Previous stories are:
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2093 Sarah's House Arrest Begins (M/F in a thong)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2094 Sarah's First Few Days (M/F, fully nude, more severe)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2118 Sarah Challenges Shirley - Part 1 (F/F scenes as well as an M/F scene and sex between the disciplinarians)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... 2124#p8023 Sarah Challenges Shirley - Part 2 (F/F and M/F action)
Today's story involves milder punishment by Joe, but keeps some tensions high. Hope you enjoy it
Tuesday night I arrived home. As the garage door opened and I saw Shirley's car was missing I remembered -- the Party Women's Meeting.
Sarah was supposed to make macaronni and cheese. We would have a reading night -- as we always did on Tuesday's and Thursdays.
As I opened the door into the house, the smoke detector started ringing. Sarah burst from the bathroom and ran for the kitchen. I followed her, laptop still in hand.
A pot on the stove top was smoking, but that was the worst of it.
"Ooh!", Sarah shrieked. She grabbed one of the cordless phones.
"Sarah!", I said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm calling the fire deparment! The fire alarm's screaming! The house is full of smoke! We gotta get out!" She started dialing and I snatched the phone from her.
"Calm down girl. It's just a burnt supper. Turn off the stove. I'll silence the smoke detectors."
With the smoke detectors quiet, the range fan on, and a couple windows open, I took a look in the pan. It looked like macaroni-shaped charcoal.
"Looks like you let it boil dry", I said.
"Boil? I just put the macaroni and the cheese stuff in and let it cook."
"You didn't read the directions?"
"Were there directions?"
"Where's the box, Sarah?" I started laughing. Some things were just to silly to get upset about.
Having reviewed the directions with Sarah I said, "Well, next time you cook something it's certain to be better than this. See the bright side? You're guaranteed to improve!" I laughed again.
"You're not mad at me?", she asked.
"No."
"Then you won't do anything about it?"
"Do anything? Since it was an accident that made a big mess, I have the perfect punishment. You can clean it up!"
"OK". She looked relieved.
"Start by putting soap and water in the pan and letting it soak during supper. Do we have something else we can eat?"
We pulled out peanut butter and jelly and made sandwiches.
As Sarah cleared the table, I noticed what she was wearing. A black t-shirt hung almost to the cuffs of her shorts giving the suggestion she was wearing nothing but that shirt. She sure knew how to show off those legs! She was barefoot today too.
I joined Sarah at the sink. "OK, you will need lots of soap and water and this scouring pad. These will do the job, but you'll have to work at it."
I turned toward the living room but heard a mutter. "Damn this stupid pan!"
"Hey!", I said. "Don't start on that." I went back to the sink and turned her chin toward me with one finger. "You made a mistake - an honest mistake, I think. But you're an adult. You can clean up your messes without making yourself and the rest of the household miserable."
She gave me a hard look and didn't answer.
"On the deck!", I barked. "Give me 10!"
She got down and did the pushups, then stood back up.
"Now, are you ready to clean up your mess with a good attitude like a responsible adult?"
"Yeah", she said and turned back to the sink.
I went back to the living room and buried myself in the book I was studying as I worked to renew a certification. After a while I realized there were no sounds from the kitchen, so I checked it out. The pan lay in the sink with plenty of charcoal-scented macaroni still in it. So I went looking for Sarah.
Her bedroom light showed under the door, so I knocked. No answer. I knocked louder. Nothing.
I entered her room to find her cross-legged on the bed with her back to me and her ear phones in. I walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder. Startled she looked up at me.
"Why aren't you cleaning up your mess?", I asked.
"I needed a break. That dumb pan's such a mess we ought to just throw it out. It's crazy to put so much work into it!"
"Easy for you to decide to throw someone else's equipment away!", I answered. "I told you to do a job. If you'd kept at it, you'd be done by now." I looked down at her rebellious face for a few more seconds. "Give me one good reason not to dress you down and spank you right here before you go back to the kitchen."
"Shirley's not home! You can't undress me with just us here!"
"Of course I can! Shirley trusts me." It was true, but I was still not comfortable with it. Shirley was not given to suspicion or jealousy, but I didn't want to bank too much on that. I needed a way to punish her without giving away the fact I was hesitating. I shifted my left hand to her shoulder and pulled back. Startled, she put both hands down to catch herself on from falling to the floor. I wasn't letting her fall anyway, but she reacted as I hoped leaving those crossed bare legs unprotected. A second later each upper thigh had the print of my right hand.
