Lynne's Unhappy Lesson

by Jill Scott

Lynne was hunched on the edge of the couch, her arms wrapped around her. Her downcast eyes followed feet pacing before her. When they stopped, she raised doleful brown eyes to Gary's face. Neither spoke. She knew that he was furious. Hands clasped in her lap, she lowered her eyes, and waited for the tirade to break over her head.

"Lynne...look at me!" he barked.

A tear slid down her cheek as she obeyed. Gary took a deep breath, raked his hands through his hair and started to speak. He shook his head, turned, walked a few feet away and stood with his back to her. Lynne chewed her finger as she waited. She had never seen him like this before.

He turned to face her. "What in the name of Heaven were you thinking?"

Lynne flinched, but kept her eyes on the floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw the feet take up their stance in front of her again.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was when that squad car pulled up with you and Sarah? Well, do you? My God, woman! I cannot believe you would do something so stupid! Lynne ... I want an answer! NOW! Look at me!" Lynne hesitated, gathering her thoughts to explain why she and Sarah had been in the back of a squad car. "Well ... it's kinda hard to explain."

"Then I suggest you start!" he said in a deadly quiet voice.

In a quavery voice she explained. "Sarah and I were just going for a walk. It's a nice day and I thought we'd go to the park, then come back home. But when we got to the corner, Sarah darted off the other way and wouldn't stop. I started to chase her."

Suppressed sobs broke through and she had to stop.

"Lynne ... you are the adult! It's your responsibility to take care of Sarah and not let her run off. My God ... you both could have been killed or seriously injured. Did you stop to think of that when you ran into the street after her?"

"I'm sorry, Gary. Really. I just didn't think. I was afraid Sarah would reach a busier street before I could catch her. I know it was my fault that driver swerved and hit a parked car. I know I deserve the fine for jaywalking and causing the accident, but I had to catch Sarah and you know how fast she can run. The police officer told me how careless I was. I feel terrible, but nobody was hurt."

Tears dripped from Lynne's chin as she finished and waited for Gary to explode again. There was silence for several minutes. She sniffled, rubbed her hand across her nose like a child, and raised her eyes. Gary stood there, silently assessing her. He took a deep breath and started to speak, but hesitated. Finally he said, "Lynne ... I've told you, you are the adult. You need to think before blindly rushing around. You could have just called Sarah, and not chased her into traffic."

He turned and yelled, "Sarah, get in here!"

Tentative footsteps sounded from the hallway. "NOW, Sarah! At once!"

Timid brown eyes, topped with a mop of curly brown hair peeked around the doorframe. Gary waited, looked at her and repeated, "Sarah, get in here. This is your fault, too."

Sarah crept into the room, looked over her shoulder as she sidled past Gary, then scurried to the couch. She crawled up beside Lynne and snuggled against her. Lynne put a protective arm around her shoulders and cast a defiant look at Gary. "Don't yell at Sarah. It's my fault and I admit it. You're right. I should have called and I shouldn't have run after her. She thought we were playing and kept going."

Gary said, "I'm glad you realize that and I hope you realize how lucky you are that neither one of you was hurt. Will you ever learn to think first? Your impulsiveness will get you into serious trouble some day. I'm so mad right now I could spank you!"

Sarah and Lynne cowered against each other. In all the years they'd been together, he'd never threatened her before.

She remembered what he'd said the last time she'd done something silly. 'I swear, Lynne, if you're going to act like a child, then I'm going to treat you like a child and give you a good spanking! In fact, the next time ... and if you're smart, there won't be a next time ... I will spank you! You'd best remember that, because I mean it.'

"Lynne ... go upstairs, now!"

Lynne hugged Sarah and slid off the couch. She gave Gary a wide berth. Her heart thumped and butterflies stomped in her stomach as the phrase 'the next time I will spank you' played an endless echo in her mind.

Did he really mean it? She'd never been spanked as a child and couldn't believe Gary would do that. She was sure he wouldn't. He'd only said it because he was exasperated with her. He would never spank her ... would he? Adults didn't spank adults ...did they?

Then she remembered the video they'd watched with Jill and David. There'd been a spanking scene and she remembered Gary's comment, "Gee, maybe that's what Lynne needs."

They'd laughed, but David said, "Well, that's what I use to keep Jill in line. She knows if she pushes me too far, she'll get a good, hard spanking and time in the corner to think about it."

Jill had chuckled, "I've been known to spank him, too, when he deserved it!"

Gary had turned to Lynne and playfully said, "Well, babe ... you've been warned. Other bad girls get spanked, and you will, too."

Lynne was half way up the stairs when she heard Gary's raised voice. "Sarah, I swear, you're worse than Lynne. There are times when neither one of you thinks."

She paused on the stairs when she heard Gary laugh. As irate as he'd been, how could he laugh? She crept down back down to the door and peeked into the living room. She stifled her own laugh as she saw Sarah ...150 lbs of St. Bernard stretched full length on the couch, head pushed under a throw pillow.

Gary chuckled, "Sarah, what am I going to do with you? Your ostrich act won't work this time. You must think that if you can't see me, then I can't see you. Silly dog! Get off the couch and get to your bed. I can't spank you. With all that fur, you'd never feel it. But, for the next two weeks you'll get no treats or bones. And you'll be on a leash when you're walked till you learn that you can't run off. Now get to your bed!"

