Lessons Of Love

Keagen

& DSH Productions

She looked around the room one last time, absorbing each detail. Black, straightback chair in the middle of the room, check. Jeans folded neatly on the bed, check. Hearing his footsteps in the hall, she quickly hurried to the corner, HER corner, and stood, waiting. She heard the creak as the door began to open, and silent tears began to slowly roll from her eyes as her blood turned to ice. She saw his shadow on the wall as he settled his bulk on the bed. The soft groaning creak of the boxspring met her ears as his low voice began to rumble. “Leia, listen to me. I’m not going to lecture long, because, honestly, there’s really not all that much to say. You scared me, worse than I’ve ever been scared in my life. I love you, Leia, and I don’t want anything to EVER happen to you.” Her tears began flowing a little more freely as his words struck a cord deep inside. Her guilt bubbled and swelled, and she felt as low as low could be. “Not only did you scare me, but you directly defied me on several counts. You were out far past curfew, with people I had forbidden you from seeing, and you put yourself in an unsafe situation. What is one of my biggest rules, Leia?” Her stomach sinking, an image of a phone swam to the forefront of her mind. Softly, she whispered, “Always be able to be contacted, or let someone know where I am, sir.” He nodded as he stood. He walked over to the corner, put his hands on her shoulders, and spun her around. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he said, “Leia, I am so incredibly happy that you are safe. . . . and alive. When I received the call. . . . “ His voice choked up. He paused in order to allow his voice to stabilize. “When I received the call, my world shattered. Then, I heard your voice." He paused again, then picked up. "I heard your voice in the background. My emotions went from elated, to worried, to angry, to scared, to enraged. I felt so helpless when I pictured you laying there. . . .” His voice trailed off as he revisited the memory. It only made him that much more determined. . . . . She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. She was standing on tip-toes, nearly unable to reach the floor, and he wrapped her in a bear hug. Softly, through the tears, she whispered, “I am so sorry, sir. I really am.” Pulling her in closer, he said, “I know you are, baby girl. I know. However, I have to ensure that this NEVER happens again. I love too much to EVER come this close to losing you. I’m going to make sure you remember this, remember how scared I was, and that you ALWAYS remember how much I love you." He pulled away from her embrace, and he stepped back. Her arms dropped to her side, and he tilted her head up so that her eyes met his. His heart melted when he saw the remorse and pain in her eyes, and saw the tears gently falling. However, he had a job to do. . . . . he had promised to keep her safe, and he took his promise seriously. He would give his life for this child, and he’d be DAMNED if he lost her. In his eyes, she saw nothing but love, concern, and caring. Well, that’s not true. . . . . she also saw the steely determination she was so familiar with. Her heart sped up as she saw the determination slowly take over. He pulled her close for one final embrace and whispered, “Loosing you just can't be an option. I can't lose you, especially not to impulsive and reckless behavior.”. He dropped his hands, walked over to the chair, and stood there. Tears were gathering in the backs of his eyes as he softly repeated, "I just can't." He looked at the chair, and slowly turned around and sat down. Leia was in the same spot, staring at the ground as her tears slowly dripped down. His voice took on a new note. “Leia, come here.”

Her mind floated through some of the events of the past 36 hours as she trudged over. . . . . . the party . . . . . the crash. . . . . the hospital. . . . . the relief, then the dread of seeing him. . . . . Finally, after what felt like a death march, she found herself standing directly in front of him. Standing there, she was able to look directly into his eyes. She saw that there was nothing left but the determination, coated in tenderness. Her mind starting swimming again as she quickly reviewed everything she was standing here for. . . . . . . the sneaking out. . . . . .the party. . . .. . the friends. . . . . . the alcohol. . . . . . the drinking. . . . .. the driving. . . . . not being able to be contacted. . . . . . deliberately choosing directly defy him. . . . . . scaring him. . . . .. . . Her life literally flashed before her eyes as her hands unconsciously went to her bottom. She thought back to the last time she had been spanked. . . . . . . the quick otk handspanking had been enough to convince her that her attitude was worth changing. That was 7 weeks ago. His voice jerked her out of her reflection. “Leia, over.” His voice left no room for argument, or for second thought. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went to his right side. Easing down until her hips were over his right thigh, she leaned forward and placed both hands flat on the floor. Her legs stretched out straight behind her, and she had her toes curled into the carpet. Her tears had stopped, for now. He rested his large hand on her bottom, and asked her one question, “Do you understand why you’re here?” The tears started up again as she nodded, and tensed up. A gentle pop on the bottom caused a reflexive yelp, and a “yes, sir!”.

