She answered him after what seemed like a long time.  "I'm truly sorry, Brin.
Can't we forget this? I will never do it again, honestly, and I won't swear
ever again."  She couldn't believe she had said that or how meek she had
sounded while saying it.  

She was now trapped, totally, with there only being the one option which was to
let him spank her.  

After a few minutes, Brin stood up and walked to the table and pulled a chair
away from it a little bit.  Then he turned it around and sat down,  looking her
in the eyes, and said, "NO, we can't, young lady.  In my opinion, you need
this, and you are going to get it.  Now come here, as I can't spank you over
there, can I, Lena?"

Lena froze for a few seconds.  Her heart was pounding and she was shaking as
she struggled to stand up.  She eventually managed to walk slowly over to him,
feeling her bottom under her skirt and the panties encasing it like she had
never felt them before.  She felt very wobbly on her feet when she arrived in
front of him.

Seconds later, she felt his hands on her short skirt, rolling it up.  "You
think you can do as you please, don't you, Lena?"  She felt the skirt being
tucked into its own waistband and felt herself being pulled gently this way and
that as he did so.  "Well, that changes right now, from this minute, young
lady,  as after I..."  She felt his fingers inserted into the waistband of her
knickers and jerked away from him.  "Please, Brin, please, not bare.  I will
behave, I will," she cried.  

At that, Brin stood up and pulled her to him, bent over so that he had a clear
view of the backs of her thighs.  He spanked each one hard-SMACK SMACK-then sat
back down.  "And you will stay still-and quiet-Lena, while I prepare you for
your punishment, do you understand?"  

Lena didn't answer and he smacked the front of her left leg-SMACK-"and I expect
an answer, young lady!"  "OWWW, OUCHH, I will, I will, Brin, honest," she said
as the sting sank into her legs front and back.  Then she felt his fingers
reinserted into the waistband of her knickers and felt them being drawn down
over her bottom.  Through the fog in her head, she heard him say, "Bare bottom,
I said, and bare bottom it will be, young lady," as she felt the panties pulled
to her knees and tugged from between her legs where they had been momentarily
trapped.  She blushed at the thought of what he was doing to her, but kept her
eyes scrunched tightly shut.  She desperately wanted this to be over with and
finished now.

Before she knew it, she was being pulled to his left side and found it a
struggle to walk with the restriction of her knickers at her knees.  Then she
was lowered over his lap and felt his hand on her bottom.  He fondled the
bottom a bit and asked her, "So, has this naughty bottom ever been spanked
then, Lena?"  "No, Brin, n-n-no, it hasn't.  Please don't, don't spank me," she
was really shocked at her words and her voice.  Here she was, usually so cocky
and never one to back down, pleading now just like a naughty little girl about
to have her bare bottom spanked.  

She knew that she looked the part too, in her miniskirt, ankle socks, and tight
tee shirt.   The thing was, she really did regret her words and  attitude and
everything that had happened at this precise moment in time.  But, she also
felt a distinct tingle of excitement.  This was, after all, precisely what she
had been after with her curiosity and all for the last three weeks.  Now it was
going to happen for real and not just in her thoughts.

Soon she felt him raise his hand.  As he did so, he looked at the inviting bare
bottom before him and knew he needed to teach her a proper lesson, one she
would really remember.  But, he also knew it was her first spanking ever, so he
started out not too hard, but not too soft either.   Smack, smack.   "I think
you will be one sorry young lady soon, Lena."   Smack, smack.  He said this as
he spanked each cheek in turn up and down, feeling her bounce, and 'oh' and
'ah' under him.  He knew that when he spanked harder she would squirm and cry
from the sting.

"Ohh, ahhh, okay, okay, you've made your point, Brin," she said.  He raised his
hand somewhat higher now and-SMACK SMACK-"and your swearing and"-SMACK
SMACK-"attitude, young lady,"-SMACK SMACK-"I think you will not want to swear
or"-SMACK SMACK-"flirt again, will you?"  "YEOWWW, OUCHHH," she felt her eyes
puffing up with crying now, and was wriggling and kicking too.  