"Now, if I take you back to the kitchen for a reduced punishment, will you behave?"
"Yes, Joe, I'll behave. I'll clean that stupid pan."
"Good. Go."
I followed her back to the kitchen. "Your punishment will be 10 more pushups topless."
She dropped to her knees for the pushups.
"Topless, I said. Remove your top."
Grimacing, she removed the t-shirt and dropped to her stomach.
"Get up!", I barked as I bent a swatted her nearer thigh. "Topless means your upper body is bare. Specifically, it requires that your breasts be bare. Remove that bra!"
Sarah obeyed and dropped back to her stomach.
"10 pushups", I said. "Every time you go down, put your nipples on the floor."
If I made Sarah sufficiently uncomfortable maybe she wouldn't push me further and need a real spanking. She and I would both be more comfortable if we could tell Shirley she'd kept her shorts on.
As I watched Sarah do her pushups I realized those shorts were not only short. They were low-riders. The crack of her buttocks was just barely visible.
Sarah finished her pushups and stood, picking up her t-shirt and bra.
"Give me your clothing and put your hands on your head", I said.
"Joe, you punished me. I'm getting dressed."
I snatched the garments with my left hand. Being careful not to actually touch her breast, I planted my right forefinger on the middle of her chest. "You will dress when I give you permission!"
Sarah took a half step back but bumped into the counter. I pressed my finger harder and forced her to bend back away from me. "Hands on your head", I said again.
She obeyed slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the finger between her breasts.
"Look me in the eye, young lady."
She did, biting her lip. I held her gaze 10 seconds, then panned slowly down to her waistband. It was low. I was surprised she could wear it without shaving! I swept my gaze slowly back up her body to lock her gaze again.
"You are one wrong move from losing these." Tossing her shirt and bra on the table I grabbed the very front of her shorts' waistband. Her eyes went quickly down, past the finger on her chest to the fingers prepared to bare her vagina. "Disobey me or otherwise act up one more time and these come off for a spanking -- Shirley or no Shirley. Do you understand me?"
Sarah swallowed. "Yes, Joe."
"Good." I released her. "After you have finished cleaning that pan, you may come ask me for your top. If you have questions, come ask."
She turned to the sink without answering. After watching her another half minute I returned to the living room. I'd been a little forceful, but she deserved a spanking. If I got her to straighten up without that, it was a victory.
I buried myself in my book and tried to think about network security instead of naked sisters-in-law. Then my attention returned to the sounds from the kitchen.
ping, ping, ping, ping, thump, clatter, "dammit!"
"Sarah, what was that?", I called.
No answer.
"Sarah, come here! What was that noise?" I knew she heard me this time. The next 3 neighbors could almost have heard me!
No answer.
When I got to the kitchen, Sarah had her arms crossed and was glaring at the pan on the floor.
I picked up the pan. Most of the macaroni remained and the pan had scratches and a hammer dent.
"What on earth did you do, girl?", I yelled. "If I'd known you wanted your rump warmed up that badly, I'd have done it for you an hour ago!"
Sarah screamed back at me. "That fuckin' scrub thing doesn't work! So I got out the screwdriver and hammer Shirley uses to fix little stuff and started chipping that shit out of that damn pan. And I fuckin' hit my damn thumb!"
I glared at her for a minute while I gained control of my anger. I wouldn't punish in anger ... but I was certainly about to punish her. I took a deep breath, then spun a chair from the table so its back was toward us. I pressed Sarah against it, locked both wrists behind her back with my left hand and bent her over. Without a word I began spanking her thighs about 6 inches above her knees. I would include her upper thighs later when her shorts were off. I swatted one thigh then the other, counting 18 swats. Since she was 19 years old and got 19 swats on a normal spanking, I hesitated a second, then delivered the last swat on the middle of her shorts.
I stood her back up. Her look was still angry and she hadn't shed a tear yet.
"Now, young lady, that was for your filthy mouth. In a minute you will get 2 spankings. The first is for disobeying me about how to clean the pan. The second is for damaging Shirley's equipment. I could think of several more things to spank you for, but we'll see how these go. Now get your bottom to the living room and get it bare!"
"Please, Joe", Sarah started. She was still angry but she knew I was serious and was ready to beg just a little. "Wait until Shirley's home. It won't be long now."
I looked at the clock. "Almost 2 hours until Shirley's home. No, you get spanked now ... but ... ", I hesitated as a plan formed. "I'll meet you half way. I'll wait for your second spanking until Shirley gets home. You still get your first spanking now. Living room!"
