Maddy & Gen 4: Engels’ Laws of Dialectics

A Special Happy Birthday to the Formidable “HMS!” ;)

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Genevieve pulled into the driveway and got the groceries out of the car. Autumn air was warm and fresh, caressing and slightly scented. Sensei breathed in deeply, taking her time surveying the front yard. The blanket of freshly-cut green grass was swaying in the gentle breeze and the Japanese maple looked tall and healthy providing plenty of shade. She smiled, thinking to herself, ‘We really ought to make a little flower garden here, with all the regional varieties of hosta that I used to have at my old house.’

She and her girlfriend Maddy had purchased this house together. They both wanted to have something that would remind them daily of their commitment to each other. They also wanted to start afresh in a new dwelling and so far the plan had worked because both women were happy and content settling into a blissful cohabitation.

Gen went into the kitchen and placed the groceries on the counter. She then went to the master bedroom, or as Maddy liked to call it, “Our Room,” where she changed into a comfortable white cotton tank top and black shorts. The room still smelt faintly of new furniture which put a smile on Genevieve’s face. When they moved in, they purchased every single piece of furniture together for their bedroom. This room was truly theirs together, brand new.

The rest of the ranch was furnished by mixing and matching pieces from their respective previous homes. Surprisingly everything seemed to blend seamlessly into a warm, soft nest of comfort and harmony.

Gen came back to the kitchen. It’s Friday, the end of a busy first week of the fall semester for both of them. She could hardly wait to spend a quiet evening with Maddy.

The menu for tonight would be a simple affair: grilled scallops and shrimp, and green vegetables over Spanish rice, and Ben and Jerry’s for dessert.

Sensei poured herself a glass of merlot and sipped slowly. Maddy wouldn’t be home for another hour or so.

Her phone beeped. A message flashed on the screen: Guess what? Thanksgiving in Paradise!!

Gen smiled indulgently. Her girlfriend loved travelling and was always cooking up new travel schemes. It must have been one of the promotional deals that Maddy had gotten interested in. Sensei imagined their dinner conversation being dominated by a bubbly Maddy selling her the idea of spending Thanksgiving in Hawaii. Her face broke into a big grin. Maddy could be adorably persistent when she got her mind set on something.

About 20 minutes later, a small figure burst into the door, in typical Maddy fashion.

“Hey sweetie, you are home early. I didn’t expect you for another hour at least.” Gen rushed towards the door to meet her petite girlfriend, a little surprised.

Maddy flew into Gen’s open arms as the taller woman picked her up and carried her through to the kitchen.

“Did you get my message?” Maddy kicked off her shoes.

“Yes. What’s that all about?”

“We are going to Aloha babe! For Thanksgiving!” Maddy was grinning from ear to ear.

Gen put her down on the counter and waited for the story.

“You know that paper on the annoying emerald ash borer I wrote?”

“The one published in JPP?” She was referring to the Journal of Plant Pathology.

“Yup. Apparently, it caught the attention of one Dr. Park, Sylvia Park, you know, the big shot in my field. She called to invite me to speak at their annual meeting in O’ahu, all expenses paid!”

“Wow,” Gen gave her love a big hug. “Congratulations, Dr. Madison McGrath. That is excellent news!” Sensei was very proud of her partner’s professional achievement.

Maddy’s face was flushed with excitement as she continued, “Since it’s right before Thanksgiving break, I figure you should come too.” Maddy laid out her plan enthusiastically. “Do you realize Gen, we’ll finally get to meet HMS,” the younger woman winked, referring to the professional disciplinarian whose kinky blog both women loved and had spent countless hours reading over the years. They had been corresponding regularly and had become close spanky friends.

“So … whatcha say?” Maddy asked expectantly.

“I say that sounds like a great plan, hon.” Gen smiled approvingly at her girlfriend. She had always wanted to visit the Paradise, but to meet the legendary HMS who’s respected and loved by all in the f/f kinky community? Now that was definitely something she wouldn’t pass for anything.

Both women were so excited by the prospect of their Thanksgiving trip they chatted about all things Aloha. It was a while before they realized the sun was about to set and they quickly started working on dinner. Gen was the grill Tzarista and Maddy set about cooking the Spanish rice and preparing iced tea.

Gen couldn’t help but grinning as she started the grill. There’s something to be said about living together as a couple, going through the daily mundane routines. Sensei liked that a lot. The domestic bliss had a calming and reassuring effect on them both and the stability brought serenity. She brushed a generous portion of garlic butter over the scallops and shrimp before gently placing them on the grill. Then she laid out the vegetables alongside as well. It would take but a few minutes.

They sat down at the little table on the porch. The crimson sun had just started setting, the evening breeze gently touching their faces. Sipping her red wine, Maddy rattled off her day.

“I couldn’t wait to get outta my office after the call!” Maddy scooped some rice into her mouth.

“So you managed to finish up everything early then?” Gen asked while biting down into a tender scallop that melted in her mouth right away.

“Nah, not really, I just wanted to come home.”

Something clicked in Sensei’s brain.

“So you didn’t text me right after you’d got the call?” Sensei kept her tone very casual.

“No, not right away ‘cause I wanted to come home and surprise ya.” Maddy had no inkling where Sensei was headed.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Sensei teased.

The younger woman rolled her eyes dramatically, “You know perfectly well my dear Sensei, that patience is not one of my countless virtues, is it?” Maddy said in an exaggerated tone.

“No, I’m afraid not, honey.” Sensei shook her head, smiling. Then she asked, her tone deceptively casual and soft, “When did you text me then?”

“On the way home.” Maddy took another sip of her wine.

Sensei’s smile faded and her face fell. She put down her fork.

“In the jeep, while driving.” This was not a question but a statement.

Maddy caught the drift of it. Oh-uh, crap.

She quickly made to stand up. “Gotta pee. Be right back.”

Despite the annoyance and disappointment she felt, Genevieve had to suppress a tiny grin. Her sweetheart was nothing if not quick at fleeing when she knew she was in trouble, a trait shared by her late beloved Evie.

“Not so quick, missy. Finish your meal and then let’s talk.” The voice was soft but the tone left no room for argument.

“Talk?” Maddy knew exactly what was coming. Her mind went into overdrive trying to figure out how to handle the sticky situation she’d gotten herself in. She took her time finishing the food while Gen finished hers in silence.

“Come with me.” Gen firmly grabbed Maddy’s hand and led her to the living room.

“Bu-but I need to do the dishes.” Maddy pointed out.

“The dishes can wait.” Was the Top’s firm reply.

Sitting on the couch side by side, Sensei’s brown eyes locked straight into Maddy’s light gray irises.

“Maddy, were you texting while driving?” Sensei asked in a low voice but her enunciation was very clear.

“Hmmm.” Maddy stuttered and looked away. “Technically yes, but um, well, in actuality, no.”

“How so?” Gen’s eyebrows shot up.

“Well, you see, the car was actually not moving at the time ‘cause I was waiting for the light, so actually I was not texting WHILE driving.” Maddy explained, hoping this reasoning could get her out of trouble.

Gen looked at her girlfriend, incredulous. “But you were behind the wheel, on a busy road, Maddy!”

“Why yes, technically. But it’s like Engels’ first Law of Dialectics, you know, the Law of Opposites.” Maddy perked up.

“I’m listening.” Gen’s eyes were narrowing.

“See, though contradictory in nature, opposites can co-exist perfectly well. In this case I was driving and yet, I wasn’t driving.” Maddy made her case vehemently, “When I texted you, I WASN’T driving.” She added in a hopeful but small voice, “It only took a few seconds.”

“Madison McGrath!” Gen’s voice was becoming ominous. “I asked you a simple question: Were you texting while driving? And you are giving me a philosophy lesson on Engels?”

“No, noo, I was just trying to explain why it was not a simple yes or no answer kind of situation ‘cause you know it’s like asking me if I’m moving or not moving right now.”

“Well?” Sensei leaned back on the couch, arms folded across the chest.

“I’m both not moving and moving ‘cause though I’m sitting down the earth is always moving, and therefore so are we.” Maddy looked at Gen willing her to understand Engels’ first law of dialectics.

“Cut it out already, young lady. You are not taking this seriously.” Gen sighed. She was clearly annoyed at her girlfriend’s argumentativeness. “You know perfectly well that distraction accounts for a majority of road accidents.”

Sensei put her head down on the back of the couch and closed her eyes.

Maddy wanted to say more but after a peek at Gen’s face, she stopped herself.

They sat in silence.

Maddy knew her partner was upset. But unlike Maddy, Gen had a very restrained personality and rarely exploded when angry; instead she would retreat to a solitary, contemplative state.

Maddy gingerly put her hand on Sensei’s thigh. “Ok, I’m very sorry I was using my phone in the car. I shouldn’t have.” She apologized.

Gen opened her eyes and her gaze carried a distant look that chilled Maddy to the bone. “How could you even think of texting in the car, Maddy?” Sensei’s voice was shaking, “You knew how I felt about that.”

