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Accidental Apprentice

   

 

 

"Would you like to explain how this happened?" Jennifer demanded

irritably, waving a thin slip of paper in her husband's face.

 

Danny looked down fearfully at Jennifer's feet, one of which was tapping

slowly, like an angry cat's tail. He risked a glance at Jenny's friend

Megan, who was standing nearby in the doorway to the kitchen, a look of

wonderment and excitement on her face. She had never seen a woman so

completely intimidate a man, especially a larger man, with so few words.

Danny stalled for time, hoping the moment would pass, trying to avoid

what he knew was coming. Without warning, a stinging slap brought his

head up, as Jennifer's right hand smartly contacted his left cheek.

 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" she ordered him, her normally cool

blue eyes now frosty with anger.

 

The red mark left by her fingers disappeared almost instantly as her

surprised and humiliated spouse flushed full red, the color rising to

his cheeks and ears. Megan watched with growing interest and not a

little awe as Jennifer backed her man up, the larger Danny retreating

before his wife's advance. It was similar to a lioness backing down her

mate, the pretty redhead thought, a little smile coloring her face.

Danny was now sputtering like a wet candle, glancing quickly from his

beautiful Jenny, now thoroughly mad, to Megan, looking for solace where

there was none to be found.

 

"Uh - um, I, er, wait a minute, Jen. I meant to take care of it,

honest!" he babbled, watching Jennifer's right hand for signs of

movement.

 

Megan saw Jenny's eyes narrow as she venomously confronted the shocked

and embarrassed Danny;

 

"This is a summons to appear in court, you idiot! I got stopped and

nearly arrested for driving an unregistered and un-inspected vehicle!

You promised me you'd take care of this last week!"

 

Fuming, she regarded her still sputtering man, adding,

 

"Megan and I had to do some slick talking to the police, and believe me,

mister, we're going to make you pay for our inconvenience."

 

Danny's face went gray, his breathing shallow and rapid as he stood

silently waiting for Jennifer to drop the bomb. He fidgeted nervously,

knowing what was going to happen to him, but powerless to do anything

about it. Jennifer was on the warpath, and he was right in the way.

 

She leaned back a bit, folding her arms across her chest, the red-

painted tips of her slim, tapered fingers drumming on her sweater

sleeves, showing her annoyance.

 

"Well?" she demanded, "I'm waiting for your lame excuse. Or would you

rather get spanked without even trying to explain yourself?"

 

The poor man nearly collapsed. Mortified beyond belief, he looked at

first Jennifer and then her friend with a beseeching glance, blushing

even more deeply at the broad grin on Megan's face.

 

"Spanked?" Megan thought to herself, wanting to laugh out loud.

"Jennifer spanks him?"  her mind continued the thread, "Oh, wow. This

I've got to see; and what had she said about both of them making him

pay?" It was becoming more interesting by the moment. She turned her

attention back to the hapless Danny, who was still struggling.

 

Fumbling for words, he finally managed to stutter,

 

"I - I forgot, hon." He pleaded, not wanting to look at her, but afraid

to take his eyes away, lest her palm bring them back by force. Rubbing

his left cheek in recollection, he continued,

 

"I'm sorry, really, I just...." the words trailed off as he saw his

wife's face darken.

 

At five-seven to his five-nine, Jennifer was on an even plane with him

in her high heels. This put them eyeball to eyeball, and Danny didn't

like what he saw. The beautiful ash-blonde woman before him was

intimidating enough as it was, with a stunning figure and classically

pretty face. From full, firm breasts right down to a trim waist,

sensational hips and well-turned legs, she was a knockout; Danny would

do anything for her, including submit to whatever form of discipline she

decreed. In most cases, that meant spanking, and not the little-boy,

mommy's hand behind the glove counter paddling; but long, hard, over-

the-knee bottom warmings that left no doubt in his mind who was in

charge.

 

Now, Megan's eyes had taken on an excited luster as she watched the

scene play itself out. Jennifer had Danny pinned under her gaze, making

him sweat just a while more before lowering the boom.

 

"You forgot." She said flatly, "I see."

 

Her tone was sarcastic, making her ill-fated husband, now looking more

like a naughty teen-ager, cringe with every word. With a sickly look, he

managed a sheepish grin, hoping for forgiveness.

