Smackbottom – Emily's Secret

Literotic asexstories – Smackbottom – Emily's Secret by WalterTheBelligerent,WalterTheBelligerent
Part I: The Unheeded Warning

Emily’s heart races as she looks around the house after arriving home from Smackbottom High School. Her mother is at her weekly Book Club. Her stepfather is still at work. Even her stepsister isn’t home, which is a rarity. Emily quickly makes the trip upstairs to her room, where she opens her nightstand and retrieves the pack of cigarettes she has hidden there.

“Plenty of time…” she whispers to herself as she takes a cigarette from the pack.

Emily is eighteen, but smoking is forbidden in her strict household. She knows it is wrong, but she enjoys it, and plans to quit before she leaves for college. She recently found a pack of cigarettes leftover from when her mother used to smoke, and she couldn’t resist taking them. It has been hard for her to indulge in her secret pleasure since her new stepfather and stepsister moved in six months ago, so she relishes the opportunity. She would never risk smoking at school because she knows what would happen if she got caught. But she’s willing to risk it at home where the consequences aren’t as severe.

Emily makes her way downstairs to the back porch where she sits down and lights her cigarette, loving the first rush of nicotine that she’s had in several days. The buzz is just what she needs. That’s what her body tells her, at least. She savors each puff with a few more to go when she hears the door behind her open.

“Oh crap,” she says, trying to hide her cigarette as she turns to see her stepsister Rebecca standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing, Emily?” Rebecca asks innocently. “Are you smoking?”

“Please don’t tell my mom!” Emily says quickly. “She’ll freak out and ground me for a month!”

“You should be more worried about my dad finding out,” Rebecca remarks casually. “Your mom may ground you for a month, but if he finds out, you won’t be sitting down for a week and you’ll wish you were just getting grounded.”

“What do you mean?” Emily asks cautiously, putting out her cigarette.

“You’ll get a spanking,” Rebecca warns.

“You can’t be serious,” Emily replies, scoffing at the idea. “There’s no way my mom would let him do that.”

“I wouldn’t risk it, sis,” Rebecca says with a shrug. “But it’s your butt on the line, not mine. Anyway, I got to go do my homework. Dad is on his way. Hop in the shower so he doesn’t smell the cigarette smoke on you.”

Rebecca’s warning leaves Emily uneasy. She knows that Principal Watson would use the paddle on her if she got caught a school, but getting something similar at home? She’s never imagined that.

Emily makes sure the cigarette butt is wrapped tightly in a wet paper towel, then she puts it in the bottom of the kitchen trash can where it won’t be discovered. She then goes upstairs, uses twice as much mouthwash as normal, brushes her teeth, and hops in the shower. By the time she’s out of the shower, her mom and stepdad are both home. Emily is nervous throughout dinner and the rest of the evening, but by bedtime, she relaxes. Her secret seems to be safe.

“Hey, Rebecca,” she says softly, walking into her stepsister’s room.

“Yeah?” Rebecca asks, looking over her shoulder as she continues typing away on her laptop.

“Thanks for not telling anyone about earlier,” Emily says with a sigh. “I really appreciate that.”

“No problem, sis. I’m sure there will be a secret of mine I want you to keep one day.” Rebecca stops typing and turns to Emily. “That’s what sisters do, right?”

“Y-yeah, I guess so.” Emily nods in agreement.

Emily feels a lot better after she returns to her room. Not only is her secret safe, but it may even bring her closer with her new step-sibling. Unfortunately, that comes with feeling more alienated from her stepfather. He tightened the reigns on curfews, chores, and other things her mother never really pushed after he moved in, and Emily has had no problem contributing, but she did not know the consequences for disobeying him could be as severe as her stepsister described. She’s aware that some of her friends are spanked, as it seems like a common practice in the town of Smackbottom. She’s just never faced those consequences herself and the thought of it fills her with dread.

