The Apple and The Tree

[OTKLogan]

This is in a series of real life spankings I've administered in my life. Lisa was one of the women who wasn't in to spanking from what I could tell back then. You'll read about this one now. But in reality, I gave her another one at her request. That will be covered later. Until then, enjoy this one.


As some of you may know, I owned a nightclub for about 10 years. During those years there have been waitresses and bartenders who've come and gone.Dozens and dozens of them.

Lisa was a special girl. She had all the right elements. She was beautiful but not in the classic sense. She was tall, thin and had a very cute overbite. She was well-educated and well-spoken. She loved to party.
A bit too much on occassion.

When she was working her shift, no one was any better. She hustled and made a lot of money for me and for herself. We were very close. She helped me open one of my clubs and it took off big time. We were all making money. Everyone was happy. I helped her through heartbreaks and bad hair nights. There were many intimate conversations over Couvoisier including one year her indecision of whether she was gay or just bisexual. But that's another story.

Lisa was an only chld. Her parents adored her. Spoiled her rotten. The reason for that overbearing attention was they had Lisa when they were in their late 40's. Guilt. Knowing they weren't going to be around forever. Hell, she was 26 when she worked for me and they were already in their 60.

Like I just said, the new club was rockin' and rollin' and the money was flowin'. i was packed every night. This particular week, Lisa was schedule Thursday through Saturday night. Huge nights for me. Big tip nights for the waitresses and bartenders.

That Thursday night, the line outside the club started at 8pm. The buzz inside the club was palpable with energy and excitement. Everyone was getting their stations ready except Lisa.

She was late. Very unusual for her so it was business as usual until around 9 o'clock. She was still a no-show. As a matter of fact, she didn't show up at all. No call. No message. No show. I figured because I was a girl down on the floor (figuratively) I lost about $500. But I was more concerned for Lisa.

I called her apartment that morning when we closed. And then again, in the morning. Nothing. I got a call from her mother.She was worried.She couldn't get in touch with LIsa. Had I heard from her? Talk about an ackward postion to be in. I was honest and said I haven't heard from her but I was expecting to see her that night. I calmed her mom down as much as I could. It wasn't easy.

Friday night exploded. The Fire Marshalls were in full force. Capacity from open to close. I didn't plan on Lisa not showing up two nights in a row. I should've. She didn't show for a second night in a row and now everyone was concerned. She didn't call anyone. Not her parents. Not her best friend. Not Logan.

I'll cut to the chase. Lisa didn't show up all weekend. Her parents were now frantic. But for them, this wasn't something new. She had gone for days before without calling and the mere fact that she showed up at all gave her parents amnesia of how upset they were without her around.

Sunday nights were usually mellow. Everyone needed a rest. I had a skeletal crew. Some nights we closed early. This was one of those nights. Around midnight, there were about a dozen people in the club. We made the announcement of "last round". No one was particularly pissed about that so everyone was in "let's get the hell out of here" mode. As Gabe and the crew left, I was locking the back door, I heard my name being called from the front of the club.

"Logan? Are you still here? a familiar voice called out.

It was LIsa.

She looked incredible. Tanned. Eyes glistening. She had a gauze blouse on with tight jeans and sandals. Her hair was sunstreaked.

"Where the hell have you been?" My normal hug and greeting dissolved in my anger.

"i know. I know, Logan. I feel really bad. I do. I just got caught up with everything. But now I'm back." She said in a ta da pose.

I strided toward her. "Look, this isn't about me. It's about the people you work with but more important it's about your parents. Jesus, LIsa, they are worried sick. Have you called them?"

"I just left their house. They're fine. My mom was upset and my dad, my dad, he was very emotional."

"You mean he was crying. Because he didn't know if his daughter was in the hospital, in jail, or dead. Of course, he's upset, Lisa. A lot of people care about you but you don't seem to care about anyone but yourself."

"Logan, do I stlll have a job? I am sorry. It won't happen again. I'll tell you what happened." She stammered.