The only word Sarah understood was 'bed.' Chastened, she slid off the couch, sidled past Gary and galloped out of the room. As Sarah skidded through the door, she collided with Lynne. At Lynne's muffled "Oomph," Gary turned and saw her in the doorway.

"Lynne! I told you to get upstairs and wait for me! What part didn't you understand? Now get up there before I lose any more patience! You've earned a spanking, now! Irritate me any more and you'll be surprised what else you get! One way or another, I will be in charge of this house again. You and that hare-brained dog have almost driven me over the edge."

Lynne stood for a second. Her eyes scanned Gary's face before she sighed and trudged up the stairs. She'd never seen him like this before, and hoped he would calm down before he came up. Every step echoed: Spank. Spank. Spank.

"He won't spank me," she thought as she turned into their bedroom. "He's just upset and has to vent."

But she couldn't forget how he'd looked that night at David and Jill's. She couldn't explain it. She just knew it was as if a light had turned on or something. Also, she couldn't forget the look David and Jill had exchanged when they talked about spanking. A strange look. It was a ... well ... 'turned on' look, she thought. Could somebody enjoy that? From the look they'd shared, it seemed they must.

Lynne sank down on the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes and nibbled a ragged fingernail. Her ears were cocked for the sound of Gary's footsteps on the hardwood stairs. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She slid off the bed and tiptoed to the door to see if she could hear anything. Nothing. Her apprehension grew as she paced the length of the room.

After long minutes of silence, she thought, "This is silly. Gary loves me. He's not going to spank me, for Pete's sake. He's probably reading the paper while he waits for me to come down." He'd laughed at Sarah, so he couldn't be as mad as he'd sounded.

Lynne went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then washed and dried her hands. A quick glance in the mirror showed that she needed to at least comb her hair. She took the time to wash her face and put on minimal make up. A quick flick of the brush and she had her hair in a ponytail. As she laid the brush back on the counter, she looked at the back of it. With a shudder, she thought, "No, he wouldn't use that, even if he did try to spank me."

Flipping the light switch, she went back to the bedroom and decided to change into a sweat suit before she went downstairs. As she pulled off her blouse and skirt, she thought she might as well be comfortable, so she slid off her panties and unclasped her bra. She pulled on a soft, fleecy sweatshirt and matching pants, slipped into a pair of comfortable slippers and headed to the stairs.

She peered over the railing and saw Gary on the phone by the living room door. His voice drifted up to her. She leaned forward a bit to see if she could hear, but heard only a few words now and then. "... spanked ... really ... do ... to Jill ... react ... hurt ... don't have ... never ... OK ... minute."

"God!" she thought. "He is serious. He must be talking to David." She heard a few more indistinguishable murmurs before the back door clicked closed. She rushed to the spare bedroom window in time to see his car turn at the corner. The unwelcome thought that he must be meeting David slithered into her mind.

Stunned that he would even consider it, Lynne wondered how to talk him out of it. Frantic thoughts whirled. "I've never been spanked. He can't. He won't." She calmed a bit as she thought, "I don't even know where he went. Maybe he just had an errand." After a second of indecision, she hurried back to the bedroom. She knew that if he did go to David's, she'd have at least a few minutes before he could get there. She dialed Jill's number, hoping Jill would answer. If David answered, she couldn't ask for Jill. Luckily Jill answered, and Lynne said in a rush, "You won't believe this. I think Gary's been talking to David and ...."

Jill broke in and said, "Hi, Lynne ... yep, they just got off the phone. What the heck did you do to make Gary so upset? He talked to David about how to spank you. He's on his way here to borrow some ... ummm ... things to use. He said you'd never been spanked before and never had ...."

In a panic, Lynne cried, "Never had what? What, Jill? What're you talking about?"

Instead of Jill's voice, she heard David. "Lynne ... I thought Gary told you to wait for him. I don't think he'd be happy to know you're on the phone. We had a nice talk." He chuckled. "I imagine he'll be more than happy to tell you, and show you, what we talked about. Here he is now. I won't tell him you called, but you had better listen and obey when he gets home."

Click. Lynne stood and looked at the dead phone. Her apprehension turned to fear. What had she never had? What? Lynne paced the bedroom; her footsteps made no sound on the soft carpet. Panicky thoughts whirled as she pulled back the patchwork quilt. Frenzied butterflies tumbled and galloped in her stomach. With a smile, she remembered a phrase Jill used when she was nervous or upset, 'a herd of butterflies wearing horseshoes are galloping around in my tummy.' For the first time she could relate to that statement!

She crossed the hall to peer out the spare bedroom window, wondering if there'd been time for Gary to be back from David's. She hadn't noticed the time and didn't have any idea how much had passed. She wandered back to their bedroom, undecided if Gary had been serious, or if he just wanted her to worry.

She decided it wouldn't help to wear a path in the carpet. She kicked off her slippers, smooshed the pillows into a heap and flopped down on the bed. With the quilt pulled up to her chin, she squirmed around to get comfortable. The elastic on her sweatpants twisted and tightened as she moved. With a sigh, she slid out of bed, pulled off the sweatshirt and pants, and wadded them into a ball. A defiant toss landed them in the corner. She knew Gary hated it when she did that, but she didn't care.

The bottom dresser drawer squealed as she yanked it open to grab her old, ratty 'comfort' nightgown from its hidden spot. Gary hated her wearing that, too. Rebelliously she thought, "To heck with what Gary thinks. I'm going to be comfortable!"

