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I'd love to have taken Joseph back to my room at the YWCA, but I was afraid we might get caught if I tried to sneak him upstairs. He could get in trouble for that at the base. Instead, Joseph and I were content to enjoy the lovely day, arm and arm. We found a park with some lovely shade trees and benches along a path that meandered through the grassy areas, and then into some denser woods.
As we ambled along the path, I was beginning to sense that Joseph had some purpose in mind for this increasingly ambitious walk. When we were well into the woods he stopped beside an old but sturdy wooden bench.
"Well now," he said, turning me around so I faced him directly. I looked up at him seeing a very grim expression. "My dear Daisy, I think it's time to get your due for this little fiasco of yours.
"Oh?" I said innocently. I knew exactly what he was going to do, and as much as I always want to protest, I think I might have been disappointed if he hadn't punished me that afternoon.
Joseph sat down on the bench while I stood in front of him, looking down into his dark and very determined eyes.
"You have no idea how angry I am with you for making this foolish trip."
"But Joey, I protested. "I hadn't heard a thing from you. I was getting scared."
"I told you when I left that it might be a while before I could reach you. I really wasn't suppose to get the day off today, then what would you have done?"
"I would have waited until I could see you," I told him.
"And that would have wasted your money. Daisy Markham, you were wrong to have pulled this stunt, and you deserve every bit of the spanking you're going to get."
Even though I expected this, I couldn't believe the way Joseph's eyes flashed when earlier they had been so soft and loving. I knew he must have been storing up his irritation with me, and like opening a nest of angry bees, I was going to feel the sting very soon.
"I just did it for us, don't you care about us?" I protested.
"Of course I care about us, and especially you. But this is not the time for you to be running around the country. You could end up in some kind of trouble." He pointed a finger at me, his eyes becoming more and more intense with every word he spoke. It all went straight inside me as I began to appreciate how serious he was about this. "You get over my lap right now," he ordered, and before I could say a word, he'd grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his knees, across his uniform clad legs.
"Please, Joseph, not here!" I wailed.
Joey ignored me, and I felt his hand go down to the bottom of my pleated plaid skirt. Drawing it up over my legs to my waist, I felt so exposed in just my thin slip and panties. But of course he didn't stop there, for he raised the slip too, so that my legs were completely bare. Then he lifted the elastic edge of my panties, and very slowly pulled them down over my bottom to my legs, so that my rear end was naked right there for him to see. A wild tingle raced through me, the one I was sure was associated with my carnal urges. I was embarrassed, the ideas that were going through my head at the very thought of Joseph seeing my white rear cheeks again.
Apparently Joseph wasn't concerned about such things, because he wasted no time at all delivering several stinging wallops to my poor cringing rear. He had punishment in mind, nothing else!
"Sometimes, Daisy Markham, you're a foolish silly girl." His hand kept coming down on my rear end, and I was in tears right away. Stroke after stroke, I cringed with each new blow vibrating through me.
"Oh, please, Joey, no more," I must have begged a dozen times.
But he was deaf to my wails. After a time, Joseph stopped and placed his hand on my hot bottom. I was sure that he was finished, the way he gently massaged my burning cheeks; and I groaned softly realizing how this simple gesture was really arousing me, especially as the pain was diminishing and the welcome rush of warmth was beginning to permeate my whole back side, and even the mellow spot between my legs. I'm glad no one else reads this journal, because certainly they'd think I was some kind of loose woman to respond like this to being punished.
But then, all erotic thoughts aside, Joseph surprised me with another hearty smack, and then he was pelting my rear end more ferociously than ever. I was wailing loudly, completely forgetting that I was in this semi-public place. Any minute someone might happen by and find us here, me with my red bottom wagging in the breeze. It seemed as if Joey would go on forever, one spank on top of the last, hurt on hurt. I was sobbing, praying that he'd stop.
"Please, Joey, I'm so sorry."
"Maybe you are," he paused for a moment, "but I intend to make certain." He continued on, the rain of smacks accumulating into one horrible burn. I didn't know how I was going to take anymore. As much as I squirmed and wailed, it seemed like Joey would never stop.
Either I got used to the spanking, or Joey finally began to soften, for it seemed as if he was backing off, decreasing both the intensity and the pace. Still, he didn't stop, and I found the crazy glorious feeling of arousal again, and my plaintive cries changed into soft moans.
I'd never had my body respond so sweetly to be treated so brusquely, and the closeness I felt on Joseph's lap was so special in those final moments of my punishment, I felt one with him. I understood him, and he seemed to understand me.
When he was finished, this time I knew the spanking was over. He again laid his hand gently on my bottom and lightly caressed it. I could almost sense a tentativeness in his gesture, realizing that Joey was unsure how much longer he should soothe me this way.
"I'd better stop now," he finally said, as he removed his hand. I was sad. I wanted to remain that close and intimate forever, knowing how my heart would be breaking in little less than a hour, when we'd have to say goodbye.
Much more gently than he'd earlier dismantled my clothes, Joseph restored my panties to their proper place over my sore and aching rear end. Then he lowered my slip and skirt.
It was a surprise to me when I was on my feet again, and staring into his eyes. The anger in them was certainly gone, but not the serious mood. I think he was as sad as I was.
"Sit down," he said.
That was difficult to do, but I obeyed, I wouldn't even think of not minding him.