"You know, LIsa, I could care less why you decided to abondon your life here and go on some selfish adventure. I wish you wouldn't have told me about your father. Do have any idea what kind of impact this has had on him?"

She just looked at the floor.

"I'm not sure if you have a job, Lisa. I am so pissed about this whole thing. I'm not sure if I should fire you but what I am sure of is you need a good spanking for putting your parents and your friends through all of this. I'm sure your father would do it if he wasn't so old." I said walking back to my office.

"You're right." Lisa said as her sentence echoed through the empty club.

"What?" Her declaration froze me in stride.

"You're right. I need to be punished. I've needed it for a long time. I got away with murder my whole life because I knew my partens would never do anything about it." she confessed.
"Well, you know what, Lisa, I'm going to call your bluff and I I will do something about it." I walked to her and took her by the upper arm. "It's time someone showed you how much they cared, LIsa."

There was a VIP lounge just off the left my office. Very private. Insalated. I walked her into the small cove.

"Logan, I know. But please don't take down my pantyhose. Please....I......."

Whatever thought was in her head flew out of it as she flew over my knee. I started with solid swats to her bulging jeans. Her cheeks didn't give the fabric any room to breath. I watched as her bottom flattened and bubbled after each intense smack.

"Ow, Logan, not so hard, I'm sorry. I am. Owwwwwww, oooh, Logan......I won't......."

I contintued to slap her well-shaped bottom until I thought she was tenderized. "Lift up."

"What" she asked as she craned her neck back to look at me.


"Lift your hips up."

She did what she was told. I reached in front of her flat stomach and unsnapped her jeans. They were tight. It took a good 20 seconds to get them to the back of her knees.

Lisa had fleshtone pantyhose on. I could she her once-white bottom splotched with red handprints.

"You needed this years ago, Lisa. I'm going to make sure you don't think of doing this again."

From the first sharp stinging slap her hips bounced over my knee. The only thing between my calloused palm and her tender cheeks was a thin film of nylon. No protection at all.

"Oh, ooowwwwwww, Logan, dammit, that hurts. Really. Please. I can't take any more. I really can't. I'm sorry. I am. Please don't spank me any more. I'll be good. I will......yyiiiieeeeeeeee, oh noooooo.....You're serious about this, aren't you. Look....I thought....you were only.....oh, holy Christ.....OWWWWWW..."

I didn't hear anything else after that. I was focused. Determined. This woman was going to be well-spanked and disciplined when I was through.

Lisa pounded her fists against the arm of the couch and arched her back. "I won't do it again.......I WON'T....LOGAN.......PLEEEEASSSEEEEEE......OH NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

I was getting my point across but this little girl needed to learn to never disrepsect me or her parents again. Down came the pantyhose.

"LOGANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN, NO, NOT ON MY BARE...........BOT........."

"Who do you think you're yelling at girl?" SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!

SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!

"I hope this teaches you a lesson, girl." SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!SMACK!!!!!!!!

"It did. I did, I'm so sorry. Naaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh......I'll be goood......booooohhhhoooooahhhhhhhh......I'm sorry, Logan........."

From then till the time I stopped there no more words. Just sobs, sniffles, groans and yelps. Lisa kicked off her jeans. Her pantyhose were worked down to her calves. Her bottom was now an angry crimson that looked like the top of her hips were on fire.

I stopped and surveyed my handiwork. I palmed her spanked cheeks. They were 4 alarm hot.

"Ok. I't's ok. i think you may have learned you lesson. But if this ever happens again, I'll take off my belt and strap you raw, do you understand me?"

Lisa could only nod and eek out a "yes, sir, Logan. Oohhhhhhhh......(sniff, sniff)"

I gave her a minute to get herself together and then helped her to her feet. I grabbed her jeans while she stepped out of her pantyhose. I went to the bar to get her some napkins. When I returned she was looking over her shoulder and both hands were rubbing her flaming cheeks.

"Oooh, Logan, look at my butt. It is so hot." she said looking me in the eyes and thanking me with each blink.

