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Kelly was a party girl, young and having fun… far too much fun. She was out every night, making a fool of herself, missing classes the next day, and overall not engaging in more productive parts of life. Don didn’t like that. Don was a serious man, and he wanted Kelly to get her act together. At the end of every night out, she’d stumble back to his place, they’d have some fun, and he’d take care of her and tuck her in. He was a caretaker of sorts for her in her wild youth, and he was wondering what he was going to do about her troubling behavior. Then one day he had an idea. Don invited her over for a surprise. This time at the beginning of the night, not the end. She had no idea why, but was curious. 6:00 PM on the dot she showed up at his front door in a skimpy black cocktail dress and dolled up in too much make-up. Don let her right in. To her surprise, his entire house was completely decorated with streamers and lights. Large speakers, a snack bar, kegs, he had everything. Don smiled, “I know you like parties, so I decided to throw one.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and shock. This wasn’t like Don. “Hell yea! This is going to be great!” She went on over to grab a drink. He stopped her. "Before the party, I thought we’d have a little chat first.” He said, raising an eyebrow. She was intrigued. He placed an arm around her hip, “A fun talk.” She instantly perked up, fooling around before the party was new and exciting. She put down her drink. He grabbed her by the hand and escorted her through the house, past the living room and kitchen to… the Den. The Den was a small office space he created. It was sectioned and separated off from the living room by thin ornate Japanese paper walls. The way in was through a small door in the hallway. He usually didn’t let anyone in this personal space but today was an exception. Don opened the door and gestured her in. The room was largely empty except for a big black box and some vague piece of furniture with a sheet draped over it. "Clothes off.” He demanded, more stern than usual. She was surprised but nonetheless obliged out of intrigue of where this was going. Kelly slowly lifted her little black dress up and over her body. Next, undoing her bra and sliding down her panties off her legs. She handed her cute pile of clothes over to him and smiled. She was naked, and feeling a little exposed, did a little shy dance. Don took the clothes and laid them neatly in the corner then began rummaging in his box of secrets. Kelly began asking all sorts of questions and trying to make small talk as she stood there naked and vulnerable, but Don simply ignored it. Out of the box, Don pulled out four leather cuff bands, one for each wrist and one for each ankle.. He walked over and started securing them on each limb one by one while she talked. When he was done, he pulled the sheet off to reveal a peculiar leather furniture piece she hadn’t seen before. It was a saddle-like thing, a rocking horse, or bench of some kind. Don gestured her to lay over it. She started to get anxious and ask questions, but he just kissed her and kept gesturing until she obliged. She climbed up over it, laying her torso face down on top and having her limbs dangle below. Don went around and one by one secured each limb to a post on the saddle. From below, he then pulled out another leather strap which went around her torso and tied on the other side as well as two other straps to secure her upper thighs to the bench. Kelly grew very nervous. She tried moving her limbs and body and she was very secure in place, not going anywhere, for whatever Don had in store. She started demanding answers. Don took out of his pocket a small ball gag. While she was talking, he placed it directly into her mouth, and secured it behind her head. “You’re done talking. It’s now my turn to speak.” "Kelly, you’ve been partying quite a bit, to your own detriment. You can’t keep partying forever. You need to grow up. I think it’s finally time that you learn some restraint.” Don tugged on one of the straps and chuckled at his own joke. "Tonight is going to be a blast. I’ve invited ALL your friends and classmates over. I expect upwards of fifty to sixty people over. It’s going to be an absolute RAGER. Without a doubt, it is going to be the best party of the year… You’re just not invited. This is one party you are sadly going to miss. Let this be a lesson to you.” Kelly couldn't talk, but her eyes showed complete disbelief. She was livid at the idea he’d keep her from something fun. He can’t control her. But before Don could elaborate, the doorbell rang. “Ahh. Guests are arriving!” Don said with a smile. So he got up and exited the door, and with a small key from his wallet, locked the door behind him. She panicked and tried to yell back at him, but it was all muffled. Wait? He can’t leave me here like this?! She thought. Unable to move, she turned her head to look back. She was butt-naked in the middle of the room, straddling this thing, unable to move an inch. She tried to wiggle and budge, but no luck. Just then, she realized she could hear everything through those thin walls. Don answered the door. It was her friends Becks and Jeremy. She could see their shadows across the wall as they came in and sat down on the living room couch. Little did they know, Kelly was naked and exposed just 20 feet away. Kelly panicked and froze. Becks asked where Kelly was and if she’d be coming. Don however responded “She’s unfortunately feeling a little under the weather and won’t be able to make it.” She felt so embarrassed listening in and hearing them talk about her while being indisposed. Much to Kelly's dismay, over the next hour, that door bell kept ringing. She saw shadow after shadow make its way into the living room, the room getting louder and louder with voices she recognized. Don wasn’t kidding. The entire school was basically there. As the place filled up, she kept hearing her name and Don tell people she was sick and every time she felt mortified. Pretty soon that entire house was filled with people and she felt so beyond embarrassed, being naked with a hidden audience just on the other side of that wall. At one point a classmate stood right next to the wall to eat, and to Kelly it felt like he was right there