Veronica smiled when she heard his firm baritone voice on the phone. "Jacob here."
"It's Veronica," she said sweetly. "I was feeling lonely this evening, and I was wondering if you were too busy to come over and give my booty a good spanking." Jacob only lived a ten-minute walk away, so he could often be available when Veronica decided she needed a strict man on short notice.
He chuckled. "I think I can find time for that in my schedule, young lady," he replied. "Would you like me to come over and spank your bottom right now?"
She nodded, before remembering that she was on the phone and he couldn't see her. "As soon as possible, please."
"I'm almost ready to head out, so I'll be there in twenty minutes. I want you to go to the corner in your bedroom right now and wait for me."
She pouted. "Do I have to?" she whined. "Please? I don't like time-outs."
"Yes, you have to," he responded in a voice that made it clear it was not open to debate. "When I arrive, I want you in the proper mindset for a sound spanking - and twenty minutes in the corner will accomplish that. When I let myself in, I expect to find you facing the corner, hands on your head and bottom bare. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir. I will do as you say," she said, switching to her meekest, most compliant voice.
"Good girl." She could almost hear the grin on his face as he hung up.
Veronica rolled her eyes. Did he really expect her to stand in the corner in an empty house? She had always hated corner time and never understood Jacob's obsession with it. Whenever they got together to play, it always seemed like they had too little time, and he wanted her to waste large parts of it staring at the wallpaper. She could spend that time being spanked, or being comforted afterward, or they could cuddle up on the couch to watch TV - anything except just standing there with her hands on her head and her bottom bare. She couldn't think of a worse waste of their precious moments. She didn't know who'd invented corner time, but she hoped they'd been properly punished for it.
And now she was being told to stand in the corner even when she was alone? She shouldn't be expected to punish herself - that was HIS job. Well, she had no intention of obeying. She would hear him when he let himself in, and she'd have ample time to go to the corner. As long as he didn't hear her move, and she was in position when he entered the room, he'd have no way of knowing how long she'd been standing there. With a smug grin on her face, she sat down in her favourite chair and picked up a novel; a far more enjoyable way of waiting for him to arrive.
"It's Veronica," she said sweetly. "I was feeling lonely this evening, and I was wondering if you were too busy to come over and give my booty a good spanking." Jacob only lived a ten-minute walk away, so he could often be available when Veronica decided she needed a strict man on short notice.
He chuckled. "I think I can find time for that in my schedule, young lady," he replied. "Would you like me to come over and spank your bottom right now?"
She nodded, before remembering that she was on the phone and he couldn't see her. "As soon as possible, please."
"I'm almost ready to head out, so I'll be there in twenty minutes. I want you to go to the corner in your bedroom right now and wait for me."
She pouted. "Do I have to?" she whined. "Please? I don't like time-outs."
"Yes, you have to," he responded in a voice that made it clear it was not open to debate. "When I arrive, I want you in the proper mindset for a sound spanking - and twenty minutes in the corner will accomplish that. When I let myself in, I expect to find you facing the corner, hands on your head and bottom bare. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir. I will do as you say," she said, switching to her meekest, most compliant voice.
"Good girl." She could almost hear the grin on his face as he hung up.
Veronica rolled her eyes. Did he really expect her to stand in the corner in an empty house? She had always hated corner time and never understood Jacob's obsession with it. Whenever they got together to play, it always seemed like they had too little time, and he wanted her to waste large parts of it staring at the wallpaper. She could spend that time being spanked, or being comforted afterward, or they could cuddle up on the couch to watch TV - anything except just standing there with her hands on her head and her bottom bare. She couldn't think of a worse waste of their precious moments. She didn't know who'd invented corner time, but she hoped they'd been properly punished for it.
And now she was being told to stand in the corner even when she was alone? She shouldn't be expected to punish herself - that was HIS job. Well, she had no intention of obeying. She would hear him when he let himself in, and she'd have ample time to go to the corner. As long as he didn't hear her move, and she was in position when he entered the room, he'd have no way of knowing how long she'd been standing there. With a smug grin on her face, she sat down in her favourite chair and picked up a novel; a far more enjoyable way of waiting for him to arrive.
