Room For Discipline: DJ OTK

[OTKLogan]

While we're on the subject of real life spankings, here is one that happened a long time ago. At one time, I was a DJ at a local club. I was the entertainment between the live bands. It's was fun. I made $100 cash and I was surrounded by hot girls. But none of them are the subject of this blog.

It was Joanie. She was about 26 years old. Blond. Very cute. Boardering on beautiful. About 5'3". Joanie had large breasts. Those why attracted so many people to her. Large, round, perfectly pert boobies on a small frame. What's not to love?

Joanie was the receptionist at the hotel where I was working. It had a popular restaurant and night club that were packed every night.

I met Joanie when I first arrived at the club and we flirted the way young girls do and horny young men do.

But when she turned to go into the back of the check-in area that first night, I got my first glimpse of a bottom that actually swung in rhythm to whatever music there was in the air. Amazing. Two ample cheeks swaying to and fro. Breathtaking.

About two weeks went by and we had our small talk about school, work, blah blah blah. We enjoyed each other's company whle she was slow at the desk and I was in between sets. Joanie flirted with every man who walked by because every man was mesmerized by Joanie

One night I went out to find her but she wasn't there. The same receptionist who worked the day shift was still at the desk. Steaming.

"Where's Joanie?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I'm tired of this and I'm going to tell Sully about it." Sullly was the manager of the hotel. A helluva night guy and a sucker for the women but he ran a tight ship.

"This is the third time in the last two weeks, Logan" That was Carl. More feminie than Joanie in his theatrics but he did have a point.

As if on cue, Joanie appeared out of breath. 'Oh, Carl, I am so sorry. I really am. I dont have an excuse. I was working out and got distracted."

Carl just stood up and pushed out is hand in front of his face. "Enough with the excuses. I have to report this to Sully. My man is waiting in the car and he's not going to be happy with me being late."

Joanie ran to him and stood in front of him: 'Carll, please dont tell Sully. I won't be late again. I promise. Look, I'll take a double next weekend. I will. I know you wanted to go away but couldn't because of the schedule. I'll do it so you can take a long weekend. Just don't tell Sully."

"You'll do that? A double?" Carl's eyes lit up. "Ok, ok, you've got a deal. But now more lateness from here on in. Ok, J-girl?" Carl said embracing the desparate girl.

"Thank you, Carl. Thanks a lot." Joanie said in relief.

Carl skipped out of the hotel leaving me and Joanie standing at the check-in. "Oh damn, that was close." she said waving her hands back and forth in front of her face.

"Why the hell are you always late? That's not cool at all." I admonished.

"Oh, what's the big deal? Look at it. No one comes in here at this time. He's a drama queen. I had things to do." Joanie said blowning off the entire ordeal. "He'll get over it."

"I'm sure he will. You're going to give him a free weekend. At least he can look forward to that." I said eyeing her round, firm cheeks stretching against her tight skirt as she bounced behind the desk.

"What? Seriously? There's no way I'm working a double. I'll call in sick for the first eight hours and tell them I'll be in later. He'll look like the idiot by not being here in the first place." she said hanging up her jacket.

Now the fullness of her breasts were prominent. This was a woman who knew what she had and used it to every advantage. "Besides, if he tells Sully, all I have to do is come into that meeting with a low-cut top and tight jeans. I'll have Sully eating out of my hands. If Carl doesn't watch out I'll have Sully kick his fairy ass out of here." She said popping a mint into her perfect mouth.

"You are a piece of work.You're lucky i'm not Carl." I said as I walked back to the club.

After my set, I went out to the hotel and Joanie was sitting at her desk looking bored.

"Hey there, what's up?" I said.

"I wish I was in there partying. I love your choice of music." She said standing up presenting her glorious body.

"Thanks. It's an hot crowd in there."

How could such a hot girl be such a bitch?

"What did you mean when you said that I was lucky you weren't Carl?" her face screwed up and she scrunched her perfect nose.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just different when it comes to that kind of stuff." I said as I fiddled with the brochures on the desk.

"What kind of stuff?" she askes as she put her hands on mine as to stop me from fiddling.

"The late thing. You, being a bit coy and screwing him by not showing up. I just don't tolerate that type of thing. But that's just me." I removed my hands from hers and resumed my fiddling.

"Tolerate it? What do you mean? Tell me." She said leaning into my personal space.

"Well, I'd put my foot down on the whole matter. I'd never go to Sully. I'd take matters in my own hands." I said as I picked up the brochures and shook them at her.

"What does that mean?" She said straightening up indignantly.

"It means I'd probably put you over my knee and give you the spanking you've needed your entire life." The brochures were placed back into their holder.

Her face flushed crimson. Small blotches of red punctuated her neck and chest.

