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199 lines
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Hi, honey. Come on in and have a seat.
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It's been three months now, and I just wanted to see how you've been doing
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with your promise to quit smoking.
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Oh, really? That's wonderful. I'm *so* proud of you. But there's just
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one little thing I wanted to mention...
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I got a phone call an hour or so ago. Someone told me that they saw you
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smoking out in the back yard, behind the storage shed. No, never mind who
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told on you. Is it true?
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Oh, good, what a relief. Well, then, I'm sure you won't mind letting me
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take a quick sniff of your fingers and your breath. Hold still. I said
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hold still!
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::sigh:: Honey, I *really* wish you hadn't done this. That *was* you out
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there smoking. I can smell it on you quite plainly.
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No -- no excuses. You broke your promise. You sneaked outside behind my
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back to do it. And you lied to me about it. Is that the way we deal with
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each other in this household?
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Tears are not going to make the slightest bit of difference here. You
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screwed up. You risked your health and our relationship. What do you
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think I ought to do about it?
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Yes, of course... I'm sure you think you'll never do it again. But that's
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what you told me the last time, and here we are. Obviously, a promise
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doesn't mean much to you, does it? So what are we going to do to make a
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bigger impression on you this time?
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A spanking? You think a simple spanking is punishment enough for breaking
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a promise... *and* deceitfulness... *and* lying?
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Neither do I. I think you're in for something considerably more
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impressive than a few swats on the backside, missy. Are you prepared to
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submit to a real punishment?
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Very well. If I get total cooperation from you, perhaps we'll be able to
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be friends again at the end of what you're about to get. If not, of
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course...
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Good. I applaud your intent. However, I warn you, you are *not* going to
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like this even a little bit.
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Remove your clothes, now. I said NOW!
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*ALL* of them!
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Very good. Now, come over here to this chair. That's right, you've done
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this before. Bend over the back. Good, now give me your hands.
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Of course you think you'll hold still. I promise you, though, missy, you
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will *not* be able to hold still for this. Now, give me your hands before
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I change my mind!
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There. Are those ropes comfortable? Not cutting off circulation? Good.
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Now for your ankles... spread those legs, please... wider...
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Excellent. Please do me the favor of struggling just a bit so I can make
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sure you are securely tied. No? Let me provide a small incentive...
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There, that's better. Lovely. Looks like you're there for the duration.
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Now, just to set the scene... you remember this old friend, don't you? We
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had a bit of a hard time getting it in last time, but I'm sure you will
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present no such difficulty today. Let me prepare it... there. Now...
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relax those muscles... I said RELAX them... that's good.
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What are you crying about? I've given you nothing to cry about yet...
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you'll be crying plenty, later. There... very good... I knew you could
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take this if you wanted to.
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Well, of *course* it burns. Girls who keep their promises get the regular
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lube. We keep Ben Gay around for girls who don't.
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Good. *Very* good, in fact. You are now ready to accept your punishment,
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right?
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RIGHT?
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SAY IT, missy. Tell me that you're ready to accept your punishment!
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Very well. This punishment will be divided into three parts: First, for
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smoking -- which is bad for your health and is a breach of a promise to
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me. Second, for your furtive ugly little sneaking around, which is
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beneath you. And third, worst of all, for lying -- for turning our
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relationship into betrayal and deceit.
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Do you agree?
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Good. For the first part, I decided that since you enjoy burning plants
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so much, it is your turn to be burned by some plants in return. Yes...
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just in case that phone call turned out to be true, I took the liberty of
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picking a nice bouquet of nettles.
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Yes. Well, of course it's going to hurt. Here's a suggestion: when it
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burns, just think of the burn of that filthy cigarette smoke going into
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your lungs.
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Feel it? Feel the burn? The itch? On your lying bottom? On your
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thighs? On your pussy? Yes, missy, it *is* awful. It *should* be awful.
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And it's going to get much, much worse.
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Oh, that's lovely. Your bottom is turning red as flame. And little white
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blisters all over it. Feel them? Here, have some more...
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There. Now I hardly need tell you that if all you had done was smoked a
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cigarette, your punishment would be over now. But for your deceitfulness
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and your lying, it's only just beginning.
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I'm going to give that nettle rash two minutes to reach its full burn, and
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then, missy, you will feel the paddle...
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[two minute intermission -- go get yourself a cup of coffee, gang!]
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All right, missy, your time is up. How is that bottom doing? Oh,
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perfect... just a little pinch, and *such* a dramatic reaction. Imagine
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how the paddle is going to feel.
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Oh, stop that crying. You'll have plenty to cry about in just a moment.
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Very well. For sneakiness and deceit, you will receive forty hard strokes
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of the paddle. These holes over that rash should create an interesting
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effect. No, you don't have to count them; I hardly think you will be able
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to. Prepare yourself...
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There, that's eight. One-fifth of the total. What do you mean you can't
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stand it? You don't have much choice, do you? Get ready... the next
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sixteen are going to be harder...
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All right, blow your nose. Here's a hanky. A drink of water? Of course,
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just a moment. There, better?
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Sixteen to go. Since your bottom is starting to look a bit shredded, most
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of these will be on your thighs... no?... you'd rather have more on your
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bottom? Well, those are your only two choices. Never mind, I'll use
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both...
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... three... two... ONE! Good. Catch your breath, then let me hear an
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apology for your deceit.
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Apology accepted. Now, missy, you know the penalty for lying.
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Well, of course. Surely you didn't think you were going to get less than
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the standard, just because you were foolish enough to make other mistakes
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along with your lie.
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What do you mean I can't? I can, and I will. Twelve strokes of the cane
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on your lying bottom, as hard as I can. Thirty second intervals. Get
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ready, damn you.
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ONE!
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... TWO!
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... THREE!
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Fine. If you never forgive me, I'll just have to live with it. But you
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are *not* escaping one single stroke of this punishment, missy.
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... FOUR!
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... FIVE!
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A few stripes on your thighs now, I think...
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... SIX!
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... SEVEN!
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And on the other one...
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... EIGHT!
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... NINE!
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Let's get this over with, shall we? The last three all in a row...
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TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!
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There. Would you care to offer another apology for your lie?
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Accepted, my love. Let me loosen those ropes... ah, yes...
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Here... it's a washcloth soaked in ice water... here, honey, let me clean
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you up. Oh, not too bad, just a couple of places where the skin is
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broken... we'll get you some Band-Aids in a sec...
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Oh, honey, I love you *so* much... I just can't stand the idea of you
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making yourself sick... or even killing yourself...
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Please don't ever make me do this to you again...
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Upstairs to bed? Are you sure? Well, if you insist...
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[fade out]
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