Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Runaway Responsibility
Summary: A young girl with no other options takes a job as a landscaper,
but finds out her mistakes will cost her bottom dearly!
Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010



   Oh, shit!" swore Jessica under her breath as water began squirting
violently up from the freshly dug hole.  She had been planting ornamental
shrubbery around the expansive Hollywood mansion all morning and had been
very careful to avoid lawn sprinkler lines.  Now, three hours into the job,
she let her exhaustion interfere with her concentration.  Hacking into the
polyvinyl pipe was a symptom of her fatigue, but the gushing water was the
irrefutable evidence that would result in dire consequences with her boss.

   Jeremy Winslow was a nice, likeable guy, who at 35 years of age had
become the father figure in 22 year old Jessica's life.  If it hadn't been
for Jeremy, who knows what would have happened to Jessica.  The real story
of Jessica's life, at least her present life, began only six months ago. 
And, as Jessica hurried to find the water shut off valve she reflected on
the past six months.  Jessica knew what would happen when Jeremy learned
about her mistake and on the surface of her mind she wondered why she put
up with the frequent, painful spankings she suffered at his hand.

   Deep down, however, she knew why.  Jeremy never spanked her with out a
good reason and Jessica acknowledged his fairness.  More importantly,
however, she knew that she had deserved each and every spanking from
Jeremy, and no matter how painful they were (and they were painful!),
Jessica always felt that Jeremy spanked her because he cared.  And his
caring was very real, as real as the love of her mother and father, neither
of whom ever hesitated to point our Jessica's mistakes with hairbrush or
strap.

   Jessica had spent her first 19 years growing up on a farm in Nebraska.
The family was poor, but happy.  She was an only child despite the
stereotypical mid-western large family mentality.  Certainly it would have
been an easier life for Jessica if she had a few brothers or sisters to
help with the never ending stream of chores on the farm, but it was not to
be.  For what ever reason, and Jessica never learned of the reason, she was
an only child.

   Days before her 20th birthday, a horrible fire consume the farm and
Jessica's parents both died in the blaze.  The farm was mortgaged to the
hilt and uninsured.  Jessica was left with an untenable farm, no place to
live and no way to earn a living so she did the only thing she could think
of, which was to runoff to Hollywood to seek her fortune.  Jessica was a
very attractive young lady despite, or perhaps because of, her hard work on
the farm and she thought that with the right contacts, she could get into
show business.  Maybe she could be a model!  But, as with most young
dreamers, she didn't have a well thought out plan, and soon she was stuck
in Hollywood.  She couldn't find a job or a place to live.  She subsisted
by panhandling and sleeping in different alleys night to night.

   Jessica knew she had to break out of that hand to mouth existence. 
Relectuantly, she decided to capitalize on her good looks.  Jessica decided
to sell herself for money, just until she could get enough cash to find an
apartment and a job ...  and something to eat.

   She was nervous about her decision and had watched the various street
walkers ply their trade.  Jessica worked over her approach in her mind as
she studied the working girls and she steeled her courage to approach the
next guy on Hollywood Boulevard.  Actually, it wasn't her courage that
pushed her over the edge, it was the fact that she hadn't eaten in three
days.

   Her first attempt was a flop, and the second attempt ended in failure,
too.  On her third attempt, she hit on Jeremy.  By now, Jessica was not
only hungry, but frustrated and frightened ...  facts that Jeremy
immediately noticed.  He was kind to her, offered to buy her a cup of
coffee so they could talk.  Jessica, not knowing any better, thought that
was how the whole process moved: from street, to coffee shop, to bed.

   Jeremy made her feel strangely, wonderfully, at ease and coffee turned
quickly into dinner, which she ravenously wolfed down.  Jessica accepted
his invitation to go to "his place", and she drove off with him in his pick
up truck to his modest house in Pasadena.  She was surprised that he didn't
seem to want to have sex with her, instead fixing her a glass of iced tea
while encouraging her to talk about herself.

   Soon, Jessica broke down and told Jeremy her life story, much of the
time in tears.  He held her as she related her story and hugged her close
when she choked on her tears as she told him about the horrible fire and
the sudden ending to an otherwise happy existence.  She had a good cry and
felt much better as she got it out of her system.  And, she felt good about
this man who seemed to care what happened to her.

   We're not so different," Jeremy told her, stroking her hair as she
composed herself.  "I ran away; from a farm life, although I grew up in a
rural orphanage." She looked up at him, wanting to know more.  "I had big
plans when I got to Hollywood, just like hundreds of other kids do every
year.  And, just like all the rest, none of the plans worked out."

