Mrs. Shannon Davis and Megan Part IIIa(currently no Part IIIb)Part II is at:spankingwishes.t
Mrs. Shannon Davis and Megan Part IIIa(currently no Part IIIb)Part II is at:https://spankingwishes.tumblr.com/post/625280863402426368/mrs-shannon-davis-and-megan-part-ii-not“Well hello, Megan – no, I’m not busy at all,” Mrs. Davis said. “Come for some more banana bread?” (After she spanked me I brought her some banana bread, which we shared)That wasn’t exactly what was on my mind. “You said, um, kinda ‘come back anytime’ – so here I am…”“Do you mean…”“Too soon?”“Isn’t your bottom still sore?”Actually, it was, a little – but I hadn’t wanted to wait. “It’s fine,” I fibbed.“Hmm, maybe I went too easy on you,” she mused.“You did?!? It sure didn’t feel like it!” For some reason, I absolutely hated the spanking I got – and wanted another one! But I’d gotten accustomed to the thought that there was no explaining this.“Well a spanking’s certainly supposed to last you longer than that…”“I… I didn’t mean to be critical…” I stumbled – because I hadn’t.“I know I didn’t get your ‘escape’ word out of you…” That had been really hard, not saying ‘help!’ which would have made her stop…“That’s okay…” I mumbled.“Oh is it?” she asked in an old tone, seeming to ‘turn strict’ (like she did once we’d decided that I needed to be over her knee). “Well there are solutions, you know.”“Solutions?”“My hand’s not the only thing I can spank you with.” My legs turned to jelly when I heard this. Her spanking had really hurt (still did, some!). She continued, “If that’s something that’d ‘do you good’ (a phrase she’d gotten from me on my last visit).”I wasn’t sure what to say. She said she’d ‘been happy to’ spank me ‘because I’d asked so nicely’ – if I asked for more (which is what I was doing) she might be happy to do that, too!“Maybe that’s the sort of thing you need?” she prompted.“Prolly,” I said, kind of sulky – not knowing if I wanted it, or not, if it’d ‘do me good’, or not…“What, Megan – what do you need?” she pressed.“That. Prolly.” I realized I was being a jerk, sort of… when she got real specific.“There’s a brush in the garage that would probably help…” Again, my knees went weak and…“I need to pee…” I blurted.“Okay, you know where,” she pointed. “Sounds like that’s the right answer, then,” I heard as I scurried away.Yes, my panties were wet, no, not from pee. I dried myself as best I could and came back out.Mrs. Davis was returning from the garage, holding a kinda-short, kinda-thick scrub brush. I felt tears prick my eyes at the sight of it. She rested the back against her palm, but didn’t do the smacking thing. She didn’t have to – I was quaking. I would have reached to take off my skirt but I was waiting to be told.“Um, there’s another problem…” I said, and she was instantly concerned – which was reassuring. “It’s the ‘escape’ word (‘coward’ word in my head) – it’s too hard not to say it.” It seemed like if I said it, there ought to be a penalty – which didn’t make sense!“Oh. I see. That is a problem.” Mrs. Hunter said. “I can only spank you so hard, without knowing that I haven’t gone too far…”I had nothing to suggest. Actually, I’d sort of terrorized myself with the ‘penalty’ thought.“Last time… seemed plenty hard…” I started.“Did it?” she immediately challenged. “I mean, I’m sure at the time… but here you are back. Are you sure it was hard enough?”Or am I just freaked out by that brush? I asked myself. “Will you… will you be using that brush the whole time?”“Hmmmm… I don’t suppose I’d have to…” she said, then, seeing the stricken look on my face, quickly changed to, “I’m teasing you, Megan – I could start like last time and switch.” I breathed a sigh of relief but she added, “Of course, it would still be a ‘real’ spanking – if that’s what you need.”“It is,” I said – I had a lot of things that still needed ‘taking care of’.“Hmmmm. Okay, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll spank you and add some with this brush – then stop. If you’re okay, next time, I’ll add more,” she proposed, and all I thought was ‘there’ll be a next time!’ “If you get through maybe five of those, that’d probably be as bad as it ever gets – but you can say ‘no worse’ any time you want, and we’ll stop there.”By way of reply I reached for my skirt and – seriously close to both tears and climax, it seemed – said “I guess today I don’t get a choice.”Mrs. Davis looked like she was going to correct me, but then stopped and said “Not today, sweetie,” and took my skirt from me. My little tremors became full-blown earthquakes. I was wearing panties – boy shorts, actually – instead of tights like I had on last time (having planned better this time) and I didn’t know if they’d have to come off, or come off now (I was sort of hoping no, since they were already more-than-damp again, but wasn’t getting my hopes up).“Let’s try the living room again, Megan – and you can tell me all about what you’ve done.” -- source link