Chrissy's Atonement (M/F,cons,spank,temp) CHRISSY'S ATONEMENT Chrissy had just one little problem last week. Thursday was the new moon, so it was Girls' Night Out again. She knew she shouldn't go out on a week night at this time of year, but everyone else was going and she wanted to go too. They didn't go in the Jacuzzi after hours...they didn't even stay in the canyon this time. They went to a restaurant in town and had a lovely evening...good food, good wine, good company...it just ran a little late. Well, maybe more than a little late. When she finally got home and saw the time, she decided she should set the alarm clock. She turned the volume up loud and set the alarm for 6:30. She just forgot to be sure it was set for A.M. So she overslept and was late for work again. And she was sure she should have confessed to me sooner...it's just that she didn't want me to know. "Well, Chrissie, that's two offenses which need addressing. Being late for work is not the end of the world, especially in this case where it was an error which apparently is rare for you. Or isn't it?? The more troubling matter is your not reporting it to me promptly...as you have been required to do," I explained calmly when she came to visit me later that same evening. "I will have to give some thought to how I should handle you in this matter....not 'what' so much as how severely." She sat there before me picking at her supper, refusing to look me in the eye. She knew what form my displeasure with her irresponsible actions takes. She finally found her voice, and looked up tentatively at me. "I thought there weren't going to be any consequences for something like this, Sir," she said hopefully. "I try not to be late, Sir, but sometimes a cycle starts and I just get later and later and maybe it happens a little more often than it should. But Sir, if I hadn't been so busy being late, I'm sure I would have told you sooner." "What? Since when are there no consequences to your actions?? You know better than that, young lady! Apparently your efforts are severely lacking. If you had put forth honest effort, you would have shaped up long before it got to be a cyclical habit. And your last excuse for not reporting is pure gibberish!! I will NOT accept these excuses!" I retorted, causing her to lower her eyes again, knowing she failed once again to fool me with her false contrition. "You will report to the spanking room promptly, Miss!" "Oh, Sir, I don't know what to say to you now. I wish I'd told you sooner...I wish I hadn't told you at all! I wish I could lie to you. I wanted to be good for you, so I didn't want you to know. I'm sorry, Sir, and I know I deserve to be punished. But please don't spank me hard, Sir. Please!" she implored. "Too late for being sorry, Miss. You will report to the spanking room as ordered. When I come in, I will lock the door behind me. I want you standing in the middle of the room with your jeans lowered to your ankles, your panties lowered to your knees, legs spread, and hands behind your head. Then I'll deal with you from there. Understand me?!" She did understand, and as she slowly walked down the hall she could only hope her punishment wouldn't be too severe. She took a deep breath and entered the spanking room. She knew what was required of her, but she didn't think she could do it yet again. She knew she would feel ridiculous standing in the middle of an empty room as I instructed. But she considered what might happen if she didn't obey me, and walked to the center of the room. As she unzipped her jeans, she couldn't believe she was doing this...and she realized she really didn't have a choice. The idea of defying me was more inconceivable than the idea of lowering her pants in an empty room. Her jeans dropped down to her ankles, and she slowly slid her white cotton panties down to her knees. She spread her legs as far apart as her jeans would allow and clasped her hands behind her head. She didn't know how long she could maintain this position...and she wondered how long I was going to make her wait. 'I'm so embarrassed,' she thought. After removing her lower clothing, she was grateful for a chance to try to control her swirling emotions. Her heart was pounding in fear, but she was still becoming more aroused and then ashamed. She saw the door open and her eyes tracked me as I came in...watching me lock the door behind me. Her heart sank...she knew what the locked door meant. I took a moment to stand in front of her, looking into her eyes, looking her up and down...assessing her in her state of shameful undress. She knew she was in big trouble this time. As I checked her out, a wave of shame washed over her. I knew she was embarrassed to be exposed before me, and trembling at the thought of what she knew was going to happen. My questions seemed endless, prolonging her shame, forcing her to tell me what we both knew...that she was a naughty little girl about to have her bare bottom spanked. I began asking her why she was here in the spanking room. "I'm here because I've been a naughty girl, Sir." "How have you been a naughty girl, Chrissy?" I inquired. "Sir, I stayed out late with no excuse, and I was late for work because of that. I also failed to report this misbehavior to you promptly," she recited while looking at the floor in front of her. "What happens to naughty girls when they report to the spanking room?" I ask. "Naughty girls are spanked, Sir." "Why are they spanked?" I pressed on. "Because they need to be punished for their errors and made to think about