Sarah Cooks -- finishing the story

[sgtjoe]

For the first part of this story as well as the characters' introduction, please see http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2326

That stroke of the belt left a dark inch-wide stripe across Sarah's bottom. As she howled, Sarah wiggled her legs tantalizingly, but kept her fingertips on her toes.

For the second stroke, I unwrapped my belt and held it by the buckle so I could use its full length. 45 seconds after the first stroke, the second fell. I angled it over the lower 1/3 of her left cheek, high on her right thigh, and wrapping all the way around it. As the tip cracked on the front of Sarah's right thigh, she shot upright, both hands grabbing the burning area.

"Joe, not my legs!", Sarah wailed.

I grabbed both her wrists as I turned her to face me fully. I put her hands behind her head and held both wrists together with my left hand.

"Sarah, unlike the paddle, the end of the belt can be safely used on any bare inch of skin. You're well-positioned for your extra swats to be on an area I've never spanked if I just roll up my belt a little."

Sarah's face went white as I looked down her body. "Please! Whip my ass! Or my legs! But not ..."

"Not what?"

"Not my ... my front!"

"You've had the fronts of your legs spanked before. Is that what you're worried about?" I wasn't done embarrassing her!

"I mean, don't whip my ...". Her legs shifted. "...my pussy."

"OK", I said, settling my eyes on her left nipple.

"Or my breasts!"

Still holding her wrists, I bent her forward until her head was a little below my crotch and just a couple inches in front of me. I would need a woman's attention tonight, but this wasn't the woman!

I looked down her back to the tops of those round cheeks. I brought the belt down with an overhand stroke. the middle of the belt stung the top of Sarah's right butt cheek. Though I couldn't see it, I knew the end had gone about half way down her right thigh.

Sarah let out a long "OOOWWWW!" and wiggled, but made no attempt to get away. I drew back my belt and in 15 seconds brought an overhand stroke down, aiming for the middle this time.

"Oh God, Joe! Oh God, Joe!", she cried.

"Let's hope you kept your legs together", I answered. "Those were your 2 extra swats. Now grab your ankles and I'll finish."

Sarah grabbed her ankles as soon as I released her wrists and I stepped around behind her to check results before delivering the last 2 swats. Her legs had been together and had stopped the tip of the belt from find more sensitive areas. Still, the stroke down the middle left a bright stripe over some rarely-punished flesh. It would not be quickly forgotten.

I stepped to Sarah's right side this time. I was not as well practiced with back-hand strokes with the belt but soon had a stripe across the lower portion of her buttocks and a welt on her left hip where the tip had gone.

Sarah's whole body quivered, but she held her position. Almost a minute later a I delivered the final swat, trying to mirror the second. My belt angled across the lower 1/3 of her right cheek, down her left thigh, and wrapping around to punish the front.

"Oohhh!", Sarah shrieked as she wiggled her legs faster. But she held onto her ankles.

I returned to my seat and took another long look at her quivering body. Her thighs danced as much as they could without shifting her feet and nipples jiggled in time.

After a couple minutes I ordered her up. "Stand, place your hands on your head and turn around." Sarah obeyed, revealing nearly matching welts on her thighs. They brought my eyes back to her mostly bare vagina where I allowed them to linger for a few more seconds. After looking her slowly up and down a few more times I spoke again. "Are you ready to do a thorough job dusting?"

"Yeah. Can I put my shirt back on?"

"No, you will work naked. If you do another sloppy job, you're that much more ready for further instruction."

She nodded, glancing at the belt still in my hand. "I'll do better, Joe."

"Good. Begin. And be sure to get that ceiling fan this time!"

Sarah began on my side of the fan so she could face away from me, but worked her way slowly around until she faced me. As she stretched to dust all parts of the fan, the lines of her slender 19-year-old body screamed "female!".

Sarah met my eye briefly and moved her left hand quicly over her vagina.

"Move your hand. You do not have the privilege of covering your body."

She obeyed but stopped dusting for a minute. "Why, Joe? Why should I be naked for you? Why should you get to stare at my pussy?"

"Your embarrassment, your shame at being naked, is an important part of your punishment. The goal of your punishments is to make your undisciplined attitudes and actions so thoroughly unpleasant that you learn to discipline yourself. I could make it as unpleasant while leaving your panties on if I used my belt more. But I'd leave more welts and bruises and probably be less effective. In that case you'd still have some meager protection. Standing there now, not permitted to hide or cover your shaved labia, you've surrendered your protections. You feel pretty helpless, don't you?"

