Author's Note: This story contains an adult female getting spankings and a mouth soaping from an adult male. If that is not your thing, please pass this one by.

It had been an un-fun errand running Saturday. Each errand had taken longer and had been more complicated than they had anticipated. They had tried to end the day by having dinner at their favorite restaurant, but that had turned out to be unexpectedly closed due to a burst pipe, so they ended up going through a drive thru.

They were finally on their way home with their nerves barely intact when Kelsey remembered there were a few things she wanted to get at Walmart. They weren't urgent things, but when Kelsey got it in her mind that she wanted to do something, she wanted to do it right then.

"I need to stop at Walmart on the way home and get some things," she told Syverson.

"What things?" He asked.

Kelsey was annoyed when he asked because she knew he would realize they were things she didn't need right now, but she still wanted to go right now. However, she knew being evasive would just irritate him, so she told him what she needed to get.

"I don't have the patience for Walmart right now. We can go tomorrow," he replied.

"Please Darren, I want to go now!" Kelsey said, more forcefully than the situation called for.

"No, Kelsey," Syverson said. The tone of finality in his voice should have let Kelsey know she needed to drop it, but her nerves were already frayed and she kept trying to argue.

Syverson's nerves were frayed too, and he was in no mood for Kelsey's attitude. "Keep arguing with me, Kelsey Jane, and I'll wear out your backside when we get home."

This made Kelsey even madder, and before she could stop herself, she muttered "You're a jerk" under her breath, but unfortunately for her still loud enough for Syverson to hear.

"So you don't want to wait till we get home? Fine, Kelsey Jane, I'll pull over and do it right here."

They were out in the middle of nowhere, and as Syverson started to pull the truck to the side of the road, Kelsey panicked, but she was also still furious with her husband. Why couldn't they just go to Walmart?! Also, even though they were out in the middle of nowhere, what if someone drove by?! Kelsey thought Syverson was being mean and completely unreasonable, and Kelsey's frayed nerves and frustration overtook her.

As Syverson was starting to pull the truck over, Kelsey shouted, "No, fuck you, Darren!" and grabbed the wheel, trying to steer it back towards the road. The truck skidded, but Syverson managed to grab the wheel back and pulled the truck to the side of the road.

When the truck came to a stop, both Kelsey and Syverson were breathing heavily as adrenaline pumped through them. The look on both their faces was initially shock at what had just happened, but the look on Syverson's face quickly changed. Kelsey started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach as it dawned on her how much trouble she was in.

Syverson didn't care if she cursed. After all, he cursed like a sailor, or rather a green beret. However, her cursing at him was a different matter. He didn't curse at her, and she wasn't allowed to curse at him. Cursing at Syverson or lying to him earned Kelsey a mouth soaping and a spanking.

As far as grabbing the wheel, well, Kelsey always got in the most trouble for doing dangerous things, and nearly causing an accident was one of the most dangerous things Kelsey had ever done.

Syverson got out of the truck and strode over to Kelsey's side. Without a word he opened the door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and pulled her out of the truck. He put his left foot up on the running board of the truck and draped Kelsey over his left thigh. He tucked the back of her skirt up into the waistband, and pulled her panties to her knees. Syverson wrapped his left arm around Kelsey's waist to hold her in place.

Being draped over Syverson's muscular thigh meant that neither Kelsey's hands nor feet had any purchase on the ground. Kelsey's mouth couldn't form words to plea, argue, or apologize. Kelsey just prayed that no one happened to pass by. However, that fear was soon forgotten as Syverson's hard right palm cracked down on Kelsey's bottom. The swats came hard and fast, and Syverson targeted Kelsey's sit spots the most, quickly alternating between left and right while Kelsey shrieked and sobbed. After what felt like forever to Kelsey, Syverson concluded the spanking by peppering the backs of Kelsey's thighs with swats, and landed a hard swat in the middle of her bottom.

Kelsey was still crying as Syverson stood her back up. Kelsey tried to fix her clothing, but Syverson stopped her. "Nope, your skirt and panties are staying just like that. You're going to sit on your bare, burning backside the rest of the way home."

Kelsey's face flushed. Having to sit with the back of her skirt tucked up and her panties at her knees was humiliating. At least the front of her skirt was down, which allowed for some modesty.

