Page 286 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Honey, from the first moment I opened a purple envelope, I’ve been concerned. I adore you, Betsy, but won’t allow you to act in a manner that you will be ashamed of once you realize how you behaved.” He felt her relax over his knees and knew she had accepted the fact that she was going to take her first foray into what was considered domestic discipline. “Let this spanking tell you that I shall be concerned until the day I die. Are you ready?”

Her head turned back, her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink as she asked, “What if I say I’m not? Ready, I mean?”

“Then I shall sit right here with you over my lap until you are,” he said, quickly disabusing her of the hope that she’d get out of her spanking. “It won’t matter if it’s another five seconds or five hours. I love you and won’t ever disregard my responsibility when it comes to you.” He bent to give her a quick kiss on one flushed cheek and continued in a soft whisper, “But, at some point, I’m sure that Jane will be returning to dress for the rehearsal dinner.”

Betsy gasped and stiffened, her face heating at the thought of Jane walking in and catching her in such an intimate position.

Jack pulled her a little closer to his waist and asked again, “Now, are you ready?”

“I-I guess.”

“Yes, sir, is the proper address when you are being punished.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” With that, he lifted his hand and began. She made little gasps as the spanking started but didn’t attempt to roll off his lap. “It is naughty to spew ugly words,” he said, giving her another two swats. “My beautiful girl will not get drunk, and she will not curse, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jack was pleased with her instant answer and a bit surprised that one gasp was the only verbal response to his strokes. He gave her bottom a single, slightly harder swat and she still didn’t so much as moan. Shaking his head, knowing it was time to make sure his naughty girl actually felt his correction, he began to push up her skirt.

“Jack! What are you doing?” she squealed, reaching back to push his hand away.

“Lifting your skirt,” he answered unnecessarily as he continued to push the fabric up.

“You can’t! We-we aren’t married yet!”

He captured her hand and pinned it to her lower back, his free hand resuming rucking her skirt up. “Betsy, you are my fiancée and soon we will be man and wife. Naughty girls do not get their spankings over their clothing, they…” His words abruptly ended when he looked down, his head tilting to the side at the sight before him. “What is this?” The pat of his hand over the garment told him it was made of some type of rubber. No wonder she hadn’t started squirming under his swats.

“It’s-it’s a girdle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know it’s a girdle, sweetheart, but I told you to go remove everything beneath your skirt. I’m sorry you misunderstood. Lift up and let’s get it down.”

“But, Jack—”

“Betsy, I’m not going to argue with you. If I need to give you a quick swat out in public, it will be over your clothing. However, when we are alone and you’ve earned a spanking, every single swat will be given on your bare bottom.”

“But… I’ve never… please—”

He understood that while she wasn’t exactly attempting to question his right to discipline her, she was again stating the fact that they weren’t yet married. And while he could understand her hesitation, it would not deter him. “I’m not attempting to embarrass you, honey. But a spanking needs to actually be felt to be a true lesson. And this…” he paused, patting the thick rubber garment again, “would require a far harder hand to make an impression than on your bare little bottom.”

“No, I mean, I understand but… please, Jack, let me go take it off myself. Please.”

Giving her a gentle pat, he helped her up once again.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back, I promise!” Though it felt as if the simple spanking was taking far longer than he’d planned, he couldn’t help but feel proud of her. She wasn’t attempting to dissuade him from his duty; she was simply showing him how absolutely innocent she was. When she returned, her face a bit redder than normal, he smiled. When she voluntarily lowered herself again and whispered, “I’m ready, sir,” he knew he’d been given the gift of her respect and trust—a gift he’d never abuse.

With respect for her willingness to allow him to guide her, he again lifted her skirt onto her lower back. He didn’t see the imprints wearing the rubber girdle had made on her skin. Instead, he saw a beautiful, round set of cheeks that were quivering just a bit. He didn’t speak this time. He gave the center of her bottom a gentle pat and then lifted his hand, beginning the spanking again.

Her cries told him that, this time, the spanking was being felt. Identical red handprints, one on each cheek, contrasted vividly against the pale skin of her bottom. Quick, sharp swats earned sharper cries. When her hips began to churn and wag from side to side, and her feet kicked up, his delivery of a swat to the back of each thigh had her squealing and his placement of his leg over both of her own had her stilling. He continued with firm, steady strokes until she finally collapsed, signaling her submission to his punishment. He finished the spanking with another half dozen swats and then ran his hand in gentle circles over her hot skin. Both plump globes were the color of ripe cherries. His hand continued to soothe her punished flesh as he murmured, “It’s over. Shh, now, that’s my good girl.”

Lowering her skirt, he then lifted her up and settled her on his lap. She hissed at the contact of her tender bottom with his firm thighs, but instantly quieted when he wrapped his arms around her as she clung to his jacket lapel. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I-I didn’t mean to be nau… naughty.”

“Shh, I know, honey, and it’s over. You took your spanking well and are forgiven.” He bent and placed a kiss on top of her curls. “I’m very proud of you and I love you, my dearest Betsy.”

“I-I love you too, Jack!”

It took every ounce of restraint he had not to teach her about rounding the bases. Their kisses grew more passionate until he finally pulled away. “It’s time for you to get to bed.”

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