 

"Stee-rike!" Megan thought silently, thinking she could almost see steam

coming out of Jenny's ears.

 

"Well, Danny boy, I guess we'll just have to give you something to help

you remember from now on, won't we?" Jenny said tersely, "and as for

being sorry, I promise you you're going to be much, much sorrier before

we're done with you.

 

Megan's pulse jumped as an adrenaline surge hit her. "There was that

`we' again! Jennifer was including her in Danny's punishment!" her mind

raged.

 

Taking her thoroughly subdued husband by the arm, Jennifer led him over

to the couch, sitting down and looking up at her now trembling man.

Megan's breath quickened, and other physical reactions began to take

place as she watched raptly.

 

"Take those jeans down, young man." Jennifer ordered him, smoothing out

her navy blue mini-skirt, which had ridden up to mid-thigh.

 

"Please, Jen." He pleaded, not daring to look at Megan, "Please don't;

not here, not now." His heart was pounding in his ears as Jennifer

looked up at him, totally implacable.

 

"Now, little man," She affirmed, "and right now, or I'll make you regret

it, and the next time you talk back to me, I'll really give you

something to be sorry for!"

 

Realizing she was not kidding, Danny dropped his jeans around his feet,

standing there blushing even harder. Jennifer wasn't done with him,

however. With a wickedly evil tone, she commanded,

 

"Now your underpants, and take them all the way down to your ankles."

 

Turning beet red, Danny obeyed, and as the moon shot took place, Megan

heard him give a suppressed groan of embarrassment and frustration. She

smiled at the ludicrous sight of him baring his cute buns to be spanked,

and considered how she would feel having her own husband Ted in the same

situation. Her smile broadened.

 

As Danny finished taking down the last bastion of modesty, Jennifer

grasped him firmly by the left ear, pulling him down towards her lap. As

he began to go across her knees, she scolded him.

 

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, having to be put over my knee like

a naughty little boy, in front of Megan."

 

She let that hang in the air for a moment, and then added,

 

"You're going to be even more ashamed when you go over her knee, after

I've finished with you."

 

Danny gave out with another groan, wanting to protest, but knowing

better than to try. Now fully across his wife's lap, he partially

supported himself with both hands, waiting for the first spank to fall.

With a surreptitious wink at her friend, Jennifer slapped her husband's

bare bottom, hard. Megan couldn't help but be surprised by the sharp

sound of it, which was quickly followed by another, and another, the

slaps coming hard and fast. Danny's bottom clenched and squirmed as

Jennifer's firm hand spanked away, and before long the color of his

bottom was trying to rival the pretty woman's painted nails. An

occasional grunt or gasp was heard as Danny tried to be stoic in the

presence of a stranger.

 

For the next several minutes, Jennifer focused her complete attention on

stinging her errant husband's bare bottom, scolding him as she spanked,

her words punctuated by the crisp smacking sounds of her palm doing its

work.

 

"You forgot, did you?" she snarled, adding a few spanks, "Well maybe I

should improve your memory more often, little man, right over my knee

like this!"

 

Spank after smarting spank fell mercilessly on Danny's behind, making

him squirm and twitch, eventually prompting a series of thin yelps as

his wife's hand smacked a particularly tender area several times in

succession. Megan was nearly breathless when her friend finished, her

smile replaced by a look of respect for the determined blonde who had so

thoroughly punished her completely intimidated spouse.

 

Grasping Danny's ear, Jennifer had him stand, warning him,

 

"You rub that naughty bottom, mister, and you'll go right back over my

knee! Now go stand in the corner, like the bad little boy you are, while

Megan and I discuss the rest of your punishment."

 

One red-tipped nail pointed the direction to him unmistakably, and he

went, his face a perfect match to his flaming bottom. Megan felt a

twinge of sympathy as she saw the poor man's misty eyes, his ego

completely shattered. Jennifer was motioning her to come over, and she

went, taking a seat next to her on the sofa. Before Jennifer could say

anything, Megan asked excitedly,

 

"How do you handle him so easily? I've never seen anything like that!

Could I do that with my Teddy? That was amazing! I can't tell you how

often I've wanted to warm his bottom for him, the way he acts,

sometimes."

 

Jennifer smiled, pushing her sweater sleeves up. Holding Megan's eyes,

she began to explain.

