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He was not at home the next day and I didn't see him at breakfast on Saturday. It was a beautiful day and I decided to spend some time walking around the grounds. I should have been working on my book but truth be told, I hadn't made much progress on it lately. My brain had been in a fog and I couldn't concentrate on it. The questions about my host and the trips to The Room filled my thoughts. At least, that's what I told myself. The real reason was that I had run out of steam and was procrastinating at getting back to my work.
The requirement to wear a dress was only for dinner so I was dressed casually in jeans and T-Shirt when he joined me in the garden. We were sitting next to each other on a concrete bench and after a few pleasantries he said, "I'm leaving this evening and will be gone for a few days. Would you mind going to the room with me for your spanking now?"
I was in a quandary. First of all, he phrased it like a request and not as an order. Then there was the fact that I was not dressed properly. I sighed and said, "Now would be fine Sir. I'll change into a dress and meet you there. I expect I owe you as much."
He drew his head back. "What do you mean? You don't owe me anything. Do you think that's why you have agreed to my little whims? I told you before that you can stay or go as you please and I do not expect anything in return. I assure you that nothing has changed. Whether I spank you or not and whether you agree to it or not is irrelevant. My house is yours."
He sighed. "Poor little girl. You don't know yourself very well. Perhaps it's time for a different sort of demonstration. Do you want me to spank you? Please bear in mind what I said about your continued presence and you are welcome to stay regardless of your answer. The choice is entirely yours. Do you want me to spank you?"
My immediate answer was No but I hesitated. The questions I had been asking myself came back to me. The charade of giving myself to him as payment for hospitality was shattered. So now it was time for the real questions. Did I want a painful spanking? That one was easy. Definitely not! Did I want him to treat me like a sex toy without completely fulfilling me? It was humiliating but I had to admit the sensations were more powerful than I had ever felt with any other partner. But was that enough to justify the rest? Another No. It was just too embarrassing and even if it felt good at the time I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror later. All I would see was a shameful woman who got turned on while getting punished. Then I wondered what would happen if I refused this invitation. Would that mean he would never take me to The Room again? Did I want that? And why couldn't I answer that question? He seemed content to wait as I silently argued with myself. He may have even been smiling at my predicament but I wasn't looking at him.
What finally tipped the scales was the first question. Did I want a painful spanking? I always meekly accepted an order to place myself in position for one even when I didn't think it was deserved. The ones in The Room fell into that category but his was no less a command than my father's. However, I could not bring myself to actually ask for it. So I took a deep breath and announced, "No. I don't."
He smiled and said, "Good. I am a man of my word and you can stay here as long as you like."
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."
He held my hand and squeezed it lovingly. "Now I want to show you something. Stand up."
He had me stand just to the right of his knee and I got nervous. This was all too close to a pre-spanking post. When he reached over to undo the snap on my jeans and pull the zipper down there was no doubt what he had in mind. I looked at him in shock. "But you said . . ."
He quietly cut me off mid-question. "I said you were welcome to stay here and this has nothing to do with that. I saw through your answer. You don't want to ask for a spanking but you will submit to one if I order you to. What you really want if for me to take command and what's more, you want to be obedient for no other reason than because I wish you to be."
The fact that I stood still while he slid the pants down gave proof to his statement. He was right. I could not ask for punishment but willingly surrendered myself to his authority. That was the real reason I had gone to The Room the second time. I wanted someone to take charge of me. My parents had always been there and I still needed their guidance and yes, their discipline. This man had taken over that role. What he did after the spankings was not at all parental and in time, he may take even more liberties but that wasn't the important thing. He was right; I wanted to be obedient no matter what form it took. And on that day, it meant acquiescing to his desire to spank me. However, I did make a small plea. "Sir, can we go to The Room for this? Someone may come along and . . ."
As he guided me over his lap he said, "Don't worry about the staff. They will not disturb us. Besides, our little room is not soundproof. They are quite aware that I spank you and will think nothing of any noise you make today."
I shuddered at hearing that and wondered what they thought of me. However, my uppermost thoughts were on the impending spanking. If there was any consolation, it was that he didn't have the strap or paddle with him. But I knew he was capable of making up for that with his hand; if not in the focused sting; then by an extended application. As I was nervously anticipating the first contact he repeated the actions of his last access to my bottom by gently stroking and caressing it. In addition to complimenting it (which really embarrassed me) he asked about the spankings I got from my parents, "You told me they used to spank you fairly often. Were there any occasions when you felt that you didn't deserve to be punished?"
