What Are
Friends For
by L & T OTK
copyright © 2002

Today is like a day like no other to me. Mike is coming to visit me the first time at my home. He and I have been friends for over year and have hit it off famously. We have a lot of similar likes and dislikes and talk for hours about anything and everything. We really enjoy each other’s company and are in the same age bracket. I am 36 and he is 38. Seems like the perfect match you would say and you would wonder at my anxiousness. Truth be known I am married and so is he....and he is coming to spank me. Yes, spank me! A good old-fashioned punishment spanking! You may be wondering why , but here is why and how come it was to take place.

I knew Mike was a disciplinarian. He was a member on some of the same spanking sites as I had joined. But never ever did I ever think he would be disciplining me. We quickly became close friends after meeting online. We posted back and forth and then eventually e-mailed each other. We talked about everything under the sun - interests, hobbies, families, and great friends. We shared a lot of personal information and confided in each other as friends naturally do. I had told him a lot about what was going on in my life lately and had a lot of mixed feelings. In the back of my mind, I knew I needed a spanking, but Peter was not the one to help me this time.

One day I nonchalantly asked Mike if he would want an extra job and he was silent for a minute. He asked me what it was. I took in a deep breath and asked him if he would give me a dose of his quick cure all. After typing it and seeing it on the screen, I burst out crying. I could not help it. Mike looked at the message on his end and saw the emotion behind it. It was not something that everyone could understand, but he did and very clearly. He answered back and said he could see I was long over due and was headed down the wrong road. He told me not to worry, he would be more than glad to do this *favor* for me. Well, that was settled. I asked and my wish was granted.

Peter had spanked me for years, but this was different. It would be Mike baring my bottom and taking me to task. I was relieved that it was him, a friend who understood what I needed, but was still so full of dread at the idea. I was a bag of mixed emotions. Oh well, the wheels were set in motion. I exhaled and honestly felt better just knowing I would have the stress released and be forgiven at the same time.

I was apprehensive and nervous since Mike and I had never met in person. We exchanged pictures during the year -family, hobbies of different sorts and naturally of ourselves. I loved to swim and horseback ride. We were comfortable enough to share thoughts and ideas with each other - very real and personal thoughts! We were always laughing and joking and the one major factor that had helped me ask him was that in all the time we talked, my bottom was never uncovered as got to know me for me. He never asked for my measurements, nude pictures or anything of that nature. He was one of the so few one meets on-line and feels comfortable with. And I did, I trusted him….

Mike Cooper had a little over an hour drive ahead of him. He was concentrating on the road, but also thinking about Michelle. What did he know about her? She looked like a stunning woman from the pictures she emailed. She had been married for 12 years to her husband, Peter. Although she loved him deeply, they were having some problems as of late. They were having disagreements and it had been developing for a while. Her husband was a rigid man and had set ideas on how a household should be run while Michelle didn’t always agree and was a bit more free-spirited. Sometimes these arguments resulted in them not speaking for days and other times ended with a spanking. The latter was when it was felt it could quickly resolve a problem. But that had even fallen off and she felt a distance. Michelle told Mike that there were just certain things that she found hard to talk to Peter about.

Mike Cooper was 38 years old and also married 12 years. His wife was pretty straight-laced and took care of the household. Mike had been fascinated with spanking since his early years, but his wife had no interest whatsoever. They had tried it a couple of times and it ended up in very real fights. He had a happy life overall, but spanking was something he enjoyed, just not his wife. He was headed up to see Michelle because she asked him to help her with this guilt feeling. She wanted, no she needed, to be spanked. She wanted the release from the things she had done and Mike was very willing to help her. They were friends, good friends. And he planned to spank her soundly.

Michelle paced and paced in the living room. She had knots in her stomach and she was already half drained. She had not slept well thinking about today. Michelle thought about calling Mike many times over the past couple days and even early this morning to cancel their meeting, but knew this was something she needed to have done.

They had messaged each other and talked on the phone about what would happen. Michelle was becoming obsessed with staying on the computer for hours at a time and ignoring her household responsibilities. Even though she and Peter shared the chores, she wasn't doing her part. Peter had been patient, but she could see his disappointment at certain things. Maybe a lot of their disagreements were her fault - not all, but certainly a part. Michelle went on a spending spree and bought things she really didn't need and then covered it up. No matter what you called it, she was lying to Peter and didn't want to tell him. To top it off, she got a speeding ticket on the way home that day. She concocted an excuse because she had to tell Peter. She told him she was rushing home to start dinner after running household errands and the cop made a mistake and caught her, but it was the car next to her that was really speeding. In reality, she was the only car on that road doing 80 mph in a 50 mph zone - and could have hurt someone.