She skittered across the hall one more time to check for his car. Nothing, yet. As she passed the top of the stairs on her way back to the bedroom, she paused and whistled for Sarah. "Come, Sarah. Come on up here."

Sarah's nails clacked and her ears flapped as she bounded up the stairs. Lynne knelt down in front of her and gave her a big hug. Sarah's wet, sloppy tongue washed Lynne's face. With a swipe at her wet face, Lynne said, "Come on Sarah. Your daddy's already mad at both of us. Let's give him something to really be mad about. After all, it's my bed, too, and he's not here and if I want you on it with me, then that should be my choice, right?"

Sarah cocked her head and woofed in agreement with her mistress. Sarah padded behind Lynne on the way back to the bedroom. As Lynne entered the room, Sarah paused at the door. Lynne patted the bed, and said, "It's OK, Sarah. Come on. Keep me company. I need a friend right now."

Sarah edged towards the bed. This was forbidden territory and she knew it, but her desire to obey her mistress overrode her reluctance. Lynne was already in bed, covers pulled up to her ears. Again, she said, "It's OK, Sarah. Your daddy might be mad, but he'll get over it."

Reassured, Sarah bounded onto the bed, turned around several times, and then settled next to Lynne. Lynne turned on her side, put her arm around Sarah's shoulders and snuggled close. With a sigh, she said, "Let's take a nap. If we're both asleep, maybe Gary won't bother us. Besides, he's had plenty of time to get back from David's. Maybe he went back to the office, or maybe he and David went someplace. If he were really mad, he'd be back by now."

Sarah woofed as she hurtled over Lynne and hit the floor with a resounding thud. Lynne opened bleary eyes, raised her head and yawned. It took a moment for her eyes to focus as she stared at the clock and saw she'd been asleep for almost an hour. Realization hit with a shock; Gary must be home. She hadn't heard the car or the door, but Sarah had.

Gary's voice intermingled with Sarah's puppy-like yaps of excitement. "Hey, Sarah. How's my big girl? You weren't upstairs, were you? Hmm? Don't give me that look, you silly dog. Get your paws off my shoulders. You lie down while I go see your mommy."

Butterflies clomped in Lynne's tummy as she heard Gary's footsteps on the stairs. Undecided, she stood there. Should she act as if nothing had happened? Should she go into the bathroom? Oh, Lord, she should change her nightgown. Gary had threatened to use it to polish his car if he saw it again. Just as her hand reached for the hem to pull it off, she saw Gary standing in the doorway, a large paper sack in his hand.

"Hi, babe. Were you asleep?"

Lynne rushed over, threw her arms around him and with a relieved sigh, said, "Oh, Gary. I thought you were mad at me. I've been so worried. I'm glad that's all over."

Gary laid the sack on the chair near the door and with a gentle touch removed Lynne's hands from his shoulders. He ignored the confused look on her face as he said, "Lynne, I'm not mad. I was scared. Somehow, some way, you have to learn to think before you rush into things. I told you once before that I would spank you if you did something silly again. I wasn't kidding. I just came from David's. I spent a long time talking with him and Jill. I think you can remember how wild Jill was before she and David married. He worried about her almost as much as I worry about you, but he's finally found the way to make her stop and think."

Lynne backed up a step, a horrified look on her face. "Gary! You won't spank me. I'm not a child and I won't let you! I promise I'll think, and I promise I won't worry you again, but you can't do that to me."

"Lynne, I don't want to do this, but you know, at least if you stop and think, that you need something to remember and to remind you before you do something stupid again. Not only that, but you know how much I hate that nightgown," with a frown and a nod towards the balled up clothes in the corner, "and how much I hate it when you throw your clothes around. I also suspect you had Sarah here on the bed with you. It seems to me that you were in trouble before and wouldn't want to do something that you know I don't like. I don't think you've ever heard me say something I didn't mean, so, you will be punished this time. I won't be as extreme as David is with Jill, because I realize your parents never corrected you as a child. But you'll remember this and I hope you'll stop to think in the future. Now, I'm going into the bathroom for a minute and when I come back, I want you on the bed, face down. And get rid of that nightgown!"

Gary picked up the sack from the chair, went into the bathroom and closed the door. Lynne stood, transfixed, as she realized he was dead serious. He planned to spank her and she couldn't do a thing about it. She knew Gary seldom changed his mind.

Her hands trembled as she pulled the nightgown over her head. She held it for a moment, then in a burst of defiance, shoved it into the bottom dresser drawer. Deep down inside, she knew that maybe, just maybe, she deserved a spanking. Not only had she caused an accident, but she'd tossed her clothes into the corner and then compounded her sins by wearing the nightgown.

She moved towards the bed with leaden feet. God! How humiliating! She dropped down on the side of the bed and swung up her feet. Lynne flounced onto her side, pulled the covers up to her ears and then squirmed onto her stomach. She pulled the pillow over her head, in imitation of Sarah's 'ostrich act,' as Gary called it.

Her heart thudded as she lay there. She could hear the splash of water. Thoughts raced. "He wouldn't take a shower and make me lie here like this, would he?"

In the bathroom, Gary filled the new disposable enema bag David had suggested he buy. David had pulled out his to show the two holes in the end of the hose. He explained the narrow tubing would be more comfortable for Lynne than a larger nozzle. Also, even though it was labeled disposable, it could be used many times.

