Mrs. ShannonDavis and Megan PartII(not necessarily important to read Part I)God, I had been dreaming
Mrs. ShannonDavis and Megan PartII(not necessarily important to read Part I)God, I had been dreaming of getting a spanking for years when I finally got up the nerve toask my friend’s mom, Mrs. Davis. She wasreally surprised but agreed… confirmed several times that I wanted a ‘real’ one– or thought I did, anyway. Said shewouldn’t stop until she was ‘done’ unless I said ‘help’.‘If you have to say it, just say it over and overtill I stop, just in case I don’t pick up on it – but I will!’ shepromised. I promised myself not to say it.‘What if I cry?’ I asked.‘Well, if you don’t say ‘help’ you’ll definitelycry – are you sure you want that?’‘Uh huh, I’m sure – I just wanted to make sure youwouldn’t stop,’ I told her, thinking I wanted the ‘full’ experience.‘Okay, I won’t,’ she said, but then confirmed forabout the thousandth time, ‘I won’t stop unless you say ‘help’, or until I think we’re done – even if youcry. Alright?’Of course I was getting more and more nervous bythe minute, but I managed to say ‘Right’ – and off we went.That’s when Iunderstood her checking all those times – what a spanking! Owww owww owww yeow! Oh, I cried, all right – I cried a lot! And she spanked a lot! I was determined to make it through without saying the coward word – andI did – but I really suffered for it!She said ‘Don’t fight me, Megan – just be sorry andlet go’ because she could tell how hard I was trying (really unsuccessfully) tonot let the spanking get to me. She saidthat, but then she spanked even harder!She sort of gave me another out when I’d alreadyhad too much… she started asking ‘are you sorry now?’ and ‘are you going to begood?’ Even through my tears I tried totell her I would, I definitely would. She also asked ‘is this what you need to help you behave?’ and I didn’tknow whether to answer yes or no (so I said ‘yes’). So I made it, in the end she thought I’d hadenough and ‘really learned my lesson this time’ – and stopped.Then she rubbed my poor roasted bottom and said ‘sothat’s what it’s like…’ and ‘of course, you don’t get to rub it out when it’s areal one’ but I figured that was plenty close enough (especially for the firstone! (blush)).I thanked her before I got off her lap and again asI pulled my tights back up… still crying some and hiccupping… she said I couldlie on the couch or stand in the corner until I’d settled down some.I chose the corner and she said ‘put your hands onyour head, then, your bottom’s had enough rubbing’ which I scowled at for asecond but stopped when she saw me… a thrill went through me at having her tellme what to do and the thought that she could make me – or make me wish I had…Once I got home I was torn… I wanted an excuse togo see her again but my butt was too sore to get spanked so soon… I bakedbanana bread (lol my mom helped and told me how nice I was being!) and took hersome.Bearing gifts I went over (not over her lap) and told her once again how much I appreciatedher having spanked me… ‘I would think that should satisfy your curiosity…’she told me.“Well, curiosity and… you know… it probably did me good… I mean, I’m no angel…‘I didsort of deserve it… for stuff… that’s why I really appreciate you giving me a‘real’ one – I hope it wasn’t too big of a problem for you.’‘Spanking you was no problem, sweetie – especiallyafter you asked so nicely,’ she said, moving the banana bread to thekitchen. “Why? You didn’t want another one already, didyou?’My heart was in my throat – though the answer wasperfectly clear. My hands flew to mystill-sore butt. ‘No!’ I said, maybe alittle too fast. But the words in myhead came straight out my mouth.‘But it’ll be a lot sooner than you think,’ I heardmyself saying. I was kind of horrified,waiting for her reaction.‘Well then, young lady,’ Mrs. Davis said, and ashiver ran through me. ‘You had better behave. Or…’ She paused dramatically and I thought I couldimagine what her ‘or’ was leading to… until she said, ‘Or if you have any more skeletons in your closet – that itwould ‘do you good’ to have ‘taken care of’… you just get yourself back hereand I’ll see what I can do.’‘Yes, Ma’am,’ I said sort of automatically. Without even thinking, I added, ‘Soon.’She raised an eyebrow but I knew the deal was done.‘We can talk about that when the time comes,’ shedeclared, getting out a butter knife. ‘Are we going to have some of this bananabread or save it for later?’ -- source link