Sarah disrespects a guest (M/F hand, paddle, witnessed)

[sgtjoe]

For about 3 weeks after Sarah's last major tail-warming, she did a lot better. She was learning to quit the cussing and to be helpful around the house. She also seemed to be making some progress on her studies, though we were to learn later that we should have been checking up more on those.

She needed some encouragement of course, but we found moderate punishments for moderate misbehavior. She was up to 15 push-ups when she cussed. If she cussed twice in the same hour, the second set of push-ups was performed topless. Usually she was with only Shirley when this occurred, so her embarrassment was not too great, but it was enough she tried to be careful. If she got lazy helping with the house, she took 6 swats with a wooden spoon on her bare bottom. She knew that resisting Shirley's chastening would result in mine - so she didn't resist.

So when my Marine Corps buddy Bob called to say he would be in town, I felt pretty good about inviting him for dinner.

The evening he came, Sarah had helped Shirley make fried chicken and mashed potatoes and some kind of vegetable dish.

I'd said to keep it casual, so both women wore shorts and t-shirts. Sarah's shorts were some of her shortest and her t-shirt showed her midriff. I looked her over. "Sarah", I said, "I'm not requiring you to change, but if you don't, expect some comments from Bob. "You'll come across as more mature if you show a little less skin."

There was an edge to Sarah's reply. "I'm fine."

Bob arrived at 5:30 and Shirley and I met him at the front door. "Bob, come in! Good to see you old man!" He was just 2 years older than me but that was enough.

"You haven't changed a bit, Sarge! Except maybe that gut! Bet I could beat you by 6 pullups now!" Without a pause Bob went on. "And the lovely Shirley! I forgot what a lucky buzzard Joe was!" Just then Sarah came from the kitchen and Bob whistled. "And just who's the godess with the legs to die for?"

Bob hadn't changed! He had a great eye for danger but an incredible eye for women.

"Bob", I answered, "Meet Shirley's younger sister Sarah." I paused. "She's not dating."

"OK, Sargent, yes sir, Sargent!" Bob gave a mocking salute.

Dinner continued with banter, but then Sarah got up to bring more sweet tea.

"Sarah", Bob said, "you got the bling there!" He pointed to the ankle bracelet easily seen since Sarah prefered shorts to jeans.

Sarah turned slowly toward him. "Ain't you never seen somebody on house arrest, Bob?"

I grasped for control of the exchange. "Bob, we've all made mistakes in our lives. But Sarah's spending a lot of time with Shirley and really starting to do better. When this confinement is over she's going to be one awesome young woman." I lightened the mood. "And the mistakes could have been worse. She could have tried to siphon gas from the CO's Miata!"

"Joe, you'll never let me live that down!"

Laughter went on, but then Bob asked, "So, what does it take to make a house arrest like this work? I mean, Joe, why's she put up with your rules? You don't let anybody drink, smoke ... heck, I can't even cuss in your house! How do you make that stick?"

"Bob", I said, "You're getting close to some personal family issues."

Bob nodded, but Sarah spoke angrily. "I don't' know what Joe's ashamed of! He just spanks my ass damn near off!"

"Sarah!" I was the sargent all over again. "No cussing! On the deck! Give me 15!"

Shirley tugged at her t-shirt to ask if I intended for Sarah to go topless since she'd used 2 cuss words. I shook my head and Sarah glared, then did as I said.

"Joe!", Bob laughed as we watched Sarah. "I sure remember those words from you! Only it seems to me you told me 50."

"You didn't learn as quick as Sarah! You were a handful when you joined the outfit."

"I guess!"

Sarah rose from her push-ups, sullen.

"Sarah, what do you have to say for yourself?" I asked.

She started to speak, paused, and a very rebellious light came into her eye. "I'm damn sorry I said damn and called my ass my ass in front of this asshole!"

We were all silent a second, then I said "Living room. Now!"

"Bob, what she said about getting spanked was true. I'm not ashamed of it, but thought Sarah might prefer not to have it mentioned. Apparently she prefers to demonstrate."

"Demonstrate!?" Sarah yelled. "Joe, you can't do this in front of somebody I just met!"

"Sarah, you asked for it. You disrespected him. You'll get exactly what you deserve -- in front of the man you disrespected." As I followed her to the living room I unbuckled my belt for the fast draw she hated so badly. "This time you may retain your thong and bra, but remove your outer clothes."

Bob was surprised - but pleasantly. "She usually gets 'em bare?"

"Completely naked."

"In that case", he said as Sarah, facing away from us, reduced herself to lacy black panties and a matching bra, "she can disrespect me again."

"She won't. This isn't a game, Bob. Sarah, go to your room and replace those panties with a thong. Return quickly."

She scurried to her room and slammed the door. Bob spoke up again. "Joe, I bet you never get that girl out of your mind!"