misbehaving in the future, Sir." "And how are they spanked, young lady?" I at last asked her. She already knew the answers to my questions...and knew that naughty girls are always spanked bare in the spanking room. "They're spanked bare, Sir," she replied in a low voice accompanied by a sigh. As I was questioning her, I was slowly walking around her, enjoying her discomfort at being treated like a little girl. I finally stopped in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it open at the bottom. I unhooked her bra from the front, letting it fall free to the sides, exposing her breasts. As I started to unbutton her blouse, she realized her nipples were erect. She was so ashamed, she didn't want me to know, but I unhooked her bra anyway and looked down and saw it all. A shiver ran through her. I knew she didn't want me to think she was a naughty little slut. "My, my, young lady. Hard nipples already, I see," I observed, expecting no response from the little penitent in her scolding position below me. I watched the goose bumps rise on her breast flesh as her eyes nervously anticipated what was to come.... As I calmly stared at her, she thought about what was going to happen. She knew I was going to spank her bare bottom, and she knew it was going to hurt. The thought caused flutters in her stomach, and to her embarrassment, I saw her nipples grow even harder and more erect. "You should be ashamed of yourself for becoming aroused thinking of your impending punishment! But I will soon address that," I intoned quietly but firmly. I told her to kick off her jeans and panties and fold them neatly for me. I directed her to hand them to me one at a time. I ordered her to do the same with her blouse and bra, and she did so, handing them each to me with both hands, as if it were an offering. In a way it was, wasn't it? She was surrendering complete control to me by her submission. I stood calmly in front of her, clearly in control. As she offered me each piece of clothing, she hoped I wouldn't notice the trembling in her hands. Of course I did...I see everything. I made her raise her hands way above her head and turn in a complete circle for me so I could inspect her to be sure she was completely bare for me. That completed, I brought my straight back chair to the middle of the room. I removed my trousers, since I didn't want them soiled by her female juices emanating during the spanking like the last time. I'm well aware of what happens between her legs when she's spanked, and it amuses me to no end. Without a word, I beckoned her over to me, and she obediently stood by my side. I took her hand and pulled her over my lap, adjusting her buttocks so they were centered directly in front of me. I spread her legs slightly, inspecting her closely for remnants of the last spanking. Fortunately, all signs of her previous punishment had disappeared. I rubbed the flesh of her buttocks slowly, letting my fingers slip up and down her ass crack, going a little deeper each time. She always thought that felt nice, but she really knew that I was just sensitizing her for the spanking that was just about to occur. My hand finally came to rest across the crevice of her buttocks. My other hand reached down below her chest to check her nipples to be sure her breasts were hanging freely. I noticed the nipples were still hard...and I smiled to myself at my girl's lack of self-control. I asked her if she was ready for her spanking. Ashamed of her lewd thoughts, she nodded slightly and choked out a "Yes, Sir." I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her in tightly to me. My hand lifted high above the backs of her thighs as my eyes bored into the exact spot I targeted for the first spank. I noticed her taut buttocks clench and unclench in anticipation. My hand came down. SMAACKK!!! Right across the right buttock. She gasped loudly, then silence. As I waited...more silence. The first spank had come down hard! I heard her gasp loudly, but she was determined not to cry out. She obviously wanted to show me that she was a big girl who could take her punishment. She wanted me to be proud of her. "You know the rules, young lady," I told her. "You missed the count, so you will take that spank over again." I felt her tremble across my thighs. I knew she was thinking of protesting, but her will to defy me had evaporated. She sighed, and resignedly mumbled, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I will remember to count as you require." I raise my hand again, then let it fall, this time across the left ass cheek. SMAACKK!!! "Ow!! ONE!!" she cried out. I smiled at her newly found obedience. SMAACKKK!! "TWO!! Oh, please, Sir, not so hard. Please!!" SMAACCKKK!!! "THREE!!! Ohhhhh...." And so it went for a full forty spanks, each one alternating from left to right cheek. As I delivered the spanking, I watched with fascination as she squirmed and kicked her legs, allowing me fleeting glimpses of her glistening pussy and twitching anus. I made a mental note that I was going to have to shave all her pussy and anal hair off soon. I think she would look absolutely charming with a white, soft, smooth pussy and anus between her legs. And it would remove the psychological barrier which she subconsciously thinks she can hide behind when she presents herself naked to me. As I finished the spanking at the count of forty, I told her that she was through for now. I held her over my lap, noticing that she seemed abnormally warm, even after the vigorous spanking she'd just received. Because of my concern for her, I told her that I was going to take her temperature. I ordered her to stand up and face me, which she did with some reluctance, even though she was glad the spanking was over. Now she wondered what I had in store for her next.... As I ordered her to stand up and face me, it occured to her that I might not be planning to use an oral thermometer. 