Maddy knew that Gen’s late partner Evie’s death had been caused by a college girl who, while texting her boyfriend at the time, veered her vehicle into the path of Evie’s. The head-on collision had claimed both lives.

Maddy hung her head, her eyes stung by a flood of fresh tears. “Yes I know. I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Just too excited.” Maddy touched Gen’s arm. “Can you forgive me, Gen?”

Gen lightly brushed Maddy’s auburn hair with her finger. “Maddy, I’m really upset right now.” She paused before continuing, “I’d like to be by myself tonight. I need time to think through some things. Would you please take the spare room?”

‘Crap,’ Maddy realized, this was far worse than she thought. Since they’d moved into the new house, they had always slept in “Our Room” together.

Maddy looked at Gen with pleading eyes, but Sensei held her ground. “If you wish, I can go to the spare room.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Maddy said. “I’ll see you in the morning. Please don’t be too mad.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Sensei stood up and walked straight into “Our Room.”

Maddy tossed and turned in the guest bedroom. The bed wasn’t as comfortable and without Gen nestled next to her, she felt lonely. Thinking of that disappointed look on Sensei’s face made more tears fall down her face, wetting the pillow.

‘God knows what Gen is going through,’ Maddy felt a sharp pain in her chest. ‘Probably recalling all that terrible stuff of Evie’s death.’ Maddy cried more and she really wanted to go join her love but decided to give her partner some space as she had requested.

Polly, her beloved Siamese, startled her by jumping into the bed and settling on her chest. The cat’s aqua eyes faced the miserable woman while meowing loudly, ‘What’s wrong?’ Maddy patted her gently, ‘I was such an idiot!’ She told Polly, ‘Yes, I totally blew it. Gen probably despises me now.’ Her crying became more intense, ‘Forget Hawaii, and screw Engels’ Laws of Dialectics!’

Sometime during the quiet night, Maddy was aroused from her sleep as she became aware of being carried in Sensei’s strong arms into their bedroom and gently laid down onto the warm bed. It was dark and silent and a drowsy Maddy snuggled into Sensei and fell back to sleep promptly.

The next morning Sensei seemed to be back to normal as tenderness and warmth returned to her eyes. She made a delicious southern breakfast of sausage, eggs, hash browns and creamy grits. After they ate, Sensei suggested making a flower garden together. Maddy readily went along.

The whole morning they worked hard. Sensei chatted about plants and flowers. Maddy felt a little apprehensive knowing the issue of the previous day hadn’t been addressed and resolved. She watched Sensei carefully and followed her lead but kept her mouth shut most of the time. After a couple hours, a beautiful flower bed was taking shape nicely and Sensei was very pleased. She smiled lovingly and appreciatively at Maddy. “Thank you Maddy for your help.”

“No problem, Gen.” Maddy worked up her courage. “Um, honey?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“When-when are we gonna … er… talk about what happened?” Maddy’s voice faltered.

“This afternoon.” Was the firm reply.

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“You know why we are here, right?” Sensei sat on a straight-backed chair in the living room and Maddy stood in front of her, her head hung. On the floor next to the chair sat a small tote.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m very sorry for using my phone in the car.” The guilty woman glanced at the tote, fully aware that a sound spanking chastisement was by now a far gone conclusion.

“What else are you sorry for?” Sensei prompted, touching Maddy’s lower arm.

“Er… for arguing about it and trying Engels’ Laws of Dialectics to save my ass?” Maddy answered miserably.

A tiniest of grins appeared on Sensei’s face. Yeah, that Engels’ Laws of Dialectics nonsense! ‘The little bratty professor could be quite creative at times.’

“Maddy?” Gen paused, moving her hand down to hold Maddy’s wrist.

“Yes, Sensei?”

“You know this was a serious offense and the spanking that’s coming to you is going to be a hard one?” Sensei said softly and yet sternly. She pointed at her lap.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Maddy’s voice trembled. She eyed the tote bag again while obediently lowering herself down onto Sensei’s firm thighs.

Un-ceremonially Sensei right away peeled off Maddy’s shorts and then her panties down to her knees. She raised her arm and brought her hand down. A solid smack landed on Maddy’s bare bottom.

“Ouch.” Maddy squirmed, realizing there’s going to be no warm-up this time.

SLAP, SLAP, several more stinging spanks followed, filling the room with a crispy and loud sound that sent shivers down Maddy’s spine. Almost immediately red handprints appeared on the upturned pale bottom cheeks. Maddy wiggled more, apprehensive of what’s to come.

Sensei bent down and picked out a bamboo spatula from the tote. It’s clearly well used and worn with a smooth shining surface on both sides. She laid it flat on the right cheek.

“Didn’t we agree not to use the phone in the car altogether?” Sensei asked in a stern voice while delivering a strong smack with the spatula.

“Ow, ye-yes, Ma’am, we did.” Maddy gasped at the impact of the bamboo.

SPLAT, SPLAT, the bamboo came down hard on the left cheek, five times in a row.

Maddy held her breath while her bottom was being attacked and then let all the air out, “Ouuchy, I’m very sorry Ma’am.” Maddy’s legs scissored.

Again, Sensei swung the bamboo implement and landed it hard on the right cheek, five times in a row too. “You know what went through my mind last night?” She asked in a shaky voice.

Maddy swayed her hips trying to shake the sting out. “Ye-yes, I guess you remembered what had happened to Evie.” Maddy felt so miserable she started to sob.

SMACK, the bamboo came down again, hard, this time covering both cheeks.

“Yes, but I was also imagining all the terrible things that could’ve happened to you …” Sensei’s voice broke as she could no longer continue. She reached over to turn Maddy’s head around and the younger woman was faced with her girlfriend’s misty eyes.

“Madison McGrath,” Sensei enunciated each word in a low voice but her resolve was palpable. “I can never, and WILL never go through something like that ever again! You hear me, young lady?” Sensei’s determined eyes held Maddy’s, not blinking.

“I know. I’m very sorry to put you through that, Gen.” Maddy was openly weeping now. She held onto Sensei’s leg tight.

“Saying sorry just won’t do this time!” Sensei bent down and retrieved her old trusty hairbrush from the bag on the floor. With a steel arm, the determined top raised the hairbrush and rained down a dozen or so solid whacks on Maddy’s bare cheeks, sending the guilty woman squirming and wriggling desperately. Her bottom now was covered in crimson splotches. Her hand tried to fly back to protect her sore bottom but Sensei had it pinned on the side.

Sensei paused and breathed out deeply. She knew she had lit a small fire on Maddy’s bottom and judging from Maddy’s pleading and wailing, the little brat of a plant pathology professor just might have learned her lesson.

“Maddy?” Sensei put down the heavy hairbrush and gently fingered the tender bottom.

“Yes?” Sniffling, the spanked woman tried to shake the sting out of her bottom.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Sensei’s tone was soft but serious.

“Yes, Ma’am. I promise I will not talk or text in the car.” Maddy promised earnestly.

“That’s not enough.” The older woman answered in a determined voice. “The phone needs to be switched off in the car.”

A small pause followed. “Bu-but, Gen!”

“Do not ‘but Gen’ me, Maddy. From now on the phone stays off in the car, period.” Sensei lay down the law.

“Under any circumstances?” Maddy asked in a small sheepish voice.

“Correct.” Was the Top’s unwavering reply. She was flabbergasted that even in this precarious position, her naughty girlfriend was still trying to negotiate.

“Bu-but I am good at …” Maddy’s voice trailed off.

“What’s that?”

“… multi-tasking.” Maddy finished off her sentence.

Sensei took a deep breath and sighed. This was going to take longer than she had planned.

“Research shows that when people do more than one activity at a time they are not actually doing them simultaneously. Instead they are shifting their attention from one thing to another and then back. You see, in that shift, you can lose focus on the road.” Sensei explained patiently.

“How did you know all that stuff?”

“You know that book on attention science I was reading last week? ‘A
Deadly Wandering: A Tale of Tragedy and Redemption in the Age of Attention,’ by Matt Richtel. They explained that drivers are impaired for up to 15 seconds after they text.”

Maddy’s body slightly shifted but she remained quiet.

The Top signed. She knew that her stubborn partner was not entirely convinced. ‘Looks like more re-enforcement is called for,’ she decided. Gen re-positioned the naughty girl on her lap so the red bottom was at a perfect angle for easy access.

Maddy’s heart sank. She had figured the spanking was over.

Sensei rested her palm on the warm fleshy peachy bottom and instructed her girlfriend to count out each smack.

“Count?” Maddy snorted, “But I thought you were not fond of the practice.”

“I am not, but since you brought up the subject of Engels’ Laws of Dialectics …” Sensei’s voice betrayed just the tiniest bit of mischiefs.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Maddy snapped.

“Everything, my love. Remember the second law of dialectics?”

“Hmm,” Maddy tried to remember but it was hard to use her mental faculties given her current precarious position. “Isn’t that something about a tadpole turning into a frog? I can’t remember exactly.”