   "What happened?" asked Jessica.

   Jeremy smiled wanly, "Some folks around here are are pretty stupid.  If
you want to steal something, it takes only a little common sense and some
planning." Jessica urged him to continue.

   "I managed to save a few bucks.  Well, actually I managed to save a lot
of money and had it hidden in various places all over the city.  I didn't
trust banks at the time, and that immature distrust paid off.  I got caught
in a `sting' operation as I tried to fence some stolen silverware.  I ended
up spending 14 months in the County Jail.  When I got out, I knew I never
wanted to go back in there again.  In one sense, I'm not very proud of what
I did, but in another sense, I overcame an awful lot that most kids can't
seem to conquer.  I certainly grew up real quick!"

   "Don't stop, please," she pleaded, "What happened?"

   "On parole, you have to have a job, and the only thing I could find was
a job with another ex-con who was a gardener.  He put me on the payroll and
made sure I learned the business.  He looked after me and helped me stay
out of trouble and he became a true friend to me.  Eventually, I decided to
open my own business, my friend encouraged me to, but, I'm not just a
gardener anymore.  I landscape, and its a very lucrative business if you
are willing to work hard at it.  It's a good thing I still had the money
from before my jail time.  I wouldn't have been able to afford going off on
my own."

   Awkwardly, they smiled in silence at each other, but Jeremy finally
ended the silence.  "Look, Jessica.  I take a walk down Hollywood Boulevard
every so often, just to remind myself how lucky I am.  And, well," he
hesitated, searching for the right words, "I, uh, just sort of saw that you
had to be in the same situation as I was.  I admit it was an impulse, but I
thought I needed to help you out ...  sort of like my friend helped me."

   Jessica sat up straight on the couch and protested, "You've done enough
already.  I really appreciate it, but I won't take charity, and ..." Jeremy
cut her off.

   "Don't be stupid!" he barked at her harshly.  "This is the gift horse
that you don't want to be looking at in the mouth." His voice softened, and
he continued.  "You can go any time you want.  I've plenty of room here for
you to stay ..." she started to protest, but he held his hand up to stop
her, "...  and plenty of work for you to do in return.  When you are ready
to move on, go.  Until then, I'll provide room and board and a few bucks.
In return, you'll provide some honest work."

   This just didn't feel right to Jessica.  In her few weeks in Hollywood,
she had learned to distrust everyone, especially their motives.  She asked
him suspiciously, "What kind of 'honest work'?"

   He laughed at her "oh, so serious" face and answered, "Landscaping, of
course.  That's what I do!"

   "I am kind of good with plants and stuff," she remarked, "I mean, for
God's sake, I grew up on a farm!"

   "Then it's a done deal!" Jeremy exclaimed, feeling very satisfied that
he was going to get this young lady off the mean streets of Hollywood. 
They got up off the couch and Jeremy showed her the guest room that would
be "her room".

   "Tomorrow, we'll get you some decent work clothes," he told her.

   "I don't have any money," she protested weakly.

   "I'll take care of that, you just work hard and pay attention to what
you're told to do," was his earnest answer.

   She grinned nervously, looking down at the floor as she commented, "I
learned about working hard.  If I ever slacked, Daddy would take me over
his knee for a 'motivational session', as he called a spanking."

   "You can expect the same from me," Jeremy warned ominously, his eyes
suddenly flinty hard and Jessica had the sudden feeling that she had not
heard an idle threat Jessica worked hard for Jeremy, relieved by the new
found normalcy of her life.  Her previous hardships were still very clear
and were always foremost in her mind, but she had quickly become accustomed
to Jeremy and his usually easy going manner.  Truthfully, his manner was
anything other than easy going when it came to work and landscaping was
hard, physical labor.  It made Jessica feel good having something useful to
do, as well as being reasonably good at the various tasks Jeremy gave to
her.

   But, Jeremy did not suffer the fool or the slacker, and that is how
Jessica became acquainted with the stern, disciplinary side of him.  The
series of events were clearly etched into her memory, not so much because
of any uniqueness of the events themselves, but because Jeremy etched their
repercussions painfully into Jessica's backside.

   It was the first time, a little more than a week after they met, that
Jeremy had left Jessica unattended to complete a pretty big job.  It wasn't
overly complicated, but Jessica had been left to place more than 70 plants
of five different types.  She had been given a sketch of the front yard
that included the layout plan for each plant.  However, as Jessica started
to layout the plants in the predetermined patterns, she strongly
disapproved of the layout.

