Dawn's Big Confession" (M/F, spank, cons)

"Hmm...I wonder what you're not confessing to me....."

My words, spoken so softly, echoed throughout the room.  She looked at me in
disbelief.  

'How can he possibly know I'm not telling him everything?' she thought.  She
tried to think of something to say...but could only think of lies...the truth
was too embarrassing to confess, even to me.

Our "accountability sessions" often began this way.  Dawn knew she was required
to confess her latest errors and misbehaviors.  But she never knew just how
much I already knew.  I always tested her honesty during our little sessions,
although dragging the truth from her is sometimes a length chore.  She did
realize that being caught in a lie or significant omission would not fare well
for her tender little bottom.

"Well, Sir, I was late three more times, but I didn't want to tell you that." 
She hoped I'd be satisfied with this explanation, even though she knew it would
still cost her a sore bottom.

"Young lady, you will atone for your tardiness...you can be sure of that!  But
what is it you're still not confessing to me?"

'I don't believe it!  How did he know?  I wish I hadn't lied!  Now I'm going to
pay for something I didn't do, and he's still waiting for the truth.'  She
started to fidget, trying to come up with a plan.  She looked across the table
at me.  I was calmly watching her, obviously amused by her increasing
nervousness.  She desperately tried to think of something to say to satisfy my
curiosity without admitting her indiscretion.   

She looked down at her hands as she thought back to the last Girls Night Out,
when all her troubles began.  She had planned to come home early, so that she
wouldn't be late to work the next day.  But when Angie suggested they go up to
the Cowboy Bar, it really did sound like fun.  Of course, she knew I'd
forbidden her to go there, but they were just going to shoot some pool and
flirt with the cowboys...no big deal. She suddenly remembered the consequences
the last time she didn't obey me and she hesitated, thinking that maybe this
wasn't such a good idea after all. 

Sarah's voice broke into her thoughts. "Come on, Dawn, are you with us or not?"

She pushed all thoughts of me and my training out of her mind, and happily went
off into the night with her friends. 

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the Cowboy Bar, shocked to see several
Sheriff's cars parked outside, lights flashing.  Angie looked disappointed and
said, "Oh wow, I wonder what we missed!"  Dawn was glad they missed it.  Now
she wished she'd stayed home...obviously I had good reasons for telling her she
was not allowed to go there. 

A deputy approached their car, shining his flashlight on the four of them.  

"This is no place for ladies.  I suggest you leave.  Now." 

Kathy, who was driving, replied "Yes, Sir" and promptly started the car.  All
the way back down the canyon, Angie and Sarah kept complaining that they missed
all the excitement.  Kathy didn't say very much, and Dawn was glad they were
nearly home. She couldn't stop thinking about me, and what would happen if I
ever found out about this little misadventure.

She finally looked up from her hands and back across the table at me.  I was
still calmly watching her, waiting patiently for her confession.  She sighed in
resignation for she knew I would continue to wait until she told me the truth.

Trying to keep her voice steady, she began "Well, Sir, it happened last month
on Girls Night Out..." and went on to explain what had happened.

"Hmmm...disobeyed me again, young lady.  I was amused at her nervousness, and I
did nothing to decrease it. I have ways of getting the whole story out of
her...however long it may take.

I told her to stand up from the table.  I came around to her side and led her
into the bedroom.  The room she is all too familiar with at times like these.

'Oh shit,' she thought.  'I knew this was going to happen, but it's too soon! 
I don't want to leave the safety of the table.'

"You know what you have to do, Dawn, my dear," I told her in a low but very
firm voice.

Without any further instructions, she slowly unbuckled her belt, pulled her
zipper down and tugged down her jeans until they were resting comfortably at
her ankles.  She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, but I silently motioned
her with my index finger to lower her panties.  She knelt down in front of me
and slipped her thumbs into the top of her thin white panties, forcing them
down to her knees.  I tucked up her T-shirt so she was now completely bare
below the waist.  I slowly walked around her, inspecting her nakedness.  A
sharp slap on her left buttock snapped her to attention.

"You may continue now, Miss," I said evenly.  She both loved and feared the
strength in my voice.

The air was cool against her bare skin, but she was warm all over from the
shame of being exposed this way.  As I slowly walked around her, inspecting her
nakedness, she tried to control her breathing. She knew she couldn't control
anything else at that point. 

'I don't want to continue.  I wish he'd just spank me and get it over with,'
she prayed silently.  She looked up at me, hoping to see at least a trace of
sympathy, but my eyes held only amusement at her plight.  Even more
embarrassed,  she moved her hands in front of herself, trying without success
to hide from my gaze.  