"You'd what? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I'm serious. You're walking all over the poor guy. And you know it. What makes it worse is you know you're going to get away with it."

Joanie didn't say a word. Her face just got more red.

"Think about it. Is that the kind of woman you really want to be? If so, I feel sorry for you. I do." With that proclamation, I walked back to the club to get ready for my last set.

When my set was over, I packed up and started to walk out of the club. I was moving past Joanie and waved. "Have a good night."

"Hey, Logan, hold up. Can you come here for a second?" Joanie asked as she leaned over the check-in desk.

"Sure. What's up?"

"I was thinking about what you said before." Her eyes cast down to the desk.

"I said a lot of things before. What exactly are you talking about?" I knew what she was talking about . I just wanted to hear from her soft, sexy lips.

"About you're not like Carl and what you'd do. The...spanking thing." Her voice was more of a whisper.

"Yeah, I remember that. And I meant it. Why?" I got closer to her personal space.

"Because. Because. I don't want to be that type of woman any more. I never wanted to be that woman but nobody ever called me on it. And when you're used to doing it, you just keep doing it. You know? These girls get me free drinks, off of speeding tickets and practically anything I want." Her eyes directed me to her prized possesions.

I knew exactly what she was saying.

"Are you ready to finally grow up and take what's coming to you, Joanie?"

A noticable gulp bounced in her throat. "I...uh...I don't...I'm not....what do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. What time do you get off?"

She looked at the clock. Silence.

"Not a difficult question, Joanie. You do know what time you get off, don't you?"

She nodded. Her eyes never left the desk.

"Answer me. Tell me what time you leave here." My voice boomed out of my body into the hallway.

"In two hours. Two hours." she squeaked.

"Good. I'll be here. We'll take care of your problem then."

She looked up. Her breathing was more of a staccato exhale/inhale. Finally, she nodded.
"Don't be late." I said walking toward the door.

"Very funny." she shouted.

One hour and fifty-eight minutes later, I walked back to the desk.

Monica, Joanie's relief was already there. She used to have Joanie's shift but needed to change for her second job's schedule. Some people just have a great work ethic.

"Hey, Monica, how are you? Long time, no see." I said giving her a long embrace and quick peck.

"Oooh, Logan, you are still looking so good. What are you doing here so late?" she asked holding me and rocking.
"Where's Joanie?" I asked breaking the hug and looking around.

"Hmmmmmm, ok, I get it. Uh, she just left. If you go out there, you'll probably catch her." Monica motioned to the parking lot and let out a cackle.

"Thanks."

I shot out the front door and my eyes shot to the spot where the employees were delegated to park. There they were two bouncing cheeks walking in a short trot toward her car. I sprinted that way.

"Joanie! Hey! Wait!"

She looked over her should and her eyes showed me that I had caught her ready to blow off our "arrangement".

"Logan. Hey. Uh, I have to get going. I got a call and...."

"Stop it right now. You were ready to blow me off, weren't you? Do I look like a fool to you? Or do all men look like fools? Where do you get off?"

I wasn't a happy man.

"Logan, I'm sorry. I am. I don't know what's wrong with me. I really don't. Help me." she said as she walked toward me and buried her head into my shoulder. I gave her a quick hug then took her by the hand and said: "Let's go."

We got into my car and the fifteen minute drive moved along in deafening silence.

I was renting an old Victorian home from my great aunt. It was massive. I basically lived in 4 rooms. The others were on the second and third floor. But the privacy was fantastic. Especially for what was about to occur.

"We're here." I announced as I opened the car door and lead her out by the elbow.

As she walked through the front door and into the hallway, she looked like a tourist in New York moving her head back and forth and up and down. "Wow, Logan, this is some place." she gushed.

"Upstairs." I pointed.

I followed her juggling hips as she climbed to the second level of the home.

"Right turn." I motioned with my head.

When she walked into the room it was empty except for a straight backed, armless chair with a long-handled hairbrush that was placed on the seat. The brush was maple. About 15" long. During the time I left the hotel and the time I went back to pick Joanie up, I showered and decided where to punish the recalcitrant girl. This room was perfect.

"Oh. What?" She stopped. Her cheeks shook catching up the the rest of her body.

"Give me your coat." I demanded.

I took her coat and hung it on the back of the door. I walked toward her rolling up my shirt sleeve.

"Joanie, I'm not going to waste any more time." With that pronouncement I took her by the hand and sat on the chair. I put the brush down on the floor and guided her over my lap.

"Logan!" She said as her arms swam in the invisible ocean that surround the room. "You know, I was thinking, maybe we should talk about this....."

"No more talk, Joanie. It's time to pay attention." I lifted my arm and started her punishment.