Syverson helped Kelsey back into the truck, and Kelsey moaned when her reddened backside connected with the seat.

Syverson handed Kelsey some paper napkins from the glove compartment so she could blow her nose and wipe her face. He then handed her a water bottle from the middle console, and told her to drink it. After Kelsey took a few sips, Syverson told her to look at him. "That spanking was for the attitude you were giving me, Kelsey Jane. We're gonna deal with you cussing at me and grabbing the wheel when we get home."

Kelsey started to cry even harder.

"You understand me?" Syverson said firmly.

Kelsey managed to choke out a, "Yes, Sir."

Once Syverson had pulled the truck back onto the road, he kept his left hand on the steering wheel, but he put his right hand on Kelsey's left thigh, which Kelsey knew he was doing to comfort her. She grabbed his hand and held onto it, though she continued to cry. Syverson's hands could both punish and comfort her, which Kelsey loved, even though she wouldn't always admit it.

When they pulled into the driveway Kelsey wondered how she would be able to walk into the house with her panties still around her knees, but Kelsey wasn't left to wonder long. Syverson picked Kelsey up, threw her over his left shoulder, and carried her into the house. His hand that had been comforting Kelsey in the car was once again punishing her, as he landed swats on Kelsey's bottom and backs of her thighs as he carried her into the house and up the stairs to the master bathroom.

Once they were in the bathroom, Syverson set Kelsey on her feet, facing him. His face was hard, and the fiery hand spanking he had given her on the side of the road had taken all the fight out of her. Kelsey just wanted to cuddle with him and go to bed, but she knew they were long past that.

"Do I cuss at you?" Sy asked Kelsey. "No, Sir," Kelsey replied with a shaky voice.

"Are you allowed to cuss at me?" "No, Sir."

"What happens if you do?"

"I-I get a mouth soaping and-and a spanking," Kelsey managed to say with a quivering voice.

Syverson got out the bar of soap that was in a container marked with Kelsey's name. It was reserved only for when Kelsey had earned a mouth soaping. Syverson ran the soap under the bathroom sink so it would suds up. He then ordered Kelsey to open her mouth. Syverson thoroughly soaped her mouth, running the soap along her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, and against her teeth.

Once Syverson was done soaping her mouth, he made Kelsey hold the bar of soap between her teeth and look at herself in the mirror. Kelsey watched as the tears running down her cheeks and the snot running from her nose mixed with the soap suds coming from the sides of her mouth. Her face was red and puffy, and Kelsey was greatly regretting all her choices and actions.

Kelsey never knew how long it would be until she could spit the soap out and rinse out her mouth. Syverson never told her, and the not knowing just added to the unpleasantness.

Once Syverson did give Kelsey permission to spit out the soap and rinse out her mouth, Kelsey did so enthusiastically.

However, much too quickly Syverson said, "That's enough, Kelsey."

Kelsey could still taste soap in her mouth, but she knew better than to argue that she needed more time to rinse her mouth out. She had tried that the first time Syverson had washed her mouth out, and it had just resulted in another mouth soaping.

"Go into the bedroom and pick a corner," Syverson told Kelsey. "If you squirm or rub your bottom, I'll get one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen table, and you'll re-start corner time sitting on that."

Kelsey had to waddle into the bedroom since her panties were still at her knees, but she got into a corner as quickly as she could. She folded her arms against the wall, and rested her head against her arms. This day was going badly enough, and Kelsey certainly did not want to have to re-start corner time with her throbbing bottom sitting in a wooden chair.

While Kelsey was in the corner, she heard the distinctive sound of Syverson taking his belt off. Kelsey was not really surprised. After her behavior, a thrashing with Sy's belt was to be expected.

When Sy got Kelsey from the corner she saw that he had put a pillow at the end of the bed for her to learn over. "What were you thinking about while you were in the corner, Kelsey Jane?"

"That I shouldn't be so impulsive and impatient, and I shouldn't cuss at you. I really am sorry." Kelsey said.

"I know you are, Kelsey, and I love you, which is why i can't let you get away with acting like that." Sy replied.

"I love you too," Kelsey said. Sy hugged her, "Bend over the bed so we can get on with this, Kels."

Kelsey bent over the pillow on the edge of the bed, and Syverson did not make her wait long before he brought the belt down.

