Author's Note: This story contains an adult male spanking an adult female, so if that is not your thing, please pass this story by. I could not find a first name given anywhere for Captain Syverson, so I gave him the first name "Darren". The female character is an OC. It is also not clear what state in the American South Captain Syverson is supposed to be from, though the two most common speculations seem to be Texas or Georgia. I went with Georgia.
Kelsey's foot had just started to slip when she heard him thunder, "Kelsey Jane Syverson!" at the same time she felt his strong forearm wrap around her waist and pull her down off the kitchen counter.
When Kelsey's feet were on the ground, Sy turned her around so she was facing him, or more like looking up at him. Kelsey was barely 5'2", and her husband had almost a foot on her. Kelsey had always been attracted to tall guys, but sometimes she regretted that, which almost always was when she was in trouble, and had her husband towering over her, with his arms crossed, and a look on his face that Kelsey knew meant she would not be sitting comfortably for quite awhile.
Sy continued to give Kelsey the same penetrating look, and Kelsey opened her mouth to defend herself. She knew she should know better by now and quit while she was already behind and not say anything. Kelsey was smart, but her mouth was smarter, and unfortunately it often kicked into gear before her brain could stop it, "I just needed to get something from the top shelf."
Sy's already furious look somehow got even angrier, "So you thought you should just ignore the rules and put yourself in danger? You would have fallen off if I hadn't grabbed you! You could have cracked your head open or broke your neck."
This time Kelsey's brain was able to stop her mouth, and Kelsey kept quiet. This was not the first time Sy had caught her climbing on the counter to get something from a high cabinet. He had not been sympathetic to her excuse of "short people problems" the first time he caught her, and he told her if she needed to get something to use the step ladder. Kelsey had not bothered to point out that the step ladder was all the way in the hall closet, as she doubted Sy would have been sympathetic to that either. He definitely was not sympathetic to her excuse that he had never told she could not climb on the counter, which had elicited a sinister chuckle from Sy which Kelsey knew meant she had just dug her own grave. "Kelsey," Sy had said, "You know the rules. What do you get in the most trouble for?"
"Putting myself in danger," Kelsey had replied reluctantly.
"Then you know why you're about to get a damn good spankin,'" Sy had said.
With that, Sy had pulled a chair from the kitchen table and sat down, bent Kelsey over his lap, pushed up the back of her nightgown, and pulled her panties to her knees.
Sy's large, hard palm had then cracked down like thunder on Kelsey's bottom, and the swats continued to come down hard and fast. Sy did not stop until all of Kelsey's bottom and the backs of her thighs had been thoroughly punished. Kelsey had sobbed her eyes out through the entire ordeal. Sy had kept her over his knee for a bit after the spanking, rubbing her back to try and help her calm down. When he had sat her up, she had immediately buried her face in his shoulder. However, Sy pulled her away, and held her chin with his hand, so Kelsey was forced to look at him.
"If you ever climb up on that counter again, Kelsey Jane, I will take you out to the woodshed and blister your backside until you can't sit straight for a week, are we clear?"
"Yes, Sir." Kelsey had said quickly. Sy had threatened to take Kelsey to the woodshed before, and Kelsey did not want that punishment. The hand spankings Sy gave her were bad enough, and when Sy had decided Kelsey had earned it, she would get a thrashing with his belt. Nothing made Kelsey's stomach clench quite like hearing Sy say, "Don't make me take my belt off, Kelsey Jane," except maybe the sound of Sy actually unbuckling his belt, and seeing him pull it off and fold it, and then seeing it hang menacingly from his hand.
One time when Kelsey had done something particularly dangerous, Sy had wetted her bottom and the backs of her thighs with a washcloth, and then spanked her with a plastic backed bath brush. Up until that point, Kelsey did not think anything could be worse than Sy's belt, but getting spanked with the plastic backed bath brush on her wet bottom proved her wrong.