"I know, baby, I know." I said as she walked over and hugged me tightly and let loose with more tears. Cathartic? or Painful? I think a bit of both.

I held her tightly and waited for the storm of guilt and contrition to pass.

I kissed the top of her forehead. "Lisa, I'm sorry I had to do that but it had to be done. You had to be reigned in. And I hope you understand I did it for as much for your parents as I did for me and you."

She wipe her tears and said: "I completely understand and for some weird reason, I feel clean. Or cleansed. I feel lighter. Like a weight was lifted. Is that strange?"

"You're asking the wrong guy, Lisa. I just know what a girl like you needs and I am only happy to give it to you when you need it."

We both shared a laugh. I handed her the jeans. She stepped into them and grimaced as the rough denim touched her raw cheeks. " Ow ow ow ow ow ow, Logan, I don't know if I can put these on. Ooooh."

"Darlin', I'm afraid you're going to have to. At least to you get to the car."

She jumped into them and yelped once more then exhaled. "Logan, thank you. And if I ever do anything like this again, please step in take care of me."

"Sweet girl, I most certainly will. Now go home take care of that five-alarm fire back there then go to your parents and apologize to them."

"Yes, sir, Logan, I will." Lisa puntuated her appreciation with a kiss on my cheek.

I watched her walk out of the club with her hands rubbing the back of her filled out jeans.

The next night, I was in my office doing the dreaded payroll and schedule someone knocked on my door. It was strange because no one ever knocks.

"Come in." I bellowed.

A talll, older woman who was strikingly beautiful walked into my office. I knew who she was right away. I stood up and walked over to her.

"Mr. Logan?"

"No, Mr. Logan was my father. I'm just Logan. You must be Lisa's mom." I said with confidence.

"I am, call me Betty." She sat across from me. This was one beautiful woman.

"Can I get you anything?" I started to get up.

She shook her head. "No. I just wanted to stop by and thank you for all you did for Lisa."

I didn't know if I heard her correctly.

"I'm sorry, Betty, what did you say?"

"I said, thank you. We both know what I"m talking about, Logan. And I appreciate it and so does Lisa. You mean a lot to her. You are a very important figure in her life. You knew her father and I were older when we had her and when she was growing up we let her run wild and free. Something we regretted much later. But when she met you she became more responsible. Of course, she has her lapses and this time I thnk she finally 'got it'." She said with a broad smile.

"I guess you could say that." I said self-counsciously scratching my head


"Logan, I know exactly what happened last night. Lisa came by the house this morning and told me all about it. Actually, showed me, too."

"What?????"

"Lisa and I are extremely close, Logan. There is little I don't know about my daughter. And, truth be told, the apple doesn't far from the tree. In comparison, Lisa is a complete angel compared to her mother. One of the main reasons I got married so late in life was because of my wild and wicked ways. Yes, Logan, I made Lisa look like a nun in many instances. My only wish is that I had a man like you in my life back then. I could've used what you gave my Lisa last night on more than one occassions."

I was stunned.

"So, my first reason, is to thank you. My second reason isn't so simple. And, please, let this be between you and I. Here goes. Do you think you could ever take care of a woman my age if I need that type of attention as Lisa?"

"Could I what? Do you mean? The sp...what I did to...you know what I did, right?" I Porky Pigged.

"Like I just said, I know and saw what you did. Simple question, Logan. Could you?"

Could I? Hmmmmmm.

The question for you, dear readers, is did I?

[sweachus]

I certainly hope so. I love stories where more mature women are soundly spanked.

Spence

[flaman38]

Nicely done. Good story.

[babygirl]

Logan, another wonderful story and another one i wish i was in her place. Keep them coming....

[f-needsit]

Oh, I am SURE you could!

[sgtjoe]

My favorite of your stories!

[roseofsharon1]

Loved it! Thanks for sharing it with us. I look forward to reading more.

[Often123]

You would, you could, and you did, right? Great story as usual, Logan. Keep them coming.