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(this is a continuing story from, "Your first spanking with a new Mentor/Spanker") Well, some time has passed since that first spanking, hasn't it? ...and during this time you have gotten to know and trust me as your Spanker and Disciplinarian and I have really enjoyed getting to know you. Although undisciplined and impetuous at times, you are clearly a free spirit, have great energy, very smart, creativity and really fun to be around. By now, a number of months and a number of spankings have taken place, all really fun spankings, "stress relief" as some might say and I have really never been given cause to give you a disciplinarian spanking…that is, until today. As we find ourselves in May of 2020, it is clearly the Covid-19 time and the world has been facing self isolation. This requiring each and every one of us sacrifice our lives as we knew them, for some, our livings have fully stopped and front-line workers are the true hero's, this is the world we live in…so it was easy to understand that the local 6:00 o’clock news ran the story showing some people blatantly disregarding the social distancing rules at a nearby park on a particularly beautiful day…and this is where your troubles really starts. I, personally, got really lucky, in that, I was infected by the virus in late February and hardly felt any symptoms at all. I found out from a phone call informing me that a colleague that I was traveling with was infected, but for me, who was in fact asymptomatic, I felt lucky that I dodged the bullet. Even still, I social distanced from everyone, including you, even after my 14 days, to be a good example and play it safe since we still know little about the disease. So, there I was in my kitchen, preparing dinner, with the news on when, lo and behold, there you are, one of the “thoughtless citizen’s” sunbathing in the park, clearly not social distancing. You were sharing a towel with a girlfriend, the two of you grinning away as the reported asked, “How do you feel breaking the social distancing rules, when people are suffering in the hospital and may be suffering in the near future because of your behavior.” Your friend answers, “ohhh, lighten up!!! We have the right, the only person who looks out of place is you in your three-piece suit!!” and with that comment, you and your friend burst out laughing, leaving the reporter to make a disparaging comment about some of the more selfish and ill-informed people living in our fair city. ...and for the record, no, she was not wearing a three piece suit. At first, I didn’t think too much about it…I was disappointed to see your behavior, but as I re-watched the end of the news piece and your bursting out laughing, appearing to be under the influence of your friend and completely tone-deaf to the world around you…well, this started to annoy me and then I remembered that you have asthma, one of the underlying conditions that could make getting the virus serious. I then got concerned and then mad at your reckless behavior. After dinner, I give you a call, ask about your day and you say nothing of it. You know that do I worry about you and you tell me that you’re staying in tonight and you even volunteer that you stayed in all day. "You did, huh?" I think to myself. “OK, well, I'm glad to hear it and sure glad that you’re being truthful with me,” I ended my call saying this, giving you a final chance to come clean. If you had been truthful, you would have gotten off with a lecture, but instead you offered me a virtual hug and we said goodbye. Needless-to-say, you are quite surprised to receive a call from me 35 minutes later informing you that I am outside your place and I would like to speak with you. As you opened your door, you find it quite unnerving that I am unexpectedly here and I am wearing a mask. “Sir, w- what a pleasant surprise,” you start, “ummm, really a BIG surprise since I wasn’t expecting you, like, AT ALL!! Is everything OK?” you start. “ohhh, I don’t know, IS everything OK?” I ask sternly. Watching your anxiety level rise, you responded, “well, um, yeah, I mean, yes Sir! I guess so, but it’s a little hard to tell with you wearing that mask. You can take it off, I know that you’re safe! Maybe I can make you a tea?” “You know that I'm safe, do you? Well, what if I don’t know that you’re safe? What if you have been exposed to the virus, like, maybe today!? …maybe from a foolish decision you made. MAYBE, you feel safe, but I'm here to tell you that you are not safe and your bottom certainly is not after I'm done with it!!” I said disapprovingly. “Sir!!!! I can explaaaaaain!!!!” you desperately respond. Ohh I am so looking forward to this, crossing my arms, and happy that I soaped up my glasses prior to putting my mask on, so, my glasses would not fog up as I watch your body language change. You go on to explain that it was your friend Jenna’s idea...Jenna, your best friend, was sharing the blanket with you and the very same friend who was mouthing off to the reporter. “oohh, it was Jenna’s fault, was it?” I