'Omigosh, he couldn't intend to use a rectal thermometer!!!' she thought in alarm. As she stood and faced me, she realized she didn't want me to take her temperature. With both hands, she reached back and rubbed her sore bottom. She looked around the room, trying to find her clothes. "You WILL have your temperature taken by me, young lady!! Rectally!" I said forcefully, knowing instantly what was on her mind. As she moved to retrieve her clothes, I grabbed her by the ear lobe and pulled her back into her prior position. I pulled her face close to mine and looked deep into her eyes...and commanded her with a deep, forceful voice to stay right where she was! To emphasize my point, I slapped her on her left ass cheek, which elicited a muffled cry from her. She flinched, but dared not move. I picked up a tube of KY jelly and squirted a healthy glob onto my middle fingertip. I put my left hand on her head and pushed her down, making her squat on her haunches, propping herself up on her hands. I pushed her knees apart, giving me unrestricted access to her pelvic area. Her eyes were glued to mine, searching for a clue of what I was going to do. She felt my middle finger slip between her ass cheeks, the KY helping it slide up and down until it found the very center of her little brown hole. After making little circles with my finger around the outside of her anus, I suddenly slipped my finger into her asshole, past her tight little sphincter, and up into her rectum. She finally felt my knuckles against her bare buttocks and my wrist pressing against her exposed pussy, putting pressure on her already swollen clit. I twisted and turned my finger around inside her, lubricating her thoroughly. I saw her close her eyes and try to believe this wasn't happening...wanting to escape this newest humiliation, but she couldn't. Slowly, I withdrew my finger, letting her anus shrink back to its normal size, for now. 'Oh my gosh...I don't believe this is happening! I didn't think there could be anything more humiliating then being spanked bare, but I didn't have a clue! Even worse, its arousing me! This can't be happening! I can feel his finger dancing inside me, I'm afraid I'm going to cum...no, I won't! I don't want him to know!' she thinks in a rapid stream. As my finger slowly withdraws and my wrist eases back she's able to control herself...but her eyes remain closed, afraid to let me see into her soul. 'Does he know??? I can't fool him or myself...yes, he knows, all right!' "Sir, I'm so sorry! I don't mean to be so naughty...I can't help it!" she volunteered, hoping to distract me from what I was doing, and to prove she was trying to please me. I commanded her to remain just as she was, squatting down and steadying herself with her hands, legs spread wide. I picked up a rectal thermometer from the bureau....and held it so she would notice it's a bit longer and thicker than the normal rectal type. I shook it down and slowly coated it with KY, making the yellow and clear glass tube shimmer in the light. I returned to her, squatting down facing her and getting in nice and close...making her feel my commanding presence. My left hand felt underneath her bottom between her legs for just the right spot, and spread her buttocks wide apart. With my right hand, I slipped the thermometer between her asscheeks and slid the little metal bulb up and down her crack until I found the very center of her little pucker. She felt the cold bulb just touch her clenched anus, and she reflexively clenched tighter. Once I sensed her initial reflex had passed, I inserted the glass tube way up into her rectum, letting her buttocks close tightly around it. I warned her to remain still and hold that thermometer inside her for the full three minutes it would take to register her basal temperature. I instructed her not to use her hands...just her anal muscles. I thought to myself that this would be a good test of her discipline. I also warned her that if the thermometer should fall out, she would be treated to some extra punishment. I looked down between her legs and saw the end of the glass protruding from between her bare buns, and observed it wiggling slightly with her efforts to clench her asshole tightly to keep it in. I left her there as I went to make further preparations, thinking what a good girl I have here, willing to learn her place in my life. As I turned away to make further preparations, she was grateful that I was no longer watching her struggle to keep the thermometer from slipping. 