There were also other little things. Peter asked her to drop his suit off at the cleaners and have it ready a couple of days later. She forgot and blamed it on the cleaner a and only dropped it off when it was supposed to have been picked up. Naturally, she told the cleaner it was a rush. She forgot to pay the credit card bill and now they were hit with a $25 late charge. Michelle swore she mailed it and it must have gotten lost. She neglected to return 2 videos her daughter rented and it cost her an extra few dollars in late fees.

Add all these things up and it equaled someone who was ignoring her own responsibilities, lying and blaming others to cover it up. Or more simply put, she was feeling guilty! Guilty over everything. She needed to be punished, straighten her act out and be forgiven - all at the same time.

That was the reason she could not have Peter do this punishment. Despite their problems, Michelle didn't want Peter to think she was a bad wife and therefore didn’t come clean on everything. But she did want to turn things around and make it better. But, it was up to her. This had nothing to do with sex. She needed to get back on track. She needed to release all the pent-up guilt feelings. She needed to cry. Not just tears, but a good cry from deep, deep inside. And that, in a nutshell, was why she needed Mike - she needed a disciplinarian to spank the daylights out of her! And she trusted him implicitly.

As Mike turned off the parkway, he thought, "Only 10 minutes to go." He was a seasoned disciplinarian. He could see how Michelle was torn and needed to redirect her focus. He had seen this trait in many women. Eight minutes left. Some were single, some married, some divorced or separated. He prided himself in helping these women. Six minutes left. Mike knew the measures he used had to be stern, harsh and severe. There was very little, if any, negotiating on what would happen. Sure they would talk about the wheres and hows, but in the end, Mike made the final decisions. It wouldn’t work any other way.

Three minutes left. He had to get to the inner recesses. Not sexually, as this almost never happened. He didn’t mix sex with punishment. Two minutes to go. He glanced down at the black bag next to him and thought; yes I probably will use all of the contents on Michelle. He could spank her for 10 minutes straight, but knew that wouldn’t work. It had to be systematic and deliberate. Mike turned onto her street and could see her driveway ahead. Mike knew what Michelle needed. A punishment that would bring her to tears. She needed to be cleansed and needed to cry. And cry she would. In a minute, Mike would see to that as he parked his car in the driveway, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. To her date with punishment!!

I knew Mike was just minutes from me and I was just a bundle of nerves. I knew I needed this and wanted it, to a point, but now that the clock had ticked down, I was scared. Not of him, but of him spanking me. I was in a catch 22 situation.

A knock on my door.....he was here and I was so excited to meet him in the flesh, but apprehensive - why at this time. He was my friend, my mentor, a sounding board, and now my disciplinarian. I straightened my shoulders and walked to the door. I opened it and there he stood with a big smile on his face and his arms out in greeting. I automatically relaxed and gave him a hug and had him come in. I offered coffee and a chance to relax and discuss more of the details. We sat and talked for a while.

Mike finished his coffee but I did not as I had a turbulent feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked at him and knew it was time just by the way he looked back at me and raised his eyes. I felt flushed. He stood up and took me by the arm and I stood. "Michelle, it is time to start, hon, as the longer we put this off, the harder it is going to be on you." I nodded in agreement. I had left the matter of what was to be done and where it was to be metered out in his capable hands. I knew my bottom was in for the spanking of its life. I was aware of how Mike was with others he had disciplined. He was indeed a stern taskmaster. I had no fear of Mike himself, as he was my true friend. We have laughed, cried, and quite possibly knew more about each other than most people in real life, friends or family.

He had placed his bag by my couch upon entering the house and now picked it up. He laid out a leather paddle and a hairbrush on the cocktail table. As he did this, I stood with a feeling of panic and wondered if I could do this. I knew I had to, knew I wanted it, but when it came right down to it, knew I could not stop this even if I wanted to. It was out of my hands and not my choice any longer.

He sat on the couch and patted his lap and my butt tightened and the butterflies churned. I hesitated and he just raised and eyebrow, "Michelle, put yourself over my knee. Leave your jeans on for now." I breathed a sigh of relief, and even embarrassed, put myself down over his lap. Mike adjusted my hind end high in the air. He took his hand and rubbed my butt and I clenched and held my breath. The first spank hit my right cheek. I exhaled and rose a bit but Mike had his arm firmly around my waist. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! from cheek to cheek they rained .I squirmed but it was not that bad - just made it a little warm. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

They rained all over my bottom and I clenched my teeth as I would not cry, could not cry. He lectured through the whole thing about all my offenses, but I tuned him out and concentrated on what was at hand. Finally it stopped. He made me get up and looked at me. "Well, I can see that did not faze you an awful lot. But, my dear, that was just a warm up. Drop your jeans, leave your panties on and go stand in that corner. I want you to think about your next step in being punished and why you are getting spanked."