Sensei burst out chuckling, “Well, yes, that’s a good example.” She patted the red sore bottom. “The Law of Transformation says that after many quantity changes, at some point a qualitative change will occur. Which means I’d like to test how many smacks it would take for a substantive change in your attitude to occur.”

Maddy’s eyes widened and her body stiffened. She hadn’t thought about the second law but it didn’t sound promising for her tender rear end.

Seeing Maddy’s body reaction, Sensei had to try hard not to chuckle. “So you see, sweetie, we may have to sit here for a long time and if necessary …” her voice trailed off a little, “we can continue this tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

“Nooooo. “ Maddy whined. “Tomorrow I wanna ride my bike!”

“It’s not entirely a bad idea to ride your bike with a sore bottom, dear. Helps you focus.” The older woman said with a wink.

With that, Sensei started spanking the wiggly bottom on her lap with her hand and delivered two hard whacks on Maddy’s tender cheeks, one on each. She paused and waited.

“Two, Sensei.” Maddy grumbled.

“Good girl.”

Sensei continued to deliver hard whacks on Maddy’s sore bottom and after a dozen or so Maddy started to wriggle vigorously trying to avoid the punishing smacks. But there was no avoiding them because Sensei was stronger and she held her naughty girlfriend in place and continued raining down forceful hard blows with her hand. She made sure all the pale spots were taken care of so the entire bottom now was covered in a smooth bright redness, no more splotches.

Maddy was getting desperate. She could never understand how her girlfriend’s seemingly harmless hand could deliver such forceful and stingy spanks on her bare bottom. Concentrating hard on bracing herself for each smack, she had forgotten to count.

“Where are we now, missy?” Sensei paused for a second, shaking the sting out of her hand.

“Damn it hurts! I lost the freakin’ count!” Maddy snorted.

“Well, I thought somebody said she was good at multi-tasking.” Sensei pointed out with the smallest of winks in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point, Gen. Please stop already.” Maddy pleaded.

“Stop? Before I finish testing the second law?” Sensei exclaimed and resumed her hand spanking rhythm.

“Alright, alright. I’ve changed my mind now, I swear!” Maddy tried desperately to get the spanking to stop.

“Let’s hear it then.” Sensei stopped and rested her palm on Maddy’s sore cheeks, enjoying the warmth.

“I swear I’ll always leave my phone off in the car.” Maddy grumbled between her teeth.

“Under any circumstances?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Sensei allowed a smile to appear on her face, relieved.

“No more argument about multi-tasking then?”

“No, no more multi-tasking when I am driving.” Maddy promised.

“That’s my girl.” Sensei gently massaged Maddy’s freshly spanked bottom before lifting her up to sit in her lap, causing the spanked bottom to ow and ouch a few times.

“I’m glad it didn’t take too long for the transformation to take place,” Sensei winked. Then her face became serious.

“Maddy, you understand that there will NOT be a next time, don’t you?” Sensei locked her eyes with her girlfriend’s.

“Yes, ma’am.” The chastised woman nodded.

“And to reinforce this lesson, I will add another punishment.” The older woman announced calmly.

Maddy almost jumped off Gen’s lap, a horrified expression on her face. “You gonna spank me some more?”

“No, not right now. But I’m imposing a ‘no driving’ sanction for a week starting on Monday.” Sensei stated firmly.

“Wha?” Falling off Sensei’s lap, Maddy was incredulous. “You think I’m a freakin’ teenager? You don’t trust me anymore?”

Sensei remained seated with a straightened back. “Of course I trust you, Maddy.” She pointed at her lap and spoke softly, “Get back here and let me explain.”

Maddy gingerly snuggled up into her partner’s lap again, careful not to let her sore bottom touch anything.

Sensei held the petite woman tightly and kissed her. “Honey, I want to make absolutely sure that you do not forget this lesson next time you happen to receive some good news and become excited.”

Maddy was quiet for a while and finally nodded. “But how am I getting to work, Gen?” She asked in a soft voice.

“Take the bus, sweetie.” Sensei replied.

Maddy wanted to protest, but one look at her partner’s face made her change her mind. Resigned, she put her hands around Sensei’s shoulders. “Suppose I can ride my bike too.”

“That a girl.” Sensei smiled, relived and pleased at her girlfriend’s compliance. “It’ll be a good workout,” she said, carrying her petite partner to the sofa.

They cuddled and snuggled and Sensei took special care of Maddy’s sore bottom. Before long both women were so aroused they proceeded to make passionate love on the sofa. Polly, the Siamese, perched on the coffee table looking on with amusement. When the two intertwined lovers reached the peak and vocalized their joy, Polly was startled, meowing while darting away. The women burst out laughing.

“Gen?” Maddy, flat on her back, asked softly, still panting.

“Yes, my love?” Sensei answered through her heavy breathing.

“I’m really sorry that I made you relive Evie’s death.” Maddy apologized sincerely.

“I know, sweetheart, and I would never want anything like that to happen to you or anyone else, you know that.” Gen gently moved a few stray hairs away from Maddy’s face.

“Can I ask you a question, Gen?” Maddy looked up at Sensei.

“Yeah, sure.” Sensei planted a kiss on Maddy’s forehead.

“How come you brought me back to Our Room last night? I thought you were pretty mad.” Maddy pulled the older woman closer.

“Yes, initially.” Sensei kissed Maddy’s little cute button nose. “But after a while I calmed down and I found myself missing you terribly and I just had to come get you.” Another passionate kiss, this time on Maddy’s open mouth.

“Thank you, Gen,” Maddy put her arms around the older woman’s neck.

“I decided that I’d forgive you but you certainly deserved a sound spanking, young lady!” Sensei lifted Maddy’s shapely legs and patted her spanked red bottom.

Maddy wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, it hurt all right.” She added with a pout, “And no car for a week!”

Then she remembered something and a glint of hope appeared in her eyes. “Gen?”

“Yes, hon?”

“You still going to Hawaii with me?” Maddy asked.

“Of course. Will not miss it for anything.” Gen answered. “But be prepared, young lady!”

“Huh? Prepared for what?”

“For a proper, professionally administered Aloha spanking!” Gen grinned. “HMS has agreed to conduct a disciplinary session with you.”

“What for?” Maddy shivered as she pretended to whine, her heart soaring.

“Well, to reinforce the lesson I tried to impart on your bottom today.” Sensei couldn’t hide her enjoyment at her partner’s reaction.

“Will you be watching?” Flushed, Maddy asked shyly, straddling her legs around Sensei and gave her a kiss.

“Yes of course! I’ve got a lot to learn from a pro you know.” Sensei replied, grinning widely.

Maddy nodded. Her tongue danced happily in Gen’s mouth until the two women had to part for air. Then Maddy remembered something else.

“Gen? You gotta admit the dialectics crap was pretty cool, huh? Wasn’t I a clever girl?” The smirk on her face was priceless, Gen thought.

Laughing affectionately, the Top said indulgently, “Yes, that was pretty creative, and yes, you were a clever brat. It certainly caught me by surprise because I hadn’t thought of that stuff since college.”

“But it’s amazing you still remembered the second law.”

“Yeah well, I credit it to that butch professor in college, what’s her name now.” Sensei tried to recall but gave up. “Anyways, she was my philosophy teacher, dark hair, tall, muscular. Boy, did she make sure we paid attention in class!” Sensei said with a sudden shiver, remembering the professor’s stern demeanor.

Then she added, “There’s actually a third law called something like the Law of Negation but I can’t seem to remember what it is all about now.”

“C’mon, let’s Google it,” Maddy suggested with enthusiasm. “Might come in handy one day,” she winked.

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A Treat for Y’all

Fat Lady3

Hey I just seem to have a knack for finding these gems! ;-) Look at those awesome butt cheeks and thighs. Enjoy. :)

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What About Lizzy?

I’ve been thinking about what to do with Lizzy. ;) After all she’s the “real” culprit in the stats final cheating fiasco! Stella has already dealt with Cat adequately and Dr. Kato will take care of the rest; however, Lizzy is still not seen to. *eg* We all know Lucy is a formidable top, even more strict than Stalla, so Liz is not gonna get away right? Plus, she might face more serious troubles at the college too.

The problem is my creative juices seem to have dried up! Definitely not flowing freely atm. :( So I’m having a “What to Do with Lizzy” contest to see what you great readers might come up with. Heehee. Please leave your suggestions in the comment section, plot, character, position, punishment, scenario, implements, anything, ‘k?

Muchas gracias!

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Cat & Stella 6: Cat Lends a Hand (pt.III)

“I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” Was Stella’s determined and calm answer.

Stella put down the belt on the bed, grabbed Cat’s hips with both hands and pulled them towards the edge of the bed. She then picked up her belt, folded it into double and held it in her right hand. Then she lifted Cat’s legs up with her left hand until her red bottom was in an upright position.

“Wha-what’s this? What you doing?” Cat asked, though comprehension starting to dawn on her.

Stella looked at her girlfriend in the eye. “This is called the diaper position and for your information, I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” She held Cat’s legs up and explained while eyeballing the distance. She took a step back and raised her arm, delivering a testing WHAP to Cat’s right bottom cheek.