David also explained why he gave enemas to Jill. "That's the best way to get her attention. She knows if she disobeys that she'll get a hot, soapy enema and a thorough spanking while she holds it. Then she still has to hold it while she stands in the corner and thinks about how uncomfortable she is and what she did to deserve it. I used to have to use that at least once a week. Now it's only about once a month. Trust me, Lynne will think twice before she misbehaves again!"

Gary had been intrigued. Although he didn't know for sure, he suspected that she had no idea what an enema was. David had suggested, "If she doesn't know, be easy on her the first time, but let her know that it'll be worse the next time."

Lynne realized the water had stopped and there was silence in the bathroom. She pulled the pillow back enough that she could peer under it. She saw the sliver of light under the door disappear and heard the click of the latch. Gary held a large object, but she couldn't tell what it was. It looked almost like a big clear balloon. She was a little confused. Why would he have a balloon?

"OK. Get the pillow off your head. It doesn't work for Sarah and it won't work for you. Lynne slid the pillow to the side and looked at Gary. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at the item in his hand. A clear bag of some sort about half filled with water. She had no idea what the clear hose attached was for, but she had more than just a suspicion she would find out and that she wouldn't like it.

Gary hung the bag on a bedpost and coiled the slender tube on a washcloth beside a tube of K-Y jelly. As he sank down beside Lynne she stammered, "Wh ... wh ... what's that? What's it for? I promise I'll be careful. I won't wear the nightgown and I won't let Sarah on the bed. Please, Gary, don't."

He smoothed her hair back and said, "Lynne, you will be punished for what you did. Because this is a first for you, I won't be as harsh as David is with Jill. She gets a large, hot, soapy enema and she has to hold it while he spanks her. I won't do that, but I am going to give you a plain warm water enema so you'll know what it's like. The next time, if there is a next time, there'll be much more water with soap to make it more uncomfortable."

Lynne sniffled as the tears started. "Gary, I don't know what an enema is, but I don't want one. Please? Please don't do this."

"Roll over on your left side, Lynne."

"Davvvviiiiidddddd..."

"Now, Lynne. Don't make it worse. Every time you whine or defy me, you're adding to your spanking."

Gary waited as Lynne complied with his request, defiance evident in her every move. "OK. Now straighten your left leg and bend your right one. Lynne, the longer I have to wait, the more spankings you'll get."

Panic flashed through Lynne's mind, as butterflies clomped through her stomach. Her head pounded as she gasped for breath. Gary rubbed the small of her back. "C'mon, relax. Be honest with yourself. You know you acted like a spoiled brat. If you're really honest, you know you deserve to be treated like one. If you behave and don't defy me again, I won't increase your spankings. Remember, every defiant word will earn you five more. Now, hold still."

Lynne sniffled and felt the bed move as Gary stood up. She raised her head to peer over her shoulder. Panic welled as she watched him squirt a glob of K-Y onto the end of the clear tube. For a brief moment, it occurred to her that she might deserve this. She had been careless and stupid. She squashed the idea down and continued her silent litany of curses.

Gary reached into the paper bag, pulled out two objects and laid them the washcloth. One looked like some kind of ... oh, God, a paddle! The other she didn't recognize, but knew in the pit of her stomach she didn't want to know about it.

Lynne moaned and closed her eyes as she thumped her head down. She hated this! Anticipation skittered and butterflies galloped as Gary took his time. Almost, she wished he'd hurry and get it done. Better yet, she wished he'd change his mind! She suspected Jill and David enjoyed this sort of thing, but they were weird. Still, Jill did seem happy with David. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she anticipated.

The bed dipped as Gary sat beside her. "Scootch over so I have room, OK?"

Lynne wormed to the middle of the bed. She didn't quite dare show open defiance. Still, she took her time. Gary leaned against her. His hand separated her buttocks, and a finger probed her anus. She tightened against the alien intrusion. Only her gynecologist had touched her there, and she hated it! Gary took a deep breath, but didn't speak. His insistent finger continued its pressure. She gasped when it slid deep inside.

"God, OWWW! Gary! Don't do that!"

She was shocked by a sharp slap on her bottom.

Her muscles tightened against the unfamiliar sensation inside her. "Gary! Stop it!"

He withdrew his finger, shook her lightly and said, "Lynne, you've just earned yourself more spankings. David and I talked about how many you deserved. He felt that a few would be a good start, because you're not used to it. So, I was only going to give you ten plus a small enema. You've just increased that to fifteen. Keep it up and see what happens. You might just find out what a paddle feels like."

"Damn you, Gary!"

"Ten more and another soapy enema! Wanna keep going?"

There was silence. Gary waited a moment, then picked up the tube. As he separated her buttocks again, he paused to see if would rebel further. Other than a quick, indrawn breath, Lynne was quiet. She gasped as she felt the tube slide inside her. Gary thumbed the slide-clamp to its middle position and watched the water begin to gurgle down the hose.

Lynne stiffened and gasped. Her legs straightened as she tried to squirm away from the strange sensation. "Oh, don't! Please. I don't like that! Stop! I have to go. Gary!"

"Lynne, you haven't had even half a pint yet. You've got a long way to go. Relax and bend your knee again. Think about what you did to deserve this. Imagine a naughty little imp inside you that makes you do silly things. Imagine that imp being washed out of you. There's only a quart this time. Remember, though you've earned another larger soapy one. Now, take deep breaths through your mouth."