The house was quiet, so even though she was engrossed in the novel, she was able to hear the front door being unlocked - she'd given Jacob a spare key. Glancing at the clock, she noted that it was exactly twenty minutes since she'd hung up; he was always punctual. As quietly as possible, she rose to her feet and tiptoed to the corner. Placing her hands on her head, she grinned to herself, before assuming the properly subdued expression that a girl who had spent almost half an hour staring at the wall while waiting for her spanking would be expected to have.
It was as she heard his footsteps approach the bedroom door that she suddenly remembered that her bottom was supposed to be bare. That had to be rectified immediately - he would certainly express his disapproval if he found she hadn't obeyed his instructions, and she didn't want any extras today. Moving hastily, but silently, she flipped up the back of her skirt, lowering her panties to half-mast. She had to hurry to get her hands back on her head before the door opened, but she managed it.
She stared at the wall, trying to force her heart to beat slower and more quietly. Her little slip-up had jolted her, and he wouldn't expect her to look stressed in the corner. Bored and nervous, but not stressed.
She heard his footsteps moving toward her. She didn't turn around or say anything; when he placed her in the corner, she wasn't allowed to leave it until he told her to, and she couldn't speak unless he asked her a direct question.
"Turn around, young lady," he said. "You can lower your hands now." She obeyed, fervently hoping that she had the proper expression on her face. He gazed at her with a blank, neutral look. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she said obediently, not quite managing to supress her grin. Jacob was a skilled spanker, and she was really looking forward to being over his knee.
"Good." He took a step closer, staring into her eyes. "Did you do as I told you? Did you go to the corner immediately after our conversation?"
She assumed he was trying to see some hint of deceit in her eyes, but she knew he wouldn't find it; she was a skilled liar. "Of course, sir. I wouldn't dream of disobeying you," she said in her sweetest voice.
He sighed. "That's twenty with the belt for lying to me, Veronica. If you do it again, it'll mean a mouth-soaping. Now, let's try again: did you go to the corner when I told you to?"
She stared at him, stunned. She hadn't slipped up somehow, had she? How in the world would he know what she'd done? Part of her wanted to fess up immediately - being spanked with the belt was not the evening she'd had in mind, and having her mouth washed with soap was almost as awful as standing in the corner. However, she decided that it had to be a bluff. He had some suspicion that she'd disobeyed, and hoped that if he pushed her, she'd fold immediately. Well, if he thought that would work, he didn't know her as well as he thought. "But I'm not lying!" she insisted, batting her eyelashes at him. "I was a good girl, I swear!" She sniffled, looking pitifully at him. "Why don't you believe me?"
"I guess you enjoy the taste of soap more than you've let on, then?" He spoke with a calm confidence, ignoring her attempts to seem innocent. "And I think we'll say FORTY with the belt. Shall we try again?"
She grimaced; things were not going her way. She wanted to continue to insist, but she wasn't sure what he'd decide to do next. She was already in for a more severe evening than she'd hoped for, and didn't want to make it worse. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, sir. I disobeyed your orders. I only stepped into the corner when I heard you coming. I shouldn't have done that."
He nodded. "Finally, some honesty from those pretty lips. You lied to me - right to my face."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, sir. It was wrong of me to try to deceive you." She was doing her best to seem compliant now - if she couldn't fool him, she should probably try to placate him.
"That's right." He sat down on her bed, grinning in a way that caused a delightful flutter in her tummy. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, I think you wanted a proper spanking, didn't you?"
Despite how elated she was that her spanking was finally happening, she was still curious. "Sir? If I may ask... how did you know I was lying?" she said timidly.