“Ow, nooo.” Cat was mortified of being spanked in this very vulnerable position. ‘The diaper position?’ she repeated silently. Lizzy had never mentioned this before and Liz had been in a spanking relationship for a long time. Maybe Lucy had never spanked her in this awful position.

She started to wiggle, trying to bend her knees and lower her bottom down.

“You can either take your punishment quietly, not fight me, or I can make it a lot harder for you. You understand, Cat?” Stella held Cat’s legs steadily up, exactly where she wanted them to be, and swung her arm and delivered another testing WHAP with her belt on the left cheek.

Cat tried again to get out of Stella’s grip, but found herself trapped by a strong hold.

“Look,” Stella said, “this is the first time for me to spank your bottom in this position. I’ve read on some blogs that it can be very effective.” Stella bent down and patted Cat’s face reassuringly. “It’s important for you not to move, otherwise the belt may land on places we don’t want it to land, okay?”

“’K.” Cat sniffed and stopped struggling. She held her legs up for her dominant girlfriend. “Can you be gentle please, Stel?”

Stella nodded. “I’ll give you –“ She had planned on doling out twelve strokes to really make an impression on her younger girlfriend, but what came out of her mouth was: “eight lashes.”

“’K,” the college girl gave her acquiesce, bracing for the impending assault from the leather.

Stella focused her eyes on the upright red peachy derriere and adjusted her own position. She again raised her belt. Not too high, just enough for her arm to have a good swing. SWOOSH, SPLAT, it hit the middle of the bottom, covering both cheeks. Then she stopped and looked at the college girl inquiringly. Cat wiggled her hip a little and nodded for Stella to continue.

SWOOSH, SPLAT, the next strike landed just a little below the first one, creating a parallel but almost overlapping line.

Cat’s hand automatically flew to her bottom. Her beautiful eyes begged Stella’s permission. Stella nodded. The punished girl immediately set to rubbing her sore bottom.

“Six more,” Stella declared. They both knew she was not swinging her arm very hard and the blows could’ve been a lot harder. But still, Cat knew Stella really wanted to impart on her the serious nature of this offense.

SWOOSH, SPLAT. SWOOSH, SPLAT. SWOOSH, SPLAT. The belt fell down three times in quick succession, on Cat’s right cheek, landing exactly on the same tender sit spot.

“Oww.” Cat bucked, shifted, clenched and swayed, trying to avoid the leather. She was allowed to rub her bottom again before resuming her position for the last three blows.

The last three whips rained down swiftly, methodically targeting the sweet sit spot on the left cheek.

Then it was over.

Stella let the belt fall on the floor and gently lowered Cat’s legs onto the bed. She bent down and touched the little girl’s hair and wiped her tears off her face. “Baby, we are done. Why don’t you take a few minutes and then go get yourself cleaned up?” Her voice was less stern now.

Cat nodded. She lay quietly, her face turned sideways. She wept softly, feeling more remorseful than ever. Her spanked bottom felt hot and throbbing like a small fire had been lit.

Stella’s heart ached at the sight and she hoped that the punishment had driven home the lesson and the college girl was going to remember this spanking for a long time. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

It took the punished girl a good two minutes to stop rubbing her sore bottom and regain her composure. Finally, her sobbing subsided. She got on her unsteady feet and Stella helped her walk into the bathroom.

Both girls were drained physically and emotionally. They lay in bed with the lights off. Cat snuggled up to Stella who put her arm around Cat’s back, moving her hand up and down gently. All was quiet.

Cat opened her mouth to say something but Stella shushed her in the ear, “Shhh, go to sleep baby. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She buried her face into Cat’s soft hair and stayed there for a minute. Then she ran her fingers down Cat’s back and gently cupped the punished bottom, one cheek at a time. “I love you, baby,” she purred.

The next morning, Stella woke up to the chirping birds in the yard. The warm sunshine came in through the half opened windows and the morning breeze was so fresh. Next to her, Cat was still soundly asleep, her body sprawled out, face buried in the pillow. The redness on her bottom had faded somewhat, but it was still evident that it had taken quite a big spanking recently.

Stella sighed, remembering last night. She quickly rolled out of bed and got into the bathroom. After a long soothing shower, she emerged with her hair wet, a towel wrapped around her, feeling refreshed and found herself in a much better mood.

Stella quietly climbed back into the bed. Kneeling down next to Cat, she rubbed a generous portion of the cool arnica gel into Cat’s spanked bottom. Amazingly, Cat’s bottom skin, though red, was as smooth as usual without any welts or bruises. The two round peachy cheeks jiggled at Stella’s gentle massaging, enjoying the loving attention.

God, I love this girl so much. The disciplinarian felt her eyes welling up with stingy tears. It was emotionally draining for her last night to punish her naughty girlfriend. Her heart ached when she thought of the harsh spanking she had metered out. I sure hope the naughty girl has learned her lesson.

Soon, the feel of the cool gel on her buttocks roused the college girl slowly out of her slumber. Yawning, Cat turned her face around and up toward Stella searching for her eyes. “Hi, Stel.”

“Hi Sleepy.” Stella answered affectionately and bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Cat immediately perked up and pulled herself up into a kneeling position facing her girlfriend. She looked into Stella’s eyes and saw a pool of soft, calm blue water staring back. Feeling relieved and elated simultaneously, she quickly unwrapped the towel off Stella and threw herself into her doting girlfriend’s full, welcoming bosom. They hugged each other for a long time, both crying quietly.

“You know I love you more than anyone in the world, baby. I hope you never doubted that.” Stella whispered to the petite girl nestling in her chest.

Cat nodded vigorously. “I know.” Her sobbing got quieter.

Stella sat up with her back firmly pressed to the headboard, cradling Cat in her arms. The little girl wrapped her arms around Stella’s waist and latched onto her round, soft, and voluptuous breast like a hungry baby, sucking hard. She had such an adorable grin of satisfied bliss on her face that Stella couldn’t stop kissing her repeatedly on her cheek, nose, forehead, and hair.

After what seemed like an eternity of massaging on the warm, erect nipples, Cat let go of the sweet breast, feeling loved and satisfied. The two girls looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a knowing nod. They were both ready.

Stella slid off the bed quietly. When she came back, Cat had stripped off her tank top and positioned herself on her back with her legs wide apart, two red cheeks visible, submissively waiting for her dominant girlfriend to claim her jurisdiction with the pink strap-on clutched in Stella’s hand.

The room was quiet as the two girls made passionate love amidst the screeching of the bed and the panting and moaning. They came as one in the morning sunshine, their commitment to each other once again sealed. Both knew everything was all right now.

Afterwards, Stella sat up with Cat lying sideways using her leg as a pillow. The older girl gently massaged Cat’s bottom and started her scolding in a soothing voice. She lectured her girlfriend on her lack of sound judgment, her recklessness, and her immaturity. “You can be expelled from school for this, sweetie,” Stella chided. “If that happens, where are you going to go? This is the best school around here.” Stella’s concerned voice was gentle but serious and Cat’s tears started flowing again.

“Can’t they just make me retake the class? Can they really expel me for this, Stel?” Cat was getting scared now.

“Well, they certainly can,” Stella replied.

“Bu-but I was only trying to lend a hand to my friends. I didn’t cheat on MY test.” Cat argued.

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Legally there’s no difference as far as the law is concerned. Which means in the eyes of the law, baby, you are as guilty as them.” Stella explained in a lawyerly manner.

“I’m really sorry about this, Stel. Do you believe me?” The brown doe eyes looked up, full of regret and contrition.

“I believe you, baby, and I love you.” The disciplinarian gently caressed her little darling’s back, “You could’ve studied with Lizzy and helped her with homework before the final.”

Cat nodded demurely.

“And you really got to learn to think of consequences when you decide to do something like this.” Stella gently scolded.

“I know. I will. I promise.” Cat swore she’d learned her lesson.

“So tell me, sweetie, how did you like being spanked by the lake last night?” Stella found herself in a teasing mood.

“It was embarrassing.” Cat pouted. “What if someone saw us? One of our neighbors? Or someone from my class!”

“No one did, did they?” Stella chuckled. “You deserved it.”

“I did.” Cat smiled, agreeing whole heartedly.

“So what do you think of the infamous diaper position?” Stella prodded jokingly.

“It was horrible!” Cat exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. “It made me feel like every inch of me, inside and out, was exposed. I felt so unprotected. It was monstrous.” Cat added.

“It did its job then because this position is supposed to make the spankee feel vulnerable,” Stella replied with a grin on her face. “But it took a lot of concentration to not hit, you know, your precious pussy and all. That’s why I didn’t want you to move. You know it would really hurt there.” Stella winced.

“I would hate to think how painful it would have been if you had spanked me in there,” Cat almost shuddered at the thought. “Please Stel, promise you will never spank me in this horrible diaper position again, please?” The little girl pleaded.

“Are you telling me how to spank now?” The disciplinarian’s eyebrows rose as she pretended to be offended.