A few days go by before Emily has the house to herself again, but the warning still lingers, so she can’t bring herself to tempt fate again. She regrets this decision when it is a night where everyone else is late coming home. When the opportunity presents itself again the next day, she can’t resist the temptation. She retrieves a cigarette, steps outside onto the back porch, and lights it up. The familiar rush of nicotine makes her forget all about her worries and mutes the warning that has been playing in her head since her stepsister put it there.

The third time she lifts the cigarette to her lips, she hears a noise behind her, and expects to see her stepsister, but she isn’t the one standing in the doorway this time. It’s her stepfather, Bernard.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, young lady?” He asks in a harsh tone that seems to get louder with each word he says. “Put that out and get in the house! Now!”

His order echoes so loud that it almost shakes the walls of the house. Emily’s heart sinks into her stomach, does a flip, and dives into swirling uncertainty. Her fingers tremble when she puts out the cigarette. Her knees wobble when she stands up. Her entire body surges with fear as she walks past the big, burly brute of a man that she was so happy to meet after he swept her mom off her feet.

Now, he seems more like judge, jury and executioner.

“I-I’m sorry,” Emily says weakly after she’s inside the house.

“Sorry will not cut it for this,” he replies firmly, leveling his stern gaze on the girl. “You’re going to get a spanking.”

The words hit Emily like a crushing weight that sits on her shoulders and grinds her feet into the ground. Tears well up in her eyes immediately.

“Please don’t spank me,” she begs. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“You’re damn right you won’t do it again,” he says, grabbing her by the arm. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

The tears stream down Emily’s face as the stern older man leads her to the couch and sits down.

“Remove your jeans and lay across my lap,” he says. “And dry those tears up. You’re going to have a damn good reason to cry soon enough.”

“Please, no…” Emily begs, her words weak and defeat already echoes in her voice.

“The longer you take to get those jeans off and get across my lap, the longer the spanking is going to last,” he warns, pointing at her for emphasis.

Emily no longer feels like she is in control of her body. She wants to beg and plead until some semblance of mercy is shown, but her fingers betray her, moving to the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them like they are compelled to obey. She trembles as she slides them down and pushes off her shoes so she can step out of the denim. Her stepfather’s lap is as big and broad as the man himself, and she feels like a little girl when she lowers herself across it.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” she whispers, hoping that confession will somehow save her from it.

“Yes, I know,” he replies, placing his large hand on her delicate bottom. “But your mom agreed that this is how discipline will be handled now that we’re married.”

Emily’s stepfather raises his hand and brings it down hard on the right side of her bottom, followed by a stinging smack on the left, and an even harder smack directly in the middle that overlaps the first two. Then he settles into that rhythm, each smack a little more painful than the one before it.

Emily cries out each time his hand comes down, and it isn’t long before she is wailing with ugly tears streaming down her face. “Please! It hurts! I’m sorry!”

“This is what happens to naughty little girls, Emily,” he says, letting his hand rest on her bottom for a moment. “If I had been around, you wouldn’t have made it eighteen years without getting your butt worn out.”

The spanking resumes before Emily can respond. She wants to say she’s not a naughty little girl and is too old for a spanking, but she is certain the pleas will fall on deaf ears, just like all the others. Deep down, she knows she deserves it, and that makes it even worse, especially since she had ample warning that she was putting her bottom in jeopardy if she lit up again.

She cries harder as the stinging sensation gives way to a burn that makes her bottom feel like it is on fire. Her wails turn to loud sobs that echo with each loud crack of her stepfather’s calloused hand against her tender skin. She tries to put a hand back to block him, but he pins it to the small of her back and keeps on spanking her. Her one attempt at self-preservation doesn’t save her from a single smack.

Just when it feels like she’s going to completely break down, the front door opens, and her stepfather pauses, letting his hand rest on her bottom once more. Emily tries to blink away the tears as she looks towards the door and sees her stepsister standing there.

“I caught Emily smoking,” her stepfather says as he levels his gaze on his daughter. “You know anything about that, Rebecca?”