He hesitated, as if not wanting to give away his secrets, then nodded toward the window. "There's a gap in your curtains," he pointed out. "I suspected you might try something like this, so before heading inside, I had a look... and found a certain naughty girl sitting comfortably in a chair, reading a book, instead of being in time-out like she was supposed to." He tutted. "Then, I decided to see how deep a hole you could dig for yourself. I was hoping you wouldn't lie to me, but I was prepared to let you dig a whole lot deeper," he said, with a tone of voice that made Veronica relieved that she had decided to stop lying to him.
He patted his lap. Needing no further encouragement, she placed herself over his thighs, with her skirt still raised and her panties still around her knees. As his hand ran gently across her bare bottom, a blissful smile spread across her lips. This was what she'd longer for; a firm spanking from a handsome, skilled, and enthusiastic man, who would enjoy it almost as much as she did. The only downside was that once she'd gotten exactly what she wanted, she'd get a harsh punishment she really DIDN'T want, but that was a problem for later.
Once he'd caressed her for a few minutes, he lifted his hand, smacking her soft bottom with his firm palm. She wriggled teasingly to encourage him as his hand moved from cheek to cheek, slapping every inch of her bottom.
"Oh! Sir," she gasped as his hand struck her sensitive sit spots.
He chuckled, continuing to slowly warm her bottom. "You like that, young lady? Don't you?"
She hid her blush, unwilling to respond, but couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips.
He started to spank harder and faster. Her wriggles were now entirely involuntary, and she was mewling under his palm. But she was still grinning, and loved every firm smack he gave her.
As the sting started to build, she was soon kicking her legs and yelping, and he had to hold her in place to stop her from squirming off his lap.
"Oh! Could you be a little more gentle, please?" she managed to hiss, but he ignored her - as she knew he would. Once she was over Jacob's lap, he was the one who decided how long and how hard she should be spanked.
When he eventually stopped spanking her, he soothingly rubbed her bottom before helping her up into a sitting position. As she rested her head on his chest, he kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. "Did you enjoy your spanking, little one?" He asked.
She nodded, eyes shining brightly up at him.
"And if you had been a good girl and gone to the corner when I told you to, we'd move on to lotion and cuddles right now. But you didn't, did you?"
She suddenly remembered what he'd promised her, and her face fell. "I'm sorry, sir. Please don't give -"
He placed his finger on her lips to silence her. "You disobeyed my instructions, and lied to my face. What sort of punishment do you deserve for that?"
Veronica grimaced. He was actually forcing her to say the dreadful truth out loud. Assuming her most contrite expression, she looked pitifully up at him. "I am very sorry for trying to deceive you, sir. Please give me forty strokes of the belt, and wash my lying mouth with soap."
He grinned, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on her lips. "Good girl. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
They rose to their feet, and Jacob placed the pillows in a pile in the centre of the bed. At a nod from him, Veronica laid down on her stomach, the pillows lifting her rear end. The cool air gently caressed her warm bottom, and she blushed as she thought about how naked and vulnerable she was before his eyes.
She whimpered as she heard him pull his belt from the loops. The sound of leather made her squirm, knowing that it would soon kiss her bare backside.
"I want you to think about your disobedience as you're being whipped," he said in that serious tone he always employed in moments like this. "You'll do as I say from now on, Veronica."
"Yes, sir," she said, clenching her cheeks as she waited for that awful first stroke. When it landed, she cried out, futilely kicking her legs. He held the belt by the buckle-end, swinging the entire length across her already-sore bottom. Her pink posterior was soon marked with wide, red welts.
She was furiously kicking her legs, sobbing loudly, and pleading for mercy, but nothing had any effect on the strict man glaring down at her. The belt rose and fell repeatedly, crashing down with a smack that was drowned out by the howls of the red-bottomed girl.
"I hope you're learning your lesson, little miss," he lectured as he continued to whip her. "I don't want to do this again - but I won't hesitate to do it if you deserve it."
