ch 10 continued

"You smoked twelve cigarettes.  How many swats is that?"

Still rubbing my bottom, I muttered, "One hundred twenty..."

"Since you also decided to use drugs among other illegal things, I will use the wooden hairbrush tonight."  When I began to protest, he cut me off.  "Tomorrow morning you'll run an extra two laps during our workout and..."

"What!  No way!" I stomped my foot again, beginning to feel like crying again.

"And after the workout, I'll give you a final paddling before work."

Like a little girl, crocodile tears fell down my cheeks, not happy about the extra harsh punishment.  And having to do it all over again tomorrow morning?  I wouldn't be able to sit all day!  "Izaak... noooooo..." I pleaded, breaking off into a sob.

"You know better than to behave as you did last night.  I suggest in the future, you think before acting.  Now, come here."

I didn't move an inch, so Izaak leaned forward, reaching for my elbow and jerking me towards him.  My body shivered, eyes unable to move from staring at that evil wooden hairbrush.  He'd never used it before, but it looked brutal — dark brown solid wood, about half an inch thick.  Mixed with Izaak's disappoving glances was a recipe for not being able to sit all week.  I started crying even harder.  "Please don't!  I'll be a good girl, I promise!"

He nodded.  "We're doing this, kiddo, there's no talking me out of it."  With that he tugged down my pajama pants and panties to my knees, leaving me exposed only for a moment before dropping me over his lap.  He put a leg over mine to lock me in, already reaching for my right hand as he circled my waist.

"Not too hard..." was my last plea, but I'm not even sure if he heard me because the wood crashing against my flesh was too loud.  It hurt a million times worse than the plastic paddle brush he'd used before, and I was crying out and squirming with the first ten quick swats.  

"You are not to smoke cigarettes or use ANY drug while under my rules, do you understand?" he asked, landing the next ten hard and fast.

"Oooowwww, yes, Sir!"

The next ten concentrated on my sit spots and I shrieked with each one, trying to break free from his grip and stop the assault on my backside.

"Pleaseeee, it hurts!"

"We're not even halfway finished yet."  Then landed another ten.

The pain was so intense that eventually I slipped into subspace, feeling entirely like a kid with absolutely no control.  I just sobbed, unable to struggle anymore, though my hand gripped onto Izaak's, squeezing it with each swat.  It felt well-deserved, the only way to absolve me of the things I'd done wrong.  My guilt came to the surface.

"Tonight you will get back to work on your art school applications, do you understand?  You need to stay busy to keep out of trouble."

I blubbered a response, too submissive to argue.  I'd lost count by this time, but the spanking felt never-ending.  I imagined my butt to be black and blue, and my cries were so strong that I'd started hiccuping. 

When it was finally over, he released the grip on my hand and I lay limply over his knee like a rag doll.  My hair was matted to my face from the tears and sweat.  My head ached even more from all the crying.  But my bottom hurt most of all.

Izaak lifted me up to sit on his lap, cradling me in his arms, even though I was kind of angry with him and didn't want it.  He didn't care.  He smothered me in hugs until he was ready to let me up.  

"Do we still need to talk about this being 'too much' for you?" he asked after I freshened up in the bathroom.  

I hadn't expected him to ask that.  "No, I think I'm okay now."

He gave a slight smile as he pulled me in for a side hug.  "Let's get to work on those applications."