The one dance rule - part 4

Continued from Part 3

Nikki was remembering her last severe punishment strapping while over John's knee for her daily spanking.

“Hey! You there,” John ’s hand lightly smacked the pert round bum across his lap. “You've been gone for two days. Where are you now?”

Nikki turned her head and smiled up at John. “I was thinking how much I love being over your knee and how much I love you,” she said.

“Well,” he said smiling back, “we had better do something about that.”

John reached behind him and pulled out the wooden paddle. He smacked her bottom hard and right across the middle.

“Ouch,” cried Nikki, not expecting such a sharp blow right off.

“I don’t want you blissed out, my dear. I want you to feel this.” And John began to paddle her bottom, gently at first but gradually increasing the speed and the strength of each blow.

Nikki closed her eyes and enjoyed the first wave of stingy heat off her bottom. She and John were going to make glorious love tonight. She was going to ride him and hold him so tight he would have to stay locked with her forever.

The smacks were coming faster and harder. Nikki kicked her feet a bit and tossed her head, loving every smack. John paddled her for a full 20 minutes, stopping occasionally to rub some feeling back into her increasingly tender bottom. When he was finished he dropped the paddle to the floor and massaged her burning cheeks.

“Mmmm, John ,” Nikki said. “I’m so happy to be home. I missed my spankings and I missed your lap. I want to get you to bed so I can show you how happy I am to be here with you.”

John continued rubbing her bottom with one hand while the other ran gently up and down her back.

“Nikki,” he said quietly.

Nikki’s heart stopped. “What, John ? What’s wrong?”

“Nikki, my beautiful errant girl, what did you accomplish on your two days away?”

“Uh oh,” Nikki thought. She knew what he was getting at. She had taken two days away from John to organize her thoughts and prepare a plan for her future. They had agreed that perhaps some time alone would help her to work out her own goals.

“Well, John ,” she started in tentatively. “I might not have done as much as I hoped to accomplish, but I did make a good start.

“I’ve laid out some goals and how I want to get there. I’ve made lists of things I need to do…”

“So why did you call me ‘sir’ in your email then,” John countered. “One, you know better than to call me ‘sir’ when you are not in the spanking position. You understand that getting into that habit might reveal us to our friends and we don’t want that, do we Nikki?”

“No, sir,” Nikki said weakly, recognizing the absurdity that she was indeed in the spanking position right now.

“Uh huh, you called me ‘sir’ because you were feeling guilty about, and this is two, not doing what you were there to do. You were to come back here with a clear head knowing exactly what you needed and wanted, weren’t you?

“Yes, sir,” Nikki felt a little sick to her stomach. Was she going to be punished further? It sounded like it. But he had just spanked her for 20 minutes! That was far longer than he normally spanked her.

“Right darling, you didn’t live up to your end of the bargain, so you need to be punished for that.”

“Oh John , please” cried Nikki, “You’ve just paddled me for a long time! My bottom feels hot enough to barbeque on.”

“Well, my dear, it’s going to get hotter,” John said grimly. “You’ve got another twenty strokes coming to you.

“Ten with the strap for calling me sir, followed by ten with the hairbrush for not accomplishing what you said you would.”

“ John , no,” Nikki felt tears coming to her eyes. “Please, that’s too much.”

“Be quiet Nikki,” he ordered. “That’s your punishment and you will accept it.”

Nikki dropped her head knowing better than to argue any further. She heard John reaching for the short strap with the stingy bite.

The warmth of John’s strong thighs warmed her naked belly and the roughness of his jeans rubbed against her soft skin. Here, across John’s lap, Nikki felt secure, safe and loved. She sighed and wiggled a bit. Her waist brushed against the hard metal of his belt buckle and she shivered.

“Well, it could be a lot worse,” she thought as the strap smacked hard across her sore bottom.

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The one dance rule - part 3

Continued from Part 2

“All right then, little one, go up to the study and prepare yourself.” John lifted her from his lap and put her on her feet. “I will be up in a few minutes and I expect you to be ready for a strapping.”

Nikki went up the stairs quietly. She was determined to take this punishment and prove to John that she trusted him and that he could trust her. In the study she quickly undressed. Completely naked, she leaned over the polished oak desk with the edge biting into her elbows and her forearms extending along the top. She lowered her head and rested her feverish forehead on the desk’s cool surface and waited for John to come in.

He didn’t make her wait long. Nikki heard him slowly coming up the stairs and along the hall to the study. He walks like he’s tired, she thought, and then realized how disappointed he must be in her. She felt tears come to her eyes at how she must have frightened him. She loved John with all her heart and she would never do anything to hurt him.

But she had. She had not obeyed the rule he made to protect her, and it almost cost her dearly. Nikki was horribly ashamed of herself and she knew that the strap that would soon be biting her flesh was the only thing that would help release her from this terrible guilt. She longed to be across his lap for this. She wanted to hold his leg while he beat her so she could feel the comfort of his body as the waves of pain crossed her mind and soul.

