I heard her bumbling around in the bathroom and looked at the clock. No wonder she was nervous. Jessica had already slept too late and failed to wake me appropriately. The alarm clock was turned off. We'd agreed to get her punishment out of the way early this morning because there was much spring cleaning to be done. The house was a mess (no thanks to her?), but I waited patiently for her to finish cleaning herself up. I expected her to come get me when she was done, but she went to the kitchen instead. I assumed she was going into the dining room to get a chair, but when Jessica did not return promptly, I found her gingerly seated sipping coffee.

Her eyes widened at the short cane in my hand. "I forgot, I forgot, please not THAT ONE!" she pleaded as she got up and bent over the chair.

I took her by the wrist, stood her up, and traced one of the wheals through her robe. We had 'discussed' this last night. She couldn't possibly have forgotten what she'd agreed to. Jessica shivered as my cold hand smoothed her pale bottom. "No, you were hoping I'd forget." I stood her up, seating myself. "You should have gone and picked out the long cane I'd meant for you, but now you don't get a chair to hold onto."

She took a few steps back in disbelief at her optimism. Maybe he'd back out, maybe I could pretend it didn't happen, maybe he wasn't convinced I'd really want to do this...

"Are you going to come here, young lady, or do I have to come get you?"

She started visibly in the cool morning light and stepped forward. This could have been over, she could have taken six or twelve or however many I'd said I would give her over the chair like a big girl. Now she was to be bent over and sticked on her bare bottom like a naughty child. For how long, she didn't know. I understood all this. Right now, Jessica could be outside trimming the hedges while I mowed the fresh green grass. She could be in the sun working alongside me with the birds chirping in the air. Inside it was chilly and still. And there were no birds.

"Take down your pants. You don't want me to do it for you."

The puzzled look on Jessica's face reminded me that when she felt like being spanked, it was always at night. I don't know if I said it out of habit, or just because I liked saying it :)

A slight grin flicked across her lips as she dropped her robe to the floor. She tried to hold still and only kicked slightly, alternating legs, as the short cane landed. Short enough to use over the knee. Jessica sighed and tried to stand after the twelfth stroke landed, then shrieked when her mind counted thirteen. FOURTEEN!

"Wait! I'm done!"

"You know perfectly well (crack!) this little cane (swish!) doesn't count as a full stroke (Waack! ahhhooww hoo hoo hoo whyy!) and it is faster!" I punctuated faster with four final fast strokes that sent her wailing, then carried her to the bedroom to find her some suitable clothes.

Jessica knows she doesn't get to keep her dignity after being bent over for a sticking. She pouted on the bed while I set out the maid's uniform I'd purchased the night before. My other purchase was again concealed in the nightstand drawer.

It had all started Friday evening. We went for a night on the town, and she just would not stop talking about this thing her friend was doing. It was called domestic discipline, and her friend kept a punishment book and had duties she was expected to do. Misbehaviors throughout the day or the week would be accounted for and she would be punished. The woman had to wear strange things whenever she was home, and had to be obedient to her husband while he was present. In his absence, there were chores that would be evaluated upon his return.

I told her that I didn't think she wanted to be under watch all the time, and that for me, kinky activities were supposed to be an escape from the ordinary- a secret fantasy place to be visited and hidden- you wouldn't want to actually live there! Jessica just went on and on so enthusiastically, I expected someone from the next table to come over and ask me to go on and spank her already. It was embarrassing!

I told her to keep her voice down, and we'd talk about it later, but I really didn't think this was a good idea. I never wanted her to be a pushover. She got even louder. Jessica could be whatever she wanted to be whenever she wanted to be, and if she felt like being an obedient servant for a while, that was her way of standing out! The thing is, she was a professional woman, and some of her associates from the party might know someone here. What if somebody from the party also came here and I just didn't recognize? I gave her the fine, but this is not the time or the place speech, and she took off to the car. She had a point though, I thought as I picked up the check. If she wanted to try something, then she had every right to. Even if people might think it was crazy. Especially if I thought it was crazy. Jessica wasn't really being a pushover at all....

We made an unexpected stop on the way home which broke her silence, and her eyes sparkled at the maid's uniform I bought. She didn't see the other item of interest. A belt simply wouldn't do because those take experience I didn't have, and she already had a set of canes we were rarely used. This tawse would make a nice addition, and I'd heard its damage was extreme but fleeting. (A quick demonstration in the back room confirmed its ease of use)

I asked Jessica to go check the mail while I hurried inside and unpacked our new belongings. It was late, and we were both a bit tired from the party, and the dinner, and the big scene at dinner. So, it didn't surprise me when she curled up on the bed beside me.

