Fearful Spanking

Punishment, Retribution and Redemption SVU L&O

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Chapter Four:

Olivia desiring a femme experience that beckoned back to her childhood when a hearty blistering spanking cleared the air when her teenage temper mouthy wrote a check her butt had to PAY for. Olivia had warmed up to settling their tiff this way, but there was an escalation of the spankings taking place in their relationship. However, remembering the first pitiful spanking attempts that had left her un-repentant and not chastened enough to change her behavior. It was only when the spanking still burned for the next several hours that the message to watch her tongue got through to her brain. To say she desired to have her panties forcibly pulled down, baring her bottom and spank her hard enough to leave purple marks for her to wear on her bottom the next couple of day would be false. However, while she hated being spanked just as it did them it cleared the air and brought serenity to her life.

Olivia's POV:

Giving an angry woman a wood backed hairbrush and requesting that they teach you a REAL lesson with a spanking is not a good idea. Especially when this is complicated by a co-worker/ lover who has just been mouthy, spouting the term bitch to describe you and taking her frustrations over court rulings on your ass. It was a fight best described as nuclear or 'Code Red'. This bratty, childish meltdown had happened at the precinct.

"Answer the question, young lady!"

"Yes Miss Olivia."

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SPANK! WHACK!

"Yes Ma'am, I'm truly sorry!"

SPANK! WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK!

"If you are truly sorry, then why are you still wearing you're 'sex you up' panties?"

Casey was at a loss for words. The lady lawyer did not know how to answer her. She was not even sure why she had taken the panties out her lingerie drawer to wear tonight in the first place, much less why she had decided to wear them for what she was pretty sure was going to be a punishment spanking.

Olivia entered the bedroom and you could cut the tension with a knife. While she had cooled of some since the hurtful fit Casey had thrown in front of their co-workers was a REAL problem in their relationship. The detective through a pair of more juvenile looking panties to the lady lawyer and ordered her to put them on which Casey quickly did. The time for talk was over as Olivia yanked Casey off her feet and threw her across her lap. The panties were quickly yanked down and the belt she had taken from around her waist was doubled over and commenced to express her displeasure with her mate's temper tantrum back at the precinct.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SPANK!

Olivia had switched from her leather belt to her wooden hairbrush. The polished wood back cracked against her upturned butt, sounding like shots from a semi automatic rifle.

"You actually told me not to get my panties in a bunch!" Olivia said turning red in the face.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SPANK!

Casey had been reposition over a short stool they used to reach thing in top cabinets and the hall closet. The lady lawyer's ass was now red as a tomato and filled with uncompromising fire!

WHACK! CRACK! SPANK! SPLAT!

After a couple of minutes of hard determined swats she turned the brush over and began to roughly scrub Casey's butt with the stiff bristles bringing more blood close to the surface of her delicate skin.

"I'm tired of your Shit! Damn it girl this has got to change! You have selfishly tried to turn our relationship into a train wreck!" Olivia said raising the hairbrush once again above her ear before whacking it down into the red quivering bottom.

WHACK! CRACK! SPANK! SPLAT!

"I love you honey, but that means I care enough to blister your ass until you can not sit down if you act in a way that endangers our relationship."

Those last four across her sit spot were just a shade from brutal immediately developing into purple bruises. These were the ones they both knew she would long feel every time she down! The evidence was left on her bottom done Casey felt that her bottom was on fire. Her crying was accompanied by hick ups and a runny nose from her red congested face.

WHACK! CRACK! SPANK! SPLAT!

The blood flushed to the surface as her punisher lover fed more blisters via her wooden hairbrush into the lady lawyer's overwhelmed throbbing moons. Large dollop tears of contrition were running down Casey's cheeks as she now sobbed like she had when she was a teen. Then, as now she could not help but sound like a girl of seven who had just experienced a burning spanking.

"I have learned my lesson, sweetie please, please stop. You don't realize how much you can hurt a woman with that brush!"

CRACK! SMACK! SPANK! Splat!

The paddling with the wood backed hairbrush seemed to go on forever as the pain continued to grow in Casey's ass while all the bucking up and down caused air bubbles to form in her tummy. The result was she started farting as her spanking concluded. Despite the pain the fart spasms made her center shiver and her clitty quiver and filled with blood growing hard while her vagina was secreting like Niagara Falls between her legs.

A full minute and a half passed before Casey realized that her spanking was over at least for the time being. She could hear movement behind her as she cried herself out and realized that Olivia was behind her nudging her red bottom spreading the valley between her cheeks apart as the room air ticked her small winking pink pucker