She got what she wanted...

Isobel had been planning it for days.

She'd done plenty of little things to annoy her lover, Charles. None of them big enough to cause a serious rift but now, she was sure, a sound spanking would ensue. And that's exactly what she wanted.

She wanted to look appealing, she wanted him to notice she'd taken the trouble to look good, she wanted to be attractive to him but she didn't want to be so attractive that he might overlook her misdeeds and ravish her instead. She wanted to be spanked.

Before she dressed a final look in the mirror to make sure her stockings were straight and to admire her new panties, she'd bought them especially, they were full fitting and her ample bottom filled them nicely.

She didn't think they'd be staying on very long but first impressions were so important, Isobel thought.

When Charles arrived they had words.

Not heated words because Charles didn't do those. Calm precise words, softly spoken questions from Charles, a little nervously answered by Isobel. It always built up this way and Isobel loved and loathed it, she could feel dampness between her legs as her lover approached the point at which he would announce that what she'd done simply wasn't acceptable and that under the circumstances he was going to spank her. His demeanour would change, hers would too.

Charles was a very good spanker.

Firm, resolute, polite but insistent. And very, very patient. He didn't believe in rushing, he didn't take shortcuts, he allowed time for struggling, pleading, repositioning, scolding, tears, tissues......Charles believed that for a spanking to be truly effective the two most important elements were firstly that it should hurt and secondly that it should always be carried out fully no matter what excuses were dreamed up by the transgressor. There was just no point in a spanking that didn't leave the recipient feeling well and truly 'spanked' and to Charles's mind that included contrite, humbled and with a very sore bottom. Charles gave a very sore bottom indeed to Isobel, he took his time and didn't stop until her cheeks were fiery red and considerably warmed.

Then he gave her some time to adjust her composure and dress and took her to dinner, over which they discussed, amongst other things, the infractions she'd been guilty of and how much better it was to have cleared the air. That was when she dropped the bombshell she'd been holding back....she hadn't told Charles the whole truth about all her little infractions.

In fact some of her infractions, especially those related to her spending account, were considerably worse that she'd had her lover believe. Charles absorbed the details stoically, remaining clam and polite as ever, he even ordered the dessert menu for Isobel and a cognac for himself. Then he announced that in view of what she'd told him, and most particularly in view of the fact that she'd been dishonest in withholding information, he would have to take the cane to her when they returned to her apartment. Isobel's stomach flipped but she felt the wetness between her legs again..

Charles was also a very good caner, he applied the same principles as he did for a hand spanking but, of course, with somewhat more dramatic results both physical and vocal. Isobel was caned very firmly and went to bed that evening, aside her lover with a stripped bottom and tears in her eyes.

She got what she wanted and.....

.....in the morning she'd make it up to Charles.

Just a little fiction fun.

Have a great weekend.

Ronnie

xx

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