Sarah nodded, her head hanging.

"That's part of your punishment. It would be quite inappropriate for a minor, but you're a woman, both legally and experientially."

She shifted uneasily at the reference to her sexual experience.

"Now finish dusting."

Sarah nodded and resumed her work. Soon she was done with the fan and the coffee table and working on the baseboard again. She bent gracefully, her red rump showing me every angle as she worked around the room, the stripes on her thighs slowly fading and her large creamy breasts jiggling. In a few minutes she was standing in front of me again.

"I'm done dusting, Joe. Please check my work."

"Elbows up, Sarah." She obeyed showing her breasts to best effect. "Do you think you did a better job this time?"

"I did. I know I did."

"I know you did too", I answered, smiling. "I don't really have to check. I saw you do a good job. Now do that well on the rest of your work and your bottom will get a rest until Shirley returns."

Sarah nodded and I continued. "Next you'll vacuum in here."

"OK, can I put my shirt on?"

Before I could answer we heard the garage door opener. Shirley was home. "I guess not. After your spanking remember to ask Shirley about your shaving job."

I met Shirley at the door from the garage. I kissed her hard and grabbed her with both hands at her waist. "Hey, good lookin', how was your evening?"

She grinned. Shirley always liked it when I showed passion. Well, almost always. And she enjoyed it this evening. "It just got better, Seargent!"

She sighed and hung her purse on a coat hook. "I believe most of what the speakers were saying ... but ... my they get worked up! It's the same stuff we hear every 4 years. We'll nominate a good candidate and have a good set at state level, but I don't see why they get quite so worked up."

"Yeah, well, that's the game", I answered. I had been looking my wife over. She was wearing one of those skirt suits or whatever they call them. The tan skirt was well above the knee but the outfit included a matching jacket. I thought it was an odd combination of sexy and powerful.

"Let's improve this just a little", I said and removed the jacket. Her top was sleeveless and had 2 buttons unbuttoned showing a little cleavage. "Another button", I said.

"Gonna be a good night, huh?", she said as she unfastened it.

In answer I wrapped my right arm around her shoulders and slipped my left hand under her short skirt all the way up to her bottom. I bent my wife of 7 years back and kissed her hard between her breasts. My left hand cupped her bottom, feeling a couple little straps but mostly bare flesh. She was in her thong and garter belt. I steped back.

"Yeah, a good evening's coming, girl!"

"I can't wait! So, I haven't seen Sarah. Was she good?"

I rolled my eyes and waved Shirley to the living room.

Shirley stepped in and saw Sarah standing as instructed facing the doorway we entered with her hands on her head.

"Not so good, huh?", Shirley said, then turned sharply to me. "Joe, you?"

I shook my head to cut her off. "Sarah, tell your sister why you're being punished tonight."

"Shirley, I burned the mac and cheese and Joe's been spanking ..."

"Stop!", I said. "Tell the story straight. Lying will get you the belt. A full spanking with the belt."

Sarah started again. "I burned the mac and cheese. And then I didn't clean the pan the way Joe said. He spanked my legs and made me work topless. And then I really fucked up ... ah messed up ... and I damaged your pan and Joe gave me 2 real spankings and he embarrassed the shit out of me"

"Stop!", I said again. "That's 2 cusswords in 20 seconds. Turn around and touch your toes."

"Joe, please!", she said as she turned.

"Certainly", I said quickly and gave her the first swat before she was even in position.

"No, I mean", she started.

"No, you take your swats. That's what I mean."

Sarah touched her toes and I gave her 6 hard fast swats, 4 on her red rump and 1 on each thigh.

I stepped back next to Shirley who was shaking her head. "Stubborn!", she mouthed to me. I nodded.

"Alright, Sarah. Turn around and finish telling Shirley why you're being punished."

She obeyed, assuming the hands-on-head position she knew so well.

"Well, I damaged you're pan. Joe gave me 2 spankings and said I had another coming when you came home."

"And he made you stand there naked the whole time?", Shirley asked. "Is there more to this story?"

"Yeah, I mean, no I didn't just stand here. Joe made me clean all over the house in just my t-shirt and when I didn't do good enough he pinned it above my hips and spanked me more. I messed up twice here in the living room and the second time he spanked me with his belt and made me finish naked."

