Don’t give up now – we’re down to just a few more entries in the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest …
“What Goes Around Comes Around”
Surrounded by friends gathered to celebrate her birthday, Lindsey closed her eyes, a serene expression taking over her features. Her face showed animation, the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth revealing hope for the future. Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and blew out the candles that covered her birthday cake, silently thanking Mr. Edwards, her band director, for continually reinforcing lessons in breath control throughout her years of playing the trumpet in the school band. As the last candle to gave up its flame, applause erupted from the onlookers.
“What did you wish for?” her best friend Sherry asked.
“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” Lindsey protested.
“Oh, come on, Lindsey,” Andrea cajoled. “You already made the wish. What you do now won’t affect it one way or the other.”
“Well . . . okay. That makes sense,” Lindsey agreed. “I wished that I would win this lawsuit.”
“Attagirl!” Sherry gripped her friend in a sideways hug, emphasized by gentle backslaps. “I could see you arming yourself with optimism just before you blew out the candles. We all wish that for you, too. Winning the first one was a major victory.”
“Yeah, you deserved to come out on top in that one. You fought hard to prove what they did was wrong,” Mindy echoed. “I’m so glad you beat out that—” she paused, searching for the right word.
“Temper, temper, Mindy,” Sherry chided.
“Well, I was gonna say ‘witch,’ ” Mindy defended herself.
“Oh, sure,” Sherry said skeptically. “We could hear what you were thinking.”
Everyone laughed. Though all the guests at the party were good friends, these four—Lindsey, Sherry, Andrea, and Mindy—had known each other since they were toddlers. Though they had different interests, their close friendship had endured through the years.
As Mindy removed the candles and Andrea brought paper plates, Lindsey busied herself cutting the cake, placing each portion on a plate Andrea held steady. “By tomorrow afternoon I should know the outcome. Mark will be in the courtroom for moral support. I’ll call Sherry as soon as I find out. We’ll get word to everyone.”
“Who wants ice cream?” Mindy asked the group.
“People always ask that, and it’s a very silly question. Everyone always wants ice cream.” Andrea’s pronouncement met with a chorus of affirmative comments.
“Bring your plates over here,” Mindy directed. “There’s room for a scoop or two next to the cake.”
“Good thinking,” Sherry complimented.
Later, after most of the guests had left and the party remains had been cleaned up, the hostesses relaxed in the living room. Indicating her concern, Andrea asked, “What’s your feeling about how the trial’s been going?”
“I’m optimistic,” Lindsey said, “but I know it’s not good to get my hopes up too high. I gave concise answers, but the other side didn’t. I actually saw one of the jurors fold her arms across her chest and frown when the “witch” testified. I’m thinking they were sympathetic to my side. Oh, and every time my attorney objected, his objection was sustained, but all of the other side’s objections were overruled, every one of them.
“Well, it’s about time to head home,” Sherry announced. “I’m really glad all of us could get together. It’s been a fun time. I just had a thought: If you win tomorrow, we’ll need to celebrate that, too! Anyway, I hope you can relax and get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
“I plan to do just that. I’m going over to see Mark in a little while. He’s taking me out to dinner for my birthday, and then we’ll go back to his house for dessert.”
“ ‘Dessert,’ huh?” Andrea teased.
“Well, you know, our favorite dessert.” Lindsey said. “ ‘Rump roast.’ ”
They all laughed. Lindsey’s friends moved toward the front door and hugged all around, amid comments of “Take care,” “I’ll be thinking about you,” and “I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
When they had left, Lindsey went to her bedroom and opened the closet door to take out the clothes she had decided to wear to dinner. She went into the bathroom, undressed, and showered. When she was finished washing, brushing her teeth, dressing, and putting on makeup, she called her boyfriend to let him know she was about to leave.
She covered the five miles to Mark’s house at a moderate speed. She turned into his double driveway and parked next to his car. He greeted her at the door with a strong, comfortable hug and a kiss.
“So, where are you taking me for dinner?” Lindsey asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Mark answered with a smirk. “You’ll like it.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Mark got his suit coat and put it on. “All set?” Lindsey smiled in reply and he walked her to the door and opened it for her. He walked with her to the passenger’s side and opened the door. When she was settled, he went to the driver’s side and got in.
As Mark backed out of the driveway, Lindsey asked, “How about a little hint?”
“There’s a blindfold in the glove compartment,” Mark countered. “It will help you stop asking questions, just in case you can’t stop by yourself.”