"Get those hands behind you!  NOW!!"  I ordered.  Shocked by the harshness of
my command, she immediately clasped her hands behind her and straightened up as
she had been taught.  "That just earned you an extra five, young lady!"

Taking a deep breath, she slowly continued her confession.  "Well, Sir, I knew
I needed to be home early as promised, but instead I stayed out past my
bedtime.  I know there are consequences for not following the rules, so I'm
sure you understand why I was reluctant to confess this to you, Sir."

She kept her head down, afraid to let me see into her eyes, hoping against all
odds that I'd accept this as a full confession.

There was no way I was going to accept this as a full confession!  I placed my
fingers under her chin and firmly but gently raised her head so she faced me
fully...her eyes couldn't help but meet mine.  I pierced her soul with the
intensity of my gaze...and told her:

"You will give me ALL the details of your indiscretions, young lady!  And you
will do it promptly.  Any hesitation will result in more severe discipline.  Do
you understand me?  Now start over from the beginning!"

I knew she was powerless to resist me and my will. She was kneeling before me,
naked and vulnerable...open to my inspection.  She relented and began to
describe her behavior to me in a halting voice.

She felt like she was going to cry...she didn't like being on her knees...she
didn't like being exposed to me...she didn't like the anger that replaced the
amusement in my eyes.  She didn't want me to know how she disobeyed me and put
herself in a potentially dangerous situation.  She knew it was stupid and she
knew there were consequences...but she didn't want me to think she was stupid.

She took yet another deep breath and tried to keep the wobble out of her voice.

"We...we went for a ride, Sir.  It was a clear and starry night, the moon being
dark, the stars were at their brightest,"  she began again.

She related the ride out of the canyon...winding up the hill with Hotel
California playing on the radio.  Will he believe that we just went out to
enjoy the ride? She peeked up at me and saw my eyes staring down at her,
staring right through her.  She shuddered involuntarily and clasped her hands
even more tightly together in front of herself.

"We went all the way to town, Sir, and then we turned around and came home."  

She knew I was waiting for more details...but maybe she shouldn't even mention
the Cowboy Bar.  After all, it wasn't her idea and she wasn't driving.  And
besides, they never even went inside!  

"I know it was stupid, Sir, to go out joyriding like a bunch of teenagers, but
it was such a beautiful night.  I know there are consequences when I behave
irresponsibly, but please, Sir, please forgive me."

I knew she was holding out on me.  I pursued the truth relentlessly, at her
great expense.  

"You'd better come forward with every detail quickly...or your bottom will
force you to scream it out.  I'm no longer amused with you.  You are turning
from a naughty young lady into a stubborn brat very fast.  And you know how I
treat stubborn brats," I raised my voice.

I picked up my black leather paddle and walked behind her.  Without warning,
the first stroke was delivered to her clenched buns with a SPLAAATT!!

"Owwwwww!"

"Now, brat, let's have it ALL.  And right now!  My patience is growing thin!" I
told her in a menacing voice.  "And keep your hands clasped BEHIND you!" 
SPLAATT!!  Another paddle smack emphasized that I was not kidding now.

She gasped in fear...I had never used anything but my hand before.  The burn
from the first stroke radiated across her cheeks. 

"Yeowwwww!!!!"  The burn from the second swat merges with that from the first
and she begins to cry.

"I...I'm sorry, Sir.  I know I should have told you everything but I was too
ashamed to admit my stupidity to you "  I saw her butt cheeks clench in
anticipation of another swat, so I mercifully allowed her to continue speaking
for now.

"I went to the Cowboy Bar, Sir, even though you had forbidden me to go there.
But I didn't go inside, Sir."  She want to stop here, but she realized leaving
any unanswered questions would no doubt result in more paddle smacks.

Keeping her head down in shame,  she continued in a trembling voice.

"I didn't go inside, because when we arrived there were Sheriff's cars
everywhere.  One of the deputies came up to our car and told us to leave.  We
did just that, Sir, without ever going inside."  There, now I knew everything. 
She began to cry softly, because she knew her punishment was going to be
severe.    

SPLAAATT!! My paddle took her by surprise, sending another burst of stinging
heat radiating across her bottom.

"WHY did you go to the Cowboy Bar???"

"I..I'm sorry, Sir.  We went...I mean, I went there to flirt with the cowboys
who hang out there. "

She kept her head lowered.  It's bad enough I thought she was a brat...now I
also was going to think she was a naughty little slut.