But John understood that making Nikki stand on her own to endure this punishment was the only way she would learn to take responsibility for her actions. He hadn’t been there to protect her from that man tonight, and he wasn’t going to be there for her to lean on while she suffered the consequences of her behaviour.

Nikki heard John unbuckle his belt behind her. Her stomach tightened into a knot and she steadied herself against the desk.

“Arch your back, Nikki,” John said and Nikki heard the belt being pulled from its loops around his waist.

She pressed her hips upward, giving him complete access to her bum and upper thighs. She heard him snap the belt a few times to test its weight. It made a swishing sound in the air and Nikki felt an electrical shock run from her centre to the rest of her body.

“How many for lying, Nikki,” asked John.

“Ten, sir,” she responded barely able to speak.

“And how many for endangering yourself,” he asked in a darker tone.

Nikki couldn’t speak. Her voice failed to work as she trembled and tears dropped on the desk.

“How many, Nikki,” John ’s voice was louder and angry this time.

“Twen…twenty four, sir,” she whispered.

“That’s right. Twenty four. Count them, Nikki”

And the first blow fell hard across the top of her bum. It burned like brand and Nikki resisted the urge to jump up.

“One, sir.”
The next blow fell just below the first one. Nikki felt pain exploding along her bottom and she struggled to not cry out.

“Two, sir.”

John laid a line of six stripes from the top of her bum to mid thigh. Then he went back and crossed the first set with another line of six. Nikki screamed and shook. She fought to remain standing as the blows fell steadily, biting into her flesh.

“Twelve, sir.”

They came and they came. Nikki wasn’t sure where she was in the count anymore. She knew crisscrosses of welts were crimson red across her entire backside and that in the morning they would be bruises. She also knew that when this was all over, John would order her to bed, but he’d come behind her with a cool lotion to soothe the pain and then hold her all night long.

At twenty strokes, Nikki broke down and began to sob. Her knees buckled and she sunk to the floor. She kneeled on the carpet, clinging to the edge of the desk. Her body heaved with sobs punctuated with gasps for air. Her stomach churned and her flesh she felt seared, as if a bucket of burning coal had been dropped on her.

John stopped his arm, stood back and waited.

“Four more Nikki,” he said calmly after a moment. “Get back into position and count them please.”

“Please no,” she cried. “I can’t. I can’t.” And she burst into fresh tears.

“Get back into position and count them please,” John repeated.

Nikki took a deep breath and pulled herself to her feet. She groaned and resumed her position over the desk.

John gave her the last four licks of the belt quickly and not as hard as before. He helped her straighten up, then held her for a few minutes while she clung to him and cried. Murmuring praise for her bravery, he helped her to bed.

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The one dance rule - part 2

Continued from Part 1

When John was angry enough at her to use the belt, Nikki was required strip naked and bend over his desk in the study. Supporting herself with her elbows, Nikki would arch her back on John’s command to expose the full length of her bottom and thighs. From behind her John would lash her repeatedly along these tender zones. No matter how much she wailed and cried, he would strap her until he was convinced she had learned her lesson.

The last time Nikki had been forced to endure the bite of that belt was just two weeks ago. John had given her permission to join her friends at a club to go dancing. He was busy with work projects and Nikki begged him to let her go and spend some time with her friends. He smiled at her eagerness, but waved a stern finger in her face.

“Remember the rule, Nikki,” he said. “Only one dance per partner. You know why.”

Nikki nodded at him. She did know why. A long time ago, Nikki’s friends had nicknamed her “Barbie” after the famous doll. It wasn’t hard to see why. Nikki was tall with long blonde hair and large round breasts. She had a slender waist, shapely legs “that went to China” as old lover had once said, and a sassy cute bottom atop them.

Men had always bothered Nikki. Complete strangers would chase her down the street to talk to her. Until John came along, Nikki had found herself in some frightening situations when a man would try and force his attentions on her. John made the one man-one dance rule to keep any of the many dance partners she got from getting the wrong idea about her.

But that night two weeks ago, when Nikki and her friends arrived at the club, they were surprised to find it practically empty and very few available dance partners. The women were forced to dance with each other, giggling over their predicament. When a tall handsome man approached Nikki and asked her to dance, she gladly accepted. He was a wonderful dancer. He held her lightly and professionally as he spun her around the dance floor.

He told Nikki about his business as a land developer and complemented her on her dancing skills. He was polite and kind, so when he asked her to dance again as the next piece began, she thought it would be all right. This time though, he began telling Nikki tales about his past sexual conquests. Apparently, there had been many. He boasted that women never said no to him because he was so rich.