"Oh, it's not that hard, Bob. I married the better-looking sister."

Shirley blushed - something I'd rarely seen from her - and we all waited.

Three minutes later I went to investigate what was holding Sarah up. I entered her room softly without knocking and closed the door just as softly. She was lying face down on her bed, sobbing in her pillow. Her nearly naked body shook and her lace-covered buttocks wiggled as if anticipating their punishment. She didn't seem to know I was in the room.

I'd been less strict with Sarah than usual in front of Bob. Without him, there was no call for any corners to be cut. My belt left its loops and cracked across her bottom, eliciting a shriek.

"On your feet!" Sarah began obeying immediately. "Panties off. Face me. Hands on your head."

She tried to bring the sobs under control as she stood there. I gave her no extra time. "Sarah, I gave you an opportunity to take your punishment without showing Bob this." I took a pinch of her lowest pubic hair and pulled it taught -- not all that hard but enough to be sure I had her attention. She gasped and I realized it was the most intrusive into her private space I'd ever been. "If I take you out there like this will you behave for your spanking?"

"Please", she started, "please, Joe, let me put my thong on." The look in her eyes was not only pleading but vulnerable beyond anything I'd seen from her.

"OK, Sarah. Put your thong on. But if you act up any more while Bob's here you lose it and your bra. And after he's gone you get a naked spanking for not changing the first time I told you."

I released my hold and she scurried to her dresser and put on a lacy pink thong, probably the one in which she took her first spanking from me several weeks earlier. Then I followed her back to the living room, watching the red stripe my belt had left across those white cheeks.

Sarah went to the center of the room and I made her stand hands-on-head facing us for her sentence. "You used 2 abusive words on us generally, then used another on our guest. You will receive a spanking for the first words, then stand and apologize to us generally. You will then receive another with the paddle for insulting Mr. " ... I paused, trying to remember Bob's actual last name. We had so many nicknames. Tunnel, I thought, light at the end .. "Mr. McNamara. You will address him as Mr. McNamara and look him in the eye when you apologize. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Joe."

"Turn and touch your toes."

As she obeyed, Bob pursed his lips. He liked what he saw. Well, who wouldn't like those slender tan thighs topped by a white rump split by a lacy line of pink and wearing a single red stripe?

I stepped to Sarah's left and laid my left hand on her back. "Sarah, I will make no pause between your spanking sets. You will hold this position until ordered otherwise." Without waiting for a reply I brought my right hand down with full force on Sarah's left cheek, then her right one. I continued left and right, up to the top of her buttocks and half-way down her thighs. I counted 38 swats, then stepped back. "Stand, place your hands on your head, and turn around." After she obeyed I said, "You may make your first apology."

Sarah took a minute to catch her breath and sniffle, but then said, "I'm sorry I used bad language on you all."

"I forgive you Sarah, but you must do better. Now use some Kleenex before I punish you for what you said to Mr. McNamara."

Bob spoke up. "Joe, she insulted me. Seems I ought to spank her for that one, don't you think?"

Before I could deny the request Sarah spoke quickly. "Sargent Joe", she said, for the first time I could remember using a title of respect for me. "I submit to your discipline because I've known you long enough to trust you. Your discipline hurts. It embarrasses me. But I've known a long time that you would never take advantage of me because of the way you treat Shirley. So the first time you ordered me to take a spanking, I knew a spanking was all I would get. I don't know Bob. But Sargent Joe, you're the only man I've known who could be trusted with a girl under his authority."

Before I could answer Shirley said, "Dad could be trusted, Sarah".

"But I didn't know Dad!" It was almost a shriek of anguish from her, and I knew it was true. Sarah was only 2 when her father died.

I quietly said to Bob, "Desert Storm, KIA", then addressed the question. "Sarah is right. She's under Shirley's and my authority. We are the only ones from whom she must take punishment."

Turning back to Sarah I ordered, "Fetch the paddle."

Sarah retrieved the thin strip of oak from the coffee table. Tears continued down her face as she handed it to me.

Bob looked at the paddle in my hand skeptically. "Does that thing do anything?", he asked. "When my old man paddled me, he used this piece of some dark hardwood. I think it was walnut. It must have been 2 feet long and 8 inches wide and 2 inches thick and weighed 40 pounds!"

"U huh", I said, knowing Bob's propensity to exaggerate.

"Man, you felt that when it came down on a bare butt!", he continued.

"That's because you were a slow learner, Bob", I answered. "I wish your dad had given it to your DI when you joined up!"

I looked back at Sarah and became serious again. "This hurts, and Sarah knows it." I swatted my palm with it resulting in a loud "smack". Then I held it up toward Bob. He held out his hand and I gave him a good swat on the palm.