“Leia, you know the rules. When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response. I know it’s been awhile since you’ve been in this position, but surely you haven’t forgotten.” A soft whimper escaped her lips as she whispered, “No, sir”, then tensed for the volley she knew was coming. He slightly adjusted her position, then laid 5 extremely sharp smacks on each of her upper thighs. She jerked and yelped with each searing swat. He rested his hand on her bottom again as he asked, “I trust you’ll remember how to answer me the rest of the day, Leia?”

“Yes, sir,” she softly forced out. The preliminaries out of the way, he wrapped his left arm around her waist, and tucked her close to his body. Her eyes closed, and she tensed her entire body as she heard, felt, and imagined his right hand raising. . . .

Tension holding, she heard (or imagined she heard) the woosh of his hand through the air. . . . . . and come through the air it did, only to land softly, bringing no pain, no yelps, no renewed tears. Her body jerked, reflexively, then relaxed. “Leia, this first set to ingrain upon you how much you mean, and how much I love you. Don’t ever forget it.” She immediately tensed, and took a deep breath in. She let it out with a yelp. With that, his hand began to raise and fall with vigor, quickly reducing Leia to a sobbing, squirming mess over his knee. She lost track of the number of swats as the sting began to build, and then, surpassed sting into a steady burn. All of these spanks were concentrated on her sitspot, and he was spanking cheek to cheek. She started to struggle. .. . . . . . started, amongst the tears, to try to put her hands in the way, to put her feet in the way. . . . to hinder him in any way. Suddenly, he swung her legs off onto the floor, and trapped them with his right leg. She let out a moan, and fought the leg-lock in earnest. She HATED being pinned. . . . . it brought feelings of helplessness, and complete loss of control. 10 extremely sharp smacks were laid across her thighs, and her cries went up an octave. She hurriedly returned her hands to the floor, and fought to relax over his knee. “Leia, you will not fight me. You can, but you’ll lose. You’re only making this harder on yourself. If your hands come back again, I’ll pin you completely. Keep them on the floor.” Leia’s tears continued steadily falling. . . . .. she was determined to take what she had coming, but the pain was incomprehensible. Her stomach hit the floor as she realized he had barely started. His swats started falling again, extremely hard, heavy, and slow. Each brought a yelp of pain intermingled with sobs. She gave one final burst of energy, one final shot at freedom. . . . . . . and the machine gun fast volley of swats across her upper thighs took her fight. She went limp over his knee, sobbing her pain and sorrow out to the world. He continued delivering the hard, steady spanks until all tension left her body. As her bawling continued, he pulled her up, and sat her in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and continued to cry. He allowed her to stay for a couple of minutes, until he heart the cries lessening in intensity, and then, he carried her over to the corner, sat her down, and gave her the hardest swat yet, right in the middle of her bottom. “Leia, think about how much I love you, and how scared I was when I thought I’d lost you.” He then went back over and sat down . . . . . . thinking about his wayword child, and what he was to do with her. Defiance. . . .. . . unsafe situations. . . . . . . . drinking. . . . . . . the party. . . . . . sneaking out. . . . . . He shook his head, and his heart nearly broke with the thought of what he had to do. He was still hearing the solid crying coming from the corner, and his love for her bubbled up again. She was leaning against the wall, face against the cool paint, with tears streaming down her face. He sighed as he called her back over. . . .