“Um, well…” Rebecca stammers. “I…”

“Sit down,” he says firmly.

“Daddy, I…” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Emily watches Rebecca’s face turn red as she walks over and sinks into the recliner across from the couch.

“You and I will talk about that after I’m done with Emily,” the older man says, digging a hand into the waistband of Emily’s panties as he turns his attention back to the girl on his lap. “As for you, young lady. Since this isn’t the first time you’ve been caught smoking, these are coming down for the rest of your spanking.”

“No, please!” Emily protests, but with one hand pinned to the small of her back, she can’t do anything to stop her stepfather from pulling her panties to her knees.

The spanking resumes immediately, this time on Emily’s bare bottom, and she doesn’t even have time to process the fact she’s been completely exposed. She didn’t realize how much protection the thin layer of fabric offered. The sting is more pronounced. The pain is amplified. To make matters worse, her stepfather picks up the pace, delivering two smacks to the right side of her bottom, two to the left, and three in the middle. This becomes his new rhythm, although he occasionally throws in an extra smack or three in one spot to make sure she can never predict where the next will land.

Emily sobs uncontrollably as she gets her bare bottom spanked. Her body squirms and jerks involuntarily, but her stepfather holds her firmly in place as he continues to discipline her for smoking. She looks over at Rebecca through tear-stained eyes and can see that her stepsister is crying as well. Emily doesn’t know if it is because she is showing empathy or if it is because she will be taking her place after he’s done. The pain is too intense for Emily to give it much thought.

“Almost done, Emily, but this is the part I want you to remember the next time even think about smoking,” he says.

Emily isn’t sure what he means, but then it becomes crystal clear. Instead of the usual rhythm, his hand continuously lands in the middle of her bottom, which is so agonizing she completely breaks down. There is no more begging or pleading. Just acceptance. She behaved like a naughty little girl, and this is the comeuppance she deserves. Acceptance doesn’t mean her punishment is over, however, and her stepfather spends several minutes making sure the lesson is excruciating before his hand finally comes to a rest on her well-spanked bottom.

“Leave your panties on the coffee table and go stand in the corner facing me with your hands on your head,” he says in a stern tone, giving her bottom a gentle pat. “I want you to see what happens to naughty little girls that keep secrets so that you will think twice before putting your sister in a position like this again.”

Emily is still crying when she stands up from her stepfather’s lap. She glances at Rebecca and mouths an “I’m sorry” but Rebecca doesn’t acknowledge it. Emily’s panties fall to her ankles, so she steps out of them and picks them up. After placing them on the coffee table, she walks to the corner and places her hands on her head. Her bottom is throbbing and burning. She desperately wants to try rubbing away the sting, but she is too afraid of disobeying a direct order.

“Now,” the older man says, leveling his stern gaze at his daughter once more. “What have I told you about keeping secrets from me?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry…” she whimpers. “Please! I didn’t want Emily to get in trouble. I thought if I warned her what would happen, she wouldn’t do it again.”

“Remove your jeans and go get the paddle,” he replies, ignoring what she said entirely.

Rebecca cries again as she stands up from the chair and takes off her jeans. The sickness in Emily’s stomach returns as she watches her stepsister leave the room. She did not know that there was a paddle in the house, but when Rebecca returns, Emily notices that her stepsister is holding a wooden paddle that is oval in shape. She knows how much her stepfather’s hand hurt, but she can’t imagine how much it would have hurt if he used the paddle.

“Put your panties on the coffee table and get over my lap,” he says as he takes the paddle from his daughter.

Rebecca doesn’t argue, despite the tears streaming down her face. She removes her panties, places them on the coffee table beside Emily’s, and lays across her father’s lap. Emily shakes as it really sinks in that this is all her fault, but there is no way for her to undo what is done.