Kelsey wailed into the comforter as the belt increased the burning in her backside. The trashing with Syveron's belt did not last long, but he thoroughly covered her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

At some point Kelsey realized Sy was no longer thrashing her, and instead was sitting next to her on the bed, rubbing her back. Once Kelsey's sobbing had slowed down, Sy helped her stand up and he pulled her panties back up into place, and lowered the back of her skirt. Sy held Kelsey on his lap, and Kelsey rested her head on his shoulder. Eventually Kelsey's tears stopped completely.

"Kelsey, go clean your face, drink some water, and get ready for bed," Sy told her, "We are going to deal with you grabbing the wheel and almost causing an accident in the morning."

Kelsey had almost forgotten about that. As much as she hated the dread of having to wait on a punishment, she did not think she could take another spanking right now, and she wanted nothing more than to be able to crawl into bed and cuddle with Sy, so she did what he said.

Once they were both in bed, Sy pulled her against him. Kelsey loved lying against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat.

Even though she was exhausted, it took Kelsey longer to fall asleep than she would have thought. She couldn't help but think about what her punishment would be for grabbing the wheel. It was certainly one of the most dangerous things she had ever done, which meant she was in for a very harsh spanking.

Kelsey had a bad feeling it would involve an implement Sy had never spanked her with before, but had threatened to: the long handled plastic backed bath brush that hung in their shower.

The bath brush had first made an appearance after Kelsey had earned a spanking three days in a row.

The first day Kelsey had earned a spanking after staying out with friends later than she had planned and neglecting to tell Sy. As long as she had told Sy he wouldn't have cared. They had a deal to always let the other know if they were running late, so the other person wouldn't worry. However, that night Kelsey had been having so much fun she hadn't been paying attention to the time, or her phone, so she hadn't realized when it had crept passed the time she told Sy she would be back. It also meant she had missed the calls and texts from Sy that had started 30 minutes past the time she said she would be home. It wasn't until the ride share had dropped her off at home more than two hours past the time she had told Sy that Kelsey realized what was going on. Sy was worried something had happened, and had been just about to go out looking for her.

Sy was not happy when the only explanation Kelsey could give is that she had forgotten. "I outta wear you out with my belt," Sy had told Kelsey, "but I'm so glad you're in one piece that you're gonna get off with just my hand across your backside."

Kelsey never felt like she was "getting off" from something when she got a hand spanking from Sy. His large, hard hands delivered a blistering spanking all on their own, but Kelsey was smart enough to keep that opinion to herself. She was certain if she had shared it she would have gotten a thrashing with the belt too. The hand spanking she got that night was no exception, and she went to bed lying on her stomach with a prickling bottom.

Unfortunately she had also run into trouble the next day. Sy had warned her multiple times not to go outside without putting shoes on first. They lived in a rural, wooded area, and it was too easy to step on something and hurt yourself. Kelsey had not always been good about heeding Sy's warning, and once had gone outside barefoot and cut her foot on a rock and needed stitches. After that, Sy told her that if she ever went outside barefoot again he'd spank her.

Kelsey did not really have any excuse. There were even flip flops right by the front door she could have quickly slipped on, but when she saw the mail truck delivering the mail she was anxious to go and check it because she was waiting on a package. Kelsey ran outside without shoes on, but did not make it far. She hadn't noticed Sy when she had gone out the door, but he had watched her run out the door barefoot, and followed her outside. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and carried her into the house, pausing only to grab a switch off of a tree as he passed by.

When he set Kelsey on her feet in the kitchen, Kelsey opened her mouth to speak, but Sy cut her off. "Don't you dare tell me you forgot to put shoes on, Kelsey Jane." Sy said. Kelsey stayed quiet because that was exactly the excuse she was going to give.

"You've been forgetting a lot of things lately, Kelsey Jane, but I'm going to make sure you remember every time you sit down."

With that, Sy put the switch down on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He bent Kelsey over his lap, bared her bottom, and spanked her soundly with his hand. It somehow hurt even more than the spanking he had given her the previous evening. Sy then sent Kelsey to the corner after telling her she was going to be getting a licking with the switch next. He told Kelsey that if she squirmed or rubbed her bottom while she was in the corner he would get one of the flip flops from by the door and spank her with that when her licking was over.