"Ooooweeee!", he said. "I wouldn't want that across my naked behind!"

As I was about to order Sarah back into position, Shirley spoke up. "Sarah I've heard plenty of your dirty language, but you shocked me with what you said to our guest. If Joe hadn't allowed you to keep your thong, I'd make you show the man you insulted your asshole before you apologized to him."

Sarah gasped at the idea and Shirley continued. "As it is, you will take your paddling with your legs spread to leave as little about what that little thong covers to his imagination as possible." Shirley proceeded to put Sarah in a lunge position with her legs wide. The bit of pink that covered her vagina showed boldly against the white of her unpunished inner thighs. Shirley went as far as to adjust the thong so pubic hair stuck out on both sides. "She's ready to be punished, Joe", she said as she stepped aside.

Once in spanking position, I surveyed the vulnerable buttocks carefully before beginning. I wouldn't have chosen the paddle for this position, but I didn't countermand Shirley's orders unless I had to. We tried hard to remain united in everything, but especially in discipline. I would simply need to avoid a swat across the sit spot as the lacy pink mound protruded too far for that to be safe.

I glanced back at Shirley, then Bob. Shirley had the stern expression of an unyielding school mistress. Bob had the intense look of a boy drooling for his favorite candy as his eyes locked on Sarah's bottom.

I laid the paddle across Sarah's cheeks an inch above the sit spot. "Hold still", I said and began her paddling. The first 8 swats worked their way from just above the sit spot to slightly below the top of her crack and back down. She wiggled only a little as the fire built up in her bottom. Next I laid the end of paddle on Sarah's left sit spot, measuring the distance so I didn't extend too far. Then I raised the paddle and brought it down hard on the spot.

"Oooowww!", Sarah squealed. She flexed her knees, dropping her bottom several inches lower.

"Back in position, Sarah", I ordered. When she obeyed I tapped the sit spot on her right side a little to the outside to be sure not to punish the vulnerable labia. She hadn't done anything to deserve that and the paddle was not the implement for it. I delivered the swat where I'd tapped and Sarah flexed her legs again, but brought her bottom quickly back to position. Swats 11 and 12 were on the middle of her bottom. It was sore, but she held still. Swat 13 targeted the left thigh an inch below the crease where it met her rump. She again bent her legs to pull away. This time she was very slow resuming her position. "Get your butt up here!", I ordered and gave her left thigh an extra swat. When she was back in position I told her "No more pulling away. If you do that again, I'll give you 2 extra swats for every one you pull away from."

Swat 14 struck the right they an inch below the bottom. Sarah's leg quivered, but that was all. Then I tapped the paddle across her buttocks a little above the sit spot -- right where I'd started. I delivered the last 5 swats right there, as fast as I could deliver full-force swats.

Sarah's voice rose as the crescendo of swats fell. "ow -- OW -- OOWW -- OOOWWW!!!"

I stepped back next to Shirley and surveyed my work. Sarah's entire bottom was red and the upper halves of her thighs where pink. The most easily spanked area of her buttocks was dark red. Bruises were forming on the upper thighs where I'd paddled her as well as an inch and a half wide one where I had finished her punishment. A small white unpunished oval surrounded her bulging pink-lace-covered labia. More hair showed on both sides of the pink lace than when I had started. Her hips were quivering and her back was shaking as she sobbed.

"Sarah", I said in my deepest voice, "you may get up."

She dropped to her knees. Her arms must have gotten tired in that position, though she'd been there less than 3 minutes, because she dropped to her elbows and rubbed her arms as she sobbed for another minute. Her knees remained wide, her red rump high, and her bulging pink thong the captor of Bob's attention while she sobbed. Then she pulled her knees together and climbed slowly to her feet. When she turned around her hands were on her head and her elbows high.

"Mr. McNamara", she said as she forced her crying to a manageable level, "I'm sorry for what I said to you. I'll never call anyone that again."

Bob did his best to answer graciously, but his attention to her body could not be left out. "Sarah, you're an easy girl to forgive. When a girl with a smile as pretty as yours apologizes, I can usually forgive her. With a butt as hot as yours I can't help it! You're forgiven, missy. I'll tell you this, too. I've had over 100 women undressed on 4 continents, but none of them looked any better than you."

"Um, thanks", Sarah mumbled as her face turned as bright as her bottom and she dropped her eyes to her toes.

"Sarah", I said, "you may get dressed, then join us on the patio for desert."

"Bob", I said as I motioned him toward the back door, "I told Shirley key lime pie was your favorite."

"Joe, you didn't!", he exclaimed.

Shirley laughed. "No, Bob, he said cherry pie."

As I started to follow Bob, Sarah whispered to me. "Joe, may I put on some longer shorts?"

I stepped closer to her for a whispered conversation. "Sudden concern for modesty? Bob's not shy about looking at girls, is he?"

