the
bed. He laid down beside her, and started making love to her. THey
were both carried along by the passion that had built unknowingly during
the spanking, and as he held her down while he plunged into her, she
knew that she still had no choice. This time the helplessness led not
to frustration, but to a lust she hadn't known was in her, and she
relished every minute of it.