   Using her own innate creativity, Jessica rearranged the entire plantings
several times until she approved of the aesthetics she had created.  Then
she began to dig the holes and permanently place the various plants in her
locations.  It was a job that should have taken no more than 3 hours, but
due to her redesign time, Jessica was only half finished, and taking a
break when Jeremy returned to pick her up.

   She sensed something was very wrong as Jeremy slowly stalked across the
yard, inspecting her work.  His jaw was set, and a thick vein throbbed
menacingly across his forehead.  Indeed, his face was clouded with anger,
and the anger swam dangerously beneath the edge of his softened voice as he
finally turned to the lounging Jessica.

   "What do you think you are doing?" he demanded, his voice quiet but
steeled with outrage.  As Jessica began to answer, Jeremy stared at her
with cold, piercing eyes and began to lecture her.  "I gave you a specific
plan.  One that the owner, THE GUY THAT IS GOING TO PAY OUR FUCKING BILL,
wants!  You changed that on your own.  You aren't done, yet, but that's
probably good since we have to redo all the work anyway, and now we are not
going to be able to move onto the next job until late this afternoon.  We
won't be finished until nine or ten o'clock!"

   Jessica stood meekly, brushing the dirt from her hands and her pants. 
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, I thought I was helping out.  The original layout was
so bland!" "It's what our customer wants!" screamed Jeremy at her, "It's
not my idea of perfection, either, but it's what he wants so it is what he
is going to get!" "I'll take care of it," she promised.  "I'm sorry, it
won't happen again." Jessica stooped to retrieve a trowel to beginning
digging up the plants, but Jeremy grabbed her by the arm and held her in
place as he gazed at her for a long minute.

   In a much calmer voice, and with a warmer expression on his face, he
told Jessica, "What you laid out looks really good, Jessica." She felt
better, but was still wary of the cold fury that emanated from his eyes. 
"But, you have to check first.  Let's get this problem fixed, then get on
to the Delvechio's place before it gets too late.  If we hurry, we can
finish before dark." Jessica smiled weakly at him, still stung from the
earlier rebuke, "Okay.  Then let's get this done!"

   "One other thing, Jessica." The edge had returned to his voice, and she
was again alarmed.  "When we finish, we'll go home and you have a choice to
make."

   "What choice?" she asked nervously.

   "You deserve to be punished for what you did, so you will be punished
..." he let the thought linger a brief moment, "...  or you will move out."

   "But ..."

   "That's it," he said with finality.  "I will not force you to submit to
the spanking you deserve, but I will not let you continue unless you accept
your punishment.  We will not negotiate about this.  And, while you are
think about it, you better know that your spanking will hurt and you will
end up crying.  Now, let's get to work."

   Jessica dropped her head with resignation, but hurried to comply with
Jeremy's instructions.  Over the next six hours, Jeremy pushed them both
hard to complete the two jobs and Jessica was exhausted when they finished.
Her exhaustion was not just from the manual labor, but also her worry over
what to expect from Jeremy when it came time to be punished.

   For Jessica, there was little thought of not accepting the punishment
that Jeremy had decreed.  She knew she deserved it, and she also knew she
did not want to be back on her own on Hollywood Boulevard.  Spankings, or
"whuppin's" as her father sometimes called them, were not unknown to
Jessica.  There was no mystery in the process.  She thought it was strange
how much better she usually felt after a whuppin, at least after the
stinging pain subsided.

   They pulled into Jeremy's driveway and Jessica put the tools into their
place in his garage.  "I need a shower," announced Jeremy, "and I whether
you stay or go, you best get cleaned up too, Jessica." He opened the house
door, but stopped and turned as Jessica called to him.

   "Jeremy," she called out.  "I intend to stay and accept whatever you
think I deserve." She looked him in the eye, and their gaze locked as
considered what she had said.

   Nodding his head, Jeremy smiled slightly and responded, "Good.  I had
hoped we wouldn't have to turn you out on your own again.  When you're done
with your shower, we'll get this over with." A shudder ran up Jessica's
spine with those words, and she stood as a deer does with its eyes fixed on
the headlights of an onrushing car.

   As she cleaned up, Jessica wondered what she should wear for her
punishment.  She didn't have much to choose from, only the few "tramp"
clothes as Jeremy called them and her work clothes.  She dried off after he
shower and decided to put on only an extra large T-shirt and panties. 
Jeremy would be incensed with the "tramp" outfit, and anything else just
didn't seem to make sense.