"Gary, I can't! Please, it hurts! God, my stomach hurts. Stop it!"

Gary reached over with his free hand and massaged her stomach. "Does that help? You're only half done. Take a deep breath. You can do this."

As Gary massaged her stomach, Lynne felt the cramps disappear. In their place was a strange warmth. She took a deep breath. With surprise she noticed there was no more discomfort, just an alien pressure that felt almost pleasant. She took another breath and felt the warmth deep inside her. The peculiar feeling intensified as the heat curled inside her.

Gary flicked the clamp closed. He noticed with a small smile that Lynne had not only settled down, but was relaxed. He knew the warm water felt pleasant, but he also knew she would never admit it to him. When he slid the hose out, Lynne made an inarticulate sound. He curled the hose back onto the washcloth and picked up an object. The plug would help Lynne hold the unfamiliar pressure until he determined she could release it.

He ripped open a foil packet and rolled the condom over the tapered plug. A large glob of KY was smeared over it. He knew this would be another test for Lynne. The plug was larger than the small diameter tube he'd used. She'd had a fit about his finger; he knew this would bring another one.

Lynne squirmed as pressure intensified. There was no urgency, but she knew there was something unfamiliar inside her. She felt strange gurgles, not unpleasant, just different. She wondered how soon Gary would let her use the bathroom. A sudden cramp made her gasp. Now desperate to get up, she tried to roll over. Gary put his hand on her shoulder and rolled her back.

"Gary, I need to get up. I can't wait! Gary, let me up, please!" She clenched her buttocks in desperation. She began to panic. "I can't wait any more!"

"I know. This'll help you hold it till I say you can get rid of it. I want you to hold it while you think about what you've done."

In horror Lynne felt him spread her buttocks again. She whimpered at the cool, foreign pressure against her anus. She tightened her muscles in resistance. "What are you doing? Gary! Stop! I can't wait any longer! Damn it! Stop! Now!"

Gary pressed a little harder on her to stop her squirming. With gentle, firm pressure, he pushed the plug past her tightened sphincter. Lynne whimpered and kicked her feet, but the plug was seated inside her. "Now, you won't have an accident. Do you remember what I told you before? I won't tolerate your cursing me. You've just earned another spanking, and this one will be with the paddle. I warned you, Lynne. Now roll over on your stomach."

"I can't! It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt that much. You don't have that much inside you. If you're that uncomfortable, then put the pillow under you. I want your bottom raised up."

Lynne looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't spank her while she was so uncomfortable. He wouldn't do that! One look at his face told her he would. She took a deep breath, let it out with a whoosh, and reached for the pillow. With not-quite-concealed defiance she pulled it towards her.

"The longer you take, the longer you'll have to hold that. It's your decision. But, if you make me wait too long, I think you know what'll happen. You've already earned another soapy enema. If you think you're uncomfortable now, just wait. Right now you're looking at twenty-five spanks plus more with the paddle. I haven't decided how many that'll be. I don't suppose the paddle will feel it like you will, so feel free to increase the number."

Lynne knew Gary was implacable once he'd made up so mind. With reluctance she pulled the pillow to her. Awkwardly she rolled over on top of it. Her stomach gurgled and the pressure grew as her lower abdomen sank into the pillow. She gasped with the sudden intensity and clenched her hands on the pillowcase. She moved the pillow lower so her tummy wasn't against it. She took another deep breath and the pressure eased a bit more. As she squirmed a bit farther forward, she was uncomfortably aware that every movement raised her bottom higher.

SMACK!

"Gary!"

CRACK!

"Owwww...oh, don't!"

"Lynne, don't squirm. You've got twenty-three more."

Tears dripped off Lynne's nose as Gary continued his ruthless assault on her bottom. Every time his hand connected, not only did she feel the sharp, hot sting of that, but the ache in her lower abdomen grew worse as she pushed down, trying to avoid his hand.

She lost count and sobbed as she thought the punishment would never end. Her bottom was on fire, her stomach felt as though a volcano had erupted and she was uncomfortably aware of the plug holding the lava flow back. Time stopped as she became lost in her ordeal. Suddenly, through the pain, she was aware of another feeling. Her squirming had pulled the pillow farther down her body. She felt it between her legs and was aware of sharp little shocks of pleasure every time Gary's hand connected and she pressed into the pillow.

Through her haze of pain and the misty beginning of pleasure, she realized that Gary had stopped. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to roll over, but Gary maintained the pressure on her shoulder so she was unable to move.

"That's the first twenty-five, Lynne. You still have more with the paddle."

"Oh, God! I promise I'll think and I promise I won't throw my clothes on the floor and I promise I won't wear the nightgown and I promise I won't let Sarah on the bed and I promise anything else you say, but don't use the paddle! I have to go. Please?"

"Lynne, you know I never say anything I don't mean. You're not that uncomfortable."

"Yes, I am!" Lynne reached up to loosen Gary's hand on her shoulder, then rolled over. With a sniffle, she squirmed into a half-sitting position, arms around her stomach. She gasped as the quilt sandpapered across her sore bottom. With a whimper she tried to find a position that would ease her aching tummy without putting pressure on her burning bottom.

