"How many do you want?" asked the man gently. Loraine started at her
step-father in surprise. Her father had never asked her how many strokes. He'd
always just strapped her until she thought she was going to die, and then he'd
given her one or two extra before he stopped. "Uh, what do you mean?" "I mean
how many strokes should I give you? You were the one who committed the sin; I
think it appropriate you should pick the punishment." "You mean if I say I
should only get, uh, ten strokes that's all you'll give me?" The grey-haired man
nodded. "Yes. You know best what you deserve. If you don't think what you did
was that wrong, you may choose a lesser punishment. It's up to you." Loraine's
face went into a wide smile, though she tried to hide it by looking away. She
couldn't believe her good fortune. What an idiot her step-father was! She'd been
terribly frightened when her mom told her he was going to have him whip her. She
remembered her father's whippings and they'd been fierce ones. But Jack was one
of those modern "sensitive" guys. He apparently had his own way of dealing with
naughty girls. Screwing her face into a serious expression, Loraine looked at
her the tall man and nodded sombrely. "You are right. I should be spanked for
disobeying my mom. But I think five should be enough to teach me a lesson." She
held her breath. Would he do it? Just five? She could hardly not laugh it seemed
to ridiculous and paltry. Only five licks! Her father gave her that many just to
warm her up. But Jack nodded. "All right, young lady. Bend over the back of the
couch here. Pull those panties tight." Loraine obeyed, smiling as she bent over.
The leather came down. Splat! It was a sharp blow that made her wince, but it
was endurable. The second and third really stung, but she was quiet. At number
four, however, she realized she needed to make this look good, so she yelped and
allowed tears to come into her eyes. At the fifth one she began to bawl
tremendously as Jack put away the strap. "I hope that you learned your lesson,"
he said calmly, and she nodded frantically through her tears. "That really
hurt," she wept, "I'm really sorry, Jack." She made a big show of rubbing her
bottom and made her way to her bedroom where she shut the door and practically
collapsed on her bed laughing. What an idiot! This was like a dream come true.
Not only would she get her punishments over with quickly--no drawn out
grounding--but they wouldn't even hurt! Well, wouldn't hurt much, she thought
ruefully, rubbing her butt and wincing at little. They had certainly been hard
strokes. As hard as any of her father's. At the mention of his name she glanced
at the stand near her bed and looked at his picture. She felt sad and missed
him. She couldn't believe it had been three years. She was almost sixteen now,
and he hadn't seen her grow up. For a split second the horror of the car crash
and all the ugly memories surrounding that mess came to her mind and then she
forcefully pushed it from her brain. She remembered how happy her mother was
when she met Jack just over a year ago. Loraine wasn't very impressed--he had
seemed so old at first, but her mom had been so depressed for so long it was
incredible to see her smile again, and so Loraine kept her feelings to herself.