Emily’s stepfather raises the paddle and brings it down on Rebecca’s bare bottom, which causes her to squeal, and leaves a red mark where the paddle landed. Emily flinches each time the paddle comes down, watching as the redness in her stepsister’s bottom spreads. It isn’t long before Rebecca is sobbing and Emily can’t help but start sobbing again, knowing she is responsible.

After several minutes, things are interrupted when the door opens again, but this time it is Emily’s mom. Emily immediately looks down at the floor, feeling a fresh wave of shame sweep across her.

“What’s going on here?” Emily’s mom asks as she puts down her keys and surveys the scene.

“I caught that one smoking,” her husband replies, pointing at Emily. “And Rebecca knew about it, so we’re having a little chat about keeping secrets.”

Emily silently hopes and prays her mother will put a stop to everything, but she doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“You already paddled Emily?” She asks, looking at her daughter.

“No, she just got a spanking since this is the first time I’ve had to discipline her,” he says. “But if you think she needs to go back over my lap, just let me know.”

Emily didn’t think her heart could sink any further, but it does so anyway. She looks at her mother with pleading eyes, hoping she will have mercy on her, but all she sees is a stoic expression that is impossible to read.

“Actually, I think it’s time I took an active role in discipline matters like we discussed,” Emily’s mother says, looking at her husband. “Where did you put that wooden hairbrush you bought me?”

“It’s in the bedroom,” he replies, pointing with the paddle. “I put it on your nightstand.”

“Come with me, Emily,” she says, taking her daughter by the arm.

Emily hears Rebecca’s paddling resume as she is led down the hallway. She tries to drown it out, because she knows she has a limited window of time to plead her case.

“Mom, please don’t do this. I already got a spanking. My butt feels like it is on fire!” Emily’s eyes overflow as she begs her mother.

“Good, that’s exactly what you deserve,” her mother replies, letting go of her arm as they enter the bedroom. “But I want you to understand that this is how it is going to be as long as you live under this roof. I’ve let you get away with a lot more than I should have.”

Emily watches as her mother walks over to the nightstand. She knows her mother has been fairly lenient, although something serious like smoking would have definitely been met with harsh consequences–well, what previously seemed harsh.

“Alright, Emily,” her mother says as she sits down on the bed. “Come over here.”

Emily’s feet feel like they are weighed down by concrete as she walks over to her mother. The wooden hairbrush in her mother’s hand is almost as wide as the paddle still being applied to Rebecca’s bare bottom in the other room. It terrifies her, but she doesn’t get long to dwell on it before she is taken across her mother’s lap.

“I should have bought one of these a long time ago,” she remarks as she positions her daughter. “I bet you would have been a lot better behaved if I reddened your butt a few times over the years.”

The next thing Emily feels is the sharp sting of the hairbrush as it lands on her sore red bottom. It feels different from her stepfather’s hand, with the pain is more concentrated rather than spread out, but it doesn’t take long for her mother to cover her entire bottom with blistering smacks.

“Ow! Mom! Please!” Emily howls, her body shaking from the pain.

“Quit your whining,” her mother says harshly as she continues to spank her with the hairbrush. “Did you think I didn’t know you were sneaking out to smoke? I knew it was only a matter of time before you got caught.”

Finding out her mother is fully aware of her naughty behavior doesn’t make Emily feel any better. Especially with the hairbrush steadily coming down on her bare bottom. She loses the will to fight fairly quickly and sobs her eyes out while her mother breaks the new hairbrush in. She is a little surprised that her mother has taken to it so easily, considering that she never used this sort of discipline before, but Emily knows things have changed in her household. This fate will await her again if she doesn’t straighten up.

When the hairbrush finally comes to a rest, Emily doesn’t even realize it has stopped because of how bad her bottom is burning and aching. She lays across her mother’s lap, still sobbing, as if she is waiting for the next smack.

“Do you have more cigarettes?” Her mother asks.

It takes Emily a couple of seconds to process it, and all she can manage is a nod of her head.

“Then get them right now.” Her mother gives her another quick smack with the hairbrush to stress what she said.