"Oh! I'll be good, sir! I promise I'll behave," she promised, squirming on the bed as the belt kissed her sensitive rear.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks long before he placed the belt down on the table. However, Veronica was not allowed any time to rest after her ordeal. Grabbing her by the ear, Jacob dragged the yelping girl into the bathroom. Veronica scurried along, a distant part of her mind thankful that she didn't have to shuffle with her panties around her ankles - she must have kicked them off at one point, but she wasn't sure whether it was during the yummy hand-spanking or the awful belting.
He let go of her, and she gingerly rubbed her ear as he picked up the bar of soap and lathered it. She grimaced as she watched him work, knowing how awful it would taste. Jacob washed her mouth with soap if he caught her lying, or cursing, or smoking, and she hated every second. There was something enjoyable about her spankings, even the most severe ones, but soap had no upsides.
"Open up," he commanded. Despite her reluctance, she immediately obeyed - there was no doubt in her mind that if she hesitated, he was willing to drag her back to the bedroom by her ear, and then giving her another 40 licks with the belt.
Tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks as he rubbed the bar of soap in her mouth, moving it around to spread the suds all over. She flinched as he started to cover her tongue in soap, and a desperate urge to spit it out was only checked by the glare he gave her.
Once he was certain her mouth had been thoroughly washed, he placed the bar between her teeth. "Bite down on it," he told her, and she reluctantly obeyed. She didn't want to find out what happened if she disobeyed him again. "Now, since you didn't do your corner time when I told you to, I think this is an excellent time to show your new-found obedience. Nose in the corner, hands on her head, for twenty minutes."
Veronica was so shocked, she almost lost the soap when her jaw went slack, but he managed to bite down just in time. He really expected her to stand in the corner with the soap still in her mouth? That was inhumane! He couldn't do that do her! There had to be some sort of law against that sort of unconscionable cruelty! Unable to beg for mercy with the soap still in her mouth, she gave him her most pleading, pitiful gaze, hoping that she could convince him to change his mind.
He raised an eyebrow. "Or would you rather have forty minutes?"
She immediately moved to the corner, placing her hands on her head. It was clear he was not in the mood to negotiate.
"Twenty minutes, then," he told her, to her immense relief. "Once that's done, you can rinse your mouth - and then come here for the cuddles you would have earned if you'd gone to the corner when I first told you to."
Facing the wallpaper, Veronica tried to focus her mind on how wonderful it would be to cuddle up to Jacob, and doing her best to ignore the awful taste of soap.
It was as she heard his footsteps approach the bedroom door that she suddenly remembered that her bottom was supposed to be bare. That had to be rectified immediately - he would certainly express his disapproval if he found she hadn't obeyed his instructions, and she didn't want any extras today. Moving hastily, but silently, she flipped up the back of her skirt, lowering her panties to half-mast. She had to hurry to get her hands back on her head before the door opened, but she managed it.
She stared at the wall, trying to force her heart to beat slower and more quietly. Her little slip-up had jolted her, and he wouldn't expect her to look stressed in the corner. Bored and nervous, but not stressed.
She heard his footsteps moving toward her. She didn't turn around or say anything; when he placed her in the corner, she wasn't allowed to leave it until he told her to, and she couldn't speak unless he asked her a direct question.
"Turn around, young lady," he said. "You can lower your hands now." She obeyed, fervently hoping that she had the proper expression on her face. He gazed at her with a blank, neutral look. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she said obediently, not quite managing to supress her grin. Jacob was a skilled spanker, and she was really looking forward to being over his knee.
"Good." He took a step closer, staring into her eyes. "Did you do as I told you? Did you go to the corner immediately after our conversation?"
She assumed he was trying to see some hint of deceit in her eyes, but she knew he wouldn't find it; she was a skilled liar. "Of course, sir. I wouldn't dream of disobeying you," she said in her sweetest voice.
He sighed. "That's twenty with the belt for lying to me, Veronica. If you do it again, it'll mean a mouth-soaping. Now, let's try again: did you go to the corner when I told you to?"