I looked at him with a look of surprise, " Mike, I have never had to stand in a corner and I do not plan to start now. I am not a child. I see no point to it." Wrong thing to say! He pulled me to him, undid my jeans, dropped them to the mid thighs and pulled me back over his lap. He Spanked and Spanked and Spanked and Spanked me over my panties. Let me tell you, he spared nothing and my bottom was starting to burn like fire. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. He finally stopped and stood me up. He placed his hand on my shoulders and peered into my eyes and stated, "Young lady, I will not have you argue at any step of this. When I tell you something, you obey without question. I will not harm you, but your bottom is in for a world of hurt. Take those jeans off and get in that corner NOW!! "

My lip trembled and I slid out of the jeans and walked to the corner and stood there. I was so humiliated. At least I still had my panties on. I could have cried from just being humbled like this and not seeing or knowing what was going on. I heard Mike sit back down as I stood there for what seemed like hours.

Finally he called me and I turned to him. He patted his lap again and I knew better than to argue. I lay back over his knee and he lectured me on why he was here and that this was for my own good. He was going to drop my panties and hand spank me on my bare bottom. I was mortified! Only Peter had seen me naked and now my friend was going to be up this close and personal. The indignity was almost more than I could bear! I felt him slide my panties down and he had me lift my hips to push them down.

My eyes watered from the shame and I felt him rub my cheeks. They quivered not knowing what was going to happen next. And then. the spanking started! His spanks went every which way and I never knew where they would land. SPANK! SPANK !SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! It went on and on and my skin was ablaze. Tears flowed I could not help it. SPANK ! SPANK ! SPANK! I moaned and tried to roll away and I started to kick. He paused a moment and then I felt something smooth and cool touch my already smarting skin, and then SPANK! It made me arch my back and try to get away. SPANK! He had spanked me with the hairbrush! I started to cry and plead with him to please not do this. I told him I had enough. He paid no heed and kept going. SPANK ! SPANK! SPANK! I bucked and kicked and he scissored my legs between his and continued the assault. SPANK ! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! right cheek and then the left , back and forth. I cared less about my bared behind, only the scorching pain radiating all over it. I went limp and he gave me a few more.

By the grace of God he stopped and I lay crying over his lap. He felt my bottom and gave it a gentle pat and helped me get up. I was glad it was finished. Was I wrong! "Michelle, lower your panties to your ankles and go stand in the corner. I want you to think of what has already happened and wonder about what is to come next. Is that clear?" I muttered a yes and did as I was told. I asked for a tissue as I had tears running and had to wipe my nose. Mike handed me one and gently pushed me to the corner. I stood there, completely exposed, sobbing with my backside burning like it was scalded. I went to rub my bottom when I heard Mike softly say, "Don’t do that unless you want 6 more with the hairbrush." Believe me, I took my hand away quickly and just stood there crying, facing that damn corner and feeling really bad. Mike again started lecturing me on lying and covering things up. He had a problem with people who lied and now, so did I.

Mike closed his eyes as Michelle now stood in the corner with a freshly spanked bottom. He envisioned her over his lap where she had been a few short minutes ago. He could still smell her feminine scent and her freshness. He could trace the contours of her body in his mind and recall every motion she made. He could see Michelle’s hair, her bent shoulder blades, her hands resting on the floor supporting her balance, her smooth back, her soft-rounded bottom now with red blotches, her milky-white thighs and all the way down to her painted toe nails. He pictured her head jerking from side to side as the rain of spanks landed from the hairbrush. He lost himself in thought of this grown woman, his friend, being severely spanked. He knew she was afraid, but he was gentle - even though strict and forceful. He knew there was still more work to do.

Mike opens his eyes and calls Michelle to him. She stands in front of him and he tells her the rest of her punishment will be outside. He tells her to get dressed, which she tenderly does. He reaches into his black bag and produces a tawse. It looks menacing and Michelle trembles. He hands her the tawse and tells her to carry it and follow him as they head out of the door and toward the barn. Thankfully, the neighbors are not within earshot of her large property.

He stops at the corral right next to the barn and he tells Michelle to stop too. He puts his hand on both of her shoulders and says "Michelle, I am now going to punish you harder than you probably ever have been before. You will do exactly what you are told and you will trust me implicitly. Is that understood?" She mutters a "Y-Y-yes sir."