"Oh, I'm fine with my shorts on. I can't believe Shirley made me spread like that, though!"

"Well, you learned a lesson, right?", I answered. I wasn't about to secretly undermine Shirley's judgement. If I overruled her on something, she would know it.

"Yeah."

"OK, so if it's not for modesty, why do you want longer shorts?"

"It's where you spanked me, Joe. I don't want to show red spanked legs the rest of the evening."

"Permission denied, Sarah. You earned the spanking and it included your thighs. You had already to chosen to show them this evening. You'll keep showing them spanked. If you want more modesty, you may put on a shirt that covers your bellybutton, though."

When I joined Shirley & Bob, the pie was served and Shirley was pouring 4 glasses of wine. Sarah joined us a couple minutes later wearing a t-shirt instead of the earlier tank top. Before sitting down, she took the wine bottle back to the kitchen -- a measure we took to ensure we all had enough to enjoy but not enough to regret. Her red upper thighs and pair of paddle bruises were clearly exposed.

After a couple more hours of socializing, Bob left for his hotel. The ladies cleaned up the kitchen and I cleared the patio and took out the trash.

When we were finished I addressed Sarah again.

"What else do you have to answer for, Sarah?"

She sighed before answering. "Disobeying when you told me to change underwear."

"And what punishment did I say you'd receive?"

"A naked spanking", she answered with resignation.

"Undress", I said.

Sarah grimaced as she pulled her shorts off of her sore bottom. She removed the t-shirt quickly and tossed it onto the shorts. She unclasped her bra but paused, glancing from Shirley to me and back before removing it. This was the first time she'd had everything off in front of me in almost a month. The last time, Shirley had been gone and was quite displeased with her sister for pushing me to the point I had to spank her alone. The lesson she taught Sarah the next day was obviously painfully fresh in her mind. This refers to an intense F/F spanking story I haven't finished. The story approaches some of the bondage themes, so I'm not sure if there's enough interest for me to finish and post it. If some do want it, please leave a comment.

After a few more seconds, Sarah's bra joined her outer clothes. Her large firm breasts stood free as she removed the thong. She assumed her hands-on-hand stance and her eyes met mine briefly before dropping to the floor.

"Sarah", I began. "You know very well to obey. You know I am particularly insistent that you obey when you're being punished. Though your bottom is already sore, I cannot let your disobedience go unpunished. You should be grateful I was lenient enough to let you wait for this until Bob was gone."

"Yes, Joe, thank you", she answered blushing again. Then she looked up at me with either disgust of fascination. "Has he really had 100 women on 4 continents?"

"I don't know about that. He exaggerates a lot. But ... I think I was with him when he picked up 30 or 40 on 3 continents. There was a reason I told him you weren't dating as soon as you met him."

I looked Sarah over again before giving the order she knew was coming but dreaded. "Turn around and touch your toes."

The area I'd paddled hardest showed a light brown bruise as did the tops of her thighs. Otherwise, she was almost back to her normal white-bottomed color above definite tan lines.

"Sarah, you are probably still sore, so don't earn any extras."

I left strong hand prints on both sit spots, then high on her cheeks, then half-way down her thighs. I continued to spank, delivering almost 1 swat per second until I reached 16. Then I paused and delivered the last 3 low-center.

When I stepped back by Shirley, Sarah's rump was glowing again and her legs quivered a little.

"Stand up, Sarah", I said.

She assumed proper position, facing us with her hands on her head and her elbows high. Without prompting, she apologized. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Joe. And I'm sorry about fuc ... ah messing up tonight. And thank you for not making my punishment any worse than you did in front of him."

"I forgive you, Sarah, and you're welcome", I answered.

She came to me instead of Shirley this time for a hug. I turned sideways and hugged her with my left arm, a little uncertain about hugging her naked. "I care about you too much to let you get by with foolishness, Sarah. While you're under our roof, I'll provide for you, protect you -- and MAKE you DO RIGHT. Because I care."

"Thanks, Sargent Joe, I know you do."

Then she turned to Shirley and gave her a long hug. In another minute she gathered her clothes and headed for her bedroom.

"Now, for the prettier sister", I said and lifted Shirley off her feet as we headed to bed.

[joedimwit]

I'm really liking this story. I would also very much like to read the chapter you mentioned.

[sgtjoe]

Glad you're enjoying it. Looking at your profile, it appears we have similar ideas on spanking. I'll see about finishing the one in which Shirley teaches Sarah an F/F lesson.

I get few enough comments, I was wondering whether many people were enjoying these.

[goodcontrol]

Thanks for emphasizing my favorite elements. A witness adds immensely to the punishment value of a spanking. And I agree that clothing should be removed, not merely lowered as in most stories. You illustrated both elements wonderfully!