"I see." Shirley was learning to take charge pretty well. "So after a spanking you could sweep or dust better than before one?" Sarah didn't answer and Shirley continued. "You knew how to do the job but were too lazy or stubborn to do it right under you got your butt smacked again."

Shirley turned to me. "Is that about right?" I nodded and she asked, "so what's her last spanking for?"

"The damage to your pan. You have a right to see that one. Sarah, do you have anything to say before your next spanking?"

"It's my last isn't it?", she asked.

"The last I have planned. No promises. Turn and touch your toes."

She did and the red glow of her bottom caused Shirley to shake her head again. I stepped to Sarah's left side and reached across her to lay my left hand on the right side of her back just above the waist. Her body shook softly as she began to sob. "This will be the best spanking of the evening, Sarah. Hold still for it. Any extra swats will be with the paddle or belt." Without waiting for a reply I brought my right palm down with full force on the middle of her left cheek. 2 seconds later I struck center and in 3 more seconds on the middle of the right. I gave 5 sets left, middle, right across the same 5-inch swath of her tender buttocks, then I paused.

"Ooohh", Sarah sobbed as I surveyed her glowing bottom. She knew that when I paused at the end I would finish on a somewhat more tender area. I wouldn't disappoint her this time.

"You will remain in position until I tell you to stand", I reminded the sobbing girl as crossed to her left side. I laid my right palm on the center of her buttocks allowing my fingers to hang down to the curve where her thighs met her bottom. I glanced at Shirley who mouthed an "ow". I raised a questioning eyebrow and she nodded.

I raised my hand and brought it down fast, including wrist action as I finished the stroke. Sarah squealed as my fingertips chastened the tender inner underside of her cheeks. She bent her legs slightly but came right back into position. I gave her the last 3 about a second apart on the same spot. Sarah's squeal became an extended shriek. I took a long look down at her bare back, heaving as she sobbed, then walked over by Shirley. I let Sarah hold her position another minute, noticing the last area I had spanked was definitely pink.

"Stand, place your hands behind your head, and turn around." Sarah obeyed. "Elbows up. Now, you have something to ask your sister about."

Sarah's chest heaved a couple more times and she licked her lips. "Shirley, I shaved. Is that OK?"

"Well, come show me", was the answer. Definitely not what Sarah wanted to hear!

Shirley sat down on the sofa and Sarah came to stand in front of her. "Joe, have you had a good look at this?"

"Good enough", I answered. But Shirley motioned to a spot beside her and I joined her.

"He already made me show him", Sarah said. "He embarrassed the crap out of me, making me come up close. Shirley, please don't let him do that to me again!" As she spoke, she was clenching and unclenching her bottom, probably trying to ease its pain. The result was that thrusting and withdrawing the very shaved area she was so embarrassed for me to see.

"I'm not in charge here, Sarah. If I ask Joe to do or not do something, he usually does what I ask. But that's as far as it goes. Tell me exactly what Joe did that you want me to ask him not to do."

"Oh, just drop it", Sarah answered.

"No", Shirley answered. "You said Joe did something inappropriate. What?"

"Hmm, Shirley, just ... ouch!"

Shirley had delivered a quick back-hand swat to the fronts of Sarah's thighs. "Answer me."

"Well, he made me stand like this."

"And when you wouldn't keep your hands out of the way", I said, "what happened?"

"He pulled me over his knee face-up and spanked my legs up almost to ... almost all the way."

"Did he touch your pus .. ah vagina?", Shirley asked.

"No."

"Your nipples?"

"No."

"Your anus?"

"No."

"Then stop complaining. Now, why did you shave?", Shirley asked.

"I don't know. I wanted to wear those shorts and I don't know. Do I have to ask you permission for everything?"

I interrupted. "If it's not obvious that you may do something, you ask permission. So, should a girl in Sarah's situation be allowed to shave her vagina? Required to? I leave it to your judgement, Shirley."

Shirley was hesitating. "Sarah, I am not pleased you felt like wearing shorts so short you needed to shave. Especially home alone with Joe. And that you would do something to draw attention to your sexual parts when you know you'll be undressed in front of us. Just what were you thinking?!"

"I didn't think! I just wanted to wear the sexy shorts because I like to feel sexy. It's not like you're saying it! Honest!"

Shirley looked sternly into her sister's eyes, down to the remaining pubic hair and back to Sarah's face again.

"You're going to punish me, aren't you?", Sarah asked. Then she rushed on. "Please, tomorrow, not now. My butt's been stinging all night!"