Gary sighed, "OK. But you're not getting out of the rest of this. I'll let you go this time. Next time, I won't." He eased her off the bed and turned her toward the bathroom. He grinned. "Need any help with the plug?"

"No!" Lynne rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Cramps twisted inside her as she quickly raised the toilet lid. Gingerly she seated herself on the cold, hard oak seat. "Ohhhhh," she whimpered as she removed the plug. With a heartfelt sigh she leaned forward as she found relief from the cramps and pressure. She wondered how long she could stay before Gary become impatient. The thought of another paddling and a soapy enema was too horrible to even contemplate. She trembled as she tried to imagine even more water inside her. She had never felt anything like this before. She refused to free the pesky thought inside her that reminded her it hadn't been all bad. For a few brief moments, the pressure had turned into something very near pleasure, although she couldn't ... wouldn't ... admit it to herself.

"Lynne, I'm waiting. You've been in there long enough. I don't think you want to irritate me and add more to the next part, do you?" Gary half-reclined on the bed, examining the other objects he'd either borrowed from David or bought at the medical supply store on his way home. Eyes slitted as he wondered if he should show them to Lynne. He didn't intend to use them on her, at least not today. David had given him a brief but intensive instruction on how to take his time and help Lynne 'build up,' as he put it.

"Lynne? Now!"

The door clicked open as Lynne sidled into the bedroom. She edged closer to the bed, one hand rubbing her bottom and the other massaging her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the assortment spread over the quilt. "Oh, no. No! No! I ... I ... you ... c ... can't do this to me, Gary!"

She backed away from the bed. With dismay she saw a wooden hairbrush. There were more devices she didn't recognize, but she suspected one was for some type of dreadful enema. It was strange looking ... big. It had some kind of bulb that looked like the one the doctor used to take her blood pressure. She couldn't imagine what that was for. Beside it was an absolutely gigantic blue bag with a long hose. Her education over the last hour told her how that would be used. Next to it was a handle with what looked like three straps attached.

Gary swept everything to the other side of the bed, then stood up. "No, I'm not using any of these on you, at least not today. I'm hoping that I won't ever have to use them, but the next time you don't think and do something foolish or dangerous, I will. It's for your own good, Lynne. Now. I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees. You still have another spanking and a soapy enema." He put his hand on her shoulder and eased her toward the bed. He could feel her stiffness and reluctance and knew she still wasn't going to admit it was for her own good. He wrestled briefly with his conscience, then with gentle hands pushed her down on the bed. "No," he thought. "Jill learned, and Lynne will, too."

He retrieved the enema bag he'd used before and said, "I'm not kidding. Be on your hands and knees when I come back in here, or there'll be another spanking."

Lynne curled on her side and pulled the pillow tight against her. Thoughts swirled through her head, as butterflies galloped through her stomach. In abject misery she tried to resign herself to the fact that Gary wouldn't change his mind and maybe, even though it truly galled her to admit it, maybe he was right. She was positive she'd think very hard in the future before she did anything the least bit careless!

She lay there listening to the water run for an interminable time. With reluctance she moved to her hands and knees when the water stopped. Maybe if she'd cooperate, Gary wouldn't spank her again. But, God, what an embarrassing position. In her entire life she'd never had to kneel naked in front of anybody! Tears started again, even before the bathroom door opened.

"Good girl," Gary said with approval. "I knew you'd see reason. You know I'm only doing this because I love you and don't want to see you hurt or in danger again."

Lynne took a deep breath, started to speak, but decided silence was best. She looked over her shoulder as Gary hung the bulging bag on the bedpost, then shuddered as she realized it was full to the top with a milky liquid. The thought of all that inside her was almost unbearable.

"Now, Lynne. I'm going to make this a little easier for you. I'm going to give you your spanking first and then the enema. I know how much trouble you had with the first one. This is a lot more, so I won't spank you and make you hold it at the same time. But I won't be so lenient the next time, so you'd better hope there won't be a next time!"

Before Lynne had time to think of a reply, she almost collapsed as the paddle connected with her already sore bottom. "Owwwww, Ga ... Gary ... dooon't," she sobbed. "I can't stand it! Please!"

"Craaaccckkk!"

Her breath caught as unbearable fire raced across her bottom. Tears cascaded as her hands twisted and clenched the quilt into accordion pleats. She wailed as three more hard splats connected with her bright red cheeks. The fiery embers intensified into flames even after Gary stopped. She flinched as she felt him rub her back, afraid he would try to touch her bottom.

"Lynne, I know you won't believe me, but I don't like this any more than you do. Lie down for a minute and rest. Would you like me to put some lotion on for you?" He waited a moment to see if she would reply, then got up to get the Jergens.

The bed dipped as he sat beside her, but Lynne kept her face turned away from him. She knew she was being childish. If the lotion would help, she wanted him to smooth it on the terrible fire. She couldn't bring herself to admit it to him, though. She flinched as she felt a circle of coldness on her fiery behind, and then relaxed. She tensed again when Gary's gentle hands smoothed welcome relief over her abused cheeks. Her muscles unclenched as the heat faded, and she sighed in relief.

"Better, babe?"

"Mmmmm."

Gary massaged lazy circles on her buttocks. With infinite slowness, he eased a finger between them. Lynne jumped as his finger just brushed against her anus and then danced away. Warmth began to build inside her. Butterflies shimmered and frolicked in her tummy. She took a deep breath as Gary's finger pressed against her. Lynne was a mass of conflicting emotions. She didn't want his finger there, but she did. She wanted to hate him for what he had done, but she didn't. She really didn't want his finger there ... really, she didn't. Yes, she did! As his insistent finger pressed forward, she pushed back to facilitate its entrance.