“I’ll hush,” she said.
A few minutes later, he turned into the parking lot of Jackson’s Restaurant. “Wow, Mark.” Lindsey exclaimed. “I’ve never been here, but this is supposed to be the ultimate dining experience.”
He parked and went to open her door, saying, “I thought it was appropriate for a celebration like this.”
“Oh, thank you. I feel like a queen just to be brought here.”
“I hope so,” he murmured as he put his arm around her shoulders.
They were seated in a secluded area and leisurely enjoyed an excellent prime rib dinner. After they had both finished their meal, Mark asked, “Are you ready for dessert?” Receiving Lindsey’s mischievous smile in answer, he signaled their waiter for the check. Walking back to the car, Mark put his arm around her and asked, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m pretty tense. I’m counting on you to help me with that.”
“I’ll do my best,” he promised.
“Your best has always been enough in the past,” she said, looking up at him and then laying her head against his chest.
He helped her into the passenger’s seat and took his place behind the wheel. They drove in silence to his house.
As he opened the front door for Lindsey, she asked, “Bedroom or den?”
“Bedroom, I think,” he answered.
She went to his bedroom and began taking off her clothes, while Mark hung up his suit, threw his shirt into a hamper, and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. He sat down on the bed and watched Lindsey remove everything but her panties. She walked to him and lay across his lap.
“I’m going to do something different,” he told her. He showed her a short paddle made of beautiful light-colored wood. “I’m going to use just paddles. It will be the warmup and the spanking.”
“Ouch, it hurts already,” she said.
“No, I’ll go easy at first, and you’ll be okay later when it’s harder.”
“Okay, if you say so,” she answered doubtfully.
He began with swats so light they could hardly be called spanks, moving to different areas of her bottom and the upper part of her thighs to make sure every spot received attention. She lay comfortably across his lap, finding a surprising level of enjoyment in the sensation. After two or three minutes, he stopped and began rubbing her bottom and thighs gently. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, exposing the bare skin of her bottom.
“Hmm, not very pink yet. That’s okay; we’ve got plenty of time. How do you feel?”
She answered, “I feel great. What you’re doing feels really nice.”
He picked up the paddle again and resumed spanking her gently, making sure to spread his attention to all areas. “How does that feel?” he asked her, rubbing her skin gently.
“It’s wonderful. I didn’t know a paddle could feel like this. All this time I thought I was allergic to wood.”
Mark laughed out loud. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, since this isn’t a naughty girl spanking.”
He rubbed her bottom a little longer and then began spanking again. Almost imperceptibly, he began to increase the force of the swats. He listened for verbal reactions from Lindsey and watched for flinching, relying on her indication of distress to guide the amount of force he used. A few minutes later, he paused and began rubbing her bottom again. “How are you doing,” he asked.
“It feels strange,” she replied. “It doesn’t hurt, but my bottom feels real hot.”
“Well, this could be a sample of what hot flashes will be like when you’re older.”
“On my butt?” she asked, looking around at him.
“Why not? Hot flashes affect a woman all over, don’t they? Your butt is part of ‘all over.’ ”
“That doesn’t make sense, but I can’t think of a witty reply.” She laid her head back down.
“I’m going to go a little harder,” Mark warned. “I hope it will feel good and not too painful. At least, that’s what I’m aiming for. You know the old story about the frog in the pan of cold water? The water gets gradually warmer and the frog doesn’t notice it, and soon the water is boiling. I’m not trying to boil your bottom, but I do want it to be gradual so it winds up being a hard spanking without the trauma. Or drama.”
“Are you calling me a ‘trauma queen’?”
Mark smacked her hard with the paddle.
“Owww,” she cried. “That was NOT gradual,” Lindsey complained.
“Oh, my goodness. That was involuntary. I think it’s the paddle’s way of groaning.”
“Well, your pun wasn’t.”
“Okay, I forgot. You don’t like puns.”
“Let’s get back to the matter at hand,” he said, patting her bottom. He started spanking her again, alternating sides and continuing to cover all areas. He gradually increased the intensity, always on the lookout for clues that Lindsey was experiencing more stress than he intended. As the minutes went by, the force increased. He again paused and began rubbing her bottom and thighs. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“It’s really weird. It feels about the same, but I know you’re hitting a lot harder. I haven’t been in this situation before.”