In reply, he simply gripped her more tightly around the waist and aimed his
spanks to the spot where the bottom meets the thighs, and started in again.
SMACK SMACK-"and"-SMACK-"if"-SMACK.  "OWWWCH, NOOOO, stop, stop," she started
to cry more loudly now, and tried to protect her stinging bottom with her hands
as the intensity of the spanking, especially aimed as it was where her bottom
met her thighs, took its toll on her.  

Impatiently, he grabbed her arms and pinned them into the small of her back and
resumed his spanking again.  SMACK-"Will you"-SMACK, SMACK-"ever swear"-SMACK
SMACK-"or flirt"-SMACK-"with me"-SMACK SMACK-"again? I think"-SMACK-"you know
what to expect, don't you,"-SMACK, SMACK-"Lena, if you do." He spanked her
harder now, once on each cheek.   SMACKKK SMACKKK!  "Well? I want an answer,
Lena!" he said as he stood her up.  "YES, YES," she was blubbering and hopping
from foot to foot.  As she did so, he could see all her secret places.  

She knew she was showing everything, but didn't care.  She only wanted to get
rid of the sting in her bottom and ease the pain.  As she rubbed her bottom
with one hand, she wiped her eyes with the other and could just see him looking
at her.  Then she stopped hopping and her arms fell to her sides until she
suddenly realized that he could see all of her since her knickers had slipped
off her feet during the spanking.  Quickly, she put her hands down in an
attempt to cover herself up.  

Meanwhile, Brin thought a little humiliation was called for, and said to her,
"There's no need to cover up now, Lena.  I saw everything when you were hopping
from foot to foot, didn't I?  So, young lady, hands by your side, now!" he said
sternly.  

Lena obeyed him, looking at the floor, not wanting any more spanks on her legs
or bottom, and said "I am, am, truly sorry, Brin, I really am and..." but she
didn't get to finish.  He interrupted her and said, "Well, I'm afraid for your
sake that I am not finished, Lena, with your naughty bottom just yet.  That was
a mere hand spanking and I think you need more to really drive the lesson home
to you."  

Lena started to cry again.  "No, no, please, you can't.  I'm so sore already,
Brin, really I am!"  She was sniffling and crying again, the tears running down
her cheeks.  She thinking of and dreading more spanking when he said to her,
"You know the hairbrush I bought you for Christmas last year, don't you, Lena?"
She froze, exclaiming to him through her tears, "You mean the heavy walnut one
that's more like a clothes brush, Brin?"  "Yes, that's the one exactly, young
lady.  I want you to fetch it for me now, Lena."  He raised his hand in front
of her, and she cried more and scampered off to retrieve it. 

"Well, that is if I go back down at all," she thought, picking up the brush,
when she heard him shout up behind her, "And if you keep me waiting or are
thinking of staying up there, Lena, and I have to come and fetch you, I will
give you double what I intend already to give you.  So you'd better think twice
about that, hadn't you?"  

She did think about it, and simply couldn't believe the way he anticipated
everything she might do.  She also knew now that she would not dare do as she
had been thinking, but instead would go straight back down to him.  "Well, I am
waiting," he had started to say when he heard her feet on the stairs coming
down.  

For the first time ever, she was intensely aware of the hairbrush in her hands.
Always before it had just been a brush, but now it was something that was going
to be brought down on her bare bottom, and hard.  She ran her hand over the
large wooden back of the brush.  It felt so smooth and cool, not at all like
her bottom was feeling at this moment, as it was red and hot and rough-or at
least that is what she thought it felt like.  She was also certain that it was
twice its normal size, and was wondering what the brush would feel like as it
spanked her bottom.   All too soon, she shivered and found herself at the
bottom of the stairs.  