   She brushed her hair then found Jeremy in the living room.  When he
looked up at her, his face clouded with anger and that prominent vein in
his forehead began to pulse.  Very quietly, Jessica said, "I didn't know
what else to put on." The tension broke and Jeremy's face relaxed a bit.

   "I hadn't thought about that," he admitted.  "You really don't have
anything appropriate to wear when we aren't working.  I thought you were
trying to tease me out of the serious spanking you are going to get."

   "No, not at all," she answered.  Then she very quietly said, "I know I
deserve a good `whuppin', Jeremy, and I am very sorry for all the trouble I
created today.  But, could we, like, uh ...  get this over with?"

   "Certainly," was all Jeremy said, as he retrieved and positioned a tall,
straight backed dining room chair.  He led Jessica by the hand to the
chair, where he sat, then pulled her briskly over his knee.  This motion
caused the T-shirt to ride up and leave her panty covered bottom exposed.
Before the spanking began, he said to her, "You know what this is for, and
I sincerely hope you learn from what you are about to experience, because
if I have to repeat this, it will be even worse for you!"

   SPANK!  His right hand smacked her right bottom cheek fully and the slap
resounded about the room.  Then another brisk spank to her left cheek left
that globe jiggling.  The first two spanks had been somewhat deliberate,
but the next 30 or 40 swats came quickly and fiercely.

   Jessica tried to remain still over his lap, but soon found herself
wriggling from the blows.  Every so often, one of the spanks would cause
her to squeal or gasp, but the sudden and furious onslaught stopped as
suddenly as it had begun.  Jessica took in a deep breath, accurately
suspicious of the brief lull.  Jeremy grasped the elastic waistband of her
panties and pulled them down to her knees with a single, authoritative
motion.  He then pushed the hem of the T-shirt far up and out of his way
and he studied the slightly quivering and pink bottom that was upraised
over his lap.

   Again, two very deliberate swats echoed around the room, but this time
with a crispness that comes from slapping bare bottom flesh.  And, yet
again, another fierce volley of 30 or 40 swats rain quickly down against
Jessica's unprotected bottom.

   This time, Jessica's vocal response was more intense, but still without
meaning.  She moaned and groaned, alternately gasping for breath as a
sudden searing slap injured her exposed, upturned behind.  Again, the
spanking suddenly stopped, but Jessica did not immediately respond, her
hips still squirming from the stinging Jeremy's hand had left.

   "Stand up, and go over to the corner," ordered Jeremy.  Jessica rolled
off his lap, jumping quickly to her feet and hustling to the corner he had
pointed to.  Her hands rubbed her aching bottom as she stood facing the
corner, her nose pushed so close that she could smell the wall paper paste.

   "You stand there," he instructed, "and make certain that your naughty
bottom stays uncovered and on display!" She hiked up her T-shirt and
pressed her elbows in closely, though Jessica still rubbed her bottom.

   Jeremy didn't mind the bottom rubbing.  In fact, he thought it was both
cute and sexy.  Then again, Jessica had a very sexy and supple body, a body
that included a very nice, apple-shaped bottom.  The color of her bottom
was starting to turn apple-red, a thought that amused Jeremy.

   He left her standing in the corner for a few minutes, then ordered back
to the center of the room where he was.  As she stood staring at him,
Jeremy slowly unbuckled his belt.  Then he very slowly slipped it from each
of the belt loops until it dangled menacingly from his right hand.  He
pulled the belt through his clenched left hand until he found the tapered
leather end, which he used to double over the length of leather.  Harshly
he snapped the doubled lengths of leather together, causing a loud SNAP!

   Jessica stared at the belt throughout the entire process.  It was
apparent that she was not unfamiliar with be strapped and her face belied
the respect and fear she had of the instrument.

   "Bend over and place your hands on the seat of the chair," Jeremy
ordered.  As she complied, he lifted the T-shirt high up her back, fully
exposing her backside.  It was far enough up that he could glimpse a peek
at her pendulous breasts as they rocked slightly from her heavy breathing.
"Twelve lashes from the belt," he announced simply.

   Suddenly, a quiet swooshing, then a terrifying CRACK!  as the stiff
leather bit sharply into Jessica's already reddened bottom.  "OOHHH!!" she
cried out, her knees buckling slightly.  Then another whisper of air
followed by another repeated rifle shot and her legs involuntarily flexed
again.  "AARGHH!" she moaned.