As I followed her, I quietly unbuckeled my belt. I'd put up with too much nonsense already.
When Sarah got to the living room she stopped.
"Turn around and take 'em down", I said. There was no point in sparing her any modesty now. She had knowingly and definitely earned a spanking. And if I was going to spank a naked girl I might as well enjoy the view. Shirley could get the benefit at bedtime.
Sarah wasn't ready to give up yet. "Joe, this is nuts. Listen to me! I'm not - Ow! Damn you!"
My belt had just wrapped around her left thigh below the cuff of her shorts.
"Joe, just wait for Shirley! I won't - Ow! shit!" Her right thigh now matched her left and she turned around. She grabbed at the fronts of her thighs where the belt had wrapped around and struck the hardest.
"Sarah, you are the one who must listen to me. You must obey me. And when you do not, you must submit to your punishment. You've known this since your first day here. And I warned you this evening again. Now take 'em off."
Sarah glanced at my belt and obeyed, but covered her vagina with her left hand. "Joe, you don't have to see everything to spank me."
"No, but you have to obey me. Hands on your head."
She drew a breath to argue and I struck again crossing the fronts of both thighs just below her bikini tan line.
"Ow, damn you!"
As I drew the belt back to strike again her hands shot to her head.
"OK, there's my pussy! Are you happy now?"
"The question is, are you obedient now?", I answered. I noticed part of what she wanted to hide as I waited for an answer. She had shaved, partially. "Well, are you?"
"I guess."
"Well, we're getting past guessing this evening. You will spend the rest of the evening obeying me. Additionally, I've changed my mind on your number of spankings. When I told you to come tell me what the noise was, you didn't come and didn't even answer. So you have 3 spankings coming. The 3rd will be when Shirley gets home."
Sarah looked ready to protest, but I kept talking. "Now, for your first spanking, turn and grab your ankles."
Sarah closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, but obeyed. Her backside had barely been punished so far. Her tan thighs showed red areas a few inches above the knees from her punishment in the kitchen and her otherwise white buttocks showed the last traces of a bruise on the middle of each cheek from Shirley's application of the spoon a few days earlier. I would try not to bruise tonight, instead making up fewer swats with more humiliation. I was looking for something that would work with Sarah without so many hard spankings.
But I wasn't going to spare any force in the punishment I was already committed to delivering. I stepped to her left side and laid my left hand on her back and my right across the middle of her bottom. "Hold still, young lady, and you won't get any more with the belt."
With that I began spanking. Left cheek, right cheek, a pause to admire my own hand-prints. Then I continued left, right, left, right. Her cheeks were soon bright red and I worked down to her sit spots and one hand-width on her thighs. Having counted 18 swats, I delivered the 19th low-center on her bottom and left my hand there. "That was for not cleaning using the tool I told you to use on the pan, " I said. "Now I will spank you for refusing to come when I called you." With that I began again, left, right, left, right. I worked to the outside of her bottom this time, spanking almost as far out as the hip bone. I was spreading the spanking over more area looking for red, not purple. At 16 swats I paused.
"Legs apart, palms on the floor," I said. Sarah shifted slightly spreading her legs and putting her finger tips on the floor. "Spread them wider and bend lower", I ordered.
She obeyed, bringing her labia slightly into view. With my thumb and forefinger I spread her cheeks low, too low for a hard swat, but giving me a clear view of her youthful lips. I wouldn't actually touch those lips, but I wanted Sarah completely submitted. Perhaps the humiliation would do what paddlings hadn't. I slid my thumb and forefinger up until it was Sarah's anus on display. The cheeks at that spot were sensitive but could take hard swats. Drawing back my hand, I planted the last 3 swats over her anus. The area was the brightest red on display as I stepped back.
"Hold still until I tell you otherwise", I ordered. I went to my recliner and leaned back, knowing that Sarah was keenly aware of her exposure. I waited a couple minutes then ordered Sarah to rise, turn and place her hands on her head. I swept my eyes slowly over her from breasts to toes and back and then tried to meet her eye. But Sarah was sobbing with her head hanging. Perhaps it was working, but I wasn't about to let up.
"Sarah, does Shirley know about your knew hair style?"
"What?", she asked, then understanding came. "Joe!", she shrieked and both hands came down to cover her groin.