"You go out riding with the girls, trying to pick up cowboys, and now you want
my mercy?"  I asked in an incredulous tone of voice.  "And I suppose you don't
want me to think of you as a little slut, a common tramp, either?"

She sobbed and trembled, but tried to keep her head up so as not to inflame me
further.  She couldn't help but keep her eyes downcast, though.

"No answer, huh?" I asked. 

'I'm sorry, Sir!  I'm sorry!!!' her heart cried out but her words had no voice.
 She just knelt there silently.  'I knew this was going to happen...but it
wasn't like he makes it sound.  It was just an innocent night out with some
friends.  But that doesn't matter...it only matters that he thinks I'm a
tramp,' she thinks to herself. 

"OK, have it your way.  Your first ten spanks will be delivered in this
position.  I expect you to remain still and maintain your position.  Because
you reached down before and tried to cover yourself, I'm going to fasten your
wrists behind you so you can't do that again."

'Oh, Sir, I really am sorry...I didn't mean to be so disobedient.'  Again, her
words find no voice and she could only kneel there, completely vulnerable to
me.  She felt the tears welling up in her eyes again.  

I took two leather straps and buckled one around each wrist, then I clipped
them together behind the small of her back.

"There.  That should do just fine," I said to myself in a low voice.

I walked to her front and pulled up her T-shirt to her shoulders.  As I did so,
she felt a jolt between her legs. I noticed her white pushup bra fastened in
the front, and I took the time to undo the little catch, allowing the cups to
fall to the sides.  I marveled at her firm, pert breasts and her nipples which
were rapidly hardening under my intense gaze.  As her breasts were freed, she
felt ashamed to feel her nipples harden.  'Will he take this as proof that I'm
a naughty tramp?' she wondered.

Taking my position behind her, I laid the leather paddle across both of her
buttocks and adjusted my aim. The paddle was long enough so I hardly had to
bend to reach her posterior.  She could still feel the warmth from the earlier
smacks.  'I don't think I can take ten with the paddle,' she worried.  She
started to turn, to plead with me for mercy, but before she can do so, she
heard my voice.

"Tell me, my darling, why are you here before me today?" I asked, obviously
knowing the answer. I always make her state the obvious.
 
"Because I've been naughty by disobeying you, Sir."  God, I know how she hates
to confess to me.  But she realizes that she has to do it to make a clean
conscience for herself.  But somehow, once she confessed out loud, to me, she
was able to shed the guilt that comes with her naughty ways.

"What happens to girls when they're naughty and disobey instructions, pet?"

"They get spanked, Sir."

"And how are they spanked?"

She swallowed hard and hesitated just a moment before replying, "They get
spanked bare, Sir."  

"Does my little girl deserve her spanking today?"

"Yes, Sir. I deserve a bare spanking for disobeying you.  I know I disappointed
you.  Please give me a good spanking, Sir."  She hated to beg for her
spankings, but there was no other way to get what she deserved...or so deeply
wanted!

"Is my Dawn ready to take her paddling?" I asked firmly.  The tone in my voice
indicated that she WOULD be ready to take her paddling, and no other answer
would be acceptable.  I knew she really didn't think she was ready for this at
all.  Nonetheless, she had no will to object.

"Ye..yes, Sir."

"You know the rules, Miss.  You will count each stroke.  Missed counts will
result in my administering that stroke again.  Excessive squirming, protesting
or hesitation in counting will earn you extra spanks.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," she managed to squeak out.  I knew how much she hated counting her
spanks, and that's precisely why I made her count.  It's an embarrassing and
humbling ritual that makes her feel like a little girl.  But that's exactly
what she needs, since she'd behaved like a little girl.

She felt the paddle come away from her bare cheeks and she clenched her
buttocks together tightly, waiting for the first smack.

She heard the SMAACKK!  before she felt it.  The force of the strike burned
across both cheeks causing her to squirm and gasp.  'I don't think I can take
this...but I have to...I have to please him, to show him I really am a good
girl!' she resolved.  She tried to be still and then remembered, hopefully not
too late, and shouted out, "ONE!!"

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the air move again and a second
smack covered the first.  

"Yeowwwwwwwww!!"  This was nothing like the hand spankings I'd given her in the
past, and she didn't think she could bear it.  Remembering to count, she gasped
"TWOOOOO!"  And then a third SMAACKK!!!  resounded, causing her to struggle to
keep her balance.

"Oh, Sir, Noooooo!  Pleeeeeease, no more!!!!!!"

My only reply, an even more forceful paddle smack landing right on top of the
first three!  I knew my aim was good.   Choking back a sob, she shouted "Four!"