Nikki was bored by the change in conversation and when the second dance ended she said goodbye and moved to return to her friends. But the man grabbed her arm and insisted she stay and dance again. She tried to break free, but he gripped her arm.

“Listen, my lovely,” he hissed in her ear. “Don’t toy with me. I want you to dance another dance with me.”

Nikki struggled with him until another couple noticed a problem and intervened. When the man let go of her arm, Nikki quickly left the dance floor. She rushed to the table where her friends were chatting and hadn’t noticed anything. She gathered her purse and sweater, made hasty excuses and fled the club. She hailed a taxi and didn’t breathe again until the club was blocks behind her.

At home, John met her at the door. He knew something was wrong when the taxi pulled up at least an hour before Nikki was expected home. He pulled her to his chest when he saw her distressed face and held her. Nikki burst into tears and sobbed as she leaned against him.

“Come on in Nikki,” murmured soothingly into her hair, “come in and tell me what happened.” He picked up the trembling woman in his arms and carried her to the couch. John cradled Nikki on his lap as she told him the whole story, wiping away her tears with his hand.

By time she was finished telling the story to John, she was calmer. It never occurred to her to lie to him. She knew she was in trouble for breaking the one dance rule, but she always told John the truth because she cared for his respect for her. John held her close and said, “thank god you are all right. I’m so scared of losing you one day, Nikki.”

He held her without speaking for a few minutes, stroking her hair and cuddling her close.

“Nikki,” he began suddenly. “You know what is going to happen now, don’t you?”

“You are going to punish me for breaking the rule,” Nikki said quietly, her eyes on her toes.

“Yes dear,” he said quietly, “and this is a serious one. You endangered yourself with that man. Thank god those people intervened or who knows what would have happened.”

“I’m sorry John. ” Nikki started sobbing again.

“I know you are,” he said calmly,” but you must be punished. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir ,” she said quietly.

“All right then, little one, go up to the study and prepare yourself.” John lifted her from his lap and put her on her feet. “I will be up in a few minutes and I expect you to be ready for a strapping.”

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The one dance rule - part 1

Nikki was in the place she loved the most. The warmth of John’s strong thighs warmed her naked belly and the roughness of his jeans rubbed against her soft skin. Here, across John’s lap, Nikki felt secure, safe and loved.

“Everyday, I forget how beautiful you are,” John said, as ran his hands along her back, squeezing her bottom gently and stroking her thighs. He had a few calluses on his palms that lightly scratched Nikki’s skin and sent tingles along her spine. “I’ve missed you, dear heart.”

Two days Nikki had been gone. She had never been apart from John that long before and she had missed him badly. But it was all right now. She was back, she was across his lap and John was going to spank her, the way he did everyday after supper.

Nikki called these daily spankings her love bites, but an amused John referred to the sessions as daily reminders. “To keep you in line, m’lady,” he’d growl with mock ferociousness.

She wondered if he’d spank her with his hand or the paddle. Sometimes he used both, it depended on his mood and Nikki enjoyed the suspense of not knowing what was going to happen as she lowered her panties and settled on his lap every evening.

Nikki sighed happily and wiggled a bit on John’s lap. Her waist brushed against the hard metal of his belt buckle and she shivered. He wore that belt everyday and Nikki didn’t like it. It was a thick black leather belt, two inches wide, with a big square silver buckle. John would only remove that belt from his pants for one of two reasons.

Once a week he took it out and oiled with a special product he had imported from Germany. He would spend half an hour every Saturday afternoon rubbing the belt with a soft cloth admiring its sheen and suppleness. Nikki’s tummy would quail whenever she saw him handle the belt because the only other time John would take it off was to strap her soundly for a major infraction. Memories of those occasions made Nikki’s stomach hurt.

Nikki was regularly punished by John for minor things, like sassing or being late. Minor infractions were dealt with after the daily spanking while she was still across John’s knee. After the paddle was put away, out would come either the hairbrush or the short strap and Nikki’s already burning bottom would be treated to many more hard strokes, usually until she cried.

Nikki didn’t like the hairbrush or strap, but at least she was across John’s loving lap and the security of his warm body against her skin kept her from being afraid.

When the belt came out, however, there was no warm lap to lie across. When John was angry enough at her to use the belt, Nikki was required strip naked and bend over his desk in the study. Supporting herself with her elbows, Nikki would arch her back on John’s command to expose the full length of her bottom and thighs. From behind her John would lash her repeatedly along these tender zones. No matter how much she wailed and cried, he would strap her until he was convinced she had learned her lesson.

The last time Nikki had been forced to endure the bite of that belt was just two weeks ago. John had given her permission to join her friends at a club to go dancing. He was busy with work projects and Nikki begged him to let her go and spend some time with her friends. He smiled at her eagerness, but waved a stern finger in her face.

“Remember the rule, Nikki,” he said. “Only one dance per partner. You know why.”

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