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"Then why are you are being so nasty with me?"
"Are you accusing me of something?" I asked in return.
"Not in the slightest, but I'm about to take you outside and paddle your bottom."
"Here? You wouldn't do that!" I protested.
"Not another word," he warned.
I fumed miserably as I looked back at him. I can't imagine I could communicate so much with my eyes, but apparently I did, for it was enough to make Joseph pull me out into the warm night and lead me to the back of the church property, where there was an old picnic table hidden in the shadows of an enormous willow tree.
"Please Joseph," I said, trying to kick myself away from him, I knew exactly what he had in mind. Even as I tried to get away however, I had this strange surge of feeling pass through me. I still can't quite identify its source, but I know that it almost takes my breath away, it's so strong.
Unfortunately I kicked him in the shins, and he stopped short of the table, and turned to me with his eyes steely cold. They were bearing down on me like two daggers. "For that Daisy," he said, "you'll get spanked on your bare behind."
I was so shocked I couldn't even begin to think of a reply. Before I knew it, Joseph dragged me into the shadows, sitting himself down on the bench, my body going over his lap in seconds.
"This, young lady, is going to hurt a whole lot more than the last time."
"Please Joseph, I'm so sorry."
"I'm sure you will be," he advised me.
I hoped that he wouldn't really go through with this, but even though our romance was only months old, I should have known that Joseph was not the kind of man to change his mind.
When he lifted the hem of my pink skirt, I know I blushed, even though he probably couldn't even see my rear end in the darkness. To my further horror, Joseph tugged at the waistband of my underwear and lowered them so that my bottom was completely bare. I couldn't believe this was happening. We were practically in a public place. Thank the lord for a dark moonless night!
His hand came down on my bottom with a dozen quick smacks. I would have yowled from the beginning, except that I knew my cries might be heard across the church yard. This was hardly something that I wanted published to my friends. After the first round, Joseph continued smacking my poor rear with one blistering whack after another. He was quite right, it hurt much more than the hairbrush had hurt me through the protection of my clothes.
My only response was tears, big huge sobbing tears that formed in my eyes and ran down my upside down cheeks. I whispered to him "please stop", but my pleading was to no avail.
"I should get a switch and really give it to you," he said, when he momentarily paused.
I said nothing, hoping that the switch was just a passing thought.
I could hardly believe how much his hand burned my skin, when at other times it could be so tender and loving. And yet, even as I was in such terrible pain, I realized the justice of his punishing me. I deserved it for treating him so shabbily, and while this seemed at the time, a totally barbaric thing to do, I was submitting, almost grateful, and glad that he cared about our relationship enough to do this.
"I'd better have a well behaved girl friend after this," he advised me.
I truly hoped the steady smack, smack, smack couldn't be heard beyond the trees. It sounded so loud, I was certain that everyone inside the church could hear it! But no matter how I worried
and cried, Joseph was determined make sure I learned this lesson well.
"Oh, Joseph, please stop," I finally wailed. My bottom was on fire, but Joseph wasn't listening.
He must have spanked me for nearly five minutes, hardly giving us a breather. But as he appeared to finish, his smacks were less harsh and the tempo less vigorous. It was then that I felt that strange feeling again, that wild churning in my loins. It was so alarming, I was quite grateful that just moments later he pushed me back to my feet.
I stared down at Joseph, as he still sat on the picnic bench. The sky had cleared just a little, so I could see his face in the starlight. I'm sure he could see mine.
"I think sometimes, Daisy, you just beg to be paddled," he said.
"Beg?" I was astounded by his charge.
"You're normally not an ill-tempered woman, but sometimes . . . ."
I know I blushed then. I have to admit, I was feeling much like a child, a spoiled brat actually. Thinking back to the incident that started all this, I was even more ashamed of myself. I apologized again, and his face broke out into the most pleasant smile. He took my hand, and pulled me down next to him on the bench. I winced a little, and Joseph snickered knowing why.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he said.