“No, no, I’m not. Just sayin’, ya know. Promise, please?” Cat’s usual spunk was coming back.

“Ok, I’ll reserve the diaper position only for the worst offenses, so you’d better shape up and behave, little girl.” Stella warned, half jokingly.

“I will, Stel.” The chastised girl sounded genuine.

“I know you will, baby. I love you. Now let’s get our butts in motion and get busy. We got work to do.”

“We do? Like what?”

“Well, we got a judiciary hearing to worry about! But first, I want you to call Liz and tell her to come clean with Lu asap. Oh, don’t forget to let her know that I’m aware of the situation.”

“Bu-but, she’s gonna kill me!”

“Would you like me to call Lu then?” Stella picked up her phone.

“Wait. Okay, I’ll talk to her.” Cat agreed reluctantly.

“Then, you and I need to sit down and I’ll prep you for your hearing with the Judiciary Committee in two days.” Stella was in her lawyerly zone now.

“Prep me for the hearing? That sounds so cool. I feel like one of your clients.” Cat exclaimed.

“Well, you are, kind of. You are lucky to have a lawyer for a girlfriend, a damn good one at that too.” Stella chuckled proudly and gave Cat a tight hug. “I’m going to prepare you for everything, what to say, how to say it, your demeanor, what to wear. And we will practice it today and tomorrow until I’m satisfied.” Stella was a tough lawyer and Cat knew it.

“Whatever you say, Stel. Thanks.” Cat was grateful, and then pouted, “But I’m starving.” She touched her grumbling tummy.

“Oh yeah, let’s have breakfast first. What do you feel like having, sweetheart?”

“Um, something sweet?” Cat’s face lit up and she licked her lips.

Stella’s eyebrows rose, then a big smile spread on her face. “We still have half of that yummy angel food cake from last night. You want to eat that?” Stella made to get off the bed and put on her clothes.

“Yes please.” Cat got off the bed too, looking for something to wear.

“Ok, why don’t you set the table and I’ll whip up some fresh cream and rinse some strawberries. Oh, turn the coffee maker on please, babes.” Stella grabbed a cami and handed it to Cat. “Put the top on but leave your butt bare. I shall enjoy looking at that cute red bottom of yours all day,” Stella said with a huge grin on her face.

“Meanie.” Cat stuck her tongue out at her dominant girlfriend.

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On Tuesday Cat went to the Judiciary Committee meeting. She wore a cream colored polo top and a navy blue skirt that’s several inches longer than her usual shorts or mini skirt, her shoulder length hair pulled into a pony tail. On her feet was a pair of proper leather sandals instead of her customary flip flops.

There were three faculty members in the room including Dr. Kato, her stats professor. Dr. Kato had always been a nice, helpful and fair instructor. She must be very disappointed in me, Cat thought with pain in her heart.

Dr. Kato greeted Cat with a nod and motioned for her to sit down across from them. Avoiding the professor’s eyes, Cat made to sit down on the hard wooden chair but promptly jumped up, rubbing her bottom.

“What’s wrong, Cat?” the stats professor asked, a concerned look on her face. Cat turned crimson red as she tried to fumble out an answer. Slowly, the corners of the professor’s mouth formed a bemused mirth as she observed her student’s reddening cheeks.

The Committee asked Cat to explain her action. Remembering what Stella had told her, Cat told the whole truth that she was trying to help her friends and she realized that it had been a very serious violation of the university’s academic integrity policy. She told them how sorry she was and showed real remorse, asking for leniency in her punishment. Her demeanor was humble, subdued and genuine.

The three faculty asked Cat to step out of the room while they had their discussion. Cat waited anxiously in the hallway, pacing for what seemed like quite a long time. Then the other two professors came out. They motioned for her to go in, “Dr. Kato will talk to you,” and then they left.

Cat stepped into the room and saw Dr. Kato still sitting at the desk. Nervously, Cat gingerly sat down waiting for the professor to address her. The room was so quiet that Cat could hear her own heart beating.

Dr. Kato looked at Cat intensely for a few seconds before she asked, “Someone took you in hand, huh?”

“Wha?” Caught off guard, Cat eyed the professor sheepishly. She saw a knowing smile on the professor’s face. Looking down at her feet, the student whispered, “My… my girlfriend.”

“Hmmm, I must say I quite approve.” The professor stated with a grin on her face. She was thoughtful for a while trying to formulating a solution that was fair and yet would teach the student a valuable lesson. After all, this girl was one of her star students and had been very diligent the whole semester. Besides, looks like she’s already taken quite a punishment at home. The professor almost chuckled at the thought, satisfied.

She cleared her voice before speaking, “Cat, you know I’m disappointed in your behavior. You let your poor judgment dictate your action. It was immature and irresponsible.” She said sternly.

Cat nodded quietly, “I’m sorry, Dr. Kato.”

“But I can see you are truly remorseful. My colleagues and I have decided to give you a second chance, to redeem yourself.” The instructor’s voice softened.

Cat’s ears pricked up and she looked at the professor hopefully.

“You have two options. First, I will give you an Incomplete for this course instead of an F as is usually the case. You will retake it next semester, as an undergrad TA. God knows how many students need help with stats and I trust you will be able to help them.”

Cat listened intently.

The professor continued, “By the end of next semester I will assign a grade to replace the Incomplete based on your performance as a TA. This way you don’t have to pay tuition for this course again, but you do need to come to every class as my TA. Do you understand what I’m offering you Cat?” Dr. Kato said in a compassionate tone.

“Yes, Dr. Kato.”

“Now move onto the second option. If you do not like what I’m offering you, please feel free to take this matter to the University Judiciary Appeals Committee and wait for their verdict.” She added, “Though I have to warn you they are usually a lot harsher than I am.” The instructor paused and let the meaning of what she had just said sink in. “Now please take some time to think it over and, discuss it with your girlfriend perhaps.” Dr. Kato stood up. “Let me know by tomorrow, okay?” She made to leave.

“Wait, Dr. Kato, I don’t need time to think. I’d like to go with the first option,” Cat said quickly and gratefully.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” the student answered emphatically.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.” The professor smiled. “It’s a wise choice, Cat.”

“Umm, can I ask you a question, Dr. Kato?” Cat hesitated.

“Yes, Cat?”

“Will I still be able to get an A for your class?” Cat asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes. If you do a good job as my TA, you will receive back the A you earned from last semester.” The professor replied encouragingly.

Cat breathed a visible sigh of relief. She would need a good GPA for her grad school application.

Grinning broadly, Cat said thank you to the instructor and they hugged. The spanko professor gave her student a playful gentle swat on the bottom before sending her on her way out of the door. “See you next semester.”

Although she hadn’t been able to sit comfortably for three days now, Cat was extremely grateful that Stella had been there for her. Now with the potential disaster behind her, Cat felt a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulder and in the meantime her love for her dominant girlfriend was so intense that the sensation made her knees go weak.

She texted Stella as soon as she got out of the building: “Hey Gorgeous! Everything’s fine.” Then she added: “I’m gonna make u the happiest gf tonight! Pls don’t be late. xx”

Heading for the bus stop, the college girl mulled over a million plans to please her toppy girlfriend tonight. But first thing she wanted to do when she got home was to get out of this most dreary of outfits that Stella had made her wear!

THE END

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Cat & Stella 6: Cat Lends a Hand (pt.II)

Feliz cumpleaños, Ash!

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The sunset was breathtaking.

“So, what does the letter say, baby?” Out of the blue, Stella asked lazily, her voice deceptively silky and sweet.

Cat almost fell off the bench. She jolted her head up from Stella’s shoulder, her brown eyes widened. “Wha? What letter?” She stammered, color draining from her face.

Stella turned around and met Cat’s eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, little girl. I know you are hiding something from me,” Stella said matter-of-factly, smile gone from her face.

Cat looked down, panic showing in her gorgeous eyes.

“Come on, naughty girl. I asked you a question.” Stella raised her voice a little.

With trepidation, Cat reached into the back pocket of her denim skirt and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. Hand slightly shaking, she handed it to her dominant girlfriend, eyes averted.

Stella quickly skimmed the sheet and her face turned red. “Cheating in stats final? I thought you were good at stats!” She growled, her eyebrows knitted and eyes narrowed.

“I was. I AM.” Cat fixed her gaze at her feet.

“Then you’d better explain to me what the heck this is all about. I’ll give you 20 seconds!” Stella tried to contain her explosion.

“Uh-mm, I …” Cat blubbered, “I aced the stats final.”

“Stand up, look me in the eye, and tell me everything.” Stella ordered in her stern voice.

Cat got up from the bench and stood submissively in front of Stella, shoulders slumped. She looked into Stella’s crystal blue eyes and saw a raging storm forming. She tried to speak, but a big knot in her throat presented her from speaking and she started sniffling. She opened her mouth a couple times but no word came out.

Stella waited until her patience ran out. Grabbing her submissive girlfriend’s  arm and turning her slightly sideways, Stella raised her right arm. Cat instinctively tried to pull away. SLAP, Stella’s hand missed the intended target and landed instead on the back of the sobbing girl’s left thigh just below the mini-skirt, a red handprint seared deep into the soft pale skin.