She stared at him, stunned. She hadn't slipped up somehow, had she? How in the world would he know what she'd done? Part of her wanted to fess up immediately - being spanked with the belt was not the evening she'd had in mind, and having her mouth washed with soap was almost as awful as standing in the corner. However, she decided that it had to be a bluff. He had some suspicion that she'd disobeyed, and hoped that if he pushed her, she'd fold immediately. Well, if he thought that would work, he didn't know her as well as he thought. "But I'm not lying!" she insisted, batting her eyelashes at him. "I was a good girl, I swear!" She sniffled, looking pitifully at him. "Why don't you believe me?"
"I guess you enjoy the taste of soap more than you've let on, then?" He spoke with a calm confidence, ignoring her attempts to seem innocent. "And I think we'll say FORTY with the belt. Shall we try again?"
She grimaced; things were not going her way. She wanted to continue to insist, but she wasn't sure what he'd decide to do next. She was already in for a more severe evening than she'd hoped for, and didn't want to make it worse. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, sir. I disobeyed your orders. I only stepped into the corner when I heard you coming. I shouldn't have done that."
He nodded. "Finally, some honesty from those pretty lips. You lied to me - right to my face."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, sir. It was wrong of me to try to deceive you." She was doing her best to seem compliant now - if she couldn't fool him, she should probably try to placate him.
"That's right." He sat down on her bed, grinning in a way that caused a delightful flutter in her tummy. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, I think you wanted a proper spanking, didn't you?"
Despite how elated she was that her spanking was finally happening, she was still curious. "Sir? If I may ask... how did you know I was lying?" she said timidly.
He hesitated, as if not wanting to give away his secrets, then nodded toward the window. "There's a gap in your curtains," he pointed out. "I suspected you might try something like this, so before heading inside, I had a look... and found a certain naughty girl sitting comfortably in a chair, reading a book, instead of being in time-out like she was supposed to." He tutted. "Then, I decided to see how deep a hole you could dig for yourself. I was hoping you wouldn't lie to me, but I was prepared to let you dig a whole lot deeper," he said, with a tone of voice that made Veronica relieved that she had decided to stop lying to him.
He patted his lap. Needing no further encouragement, she placed herself over his thighs, with her skirt still raised and her panties still around her knees. As his hand ran gently across her bare bottom, a blissful smile spread across her lips. This was what she'd longer for; a firm spanking from a handsome, skilled, and enthusiastic man, who would enjoy it almost as much as she did. The only downside was that once she'd gotten exactly what she wanted, she'd get a harsh punishment she really DIDN'T want, but that was a problem for later.
Once he'd caressed her for a few minutes, he lifted his hand, smacking her soft bottom with his firm palm. She wriggled teasingly to encourage him as his hand moved from cheek to cheek, slapping every inch of her bottom.
"Oh! Sir," she gasped as his hand struck her sensitive sit spots.
He chuckled, continuing to slowly warm her bottom. "You like that, young lady? Don't you?"
She hid her blush, unwilling to respond, but couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips.
He started to spank harder and faster. Her wriggles were now entirely involuntary, and she was mewling under his palm. But she was still grinning, and loved every firm smack he gave her.
As the sting started to build, she was soon kicking her legs and yelping, and he had to hold her in place to stop her from squirming off his lap.
"Oh! Could you be a little more gentle, please?" she managed to hiss, but he ignored her - as she knew he would. Once she was over Jacob's lap, he was the one who decided how long and how hard she should be spanked.
When he eventually stopped spanking her, he soothingly rubbed her bottom before helping her up into a sitting position. As she rested her head on his chest, he kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. "Did you enjoy your spanking, little one?" He asked.
She nodded, eyes shining brightly up at him.
"And if you had been a good girl and gone to the corner when I told you to, we'd move on to lotion and cuddles right now. But you didn't, did you?"
She suddenly remembered what he'd promised her, and her face fell. "I'm sorry, sir. Please don't give -"
He placed his finger on her lips to silence her. "You disobeyed my instructions, and lied to my face. What sort of punishment do you deserve for that?"