"Come here", I said scooting forward in the recliner and spreading my knees. Sarah came to me but stopped almost out of reach with her hands firmly hiding the partially shaved area. I leaned forward and pulled her forward with both hands on her waist, letting her stop about 15 inches in front of me.
"Now, put your hands on your head", I ordered.
"Joe, please, don't", Sarah sobbed.
I simply turned her and forced her to sit on my left leg and clamped her legs with my right one. I met her fearful, tearful gaze with the resolve in my eye that was there when I gave my hardest order as a Marine seargent. Then I grabbed both her wrists, raised them above her breasts, clamped them in my left hand and leaned her back.
She was leaning only part-way back as I looked from the groin she'd tried to hide, past her fully exposed breasts, up to her face.
"Sarah, next time you don't want to draw attention to something, don't try to hide it." With that I pushed her farther back. She arched as she bent over the arm of the recliner, pushing her pubic area upwards. I laid my right hand on her thigh as high as I could without touching the area she'd shaved. "This is for refusing to move your hands", I said. With that I gave each thigh a dozen swats. They were light, mostly with my fingers due to the awkward position, but her thighs started turning pink.
Now I took a good look at her pubic area. She had shaved down to the top of her opening and on either side, leaving a narrow line of hair in the middle. As I looked, the first serious thoughts of what she'd feel like underneath me came to mind. But I dearly loved Shirley, so I shook my head, gave each thigh 1 more swat, and stood Sarah up.
"Sarah, you will ask Shirley about your shaving job tonight after your last spanking."
Sarah nodded, silently, so I continued. "You will having house cleaning tasks until Shirley gets home. You may put your t-shirt on, but take the rest of your clothes to the laundry room."
Sarah quickly obeyed and returned, seemingly glad to have her shirt back on. She kept glancing down at her legs as if wanting to be sure the shirt covered her privates. In fact, it covered as much as her shorts had but she knew I knew it was all she was wearing. "OK, what do you want me to clean?", she asked.
I still thought that keeping her embarrassed might be a more memorable punishment than the spankings, and I wanted something to get her to shape up long-term. "Hands on your head, Sarah", I said. She obeyed, looking worriedly at the hem of her shirt. "Elbows up." She whimpered a little as she obeyed, bringing the lowest of her surviving pubic hair into view. "Look me in the eye." She did, and then I looked back to her shirt hem. After 10 seconds I looked her in the eye again. Shame was all over her face and whe was crying again. "After you complete a cleaning task, you will return, assume that position, and ask me to inspect your work." She nodded. "Begin by sweeping the kitchen floor."
I knew I wouldn't get any serious reading done, so as Sarah started sweeping I picked up a magazine. My thoughts were still on Sarah and how to make her decide nothing like this evening's foolishness should ever be repeated. Soon she was back with her hands on her head. "Elbows up", I said before she could speak. She complied, then asked, "Can you come check the floor?"
I checked. "Dirt is still under the edges of the cabinets. Under the table. And right there in the middle of the floor. How could you miss what's in the middle?"
"I couldn't get it into the dust pan."
I looked hard at her. Either she was lying to me or no one had taught her the things I'd learned when I was 5 years old. Probably the latter. She didn't seem in any mood to get in more trouble. "Sweep what you can into the pan. Then pull it back and do it again. If you need, try another angle." She nodded. "This is a slip-shod job. When I tell you to do a job, you're to do it well. Sweeping is not difficult. Perhaps a reminder will help you do a better job. Turn around and touch your toes."
"Please, Joe ... ", Sarah started, but then obeyed. I turned her shirt up to reveal her round rump, still very red from the evening's punishment. I gave her 2 hard swats on each cheek and stepped back behind her.
"Will that be enough to get you to do a better job?", I asked.
"Yes, Joe!"
"Good. Stand, hold your shirt above your waist and turn around."
Sarah obeyed and I got a pair of clothes pins and pinned the shirt up. Her entire hips, bottom, and pubic area were on display.
"Now", I said, "you will sweep again. This time you will do a better job. When you finish, come ask me to inspect."
"OK", Sarah said, and grabbed the broom.
A few minutes later she was back, hands on head, asking me to inspect her work. I looked her over first as she stood bare from her belly-button to her toes. Her tan thighs wore pink splotches where I'd punished them but contrasted sharply with the narrow area her bikini bottom covered when she tanned.
I motioned her toward the kitchen and followed her in. Her bottom remained dark red.
"The floor looks better. Good job. You seem to work better with your rump bare. Shall I leave it that way?"