Emily cries as she walks down the hallway to the stairs that lead up to her bedroom. Rebecca’s punishment seems over now as well. She’s standing where Emily stood with her hands on her head and a well-paddled butt on display. Emily doesn’t see any sign of her stepfather, but she doesn’t linger. She walks upstairs to her room, gets her cigarettes from the nightstand, and returns to her mother’s bedroom.

“H-here they are,” she says.

“Put them on the dresser,” her mother points to it. “Then I want you to go straight to bed. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until tomorrow morning.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Emily replies.

Emily has never been sent to bed without dinner before, but she doesn’t argue with her mother. The last thing she wants is to give her mother a reason to use the hairbrush again. Rebecca is still standing in the corner, and despite wanting to comfort her stepsister, she decides against it.

Emily goes upstairs to her room and is sure that cannot stand putting on a pair of panties or her pajamas, so she lies on top of the covers, face down. She pulls her pillow close and sobs into it as she tries to process the pain, finally able to rub some of the sting out of her bottom.

Some time later, she hears Rebecca come up the stairs and her door closes. Emily can only assume that she has met the same fate and will not be having dinner tonight.

More time passes and it seems like the house is rather quiet. Then Emily hears soft footsteps outside her door and it cracks.

“Hey sis, you still awake?” Rebecca whispers.

“Y-yeah,” Emily says, reaching over to turn on her lamp.

“I brought some lotion. Trust me, you’re going to want to use it,” Rebecca says softly as she walks into the room. “My butt already feels a little better.”

“I’m really sorry you got in trouble because of me,” Emily says as she squeezes some of the lotion into her hand and begins applying it to her bottom.

“I took a risk, and it didn’t pay off,” Rebecca says, shrugging slightly. “I really thought you would listen to me when I warned you what would happen.”

“I wish I had,” Emily says, sniffling a little as she blinks away fresh tears.

“Don’t cry, Emily,” Rebecca says, trying to soothe her stepsister. “The worst part is over now. As long as you remember to take a deep breath before sitting down for the next few days, you’ll be perfectly fine.”

“As long as I don’t get in trouble again,” Emily replies, wiping her eyes.

“Yeah.” Rebecca sighs. “Sometimes that’s the hard part. But for now, just get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, sis,” Emily whispers.

Emily has never called Rebecca sis before, despite Rebecca using that term almost immediately after their parents got married. For the first time, Emily feels a strong bond with her stepsister. Like they are actually family instead of strangers. She still doesn’t know what to make of her stepfather or her mother’s decision to change the discipline structure, but she knows she doesn’t have a say in it. All she can do is try to navigate her way through it and keep her bottom from further punishment.

That is now her number one priority.

Part II: Addressing the Real Problem

Mary sits alone in her bedroom, waiting on her husband to finish locking up before bed. The hairbrush she used on her daughter is still on the table beside the bed, serving as a reminder of what she did earlier. Several minutes pass before she hears her husband’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. She never used to be attracted to big, burly guys, but something about Bernard captured her attention immediately. She still feels her heart flutter every time she sees him, and feels the same thing when the bedroom door opens, despite the situation at hand.

“Do you think I was too hard on Emily?” She asks as he walks into the room.

“No,” he says as he pushes the door closed and removes his shirt. “I think we both know she’s had that coming for a while.”

“I just feel so guilty,” she says. “I let that kind of stuff go on for a really long time without addressing it. I mean, I knew she was stealing cigarettes from my purse when she was fourteen, but I just… Things were good between us.”

“She knew what she was doing was wrong and did it anyway, even if you didn’t say anything. Besides, she didn’t get those from you, right?” He asks, motioning to the cigarettes on the dresser. “You quit before we even started dating.”

“Well, um…” she replies, her lip quivering slightly. “I’ve slipped up a few times, and I noticed a pack missing, but I couldn’t exactly say anything since they were mine.”

“What do you mean? When did you notice they were missing?” He asks, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“L-last week,” she admits softly.

