by Tom mbmail
Mary Jameson, at age 41, was going through a rough time. After getting divorced 8 months ago, and losing her job at the advertising firm she worked for, due to cutbacks, she found herself unmotivated to do anything. Mary lived in a small town in Connecticut in a 6-room house with a woodshed, barn, garage out back, 2 acres of property and her closest neighbors were nearly Ύ mile away.
Mary looked at her 5'7", 125 lb frame in the mirror and thought, "What the heck am I doing? I used to be a manager and took pride in being organized and getting things done. Now bills are backed up, the house is a mess and I just can't seem to get going to get out and find another job."
The only thing she seemed to be doing lately was surfing the web. She stumbled onto a spanking group, which she joined. She always had been fascinated by spanking, ever since her boyfriend in college spanked her. She remembered that it gave her butterflies and also another feeling that she couldn't explain. She wanted to experience that feeling again and hoped to meet someone to explore it with. She posted an introduction on the group
Tom Smith, age 48, enjoyed his position as a building manager for a large real estate firm. Although a successful businessman, he too had a fascination with spanking and belonged to this group. He lived in New York and worked there as a building manager for a large real estate firm.
He sat and checked his emails and noticed the new member introduction. It read:
"41yr old DWF seeks someone to explore a spanking with to try and get some structure back in my life. Am looking for this to be a serious spanking and I have a woodshed "
Tom thought, "This sounds great. I always wanted to use a woodshed, but she may be a sorry young lady when I'm through."
Throughout the course of the day, they exchanged emails and Mary sent Tom her phone number. Tom called Mary and exchanged pleasantries and then started talking about what Mary wanted.
"Listen Tom," said Mary, "I feel like everything is sort of crashing in around me. I have no desire to do anything and thought maybe I need a fire lit under my tail literally. I also find the idea of spanking exciting, but want this to be for real."
Tom said, "Don't worry Mary, you won't be sorry, or then again, maybe you just will be." They both laughed and Tom asked what she had in mind.
Mary told him, "I've been looking at a number of stories on the net and wanted to sort of use that and some of my own ideas."
Tom asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Mary said, "I will make a list of things that have been ignored around the house and things that I should have been doing, but haven't gotten to. You will arrive at the house and basically take control. We will have a safe word in case things really get out of hand or if things just aren't working out."
Mary continued, "You will ask for the list when you get here and have me stand in front of you while you look at it. I want to be taken out to the woodshed where you can really tan my hide good."
Tom said, "That won't be a problem. But when I take you to the woodshed, you will receive not only a good spanking with my hand, but you will also receive a very hard strapping. Once we start, I expect you to do what you are told and when you are told." Tom told her, "Yelling, pleading and tears won't stop the spanking, but I will not hurt you."
They made arrangements to meet the next afternoon. Mary was getting that butterfly feeling again in her stomach. She was very nervous, but also very excited. She tossed and turned during the night thinking about what and how it would happen the next day. She also thought is what she wanted, did she make a mistake, was this a crazy idea? She finally decided it was what 'was needed'.
Mary dressed in a sweater, white cotton underwear, pantyhose and skirt. She paced back and forth in anticipation. She looked at the prepared list of things she had ignored and stared at it. This was going to be trouble!
At 1:00 pm, a car pulled into the driveway. Mary looked out of the window and saw a 6'1" 185 lb man with black hair carrying a bag and coming toward the house. There was no turning back now!!
Mary answered the doorbell.
"Mary?" Tom said.
"Yes, nice to meet you," she said as she extended her hand and went into the living room.
"Mary, I understand you have been in a rut. It's unfortunate that your marriage did work out and that you were laid off, but that's not a reason to just ignore everything else, is it?"
Mary replied, "I guess not".
Tom reached out, grabbed her arm and gave her a hard smack across her bottom.
"Hey," said Mary, "what the heck was that for? That stung."
Tom said, "First, you will address me as sir, second you sounded very BRATTY and third I guess not is not the right answer. Do you understand?"
Mary said, "Yeah, sure." Another crack across the bottom landed as Mary then responded, "I mean yes, sir" Mary knew that she was really in for it, but deep inside she was bubbling with excitement.
