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Journeys Cora fidgeted in the corner, listening carefully for Silas' step on the staircase up to their room. It felt like she'd been standing here forever, certainly much longer than he usually left her here. She just wanted to get this spanking over and get on to their lovemaking. She didn't want this spanking and only grudgingly felt she deserved it. Tonight was a big date for them, one they'd looked forward to all week. They'd gone to an afternoon concert and then out for a nice dinner. She couldn't help that she was pouting. Silas was going to be going away on business for a month and she wasn't getting to go with him this time because she had several paintings she had to finish before a major art show opening. She'd tried to convince him that she could bring her art supplies along with them, but they both knew that wouldn't work. They'd tried it before and she'd gotten very little done. But she didn't want to be away from him for a month. She'd begged to be allowed to join him for a weekend and he had firmly said she could only if she'd met her goals before he left--and she hadn't. He hadn't even spanked her for that--figuring not getting the trip she wanted was consequences enough. But he did finally put his foot down during dinner and tell her she had to stop complaining about it. She should have known he was serious. When she'd started her complaints up again, he'd called for the bill, silently driven them home and sent her up to the corner to wait for him. Cora knew she was being childish on some level, but the deadlines were not easy to meet. She just wasn't as structured as Silas was. He'd been trying to help her get more organized, to meet deadlines, to do what she needed to be successful as an artist--and it had made a difference. He'd also insisted that she pull her fair share around the house and had enforced that with more than a few hard spankings. Now she squirmed again, wearing only a sheer nightshirt, with no panties as he would just remove those anyway. He didn't often believe in warm-ups. If she was being disciplined, the spanking started on her bare bottom and was delivered in a way that always got her attention. Surely he wouldn't use his belt today, she thought, not just for her bad attitude. Granted, she also hadn't done any of her chores this weekend, but he'd seemed inclined to ignore that since he was leaving in two days. Perhaps, she thought, she could try to distract him by wiggling a lot over his lap, pressing her hips against his, getting him hard so he'd want to end the spanking as fast as she did and get on to other things. There it was! He was climbing the stairs. She carefully placed her hands on her head and stood still, trying to look the very model of submissive behavior. He opened the door and said, "Cora, I want you to come downstairs." She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him in surprise, "Downstairs, sir?" she asked, for she always added the 'sir' when they were in disciplinary mode. "You heard me, Cora. Now." he said firmly, holding the door open for her and pointing down the stairs. Her question about dressing first died on her lips, for his "now" was never to be argued with. Especially not on an evening when she was eager to get him past the point of punishing her. She turned and walked across the room, hesitating in front of him, wondering whether she should kiss him, but deciding against it when she saw his stern demeanor. There would be time enough for that soon. She walked down the steps, with him following close behind. When they got to the landing, he took her by the upper arm and led her into the living room. She started in surprise as they entered. Sitting on their couch was an older woman, her hair in a bun, wearing a knee-length gray skirt and a button-up white shirt. She pressed back against Silas, embarrassed at her half-dressed state. She turned to look at him and then started to stumble out a confused greeting when Silas spoke up. "Cora, this is Eloise. You will address her as Ms. Booth. Eloise, this is my girlfriend, whom you've heard me speak so much about." Eloise stood up, crossing the room and held her hand out to Cora, ignoring the difference in how they were dressed. Cora took her hand, shook it and said, "It-it's a pleasure, if a surprise, to meet you, um, Ms. Booth." "I have not yet told her what we have discussed," Silas said. "I thought it best she learn as it became necessary." Eloise nodded and resumed her seat on the couch. Silas escorted Cora over to an armchair and motioned for her to sit while he sat in the ladderback chair, set in the middle of the room, a chair Cora knew was there for only one reason as it usually resided in the dining room. If he had pulled