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Sharman didn’t do it (M/f, spank, no sex)
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I met Bonnie and her two girls many years ago when her IBM PC was acting up. She had head that I worked for IBM, so I should be able to fix the thing, right? Shortly she was getting paid to do word processing using her PC, so she was especially grateful for the help.
Bonnie was short and attractive and I was disappointed to learn she was dating this guy fairly seriously. After a while, she introduced us, and by the time they were married, he and I had started trading labor, going to a game together, and finally just bumming around. I watched Elana and Sharman advance from 4th & 5th grades to high school and grow to love their step-dad Jim very much.
One morning, Sharman got up and found Jim setting in his recliner with a warm cup of coffee beside him, dead from a totally unexpected heart attack. Being the first to finding him hit Sharman especially hard, not to mention that Jim had just stopped smoking and started a healthy lifestyle. I gave what comfort I could to the family, and even gave the eulogy for Jim. I found myself over at Bonnie’s more to help her clean and repair the house for sale.
One evening Bonnie and Elana went out for a couple of hours and left me pig-tailing aluminum wire and Sharman reading in her bedroom. When I was ready to do Sharman’s outlets, I stopped before knocking on her door because it sounded like she was weeping. I tapped gently on the door, and then eased it open. She was setting in bed with her pajamas on, red-eyed with an open book lying beside her. I sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Sharman... What’s the matter, honey?" She just sniffled. "Did something you were reading upset you?" She nodded, and I moved up to the head of the bed and sat beside her. I picked up the book and gave it a quick glance.
Sharman liked romances, and this one was open to a scene in it where a father and daughter were reunited after a long absence. It had triggered Sharman.
"You miss Jim a lot, don’t you?" She nodded again. "He was a good dad to you." Sharman gave a great sob and threw her arms around me. She clung and sobbed for a couple of minutes. Finally she got the words out, "Why did he go away? Why did I make him go away?" The last part was interesting to me.
"You didn’t make him go away, dear. God took him to heaven. He’s probably looking down and feeling sad that you have to cry so much."
"But I did make him go away. I’m sure he had his heart attack because of me, and I didn’t save him ether!"
"Tell me about it, please." I gently asked. "What did you do to make him go away?"
"Elana and I went shopping for some clothes for school. When we got home and showed Jim what we bought, he said they weren’t right to wear to school and we argued over it."
"That wouldn’t cause a heart attack, honey. I’m sure you argued with many times, right?"
"Yes, but he didn’t die the next morning!" Sharman’s retort was sharp.
"Arguing doesn’t cause a heart attack. That happens only in the movies. Even when Jim was doing unhealthy things like smoking, you argued with him and he didn’t even get sick, let alone die. You know I’m right, don’t you?"
"Yes," came sullenly. "You’re not the only person who has told me that."
"So why do you still think it was your fault?"
"Because I didn’t find him in time!" Sharman began sobbing hard again. I held her and tried my best to sooth her.
"I can understand that. His coffee wasn’t even cold when you got up, and your mom called 911 less than a minute after you found him. You all did everything thing you could, but if you’d gotten up a few minutes earlier you might have found him while he was still alive. That can be a hard thing to bare." Sharman cried some more.
"Sharman, we talked to the doctor that looked at Jim’s body to see why it happened so suddenly. The doctor said that Jim might have been hurting all through the night, and just refused to tell anyone. Remember when you were playing basketball with him and he hurt his ankle? He didn’t let you or anyone know until it swelled up and he couldn’t hide it. Right?"
"Yes."
"So Jim could have had all the warning signs of a heart attack when we went to bed, and not told anyone. Right?"
"Well, yes, I guess."
"Then a lot of it was Jim’s fault for not telling your mom when they got in bed. If he’d told her the night before, you know your mom would have had him at the hospital ASAP. Right?"
"She would have."
"So tell me now, it is fair for your mom to take the blame because she didn’t know to get him to the hospital when they went to bed?"
"No... not really."
"And eight hours later, after he should have gone to the hospital, you found him. I don’t think it’s fair to blame you for Jim ignoring his symptoms for eight hours. You didn’t do anything wrong, he did. And even if you had gotten up an hour earlier, do you think he would have told you that he needed an ambulance?"
"No, probably not."
"So your getting up earlier wouldn’t have made any difference. Jim let his attack go on way too long. Will you please believe that, honey?"
"My head knows what you are saying is true. But I still feel bad, and I can’t do anything about my heart!"
"That may not be true, Sharman. You feel guilty, and there is a way to get rid of guilt."
"You want me to pray some more?"
"When you did something bad, did you mom ever punish you?"
"Yes."
"And when the punishment was over, didn’t you feel better?"
"Yes. She made me pay, and then everything was right again."
"So the answer is that you need to be punished for arguing with Jim and not getting up earlier. If you take your punishment, that will wipe out any wrong you might have done."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. You get punished for what ever wrong you did, and you let Jim take the blame for what ever wrong he did. The slate will be wiped clean. You can stop thinking about anything bad things you might have done, and only think about the good things you did for Jim."
"OK. Jim never spanked me, but mom does. Can you spank me? I’ll think that my spanking comes from Jim and that will help me know that he’s wiped the slate clean."
"Sounds like a plan. I’m gonna whip your ass since Jim can’t, and that will square things up. You ready for your punishment?"
"I’m afraid. Will you hurt me?"