   Eight more times the belt whistled through the air, punctuating its
landing with an ear splitting explosion.  Jessica had difficulty
maintaining her position, yet she managed to keep her hands on the chair.
Tears freely flowed down her lovely cheeks, her crying and sobbing racking
her body.  "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed truthfully, "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

   Jeremy let her moan and whimper, then raised his right arm, and let fly
an even fiercer lashing than the previous ten strokes.  Jessica seemed to
jump up, but to her credit, her hands remained glued to the seat of the
chair even though she cried out and her bottom rocked left, right, up, down
...  she danced in place.

   The last stroke rocketed through the air, landing savagely at the
junction of bottom and thigh.  "OOHHH!!!" she wailed, stamping her feet to
relieve the pain as she cried.  Jeremy relaced the belt through the loops
of his jeans, then helped Jessica to stand.  She remembered that he had
comforted her as her crying subsided and that she had been unable to muster
up any appetite later that evening.

   Of course, that was then, and she had another set of problems in the
present to be concerned about.

   Jessica had managed a nice recovery from the broken sprinkler pipes. 
She got the water turned off and the job finished, but there was no way she
could keep the mistake from Jeremy.  The owner would know, so she owned up
to the problem immediately.  Jeremy arranged to have a repair man out the
next day, at Jeremy's expense.  "These things happen," said the mansion
owner, "as long as we take care of the mistakes honorably, there's no harm
done.  Isn't that right, Missy?" Jessica smiled and agreed, but as soon as
they got back to the truck, Jeremy laid into her.  "What has gotten into
you, Jessica?" he asked rhetorically.  "You broke through a pipe at the
Henredon's just three days ago.  Now this!"

   "I'm sorry, Jeremy," she stammered.  "I was tired and trying to finish
and just, uh, sort of lost my concentration."

   "Well, when we get back to the house," he warned, "we're going to see
about improving your concentration!" The long ride back home, seemed even
longer to Jessica as they drove in silence.  She thought about that first
spanking, and the few others subsequent to the first.  This time, Jeremy
was really upset.  Repairing sprinkler pipes was expensive and ate
seriously into the profits of the business.  She watched Jeremy from the
corner of her eye as his jaw clenched and unclenched with rhythmic
precision.  Oh, shit!  She thought to herself, I'm in for it now!

   No words were uttered after they returned home, Jeremy entering the
house to shower as Jessica cleaned off the tools and put them in their
places.  Sullenly, she too cleaned up, daring to take her time in the
shower.  He's already pissed off at me, she rationalized, I don't think I
can make it any worse.  In a sense, she was correct, but the extra few
minutes it took her in the shower only caused Jeremy's anger to simmer
longer at a low boil.  What had begun as a necessity, had now become
customary: after her shower, Jessica had dressed in the large, over sized
T-shirt and panties ...  nothing else ...  and went to Jeremy in the living
room.  She sat next to him on the large sofa, eyes downcast, nerves
jangling as she stammered out an apology for her actions.

   Actions that she knew fully merited a sound spanking.

   "J ...  J ...  Jeremy.  I, uh, I'm, uh, sorry about the sprinkler pipes.
I know h...how expensive they can be to fix," her voice was audible, but
barely.  Suddenly, in a rush she tried to explain, a hint of a whine was in
her voice.  "It's so hard to find those damned pipes!" she whined, "I tried
to avoid them, and I did all day, but, it's just, like, it's just
impossible to find them all!" Long silence filled the room.  Jeremy said
nothing, and Jessica was afraid to say any more, but she knew she would
have to find her voice.  Eventually, she found the courage to speak.  "I'm
sorry, Jeremy.  I know I've been naughty and deserve to be soundly
spanked." She paused, looking up finally into his dark brown eyes.  "Please
give me the spanking we both know I deserve, Jeremy.  Spank me so that I'll
concentrate harder on the job next time."

   "I'll do just that!" he responded with finality, grasping her wrist and
pulling her firmly over his lap.  Without warning, Jeremy began to spank
her ...  very hard with his hand.  Alternating cheeks, he beat a steady
cadence against the taut panties as if they were nothing more than drum
heads on a pair of conga drums.  Jessica responded to the latin tattoo he
was drubbing into her with a rhythmic undulation of her hips.

   Her motions would have been suggestive, sexy even, but Jeremy was intent
on retribution as well as imparting a lesson and lasting impression.  Her
dance across his knee only told him that she was beginning to feel the
intensity of his anger.  It made him spank even harder and with a quick
flurry of stinging spanks he suddenly stopped.

   "Get up!" he ordered harshly, "And remove those panties!  You don't
deserve their protection or their modesty!"