She turned and shuffled over to him. He pulled her over his knee, and pulled her panties down. He noted that the bottom that had been flaming red when he’d sent her to corner had settled into a pink tinge. He put her back on her feet, pulled her in front of him, and said, “Panties off”. She looked at him, tears falling quicker, and opened her mouth. She found herself staring at the carpet, no idea how it happened, yelping, as his hand crashed into her bottom several times, hard. He stood her back up. Firmly, he said, “Leia, panties off.” She gazed at him, pleading with her eyes. He met her gaze, and she slowly reached for the panties that were banded around her upper thighs. “Please,” she whimpered. He sighed as he yanked her across his knee again. After a hell fire hard set across the center of each cheek, Leia was sobbing, head buried in her hands. “Leia, are you ready to obey?” She fought for the breath to answer as he laid his hand on her bottom. She frantically threw her hand behind her as she hiccuped out, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He laid one last hard swat in the center of her bottom. Leia yelped as she was pulled to her feet again. Her once pink bottom was now bright red again, and very much aflame. She stepped out of her panties, and folded them. She laid them on top of her jeans as her hiccuping sobs continued. She came back over to stand in front of him. “Leia, you know better than to defy me, or to question an order. And that, babe, is where we’re going to start. This entire episode started with defiance. Did it not?” Leia nodded. He sighed, and reached for her wrist. She stepped back hastily, pleading in her tone, as she quickly corrected her mistake. “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He pulled her back close, turned her over his knee, and waited. Her muted sobs turned to steady crying. “Leia, we’re going to finish this conversation with you in this position, since you seem to think better here. Now, did I not make it clear earlier that I expect verbal responses?” A quick 20 swats later, Leia was blubbering, and assuring him that it wouldn’t happen again. “Now, let’s try this again. Did this episode not start with defiance?” Her response was clear through the tears. “Yes, sir.” He rested his hand on her bottom, a bottom that was already extremely warm to the touch. “Leia, I will never tell you something solely for the sake of doing it. I always think of you, your future, and your well-being when I make a decision. I have made it clear that I don’t approve of this particular group of friends, and that I didn’t want you with them. They’re welcome to come here, but I didn’t want you with them. I ESPECIALLY didn’t want you with them at a party. Leia, what were you thinking?” Her thoughts froze. What HAD she been thinking????? A million things ran through her mind, all of them brought to a halt by a sharp slap to the center of her bottom. A loud yelp, and a “I don’t know, sir!” escaped her mouth. “That’s not acceptable, Leia. That is NOT acceptable. You were thinking something, and you’ve got 60 seconds to tell me what it was.”

“Sir. . . . . . I thought. . . . . . I thought that since. . . . . . .” Leia sighed, and took a deep breath. “I thought that since you were out of town, you wouldn’t find out, and this would be the perfect time to do this. The perfect time to go to the biggest party of the year. . . . . . the perfect time to not seem like a baby, or a wuss. . . . . . The perfect time to look like a grown-up. . . . . . one of the bunch.”

“Leia, you’re turned over my knee. . .. . . . do you feel like a grown-up?” At this, the gentle flow of tears started again.