Having come this far, she was finding it hard to complete the journey to where
he sat waiting for her, a stern look on his face.  She struggled to keep
moving, her legs feeling like lead until finally she was there in front of him
holding the brush in both her hands.  "That's a good girl," he said, "now give
me the brush, Lena, so we can get this over with, young lady."  

Afraid of the hairbrushing, Lena didn't want to give it to him and started
crying again.  "Come on, Lena, your tears don't impress me, young lady.  You
know you've needed this spanking for a long while, don't you?  And now you're
getting it.  So don't make it worse on yourself; just give me the brush NOW."
She jumped at his raised voice and handed him the brush, feeling her tummy
tighten again, and hearing her words as if they came from someone else.  "No,
please, I've learned my lesson, Brin, please, please..." but she was led
inexorably to his left side again.  

She didn't want to move but as if in a dream, she was pulled over his knees
again and then felt him adjust her on his lap to position her bottom high and
tight for the dreaded brush.  TAP TAP-"I'm glad I bought you this now," he
said. TAP TAP-"I didn't think of spanking you with it before, Lena, but I am
sure it will finish the lesson off nicely, don't you think so?"  TAP TAP TAP.
"Well Lena?"  "Yes, yes, it will, Brin, but please don't," she was sniffling
still.  

"Now, young lady, do I need to pin your arms again, and maybe your legs, or
will you try to take this like a big girl, Lena?"  TAP TAP.  The  torture of
his words and the tapping made Lena recognize her helplessness as she dangled
over his knees.   "I will try to be still, Brin, I will, but please..."   "Then
to help you, why don't you grip the leg of the chair with you hands, Lena,
while I complete your punishment?"  Grateful for any possible help, she did so,
only just in time as he raised the brush in the air above her bottom and paused
for a minute before bringing it down hard on her right cheek then on alternate
cheeks.  CRACKK-"OWWWw"-CRACKK CRACKK CRACKK CRACKKK-"please, please, NO,
NO"-CRACK CRACK.  

All at once, she let go of the chair leg and tried to get her hands back to
cover her bottom just as the brush was coming down and it caught her fingers.
She immediately pulled them back down, but was crying and kicking hard now.  In
reply, he spanked once on the back of each leg-CRACK, CRACK-"and keep these
legs still unless you want more, young lady, understand me?"   

CRACK CRACK-he was back to her bottom again.  She tried to keep still and not
kick, but it wasn't easy.  The brush was really stinging, and she felt like her
bottom would explode with the heat.  The tears were coming fast now and she was
sobbing pitifully as-CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK-the brush relentlessly did its
work of disciplining her bottom.

CRACK CRACK-she was broken now and lay limp as he spanked her the last few
times-CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK-then it was over.  At last he had stopped and she
was uncontrollably crying and weeping.  

In just a moment, she felt herself being turned over on his lap and cuddled to
him.  Her bottom was on fire and she winced at the feel of his trousers under
it as he hugged her.  Nonetheless, all of a sudden, she felt at peace with the
world and empty inside of all the things she had ever done wrong.  She realized
that he had been right.  She had needed this spanking and, what's more, had
needed it to be hard to break her will and make her meek and mild towards
others.  Although she was still crying hard and hiccuping back her sobs, she
managed to say, "Thank you, Brin, thank you.  I needed that, and I'm so, so
sorry for what I did."  With that, she kissed him on the cheek lightly.  

As she kissed him, Brin felt the wet tears running down her face.  He  took a
tissue from the table and gently wiped her eyes for her.  "Okay, now, now,
Lena, you're forgiven.  We won't talk of this any more.  I only hope I don't
have to repeat this again, don't you?"  "Oh, you won't, Brin, believe me!" she
said.  

But Brin knew better.  All naughty girls say the same thing in this situation
and at this moment in time, when they have just been spanked long and hard.  He
smiled to himself, wondering if he would spank her again soon-- or later.