“Ow. Please no, Stel, not here.” Cat pleaded, trying to get away from Stella’s grip, nervously looking around to see if anybody had seen them, her free hand attempting to cover her buttocks.

SLAP, another hard spank followed, the sound traveling with the evening breeze and then echoing back in the clearing surrounding them. This time it landed on the back of Cat’s other thigh, leaving a similar deep red handprint.

“Ouch. Please Stel, not out here.” Cat pleaded again in desperation, shuffling her feet on the green grass.

“Ok then. Let’s get you home.” Stella quickly got up, grabbed the naughty girl’s wrist, and marched her all the way back to the house.

As soon as they got inside, Stella sat down on the couch and instructed Cat to take off her mini-skirt. Then she told her to kneel down in front of the couch, facing her disciplinarian.

“Now look me in the eye and tell me everything.” Stella’s eyes exuded no-nonsense sternness.

Cat swallowed hard. She looked into Stella’s disappointed eyes and began: “It was for, for Lizzy.”

“Liz was part of this too? No wonder the two of you kept whispering last night.” Stella started to grasp the situation. “Go on.”

“Lizzy had been .. er .. worried about the stats final. She needed to, to have a B to keep her scholarship, you know. So she asked me if I would help her with the final.” Cat’s voice was barely audible.

“And you agreed to help her cheat?” Stella found her anger rising. “What did you do exactly?”

“The test was really not that hard. So I, I finished early and went outside. Then I, er… er …” She wiped her stinging eyes with the back of her hand.

Stella tried to keep composed. “I’m waiting.”

“er… texted the answers to them.”

“Them? Just how many people were you helping cheat, hmm?” Stella was incredulous.

“Liz and, and two, two other girls.”

Stella could not believe what she was hearing. She was so angry that she felt her body shaking. “How could you?!” She almost shouted at Cat, “Did you think of the consequences at all?”

Cat lowered her head and murmured sheepishly amid her sobs, “But I, I didn’t cheat on my own test. I only wanted to help my friends.”

Stella stared hard at her darling and replied in an indignant tone, “In the eyes of the law, you are just as guilty, missy! And ignorance of the law is not a defense either.” The lawyer was incredulous as she assumed everyone knew that.

The guilty girl looked up at her dominant girlfriend, defeated. Her composure collapsed. She started to cry openly.

Stella was seething. The girl in front of her looked so innocent and vulnerable, and yet had done something so gravely wrong. She was afraid that she might explode and say and do something regrettable to hurt her girlfriend right then and there. She needed a time-out to cool off.

“Go bend over the big chair over there. Let me cool off a little before I deal with you.” Stella tried hard to stay calm.

Cat obeyed. She dragged her feet over and bent down over the back of the big chair, her bikini panty clad buttocks sticking up in the air.

Stella got up from the couch and her eyes followed the college girl. Bent over the hard chair, her little girlfriend waited obediently, her adorably peachy bottom cheeks twitching nervously. The two red handprints on the back of her curved thighs looked like fresh artwork. So adorable and yet so naughty, the top sighed deeply and shook her head.

Cat knew that she had messed up big this time. If the school judged her harshly she could face expulsion for real. But right now all she could think of was how Stella was truly disappointed at her. Resigned to the prospect of a hard spanking, all she wanted though at this minute was to lie over Stella’s muscular, warm and comforting lap and feel her dominant girlfriend’s strong, loving hand on her bare bottom. Usually when she was naughty, Stella would put her over her knee and spank her with her hand. And if she was really bad, Stella might bend her over a chair or make her kneel on the couch and use an implement like a hairbrush or a paddle on her bare bottom. But today was different. Cat could tell that she was not going over Stella’s lap and neither would Stella start with her hand. She would use an implement right away. There would be no warm up for her.

In the meantime, Stella slowly downed a glass of ice water in the kitchen and waited till her sizzling anger had cooled down a little. Then she opened a drawer and retrieved a long-handled wooden spatula.

She walked over to Cat. “You’ve really crossed the line, naughty girl.” She lightly patted the plump bottom with the spatula a few times. “Stick you bottom up. You are going to get a very hard spanking on your bare bottom, a spanking I hope you’ll never forget.” She announced between clenched teeth, and in one swift motion, yanked down Cat’s little bikini panties to her ankles.

Cat squirmed and whimpered, resigned to the obvious fact that she was not going over Stella’s knee or feel Stella’s hand for this spanking. She also knew this spanking was going to be different from other ones. It was not going to be playful or light-hearted. She stared at the seat of the chair with red eyes, holding her breath, and tightening all the muscles in her body, bracing for the impending punishment.

SMACK, the first blow hit the middle of the crack and the college girl’s upper body bounced up. She cried out.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, blow after devastating blow landed on Cat’s wobbling bottom. They came down fast and furious with no reprieve for the punished girl. Cat sucked in so much air she thought her lungs were going to burst. The wooden spatula stung like nothing else. With each spank, Cat owed and ouched, and her feet danced to the rhythm of the smacking as she tried to gain some leverage but could not dodge the punishing splats on her jiggling bottom which was beginning to be covered with red splotches with each blow.

The house was quiet except for the echoes of the spanking and Cat’s hollering. Stella did not launch into a stern lecture of scolding as she normally would during Cat’s punishment. With a grimly set mouth and furrowed eye brows, all she could handle right now was to concentrate on reddening her naughty lover’s backside in a controlled manner. The lecture and scolding would have to wait.

Cat knew she had crossed a very grave line and was in big trouble. However, she was not used to Stella being so quiet during a spanking. It made her feel uneasy and scared. A normal spanking would be like a “talk” when Stella, sternly but lovingly scolding Cat, doled out smacks to the bottom on her lap and the punished girl would be expected to come up with some responses. This spanking was different and Cat did not like it. She turned her head around to steal a glance at her beautiful girlfriend, hoping to catch Stella’s eyes. But Stella’s concentration on smacking the naughty rump was absolute, and her gaze did not move. Her arm swung up and down in a beautifully controlled rhythm.

Cat’s knees buckled a few times and she bent down on the floor, her panties long been kicked off. Without a word, Stella motioned for her to get up and stay in position. Cat showed complete obedience despite the increasing sting on her bottom cheeks. She steeled herself to stay in position. Stella put her left hand lightly on the girl’s back to balance herself.

After a few minutes of the wooden spatula, Cat’s bottom was glowing and the redness extended to the top half of her thighs. Stella stopped, breathing heavily. Cat let out a loud sigh of relief, letting all the airs out of her lungs, only to hear the disciplinarian’s command: “Now stand up.” The top gripped the punished girl’s wrist and marched her to the corner.

“No rubbing, no fidgeting.” A stern warning followed by two hand slaps, one on each red cheek.

Cat pressed her cute little nose to the wall, her spanked bottom throbbing, begging to be rubbed, but she was obedient and kept her hands crisscrossed in the front.

Stella went back to the kitchen and poured herself half a glass of wine. She carried it out to the balcony, letting the evening breeze caress her face. She was still fuming at Cat for being so stupid and immature that she would jeopardize her own academic career to help her friends cheat on an exam. The naughty girl can be expelled from school for this. Stella shuddered at the possibility.

Stella turned her head around and her gaze fell on the sight of the petite girl in the corner. Cat’s bright yellow new tank top snuggled comfortably to her upper body, her soft brown hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, and from waist down she’s naked. Her bright red bottom was glowing in the light and by the coloring of the spanked area, the disciplinarian could tell it must sting quite a bit. She felt proud of her girlfriend though because Cat was doing her corner time obediently and submissively, no fidgeting, no shuffling, and certainly no rubbing of her spanked bottom.

Slowly, Stella walked over to Cat. “Go lie on the bed, baby.” She instructed her softly yet firmly, putting her hand on Cat’s shoulder, gently moving a few stray hair away from her face. “You are going to feel the belt next.”

This spanking was far from over, the college girl realized with a tremor.

Cat complied immediately. Cupping her hot and sore bottom, she scurried into the bedroom. On her way to the bed, she stopped to look at her punished bottom in the mirror. It was the reddest color she’d seen on her bottom for a long while. Sighing, the college girl threw herself face down on the bed, stuck her red behind up in the air waiting for her dominant girlfriend.

Stella finished her wine and left the glass in the sink before striding determinedly into the bedroom. She saw her girlfriend lying prone in the middle of the bed with her glowing backside up in the air ready for her punishment. The sight almost melted her, almost.

Stella reached under her tank top and unbuckled her belt. With a swift un-ceremonial SWOOSH, she pulled the leather out of the loops of her khaki shorts.

Cat’s body visibly shook at the menacing sound.

“Turn over.” Stella commanded to the prone girl.

“Wh-what?” Cat was utterly confused. “I thought you were going to spank me more.”

“I AM. Now turn over.” SMACK, Cat received a hard hand spank on her red bottom for her question.

Not comprehending the command, Cat nevertheless complied. She rolled over onto her back, looked up at Stella, searching for an explanation.