"I believe you were to prepare a list, young lady," said Tom. Mary handed Tom the list as he sat on the couch and she was directed to stand directly in front of him with her hands at her sides. The list included not cleaning the house, not paying bills, being sarcastic and snotty with neighbors, not making a resume and getting out to look for a job and general brattiness.
"Why haven't you cleaned this house in over 2 weeks?" asked Tom.
"Because I wasn't in the damn mood," which shot out of her mouth before she even had a chance to think.
"Well, let's see if you're in the mood for this," said Tom grabbing Mary's wrists. He pulled her over his lap and pinned his right leg over her legs. Tom started spanking Mary with his hand over her skirt.
Crack, crack, crack, crack.
Mary was yelling, "Owww, owww, stop, owww, that friggin' hurts. Stop it."
After 20 slaps reigned down on her bottom, Tom let Mary up and told her, "Go stand in the corner."
She said, "What? I'm not standing in any corner like a naughty little girl."
Tom stood and grabbed Mary by the back of the neck leading her over to the corner and said, "Yes you will, and don't dare move!" Mary had time to think during the 20 minute corner time. She was getting tired from standing in one place, but didn't dare move for fear of additional punishment.
Tom placed a straight back dining room chair in the middle of the room. He called Mary and she asked, "And what's that for?"
Tom answered, "You know Mary, you really, really are bratty. But I think your tune will change by the end of the day!" Tom grabbed Mary and pulled her over his knee. She had both hands on the floor and her bottom was sticking in the air. "Hope you like the view, Mary. Get used to it. You'll be seeing a lot of it today," he said.
With that he raised her skirt and pulled out a hairbrush that he found laying on the bathroom counter. Tom's hand was tired from all the work it had done so far. "Let's see if this can change your outlook," said Tom as he brought the hairbrush down again and again across her pantyhose covered bottom first on one cheek, then on the other.
Mary was starting to howl and her legs were kicking and pleading with him to stop. Tom scolded her for not paying her bills and paying others late. After about 30 smacks, and a reddish gleam showing through, Tom stopped and let Mary up. She was dancing from side to side and rubbing her bottom. Mary was feisty and was determined not to cry. She thought, this is more than I bargained for.
Tom announced that it was time for Mary's main punishment. She was told that she was to remove her skirt and shoes and meet him on the porch. Mary did as instructed and then was marched to the woodshed while Tom carried a large bag. The woodshed was approximately 20' x 10' with logs stocked against one wall and 2 sturdy sawhorses in the middle used for cutting wood. Today, however, they would be used for a different purpose.
Tom told Mary in a no-nonsense manner, "OK, young lady, I think you know why you're here. Let's get started with this." Tom pulled an old blanket from the bag and told Mary to put that over the sawhorse and then lean across it. She started to protest, but was immediately met with 4 stinging slaps across her already stinging bottom. Mary put the blanket across sawhorse and the leaned over. She was standing on her tiptoes since she had to remove her shoes.
Tom announced, "Mary, as we talked about, you have been shirking a lot of your responsibilities. Many of the things were not your fault, yet you continue to feel sorry for yourself. The bratty behavior and snotty remarks have got to stop. I am going to give you a strapping. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes sir," a very nervous Mary responded. With that, Tom pulled a razor strap out of the bag he had been carrying. Tom raised the strap and cracked it hard against Mary's pantyhose covered bottom. The next swing caught her on her thighs and she squealed. After 10 swings, Tom grabbed the waistband of Mary's pantyhose and pulled them down to her ankles. Tom could see red lines through her white panties. Mary was still determined not to cry. Tom thought otherwise!
Tom raised the strap and brought it down with full force against Mary's bottom and then thighs. Mary screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one was within hearing distance. Again and again Tom raised the strap and continued to scold Mary for feeling sorry for herself. Mary yelled, threatened, pleaded and screamed for Tom to stop all to no avail. Tom then grabbed the waistband of Mary's panties yanking them to her knees. He could see the red welts and bruises from the hairbrush and strap, but knew she needed a bit more. Tom continued the strapping. Her arms flailing, and legs were kicking. Mary suddenly began to cry and cry uncontrollably. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Tom stopped and helped her to her feet. She knew that that other feeling inside was guilt and that had just been released. She hugged Tom and thanked him. Tom had her lay across the sawhorse again. A look of panic on Mary's face.
