I looked at him in dismay. “You’re planning to spank me that hard?” My voice squeaked with dread and, if I am to be completely honest, with fear.
“I’m planning to punish you, Jennifer,” he told me, his eyes full of sympathy as he tried to calm my fears. “A spanking does hurt; it’s the whole point. But, I give you my word that I’m not going to harm you. There is a big difference, you know.”
I nodded, but my mouth was dry and I seriously didn’t know what to do with my hands. My bottom was clenching and releasing in anticipation of being struck, and I was afraid I was going to cry. “Must you really do this, Cody? I am sorry, and I promise you I have learned my lesson. I will never lie again, not for any reason. I’m so sorry I involved you in my deceit, and I give you my word that I am going to go and talk to Mom and make things right. I am through behaving like a teenager who is trying to do something sneaky without her parents finding out. I’m too old to behave like that.” I was ashamed and embarrassed.
“I’m happy to hear that you’re going to tell your mom the truth, Jenn, but it does nothing to erase the fact that you lied in the first place. Every action has a reaction, and when you do something wrong, there is a consequence. You need to face the consequence now and get it over with. Walk on over here and we’ll get this spanking started.”
Chapter 2
The steady look in his eyes drew me to him, even though I felt like running out the door and not looking back. When I was in front of him, he took my hands and pulled me around to his right side, and then, to my horror and shock, Cody reached under my chef coat to grab the waistband of my pants and he jerked them down to my knees, leaving my bottom covered only by my white nylon panties. White panties were the only ones I could wear under the thin fabric of the white chef pants without the risk of them showing through. Personally, I think it’s tacky when you can see through someone’s slacks or shorts and see their panties underneath.
“Cody, you didn’t say anything about this!” I squealed in protest, reaching for his hands to stop him, but I was already too late. When I made as if to pull the pants back up, he shook his head ‘no’ and simply took my hands and pulled me down over his hard, muscular thighs. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. My bottom was sticking up in the air as if begging for a spanking.
“All right, Jennifer.” His hand patted my bottom and I knew that my chef coat had fallen up over my body, leaving my bottom uncovered by anything but my panties. “Tell me why this spanking is going to happen.”
I wasn’t being sassy when I replied, “You know why, Cody!” I wondered why he would ask me such a thing, and I feared he might be making fun of me.
“Yes, I do know why, but I want to be sure you know why this is going to happen.”
“Of course, I know!” I was indignant. “We just discussed this.”
“You don’t understand, Jenn. It is part of your punishment to tell me why you are being spanked and to ask me to punish you as you deserve.”
“You want to humiliate me too?” I demanded, my feelings hurt now that I understood his real motives.
“I want to make this spanking memorable so that you remember it the next time you are tempted to lie about anything.” He paused, obviously waiting on me to do as he said, but I thought it was too much and I wasn’t going to do it. “Jennifer, I am waiting.”
“You can keep right on waiting, then, Cody Andrews! I didn’t agree to having my pants pulled down, and I didn’t agree to being humiliated! If you are going to spank me, then do it and get it over with!” Yes, I was feeling very irritated and I didn’t know why. Well, that isn’t exactly true. This spanking was nothing like my fantasies. I wasn’t feeling a bit sexy in the moment, and I just wanted to go home and have myself a good cry. How on earth was I ever going to face Cody in the morning after he’d seen my plump bottom in a pair of boring white panties?
“Jennifer, I know that you are upset right now; getting your first spanking at your age has to be embarrassing. But, you might as well know right now that I won’t be talked to like that, especially not when you are the one over my knee for discipline. I suggest you make this spanking easier on yourself by doing as you are told. I would hate to have to give you a spanking for attitude before we address the real issue of your lying. You won’t want two spankings tonight.” He paused, then repeated himself, “Why are you going to be spanked tonight, Jenn?”
I was either going to have to swallow my pride or make matters worse for myself. “Cody, I am already embarrassed, and I’ve expressed remorse. Why do you insist that I tell you I was a bad girl when we both know it, or I wouldn’t be lying here half-dressed over your knee? You know that I lied to my mom and involved you in my lie. I’m not some dimwit idiot who could possibly forget why you are upset with me in so short a time! Please, if you are going to spank me, do it and get it over with. The waiting is unbearable.”
I was on the verge of tears. The knowledge that he was