 

"It's simple. All men are really just little boys inside. They want and

need, much less deserve, the guidance and discipline of a strong and

determined woman. All it takes is firmness and determination. Once you

realize you can command the situation with the right attitude, it's not

difficult at all."

 

Jennifer saw the light bulb go on over Megan's head. She added a few

thoughts to reinforce the lesson.

 

"You must remember to be absolutely firm with him; no nonsense. He'll

try to beg off, to reason, cajole, lie, use every little-boy trick he

knows to get away with things. You mustn't let him. It has to be

completely clear to him that misbehavior gets punished; period. And when

you think he needs discipline, it happens; no plea-bargaining, no

delay."

 

As she regarded her pretty red-haired friend, Jennifer saw a new look of

confidence and authority take its place on her features at the full

realization of her birthright as a woman.

 

"Do you think you can spank Danny, now? And do you want to?" Jenny asked

her friend, giving her a choice.

 

"Yes. And Yes." Megan committed, a look of resolution on her face.

 

"Great." Jennifer said, smiling. "It will do him a world of good to be

humiliated and punished by another woman; one who he inconvenienced by

his thoughtless behavior."

 

Rising, she retrieved a straight-backed chair from the dining area,

bringing it to the center of the living room. With a sly glance at

Megan, she pointed at the chair and then walked over to her husband, who

was standing with his nose in the corner. Danny's ears were burning from

the women's conversation, but his bottom had cooled off a little.

Jennifer slapped him smartly on the rump, and informed him,

 

"Megan's got something to give you, my naughty little boy. You just

march yourself over there and apologize for what you did, and then turn

over her knee. If you give her any trouble, I'll make you wish you

hadn't, am I clear?"

 

Danny looked like he wanted to argue, which prompted Jennifer to still

his lips with one finger and warn icily,

 

"After you apologize, the only things I want to hear out of your mouth

between now and when I tuck you in bed tonight are `Yes, ma'am', and

`No, ma'am"; understand?"

 

"Yes, ma'am." His subdued answer came softly.

 

"Very well. Now do as you were told." She finished, pointing to Megan,

who had taken a seat on the newly located dining room chair.

 

His face scarlet, Danny approached Megan, stammering an apology, almost

breaking into tears from frustration and embarrassment. The now

confident redhead patted her right knee, which was peeking out from

under a Kelly-green knit dress that did nothing to hide her stunning

figure. Five-feet ten inches tall, Megan was an intimidating presence in

heels, and even sitting down presented a regal air. Jennifer's chagrined

spouse obeyed the gesture, turning across her lap, his bare bottom up

and ready to be spanked.

 

With a confirming look at Jenny, who nodded in encouragement, Megan

slapped Danny on one cheek, smartly, but a bit tentatively. With

slightly more authority, she whapped him on the other side, noticing how

his cheeks clenched when her hand struck. She liked the feel of it, her

hand against his upturned bottom, and before long she was really

whacking him, enjoying his squirming and the little noises he made as

she spanked. Jennifer was watching with obvious approval, observing that

Megan was laying it on good and proper, making her Danny distinctly

uncomfortable. What began as a tentative experiment for Megan turned

into a prolonged and very thorough spanking, her large hand visiting

every square inch of Danny's bare bottom. If she could have seen the

look on her own face, Megan would have been surprised. The picture was

classic: a resolute and determined young woman with a wayward young man

across her knees, his bottom being soundly spanked. After giving him a

much longer spanking than Jennifer had, Megan's hand was beginning to

feel the smarting too, so she stopped at last, looking at Jenny for

guidance.

 

Jennifer used every bit of advantage to punish her husband, asking him

sweetly,

 

"How does my naughty boy feel now, hmmm? Did Aunt Megan warm his bare

bottom good and proper?"

 

She sat back on the couch, her lovely legs crossed, one high heel

twirling absently as Danny looked up at her in abject dismay. A simple,

 

"Yes, ma'am." Came out of his mouth, his voice almost breaking.

 

"Well, you've got a lot more coming to you, so get up and come over

here." Jennifer ordered.

 

Awkwardly, the well-spanked Danny got up from across Megan's lap,

flinching as she gave him a parting swat. The two women grinned thinly

at one another, pleased with the way things were going. Jennifer winked

slyly at Megan, who felt a new sense of power and control at the center

of her being.