When the two got married, Loraine wasn't opposed to it. Jack made it clear he
wasn't out to replace her father, and her mom was equally clear in stating that
she hadn't forgotten Richard. Over time, Loraine had grown to love Jack. He was
kind and friendly and quite intelligent. She could see why her mom liked him. He
was very different from her father but if she'd had to pick another, Jack was a
decent man. She especially liked that he didn't mind if she talked about her
real father, or that she wanted to keep his last name. He didn't put pressure on
her at all and didn't resent it when she confided in her mother. When her mother
told her that Jack was going to start disciplining her, Loraine wasn't sure how
to feel. With her father it had been easy: he whipped her hard but she always
knew that he loved her. With Jack she wasn't so sure. But then he'd pulled this
"Pick your own punishment" crap and Loraine thought it was wonderful. She could
act it up and pretend like it really hurt, but since she knew her punishments
wouldn't hurt she was free to do whatever she wanted! She started the next
weekend. Her mom told her to be in by eleven and Loraine agreed. But when the
date with Chuck was going so well she kind of forgot, but didn't worry about it
much. What was the worse thing that would happen? She'd get a _spanking_, ooh,
now there was terror. Sure enough, Jack was waiting for her when she got home at
midnight. He shook his head and held up the strap. She nodded and pretended to
be rather sad. "I think two, no, three will be enough," she said as though
thinking about it carefully. "Yes, three is perfect." Her step-father nodded and
she got over the couch, dropping her jeans so only her underpants protected her
bottom. The three strokes stung like the devil and Loraine yelped and carried on
like she was being flayed alive. When it was over she gravely thanked her
step-father and tearfully apologized. Once in her room, however, she giggled
herself to sleep. This was perfect. If she could escape all her punishments this
easily life would be perfect! Actually, she kind of enjoyed just a few strokes
of the leather, she thought, as she lay in the dark and fondled her bottom. More
than that started to really hurt, but just a few, well, it kind of turned her
on. She found this strange, but decided it must be because she was almost naked
in front of Jack, or because her bottom was so close to her pussy. She touched
herself there and blushed in the dark. Thinking of the whipping, however, made
her wet and she couldn't help but touch herself. She fell asleep smiling
broadly. Over the next few weeks Loraine took advantage of her step-father's
generosity many times. Several times a week, at least, she found herself bent
across the couch yelping at three or four sharp cracks of the strap. A couple of
times Loraine said just one stroke was enough and Jack just nodded. He never
questioned her decision, giving her exactly what she asked for. Loraine found
this wonderful. Depending upon her mood, she'd take just a couple strokes, or
occasionally, more. Then one day Loraine overheard her mother arguing with Jack.
Jack rarely argued. It was her mother that always shouted. This time she wasn't
shouting, but she was angry. "Come on, Jack, you've got to admit her behaviour
is getting worse and worse. You've got to really give it to her. This business
of one or two strokes is ridiculous! Her father gave her fifty if he gave her
one!" But Jack just smiled and said things were in control. He kissed her and
Loraine slipped away, content that everything was going well with her scheme.
The next week Loraine was caught shoplifting. She and her friend Sarah were at
the mall and tried to sneak out of Macy's with bathing suits in their handbags.
Security caught them and called their parents. Loraine's mom took her home,
absolutely furious. The store was considering pressing charges, but since it was
the girl's first offences, they were inclined to go easy on them. When Jack
arrived that evening Loraine heard the two arguing something fierce. Actually,
it was mostly her mother shouting, she heard, but it was obvious the two
disagreed. Loraine had a dreaded feeling she knew exactly what it was about. She
hoped Jack would win. Sure enough, there came a knock at the door and Jack was
standing there, holding the strap. "Your mother thinks I should give you about
fifty," he said grimly. "What do you think you deserve?" The phrase "about a
hundred" popped into Loraine's head but she kept it to herself. "Well, this is a
pretty serious offence, so I think ten should be enough." "Ten?" "Yeah, no,
well, let's do twelve. That will really teach me." She felt her stomach turn
silently as she knew twelve would indeed hurt, but it was nothing compared to
fifty. Jack nodded and they went into the living room. The whole house was
quiet. Then "Wack!" "Smack!" "Thrap!" "Floop!" "Smert!" Again and again the belt
came down and Loraine leaped out and yelled out in pain and cried big weepy
tears and went to her room sobbing and rubbing her butt. As she closed the door
Loraine heard her mother shout something at Jack but he didn't answer but only
nodded. Loraine shut the door firmly and retreated, feeling a little guilty. Her
buttocks throbbed a little and some of her tears had been real, but she knew
that she hadn't really been spanked. It made her feel bad, somehow, as though
she had betrayed Jack. She felt a little sorry for him. Here he was being so
nice and all that got him was her mother yelling at him. Suddenly Loraine wished
she'd asked for twenty strokes, or even thirty. "It would have served me right,"
she thought. "Now Jack's in trouble because of me." She didn't sleep very good
that night. She felt even worse the next day at school when she saw Sarah and
found out she'd been well whipped and was to get another thrashing on Saturday.