Mike tells her, "Take off your sweater and place it on the corral fence." Michelle obeys him and removes her sweater. Mike continues, "Now take off your shoes and socks." Again, Michelle does as she was instructed.

He then unfastens her jeans and tells her to pull them down, which she hesitantly does.

He tells her to wait there and don’t move, and then heads into the barn.

She now stands there, outside in the open, wearing only her panties and bra.

She is shivering even though it is warm out. She could feel beads of cold sweat on her upper lip.

Mike returns with a horse blanket and places it over some stacked bales of hay in the corral. He motions Michelle into the empty corral and guides her over the bale.

As the punishment starts, Michelle recounts directly.

I look back over my shoulder at Mike with a pleading look. I grab the far most edge of the bale of hay. I stand on my toes over the bale waiting, hoping that he will reconsider and stop. But I know inside that it won’t. As I lay there, I’m quaking with what is about to happen.

Mike looks down at Michelle. Her bottom is in perfect position. He can see her adjusting her body because of the straws pressing against her stomach and breasts. He notices the goose bumps covering her bottom. He roughly rips her panties off, partially shredding them in the process. He tells her to spread her legs. He can see she is mortified. Every ounce of her womanhood is now exposed as she obeys him.

I want to close my legs, but think better of it for the penalty of disobeying. Humiliation rocks me to my very core. He laid the panties next to my face and picks up the tawse. I am gripped with fear, anticipation and the dread of the punishment that he will now administer. My bottom sticks out and I look at him waiting for the first blow. Tears start to well in my eyes again.

Mike takes the tawse, tells her to brace herself, and lifts the tawse high in the air. He lets it fly through the air and it whistles and connects with its intended target. SWISH-CRACK!

I squint from the pain and let out a yell. I can feel the tears start to trickle from the corner of my eyes. There is a shooting pain across my entire bottom. A pain I have never experienced before. Peter had used a belt on me once for a serious offense, but this pain far, far exceeded that.

Mike deliberately waited before administering the next stroke. He wanted to give her time to think about the punishment and let the pain sink in. He knew she wanted to roll off the hay bale and run. He could tell from her reaction when she screeched from the sting. Ten to fifteen seconds passed before he would deliver the next stinging blow.

It seemed like an eternity. My vision was fogged. I was frantic that I could not go through with this. I saw him again raise the tawse SWISH-CRACK! The pain cut through my bottom like I was sitting on hot coals. I was in agony. I couldn’t take anymore! I arched my back and tried to get off the bale. I yelled, "I can’t take it. Please let me get up!" But Mike pressed me back down and told me to stay in position.

Mike could see the pain she was experiencing. And he knew the level she needed to get to. While it seemed unbearable, she could take more. He was keeping a close eye on her body language as well as the physical element - the bruises and welts. He would not break her skin. And he would not injure Michelle.

I looked over my shoulder again just in time to see the tawse - SWISH-CRACK!

I screamed and closed my legs. I couldn’t move. Rivulets of sweat are trickling over my body. I feel like I was branded. My bottom is on fire. I am sobbing and shaking. Tears are cascading down my cheeks. I am crying in earnest. I try to move, but it’s pointless.

Mike again scolds her for her misdeeds. The speeding and possibly injuring someone driving recklessly fast- SWISH-CRACK!

Yiiiiiiiii. I scream at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t care if anyone can hear me. My body arches straight up. Mike starts another lecture on spending. I hear the words and know a lick will soon connect on me again. I wish I could brace myself better. I know in a few seconds that tawse will strike.

SWISH-CRACK! Mike observes the lines criss-crossing her bottom. He will not hit in the same direct spot time after time. It must be spread over her entire backside and thighs.

I hear Mike saying, "And this is for lying!" SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK! Two quick slaps with the tawse over the backs of her thighs. eeeeee pllleeesseee nooooooo mmmooorrre. I am wailing, shivering and weeping. I tell him I have learned my lesson. I scream at the top of my lungs until my throat is raw. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

More lecturing. The misdeeds, the lying, the cover-up. Staying on the computer and ignoring household- SWISH-CRACK! Not paying bills. SWISH-CRACK! Red welts immediately appear each time the tawse connects.

Ignoring responsibilities SWISH-CRACK! She accepts the lash where it landed.

I beg him to stop. Oh please, please, no more! I feel the thrashing bite of the tawse and am going out of my mind with pain. I can’t take anymore.