 

"March yourself into the bedroom, little man," Jenny was instructing

Danny, "and bring me my hairbrush. Oh, and come back in your birthday

suit; you won't be needing any clothing for a while."

 

Danny looked stricken. His eyes began to water at the prospect of having

his bare bottom blistered by both women. Looking pleadingly at his wife,

he begged her,

 

"Please, Jen. I'm really sorry for what I did. I've learned my lesson,

honest. Please."

 

"Ah, ah, remember what I told you?" Jennifer warned sternly, "One more

word, and you'll have your mouth washed out with soap, to remind you."

 

Danny cowered before her, seeming to shrink under her gaze. He replied

with a simple,

 

"Yes, ma'am.";

 

his shoulders slumping as he obeyed her, trudging off to the bedroom to

undress and bring his lovely blonde wife the object she usually employed

when punishing him: her large and heavy old-fashioned wooden hairbrush.

 

"You see?" Jennifer said, smiling brightly at Megan. "It's so easy. All

you have to do is take a firm position and stand your ground. When you

demand obedience, and require him to comply, it's simple. I'm just

giving him what he wants, needs, and deserves, but wouldn't ask for."

 

Megan nodded, understanding now. She grew thoughtful for a minute, and

Jennifer let her have some time to think.

 

"Well, the naughty boy returns." Jennifer's voice intruded on Megan's

thoughts.

 

She looked up to see a chastened and humbled Danny enter the living

room, in the buff. He looked miserable, despite evidence of some

excitement, and the shiny wooden hairbrush he carried spoke volumes of

the reason for his distress. Megan turned as he passed her, watching him

approach Jennifer, who was now seated on the straight-backed chair.

Without a word, he gave the hairbrush to his lovely wife, placing it in

her outstretched hand.

 

"You know you're going to get it, good and proper, don't you?" Jennifer

inquired, tapping the brush into her left palm. Danny just nodded, and

when she motioned him across her knees, he obeyed meekly, getting into

position.

 

Megan watched as Jenny adjusted his position to suit her, laying her

left hand across his back. The brush then lifted and smacked down

briskly, producing the sharp characteristic crack of varnished wood on

bare skin. Danny's stoicism disappeared as the brush set fire to his

already tenderized bottom. Smack after smack, Jennifer spanked her

mate's bare hindquarters, covering the whole target with hard swats.

Like a school-boy, he was soon yowling and begging her to stop, his legs

kicking as the hairbrush found some specially tender spot. Jenny showed

him no mercy, and when his right hand quested back in an attempt to

protect his burning bottom, she grasped his wrist firmly in her left

hand, pulling it up tightly behind his back. Now he was completely

unable to interfere, and Jennifer turned it on, snapping the polished

wooden brush down hard and fast. He wailed and pleaded, to no avail.

 

"Owwww! Jenny! Please, I'm sorry! Owwww! Ohhhh, God! Owwww! Stop!"

 

While Danny squirmed and writhed, howling and begging, Megan watched

Jennifer spank, and spank, and spank; leaving her disobedient husband

bawling across her knees long before she was through. The pretty redhead

was thrilled beyond description by the spectacle, her pulse pounding.

She gloried at the thought that this same power could be hers; all she

had to do was step up and take it. "I will, too, by God." She promised

herself. It would be the beginning of a new chapter in her marriage.

 

Jennifer had finished her work, allowing the well-spanked Danny to slide

off her lap to his knees. Sobbing, he made to rub his poor fanny, but

his pretty blonde wife stopped him cold.

 

"Don't you dare rub, young man," she threatened, shaking the hairbrush

at him, "or I'll put you right back over my knee, this minute!"

 

Taking her hanky, Jenny wiped his face and had him blow his running

nose, making him feel even more childish as he knelt by her knee.

She then sent him to the corner to consider the next spanking, which was

to be delivered by Megan. His heartbroken sniffling formed an

appropriate background as Jennifer counseled Megan on the proper use of

a hairbrush for spanking.

 

"You don't need to use a lot of energy," she was saying, displaying her

typical arm movements, "that will just tire you out." Megan looked

interested as Jenny went on,

 

"Use brisk arm motions, with plenty of wrist action, snapping the brush

down smartly. It stings like blazes, and you can keep it up for a long

time; more than enough to make him genuinely sorry."