"No, Miss," I said calmly.  "Four does not come after two.  Try again." 

And yet another swat found its target causing her to shriek, "THHREEEEEEEE!!! 
Oh, Sir....pleea..."

SMAACKKK!!!

"Ohhhhh...F...FOURR!!!"

SMAAACKKK!!!

"FIIIIIIVE!!! Nooooooooooooo......please no more...."  Her ass cheeks were
burning with a pain more intense than anything she'd ever felt before.  She
wondered now if she could stand five more.

And so it continued, as I administered each smack with more force and unerring
aim.  By the time the count reached eight, she was unable to be still, her hips
writhing in an effort to avoid my paddle.

SMAAACKKK!!!

"NIIINE!!!"  she shrieked in reply, and then, unable to control herself, she
lowered her bound hands and tried to protect her burning cheeks.

SMAAACKKK!!!

I aimed low, sending a searing pain across the tops of her thighs.

"YOWWWWWW!!!!  Oh Sir, please, i'msorryi'msorryi'm sorry..." she sobbed
uncontrollably as she quickly removed her hands from my target.

Before she remembered to count I said in a low, firm voice "That little stunt 
just earned you two additional strokes, Miss.  The count will resume at ten and
continue to twelve."

I continued the punishment, each of the remaining strokes coming with more
force, until the last swat, more powerful than the rest, knocked her forward. 
She make no effort to get up...she couldn't...the throbbing pain was too
overpowering.  Her hips were gyrating wildly, trying to somehow shake off the
heat of the paddling.  With her forehead on the floor and her hands still held
behind her, her bottom was pointing right up at me.  In embarrassment, she
realized how exposed she was and tried to move her legs closer together,
becoming aware for the first time of the moisture starting to drip down her
inner thighs.    

As I moved in front of her to watch her face, I saw now how naughty my little
Dawn was by what was happening between her legs.  I spread her legs a bit and
ran my index finger softly up and down her outer pussy lips, tickling the
little brown hairs guarding her private place.  I worked my finger into the
slit and ran it up and down, soaking it in her lady juices, which allowed me to
slip my finger ever so slightly inside her lips.  I plunged my index finger
into her pussy, then followed it with the middle one.  I could feel her so
warm, wet and slippery.  I let my fingers rest there, savoring her discomfort. 
I finally withdrew them slowly, finding her swollen clit on the way out.  I
caressed her little nub, and slid my fingers in small circles around it, making
her squirm.  She knew I wouldn't let her find release yet.  Her spanking wasn't
over.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Miss?" I asked with disdain.

"Sir, I...I..." she faltered.

"What happened during your scolding before?  Did you think I was going to
forget?  You were going to let me forget, weren't you, pet?" I drilled into
her.

"Oh, no, Sir, really I wasn't.  I was going to remind you that I earned five
extra spanks for moving my hands in front of me," she quickly recited.  "I know
I did wrong and I want to be punished for that.  Please spank me, Sir.    I
deserve the extra five."

Pleased that she was sufficiently contrite, I pulled her up to her feet and
walked her over to the bed.  I pulled all three pillows to the center and
stacked them one on top of the other.  

"OK, Dawn, I want you face down with your hips over the pillows.  Center
yourself so your hips are raised as high as they can go," I instructed her.  I
helped her into position and had her raise her hips slightly so I could adjust
the pillows beneath her.  As a last measure, I spread her legs wide and
fastened soft leather cuffs to each ankle.  With two leather straps, the cuffs
were attached to each bedpost at the foot of the bed, splaying her legs as wide
as they could go.  With her hands fastened behind her back, she was unable to
squirm out of position, leaving me free to go fetch the Vick's from the
dresser.

"My dear, your last five strokes are going to be special.  I want to impress
upon you the consequences of disobedience.  I want you to stay still, no matter
what.  It'll all be over soon," I explained without telling her the details of
what was to come.

Standing at the head of the bed where she could watch, I unscrewed the cap from
the blue jar and dipped a long cotton-tipped wooden swab into it, twirling it
conspicuously.  When I extracted it, I made sure she could see a glob of clear,
thick gel sitting at the end of the cotton tip.

"Please, Sir, I don't need that today.  I promise I will never disobey you
again.  Please!!"

"Quiet, little one.  This is what I've decided you will endure, and that's
final.  I expect you to take your entire punishment with good grace."  She
resigned herself to the fact that I would not be dissuaded from administering
the full treatment.

She couldn't believe this was happening again!  I knew how much she hated the
Vick's treatment.  

