Early in the evening, he said to her, "I want to see you in the bedroom at 8 pm, sharp."
She looked at him, made a frowny face, then said, quietly, "Yes, sir."
At a quarter of 8, he stood up from his easy chair, and went to the bedroom.
At one minute to 8, she did the same thing, entering the bedroom, to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a dressing gown.
She walked up to him, and stopped, as close as she could get, directly in front of his knees.
"Get ready," he said, evenly.
She gulped, then looked down, at her feet, on the floor, "Puh..please.... tell me, again...why... you're doing this...."
He sighed. "I'm not sure if you ask each time, trying to postpone it, or you really don't understand. However, I'll explain again.... a maintenance spanking is simply a reminder to you, so that should you have any thoughts of real misbehavior, you need to just remember these spankings...and consider how much worse a punishment spanking would be. And besides that, I simply like smacking your bare bottom, watching it jiggle and glow a bright red., and listening to you moan and watching you wiggle while I do it. Any more questions?"
"Nuh..no, suh-sir."
"Get ready."
She began, undressing, and stopped when she was wearing only panties.
"Get over here," he said.
She went, over his lap, with her feet on the floor on his right side, her head down, and hands on the ground on his left.
With a little preliminary rubbing of her cotton-covered buttocks, he began applying smacks of the palm of his hand to to her buttocks, from the very top, down into the sit spots, evenly paced, methodical, as she moaned and winced at each smack.
And he stopped, catching his breath, as she caught hers, then his fingers went to the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down, til they fell to her feet.
He placed his left forearm across her shoulder blades, and began smacking her bared buttocks harder and faster than before with the palm of his hand, as she gasped. and groaned, and wiggled, and kicked her feet, one at a a time.
When he stopped, he was panting, and wiggling and waving his red hand, to shake the sting and numbness out of it.
She was softly panting...oh oh oohhhh oh...
"Let's take a little break, get down on your knees, between mine..."
She stood up, off his lap, watched him open his robe, to release his fully engorged and hard penis, and spread his legs wide, and she went down on her knees, crawled up, put her hands behind her back, and bent forward with her head, taking his cock into her mouth.
He groaned loudly as her tongue swirled around and below the head of his cock.
He gently grabbed her head in his hands, and took her mouth away from his cock.
"Stand up."
She did, and he did.
"On the bed, on your belly, spread eagle."
She lay on the bed, with legs and arms spread, forming an X on the bed.
He got up on the bed, kneeling behind her, then getting prone, sliding his cock between her legs, sliding in gently, then with a final thrust, hard, as she moaned, then he continued, with the old in n out motion, fucking her, as she gasped and groaned....
And she let out a large loud moan.... as he did too, pumped his cum into her wet pussy.
He held her there, a minute,
Then rolled with her, to his left, so that he continued spooning her, his cock still within her, his balls and groan feeling the heat still rising from her buttock, with his left arm under her neck, and his right arm around her chest, just under her breasts.
After a few minutes, she whispered, "Are you going to spank me with the hairbrush again?"
"Don't I always?"
"Yeah... I thought you might change your mind, this time.... it stings so much...."
"It is supposed to, that way you know you're learning your lesson."
"Okay," she said, then she went quiet, pushing her bottom into his groin, thinking about how much more it was really going to sting. Last time, she was able to keep from crying; would she be able to, this time?
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