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“So, Leia, we’re starting with your mindset. The frame of mind that said, “I knew exactly what was expected of me, and I’m going to go around it. I’m going to ignore the nagging little voice, and go on with what *I* want to do. I’m going to DELIBERATELY DISOBEY.” With each of those syllables, a heavy spank landed in the center of her bottom. She wriggled, and gave a solid yelp with each resounding smack. “We’re starting with your choice to undermine my trust, and to choose to give in to peer pressure.” His words out of the way, he adjusted her position so her bottom was high over his left thigh, and her legs stretched out behind her, feet off the floor. Her head draped towards the floor, and she felt like a helpless child. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and her entire body tensed. That was the signal. . . . . . that was it. What happened next. . . . . . . she was NOT expecting. His hand rose and fell machine gun fast. . . . . . but right above her knees. She screamed, and twisted to get away. Her strength was no match for his, however, and she couldn’t move. She pulled her feet up, determined to block his hand. He started to furiously spank the outsides of her thighs the second her feet came up. “Put ‘em down, Leia.” She screamed again as the pain washed over her body. He returned to his low target. . . . . .. Back and forth, back and forth, he worked his way up her thighs. 5 rapid fire smacks in each spot, ensuring that the edge overlapped the previous area, and he went thigh to thigh. He worked his way up to the crease of her bottom, and then, he started back down. Her blubbering pleas began. “Please. . . . . . please. . . . . . Sir. . . . . please. . . . .” Her words were barely intelligible through the sobs. He renewed his spanking with a vigor, until his hand returned to the tops of her knees. Her body heaving, she pulled her feet up, and grabbed them. Her hands and feet were interlocked over her bottom, and she was sobbing too hard to talk. “Leia, DOWN.” He started laying heavy swats along the sides of her upper legs, bringing about shrieks of consternation. Her hands and feet flew apart as if they were on fire, and she returned to her previous position. He tipped her further forward, and trapped her legs between his own. She was now jackknifed over his left thigh, delicate sitspot, and bottom crease, fully exposed. She laid her forearms flat on the floor, put her head on her hands, and continued sobbing. He gave her no time to recover, for he immediately, and with considerable force, began to lay heavy blows to her sitspot. He paid special attention to the crease between her bottom and thigh. Her cries went up an octave as the fire built, and built, and built. She lost track of time as she began to think that it was never going to end. The spanks came heavy, hard, and fast, and with no break. For a good minute, he laid the rapid fire blows on the same two spots, listening as the cries got louder and louder. Her wailing, keening cries were shattered by the occasional screaming sob. Her self-control broke, and she started to fight to get off his lap. Her panicked need to get away overrode her desire to obey, to submit. .. . . . Gasping for breath, she began to try to twist, and put her hands in the way. She wrestled to kick his legs off hers, unsuccessfully. He put his hand on her shoulders, and pushed her back down. He adjusted her so that the underside of her bottom was even more exposed, and he said, “Leia, give me your hands.” She began sobbing harder, as impossible as that seemed, and shook her head. A bone jarring swat later, she slowly folded both hands behind her back. He gripped them both in an iron grasp, and began applying extremely hard and slow swats to each sit spot. SWAT. . . . . . . a yelp amongst the sobs. . . . . . steady sobbing. . . . . SWAT. . . . . and so it continued, for 50 spanks. 25, each, side. She didn’t think the pain could build any more. . . . . . . . that there was no possible way the fire could increase. At this point, her entire existence revolved around pain. . . . . . . her bottom and legs hurt so badly that she didn’t know WHAT hurt. . . . . . . She didn’t even realize when she was rolled to her feet, and wrapped in his arms. She automatically buried his head in his shoulder, and continued sobbing. After several minutes, her awareness began to improve, and the sobs began to slow. He squeezed her tightly one last time, carried her over to the corner, gave her bottom a firm smack, and sat her down. “Think about how much I love you, Leia, and whether the choice to openly defy me was worth it.” She buried her head in the corner as a small trickle of tears continued to fall. The coolness of the wall was welcome. Her hands unconsciously went to her bottom as she tried to track his movements around the room. He walked out into the hallway, and her heartrate skyrocketed off the charts. What was he doing??? What was he after??? Where was he GOING?!?!!? She SO badly wanted to peek, but knew that he could be incredibly silent when he wanted to be. . . . . . he could be anywhere. He walked back into the room, and sat back down on the chair. He looked at the object in his hands, and he took a deep breath. He sat there as he watched her slowly regain composure. He sat the object down, under the chair. Her sobs had stopped, and her body and ceased shaking. He steeled himself for what was to come, and opened his mouth. “Leia, come here, baby girl.”