“Last week?” He asks in surprise. “Did you just have an old pack lying around or something?”

“T-they weren’t old,” she replies. “I’m sure Emily thought they were, but…”

“Mary, come on. You know how bad it is for you.” He sighs. “And you had to know Emily took them.”

“I suspected it,” she says, nodding her head in agreement. “That’s why I feel so guilty, but I wanted her to see that you and I are on the same page about discipline.”

“Yes, I think we are,” he replies as he walks over and sits down next to his wife on the bed. “So why don’t you hand me that hairbrush and tell me a little more about this pack of cigarettes that went missing last week?”

Mary’s shoulders slump and her gaze lowers as she reaches for the hairbrush and hands it to Bernard. She knew this was a genuine possibility when she told her husband the truth, and in some ways, she was hoping for this outcome, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“I quit, just like I said,” she begins. “But sometimes if I have a stressful day or get some bad news, I will buy a pack and have one. Sometimes I just throw the rest of them away immediately after the one. Sometimes, I decide I may want another later…”

“Which is what happened last week?” He asks, rubbing the flat side of the hairbrush against his palm.

“Yes,” she admits.

“So what did you do after you realized they were missing?” He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I-I, um… bought more,” she replies softly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “I should have been honest with you rather than hiding it, and I should have said something when I noticed they were missing…”

“Yes, you should have,” he says, nodding his head in agreement. “We’ve talked about honesty, and you know how important it is to me.”

“I know,” she says. “And I know I deserve what is going to happen next.”

“I want you to take off your clothes and put your panties on the dresser beside those cigarettes,” he says, putting the hairbrush on the bed beside him.

Mary has never felt like anything less than an equal with her husband, but as she stands up and removes her clothes, she feels like a little girl again. A little girl in a lot of trouble, especially when she places her panties on the dresser next to her cigarettes and walks back over to her husband.

Unlike her daughter, Mary is no stranger to this method of discipline, but she hasn’t been on the receiving end since she was Emily’s age. Still, the position feels familiar when her husband takes her across his lap, and the same crushing reality settles in when she feels his hand on her bottom.

“You’re going to get a good hard spanking on your bare bottom for smoking,” he says calmly as he rubs his wife’s shapely bottom. “Then we’ll move on to the hairbrush to address your negligent parenting.”

Mary bites her lip and groans as her husband’s hand comes down on her bare bottom. His big, wide hand triggers memories of the spankings she got from her father, who would cover most of her bottom with a single smack. Her husband has more finesse and spanks with a rhythm. A stinging slap to the right cheek, followed by the left, and then two blistering ones in the middle. She does her best to take it without complaining, but after several minutes, she can’t help but squirm and the tears that welled up in her eyes flow down her face.

“Ow…” she whimpers involuntarily. “I forgot how much this hurts.”

“Hopefully this is the only time I have to do this,” he says, still spanking her with the same rhythm.

He isn’t the only one who hopes this is a onetime thing. Mary is already regretting agreeing to this spanking, and he hasn’t even picked up the hairbrush yet. But she knows she deserves it, and if this is the way discipline matters are going to be handled going forward, then she has to accept the consequences for her actions. Consequences that become a lot more painful when her husband picks up the pace and delivers five or six smacks on each side of her bottom before overlapping them with a dozen or more in the middle. This new rhythm makes Mary kick her feet and squall so loud the sobs feel like they are torn from her throat.

“This is going to happen if I ever find out you’ve wrapped those lips around another cigarette,” he warns as he spanks her directly in the middle of her bottom without moving away from it.

“I won’t do it again!” She wails. “Bernard, please! I’m sorry!”

Mary’s cries don’t stop her husband’s hand so all she can do is bawl as he spanks the center of her bottom for what feels like an eternity, but she’s sure that only a few minutes actually pass before the excruciating finale of this part of her punishment is over. She would breathe a sigh of relief, despite the pain, but she knows there is still more to come.