Tom pulled out the last thing in his bag a jar of lotion with Aloe. "This will make you feel a little better. It is soothing to a sore bottom."
Some time later and after getting dressed, Mary thanked Tom. She told him she
had a new sense of energy and motivation and wanted to start working on things
that she had been letting go these last few weeks and months. Mary told Tom that
she may need to have him come back to remind her 'that life goes on', even
though things happen. Tom told her to email him if she needed
more 'motivation'. Mary waved goodbye with her right hand while rubbing her
bottom with her left.
Mary Jameson sat at her desk and remembered back to the day when Tom Smith visited her. He wound up giving her a hard paddling with a hairbrush and a very sound strapping. She recalled that it was by far the worst spanking she ever received and at the same time, one of the best. She remembered feeling humiliated at the thought of having her bottom bared and being spanked by a man that she had only just met.
Yet, it seemed so right. She also thought of the rush when she finally let her feelings out a sense of release for the guilt, pressure, and other things that had been going on. After she was able to sit, 2 days later, she wrote her resume and got a job as a manager within a week at a very prestigious advertising firm close to her home.
Her bills were paid and her house was clean. Generally, all was well for Mary Jameson except her sarcastic mouth and her bratty and sassy attitude. "Well, something I'll have to work on," she thought.
Mary was startled back to the present by her secretary. "Mary," Gina said, "Mr. Anderson called about the revised proposal you did for the new client. He said there were a lot of errors and spelling mistakes. He wants you to call him."
Mr. Anderson was the Vice President in charge of advertising. One of her people had made the changes, but Mary did not bother to check it. If this would have gone unnoticed, it could have been trouble.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson, this is Mary Jameson. I'm sorry about the proposal," she said.
He said, "What happened?" Do you know this could have cost us the account?"
"Yes, I understand it could have meant losing the account. I really am sorry and will see that everything is proofed before goes out. I sincerely apologize."
He replied, "See that it doesn't happen again."
She muttered, "Don't get crazy over it. We didn't lose the account."
"What!?" he said.
She said, "Nothing sir," but knew that he had heard her comment. Her mouth running over again.
As she hung up, she thought, things are starting to get by me again. This was the third time in the last 2 weeks that Mary let something go through without proofing it only to have it backfire. She missed a deadline and had to work an entire weekend to make it up. This was not like Mary. She was organized and timely, but was falling into a rut this was not good.
Later that evening, Mary was changing and saw the skirt that she had been spanked in 4 months earlier. She again thought back to how that got her back on track and how maybe it was time for a 'reminder' visit. Mary quickly emailed Tom Smith and asked him to call her. Later that evening they spoke and decided that it was indeed time for a refresher to keep her on track. He would visit her on Saturday, which was in 3 days. Mary's mind wandered everyday at work. Would it be as hard? Would she be able to endure it? Was this going to be a repeat of last time?
Those 3 days seemed like 3 weeks. Mary woke early on Saturday, dressed in a sweater and jeans. Because they had not arranged a scene, clothing or implements, she was leaving it all up to him. She straightened the house and ran some errands and was back by 2:00 pm their meeting time.
Tom Smith knew from their conversation that Mary was being careless and that her smart mouthing would get her in trouble. Mary obviously needed to learn a lesson in responsibility and to think before she spoke. Tom had the feeling she would learn that today! Mary saw the car pull up and greeted Tom at the door. She gave him a hug and thanked him for coming. They sat in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee while
Mary filled him in on the past few months, and then, what had been going on lately with her foul-ups. Tom didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"Mary," Tom said, "you have been ignoring things again and you're falling into a lazy pattern. I think we got you out of that mindset in a hurry a few months back, didn't we?"