“All right. This is going to be a little change.” He reached over to the dresser and picked up a paddle that was longer but similar in weight. He swatted her sharply with it. She flinched slightly. He waited about 30 seconds and smacked her again, in a different place. She murmured “unh” but did not flinch. He hit in still another spot, and she breathed in deeply and then exhaled, but remained still. He continued in this fashion, with 30-second pauses, each swat slightly more forceful than the last. She continued to lie still, with only minimal reaction. After the seventh swat at the slow tempo, Lindsey’s back began to shudder, and she started whimpering. Mark laid the paddle down and reached for her shoulders. He pulled her to a sitting position on his lap and held her while she cried. He spoke to her softly, soothing her.
“I don’t know why I’m crying. It didn’t hurt that much.”
“You’re crying because you’ve been under such a strain. It’s tension relief, which is what I was trying to achieve. I think you’re going to be sore tomorrow. Your bottom looks like a couple of eggplants.
Lindsey burst out laughing, even as the tears flowed. “Eggplants? Let me see.”
Mark helped her off his lap, and she walked to the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Looking around at her bottom, Lindsey exclaimed, “Jiminy Crickets! I didn’t even know skin could be this color. It’s eggplant, all right.” She reached back to touch her bottom cheeks with her hands. “Wow! That’s warm. It’s numb now, but I’ll bet you’re right about my being sore tomorrow.”
Mark handed Lindsey a box of tissues from the nightstand. “I want you to lie down on your back.” He heard her blow her nose as he went into the bathroom, reached into a cabinet, and got a large bath towel, which he took back into the bedroom. Lindsey was supine on the bed, and he draped the towel over her. “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the hallway.
When he returned, Mark had a kitchen towel and a freezer bag filled with crushed ice. “Here’s a cold pack for your face.”
Lindsey raised herself up on one elbow. “What the heck’s wrong with my face? You went out to dinner with this face,” She protested indignantly.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her arm. “Honey, nothing is wrong with your lovely face. It’s just that you’ve been crying, and I think that in the morning, the judge and the jury will be more impressed with your exquisitely beautiful face if your eyes aren’t puffy and you don’t look like you’ve been crying. Now lie down and relax.”
“Oh, okay. You’re right.” Acquiescing, she lay back down.
Mark laid the towel across her eyes and placed the ice pack on the towel. “How’s that? Is it on both eyes? It’s supposed to get colder, but only up to a point.”
“Yes, it’s on both eyes. It feels nice and cool.”
“Pretty soon the towel will get damp from condensation, and it may feel colder. I want it to stay on for 20 minutes unless it gets too cold. Frostbite isn’t our goal. I’ll be right here.” He gently caressed her thigh.
Lindsey squirmed and reached down to touch an area of her right buttock. “What’s the matter? Something bothering you?” Mark asked, chuckling.
“Just a little twinge,” she answered, smiling.
“Doesn’t it, though,” he agreed.
They were quiet for several minutes. Then Mark announced, “Ten more minutes.”
“Mm-hmm,” Lindsey replied. Then, anxiously, “Mark?”
“You are going to be there tomorrow, aren’t you? In court, I mean.”
“Oh, yes. The Budweiser Clydesdales couldn’t keep me away.”
“Good. I was counting on it.” Lindsey relaxed visibly.
After another period of silence, Mark said, “Five more minutes. Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, I’m fine, and my eyes don’t feel too cold. What time is it?”
Mark looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “It’s 8:39. You probably want to get on the road pretty soon.”
“Yes, I would. I need to get home and get ready for court tomorrow and then get to bed on time.”
“What time do you have to be in bed?”
“Ten o’clock, or else.”
Mark chuckled. “Or else your Disciplinarian has something to say about it?”
Lindsey smiled. “Right. And she says it like I can understand it. Improvement came slowly for me, but I’ve gotten a lot better about it lately.”
“Thanks. I’m more alert and more effective when I’ve slept well and long enough. Mark?”
“Where did you get the idea for what you did tonight with the paddle?”
“I came up with it myself. There’s the frog analogy, and then I thought the hard smacks at the end should be spaced out. I figured if they were too close together, and built in intensity, the effect would be something else entirely. I was hoping you would cry, because I thought you needed the emotional release. I wasn’t sure it would work that way.”
“I’m glad it did. I do feel better, but kind of weak.”
“You should still be okay to drive, but I’ll take you home if you want me to. Time’s up.” Mark reached for the ice pack and removed it while bringing her hand toward her eyes to shield them from the light.
