Sex, Lies, Politics & Panties Fall
Chapter Two:
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Warning: Disciplinary spanking of an adult. Don't like. Don't read.
Dear folks, in the south we believe that if a girl gets too big for her britches, we have a cure for that. It's a time honored solution and it works pretty well even on a spirited pretty filly like Zoe. However, such a disciplinary measure would leave some real heat in her seat.
Some may say that Zoe had just told me a little white lie, so why was it necessary to turn her cute bottom bright red. Well, I am a southern gentleman and I go out of way to show chivalry to the opposite sex.
However, while it was a shame to have to take the young reporter over my knee, it was necessary for her to understand that just like a little girl growing up a lie would lead to bright thighs. While her bottom rounds resembled a fiery red ball sunset.
Do you think Zoe will ever lie to me again? I think not. And, that's critical to the plan that she keeps any harebrained idea of taking the upper hand out of her mind. Like I was always said a sore behind is good insurance to the lady in line. The spanking of the young lady was not pointless, far from it. I knew from our past conversations she had been physically held accountable as a girl growing up. I simply reinforced those feelings and established that same accountability when she chose to lie to me. I could not allow that, she had to be tamed to remain a useful transmitter of ideas to the public.
"Zoe I told you to always be honest with me and never, ever lie to me, young lady."
"Frank, it was a white lie. Honest, I would never lie about anything important to you."
"Well, you see my sweet, Zoe your white lie is going to cost you your white bottom!"
"Huh, what do you mean, Frank?"
"I warned you Zoe there would be consequences if you dared to lie to me!
"I'm sorry sir."
I liked that she added sir to he sorry, it showed I was getting into her head.
"You were a bad girl and you are gonna get a firm. Hard spanking little lady!"
Suddenly, before the reporterette knew what hit her she was yanked over my lap and she knew I meant business. Zoe squirmed and tried to buck off my lap, but I captured her arm and placed it in her mid back and proceeded with my agenda.
"I promised to change the hue of your white bottom for your white lie, so hold on to my pants legs, Zoe if you need too."
"You're to kind sir." Zoe sarcastically stated.
I pulled her purple bikini panties farther down into a tangle around her soft ankles.
My steady hand at the ready I began to spank her bottom with cupped fingers and a hardness just above a stinging sensation . *Spank* Zoe felt them alright as her white butt soon took on a pink hue and them the bucking started a couple of twin spanks to her most tender upper thighs reformed her behavior and she settled down and took her spanking. I settled into a rhythm designed to make her bottom burn, but leave no bruises. However, in her mind she knew this was going be bad for her behind as the spanking consumed her every thought.
"Spank"-® High Upper Cheek, "Whack"-® Lower Crease Cheek
And ®"Crack"-Middle Cheek.
"And, stay the hell out of my wife's closet and your ass out of her dresses."
"I will, I will, just stop. You don't realize how much this hurts a woman."
"You mean a girl masquerading as a woman."
I rained down a series of quality spanks that had Zoe squalling in a soprano key. Carolina born and bred my hands had been toughened up over the years, however my hand was a red as one of my mother's prize tomatoes.
I am sure Zoe was shocked I could spank her, so hard with my hand, but I had the constitution to bear a little pain as I connected solidly to her bare bottom over and over to insure her trustworthiness. So, as Zoe cried and I moved to the back of her thighs there would be no more lies!
SPANK! WHACK! CRACK! SPLAT!
Zoe dissolved into hick-up snorts and sobs. There was no need to spank the pretty reporter anymore. Her bottom had a cherry sheen from the upper crack of her cheeks to the top of her thighs. I knew I had finally gotten through that stubborn exterior through the hide of her hiney. Another southern tradition certainty was she would feel her bottom and wiggle like the Piggly Wiggly mascot every time she sat for the next day or two at work or play. That was guaranteed.
Like any other spanking I had ever given it ended with a very red bottom over my lap and a room filled with, boo, hoos. After Zoe cried it out, she would be no worse for wear. Only tonight I would wash her pain away like the rain outside. Zoe's butt steamed up as squirted a dollop of aloe cream and it made a fart like sound. We both laughed, it broke the tension as I felt her hot hind cheeks and rubbed in the soothing cool cream as rewarded with her coos.
End of Chapter Two:
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