Using her arm as a guide, he pulled her willingly over his lap and proceeded to launch into her pale behind using the palm of his hand. He had not mentioned a hand spanking, but that was part of his traditional ‘warm up’. He solemnly began to lightly spank her wiggling behind. Smack, smack. He alternated between the left and right cheek watching closely to ensure that he was effectively warming up the entire area. Kris held perfectly still and whined slightly under her breath when the smacks got a little harder. When he was convinced that the warm up was complete- he instructed Kris to get the brush and prepare for the 110 licks. She doubted if she could make it. That sounded like so many. But, David could typically push her to handle much more than she thought she could.

The first blow landed directly across both of her cheeks and Kris swallowed the scream that immediately rose in her throat. The unrelenting myriad of blows continued as Kris planted her hips firmly against David’s knees in an attempt to lessen the impact from the spiteful brush. She counted the first 20 in her head before she lost count and began to moan quietly into her hands. She was trying very hard not to cry this early. After all, she was just getting started. She hoped that he was counting, because she was focusing simply on withstanding the spanking and had completely lost the ability to form a rational thought. Her entire center of attention was on her flaming backside and on when the torture would end. Surely, it had been a hundred licks already! Her ass was on fire, but her mentor showed no signs of slowing down- much less stopping. He began moving the brush down her legs and was now heating her upper thighs using the same speed and dexterity. David possessed this inane ability to locate the tenderest spots along her legs and thighs and focus his attentions there until she could not longer stand it. The last 20 licks were laid quickly on her upper legs temporarily drawing her attention away from her stinging butt cheeks. The moaning quickly changed to sobbing as he increased the intensity for the last 10 licks. After he landed the last of the numerous blows, he dropped the brush in the floor and held her in position by placing his hand firmly in the small of her back. He traced some of the welts on her backside with his index finger and tenderly massaged her tender thighs for a moment. He pulled her to her feet and used his hands to wipe away the tears that were filling her eyes.

“That is it for the brush. Get back in the corner and get a grip on yourself before we start again.“ Kris quickly moved to the corner reaching back to rub her aching rear as she went. The loud “No rubbing. Hands up!” from across the room stopped her quickly and got her hands back into position on top of her head. With her face buried in the corner, she sobbed quietly until she felt his hand touch her shoulder. “You do realize why I had to do this, don’t you?” The expected lecture was not as bad as Kris had imagined. He spoke quietly into the back of her hair about the ins and outs of budgeting and how spending money without the proper forethought could be detrimental in the long run. Kris heard every word and was able to provide the expected responses at the expected times. However, her main focus remained on her throbbing rear and the punishment she had yet to receive.