"Daddy says I'm grounded for a month, too," she whined. "It's not fair. What'd
you get?" Loraine blushed and mumbled, "Oh, I got a good licking," but she knew
she was lying to her friend and she felt ashamed. A couple weeks passed. Loraine
improved her behaviour a little so she only got a couple mild whippings, nothing
serious. Slowly the house returned to normal, though Loraine could sense tension
between her parents, especially if the subject came to her discipline. Loraine
therefore tried to be careful so she wouldn't have to abuse Jack's generosity.
Then one day Loraine went way overboard. The police brought her home. She'd been
caught at a party where there was alcohol being served. This was a serious
offence and Loraine's mom went ballistic. Loraine wasn't too worried. She'd
already decided to ask for twenty this time, more than ever before, so she
figured that would satisfy her mother. But once she was bent across the couch
and waiting for that first stroke, Loraine felt a horrible hole in her stomach.
She knew twenty wasn't enough. Her mom had specifically forbidden her _not_ to
go to that party and she'd done so anyway. She'd known in advance that there was
going to be booze there, too. She had seen the look of disappointment in Jack's
eyes when she'd told him twenty, pretending such a large number shocked her, and
now she just felt awful. Her mother had angrily gone to her room and slammed the
door shut. Suddenly Loraine couldn't take it any more. She stood and turned to
Jack, who stared at her in surprise, the leather raised. "Hey, get back over the
couch," he said sternly. Loraine began to cry. "Oh, Jack, I'm sorry, I really
am. I've been a terrible, terrible, girl, and I know I deserve a whipping, but
it hurts so much--I can't help it. I know I deserve more than twenty, but I
can't pick more than that. Can't you just whip me a long time until I've had
enough?" "You must tell me how many," said Jack slowly, his face softening. "You
are the only one who truly knows what you deserve." "Oh, but Jack, it's too
hard. I mean, my dad would have probably given me, oh, I don't know, thirty or
forty for disobeying mom and going to the party, but I don't know about the
beer. Maybe another twenty for that?" "Only twenty?" "Well, you're right, it's
very serious. I s-suppose it would a good amount, maybe thirty or forty for
that, too." "Hmmm," mused Jack. "Is that all you deserve?" "Oh, no, I've been
terrible lately, Jack, and it's killing me inside. I feel awful. You and mom are
fighting and it's all my fault. You've been so nice to me and all I do is take
advantage of you. I'm horrible, I know. I wish--" Loraine broke off and turned
away. "You wish what?" "I wish you wouldn't give me any choice. This makes it
feel too much like I am punishing myself. I wish you would just whip me until I
can't take it anymore." "But when is that, dear?" There was a long pause. When
Loraine found her voice it sounded small and far away. "I-I think a hundred
would be good." "One hundred." "Yeah," she said softly, beginning to cry again.
She took a deep breath. "And another hundred next Saturday." "Another whipping
next week! What's that for?" "Oh, just to make up for everything. Please, let's
get it over with. I can't take this much more." Sobbing, the broken girl bent
back over the couch and then paused. "Please, not too hard," she began and then
stopped. "Oh, never mind. Do your worst. I deserve every bit. In fact," with a
sudden impulse she reached back and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Do
it on the bare." Jack nodded. "Loraine, I must say I am very impressed with you.
You have just learned what it means to be an adult, and that's a big step. I
think you've learned a much bigger lesson tonight than anything I could teach
with the strap." Hope gleamed brightly in Loraine's pretty dark eyes. "Does that
mean you're _not_ going to whip me?" she implored. "Absolutely not," said Jack
sternly. "You are going to get every stroke you asked for, and a hundred more
next Saturday. Now get ready." Fear tightened in Loraine's chest but she felt
strangely content inside. So there was no escape after all. "That's the way it
should be," she thought. She sighed and prepared to receive the whipping of her
life. It was fair. After all, she'd asked for it. -30-
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