 

Handing the hairbrush to the lovely redhead, she advised,

 

"Pay plenty of attention to the soft and very tender area where the legs

join the bottom." She smiled wickedly, "and don't spare the upper

thighs. He hates that, and you'll see how effective it is when you spank

the same spot good and hard, two or three times in a row."

 

Megan's eyes glowed as Jennifer continued to give hints and tips about

spanking, and then moved on to other forms of discipline for the wayward

hubby. She kept looking at poor Danny standing in the corner, his

backside a flaming, puffy red. Her insides quivered as she imagined her

own disorganized and inattentive husband in the same predicament,

hugging the hairbrush to her as if it were the talisman that would

transform her marriage.

 

Jennifer gave Danny a half-hour to cool off and consider his plight.

Then, when Megan had taken a seat on the dining room chair, she led him

over to the now prepared redhead. It was apparent from her wintry green

eyes that she was ready to give him what for, and she commanded him,

 

"Over my knee, young man."

 

Danny looked pleadingly at first Jennifer and then Megan, his bottom

prickling at the thought of that stinging hairbrush, but there was no

reprieve in sight. As Jennifer stood by, hands on her hips, her subdued

husband turned across Megan's lovely knees, submitting to her

completely.

 

Megan's first hairbrush spanking turned out to be a virtuoso

performance, even impressing Jennifer as she whacked poor Danny's bare

bottom into a cherry-red, blistered expanse, graying in spots. His

pitiful wails and squirming merely served to spur Megan on, and she had

no trouble disabling his free hand as she had seen Jennifer do. What

Danny had hoped would be a routine spanking became a Class-A butt-

burner, and left him sobbing across her lap.

 

When Megan finally released him, Jennifer was there with the effects

that would constitute the rest of his punishment. It was an activity

that would focus his concentration on his bad behavior, as well as

remind him constantly of his smarting bottom. As Danny was led away,

Megan saw that Jenny had placed a stiff bristle door-mat on one of the

high-backed kitchenette stools. She had placed it in the corner, and on

it lay a pad of paper and a pencil. Leading her still weeping husband

over to it, she took the pad and pencil and ordered him,

 

"Take your seat, little man." Pointing to the stool with her left hand.

 

Emitting a dismayed groan, Danny obeyed, presenting his battered bottom

to the prickly surface of the doormat. His eyes squeezed shut, tears

flowing out from the corners as his weight settled on the mat. A small

sob escaped his throat, but he said nothing, just looked at his

beautiful blonde wife with the most contrite expression Megan had ever

seen. She thrilled at the sight, overwhelmed by Danny's submission.

 

"Now, young man," Jenny said, handing him the pad and pencil, "I want

you to neatly print;

 

`I will remember to always keep my promises to Jennifer.',

 

three-hundred times." "That should keep you busy until bedtime, and mind

you, I'm going to check for errors and penmanship. If I'm not pleased

with your efforts, you'll get spanked again and we'll start all over, do

you understand?"

 

A choked-out "Yes, ma'am." Confirmed Danny's understanding.

 

One of his tears fell on the paper, and Megan watched as Jennifer once

more wiped her chastised and humiliated husband's nose and face with her

hanky. She put her arm around his shoulders, kissed him on the cheek and

said softly,

 

"That's my good boy. Next time, you'll remember, won't you?"

 

Another "Yes, ma'am." Ended the scene, with Danny settling down

uncomfortably to write his lines, while Jennifer bade farewell to Megan,

who was anxious to get started with her husband as soon as possible.

 

"It will take him about two hours to finish, and by the time he's done,

he'll be willing to do anything to get up off that mat." Jennifer told

Megan, winking at her.

 

"Of course," she added with a wicked smile, "he can get up any time he

chooses..., but it will only be to get back over my knee for more of the

hairbrush."

 

Both of them laughed gaily, and Megan gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Jen. I'm really glad this happened." She said brightly.

"Good luck with Ted." Jennifer remarked, adding, "I'm sure you'll do

just fine."

Megan sat in her car outside Jenny's house, thinking for a moment about

how best to proceed with her plan. Then, starting the engine, she said

aloud to nobody,

 

"First, I need a good-sized hairbrush......."

  

 

  

  

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