A slight smile hovered on Gary's lips as he eased his finger inside her. He began a slow, barely perceptible motion. The smile widened as Lynne pushed back with more intensity, rising onto her knees to give him better access. She gasped as he deepened his insertion. He shifted position to give his free hand access to her tummy.

Her stomach muscles clenched as his fingers tickled across her. Her legs spread further as she rocked against the finger deep inside her. Pleasure blazed through her from an unfamiliar area. Lynne barely noticed his hand tracing its way down her tummy, down to the moist curls below. With frantic movements Lynne rocked against his hand. Gary knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. His finger circled her clitoris with feather-light touches. Lynne made an inarticulate sound and pressed against it. He slid his hand down further, angling so his index finger could tease the outside of her vagina; his thumb continued the gentle circling motion around her hard little button.

Lynne stiffened and shuddered as indescribable heat flashed through her. Waves of pleasure crashed against her. She moaned and nearly collapsed with the intensity, but Gary's hand against her very wet curls kept her on her knees. He smiled as she gasped and tried to catch her breath.

Gary slid his finger from her anus, thumbed open the lid of the K-Y and squeezed a dollop onto the slender tip of the enema tube. With the back of his hand he tested the temperature of the bag to be certain it hadn't cooled too much. His free hand continued to tease across Lynne's lower abdomen. While she was still lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, he slid the slippery enema tip inside her. When she didn't even flinch, he knew she didn't realize what he had done. He held it there for a few seconds, then thumbed the slide all the way open. As he saw the water flow down the clear tubing, he twisted and pressed gently to ease the tip further inside her.

Lynne floated back to earth, satiated from her incredible experience. She felt a strange warmth in her tummy. At first she attributed it to the aftermath of her tremendous climax, and wasn't aware of the water flowing deep inside her. Shock replaced pleasure as pressure grew, and she knew Gary had started her second enema. She attempted to twist away from the hand in the middle of her back. "Gary. That's enough. Stop. It's too much. Don't. Gaaaarrrry."

"Calm down and take a deep breath. Slow, deep breaths will help. You're not even half way there yet and you will take it all."

"I can't!"

Gary massaged her stomach as she gasped with the cramps. "C'mon, breathe through your mouth. Deep. In. Out. Pant if you want to, but don't hold your breath and don't tense. That'll make it worse."

The pressure eased as Lynne followed his instructions. She felt the warmth across the top of her abdomen. She felt so full. As Gary continued the massage, she tried to breathe as he'd instructed. The warm, full feeling intensified, but the cramps eased.

"Better, babe?"

"I guess," she sulked, then twisted to try to see the bag and how much water was left. All she could see was a towel thrown over the bedpost with the tube below it.

"How much more? I'm full now."

"I don't know. I can't see it either. This way you won't know if you're almost done or if you have a lot more. It'll be easier if you think there's not much left."

"Easy for you to say," she muttered.

Gary smiled. He knew she wasn't as uncomfortable as she said. His hand continued the massage across her abdomen, then wandered lower. A sharp inhalation told him she was very aware of his finger a mere centimeter away from her still-throbbing clitoris. With his other hand he withdrew the tube a bit and then pressed it back in. Another sharp gasp and Lynne raised her bottom a bit higher. He chuckled to himself. It was clear to him she felt pleasure, although she would never admit it.

The warmth inside her, Gary's hand on her lower abdomen, the tube in her rectum all combined into a type of pleasure Lynne had never experienced. The mounting pressure intensified her excitement as his finger circled her most sensitive area. Lost in those sensations, she pressed against his hand.

Gary reached back to raise the corner of the towel. He figured that Lynne should be almost through the two quarts. He frowned when he saw there was still almost a quarter left. The full bag would be a lot for Lynne, since it was only her second experience with an enema. Still, he knew that most adults didn't have a problem with that quantity if they didn't fight it. He wondered how long it would take before she started to protest again.

He also wrestled with a dilemma. This was supposed to be punishment, although he hated that word. Lynne shouldn't have pleasure from it. He wanted her to dread a repeat, not anticipate it with pleasure. On the other hand, he didn't want her really uncomfortable.

Gary raised the bag to hasten the flow. He knew it would make her a bit more uncomfortable, but not enough to be painful. His other hand cupped her genital area, then massaged her stomach.

Lynne whimpered as he withdrew his hand and the pressure intensified. Now she was full! Deep breathing didn't help. A merciless ache began to build. She could feel a heaviness across her stomach and down her right side. Cramps gnawed. "Oh, God ... stop. It hurts. Please, Gary. It's enough. It really, really hurts." She struggled against his hand, desperate to reach the tube and pull it out. Tears began as pleasure was replaced by cruel, interminable waves of misery.

Gary pushed her hand away and pressed her shoulders back onto the quilt. "You're almost done, and I'm not stopping. I told you you'd have to take it all. Take a deep breath and don't tense up. You'll make it worse."

"Damn you! I can't wait and it hurts and I'm going to make a mess and if you make me do that I'll make you clean it up!"