"Yes. It isn’t punishment if it doesn’t hurt."
"Then you won’t hurt me too much?"
"Just enough to punish you. Now, are you ready for your punishment?"
"I guess."
I got up off the bed and pulled Sharman off it by her arm. "No guessing about it, young lady. Now stand up!" I let go of her hand and sat down on the middle of the bed. "Stand up straight and look at me!" Sharman move to stand about a yard in front of me and came to attention. I assume this is how her mother did things, which was a good sign.
"Sharman, you are in trouble for arguing with your dad. Did you do it?"
"Yes, sir. I argued with Jim and I shouldn’t have."
"Are you sorry?"
Sharman gave a small sob. "Yes, sir. I’m very sorry."
"Sharman, you are in trouble for trying to get away with wearing clothes to school that show too much of you. You knew Jim wouldn’t like them when you bought them, but you did anyway. Am I correct?
"Yes, sir. I bought school clothes I knew Jim would not be happy with."
"Are you sorry?"
"Yes, sir. I’m very sorry." There wasn’t a sob this time. I knew she very wasn’t sorry for that and with her mother’s help she would have worn the clothes anyway. But Jim’s approval was the subject here.
"Sharman, you are in trouble because you didn’t find your dad while the paramedics could still reach him alive. Did you get up too late?"
Sharman gave a big sob. "Yes, sir. I’m very sorry. I should have found him while he was still alive."
"Sharman, you are in trouble because you are taking responsibility on yourself for things you can’t control. Are you trying to be responsible for Jim not telling anyone that he was having an heart attack?"
"Yes, sir. I am blaming myself for what Jim did."
"Are you responsible for Jim’s actions?"
"No. Sir. I am not responsible for what other people do."
"Take down you pants, Sharman." Sharman got very red. I wondered if she would follow through. After a long hesitation, she slowly removed her pants and stepped out of them.
"Young lady, you deserve a bare bottom spanking for what you have done. Take down your panties too."
Sharman hesitated again. "Take your punishment, child," I gently said. She immediately complied.
"Now come here and bend over my lap." This time there was no hesitation. Sharman came directly to me and lay down with her bottom up in the air. She offered no resistance when I slightly adjusted her position.
"Sharman, I’ve going to give you 10 swats for each of your three offenses. I started rubbing her bottom. "If you fight me, I’ll just make them harder." I started massaging her thighs. "If you end off my lap then I will find something besides my hand to hit with." I moved to massaging her cheeks. "You will be crying before I am finished." I started pinching her cheeks. "I will not let you up until I see that you are truly sorry." I went back to circling a cheek with my palm straight out, target seeking.
Then I landed the first one, just loud enough to sting a teensy bit. Sharman jerked. I let the other cheek have it and she jerked again. "This is for arguing with Jim." I then laid onto her and she started to cry. I believe it was more remorse than pain. When I finished the ten, her bottom and thighs were red.
"The next ten are for trying to sneak those clothes past your dad. You are to count each swat as I give it to you." I landed the first, and she started counting. This time I varied the timing and location to make her anticipate each one. I felt her fear increase, so after the fourth swat I said, "I’m being sneaky with you. You don’t know where the next swat will land or how hard it will be. Now think about how you and Elana were sneaky with your dad." I had to wait extra before the last two so Sharman could stop sobbing enough to count the previous stroke.
Out of curiosity, I readjusted her on my lap before the last set. I spread her legs apart a bit to see if she was having any reaction. I then very lightly stroked my hand over her bottom and thighs, checking my work, and giving my hand a rest from the effort it had made. I believe her vulva was swollen a bit, but I didn’t touch it. This was spanking only.
"Sharman, these last ten strokes are going to make up for everything that you didn’t do to get Jim help." I landed the first blow. "This is for not getting up earlier." I landed the second blow. "This is for not knowing that he was hurting when he when to bed". Blow number three. "This is because you didn’t make Jim tell you that he needed help." Number 4. "This is because you didn’t make your mom do anything the night before." Fifth blow. "This is because you think that you were supposed to do something you couldn’t do." Six. "This is because you keep hurting yourself by believing that you caused Jim’s death." Blow number seven. "This is because you are trying to take an adult’s responsibility when you are still a child." The Eighth. "This is for thinking that you can do God’s job of giving and taking life." Ninth blow. "This is because you are blaming yourself when it’s not your fault." The tenth blow finished the set.
Sharman had been sobbing hard from the first one on. I stroked her hair and back until she got control of herself again.
"Now go stand against that wall. While you are there, I want you to keep telling yourself that it’s all over. You’re square now. All is forgiven. You have purged your guilt." Sharman got up close and put her nose against it
I put the new wires on the 4 outlets in her room. She was standing in front of one, so when I got there I looked her over before I sent her to another wall. Her pussy had definitely opened up and I could see the edges of her inner lips. I secretly hoped that this arousal was creating a spanko, someone who would enjoy spankings as part of sex.
When I finished with the wiring, I told her to get dressed. After she was ready for bed again, she came and hugged me tight and started to cry softly. "Thank you very much. I’m alright now. I’m crying because I miss Jim. I’m not crying because of what I did -- that’s behind me now. I just feel bad because Jim and I can’t be together any more."
"That’s just fine. We all miss Jim. I’ve even cried a bit too." We held each other for a long time, then Sharman ask me to tuck her into bed. I was glad to do so.
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