'Wait a minute...further preparations??? What can he possibly be doing??!' are the things foremost in her mind right now. While she's lost in thought, the thermometer slowly begins slipping out. She suddenly realizes the thermometer is about to fall out and quickly reaches under to push it back in place...just as I turn and look at her. "I caught you, young lady! What did I tell you about keeping your hands where they were? You dare defy me?? You don't even have enough control to keep the thermometer in place for three lousy minutes? You are an insult to me and all my training!" I exploded at her as I walked quickly back to her, my pace frighteningly fast. I squatted down in front of her. I reached between her legs, brushing her pussy as I found the thermometer and slowly pulled it out. I read it. Slightly elevated, but of no real concern right now. Without saying a word, I pulled her to her feet and told her to bend over and grab her ankles. "And keep your feet spread apart! Wider!" I ordered. After she bent over and I positioned her, I brought the chair over and sat facing her gaping wide bottom. My fingers traced a thin line right down the center of the little slit of her pussy. I told her how shamefully wet she was, as my finger slid up and down over her clit, making her shudder. I took a Kleenex and wiped the excess pussy juice from between her puffy, hairy lips, then cleaned the excess KY jelly from around her anal ring. "I told you there would be a special punishment if you fooled with the thermometer. Now you're going to see what it is," I announced ominously. She could hear me opening and closing a drawer behind her and I came back and sat in the chair again. She could see between her legs that I was holding a small jar...and was unscrewing the lid. I took a big glob of the clear paste on my index finger and raised it so she lost sight of it. "Young lady, this is going to burn a bit," I advised her. "I'm going to apply some Vick's to your anal opening now, which will cause you to feel a strong "icy hot" sensation. This will cause your anus to pucker and distend, pulsating in and out, if you will. As this is happening, I will administer ten rapid spanks to your bare bottom in this position to make you think twice about disobeying me in the future." I saw her shudder and thought she was going to die from the anticipation alone. "Please, Sir, no. I don't think I can take any more," she pleaded. I, of course, ignored her. She felt something cold touch her little brown hole, then my finger slipped in, but only to the first knuckle this time. She could feel me twisting and turning it, drawing it out, then pushing it back in. I finally slipped it out and rubbed it back and forth over her outer anal opening, being sure to coat every little crevice back there. When I was satisfied that I'd thoroughly applied the ointment, I stepped back to give it a moment to take effect. I watched, pleased, as her anus began to pucker, and her hips wiggle back and forth to try to escape the newest torment. She desperately tried to squirm away from herself, to no avail. Then, to her ultimate embarrassment, she lost her balance and toppled over. This last indignity caused her to burst into tears, and she lay at my feet, sobbing. I just shook my head and smiled as I looked at her writhing on the floor crying from embarrassment. What am I going to do with this undisciplined object at my feet? I sighed and picked her up so she was under my left arm facing rearward, legs hanging free to my front, bare buns canted upward for my complete access. I squeezed her to me tightly and began delivering the ten extra spanks. I alternated five hard slaps on each buttock until the ten were delivered. She just remained limp and crying in my grasp until the ordeal was over. She had finally given up resisting me. I carried her over to the bathroom and placed her gently on the floor, telling her to get in the knee-chest position. She did as she was told, spreading her legs wide. I told her to hold her buttocks apart with her hands, and she spread them wide for me...giving me an exquisite view of her sweet, private places. I took a washcloth and soap and gently washed away the burn, even though by now it had pretty much subsided. I dried her off, dabbing her with a warm, fluffy towel. I sprinkled baby powder over her reddened buns as well as her sensitive pussy, massaging it all in until I noticed more moisture peeking through her pussy lips. I smiled as I saw my little girl reacting predictably once again.... I finally pulled her to her feet and announced that her spanking was over. I pulled her close to me and lifted her chin with my hand...making her look into my eyes. I gave her a brief kiss and told her that I was proud of her for taking her discipline so well. She bowed her head and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back and nuzzled her neck and ear for a moment, holding each other in comfortable silence. We both knew how these "accountability sessions" brought us so much closer together. It reinforced to Chrissie just how much I really cared for her. I knew what she wanted next, but part of her discipline training is patience. So I told her to go back to her room and contemplate her most recent punishment. She must walk back to her room carrying her clothes, not wearing them. I watched as she slowly left the room. Finally back in her own room, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her head. She contemplated this last punishment as instructed, and vowed to always obey me in the future. After about half an hour, I slowly opened the door to her room and entered, closing the door softly behind me. I went over to the bed where she lay, all covered up, as if hiding from me. I slipped the covers down from her face and proceeded to tuck her in. I gave her a kiss on the forehead as my hand ran down her front, checking to see if she had gotten dressed yet. I sensed that she was still completely bare underneath, and my maleness rose as I snuggled closer to her. She opened her big brown eyes and gave me a dreamy smile. "I'm so lucky to have you, honey," she purred as she snuggled deeper into the covers. I had just received my reward for the evening!