"Jessica. Your big outburst this evening was unacceptable, and a big girl should know better. You are going to be caned."

She shot straight up, suddenly wide awake. "It is too late to do it tonight, so you will get a nice bedtime spanking to help you think about how you will act tomorrow."

"What, but but I thought you decided that I was right and we could try what I suggested? It's not fair to punish me twice for the same thing!"

I couldn't help noticing Jessica had changed into her Teddy. She kneeled on her haunches looking down at me, eyes wide. "Yes, but you really made a scene. You will get 6 .... of the best. The very best, in fact, because you will have had plenty of time to think about it."

Jessica pouted for a second, then lay across my knees, her long legs flat on the bed.

"Next time you want to start a big argument," I chastised her softly, "you will do so in privacy."

"Yes, sir" she responded as I gently spanked her over the gown.

"You could have gotten as loud as you wanted in the car, but that was a nice restaurant."

A shiver as Jessica's short hem was lifted up her back. I rolled up my left sleeve and tucked my arm around her soft stomach, pulling her tight. Her bare skin felt a little cold in the night air. The spanking resumed a little harder.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted,...., I,... I wanted.." The talk turned to crying as the emotions she'd been hiding broke the surface. "I wanted you to know, I wanted what she ha--aadd. I wanted it and I didn't know how to say...itt aowwwwhh!!"

I gave her warm bottom a few more light smacks, then rested my hand on the small of her back to keep her still. Jessica burst into tears as I reached for the nightstand by the bed. The heavy bath brush was on top for obvious reasons.

"No, you can't. You can't! You didn't say anything about that. I won't let you, that thing bruises!"

Instead of picking up the brush, opened the drawer and pulled out something else. She stopped kicking and peered up curiously. This little tawse (inspired by one at Adam and Gillian btw), was wicked black with a slit down the middle all the way up to a short handle. The leather was stiff enough to keep the two ends close together, and their tips were positively evil looking. Instead of just tapering or being beveled, the tongues got wider first and then tapered down like spear heads. They looked almost like barbs on top of a wrought iron fence.

I unwrapped my arm from Jessica's smooth underbelly and gave the inside a test stroke - forearm movement only - half strength. She winced at the sound and I patted her head, which she rested on her folded hands. The immediate sting told me this is about as hard as I'd need to use it on Jessica.

"You have been thinking about your friend for a long time haven't you?"

She nodded.

"Instead of being jealous of your friend, and then waiting until you're unhappy to yell at me like that, you should have just told me right away. Calmly."

Jessica whimpered into the bed sheets.

"We have talked about this problem before, and now I am going to thrash your bare bottom with THIS until you ASK me for Twelve Cane Strokes tomorrow."

"But I don't, I don't deserve that! You said six!"

"You can't get jealous over something someone else has if you don't take the steps to get it, and you need to be able to tell me what you need! Well, I guess you can consider this an introduction to your weekend of domestic discipline. There a lot of cleaning to do in that new outfit of yours, and you'll be spanked no matter what."

"It's not fair!" she shrieked as I struck the tawse across both cheeks.

"It's not supposed to be, Young Lady. (Another shriek and a squirm for obvious reasons) I suggest you beg me for your cane strokes before I run out of room for new tawse strikes"

She protested and yelped as two more dark red stripes appeared on her backside. "Never!"

I landed the next one on the left bottom only, and she started smacking her hand against the bed.

"No!"

I got into a steady rhythm. Finally, I sent one long ways down her crack, and the tongues crept between her legs. She screamed and I stopped.

"WAAIITT! Cane me. Please! Please cane me sir. No more!"

I hugged her and got out the lotion we kept for that and other purposes.

"You've got lots of dust to clean out tomorrow. We are going to air out the rugs and vacuum, and get summer clothes out of the attic. There's going to be sorting and cleaning and maybe some bulb planting, but you can choose what you want to do and we'll split it. Your work and your work ethic will be evaluated, you will wear your new uniform, and I will personally design a punishment notebook just for you."

"Thank You Sir"

"I've set the alarm clock for 9 a.m. You get cleaned up and wake me as soon as you're done with the shower. Then you can get a chair from the dining room and wait until I'm dressed."

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