started, “well, if Jenna was here I would tell her she deserves a spanking too, but it is just you and I and you KNOW you are about to receive one. Now, go and get your hairbrush!!” “My hairbrush!!” you responded, looking shocked, “but, but…but you promised, I would only be spanked with it for a REAL Disciplinarian…” at this, you slow down, “s-p-a-n-k-i-n-g,” and at that drawn-out word you realized that is exactly what is about to happen. “You are exactly right Young Lady, and I ALWAYS KEEP MY PROMISES. NOW GET THE HAIRBRUSH or do you want me to start with my belt?” I said in my no nonsense tone as I watch you quickly make her way to your bedroom, as I walk into your place, and see you returning with the wooden hairbrush that I asked you to buy as a reminder of what happens when you’re disobedient. “So, was it worth it?” I ask. “I guess you saw me on TV, huh?” you respond. “Ohh, yes, I did. I'm sure all of the city saw you!! I hope your boss didn’t!! A stunt like that could get you fired, not to mention if you contracted the virus…you HAVE ASTHMA silly!!! Although I am mad at you…I am also concerned!” I had to admit. Your face softened for a moment, “aww, you care!!” “Oh no you don’t, you’re not going to charm your way out of this young lady” I reassure you. “So, was it worth it? Did you get a nice tan?” I ask. Trying to be factual as well as casual you respond, “Well, yes, I think so, don’t you?” Picking up the hairbrush, I respond, “well, I don’t know, but I am about to find out aren’t I? EVERYTHING OFF, NOW!!! …and then, into the corner!” You have seen me role-play "anger", and thought to yourself you never want to see me like this and now that you finally are seeing me angry and, knowing the kind of trouble you are in, you wisely decide not to say a thing as you slip your shorts and undies off as you walk to the corner and then throw your t-shirt on the ground. Standing there naked, you instinctively put your hands behind your back as you hear me pull one of your chairs into the center of the room. Walking over to you, standing behind you, I say, “You will soon learn that you will do as you’re told, is that understood?” “Yes, Sir” you respond sure not to say anything else. “Now, lets get you on the chair.” I instruct. You turn around questioningly, thinking that, at least, you were going to enjoy being over my lap, as you have come to love this sensation, but looking at me wearing my surgical mask and realizing that I have not touched you since I arrived you realize that this spanking will be much different. “Ohhh Sir, ummm, its OK, I ummm, well…can you pleeease take your mask off, it’s kinda freaking me out!! You’re safe!!! You had it already!! Can I please go over your lap, Ill be the naughty Teachers Assistant again!” you add, trying to diffuse your situation. “Ohh, I know I had the virus, but you have not and since neither of us are immunologists and even if we were, we still don’t know enough about this damn thing…but,…from your performance today, I'm afraid that my words are just going in one ear and out the other, so,…so I will let the hairbrush do the talking, maybe IT will talk some sense in you. Now kneel on the chair!!” At that, your heart sinks, as you walk to the chair kneel on it and put your hands on the back of the chair, feeling very vulnerable, taking a peek at the look on my face, but only seeing my eyes. “Bum out, Katie” I instruct. “Go on, arch your back.” Then, less than a second after you stick your bum out you feel the wooden hairbrush land squarely on your bum, hard. *SMACK* You jump. “SIR!!!! What about the warm-ups??? We have to have warm-ups, right?” you respond. …and as you say ‘right’ the hairbrush lands on your right cheek, then left, then right. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Watching you, as you almost lose your balance. “Hold on to the chair.” I instruct and then *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* for about 5 minutes as I lecture you: “We have talked about this, haven’t we!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “YES SIR” you cry out! *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “I do not want you to get this virus, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I do not want you getting sick *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I do not want you lying me! *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* is that understood??” I lecture you. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* As you kneel on your chair you think to yourself that this is far worse than you have imagined. Yes, the hairbrush hurts much more than a hand spanking, no, there were no warm-up…and, yes, your bum is really stinging, but that is not it. This time you know you have earned this spanking from your thoughtless behavior and now you are embarrassed by this behavior, and, at that thought, your first tear falls. You start to get off the chair. At this you feel my hand on your shoulder, “get BACK into position,” I demand. As you are getting into position you feel your hairbrush make repeated contact with your rear-end. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I stop as I see you bottom get red. “Now, I think you are ready for the belt!” “Please Sir!!! Ive had enough” you reply between the tears. I find it hard, very hard in fact, to see you like this, but I this is one lesson I do not want you to forget. “Why did you do it? You know better!!” I ask. “It was Jenna Sir, ITS ALL HER FAULT!!!” You try to assure me. “It’s all her fault?” I ask calmly. Kneeling on the chair, you feel that you are now turning me around and, although you have been naked for previous spankings, you kinda enjoyed the freedom of it, but with this being your first disciplinarian spanking this is very, very embarrassing!! “Yeah, Im going to tell Jenna you said she deserves a spanking and she said that she would like to try.” You add, trying to distract me. But as you say that you see me taking my belt off, as you hear the jingle of the belt buckle. Looking at me shocked, “w w what are you d doing Sir?” you stutter with wide eyes. “Ohh, I'm about to show you the belting that you and Jenna deserve, but since you’re the only naughty girl here, you will get her licks too!!!,” I say matter of factly and then walk to the side of the padded arm of your couch, “right over here sweetie.” I direct you. Rubbing your bum, you feel your heart racing, “Please Sir, pleeeease take the mask off!!!” you say as this whole spanking is different than any spanking you have had from me before. Realizing that the mask adds an element of fear to your spanking I say, “Maybe ALL your disciplinarian spankings will be with a mask on EVEN AFTER this thing is over.” I say as you look at me shocked and start bending over the arm of the couch. I reposition you, ensuring your bum is sticking straight up. I snap the belt against itself a couple of times, I wait for 15 seconds or so until you feel the first *SMACK* of the belt. “OHHHHHHH OWWWWWW, OMG, that hurts Sir!” you say in protest. Yes, it should I say as the belt flies through the air, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I see the tell-tail stripes that only a belt can leave on a bare bottom. I carefully watch you as you squirm under my belt, then 5 more, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “How many is that?” I ask. “That is 10 Sir” you reply with a shaky voice. “Whose fault was it?” I ask, hoping for the right answer. Quietly, you answer me, “It was my fault, it was so stupid.” "Good girl, now here are Jenna's." I say calmly. As the belt reigns down on your defenseless bare bottom, at about the 13th stroke you stop processing what is going on around you only thinking about the next stroke that hits your bottom. Lost in the following thought: 'ohhh god that stings!!!!!, I wonder when he will stop!!!!!, fuuuuuucck!!!!, no, no more pls!!!!, ohhhnot sooooo high!!!!, noooooo not so low!!! not on the legs!!!!!, NOOOO FAIR!!!!!, I don't want to cry!!!!!!' ...all these thoughts you keep to yourself until you hear me say, " that's 20, now, Have you learned your lesson?” I ask. “Yes, Sir, I really have...can I have a hug please?” you ask feeling unsure. “Yes, of course!! Come here” I say reassuringly, as you feel my arms wrap around you as your breathing slowly returns to normal. “Im so sorry, Sir, I will never do it again” you whisper. “Im so glad to hear you say this” I say reassuringly. After another minute or so I release you from the hug and I feel that you have really learned from this spanking, I hope so anyways. As your putting your clothes back on you turn to me and ask, “So, would you give Jenna a spanking, I mean, she gets into allot more trouble than I do Sir!!” “I don’t know, you keep me pretty busy,” I respond. “She told me that would like one” you say with a twinkle in your eye. "God knows, she deserves it!" “Hmmm,” I respond, “and let me guess, you would like to watch, right?” “Maybe?” you say, knowing full well you want to watch. I tell you I will think about it. I give you another hung and ask you to be more careful. You nod at me, breath deeply, still rubbing your bum as you walk me to your door disappointed that I don't stay longer. You feel reassured as you watch your masked Spanker make his way to his car and drive off in the sunset. You then grab for your phone, pulling up Jenna's contact number, preparing to tell her that 'she is going to get it!" as you feel a sense of calm and release that you have just had your first disciplinarian spanking.
'm a very experienced disciplinarian who wont put up with a lot of stuff. I spank males and females for valid reasons and only those who are serious about needing help or wanting to change there behavior. If you act like a child you best be prepared to be treated like one. This includes spankings, corner time, mouth soaping, and punishment assignments and line writing.I generally spank to tears if the person is capable of letting go of those emotions.I take what i do very serious and i don't play games. With me you will be thoroughly remorseful for your wrong doings and be finding it hard to sit down for a while ...