Veronica grimaced. He was actually forcing her to say the dreadful truth out loud. Assuming her most contrite expression, she looked pitifully up at him. "I am very sorry for trying to deceive you, sir. Please give me forty strokes of the belt, and wash my lying mouth with soap."
He grinned, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on her lips. "Good girl. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
They rose to their feet, and Jacob placed the pillows in a pile in the centre of the bed. At a nod from him, Veronica laid down on her stomach, the pillows lifting her rear end. The cool air gently caressed her warm bottom, and she blushed as she thought about how naked and vulnerable she was before his eyes.
She whimpered as she heard him pull his belt from the loops. The sound of leather made her squirm, knowing that it would soon kiss her bare backside.
"I want you to think about your disobedience as you're being whipped," he said in that serious tone he always employed in moments like this. "You'll do as I say from now on, Veronica."
"Yes, sir," she said, clenching her cheeks as she waited for that awful first stroke. When it landed, she cried out, futilely kicking her legs. He held the belt by the buckle-end, swinging the entire length across her already-sore bottom. Her pink posterior was soon marked with wide, red welts.
She was furiously kicking her legs, sobbing loudly, and pleading for mercy, but nothing had any effect on the strict man glaring down at her. The belt rose and fell repeatedly, crashing down with a smack that was drowned out by the howls of the red-bottomed girl.
"I hope you're learning your lesson, little miss," he lectured as he continued to whip her. "I don't want to do this again - but I won't hesitate to do it if you deserve it."
"Oh! I'll be good, sir! I promise I'll behave," she promised, squirming on the bed as the belt kissed her sensitive rear.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks long before he placed the belt down on the table. However, Veronica was not allowed any time to rest after her ordeal. Grabbing her by the ear, Jacob dragged the yelping girl into the bathroom. Veronica scurried along, a distant part of her mind thankful that she didn't have to shuffle with her panties around her ankles - she must have kicked them off at one point, but she wasn't sure whether it was during the yummy hand-spanking or the awful belting.
He let go of her, and she gingerly rubbed her ear as he picked up the bar of soap and lathered it. She grimaced as she watched him work, knowing how awful it would taste. Jacob washed her mouth with soap if he caught her lying, or cursing, or smoking, and she hated every second. There was something enjoyable about her spankings, even the most severe ones, but soap had no upsides.
"Open up," he commanded. Despite her reluctance, she immediately obeyed - there was no doubt in her mind that if she hesitated, he was willing to drag her back to the bedroom by her ear, and then giving her another 40 licks with the belt.
Tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks as he rubbed the bar of soap in her mouth, moving it around to spread the suds all over. She flinched as he started to cover her tongue in soap, and a desperate urge to spit it out was only checked by the glare he gave her.
Once he was certain her mouth had been thoroughly washed, he placed the bar between her teeth. "Bite down on it," he told her, and she reluctantly obeyed. She didn't want to find out what happened if she disobeyed him again. "Now, since you didn't do your corner time when I told you to, I think this is an excellent time to show your new-found obedience. Nose in the corner, hands on her head, for twenty minutes."
Veronica was so shocked, she almost lost the soap when her jaw went slack, but he managed to bite down just in time. He really expected her to stand in the corner with the soap still in her mouth? That was inhumane! He couldn't do that do her! There had to be some sort of law against that sort of unconscionable cruelty! Unable to beg for mercy with the soap still in her mouth, she gave him her most pleading, pitiful gaze, hoping that she could convince him to change his mind.
He raised an eyebrow. "Or would you rather have forty minutes?"
She immediately moved to the corner, placing her hands on her head. It was clear he was not in the mood to negotiate.
"Twenty minutes, then," he told her, to her immense relief. "Once that's done, you can rinse your mouth - and then come here for the cuddles you would have earned if you'd gone to the corner when I first told you to."
Facing the wallpaper, Veronica tried to focus her mind on how wonderful it would be to cuddle up to Jacob, and doing her best to ignore the awful taste of soap.
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