it out here, he had intentions of spanking her--but would he do so with company present? "Cora, I have had a lot of concerns about leaving you while I'm on this business trip. These past few weeks you have shown an increasing need for discipline--more even than I've been able to provide. I seem to be punishing you for the same things repeatedly and you don't learn." "S-Silas, I...please, must we talk about this in front of our guest?" Cora asked, blushing furiously. "Yes, in fact, we must," he responded. "Because that is why she is here. You have agreed to submit to what discipline I think is necessary for you, correct?" "Yes, sir, I have," she answered. "Have you any second thoughts about that?" "No, sir, I know I've been struggling lately, but you have been very good for me and I know I need the discipline." "Yes, I agree that you do," he said, nodding. He then turned to Eloise "Cora doesn't like it when I spank her, but she has agreed to it willingly and without any coercion. As I've told you, I don't think now is the time, especially before she has a major professional objective to meet, that her discipline be suspended even though I must be away for the next month." "From what you have told me, I agree," Eloise responded crisply. "I have much experience with men and women like her and I know just how to take them in hand and keep them focused." Silas nodded and turned back to Cora who had a look of surprise on her face, "So, Cora, I have contracted with Ms. Booth. She is going to be staying in our guest room while I am gone. She and I have discussed a program of discipline for you--and I want you to know that I have approved everything she is going to be doing. I have let her know what is off limits, what you respond to, and what some of our disciplinary rituals have been. She has also made several good suggestions. I expect you to obey her the way you would me. Am I understood?" Cora swallowed hard. Long ago, Silas had talked to her about getting someone else to discipline her when he couldn't. She had agreed to it, but didn't think it would ever happen. She certainly wasn't expecting it today, but he was also making it clear that now was not the time for her to argue. She slowly nodded, "Yes, sir, I understand. She...er, Ms. Booth is going to spank me while you are gone?" "Yes, Cora, and likely more often than I do. She will be following up on the tasks you have agreed to do, your painting goals, and making sure you file all the paperwork you are so fond of ignoring. She also has a list of things that I have asked her to work on with you. Things I fear I have been unable to get through to you about or have been inconsistent with. I know I am sometimes slack about letting you sleep in. Eloise will not be. Nor will the dishes rot in the sink for days on end." "I...yes, sir, I understand," Cora swallowed and turned to Eloise, "Ms. Booth, I...I will try not to be difficult with you." "That is of little matter, Cora," she responded "Whether you are difficult or easy, we will work together on your goals and you will make progress or you will regret it." "Yes, ma'am," she responded. "Very good," she said. She then turned to Silas. "You told me she gave you attitude tonight." "Yes," he answered, "and specifically persisted in whining and complaining after I'd asked her to stop several times. I made it clear she would be punished for that." "We have talked about how you spank her, but I should like to see a demonstration before I begin," Eloise said. "An excellent idea," Silas said. "Cora, come here." She stood up, hesitatingly, realizing that not only was she not going to be consulted on whether she thought it was a good idea, but that she wasn't going to be able to wiggle her way out of a sound spanking, not if Silas were giving a "demonstration" of how he spanked her. She walked over to him and put her hand out to him. Silas took her by the wrist and looked sternly into her eyes, "Cora, you know better than to behave how you behaved tonight. It was supposed to be a special night for us, our last date before I leave. Eloise wasn't planning to come over until tomorrow, but when you behaved so abominably tonight, I called her and asked if she would come tonight because your spanking couldn't wait." "Please, sir, I didn't mean to spoil our evening, I'm just going to miss you so much," she said. "And you know I will miss you, Cora. I don't want to leave you, but this trip is necessary and you've known about it for a long time. It should be a chance for you to get a lot of work done while I'm gone. But missing me is not an excuse to behave poorly." "I-I understand, sir." "Yes, I know you understand how you should behave, even when you don't do it. Do you understand what the consequences are?" Cora swallowed and nodded, "Yes, sir, you spank my bare bottom until it is red and sore." "Then let's get started, my girl," he said, pulling her over his lap and arranging her so her bottom was lifted in the air. He slid her nightshirt up, and patted her bare bottom a few times. He looked over at Cora, "I firmly believe that most spankings should be delivered on the bare bottom. There are a few times I deliver a quick spanking over whatever Cora is wearing, but mostly, I spank her bare bottom." Cora glanced over at Eloise and saw her nod and take a notebook out of her purse. However, her attention was quickly brought back to her predicament as Silas delivered two hard spanks, one to each cheek. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to lose her dignity in front of the woman Silas had brought into her home. For the moment, it seemed like the wiser course, even though had she thought about it, she'd have realized her stubbornness would prolong her spanking. Silas proceeded with little regard for her efforts at dignity. He simply began spanking, one cheek after the next, back and forth, moderately hard, enough to get her attention. Maybe, she thought, he'd spare her after all. Surely he wouldn't want to humiliate her further in front of a stranger, would he? "Cora, you know you earned this," he said, pausing for a moment. "It is your behavior and your choices that get you spanked." "I didn't choose for you to spank me!" Cora objected. Silas sighed and delivered a flurry of hard blows across both cheeks, focusing on the lower part of her globes where he knew she would be most vulnerable. He continued spanking until he got a yelp out of her and then answered, "Yes, Cora, you did choose this. You chose it when you continued to show a bad attitude even after I'd warned you. You chose it when you acted in a childish manner--not at all the fine woman that you are and can be. You know this is the consequence for bad behavior." He shifted her in his lap, locking his legs around hers and then reaching for her arm and pinning her by the wrist to her back. Cora groaned inwardly. She knew what this meant. On one hand, she was grateful he didn't expect her not to reach back on her own, on the other, she hated knowing he was about to ramp up his spanking. All hope of suffering silently through the spanking abandoned her as he began to spank again, hard spanks that covered her entire bottom and soon had it glowing a rosy red. She was now crying out apologies and promising she would turn her attitude around. He ignored her and continued to spank until she went limp, the fight gone from her. He paused, rubbed and then gave two more hard spanks. "Stand up, Cora," he said, helping her to her feet. She sniffed, reaching back to rub her sore bottom. "I..I'm sorry, sir. I know I shouldn't have behaved that way. I promise I'll not complain about you going away again." Silas nodded and pointed to the corner, "Go stand there, Cora. Hands on your head." Cora's head drooped, but she obeyed, moving to the corner, putting her nose in it and placing her hands on her head. "Thank you for that demonstration," Eloise said, making a few more notes in her notebook. "She was in need of it," Silas said. "It seemed a good time for you to come over." "You also said it was her job to keep up the dishes, yes?" "Yes, we split household duties, but hers is to do the dishes right after each meal." "I noticed that when I arrived, the sink was full of dishes. Has she been punished for that?" "Well, no," Silas said. "As I mentioned, I've been slack about that. It was my last weekend at home and I was hoping I wouldn't have to spend it disciplining her." "I see." Eloise said in a tone that communicated her disagreement. "Might I make a suggestion?" "Of course," Silas said. "Since you were unable to go without disciplining her, I would recommend that issue not be allowed to go unpunished either. I would also like to ask that you allow me to punish her for it--in front of you so that she understands fully that I have your approval to discipline her." "You mean tonight?" "Yes. Immediately. Although, I think she should spend at least 10 minutes in the corner reflecting on the spanking you gave her and anticipating the one she is about to get." Silas paused and then nodded, "Very well. I really have let it go too often and it's been two days since she's done the dishes." In the corner, Cora's eyes went wide and she bit down on her lip to keep herself from objecting. Ten minutes, she thought. I have ten minutes to decide whether I'm going to let this happen or whether I'm going to tell Silas that no, this is outside my boundaries. They were still talking, but Cora could no longer focus on their words. Yes, her bottom stung from the spanking, but it was quickly