RING RING. Amanda nearly jumped out of her skin; almost dropping the glass plate she'd been washing in the process. She quickly dried her hands and picked up the phone. Her throat caught when Jake's voice filled her ear, "Hello? Mandy?"
She pulled herself together and answered him, "Hey, Darling."
For a moment they stayed silent, neither quite sure how to proceed. Finally Jake cleared his throat and began, "Alright, this is how it's going to go and you will not question me. Listening?"
"Yes, Sir." She answered quietly.
"When I get home in a little while, I want you undressed, in the corner of our bedroom, with the bath brush, three switches, and the Loopy Johnny laid out on the bed. Understood?"
Amanda felt tears well up behind her eyes; she had to bite back instinctive pleas for mercy, "Yes, Sir..." Used for punishment, those three implements were her most dreaded of their little collection.
"Good. On top of that, I want the house spotless and supper cooked."
She quickly glanced at the clock - 3:30 p.m. - and noted that she only had about 2 more hours left to have all this finished.
"Hello? I expect an answer, Little Girl. " Jake stated firmly.
"I'm sorry. Yes, Sir." She replied quickly.
"Alright, I'll let it slide. Only because you have one heck of a night coming your way. I also expect you to have a full confession, and an explanation for why you should be punished, ready to recite. OK?"
"Yes, Sir. Written? Or just out of my head?"
"If you think you can answer me sufficiently without putting it into writing, you may answer me so. But I warn you, if you do not write it out and I do not think your answer sufficient, it will go worse for you."
A tear leaked from one eye and trailed down her chin, "Alright..."
"I love you, Baby."
"I love you too. I'm sorry..."
"I know. See you later."
CLICK.

Amanda's stomach did flip flops as she started browning the meat and cleaning the house. Spotless? He couldn't possibly expect me to REALLY make it spotless in so short a time? Nonetheless, she still put a big effort into the cleaning in order to avoid further punishment. It never failed to amaze her how diverse her feelings on this sort of spanking were. At one moment a fear like no other would completely engulf her, while at another, a thankful, anxious feeling would warm her inside. She'd asked for this lifestyle, and in the end, no matter how badly the punishments hurt, she was so very happy Jake had taken her desires so seriously. She needed him to exert this control; this dominance. She needed him to place these boundaries in her life. They showed her how much he cared and loved her, as well as motivated her to be the person she wanted to become one day.
Despite the regret and intense anticipation she felt, a smile split her face as she set the rice cooking. I love him so much.

5:20 p.m.

