Subject: Accidental Apprentice F/M
Date: Mon, 03 Feb 1997 11:35:42 -0800
This is a work of fiction containing adult themes. If you are not of legal age, stop reading now. The characters depicted in this story are fictional: any similarity between real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"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,
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......."