fading. If they were now making love, she would barely notice it, it would just be pushing her to greater heights. Instead, she found herself feeling more vulnerable than ever. She'd had other boyfriends spank her before, but what would it be like to get spanked by this woman in front of Silas? A spanking that was purely disciplinary in nature? Would it hurt less because she was a woman and older? She blushed again as she listened to Eloise and Silas discuss her behavior and the kind of spankings they thought she should get. Silas was right, she realized. She really shouldn't go a month without discipline. Once he left, she was sure to slough off even though she had a major show opening coming up. She'd already planned to ignore most of her chores, even though it would be hellish to get back in the habit before he got home. Maybe this would be a good thing. Certainly she often shrugged off the seriousness of a spanking knowing she would get sex afterward. That would not be the case with this disciplinarian. If it got beyond what she could bear, she could always call him and tell him that she couldn't do it anymore. But...yes, she realized, she needed to try this. She'd barely come to that conclusion when she heard Eloise call her over. She turned and went to stand before the severe-looking woman, casting her eyes on the floor. "Look at me, Cora," she said. Cora raised her eyes, "Yes, Ms. Booth." "I want you to go down the hallway to the bathroom and fetch the maple hairbrush that Silas tells me he uses to spank you upon occasion. You are going to become much more familiar with it in the next few weeks. Now go." Cora quickly moved down the hallway without another word, even though she wanted to argue. She hated the hairbrush almost as much as she did getting Silas' belt. The belt hurt more, but a hairbrush spanking always lasted longer and the soreness lingered far more than the belt. She picked it up, pausing as she hefted it in her hand, lightly tapping it against her other hand as a reminder of what it felt like. She glanced up at the mirror, seeing her tear-stained face reflected in it. She shook her head, the time for all these reflections were over. Her decision was made, she was going to stick with it. She walked back out to the living room and stood before Ms. Booth. With a little more confidence in her voice she said, "I have been slacking in my duties and taking advantage of Silas' good nature. We agreed I needed discipline and I want to thank you now for giving it to me because I'm pretty sure in a few moments, I'm not going to feel like thanking you." Eloise gave a slight smile and nodded. Holding out her hand for the brush, she said, "Very well. This will be much more successful with your cooperation. Now, over my knee." Cora handed her the brush, noted the hand her disciplinarian took it in and then lay across her lap so that her dominant hand would have easy access to its target. She glanced over at Silas and the two of them made eye contact, holding it while Eloise tapped on the younger woman's bottom. "I want you to pay attention, Cora," she said. "Any time you leave the dishes in the sink for longer than 20 minutes after a meal is finished, you will be over my knee in the kitchen, your bottom bared, getting soundly spanked with either this hairbrush, my small paddle, or a wooden spoon--whatever is most convenient. You will then immediately do the dishes and when they are complete, you will go back over my knees for a hand spanking that will last however long it took you to complete the dishes in a satisfactory manner. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am," Cora said, her eyes going wide with concern, reinforced by the solemn nod that Silas gave. "I'll make sure I get the dishes done." Eloise pushed her night shirt up her back, making sure her bottom was once again bare and then brought the brush down on Cora's cheek with a sharp smack and said, "Yes, you will. I am sure it will not be a continued problem for long." Without further scolding, Eloise began to spank. Cora was soon gasping and squirming over her lap. While Silas was sometimes distracted by the warmth of her body or her wiggling at him, Eloise clearly was not. There was no rubbing, no pausing to caress her bottom. Instead, she brought the brush down steadily, spanking several times on one cheek and then moving to the other. "Please, ma'am," Cora finally cried out, "Please, I'm sorry, please stop." Eloise's only answer was to pick up the pace, spanking harder and faster, covering Cora's entire bottom. Cora pounded on the couch's cushions in front of her, her legs pumping frantically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no more, please!" Cora begged. Eloise stopped for a moment, shifting Cora in