The position I was in lent itself to being completely truthful. Plus, any conversation was better than the one-sided dialog of my cries in response to his slaps. Of course, it only delayed the inevitable. I answered, "Yes. At least at the time I thought it was unfair. Every so often one of them would decide I needed what they called a refresher to keep me on the straight and narrow."
He gave my bottom a light tap and said, "And did you argue with them about that?"
If I could have hung my head any lower I would have. "No Sir. The fact that they said I was going to get spanked was enough. Any further discussion was unnecessary."
I could hear a smile in his voice. "And so it will be for you and me. Do you want a spanking?"
I briefly wondered why he asked that question again and my answer remained the same. "No Sir. I don't."
He rubbed his hand on me and followed with another stupid question. "Are you going to get spanked?"
I sighed. "Yes. You are going to spank me."
He said, "Correct. Do you know why?"
I shook my head. "No, not exactly. I guess it's because you want to."
He chuckled. "Well, I cannot dispute that. I do enjoy it but there may be another reason. When I asked about the undeserved punishments you said you thought they were unfair but only at the time. I gather you have changed your mind about them since. Tell me about that."
This was an area I hoped to avoid but I had to answer him. It took a few short answers and more pointed questions to get the whole story out of me so I'll summarize it. The first thing I had to admit was they weren't as unwarranted as I made them out to be. Granted, they weren't for any disobedience or misbehavior but for a general slacking off on chores and schoolwork. Somehow they seemed to know when I needed a little motivation and believe me, I would be a new and improved student for quite some time afterwards. Unfortunately, I needed to be reminded to set proper priorities quite a few times; especially in high school and although less frequently, they continued through my college years. The part I hated telling him was that I now appreciated that sort of external discipline. What I managed to keep hidden was an occasional need for more but I was kidding myself. He must have already guessed as much and was ready to demonstrate it.
My host asked about my book. Specifically, how many days it had been since I did any serious work on it. He was not happy with my answer. "I see. May I remind you that I offered you a place to do your research and compile your data in peace. What I hear now might be interpreted as abuse of my hospitality."
I tried to mollify him by swearing that it was only a little slump and I would be back at it right away. His answer was not unexpected. "I'm sure you have the best intentions and I'm going to make sure you have the proper motivation. But before we go into that I have a few more things to say. This afternoon's session is primarily for punishment so we shall forego the post-spanking festivities. However, that will not always be the case. I will continue to take you to the room from time to time just because I wish to. On those occasions you will be rewarded as I have done before."
I closed my eyes. The news about getting more spankings was not a surprise. What I was thinking about saying was that I really didn't appreciate what he called a reward. However, I stayed silent. That, like the time and nature of my punishments was not a matter I had any choice in.
After another gentle rub to smooth the wrinkles he said, "Enough talk. Time to get down to business."
With those words he suited action to them. No more gentle caressing or slow startup. His hand slammed into me and never relented until I felt like my rear end was on fire. When he stopped I lay on his lap for a moment. He had me stand (which was not as easy as it sounds) and told me to pull my panties down. I cringed at the thought that he was not finished with me yet. And to think I felt a bit of relief at first since he didn't have the strap or paddle with him. As I was baring my bottom he was pulling his belt off. He folded it in half and pointed to his lap.
Getting into spanking position is hard enough before it begins. In his other spankings he went directly to the strap or paddle. All I had to do was raise myself a little as he pulled my panties down. Now I not only had a very sore bottom, I had to do more than passively accept further punishment. It was mentally difficult to perform the physically easy task of bending over his knees.
Then he showed me his expertise at using the belt as efficiently as the other items. I screamed and screeched but except for my involuntary gyrations after the strokes, I stayed in position with my bottom raised for another agonizing visit by the leather.
My rear end hurt horribly and I became aware of expecting and slightly hoping to feel his hand caress and soothe the skin and then his fingers doing their magic. I could feel myself getting wet down there but as he said, he was a man of his word. No after-spanking festivities for me that day. He put me on my feet and put his belt back in the loops as he said, "I suggest you get to work on that book young lady. I will check on your progress when I return."
I rubbed my backside as he walked away and briefly entertained the thought of sliding my hands to my front. What stopped me was knowing that this area of the garden was visible from the house. I wasn't sure if any of the staff had heard us and just in case they were watching, I wasn't about to give them too much of a show. I also wondered if my spankings elicited their sympathy or delight.
When I got back to my room I sat at the desk and immediately popped up again. I put a pillow on the chair and in no time I was engrossed in my work. The spanking hurt like Hell but it had the right effect. I was attacking my research with gusto and more importantly, with the joy of writing.
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