As her eyes adjusted, Lindsey gazed up at Mark. “You sure do take good care of me,” she said.
“I’m glad you think so,” he replied. “That’s the plan. Let’s get you up and see how you do.” He took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet.
“Whoa,” said Lindsey, swaying slightly. “I may have to get used to this.”
“You’ll be fine in a minute,” Mark assured her. “Remember, you’ve been horizontal for nearly an hour. And your body has been stressed. The nutritious dinner we had will help a lot. Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll bring your clothes.” He lowered her back down to sit on the bed and went to get her things from the chair where she’d left them.
She put on what she could while sitting down, and Mark knelt to put her trouser socks on. Lindsey moved in a gingerly fashion to get each leg into her slacks, balancing with Mark’s help when she stood to pull them up. “Wow, I’m gonna have a heck of a reminder of this tomorrow. These pants hurt! It feels good, though.” He then placed her shoes where she would be able to step into them.
“Let’s see if I still know how to walk.” She cautiously walked into the living room to the table where she had left her purse.
“You seem to have the hang of it, all right,” Mark said. “I’ll walk you to the car.”
Lindsey turned to him. “But first,” she said, hugging him to her, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. “I keep trusting you to know what’s good for me, and you keep knowing it.”
As he embraced her, smoothing her hair, Mark said, “You’re precious to me, Lindsey. This lawsuit is a big deal, and these people have caused you no end of turmoil, not only financially, but physically and emotionally, too. You’ve held up through it all, and things have started going your way. I hope the decision tomorrow also goes your way. Now, get going.” He gave her a final squeeze and turned her around to face the door. He opened it, and they walked to her car. He reached to open the door for her. When she was behind the wheel, he closed the door firmly as she lowered her window. He leaned down and kissed her through the window. “I’ll meet you at the courthouse.”
“Okay,” Lindsey said. “See you there.” She started the car and backed out of the driveway. As she changed gears from Reverse to Drive, she looked at him and he waved.
A short time later she was home and in the house. She locked the door and made her way to the bedroom. What she would wear to court the next morning was all prepared. She took off her clothes, put them in the hamper, and took her nightgown from the hook in the bathroom door. The garment felt cool as she put her arms through the sleeves and it slid over her head and down her body. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw that her eyes seemed normal. ‘Mark is such a genius,’ she thought. She splashed water on her face and then patted it dry with the hand towel. She brushed her teeth and went into the bedroom.
Lindsey pulled back the covers and sat down on her bed, unprepared for the sensation she experienced. “Jiminy Crickets!” she said aloud. It was as though her furniture had become petrified while she was gone from the house. The comfortable mattress she had bought a year ago was now more like a bed of stone. Admittedly, she relished the way it felt to her backside, because it proved that she had been soundly spanked, which was what she had wanted and needed. She checked the time—9:45—wrote it in her bedtime journal, and set her alarm. She lifted her legs onto the bed, turned off the bedside lamp, and promptly rolled over onto her stomach.
The next morning, Lindsey opened her eyes and looked at the clock. The alarm would sound in nine minutes. She closed her eyes again and lay still, remembering her wish. It seemed like everything should just fall into place and she should be victorious in this lawsuit. The other side had clearly invaded her privacy. Sometimes, though, things just don’t work out the way they “should,” or the way we have them planned. ‘Please let me win this case,’ she pleaded to whomever.
“RRRIIINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG,” went the alarm. It was definitely a sound not to be ignored. Lindsey swung her feet off the bed and sat up. That was her first mistake. “Oh, my heavens to Betsy,” she exclaimed. She reached for the clock to turn off the raucous sound. She turned on the lamp, stood up, and walked to the bathroom. As she eyed the toilet seat she thought, ‘maybe I can just tinkle in the shower.’ It sounded reasonable enough. But she needed coffee first. Resigning herself to the necessity, she gently lowered herself to the seat. At least it was cool. But it HURT. She breathed deeply, in and out, her eyes watering. This was going to get worse, too, as the day progressed. Finished with that task, she padded to the kitchen to make coffee. While it dripped, she added a bowl of wheat flakes, orange juice, and a vitamin tablet to her breakfast menu. She reached to pull a chair away from the table but changed her mind, thinking, ‘Forget it. I’ll eat standing up.’ She downed the vitamin tablet with a large swallow of orange juice and then as many small swallows as needed to polish off the juice. To Lindsey’s delight, her cereal seemed particularly flavorful this morning. She ate while looking out the window over the sink. It was barely dawn, and there was little to see. After spooning up the last of the cereal, she drank the remaining milk from the bowl, rinsed it and the juice glass, and put them into the dishwasher. By then the coffee was ready. She poured some into her favorite mug and added milk. Putting the milk back into the refrigerator, she picked up the mug and returned to the bathroom.