"No, please! Let me unpin my shirt!"
"Alright, you may. But each job you do, if you do a slip-shod job of it, I'll spank you and you'll redo it with your shirt pinned up."
For the next hour I assigned her various tasks - sweeping other floors, cleaning the bathroom, mopping floors - and she did most right the first time, some right the second time with a bare spanked rump.
I saved the living room for last, intending to intensify Sarah's embarassment right before Shirley returned.
"Sarah", I said. "Your next task is dusting the living room. You will get the duster for the cieling fan, and work down from there. You will dust the horizontal surfaces and finally the baseboard." I waited a moment looking toward her shirt hem, then looked her in the eye again. "Begin."
"OK", she answered and went to get the long-handled duster. When she returned she began with that fan, stretching to reach it well enough to dust well. Catching me watching as she stretched, she glanced down at the shirt hem that rose well up her hips. "Joe, do you have to watch me like that?"
"Oh, I thought you were wanting me watching", I answered. "I tried other corrections tonight, but you insisted on getting your shorts off for a real spanking. I wouldn't deprive you now!"
Sarah muttered something and dusted faster. I knew I'd find enough she'd have to repeat it, but that was up to her. Soon she was dusting the lamps and end tables, then the baseboard. Her shirt rode up over her bottom as she dusted low and she jerked it back down as she stood and asked me to inspect her work.
I rose, swiped a finger across a fan blade, and shook my head. I swiped another finger across an end table, behind the lamp. Again I came up with dust.
I turned back to Sarah and her eyes fell. "Pin your shirt up." She did. "Turn and touch your toes." With her red buttocks presented I stepped beside her and laid on 4 more swats, hard and slow. I then stepped back to my chair behind her and waited 30 seconds. "Stand, place your hands on your head, and face me", I said at last. She obeyed.
"Please, Joe, just give me my last spanking and let me get dressed! I'll finish cleaning better when I'm dressed!"
"No, you've been cleaning better wearing less. You couldn't clean one pan with your shorts on. And you've done your best sweeping and dusting with your vagina bare. Now dust this room."
"OK", she answered, and started. She dusted the fan facing away from me. I knew she was missing more dust, but she'd learn! She squatted as she dusted the end table and coffee table, but had to get down on her knees to reach to the baseboard between the end table and the sofa. She glanced back at me nervously. Seeing me watching her intently, she muttered again and dusted.
Standing up, she looked over her shoulder and said, "I'm done."
"Face me like I told you to", I said.
She obeyed with a fresh tear in each eye. "Why are you embarrassing me like this? I've never been so ashamed in all my life!" She partly crossed her legs and glanced nervously down at her bare vagina, but she kept it toward me.
"Sarah, I gave you several chances to clean up without punishment or with less punishment." My voice softened toward her since she seemed penitent. "You wouldn't do it. You're so headstrong ... there's no limit to what you'll try to get by with! Spankings are only keeping you in line if we give you 2 really good ones each week. I'll talk with Shirley about other ideas. For tonight cleaning half naked AND getting spanked is mostly working. So you're staying bare until we finish your punishment."
I rose from my chair.
"You tried so hard to face away from me that you barely dusted this half of the fan." I swiped my finger across the blade and showed her. I had to look a little more but I found an area of baseboard she'd missed too. "I just pinned up your shirt and gave you 4 swats and you still did a slip-shod job. I will give you 8 with the belt naked. Remove your shirt."
She pulled the shirt off in record time, her breasts bouncing as she did. But she had gone into a full sob. "Please, Joe, not the belt. Please paddle me instead!"
"Not paddling tonight. 4 with the belt if you're good. Turn and grab your ankles."
"I'll be good!", she said taking her position. "Please no extras!"
I looked her bottom over as I removed my belt again, slowly this time. Her bottom was very red, but not bruising. Her slender thighs were just pink, slightly open where they met her round buttocks. I would have seen a bit of pubic hair there if she hadn't shaved.
I stepped to her left side. Her slender back heaved slowly as she sobbed, several ribs showing. Her breasts swung in time with her sobs. I was being kind of hard on her, but she'd earned every bit of it.
"Hold still. Any swats you cover up or pull away from will earn you 2 extra."
With that I rolled just a little of my belt around the buckle leaving the light end 30 inches long and drew my arm back. I brought the belt across the middle of her bottom with 6 inches wrapping onto her right hip.
"Owwww!", she shreaked and wiggled both legs, but kept her hold on her ankles.