After the threat about the woodshed, Kelsey had stayed sitting on Sy's lap awhile longer. Even though her bottom hurt terribly, Kelsey always liked the comfort she got from Sy after a punishment.
"What were you trying to get out of the cabinet?" Sy eventually asked her. Kelsey momentarily forgot about her sore bottom when she remembered what her plan had been in the first place, "I wanted to get out the mixing bowl. I wanted to make pancakes for breakfast." Kelsey loved pancakes, but Sy did not share her affection.
"Yeah, after the stunt you pulled, you ain't getting pancakes," Sy replied, but his tone was light, "I will make us waffles though."
Kelsey stood up and sighed, exasperated; this was not the first time she and her husband had had this argument. "Darren, pancakes are better than waffles and you know it."
"There is a reason there is a "Waffle House" and not a "Pancake House", Darlin',' Sy replied.
"Darren, you do know that "IHOP" stands for "International House of Pancakes", right?" Kelsey said, pretending to be annoyed.
Sy had grabbed a wooden spoon to stir batter with and pointed it at Kelsey, "Hey now, watch it, Darlin'," Sy said, but Kelsey could tell by the glint in his eye that he was joking.
Sy had made waffles, and even Kelsey had to admit they were pretty good.
However, this time Kelsey knew there was not going to be any light hearted debate about the merits of pancakes versus waffles, and she could tell that Sy did not care at all about why she had climbed on the counter this time.
"What did I tell you was going to happen if you ever climbed on the counter again, Kelsey Jane?"
Kelsey stared at the floor, and felt her face get hot. She knew her fate was sealed, but having to look her husband in the eye, and repeat what her punishment was going to be was just so dang embarrassing. However, Sy did not give her a choice. He held Kesley's chin and tilted her face up so she was looking at him, "Tell me, Kelsey Jane."
"You said you would take me out to the woodshed and blister my backside until I couldn't sit straight for a week," Kelsey said in a small voice, as tears formed in her eyes.
Sy nodded in grim affirmation and took Kelsey's arm, "Let's go," Sy said. However, Kelsey pressed her bottom up against the cabinet below the counter, and gripped the edge of the counter with her hand, which could either be considered a sense of self preservation or lack of it, depending on how you looked at it. "Please, Darren, no, I'm sorry!" Kelsey begged. Sy did not respond, he never did when Kelsey begged to get out of a punishment he had already decided on. Instead Sy picked Kelsey up and threw her over his left shoulder, and used his right hand to pull her cotton shorts and panties to her knees. He then began applying hard swats to her bottom and thighs as he carried her out to the woodshed through the Georgia heat.
Kelsey beat her fists against Sy's back, but he didn't break his stride or stop spanking Kelsey's bottom, and Kelsey doubted Sy even felt her fists against his muscular back, but that didn't stop her from trying. Being in this position was humiliating, her bottom was already burning, and her tears were already flowing.
Sy opened the door to the woodshed, and placed Kelsey on her feet. That's when Kelsey saw what was on the table: a wooden paddle with holes. Kelsey's stomach dropped. The paddle was small and narrow. However, it still looked plenty frightening, and Kelsey knew that the holes in the paddle would just decrease the wind resistance and increase the sting (when you marry a guy who you have agreed can spank you as punishment, you do some research, though that clearly wasn't always enough to convince Kelsey to behave).
"Bend over the table," Sy instructed, but as he said this he was already positioning Kelsey the way he wanted her. Kelsey's upper body was laying flat on the table with her arms folded, and her legs were spread so that her bottom was sticking out, making it a prime target. Kelsey buried her already tear stained face in her arms. She knew she would shed plenty more tears by the time this was all over.
Sy picked up the paddle, and pressed it against Kelsey's bottom, "By the time this whuppin' is over Kelsey Jane, you are never even going to think about doing something dangerous ever again, you hear me?" Kelsey thought her knees might give out, but she lifted her head from her arms long enough to reply, "Yes, Sir."