“That was for sneaking around behind my back to smoke and not being honest about it. Do you feel you’ve learned your lesson?” He asks, rubbing his hand across her bottom.

“Yes,” she replies, trying to blink away her tears. “I’ll never touch another cigarette. Not just for my sake, but also to make sure I’m not carelessly leaving them around where Emily can get them.”

“What Emily does is her business, because she is fully aware of the consequences now. This part is about you and what you’ve done. If you feel the urge to smoke, talk to me so we can work through that together.” He says, continuing to rub her bottom.

“Are you going to spank me every time I want a cigarette?” She asks, a little fear echoing in her voice.

“No, but I’m sure I can distract you,” he says, sliding his finger between her legs and stroking her slit.

“Oh god,” she moans, her body immediately reacting to her husband’s touch.

The pleasure quickly mixes with the pain and while her bottom still aches, she can’t help being overwhelmed with bliss as her husband plays with her pussy. His fingers work her into a frenzy, getting her so wet that his large middle finger easily pushes into her. He massages her clit with his thumb and pumps his finger, spreading her wetness and bringing her close to an orgasm. Just when she’s about to erupt, he stops.

“But unfortunately, you didn’t come to me, so I could distract you. You hid it from me,” he says, reaching for the hairbrush.

“No, don’t stop. Please!” She begs, grinding her hips against his lap.

“You will not get a reward for being dishonest,” he replies. “In fact, I don’t think I’m going to let you come for an entire week so that this lesson truly sets in.”

“W-we will not have sex for a week?” She asks, shock registering on her face, but then she has doubts. “There’s no way you’ll last that long. I know you better than that.”

“Oh, I will not deprive myself at all, Mary,” he says, a light chuckle following his words. “That mouth of yours is going to get quite the workout this week.”

“But Bernard, you know that’s difficult for me,” she whines. “It’s hard to make you come with just my mouth.”

“Sounds like further evidence that you need more practice,” he says, tapping the hairbrush against her bottom. “We’ll discuss that later.”

Mary squeals when she gets the first taste of the hairbrush on her well-spanked bottom and after a few more, she knows exactly why her daughter raised such a fuss. The tears return, all enjoyment she was feeling from the momentary distraction fades, and she’s once again trapped in blistering agony. It’s exactly where she deserves to be and she knows it. She should have dealt with Emily’s smoking years ago, and this is her comeuppance.

“Ow! Ouch! I didn’t spank Emily this hard!” She howls, her feet kicking voluntarily.

“Yes, you just gave her a sample of what the hairbrush was like based on what I heard,” he says, the hairbrush not stopping. “I will not be that lenient with you.”

Mary didn’t feel like she was being very lenient with Emily when she was tending to her bottom with the hairbrush, but based on the way her husband wields it, she feels like an amateur. The pain tears through emotional barriers she’s had up for years and the regret streams down her face. She’s handled the problems right in front of her face, but ignored the ones she could, all because she wanted to have a positive relationship with her daughter. There were times she treated her more like a friend.

The sound of the hairbrush making contact echoes through the room between Mary’s wails. She’s almost certain it will wake up the entire house, but she can’t stop it, just like she can’t stop the hairbrush that is steadily making sure this lesson sinks in. It’s a painful one, but as the last few smacks fall, she feels released from all the guilt she has been carrying.

“T-thank you,” she whimpers, still shaking from the punishment.

“Do you think this is a lesson we’ll have to repeat in the future?” He asks, putting the hairbrush down on the bed beside them.

“No! Never,” she replies, sniffling as she wipes away her tears.

“Good. Go get yourself cleaned up and then I think we both need a little rest.” he pats her bottom for emphasis as she gets up from his lap.

Mary nods in agreement, wipes her eyes again, and then walks into the bathroom. She’s overcome with emotions, but grateful to have a husband that isn’t afraid to take matters into his own hands when necessary.

She let herself forget how effective old-fashioned discipline could be.

She’s certain she won’t forget again.