My first swat landed on her right cheek and I felt the fullness of her bottom. I kept it there for a few seconds. Her leg kicked up. I pulled her toward me and held her in place.

For the next two solid minutes, I gave Joanie Mead a hard and determined hands spanking over a very thin skirt.

"Ow. oh, Logan, yipe! dear Jesus, that hurts, Logan. Owwww....ok. I learned. Ooooh." she gasped.

"You haven't learned anything, Joanie." My hand reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it back over her hips. White cotton panties framed two round wobbling cheeks. Her hips were chewing back and forth to eleviate the initial sting of her hand spanking.
"Now, you're lesson is going to begin." I inserted my fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked down with purpose.

"OH NO, LOGAN., NO NO NO NO......." Her legs bicycled as if she was ahead in the Tour De France and on her way to the finish line.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP.....

And so it went for the next three minutes. A grown woman's first spanking echoed throught this cavernous house in a symphonic melding of screeches, ouches, groans, yips, owwwws, and ooooohs, my private opera.

"Logan, please, stop, ooooooooh, oh noooooooo, I'm sorry, I can't take any more, please.....aaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeee........"

"Joanie, SLAP, I want to make sure SLAP you understand SLAP the meaning of the word SLAP respect. SLAP And the best way I know how SLAP is SLAP this SLAP."

I stopped for a split second, Before she could catch her breath, I picked up the hairbrush and began to deliver a world-class blistering to a very deserving girl.

WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP

Her cheeks were now festooned with hot white circles that covered a great portion of her generously gifted cheeks. They shook, wiggled, squirmed. She gripped the lower rung of the chair and held on tightly. Her body streched and tightened.

"NnnngggghhhhhnnnnnnnnnOOOOOOOOO,,,,,,,ooooohhhhhhhhooooh, Lo-Lo-Lo-ga......baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhh......."

WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP

The tears. In full force. I could see the hardwood floors stained with wet drops from her ice blue eyes. Joanie looked back in tearful supplication: "Logan....."

WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP

"Joanie, it's time to grow up." WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP

As I continued my deliberate discipline, I could see that some of the hot, white circles on her rolling cheeks were beginning to bubble. I concentrated on her spank spot for the final ten.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......baaaaaaawwwwahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa.........
nnnnnnmggggggggg.......ssssssssssssssstttttttttttttttt...........nooooooooo..............ahhhhhhhhhhhnoooooo....."

As soon as I stopped, she slumped over my knee. Sobbing. Crying a tsunami of tears. The drops had turned into a puddle. As I helped her stand, I also realized there was another puddle. On my thigh. That didn't deter her broken hearted howls and heaving. I held her as her body shook and as I touched her swollen bottom and gave a gentle squeeze, she gripped my shoulders and shuttered. I felt her legs go weak and had to hold her up for a quick second. Tremors followed and her eyes shut and a soft mew stumbled between her lips. Sniffles and sobs followed.

"Whoa. Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhh, it's ok. Shhhhhhh.....yes........it's ok. It's all better.....Joanie's going to be a good girl from here on.......ssshhhhhhhh....." I rocked her as I held her tight and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry, Logan. I really am. Oooooh dear God in heaven, look at my butt......" she oooohed as she looked over her shoulder at the swollen, blistered globes.

I took her chin and tilted her head so we were eye to eye: "I know, sweet girl, I know. This had to happen sooner than later or you'd live the rest of your life like a raging bitch and that isn't good for anyone."

As I knuckled away some of her tears, she nodded and said: "I know, Logan, I do. And I'm sorry."

I ended the embrace and she reached down for her panties. She stuffed them in her handbag. "I don' think they're going to fit any more tonight." she said with a giggle as she put her hand to her right cheek. "Logan, I'm on fire. Ooohhhhh...mmmmmmmmmm."

Then, she looked me in the eye and grimaced as she pulled down her skirt. "Logan, thank you. I know it might sound crazy but I mean it, thank you. I needed that on so many levels, you have no idea."

I pointed to my pant leg and said: "Oh, Joanie, I do, I really do." We shared a chuckle.

Joanie walked slowly to the car and tried to sit on the seat. No go. She slid her legs under her butt and I drove her back to the hotel.

I continued to DJ there for another 6 months. I "saw" Joanie several more times. The last time we met she felt what it was like to be striped from her hips to thighs courtesy of a fourth form cane. She left the hotel for another job. We loss touch, so to speak.

I saw her three years later when I began my stint in the night club business. She was working for a liquor company. She had married and had two children. She looked wonderful. Yes, we reminiced about our times together. But, sadly, another story wasn't in the cards.

This is another true story. Luckily, I have lots of time on my hands before vacation. I hope you're enjoy these.

[hunneeb]

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