in the room with her. At another point, a dude was trying to find the bathroom put instead jiggled the door to the Den. Kelly was terrified at the thought of someone coming in and seeing her. The door being locked, the man moved on to other doors. As the party got going, the music pumped louder and louder and things seemed to get wilder and more chaotic. Her embarrassment turned to sadness, as it seemed like a blast, and she wasn’t going to get to go. Don excused himself from a conversation and secretly ducked away from the party. About an hour and a half of waiting there vulnerable, the knob of the door to the Den finally jiggled. Kelly jumped not sure who was coming in. It was Don, finally returning. He locked the door behind him. They were alone, but several dozen people were on the other side of that wall, casting shadows. The music made it hard to hear, so Don leaned in close and talked directly to her ear. "Parties can be a lot of fun. But you need to learn that they come with a cost. In order to kick your partying ways, I thought I’d give you a memory you won’t soon forget. Tonight everybody will be having fun… but you.” Don disappeared behind her, out of view. What was he up to, she thought worried. Just then, he pulled apart her legs and tightened the straps to keep them open. He gently pushed her up and forward while tightened the grips on her arms. She was now spread legged, bottom high in the air, and head facing the floor. More exposed than ever before. This was a sight to behold. Don stared and admired for a minute before rummaging through his secret box. She had no idea what to expect. Just then, something cold and wet tapped on her tight little pink back door. She lurched and gasped and Don laughed. What was that?! He continued rubbing it around the hole, probing it gently back and forth. She originally thought it was a butt plug, but it felt oddly shaped, and she couldn’t see. It felt odd. Just then, however, with a little push, the thing slipped right on in, coming to a snug rest like a plug. Don whispered in her ear. “Fresh ginger. That should liven things up for you.” It started to kind of tingle, she thought, but in an interesting way she hadn’t felt before, like vapor rub. Don then brought up his hand and very swiftly smacked it down on her cheek, like getting a horse to gallop. Through the gag she let out a small “Ow.” Don did it again, smacking down hard on the other cheek. OW. He then did a short burst back and forth to get a dozen ones in quick succession. Kelly reacted naturally by clenching her cheeks together, trying to lessen the impact. Don watched her clench and clench, just as he wanted. He stopped and watched. Kelly got very uncomfortable and wriggled her bottom as the heat from her bottom now radiated. Oh that burns… Kelly thought… “OH that REALLY burns. OW. OW. Ok, I’m done now, take it out. Take it out. How hot is this thing going to get?” Don couldn’t understand her through the gag, and he didn’t care. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approach her. Out of his box of toys, he had grabbed a thin wooden cane. He displayed it in front of her, and made a big swinging motion in the air to show what was in store. Kelly’s eyes grew incredibly wide and she shook her head repeatedly. “Ok, I’ll stop partying! I’ll stop partying! I get it. All good.” But a lesson was a lesson… With one big swing, Don brought the cane down HARD on her nicely prone and presented but tushy. Kelly kicked her legs, against the restraints, and lurched forward. She let out a scream, but the gag muffled it, and it was nowhere near the volume of the loud music blaring in the living room. Nobody could hear it. Don wound up another swing. In anticipation Kelly tightened up. However, the ginger worked its magic, and she felt a burning ring of fire pulsate down there. She let go and relaxed. Just then, Don smacked down again for another CRACK of the cane. “AHHHH” she screamed once more and reflexively clenched, for another surprise burn she had just forgotten about. It became abundantly clear to her that Kelly was trapped in a vicious cycle of pain. She desperately looked around the room for a way out of this situation, but found none. Just on the other side of the wall, she can hear all her friends talking, and their shadows pass by. Two of her drunk guy friends talk about girls they’d like to hook up with. Another friend is looking for chips. Little do they know, 20 feet away, she’s sprawled buttnaked and beginning to shed tears, wanting this whole party to be over. Just as she got completely flooded with emotions and started breaking down, Don stopped. He put away the cane, and removed the ginger from her rear. She instantly sighed and relaxed all her limbs, which had been tensed. Don sat down next to her and whispered. “Now, not every party you’ll remember fondly. Everytime you see those party lights, think of tonight.” She nodded reluctantly. “Now, I have to go be a good host, but we’ll talk soon when this party is over.” She nodded again. The punishment is finally over. "But while you’re here thinking about things, I want to make sure you don’t forget the lesson. So…” He pulled something out from behind his back. “I got a fresh one for you.” He smiled. It was brand new piece of ginger, seemingly larger than the previous. Kelly furiously shook her head screaming no, but he didn’t care. With a strong push, he shoved it on into her tight little rear, and secured it in place. He stood back and admired his handiwork, her red and freshly spanked tushy. It just needed one more thing. With one hand, he took out of his box a bottle of vapor rub. He then very generously began applying it all along her sore rear end. The result was an instant reddening and stinging sensation all over her buttocks that grew. Kelly’s bottom was slowly turning on fire, both inside and out. She panicked and started pulling on her hand restraints and kicking her feet, wiggling side to side, but unable to move from her saddle. Finally satisfied, Don smacked her on the cheek very very hard, and yelled “Giddy up.” Kelly clenched up, and sure enough, off to the races she went, bouncing up and down on that saddle trying to escape the burn, but without any luck. Lurching forward, wriggling back, hollering, repeat. "Enjoy the party.” He said, as he locked the door behind him.