Sy was true to his word, and the first swat from the paddle made Kelsey shriek. Sy had placed his left hand on Kelsey's back to hold her in place, and the swats from the paddle Sy yielded in his right hand continued to come hard and fast. The size and shape of the paddle meant that it landed perfectly on Kelsey's sit spot, and Kelsey knew she definitely would not be sitting comfortably for at least a week. The paddling continued, causing the entirety of the back of Kelsey's thighs and bottom to ache, and Kelsey ran out of tears to cry.
Kelsey wasn't even aware at first that the spanking had stopped, but eventually she realized Sy was rubbing her back. "Try and take some deep breaths, Kels", Sy told her, as dry sobs came from Kelsey's mouth.
Once Kelsey had calmed down some more, Sy helped her stand up, and then led her to the corner with her shorts and panties still around her ankles. Kelsey hated corner time for a number of reasons, but she especially hated it because she knew it meant her punishment was not over. Sy never gave her corner time at the end of her punishment, so it meant she had another spanking coming. "What are you going to be thinking about while you are in the corner, Kelsey Jane?" Sy asked. "Why I should not do dangerous things". Kelsey replied.
"Good," Sy said, "And I know you know better than to try and rub your backside, but if you do, you'll get a dose of the bath brush first thing tomorrow morning, clear?"
"Yes, Sir," Kelsey replied quickly. She never wanted to have an encounter with that awful bath brush again. Just seeing it hang in the shower was enough to make Kelsey shiver.
Kelsey was not sure if Sy was going to spank her with the paddle again or use something else, but her question was answered when she heard the sound of Sy's belt unbuckling and being pulled from his belt loops.
When Sy came to get Kelsey from the corner, he was holding his doubled up belt in his hand. Kelsey did not think she had any tears left in her, but this sight was enough to start them up again. She already hated getting spanked with Sy's belt; it made her bottom burn like it was on fire, but Kelsey could not imagine how much more it was going to hurt on her already paddled red bottom.
"I went too easy on you the first time I caught you climbing on that counter," Sy said. (Kelsey disagreed, as she would not consider anything about the harsh hand spanking she had gotten from Sy "easy", but Kelsey kept her mouth shut.)
"I should have worn you out with my belt that day," Sy continued, "Maybe then you would have thought twice about climbing on the counter again, but know I now you'll think twice."
This statement elicited sobs from Kelsey.
Sy led Kelsey back to the table and put her in the same position she was before, "Are you ever going to climb on the counter again, Kelsey Jane?", Sy asked. "No, Sir!" Kelsey practically shouted. "Good, I am going to make damn sure of it", Sy stated plainly.
The next thing Kelsey was aware of was the crack of the belt as it came down on her tender and already well-punished sit spot, and Kelsey howled.
Sy laid down several more swats on the backs of Kelsey's things and her bottom. Sy never told Kelsey how many swats she was getting or made her count, "I want you concentrating on the punishment, not counting down until it is over", Sy would tell her. Frankly, Kelsey was grateful; she did not think there was any way she could have kept track.
By the time Sy was finished, Kelsey had gone limp over the table. She recognized the sound of Sy putting his belt back on, and felt Sy start to rub her back. Sy pulled Kelsey's panties and shorts back into place. Sy had spanked Kelsey so thoroughly that even the rub of the soft fabric made Kelsey hiss in pain.
Eventually Kelsey pushed herself up from the table, and buried her body into Sy's, letting his strong arms embrace her.
"I love you Kels", Sy said.
"I love you too, Dar," Kelsey said, "but I am not such a big fan of your belt, or that damn paddle."
"Too bad, we're a package deal," Sy replied, and then kissed Kelsey.
"Lucky me," Kelsey thought to herself, only partially sarcastically.
Author's Note: I am planning at least one more chapter that will detail the bath brush spanking that is alluded to in this chapter.