While Kelsey was in the corner, Sy used a small knife to take extra leaves and twigs off the switch, and make sure it was smooth so it would not cut Kelsey. Sy had never used a switch on Kelsey before, and when Sy got Kelsey from the corner she begged him not to use it on her. Sy's only response was to tell Kelsey to bend over the kitchen table.

The only warning Kelsey had that the switch was coming down was the whistling sound it made in the air right before it collided with her sit spots. Kelsey shrieked, and would have jumped up from the table if Sy had not been holding her down with his left hand while his right hand yielded the switch. The switch stung horribly, and by the time Sy was done Kelsey felt the sting all the way from the center of her bottom to the backs of her thighs.

The remainder of the day had not been a comfortable one for Kelsey. Sy had made her sit on the wooden chair at the table when they were eating dinner, and would not allow her to get a pillow to sit on.

The next morning when Kelsey woke up after sleeping on her stomach again, her bottom still stung from the switching. Sy was already up and almost done getting ready. "I'll make you breakfast, Kelsey." Sy offered. Kelsey knew he was trying to be kind and start the day off well with her. The night before after Sy had made Kelsey sit on the wooden chair without a pillow during dinner, Kelsey had not spoken a further word to him and had gone to bed as soon as she was done eating.

"Are you going to make me sit on the wooden chair?" Kelsey asked sarcastically. Kelsey knew speaking to Sy like this after earning a spanking the last two days was not a smart move, but her bottom still stung and so did her ego.

"Kelsey Jane…" Sy said as a warning, but otherwise chose to ignore her question. "What do you want me to make you to eat?"

"I am not hungry," Kelsey replied, "I am going to stay in bed."

"Are you feeling sick?" Sy asked her. Kelsey sometimes tried to skip meals, which only made her hungry and cranky, and Sy would have no part of, unless she was not feeling well.

"No." Kelsey replied flatly.

"Alright," Sy said, and this time there was no mistaking the firmness in his voice, "Then you are having breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

Kelsey should have taken Sy's statement for what it was: one last chance for her to save herself before she got in trouble.

Unfortunately Kelsey did not do that. Instead she replied in a defiant voice, "I said I. Am. Not. Hungry!"

Sy was almost done getting ready, and what Kelsey had failed to notice was that the only thing Sy had left to put on was his belt, which he was holding in his hand.

After Kelsey's statement, Sy pulled the covers off from her, and pulled her towards the end of the bed. He lifted up her nightgown. pulled down her panties, and started thrashing her bottom and the backs of her thighs with his belt, while keeping her held down on the bed with his left hand. Getting a belting when her backside and backs of her thighs still stung from the switching the day before created a deep burning and itching sensation and Kelsey tried to get away as she sobbed and begged Sy to stop, but it was no use. Sy had her pinned down on the bed and he ignored her pleas. Once the thrashing was over, Sy waited until Kelsey's sobbing had slowed down to say to her, "Are you going to eat breakfast, Kelsey, or do you need some time in the corner and another dose of my belt to think it over?"

"I'll eat breakfast," Kelsey said quietly.

When they went downstairs for breakfast Sy did make Kelsey sit in the wooden chair, and Kelsey started crying again when her blistered bottom made contact with it.

When Kelsey was done eating, Sy told her she could go back to bed, which Kelsey was grateful for because she was not in the mood to do anything else. Sy told her he was going out to run an errand, but would only be gone about an hour.

Kelsey ended up falling back to sleep, and when she woke up Sy was back. He brought what he had bought into the bedroom and layed it on the bed. It was a long handled plastic backed bath brush. Kelsey's eyes widened, and knot formed in her stomach.

"You've earned a spanking three days in a row now, Kelsey Jane, " Sy said. "If you earn any more spankings in the next week, I'll spank you with that, instead of my hand, and then you'll also get a spanking with my belt or the switch. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," Kelsey said, as tears started to fall down her face. She hated even thinking about it, and vowed to herself to be on her best behavior.

Sy sat down on the bed and pulled Kelsey onto his lap. "I'm going to hang it up in the shower as a reminder."

Kelsey shuttered. "I promise I'll behave."

Sy chuckled as he cuddled Kelsey, "I sure hope so."

Kelsey did behave and did not earn any spankings with the bath brush.

