the
strapping.
“Then
we’d best get this spanking over with,” Noah said, determined to make her
bottom ache right along with her head. “Come here and lie over the table.”
“Must
you, Noah?” she asked tearfully. “I’m going to suffer enough with the
migraine,” she insisted.
“This
strapping is going to be felt a lot longer than the migraine, Meg,” he
promised. “Now come and let’s get this over with. I put water on
for the pasta,” he explained.
“I
don’t think I can stand the smell of oregano right now,” she claimed.
“Now,
Megan, or I’ll add extras.”
Megan
knew she did not want extras. Not only would he give them all to her sit
spots, he would give her lines to write, too. She walked as fast as she
could with the panties around her knees, and bent over her work table.
She knew it was going to be bad when Noah wrapped his left arm around her waist
to hold her down. The first lick of the doubled belt landed on her left
sit spot and she yelped. “Oww! Not so hard, No--- AH !” she yelled as the second stripe
covered the first. Noah was making sure this was a serious punishment
from the start and he wasn’t holding back, determined to make this a lesson she
wouldn’t want repeated. Her backside was a flaming mass of welts when he
finally stopped strapping her and released her.
“I
know this is your favorite holiday, Megan, but you will have to find other ways
to enjoy yourself besides eating candy. Is that understood?” He
didn’t wait for a reply, but continued scolding. “If you touch one more
piece of candy, chocolate or otherwise, I will spank you daily until Easter is
over. Am I making myself clear, Megan?” He gave her still upturned bottom another hard spank with his
hand, feeling the heat radiating off her skin on his palm. She was well
and truly punished, and he didn’t feel one bit of remorse for being so hard on
her.
“Yes,”
she answered, knowing from experience that it was useless to argue or disagree.
He would only spank her again if she gave him a reason to do so. And, her
poor butt wasn’t up to another lesson at the moment.
“Very
well. We’ll go downstairs and have dinner, and then you will sit at the
table and write at least five hundred words explaining what will happen if you
disobey me and my reasons for promising such punishment. You will sign
the agreement and give it to me, and once I approve it, you will get ready for
bed and come to me for a nice hand spanking to reheat your backside before you
go to bed for the night.”
“That’s
just mean, Noah!” she snapped at him, standing up to face him. “I’m
already feeling ill. I don’t want dinner…! I’m going to bed right now.”
“No,
you are coming to the kitchen and eating something, and drinking some water.
You’ll be even sicker if you don’t put something in you besides chocolate and
sugar.” He’d seen her like this before and he knew what she needed.
“Now don’t fuss with me, Meggie. I’m only trying to help by insisting you
have something.”
“I’ll
be sick!” she protested.
“Meg,
do you want another spanking for acting like a child?” he asked calmly.
“No!
I don’t want one before I go to bed, either!” she snapped.
“That
is part of your punishment and you have no say in the matter. “Pull up
your panties and jeans and come with me right now before that water boils dry.”
Megan
made no effort to hide the fact she was miserable. Noah insisted she make
their salads and the dressing to go on top while he cooked the pasta and heated
sauce to pour over the top. He got out the Parmesan Reggiano and grated
the cheese into a small bowl to sprinkle on their pasta, and he put frozen
garlic toast into the oven to heat through. It didn’t take long to have
dinner ready, and when they went to sit down, he rounded the table and removed
the cushion from Megan’s seat before permitting her to