her lap and locking her legs with her own. She tapped the brush on Cora's now rosy bottom. "Yes, Cora, I'm sure you are sorry," she said. "But I am not done yet. You do not get to say when your spanking ends or how much you can take. I will decide that--your behavior will decide that. For one meal? Yes, your spanking might be done now. But you have two days worth of dishes piled up in the sink. You were purposely taking advantage. You're going to think twice about ever doing that again." With that, Eloise began to spank again, slower now, but harder, moving from cheek to cheek and up and down, paying close attention to her sensitive sit spots. Soon, Cora had tears running down her face as she promised to do better. Eloise paused for a moment, tapping the brush on Cora's thigh. "All right, Cora. We're almost done. Ten more and with each stroke you will promise to get the dishes done on time. If you do not promise in a timely or clear manner, I'll simply add smacks until you do." Eloise lifted the brush and brought it down hard on Cora's right cheek. Cora cried out in alarm, desperately trying to push her bottom down into Eloise's thigh and away from the brush. Just as she started to remember to speak up, the brush landed again and Cora realized she'd just earned an extra. "I promise I will do the dishes after each meal," she cried out, barely finishing before the hair brush cracked down again. Eloise continued to spank in a steady pace and Cora received several extra smacks before she quickly began to make her promises, one right after the other until she'd gotten it out ten times and Eloise finally stopped her barrage. Eloise unlocked her leg and helped Cora to her feet, the younger woman still shaking and distraught. There was silence in the room for a few minutes while Cora composed herself and then Silas spoke up. "I hope, my love, that it won't take too many of those before you learn...and that by the time I get home, it is no longer a problem," he said, his voice gentler than it was before. "Y-yes, sir, I promise I will do better." "Yes, so I have heard," Silas said. "On Monday, after I have left, Eloise will go over with you what you can expect while I am gone. There is something I am going to demand from you. After each of your spankings, you will sit on a hard chair in front of the desktop computer and send me an email detailing your punishment and why you received it...with the exception of any bedtime spankings you receive. Those can wait until the next morning. I will be keeping track of how many times you give Eloise cause to spank you and we will discuss it when I get home. Am I understood?" Cora's hands went back to rub her now very sore bottom, "I...yes, sir, I understand very clearly." Silas nodded, "Now, why don't you go do the dishes while Eloise and I finish a few things up. Just for this time, you won't get spanked after finishing them." Cora nodded, resisting the urge to run into Silas' arms for a comforting hug. Instead, she turned to Eloise and swallowing hard said, "I will see you Monday, ma'am. Th-thank you for your attention and I will work hard at keeping my promises." "Yes, Cora. You can expect me at 9 a.m. Please be dressed and ready for me." Cora nodded and went to the kitchen to attack the dirty dishes that had piled up. As she washed, she once again found tears trailing down her eyes. Yes, she needed the spankings and the discipline. They frightened her a little, but they were going to be good for her. She still, though, didn't want Silas to leave and didn't know how she would do without him for a month. She was just drying and putting away the last of the dishes when Silas came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck and pressing his body against hers. Turning, she brought her lips to his and her somewhat tentative kiss was greeted with a passionate one by him. She turned in his arms and returned his kiss, her lips parting and her tongue eagerly seeking his out. Finally they parted and he took her face in his hands, "Cora, my love, I know tonight was hard for you, but I hope you know I'm doing all this because I love and care for you and want what is best for you." "Oh, sir, I'm sorry I ruined our date night together. I'm going to try hard not to complain anymore--I'm just going to miss you so very much and I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Silas kissed her gently again and then took her by the hand and led her back to the living room. "You're braver than you give yourself credit for. You'll be busy and you'll do just fine without me. We'll keep in touch and when I get home, I'll take a long weekend off to be with you." "I would like that, Silas," she responded softly. "And for now, let's let the rest of our night be memorable to get us through the time apart," Silas said, taking her to the arm of the couch and bending her over it. He pulled her nightshirt off and began caressing her, first tenderly rubbing her still throbbing, red ass and then moving up her back and around to cup her breasts. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted you so badly tonight. It was hard to commit to your discipline when all I wanted to do was bend you over like this and fuck you hard." "Oh, sir," Cora responded breathlessly, "I am yours, in every way." Silas stood up, stripping and letting his clothes fall to the floor as he eagerly spread her legs, one hand on each thigh. He squeezed and then leaned down to kiss each of her flaming ass cheeks. She moaned and he stood again, pressing his hard and eager cock against her warm, wet sex. He smiled at how eager she was for him, how ready her body was. He rubbed against her sex and then, with a strong, deep thrust, entered her. Cora cried out in delight, her senses afire as he pulled back and then thrust in again...then again, taking her hard and without hesitation. He rode her hard, hungrily, fucking her with abandon and then, slowly, catching his breath and easing into a steady, strong rhythm. She pressed back against him, flexing the walls of her sex around him, squeezing with a moan. He continued to stroke her with his hard shaft, their bodies in sync. He then reached down, placing a hand on her lower back, his thumb pressing between her cheeks, "You please me so much, my love. Your ass has taken so much punishment tonight, yet you still offer it to me." Cora shivered, every cell coming alive as his thumb pressed against me, While each stroke of his cock was sending her higher, it was his words that made her heart pound, "Oh, sir," she said. "My ass is yours--sometimes to punish, but always for your pleasure, always ready to feed your hunger." He circled her anus with his thumb, massaging, pressing as he kept a steady rhythm, stroking his hard cock deep inside her. He pressed more, his thumb forcing her open, the tip just inside as he circled and massaged, "Yes, my Cora, you are all mine, for whatever I need, and you feel so good, I need it all." Cora's breath came fast and short as he opened her. She tried to speak, but instead, let out a long, low moan. Silas joined her in a moan as he thrust his thumb inside her, deep into her ass at the same time thrusting hard, riding her with wild passion as he pushed her against the arm of the couch, fast and hard. Feeling wave after wave of sensation roll over her, Cora knew every spank she'd taken earlier had primed her for this moment. Her sex quivered around him, her ass squeezing around his thumb and she knew any moment she would be lost in that primal bliss that came from the merging of their bodies. Silas groaned, sensing the energy in her, thrusting deep and ravishing her with his passion. He kept his thumb tight in her twitching ass, wild pleasure filling his body. He leaned down and growled in her ear, "Oh my girl, let go, cum for me, I want you to." He'd barely finished speaking and she began to soar, launched into a flight of passion, of hunger and need. Trying to speak, her words were cut off in a cry as her body quaked hard, intensely. She squeezed her ass, her thighs, the walls of her sex, absorbing him, memorizing him with every quake and every shiver. Silas gave into her wild energy, responding to it with a passion of his own, surging deep inside and exploding into ecstasy, pumping, thrusting, moaning as each spasm filled her. Cora felt his heat shoot up through her and she again cried out in wordless pleasure, quaking. Together, they soared in ecstasy, lost in the wonderful sensations and release, waves of pleasure rolling over them. Silas eased his thumb out of her and held her hips, riding her with primal lust as his body was drained. Slowly, they relaxed and his tight grip eased into caresses, sliding over her body, moaning with pleasure. She closed her eyes as he pressed in, holding them together, savoring the moment and all of its sensations. He whispered to her, "Think of this, my girl, when you get lonely, think of this and how we shall do it again and again when I get home." He pulled out and then helped her to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace. He then smiled and scooped her up in his arms, "Or, perhaps how we shall do it again in the morning. Come, my girl...we have a bed awaiting us." She wrapped her arms around him as he carried her up the stairs, her heart finally at rest. Their passion wasn't going to cool while he was gone and maybe, just maybe, she'd get a lot done in his absence. For the rest of the evening, she even forgot that she'd be getting plenty of motivation while he was gone to do just that.