Mike watches as she shrieks. She is bawling. Her body lurches forward and she screams again, but lower this time. He has reached her breaking point and he must now take her over it.

SWISH-CRACK!

I cant breath I can't think. Time passes.

SWISH-CRACK!

All I feel is fire, and more fire - slicing burning fire.

SWISH-CRACK!

I flail and try to scream, but am silent. My throat was raw. I cannot scream. I cannot move. I take the punishing swish on me-I cant fight anymore. I just hope it is over soon. I sob uncontrollably and my body is jerking up and down. And suddenly, a feeling of freedom engulfs my entire body. I am sorry for my actions and I forgive myself. All the pent up feelings were released. And then he stops.

Mike could tell by the reaction - she is broken! Her guilt and stress was released and she can accept herself again. She will forgive herself and will make changes. He has provided the relief that she needed and is fulfilled as well. He has helped a friend.

Mike helped her up. She was faint and had trouble standing. Her face cheeks were stained with tears. She had purplish bruises and red welts on her bottom. She would be uncomfortable for some time. Peter was on a job site out of town and she could heal in peace over the next two weeks. He looked her right in the eye and saw she got what she needed.

I was standing there still trembling and exposed to the world. But I no longer felt humiliated. Rather, I felt cared for and loved in a different sort of way. I am just glad all is well again. My special friend has brought me back to where I can like myself again

Mike wraps her blouse around her shoulders. He knows she feels loved and can give love again as she was cleansed. He leads her back into house. He carries her clothes and her tattered panties are attached to her jeans, dragging and leaving a trail in the dust.

Once inside the house, Mike takes Michelle's clothes and lays them on a chair. He pulls Michelle close and hugs her. Not in a sexual way, but a loving, caring way. She embraces him back and again begins to cry. But there is a difference. She is not crying from the pain, although she is hurting. No, these are happy tears, content tears, safe, cared-for tears. He tells her everything will be all right now.

She bites her bottom lip and says she knows. She is fragile right now. He rubs his hand up and down on her back and they stay in this position for several minutes before they release each other. Michelle is drained. She is exhausted both mentally and physically from the punishment. She needs to take a shower.

Michelle turns on the water and recounts again as she enters the shower. The water hurt as it hits against my bottom. I know sitting will be a monumental task over the next few days. I will try not to drive or do anything that involves a lot of sitting. I will have to stay off the computer, unless I want to do it standing up. I will have to sleep on my stomach and I sure won't be wearing any tight-fitting clothing. The shower feels like little mini-spanks on my tender bottom - as if I haven't had enough punishment.

Mike hears her turn the shower water off. He grabs his black bag and heads into Michelle's bedroom. He lays the black bag next to the bed. He takes the 2 pillows and places them on top of each other on the middle of the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and waits for Michelle to come out. He looks at the pillows that she will shortly be laying over and smoothes them out…

Michelle dries off and pats those tender areas on her bottom and back of her thighs. I clean the steam off of the mirror on the back of the door and look at my backside. It is crimson with purplish bruises and several on my upper thighs as well. I have quite a number of red welts that make my bottom look like a road map. But it was worth it. I got what I wanted, no got what I needed. What more could a girl ask for, I thought and then giggled. Even though it was early afternoon, I pulled on a white nightgown. This was the only loose-fitting thing I could manage to wear.

I opened the door and saw Mike on the bed. My eyes raised when I saw the pillows stacked on the middle of the bed and his black bag by his feet. My heart pounded. Surely he wouldn't spank me again. I would pass out!

Mike told Michelle to get on the bed, lay across the pillows with her bottom in the air and lift her nightgown over her hips. He told her that it would not be wise for her to disobey him unless she wanted to take a walk outside again. But Mike had a wry smile. Michelle did as she was told and Mike reached for the bag. He told Michelle to bury her head into the covers and not look up. The last thing she saw before she did bury her head was Mike reaching down into the bag.

Michelle again recounted. I jumped. What was that? It was his hand. He is gently rubbing my bottom with his hands. Eeeiiioooww. What is that? It is a feeling I didn't immediately recognize it. I still won't look up. It is cold, it's freezing and I shiver. He is rubbing something on my bottom. He rubs it on my thighs as well. Yes, know what it is. There is a slight fragrance. It is cream, a soothing cream.

Mike finishes rubbing the Aloe cream onto Michelle's bottom and then pulls down her nightgown. He tells her it is time to take a nap. Michelle leans backwards to get up off the bed. They smiled at each other. In a minute, Michelle would be sleeping from the sheer exhaustion. But first, Michelle leans forward and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She thanked him for being her friend. After all, WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

by L&T OTK

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