Lindsey turned on the shower, waited 15 seconds, and stuck her hand in to check the temperature. It was nice and warm. ‘Now comes the fun part,’ she thought. She stepped into the shower facing the stream of water. So far, so good. She let her face and hair get wet and then turned around. For a few seconds, she was paralyzed, it hurt so much. That was the worst part, though. She then shampooed her hair, washed, and got out of the shower and dried off. Between sips of coffee, she dried her hair, got dressed, and put on her makeup. She carried her coffee into the kitchen, drank the last of it, rinsed the mug, and put it in the dishwasher. She was ready to leave. She checked to make sure the bathroom light was off and the coffeemaker was turned off. She picked up her purse and went out the front door, locking it behind her.
Lindsey unlocked the door to her car and braced herself for the ordeal of getting in and sitting in the driver’s seat. ‘Man, oh man,’ she thought. Breathing deeply and evenly, she started the car and was on her way. Because she was early, traffic was lighter than what she usually encountered when leaving later. That made the drive time shorter and also lessened the typical stress she had to deal with when traffic was heavy. She also was able to find a convenient parking place easily. She waited patiently for several minutes and then heard the sound of a familiar car horn to her left. Mark was pulling into a parking space three cars away. He got out and came over to her window.
“Are you ready to go in?” he asked.
“Sure,” Lindsey answered. “We can go in the building. We can loiter a little while before going into the courtroom.”
Mark opened the door for her and she got out of the car. “I saw you wince when you swiveled toward the door. That bad, huh?”
She looked at him. “You really poured it on last night,” she said softly. “You sure know how to hurt a girl, you know that?” She smiled affectionately.
Mark smiled back at her. “It’s a talent, I guess. Too bad I can’t advertise.”
“I wouldn’t want you to do that,” she argued. “Then I’d have to fight off the competition. All the spanko girls would line up to sample your wares.”
Mark put his arm around her and they walked into the courthouse. “Do you want to find a place to sit and wait?” he asked.
“I want to find a place to stand and wait,” Lindsey replied, smiling.
He looked at his watch. “It’s ten minutes till nine. Maybe we should go in.” She nodded in agreement, and they entered the courtroom and found seats near the Plaintiff’s table. Several people were already present.
Lindsey’s attorney came down the aisle and greeted her, shaking hands with Mark. He escorted Lindsey to the Plaintiff’s table, where they both sat down. A minute later, the Defendant and her attorney came down the far aisle and sat at the Defendant’s table.
After 12 minutes, a door near the judge’s bench opened and the bailiff ushered in the jury. The jurors filed in and took their assigned seats. The bailiff closed the door and moved to his table. Two minutes later, he stood and announced loudly, “All rise.” Everyone in the room rose to his feet as the judge entered and took his place on the bench. Then everyone again sat.
The judge looked toward the jury and asked, “Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?”
Juror number one, a middle-aged woman, stood and said, “We have, Your Honor.”
The judge indicated to the bailiff to get the piece of paper with the verdict written on it from the foreperson and bring it to the judge. The bailiff did so, the judge read it and handed it back, and the bailiff then returned the paper to the foreperson.
“Madam Foreperson will please read the verdict.”
The Plaintiff, the Defendant, and both attorneys stood for the reading of the verdict.
The Foreperson announced, “We, the Jury, find in favor of the Plaintiff.”
The Judge then asked, “Madam Foreperson, have you assessed damages in this case?”
The Foreperson replied, “We have, Your Honor. We, the Jury, assess damages in the amount of $50,000 to be awarded to the Plaintiff.”
“I thank the Jury for your service. You are dismissed,” said the Judge. “Court is adjourned.”
Lindsey shook her attorney’s hand and then walked to Mark. They left the courtroom and walked out of the courthouse toward their cars. Mark said, “This calls for a celebration, even more than your birthday. We ought to go out to dinner again, with Mindy, Andrea, and Sherry. Maybe even another celebration spanking.”
“Um, Mark?” Lindsey looked at him. “Can it wait a week?”