'Was I really that bad?  I don't think so, but obviously he does.   All I
wanted was to be turned over his knee...why does he think I need so much more?'
she thought, silently biting her lower lip.

She watched me.  She couldn't move.  She figured if she didn't speak, maybe
she'd get through this without earning even more punishment.  She watched me
standing at the head of the bed, displaying the innocent looking swab about to
cause her so much discomfort.  She noticed the gel glistening on the tip.  She
didn't feel any fear or even any real interest...'this must be happening to
someone else,' she thought.  Though disconnected from herself, she was
surprised to feel the joy emanating between her legs.  Impossible! She felt her
fears draining away, leaving her sort of 'in neutral' as she waited for me to
begin.

'I can't be  finding pleasure in this punishment!  With my legs spread and
bound, and my hands fastened behind my back, I must look like the girls in the
naughty magazines they sell at the liquor store!' she fretted silently.

Her mind refused to accept that she was aroused...so aroused that she might cum
at any second!  Suddenly I smiled, and slowly began to walk to the foot of the
bed... 

Sitting next to her on the bed, I spread her buttocks apart right where her
anus lies.  Keeping my eye on her little brown rosebud, I aimed the swab
directly into the center.  She felt the cool gel make contact with her
sensitive skin, then felt the coated cotton tip push slowly past her outer
entrance.  I had to twist the swab back and forth to work it into her anal
area.  Once inside about an inch, I twirled it and moved it in small circles to
be sure to coat the membranes just inside.  I pushed it in and out several
times.  Finally, as I withdrew it for the last time, I carefully painted every
little crease and crevice of her puckered area with the Vick's.  She could feel
the swab touch and tickle her sensitive area and she couldn't help but squirm. 
My hand and fingers holding her buttocks apart held her still, however.

In just a few seconds, the Vick's took effect, making her bottom feel at once
cool and warm, the sensation some describe as "icy hot."  This sensation,
coupled with the cool room air, made her clench and unclench her cheeks in
order to get some relief.  After a moment to let it take it's full effect, I
announced that she was ready for her final five spanks.

With one arm, I encircled her waist and pulled her in tight.  My hand rested on
her bottom, marking the spot where her spanking would begin.

SLAAPPP!!!  The first spank struck her left cheek.

"OWWWW!!!"  she shouted.  "Oh, please, Sir, not too hard..."

I waited a little in between spanks to let each one sink in before stimulating
her with the next one.

SLAAPPP!!!  "TWO!"

"I'm sorry Miss, but you forgot to count the first spank.  So we have to start
again, I'm afraid," I sighed with annoyance.

SLAAPPP!!!  "ONE!"

"THAT'S better," I said.

SLAAPPP!!!  "TWO...Ohhhh..."

And so it went for the full five spanks, each one on alternate cheeks. 
Finally, it was over.  The echo of her last count faded from the room as I let
her lie there, bottom high, softly sobbing into the bedsheets.

I unbuckled her ankle cuffs and allowed her to close her legs in a futile
attempt to regain her modesty.  I took some Kleenex and wiped the remaining
Vick's from between her ass cheeks, and with a new tissue, wiped the juices
flowing from her pussy down her thighs.  She sighed and pushed her hips up to
meet my hand as I gently cleansed her private areas, no longer caring what I
could see.

After a soothing application of scented massage lotion, I applied baby powder
to her pelvic area, smoothing the fragrant talc over her buttocks, around the
outside of her genitals and in between her thighs.

"OK, Dawn, it's time for you to rest.  Come along, now,' I said as I helped her
up from her spanking platform.

I walked her to her room and slowly helped her undress, removing her T-shirt
and bra.  I ran my hands over her curvy body, noticing how firm and smooth it
was.  I pulled her toward me and placed her arms around my neck, making her
reach up slightly to do that.  I wrapped my arms around her and give her a big
kiss and a hug.  As I nibbled on her ear, I told her that she was forgiven.

"You've paid the price for your misbehavior, Dawn.  Your punishment is over.  I
forgive you," I whispered as I hugged her tight.

"Thank you, Sir.  I'm really sorry.  I'll try to be the best girl in the world
for you from now on," she replied, returning my squeeze.

"OK, into bed with you, honey," I said as I released her and gave her a little
swat on the bottom.  I watched her slide beneath the covers and nestle her head
into the pillow.  I smoothed the blankets over you and tucked them in at the
edges, making a nice snug enclosure for her.

She looked at me dreamily, her eyes half closed, as I kissed her on the cheek.

"Get some rest.  I'll be back in just a little while," I told her.

She watched me turn off the lights and close the door...knowing I would return
shortly and slip silently in beside her....