"OK, I'll wait until tomorrow. I need to decide what's appropriate", Shirley answered. "Go get your PJ's on."

As Sarah started to leave I stopped her. "One thing, Sarah. When Shirley punishes you tomorrow, you must obey her perfectly. For the slightest disobedience during your punishment, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Joe. I'll take my whuppin' from Shirley tomorrow."

"Good girl. Now do as you were told."

As Sarah's red bottom disappeared toward her bedroom, I turned back to Shirley. "She didn't do anything particularly enticing. I don't think she was trying to lure me. If she were, she could have made that explicit to try to bargain out of some of her punishment ... but she made no attempt."

"What would you have done if she had?"

Shirley was concerned, I saw, and I didn't blame her.

"I would have belted her immediately and again after you came home and sentenced her to beltings morning and evening for a week. Something like that must be handled very seriously." I waited for a response, but when I got none I continued. "So what will you do to her?"

"I don't know."

"What does shaving do for her? Does it make her feel immature? Sexy? Vulnerable? Naughty?"

"I'm trying to figure out."

"Well, when I shaved you, what did that do for you?"

Shirley blushed a little and answered slowly. "Well, at first I found it quite humiliating. The first few days it made me think of the punishment you gave me when you first said you'd keep me shaved for a month."

"But only at first. What about later in the month?"

"Well, I started noticing that you fingered me more ... and so it started seeming pretty sexy."

"Hmm, maybe we should try some of that again!" I pushed Shirley's skirt as high up her thighs as her position on the sofa would permit and ran my fingers up her inner thigh to press on the front of her thong.

"Joe!", she protested, wiggling a little.

"Oh, you're protesting my touch are you?!" Shirley saw the playful light in my eyes and played along.

"Uh oh, I was naughty!", she answered with mock sorrow.

By this time I'd practically forgotten we didn't have the house to ourselves. Apparently Shirley had too.

"Up! Skirt off!", I said.

Shirley complied, showing mock contrition. Her tan thigh-high hose ended just in time to show off the most tempting part of her creamy thighs. The tan lacy thong invited a second look to see if it was even there. I licked my lips as I looked at her bare hips -- adding just enough curve above smooth thighs and below a slender waist to drive a man insane. Shirley raised her white shirt above the top of her thong and wiggled her hips.

In another second I had her across my lap and the fingers of my right hand on her right cheek. I drew my hand back and brought down a sharp swat, but with only my fingertips. It should have given a very light but sudden sting. I brought it down again on her left cheek, then pulled my hand back. She had two very slightly pink areas on her creamy, almost bare bottom.

"There, that's for a naughty girl!", I said. I stood her in front of me again. "So, did you learn ..."

Shirley's shocked look cut me off. I looked where she was looking to see Sarah standing in the doorway trying not to giggle.

"Umm, yeah, we're not alone here", I said lamely.

Shirley grabbed for her skirt, then just laughed and tossed it on the sofa. "Well, sister, you've seen me undressed before. And now you've seen me spanked!"

"So was that your worst spanking Joe ever gave you", Sarah asked, giggling.

"No! Not by a long shot", was the honest answer.

"Um ... ", Sarah turned serious. "I came to say I'm sorry, Shirley. I fu .. ah ... messed up bad tonight and ruined your stuff and ... I'm sorry."

Shirley and Sarah met half way and hugged. This time it was Shirley's hips that were bare while Sarah was clothed, and I liked the look.

"I forgive you, Sarah. Please, stop acting up when you've acted up just a little!"

"Yeah", Sarah answered. She looked toward me. "Joe, I was a real brat and I'm sorry."

I stood up and joined the ladies. "I forgive you too, Sarah." I wrapped my left arm around her shoulders in a half-hug -- the closest I really thought I could get to a young woman under my discipline but not ... my woman. My other arm went around Shirley's shoulders ... and down to her waist ... and hips.

After we said a little more we all said "Good night" and Shirley and I were alone again in the living room. My right hand cupped her right bottom cheek. "Now get that sexy rump in the bedroom before we get surprised worse!"

Shirley giggled and pulled away as I gave her a little pinch. She led the way to the bedroom and I followed, just far enough back to watch every move of her bottom.

[sgtjoe]

Readers, what should Shirley's decision be about Sarah's shaving job? Especially women ... if you were in Shirley's shoes, what would you say?

Thanks!