Bright pain flashed through her as Gary's hand connected with her bottom. "I told you, don't swear at me! Now you're gonna get another spanking. Do you want this to ever end? It doesn't bother me if we keep it up all night. I imagine you'll have a hard time sitting down, though. There's only about an inch left and you will get it all inside you and you will not have an accident."

Lynne sobbed in earnest as Gary's hand cracked against her, over and over. She muffled her sobs with the quilt. Her bottom burned far worse than it had before when she thought she couldn't stand anymore. The volcano boiled in her stomach.

"OK, that's all."

Lynne sighed against the tear-dampened quilt. As the tube slithered out, she clenched her muscles against the imminent torrent, terrified she wouldn't make it to the bathroom. She had never been so full, although the cramps had eased a bit.

Gary pried apart her tight buttocks, quickly lubricated her and the plug. Coolness at her anus made her clench in desperation. She winced as the plug pushed past her sphincter, not quite convinced even that could hold back the inevitable.

"Relax. I hadn't planned to make you hold this, but you've earned it. You were pretty good till the end, so it's only gonna be five minutes."

Gary eased his hand underneath her again. Fingers danced across her distended abdomen, down to her warm, wet folds. At the same time, he pressed against the plug. His hand swept large circles over her breasts, then down to skim her clitoris.

Lynne felt the uncomfortable heaviness replaced with sharp, bright pleasure. The plug massaged her rectum and triggered sensations she didn't quite understand, but loved. Again, that internal pressure intensified the feelings as Gary massaged her. She pressed into his hand, desperate for release.

Gary moved the plug in a gentle in-and-out motion, his thumb feathered across her swollen, hot clitoris. He leaned forward so his tongue could make warm, wet circles at the base of her spine. Lynne stiffened and gasped as brilliant, white light flashed through her entire body. Again, only Gary's hand under her kept her from collapsing into a warm, breathless mass. Lynne had never felt an orgasm of that intensity. Now she knew what it meant to see stars!

"Still uncomfortable?"

"Wow! That was incredible. I can't believe how it felt."

Gary laughed out loud. "Need help to get to the bathroom? Or did you forget you have to go?"

"Just help me off the bed. Suppose this is what it's like to be pregnant?"

Gary put the pillows back and smoothed the quilt while Lynne was in the bathroom. He put the hairbrush, the paddle and all the other new items back into the bag, and buried it in his bottom dresser drawer. For a second, he thought of leaving the paddle out as a reminder, but decided he'd see if Lynne's attitude had changed. The enema bag and the K-Y were bundled into the towel. He dozed as he waited for her.

Half an hour later Lynne clicked open the door and padded across the floor to stand by the bed.

"OK, babe?"

"No, I'm sore! Why don't we have a padded toilet seat? You have no idea how hard wood is when your bottom hurts." Lynne pouted and winced as she rubbed the soreness. "Wanna rub lotion on it for me?"

Gary sat up and patted the bed. "Lie down." He chuckled. "I was going to say, sit down, but thought maybe that wouldn't be real comfortable right now." He took her hand and eased her onto her stomach beside him. He pulled her onto her side and pressed her head into his shoulder. "You know how much I love you, don't you? I couldn't live if I lost you. I hope you're not too mad. I didn't know what else to do."

"No, I guess I'm not mad; not really, anyway. I know I was stupid. You didn't need to use that paddle, though! It hurt!"

Gary smoothed her hair back, feathered a kiss across her lips and said, "Well, maybe we won't have to use it again. Forgive me? Still love me?"

"Umm hmmm." She pressed against him and sighed. "Mmmm. You feel so good." She hugged him for a minute, then winced as she eased away a bit. She propped her head on one hand and made lazy circles on his chest with the other. "But, you know, it's not fair. You do dumb things, too. Why am I punished when I do? I remember Jill said she spanked David."

Gary rolled over to face her, mimicking her position. "I do not do dumb things. I think before I act and I anticipate the possible repercussions of all my actions. That's the difference between us."

"Oh, really!"

"Of course. I doubt you could think of a single instance where I acted rashly or hastily or did, as you say, 'dumb things.'"

Lynne giggled. "For starters, what about last week? Hmmm? Remember? Geez, talk about dumb!"

Gary rolled to a sitting position and looked at her in surprise. "What about last week? I can't think of anything. If I did something you truly feel is that bad, then you can spank me!"

Lynne poked him in the shoulder; "Lettuce? Ice cream? Remember now?" She punctuated every word with a poke. "Who. Put. The. Lettuce. In. The. Freezer? Who. Put. The Ice. Cream. In. The. Refrigerator?"

With a sheepish grin, Gary said, "Oh, yeah. Well, I had other things on my mind. But that's only once."

Lynne rolled over on her back and cringed as her sore bottom came in full contact with the quilt. "OK. So we're gonna be fair, here. I get to spank you, agreed? But since my hand is smaller than yours and I don't have your strength, I figure it's fair to give you twice as many as you give me."

"Ummm, no. Wait just a minute."

"Yep, that works for me." She tapped her chin with a finger as she mused. "Let's see. I think I'll buy some weights; or maybe I should join the gym. Definitely I gotta build up my strength for the next time you don't do a 'dumb thing!' I'll even be nice to you and get a padded toilet seat. That seat is miserable!"

Gary reached over and pulled Lynne down with him. He pulled her head down so her lips could meet his. He whispered, "Hush, babe. You talk too much. I've got much better ideas right now."