However, now lying in bed after doing one of the most dangerous things she had ever done, Kelsey had a bad feeling she and the bath brush were about to become well acquainted.

When she woke up the next morning, Sy was already up and dressed. "Go on into the bathroom, Kelsey Jane," Sy told her.

When Kelsey got into the bathroom she saw that Sy had taken the bath brush from where it had been hanging in the shower, and had put it on the bathroom counter, and Kelsey knew her fate was sealed.

Sy instructed Kelsey to bend over the counter, and he lifted up her nightgown and pulled down her panties to her knees. Sy picked up the bath brush and tapped it against Kelsey's bottom, "What could have happened when you grabbed the wheel yesterday, Kelsey Jane?"

"We could have crashed, and we could have gotten hurt or even killed, and hurt other people if we crashed into them." Kelsey felt so ashamed when she thought about how reckless her actions were, and how bad things could have gone.

"That's right," Sy said firmly, "but you weren't thinking and you were being impulsive, weren't you, Kelsey Jane?"

"Yes, Sir." Kelsey admitted.

"This spanking is going to be a good reminder to curb those impulsive tendencies of yours, and you'll certainly be thinking about it every time you sit down."

Kelsey whimpered.

Sy put the bath brush back on the counter, and got out a washcloth. He ran the washcloth under the bathroom faucet, and then rubbed the washcloth on her bottom and the backs of Kelsey's thighs.

Kelsey started to cry. Sy had never wetted her bottom before spanking her before, but Kelsey knew spankings hurt more on wet skin, and now she was going to find out just how much more.

Sy picked up the bath brush and held Kelsey against the counter with his left hand. The cracking sound of the brush landing on her bottom reverberated around the bathroom, and Kelsey howled. It was every bit as painful as Kelsey feared it would be, if not more, especially since she was still sore from the belting the night before.

The sound of the bath brush repeatedly smacking against Kelsey's bottom and Kelsey's sobs filled the bathroom.

When Sy moved the brush to the backs of her thighs, Kelsey wailed and her feet kicked up from the ground, nearly colliding with Sy accidentally. "Pleeasssse, no moooore!" Kelsey begged.

Sy paused the spanking. "Keep your feet down," Sy ordered, "If you kick me, Kelsey Jane, when I'm done wearing you out with the bash brush I'll make you go cut a switch."

This statement elicited more sobbing from Kelsey. Sy continued the spanking, not going any easier on Kelsey. Kelsey managed to keep her feet on the ground, but shifted her weight from foot to foot trying to find some sort of relief, which did not come.

Suddenly the spanking was over, and Sy put the bath brush back on the counter, and pulled Kelsey against him.

Kelsey was crying so hard that her breath was hitching as she cried into Sy's chest. Sy rubbed her back and told her to take deep breaths. Kelsey did her best, and when her crying had turned to whimpering, Sy went and got another washcloth, dampened it, and gave it to Kelsey so she could clean off her face. He also gave Kelsey tissues to blow her nose, and a glass of water. "Drink all of it," he told Kelsey, and Kelsey did. She had been crying so much she was going to get dehydrated.

Sy then took Kelsey into the bedroom and sat with her on his lap. Kelsey whimpered when her aching bottom made contact with Sy's thigh, but she loved being comforted by him too much to care.

Sy continued to rub her back. "I love you more than anything, Kelsey Jane. I can't think about anything bad happening to you. It tears me up."

"I know, Darren," Kelsey said, "I am so, so sorry. I love you so much."

"I know, Baby," Sy said, "And that it why I need you to hear me loud and clear when I say this: If you ever do anything that dangerous again, I will spank you every morning for a week with that bath brush on your bare, wet backside, and no amount of pleading or crying will change my mind. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir", Kelsey said, and she wrapped her arms around Sy's neck. Sy embraced her. They stayed that way for several minutes and then Sy told her he was going to make breakfast. Kelsey's face scrunched up at the thought of having to sit in the hard wooden chair to eat breakfast at the kitchen table. However, Sy continued, "But since I'm a big 'ol sofie I'll let you stay you in bed and I'll bring breakfast up to you."

"Thanks, Honey," Kelsey replied, "But my bottom disagrees about you being a 'big 'ol softie'".

Sy laughed and kissed Kelsey.