She immediately turned and slowly walked towards him, dried tears fresh on her face. She stood in front of him, looking at the ground, hands clasped to her red bottom. Her mind swam with the thought of going back over his knee, and she unconsciously took a step back. He took her wrist and gently pulled her close to him, placing her in his lap. “Leia, we’re almost finished. We’re going to handle the drinking, and the riding with someone who was drinking, as one thing. Then, we’ll deal with your inability to be contacted.” He sighed. “Leia, do you understand why I always want you to have a working phone with you, within reach?” She immediately parroted it back. “Because I am a college student and can never truly know the people I’m with, and therefore must always be able to contact someone in case I’m in a situation or place that makes me uncomfortable.” He lightly slapped the side of her thigh. “I’m glad you’ve been listening to me. Now, try again. . . . . . . with your own words.” She sat and thought. “I need to always have an escape, and out. I always need to be able to reach you, or someone else, at all times.” He nodded, gave her a gentle hug, and at the same moment, flipped her over his knee. She yelped as she caught herself with her hands hitting the floor, and she felt his iron arm bring her close to his body, once again. Her heart sank as she saw what was beneath the chair, and tears started to well up. She felt his hand resting on her bottom. “Leia, you have absolutely been forbidden to drink. However, I have ALWAYS told you. . . . . . . if you give into that kind of situation, call me, anytime, day or night, and I will come pick you up. However, you chose to directly go against yet another cardinal rule, one that has been in long standing. . . . . .. DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE, AND DON’T EVER RIDE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS HAD EVEN ONE DRINK!” With each word, a heavy swat landed on her sore bottom, igniting the fire that was already there. She began squirming and pleading. “Please, sir. . . . . .. . I promise, it will NEVER happen again.” He sighed as he tried to ignore the heavy ache in his chest. He wanted so badly to pull her into his arms, to tell her it was over, to let her know. . . .. .it was all ok. “Leia, you’re right. It won’t. I’m going to ensure that every time the thought of alcohol, or an easy ride comes to mind, you remember this. Hand me that hairbrush, please.” She started sobbing as she began pleading, yet again. “Sir, I promise. . . . .. . . it will never hap. . . . . .” Her words broke off into shrieks of pain as his hand connected with the backs of her thighs in rapid succession. “The brush, Leia.” She sniffled as she reached under the chair, and handed it up to him. He took it, and pinned her right hand to the small of her back. He placed his right leg over hers, and her crying began in earnest. “Leia, I do not EVER want to go through the fear of having thought I lost you. I don’t EVER want you to gamble with your life like that again. This will be the last, and final time, we have this discussion. Do you understand me?” Crying in earnest, Leia answered. “Yes, sir.” He took a firmer grasp on her right wrist, and began to lay heavy blows to the center of each cheek with the thick oak-backed brush. Her screams started almost immediately. After 25 to each side, he tipped her further forward, and repeated the process to the crease between bottom and thigh. Her screams had reached a steady wail, were loud, and piercing. He gave no pause, but continued with vigor. She HAD to remember this. . . . . . . she just had to! The pain in her bottom and thighs wouldn’t BEGIN to match the pain of his loss if she did something so stupid again. . . . . . . His hand paused for a second, and he gave her a chance to catch her breath enough to answer the question, “Leia, will you EVER put your life, and the lives of others, at risk like this again?” Through her sobs, she managed to force out a, “No, sir!” “Good, baby girl. Good.” With that, he laid 6 heavy, hard blows to the top of each thigh. She jackknifed over his knee, crying harder than she ever remembered crying in her life. He rolled her to her feet, guided her to the bed, and bent her over it. Her sobs hadn’t lessened in intensity, nor was she quite aware of her surroundings. He pulled his belt off, put his hand in the center of her back, and asked, “Leia, what must you ALWAYS be able to do?” She tried to answer through the sobs, but just couldn’t. . . . .not yet. Finally, she pushed a “contact you, sir” out, and kept crying. He reared back with the belt, and gave her 12 hard strokes. . . . . . . he started at the top of her bottom, and worked his way straight down her thighs, to the tops of her knees. The stripes blended into her extremely punished, burning, purplish bottom. He laid down on the bed, and pulled her over to him. “Shhhh, baby, I’ve got you. .. . . . . . . we’re finished.” She curled up in a ball, her back to his chest, and he wrapped his long, strong arms around her. His heart continued to break as he felt her shaking, sobbing body in his arms. . . . . .but he knew that he’d had to do it. He’d promises to protect her, and that included from herself. Sometimes, the lessons of love are the hardest to teach. . . .. .

True strength is found when one hangs on far longer than one has any right to, especially when the rest of the world would understand if one gave up.

Keagen

(keagensspankingmemoir.blogspot.com)

DSH Productions