Mary looked at the stern look in Tom's eyes and simply replied, "Yes sir."
"Well then, Mary," said Tom, "looks like you need to have your overall attitude adjusted. I'm going to spank you until you can't sit down."
"Oh geez, not like the damn last time", she blurted out without thinking. Her sassy mouth was doing her in again! Tom stood up, reached over and took Mary's arm. He put his left leg up on one of the kitchen chairs and bent her over his leg. Mary was on her tiptoes when she asked, "What the heck do you think you're doing?"
That was it. Tom hauled off and spanked her with his hand alternating from cheek to cheek over her jeans.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK and he wasn't holding back. She reached back to block the smacks, but he quickly grabbed her arm. "I'm sick" SMACK, SMACK "and tired" SMACK, SMACK "of that smart" SMACK, SMACK" mouth "SMACK, SMACK "of yours" SMACK, SMACK.
"You" SMACK "will" SMACK, "learn", SMACK "to" SMACK "be" SMACK "respectful" SMACK SMACK. Mary was trying to shift from foot to foot, but was being held firmly in place.
Mary was yelling, "Owwwww, let go, oowwwww, I'll be good. I'll watch my mouth, oowwwww. eiiiiiiooooww."
Tom reached over to a counter drawer, and as luck should have it, there were 4 wooden spoons. Tom grabbed the biggest one and gave Mary 10 slaps on each bottom cheek. Mary continued to yelp and the wooden spoon broke in two. Thank goodness thought Mary. Tom let her up and told her to stand in the corner. Mary could feel the heat coming from her bottom it was already on fire. She had those butterfly feelings again. As she walked to the corner, Tom told her to lower her jeans to her ankles and slide her panties down just over her cheeks.
Mary embarrassingly complied and spent the next 30 minutes facing the wall while her reddened cheeks faced Tom at the kitchen table while he read the newspaper.
"Mary," said Tom, "pull up your clothes and let's take a ride. I would like to see your office." Strange thought Mary, but then again he just probably wanted to give her a break. They rode into the town, parked and took the elevator to her 5th floor office.
Mary showed Tom the main office and then her private office. Tom looked on Mary's desk and saw a file marked 'ASAP'. When Tom asked Mary about it she told him she didn't have a chance to look at it yet. She had it for 3 days, but it wasn't due for another day or two.
"Mary, this is precisely what you are ignoring. Things are marked urgent or ASAP because they are priorities and should be treated that way, not just put on the side until you get to them. At least you should have looked to see what it was," said Tom.
Mary thought, he's right. Tom was shaking his head. He pulled Mary toward him, and unloosened her jeans as she fought him. As he pulled them down and pushed her over the desk, Mary pleaded, "Not here, someone will hear.!"
"Good," said Tom, "maybe you'll get the message."
Tom unbuckled his belt and slipped it through the loops. Mary's eyes grew wide as she saw him doubling it over. She was not going to like this, she thought.
He raised the belt and lectured her on responsibility as it came raining down across her panty covered bottom. Mary tried to stay quiet, but the belt was scorching.
Tom gave her 15 stinging blows with the belt and Mary could hold back the sound no longer. She screamed and cursed. Tom tugged her panties down and smacked her thighs and told her to watch her mouth. He then had her move to the middle of the office and grab her ankles. Whatever dignity she hoped to have was gone. He raised the belt high and THWACK, THWACK , THWACK.
The belt was biting her skin. Mary could take it no longer and started to cry. Tears rolled down her face as Tom continued with the belt and Mary had a rush again releasing those pent up feelings and pressures and anxieties.
Tom stopped, caressed her hair, hugged her and told her it would be all right.
Mary felt like a weight had been lifted and knew this just what she needed.
Back at the house, they agreed that perhaps they should meet every 3-4 months to reinforce those things that sometimes become complacent. For good measure, Tom took Mary out on the back porch and proceeded to give her a bare bottom spanking with his hand.
Her backside was now many different colors and Tom knew she would not be sitting comfortably for days. Tom told Mary that if she continued to be bratty and sassy, she could also expect more frequent visits.
Copyright Tom mbmail2002