Page 50 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

One week later, the weather is nice enough for Hallie to walk for the first time to Traci’s house. In some ways, it feels like she’s been living in Eagle’s Pass for much longer than she has. She’s sure it’s because the people in town have all welcomed her with open arms.

At first, she thought everyone was stopping by Aunt Gina’s just to meet her and get the gossip on the young woman who had burst into Traci Jackson’s house in the middle of the night. But as the week progressed and Aunt Gina would take her on visits to her friend’s houses, Hallie had started to realize this was the norm for the quiet town nestled in the mountains of Colorado.

Hallie has never felt safer than here in Eagle’s Pass, yet she’s begun to recognize an uneasiness within herself that she’s been reluctant to examine too closely. Traci has danced around it with her during the two other sessions they’ve had together and now, on her way to Traci’s on this new Monday morning, she wonders if she might figure it out today.

The piles of snow lining the streets are melting in the vibrant December sunlight, making Hallie choose her steps carefully to avoid the slushy puddles encountered on her way to Traci’s. She needs to zigzag across several tree-lined streets to reach Spanking Loop.

She’s about two blocks away when she hears the unmistakable sounds of a woman crying out. Several long seconds of silence have her wondering if she’d imagined the whole thing before the sound of a loud crack followed by an even louder wail of pain breaks the silence of Eagle’s Pass. Over and over in a steady rhythm, paddle… cry… paddle… cry…

Hallie stands rooted, unsure what to do. As the sounds of a harsh punishment filter down through an open window, she has to fight down unwanted and conflicting emotions. Her brain is furious for the poor woman being abused. She has to resist her natural urge to take action, although what action that might be escapes her as she stands on the sidewalk in Eagle’s Pass, Colorado, a community founded for people who believe in corporal punishment of submissive partners.

Her brain sees this issue as cut and dry. Spankings are violent and therefore they are abuse. Period. She tries valiantly to hold onto her anger as she remembers what the abuse had felt like at the hands of her stepfather and more recently her ex-boyfriend, but having lived through true abuse, she begrudgingly acknowledges that what’s happening behind closed doors on this sunny morning feels different. Her last trace of anger fizzles away when the thrashing finishes and the clear sound of passionate sex replaces the pounding punishment.

Hallie resents the flutter she gets in her nether region every time she is confronted with anything having to do with corporal punishment. The flutter turns to pulsing sexual need as she eavesdrops on the couple crying out in joint passion. She is acutely aware of an imaginary ache centered surprisingly not in her sex, but at the tender place where her ass meets her thighs. With shame, she feels the tingling in her pussy as she imagines being bent over on the receiving end of a correction like is in progress in the house she’s standing in front of. As unsettling as it is to feel the cream gathering between her legs, her pulse heats up when she realizes it’s always Troy Jackson she imagines standing behind her, delivering the spanking. She reasons with herself that it’s only because she has a clear picture of what he looks like in action, but if she’s honest with herself, she knows that’s only part of the story.

She’s spent hours talking with Traci and Aunt Gina trying to understand why women would ever want to live in a place like Eagle’s Pass. She’d started with the intention of convincing them they were both crazy, but in one short week, their gentle reassurances about the values of the DD way of life already have her doubting her own conviction. Both women have assured her there is nothing wrong or even unusual with how she feels. While she still doesn’t understand how she can feel both dread and excitement at the thought of a punishment, she’s coming to terms that she can no longer deny at least to herself that the thoughts of a punishment excites her on some level. With the history of real violence in her past, these feelings are more than confusing.

Hallie resumes her walk to Traci’s, anxious to escape her inner turmoil. The second Traci opens the door, the emotions she had been holding in bubble up and Hallie finds herself with unwanted tears streaming down her face.

“Come on in and tell me what’s wrong.” Traci ushers her in.

“I’m just being silly. It’s nothing.”

She has her coat off and they are headed to the kitchen. Hallie swipes at her tears, trying to downplay the effect of the walk over. As always, Traci has a coffee waiting.

“So, what happened?”

“It’s warm out there.” She takes a sip of her coffee to calm her nerves.

Traci is confused. “And that’s reason to cry?”

Hallie hedges. “Some people have their windows open.”

Instant recognition. “Oh boy. You walked over past Danelle and Carrie Ann’s.”

“Who are Danelle and Carrie Ann?”

“They are a couple here in town. Danelle is the HoH and let’s just say that Carrie Ann is disciplined… often… loudly. It’s kind of their thing.”

“What do you mean, their thing?”

“Exhibitionism. Everyone here is pretty open about the lifestyle, but most keep the details behind closed doors. Danelle and Carrie Ann are a little less private. Parents of young children who may not understand the dynamics of Eagle’s Pass yet have learned to steer their kids clear of their block when the weather is nice enough to have the windows open. You never know what you might hear.”

“So everyone knows about this and it’s okay?”

“Theirs is a consensual relationship, Hallie. Just like the outside world, no two relationships are exactly the same, but we are accepting of all types here in Eagle’s Pass. We have several couples who live a BDSM lifestyle and other couples who live a domestic discipline lifestyle, but don’t incorporate spanking, choosing to use other less severe punishments instead, and every flavor of DD in between. Each couple has to figure out what it means for them on their own through communication.”

The women sit in silence for a while as Hallie thinks things over. She finally breaks the silence. “I’m pretty sure Aunt Gina got spanked last night.” Hallie is embarrassed, choosing to look at her coffee mug instead of her new friend and therapist.

“What makes you say that? Did you hear the punishment?”

“Not really. I could just tell at dinner Uncle Adam was not happy about something when he got home and they excused themselves right after dinner to go up to their bedroom, which was out of the ordinary. They were gone over an hour and when they came back down, I could tell Aunt Gina had been crying and she seemed to wiggle a lot while she was sitting watching TV with us.”

“Did you talk to her about it yet?”

“No. It just seems like it’s none of my business, you know?”

“Maybe, but she knows how much you’re struggling with the whole idea of DD and trying to decide if you want to stay here in Eagle’s Pass after the first of the new year. She’s told me how worried she is that you’re going to want to leave. She really hopes you’ll stay in town with them. I keep trying to tell her to give you time. You are making progress.”

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