Amanda lowered the temperature on the stove and headed towards the bedroom. As she went, she looked around once more for anything that might be out of place. Finding nothing, she pushed their door open and began pulling out the implements he'd requested. Suddenly she gasped. The switches! A brick wall couldn't have slowed her as she ran for the back yard. 5:26 - 4 minutes! In a few seconds she knew she had to decide which would be worse - not having the switches at all, or picking three bad ones. Her mind raced, and no matter how she looked at it, she knew she was in trouble. She found three in about a minute, but peeling them was out of the question.
BAM. The truck door!
Amanda's eyes almost popped. He was home. As she darted towards the door, she prayed somehow he'd be stalled in the front. Amazingly, she made it to their room without him seeing her, and managed to strip before he made it through the kitchen. Her heart pounded in her chest and she tried hard to control her breathing as she positioned herself in the corner.
She heard him walking around in the kitchen, probably testing her food and inspecting her cleaning job. Finally, he came into the bedroom.
She heard him sigh, and then felt his arms tighten around her, "I love you, Precious." Tears threatened and she relaxed for a moment in his embrace.
"The house looks good, and the stew tastes wonderful. Thank you for listening."
How can he be so sweet to me after what I've done? She wondered as she chocked back her emotions.
After another long minute, he released her and walked over to the bed. Knowing he'd find the three un-peeled switches any second, Amanda cringed and bowed her head.
"Amanda, you know this isn't how I expected these switches." He stated, his tone abruptly stiffening.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't have time..."
"You'll pay for that, Darling."
She heard him breaking off small bits of the switches and testing them through the air. Her body involuntarily winced.
"Seems I'm having trouble finding the time to peel them myself." He said harshly.
Amanda felt the color drain from her face; she jerked around, "Are you serious?!"
His face was stony and he cut his eyes at her, "You face that corner right now! Did I tell you to move, yet?"
She forced herself to turn back to the corner and felt the hot tears finally break through her resolve, "Jake, please don't.. please! I'm sorry - I really am!"
"And you'll be even sorrier when I'm done with you. Now, come here."
She turned and stood to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He motioned for her to come to his side and then helped her over his lap.
"Alright, let's hear this confession and explanation." He said as he picked up the bathbrush and placed it on her bottom.
OH NO! My confession! She'd forgot about that as well. Her lack of preparation, coupled with the humiliating position she was in, silenced her tongue. Her pulse throbbed and her brain refused to rescue her.
SMACK! The bathbrush jolted her senses, "I don't hear you?" Jake said sternly as he again placed the bathbrush on her backside.
"Oh please, Jake! I can't think! Give me a minute!" She begged.
"Did you write it out like I suggested?" He asked, lifting the bathbrush. When she failed to answer him, he gave her five hard licks directly to her sit spot, "Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time - did you write it out?"
"No Sir!" She said through choking sobs.
Without another word, he let the bathbrush rain down on her pinkening bottom twenty more times. Finally he paused and let her catch her breath, "Why are you being spanked, Little Girl?"
"Because I lied to you." She answered hoarsely. Somehow, she'd thought of the basics as the bathbrush was doing its job on her behind.
"Why else?" He prodded as he rubbed the bathbrush in small circles on the tops of her thighs.
"Because I was disrespectful and disobedient." Amanda sniffled as she thought about what she'd done, and buried her head in the comforter.
"Do you deserve everything I'm about to give you?"
"Yes, Sir..."
With that, he let loose and began burning her backside and thighs with the back of the bathbrush.

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It was quite simple why she found herself over his lap. He'd asked her not to go anywhere, she went anyway. He confronted her, she lied about it, a fight ensued, and she acted out in a complete fit of selfishness. This morning she awoke to his quiet voice explaining he'd be calling her later to tell her what her punishment would be, and to be thinking of how she'd acted during the day. She kissed him goodbye, and the rest is history.
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The bathbrush had Amanda whimpering and sobbing after only a couple minutes. Jake had scissored her legs under his and only smacked harder. Finally, he stopped and let her up.
"Alright, get over the bed - no rubbing." He quickly pulled two pillows for her to place under her stomach, and reached over for the Loopy Johnny. Without a break, Amanda was sure her backside was on fire when Jake started up again. Twenty more licks and he stopped. He reached down and rubbed her back. Between her light kicking, sobs, and gradually rising cries, he must've realized she was reaching her edge. Her bottom was a deep red, laced with oval stripes.
"Go to the corner - still no rubbing."
Amanda gingerly stood and wiped the snot and tears from her face. Jake left her to recuperate for fifteen minutes before calling her back to the bed.
"I've decided to have some mercy on you. Because you didn't have the switches the way you know I like them, I'm going to use them just how you gave them to me - minus the longer twigs. However, because you've handled your punishment very well so far, I'm only going to use one switch. After that, ten licks from my belt and this is all over." He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Her stomach was twisting up again, but she pushed herself down over the pillows again, and braced herself for the stingy switch. She hated the belt, but she was thankful he'd decided to only use one of the switches.

SHWACK. The switch bit into her skin with a fiery blaze. She knew the little knots and bark particles would scrape her skin, but the sting was so intense it didn't really matter to her once the switching began. Sting was something she couldn't stand when used for punishment.
She'd started to cry out and kick more intensely, so Jake placed his hand on the middle of her back. After forever seemed to go by, he finally dropped the switch and began taking off his belt. Amanda's sobs were full fledged now, but she could no longer fight physically. He ordered her to count out the final blows and began. She lay submissively and took it, calling each out in obedience.

"Good girl..." Jake murmured as he dropped the belt where the switch fell previously, and lay down next to her, gently stroking her face.
Once her tears stopped and her sobs quieted, she smiled slightly and whispered "Thank you."
He pulled her close to him and held her there until hunger got the best of them both.