“I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” Was Stella’s determined and calm answer.

——–To be continued——–

*eg*

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Cat & Stella 6: Cat Lends a Hand (pt.I)

It’s Saturday morning. Stella quietly rolled out of bed, careful not to awaken her cute girlfriend Cat. They stayed out late last night with Lucy and Lizzy, celebrating the end of school year for the two college girls. Today she had to work overtime in her law firm, finishing up some paperwork for an important case.

‘What a bummer.’ Stella thought to herself. ‘Though that’s what junior lawyers are supposed to do. It’s a rite of passage.’ She sighed and turned to her angelic Cat who looked so adorable and innocent in her sleep. Stella leaned over and gently planted a light kiss on her forehead before tiptoeing out of the room.

When Stella was having a quick bowl of cereal in the kitchen, her eyes caught a pile of mail lying on the counter. It was yesterday’s and because they were so busy no one had opened them. Stella quickly brought them over to the table and sorted through the pile. There was a letter to Cat from the university. The small letters on the upper left corner said “Judiciary Office.” How odd, thought Stella, ‘What do they want from Cat?’ But then her curiosity drifted away as she quickly got ready to get out of the house.

The house was quiet after Stella left and Cat didn’t wake up until well after 11 o’clock. She yawned and stretched her arms. Feeling the empty spot next to her, she remembered that Stella had to work in the office today. ‘I don’t know how Stel deals with those boring legal papers every day,’ Cat sighed. Cat was majoring in biology, planning to go to grad school for veterinary science. She had no patience for legal details, for which Stella had a special flair. Cat loved sciences and animals.

She got up and had a lazy shower before breezing into the kitchen. She sat down and was ready to drink her glass of milk when she saw three neat piles of mail on the table. On top of one was a letter for her. The official logo told her immediately it was from the university.

‘Uh-oh.’ Her heart started to beat fast. She tore open the letter and quickly glanced at it and felt her stomach sinking to the floor. The letter was from the university’s Judiciary Officer informing her that she was scheduled to meet with the Judiciary Committee on Student Conduct next Tuesday to present her defense, if she wished, and hear the Committee’s decision on what disciplinary actions she would face for her role in the cheating incident in the stats final exam.

‘Damn it,’ Cat fumed even though she had known that it would come to this. She should have shown more maturity and not have buckled under peer pressure. She should have taken things more seriously. ‘Oh, well, worse comes to the worst,’ she figured she would have to re-take the class next semester, ‘it’ll push me back by one class. No big deal.’ She reassured herself, even though her GPA would be brought down which would not be good for grad school application. Being the ultimate optimist, Cat would not allow herself to think of the worst possibility that she could be expelled from the university.

Drinking her milk absent-mindedly, Cat felt uneasy and unsettled. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t figure out what. Glancing around aimlessly, her gaze fell again on the three neat piles of mail in front of her. Suddenly she realized with horror what was gnawing at her. What if Stella had seen the letter and asked her about it?

Cat felt hundreds of fluttering butterflies in her stomach. Eight years her senior, Stella was a loving but strict disciplinarian, and would never ever let her younger girlfriend get away with something like this. Cat knew this was going to be bad. In Stella’s eyes, this would be viewed way beyond ordinary naughty behavior or some juvenile antics. Cat knew she was headed for potential big trouble.

Imagining how disappointed and upset her doting girlfriend would be, Cat briefly considered getting rid of the letter and making up a story to cover it up in case Stella asked. But she quickly abandoned the idea, remembering that the last time she had lied to Stella, her tender bottom received such a severe spanking that she couldn’t sit for days afterwards. Lying was a big peeve in Stella’s book and Cat was not going to risk it this time.

‘Maybe I should just tell Stel what happened and beg for mercy,’ Cat told herself. ‘Stel may show some leniency ‘cause after all it really wasn’t my fault.’

Either way, Cat was pretty sure that if Stella found out, her soft pale bottom was going to be smacked until it was bright red, hot and very very sore.

However, there was a possibility that Stella hadn’t noticed the letter and in that case, Cat would just not mention it. She wouldn’t have to lie about it, just not mention it at all. After all, Stella did not routinely check up on her girlfriend’s grades. Cat was a good student in general and had never had any significant issues with her education. Stella would not know that Cat was re-taking her stats class next semester if it came to that. This seemed to be the best option for Cat. ‘Oh dear Guanyin, Goddess of Mercy,’ Cat prayed, ‘please let it be that Stel did not notice where the letter came from.’

But again, Cat was fully aware that her girlfriend was a lawyer by profession and had a very sharp mind. If she had seen the letter, she’d have noticed where it’d come from, and if she saw where the letter came from, she would definitely be curious about it.

Cat felt her fate had been sealed. ‘I’m doomed, period, dead meat.’

Pacing back and forth in the living room wondering whether and how she could attempt to dig her way out of this one, Cat’s mind went into overdrive. Well, she couldn’t just sit around all day fretting about this and doing nothing.

Finally she decided that she would try to be a super angelic good girl today, tidying up the house and making one of Stella’s favorite dishes to please her. ‘Sorta like an offering for just-in-case I need to beg for forgiveness type of thing,’ Cat almost chuckled out loud at her cleverness.

She pulled out a recipe book and found Pad Thai, a delicious Thai noodle dish that Stel absolutely loved. She then looked inside the cupboards in the kitchen searching for ingredients. It was clear she would have to make a trip to the grocery store to get all the ingredients she needed. But first she would start cleaning and tidying up the place.

After a couple hours’ diligent scrubbing and mopping, and several loads of laundry later, the house looked spotless. She changed their sheets so the bedroom looked and smelt crisply fresh. Every room in the house was perfectly clean and tidy, no small feat for Cat who normally would not be the one to volunteer for house work. Smiling and pleased with herself, Cat pulled out her phone and texted Stella: “Hi gorgeous! Miss ya. What time u coming back?”

Cat then got into her car and drove to the store where she bought shrimp, chicken, eggs, napa cabbage, bean sprouts, Thai peanut sauce, and soft rice noodles. She also bought an angel food cake, fresh strawberries and cream for dessert.

Just as she was getting ready to leave, her phone beeped. Stella returned the message: “Hi babe! Miss ya too. Back in 2 hrs. xx” No sign of displeasure in Stella’s message and Cat felt relieved. Stella probably hadn’t noticed the letter after all.

Cat had never made Pad Thai before by herself, so it took her a while to assemble all the ingredients, boil the water for the noodle, and stirfry the shrimp, chicken and eggs, and all the vegetables. Finally everything came together in the wok. The trick for this dish was in the sauce. Cat carefully opened the package and dumped it into the wok. While the noodle dish was simmering, Cat glanced at the clock. Stella would be home any minute now.

She quickly went to the bedroom and picked out a new outfit that Stella had bought her: a cute denim mini-skirt with silver sequins on the front and back and frilly tassels on the ends, and a bright yellow tank top with a big silver butterfly on the chest. Looking in the mirror, Cat almost blushed as she saw a petite, absolutely adorable, and innocent looking girl staring back at her. ‘No one could possibly be mad at such a cutie.’ She quickly brushed her straight brown hair before rushing back to the kitchen. She still had to whip up the cream and prepare the strawberry for the angel food cake.

“Honey, I’m home.” Stella stepped into the house and to her surprise, saw her girlfriend in the kitchen making dinner. A wonderful aroma permeated the air.

“Hi Stel.” Cat threw herself into the arms of her tall and lean girlfriend and said excitedly: “Guess what? I’m making your favorite dish tonight!”

“Mmm, I smell peanut sauce. Is it what I think it is?” Stella asked excitedly.

“Yep. The famous Pad Thai.” Cat announced proudly.

“Wow, thank you, baby. And the house is spotless!” Stella looked around and said incredulously and thankfully, “Thank you for being such a good girlfriend.” Normally her little darling would not be the one to willingly clean the house, and on top of that, prepare an elaborate dinner as well.

“So what’s the occasion?” Stella gave Cat a once over: “You look beautiful, sweetie. That outfit looks great on you.”

Indeed, Cat looked more than beautiful with her brown anime eyes sparkling and her oval face exuding innocence and vulnerability, soft brown hair loosely hanging on her shoulder. ‘What a doll.’ Stella stared at her dear darling with absolute adoration, her loving doting eyes a deep sea blue.

“Thanks. I just felt like taking care of you for once, seeing how you had to work on Saturday, you know, dealing with boring legal papers and stuff.” Cat tried to sound relaxed, although a tiny tinge of nervousness crept up in her voice.

“You’re such a good girlfriend, my love.” Stella was very impressed and hugged Cat again. She then quickly went to change into her usual khaki shorts and a tank top.

The two girls sat down to eat. The noodle dish was delicious. Stella kept flashing satisfied smiles at her clever girlfriend and complimenting on her cooking skills. Smiling from ear to ear, a beaming Cat asked Stella how her day went at the office.