   Jessica scurried to comply, nearly falling over in her haste to shed
herself of the unwanted garment.  As soon as she was free of the panties,
Jeremy whisked her back over his lap and resumed the spanking.  If it was
possible, his hand was striking her already stinging bottom even harder!

   "I've should have done this to you on the spot this afternoon!" he
barked between spanks.  SLAP!  SWAT!  "It might have done you more good
..." SPANK!  SMACK!  "And our client would probably have been more
satisfied than just having his sprinkler system repaired ..." SLAP!! 
SPANK!!!  "Lord knows, I would have felt better about it!"

   The sound of Jeremy's work roughened hand chastising Jessica's bare and
vulnerable bottom resounded around the room.  The sounds were reminiscent
of the whips cracking at the horses during the chariot race scene in Ben
Hur.  But, the horses probably had more fun than Jessica was having just
then.

   Her bottom recoiled with every painful spank, the white skin of her
bottom steadily gaining darker shades of pink, then red.  Jessica felt
every painful spank, the sudden sharp slap that made her nerves jangle, and
the slow, inexorable stoking of the fire in her backside.  It was a fire
that was growing hotter with each slap and just as heat makes material
swell, the smoldering fire that ignited her bottom made those twin globes
seem twice their normal size.

   Jeremy stopped the spanking.  "Get the hairbrush!"

   "NO!" she pleaded as she scrambled off his lap and too her feet, rubbing
her stinging bottom.  "Please, Jeremy, don't use the hairbrush!"

   "Would you rather I use my belt, and then use the hairbrush?" he asked
threateningly.

   "God, No!" she wailed, tears of anticipation now welling in her eyes,
but she was rooted to the floor, unable to make herself fetch the hairbrush
from its place in his desk drawer.

   "Well?" he demanded, eyebrows raised expectantly.  Jessica suddenly
found the resolve to go for the hairbrush when Jeremy's hands went to his
belt buckle.  She returned with the wicked looking brush dangling from her
right hand.  Tears were streaming freely down her face now and for just a
moment, Jeremy felt sorry for Jessica.

   He stood and retrieved a dining room chair, placing it conspicuously in
the center of the room.  Jessica hated being spanked when he sat in one of
the armless, straight backed chairs.  When Jeremy sat on it and pulled her
over his lap, her bottom was well extended and became absolutely the
highest point of her body.  Her hands would clutch the hard wood legs and
her toes would just barely touch the carpet.

   She always felt the most exposed in this position, compared to any other
position that she was forced to suffer her punishments.  Suddenly, her
recollections of this position became a reality as she was pulled into
position.  "Give me your right hand," said Jeremy.

   "Oh, No, Jeremy," she whimpered, knowing that this meant a very serious
spanking indeed.  "Please don't hold me down like that!" SPLAT!!!  The oval
hairbrush spanked her bottom, and instinctively, Jessica put her hand back
to her bottom.

   Jeremy seized her right hand and pinned it to the small of her back,
then looped his right leg over the backs of both her thighs.  Jessica was
going nowhere until Jeremy finished, though she tried vainly to struggle.
In retrospect, the hairbrush spanking was a very brief spanking, albeit
intense.  Jeremy only swatted her twenty times, but they were might spanks,
each imparting that special searing pain that only those who have been
spanked with a hairbrush can appreciate.

   Jessica had already been in tears, but she positively wailed during the
brief spanking.  That damned hairbrush really burned!  But, it was the
ignominy of being pinned in place, her most private parts exposed and her
sensitive, and charming, derriere soundly, almost rudely, paddled that
humiliated Jessica and caused that special burning sensation to seem even
more painful than the simple physical act would have caused on its own.

   Jeremy allowed her to cry herself out over his lap, and he watched has
her cherry red ass began to bloom with dark purple splotches where the
hairbrush had been especially cruel.  He sat her up on his lap, and hugged
her for several long minutes until her sobs subsided.  She could feel him
softly stoking her hair as he gently rocked her.

   "There, there," Jeremy said in a soothing voice, "It's all over and all
forgiven."

   It is really strange, Jessica wondered to herself.  I've just been
soundly spanked, I've cried my eyes out, and my butt feels like it's on
fire!  Why is it I feel so content?  Why do I feel that Jeremy really cares
for me ...  Does he love me?

   Perhaps he does.  Perhaps that is why he takes the time to help Jessica
shape her life.  What ever it is, it is not unique ...  many others feel
similarly after a spanking ...  of course, they never feel that way during
spanking!  