“Oh, it was ok, just a lot of papers to file, and lots of letters to send out.” Stella suddenly remembered something: “Talking about letters, there was a letter for you from the university, sweetie. Did you get it?”

Cat’s stomach did a flip-flop. She felt her heart skipping a beat. Shifting her eyes away, Cat tried to be casual: “Yeah, I got it.”

“It’s from the Judiciary Office. What’s that about?” Stella asked curiously.

Cat felt her body falling like she was in an elevator going down fast, and her stomach muscles tightened for the landing. She quickly stuffed a forkful of bean sprouts into her mouth to buy some time before mumbling an answer: “Oh, just some school stuff.” She tried to sound nonchalant and innocent, not looking at Stella.

Stella raised her eyebrow and fell silent. She knew something fishy was going on just by how awkward and ill at ease Cat seemed when the letter had been mentioned. ‘The naughty girl is hiding something.’ Stella was almost certain. Then a light flicked on in her head, the clean house, the fancy dinner, the butterfly top and the mini-skirt with frilly tassels, they were all part of Cat’s elaborate effort to please her girlfriend and possibly, lessen the impact of whatever potential disaster that was inside that envelop.

Sighing silently, ‘The naughty girl thinks she’s going to get away with whatever it is she’s hiding from me,’ Stella thought. ‘Clearly she’s forgotten what I do for a living.’ However, seeing that Cat had made such a tremendous effort to please her today, Stella didn’t have the heart to ruin it for her baby. She decided to wait till after dinner to confront Cat.

“Baby, I’m ready for dessert, are you?” Stella quickly changed the subject.

Cat had been stealing glances at Stella nervously all this time, waiting for the bomb to drop and the floor to crumble underneath her. What a nice surprise that Stella was asking for dessert.

“Sure.” Cat breathed an audible sigh of relief, smiled and bounced up and went to the kitchen to fetch the strawberry angel food cake. She silently thanked Goddess of Mercy that Stella had dropped the subject. It looked like the crisis was over. The dire fate of her bottom had just reversed its course for the better.

“There it is. Isn’t it beautiful, Stel?” Cat put down the beautiful cake on the table, hopped onto Stella’s lap, and proceeded to plant a long kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. Her relief was palpable.

“Would you like to go for a walk by the lake after this? It’ll be fun.” Stella asked softly and kissed Cat back.

“Yes! We can see the sunset. It’s gonna be gorgeous.” Cat wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck and replied enthusiastically.

After dessert, the two girls walked along the lake hand in hand. The evening breeze gently brushed their faces as they enjoyed each other’s company in the beautiful sunset.

Stella had been dreading confronting her girlfriend about the letter. She did not want to ruin this perfect evening. However, as Cat’s Top, she knew it had to be done. Her instinct told her that this evening was going to end on a sore note for Cat’s adorable plump bottom. How sore, it would depend on what was going to unfold.

On the way back, about 100 yards from the house there was a quiet nice clearing in the grass with a bench in the middle. “Let’s sit down for a while, baby.” Stella led Cat over and they sat down on the wooden bench. Cat rested her head on Stel’s shoulder while the older girl wrapped her arm around Cat’s waist.

The sunset was breathtaking.

“So, what does the letter say, baby?” Out of the blue, Stella asked lazily, her voice deceptively silky and sweet.

——–To be continued——–

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“Keep the Candle Lit”

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‘Twas the night before Christmas. Neela was sprawled out on the moon-bathed sand, the warm breeze caressing her face and body, and the ocean waves sounded like soothing lullabies.

Ah, this is exactly what I wanted, Neela thought. Away from the annoying snow in her hometown up north, the holiday hustle and bustle, the darn faux Santa Clause at the mall, all the gift buying and wrapping, oh and the horrible fruitcakes. Here on the beach, just the moon, the stars, the breeze, the waves, the sand, and the seagulls kept her company on the silent night before Xmas.

Five days earlier, Neela had told her boss she was taking her vacation time. She hopped into her jeep and drove straight down south, until she reached the southern tip of the country, Key West, Florida, where some people claimed you might catch a glimpse of Cuba on a clear day.

Neela checked into a B&B called Southernmost Inn. It was a charming enough place, all done up with Xmas decorations. She grumbled under her breath, ‘Darn, there’s just no escaping Xmas, is there?!’ At least the display was tasteful. Neela changed into her bikini bathing suit and put on her neon green flip-flop and headed to the beach.

Next day it was Xmas eve. Neela spent the day soaking up the sun. She concentrated on alternating between lapses and sunbathing, pushing all the other thoughts out of her mind. By the evening she’d lost her pasty northern completion and acquired quite an impressive tan.

Neela rewarded herself with a juicy cheeseburger and a thick slice of the world famous Key lime pie. Then she headed back to the beach to watch the sunset.

Hugging her knees, Neela sat on her blanket watching the ember-red sun turning into flaming orange and then dipping below the ocean. The sky darkened, and the moon and stars cast a soft light on the beach.

Neela lay down and wrapped a shawl over her body. She closed her eyes, laying half asleep, willing herself to focus her mind on the tranquility around her. Far yonder the church clock struck midnight.

As the sounds of night descended, the world faded.

A faintest stirring made Neela open her eyes, and in the moonlight she saw a shadowy figure. A tall woman with big dark eyes floated towards her, her steps gracefully light and airy. As she glided along, her sleeveless white dress swayed from side to side and her raven hair cascading over her pale shoulders.

“Who are you?” Neela sat up rubbing her eyes.

The woman smiled. “Let’s just say I’m a special envoy for…you know…the ol’ man at the North Pole.” Her voice carried a sing-song tone.

Neela’s mouth dropped open, “Santa? You mean like you’re an elf?” She looked around. “Where’s the reindeer?”

The tall woman anchored herself down next to Neela. “More like a…tracker,” she answered. “The reindeer had other stops to make,” she winked.

“A tracker? For what?” Neela was a little confused.

“For naughty girls who pull disappearing acts before Xmas,” the woman’s voice became low and husky.

Effortlessly the woman picked up Neela and carried her back to her hotel room. Neela noticed that the room seemed cozier and warmer than when she left it earlier. A wonderful aroma of fresh fir greeted her before she spotted a Xmas tree in the corner with lights on. A single lit candle stood on the window sill behind it. On the coffee table sat a silver tray of beautiful Xmas cookies. “Silent Night,” her favorite carol, was playing softly.

“What’s going on?” Neela’s eyes widened. “I drove all the way down just to —”

“Avoid Xmas?” Santa’s special envoy finished the sentence, her dark eyes staring at Neela intensely.

Neela looked down at the floor, not replying. The visitor gently put her hand on Neela’s back and guided her to the bed. She sat down on the edge and easily lifted Neela up to sit in her lap. Hugging her tightly, she whispered in Neela’s ear, “Sweetie, you know you can’t escape Xmas. In fact, it’s your favorite holiday, is it not?”

Neela looked into the woman’s kind eyes and nodded, tears beginning to fall down her face. Of course she loved Xmas, always had. She put her arms around the woman and buried her face into her bare shoulder, sobbing.

“Shhh, Honey.” The woman stroked Neela’s wet cheek gently. “Santa loves you and he knows you are going through a difficult time.” She pulled out a package from inside her dress. “There. Santa had this specially made for you. He said it would cheer you up,” the woman winked and continued, “and would also help you not to run away again next year!”

Neela untied the ribbon revealing a dainty hairbrush that could easily pass for a toy. The flat side was smooth Siberian birch and the handle had a small burning candle carved into the wood. On the other side, each bristle was covered in thick pink velvet. Her stomach fluttered. “Oh my god, Santa knows I’m a spanko?” she whispered, blushing.

The visitor from the North Pole nodded, her face breaking into a broad grin. “Would you like to try it Honey?”

“Really?” Neela beamed and her heart began to race.

“Ah, now that’s more like it.” The woman gently wiped tears from Neela’s face. “I like your pretty dimples. You should smile more often.” She lovingly stroked Neela’s blushing cheeks.

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On Xmas morning, the bright sun shone through the thin curtain as Neela opened her eyes. For a while she lay still, allowing the breathtaking memory of last night to rush back as she remembered the dark eyed visitor in the white dress and her sweet breath and silky touch. Squirming, she could still feel the birch hairbrush being soundly applied to her bare bottom, exactly the way she had always wanted – no real pain, only stingy pleasure, and lots of it!

Neela’s moist eyes swept around the room and came to rest on the nightstand, where on top of a card perched an exquisite hairbrush. Neela reached for it, cradled it on her chest, and kissed it. Then she unfolded the card. The message was handwritten in beautiful cursive:

Merry Christmas my dear Neela,

Hope you enjoyed Santa’s gift as much as I did!

Keep the candle lit, Sweetie, and keep smiling.

Love,

Santa’s Special Envoy

Taking a deep breath, Neela walked to the window and saw a single candle on the window sill, still burning. Her face broke into a big sweet smile, the kind she hadn’t had for a while. She knew in her heart that everything would be all right, and she would be all right.

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 This story is cross-posted on Alyxfic for 2013 Christmas Exchange.

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