I found this story posted on a Domestic Discipline yahoo group, and asked the author if I could post it here for my readers. He graciously agreed. This is a touching and beautiful short story about the bond created between a man and woman through domestic discipline.

Return to Eden

by Ron - Luvs Domestic Discipline

A single beam of light penetrated the cold, thick glass of her hospital window. As it stretched toward the floor, it broke into all the colors of the rainbow. Each snow flake coming down outside was so big you could almost count the points on it. Each flake floated like a puff of cotton, moving slowly toward the ground, only to disappear the moment it touched the warm earth. The quiet in her room was deafening. The only thing you could hear was the clicking noise of the machine that was helping her breath. She did not move, offer a smile, or even a coy glance. Time had all but stopped for her. Yet deep inside her was a young vibrant woman who was traveling back in time. She so longed to hear his voice just once more. If only he would walk into her room and speak just one word, it would give her the strength to reach back into her soul one last time. Then she heard his voice. She wanted to cry to let him know she was still there.

He pulled his chair close to her bedside, clasped his hand tightly around hers, and lay his head so he could speak into her ear. His words were ever so gentle. He told her how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him. He told her of the gift he had in his pocket to celebrate their 50th anniversary. It was a gold pendant in the shape of a tree. He had it specially crafted to look like a tree they both had planted on their wedding day so very many years ago. What they planted as a twig, was now a massive oak
tree. A tree that had endured all of the storms of life. A tree that represented all the days of their life. He smiled as he reminded her that both of their children were conceived under that old oak tree. He asked her if she remembered those nights under the stars. The checkered quilt, and that old transistor radio cutting in and out, as the wind blew through the leaves. He told her that his love for her had never changed through the many hardships they had endured together. The times, when money was desperately needed. The times mother nature in her rage, had taken what they most prized. He told her how he longed to go back and hold her in his arms, and kiss her soft lips. He told her how he longed for her embrace, and would give anything to feel her warmth next to him, one more time, as he slept. Then he lowered his voice to just an audible whisper.

He spoke to her of the first time she had disobeyed him. He remembered how desperate, she was to make amends. In his haste he did not know what to do. As he sat pensively at the kitchen table, she left the house for a short time, to came back in with a branch from their oak tree. She slowly walked over and handed it to him, disappearing into the bathroom. He took out his pocket knife, and carefully trimmed all the leaves and nodules from the branch. He was carving the last of the leaves remnants, when she came out of the bathroom wearing only a T-shirt and panties. She looked directly into his eyes, then walked down the hall toward the bedroom. He followed closely behind her, both entering, one then the other. She did not speak but two words. “I’m sorry”. With that she pulled her panties all the way down to the floor, and bent over the bed. He turned and shut the door. They made love that night with a passion the could not be redeemed.

He tenderly spoke of the many trips she made to that old oak tree. What he now needed to tell her, was how those many trips had made the difference in his life. He told her how she made him feel like a man. He told her how she made him strong with her submission. He told her how her trust in him made him feel needed, loved, and wanted. He told her how her faith in him gave him the courage to go the distance. As he clasped her hand ever so tighter, he saw one single tear streaming down her face. He smiled, then
cried. She had returned to Eden and the tree of life.

the end

If you’d like to reach Ron regarding his story, you may email him at luvsdomesticdiscipline(at)yahoo(dot)com.

Have you seen this yet? My Spanking Story is a blog that allows you to write your own spanking story with very little writing at all. It’s sort of like Mad Libs, but with a spanking theme. You just fill in a few details, and push a button. You’ll have your own instant spanking story !

I took it for a spin. Here’s My Spanking Story:

Faith Gets Herself a Spanking
Faith was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Carl would spank her right away or make her wait. ”Waiting is the worst!” she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off… She didn’t need to speculate, though, she’d know soon enough - she could hear a man’s footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

”Act natural,” she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her lover walked in.

”What’s wrong?” Carl asked immediately.

”Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?”

”Just that you have a strange look on your face.” So much for ”natural,” Faith thought. Carl continued. ”Okay, what have you done?”

”Um… nothing?”

”Faith…”

”Yes, Carl?”

”Come on, out with it. Now.” He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward living room. Faith hurried to head him off.

”It’s nothing, honest. It’s just that… Well, I…” Try as she might, she couldn’t think of a way to make it sound any better.

”I bought a new webcam for my computer.,” she said with a rush. Carl stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

”Faith Renee! It’s nothing, honest?” he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ”It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like spending money without permission.” Faith felt herself tighten at that word - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ”We’ve talked about spending money without permission, haven’t we?” Carl’s speech went on. ”We have a way of dealing with spending money without permission, don’t we, young lady?” Every time he used the term ‘’spending money without permission” he might as well be saying ‘’spanking,” she thought. ”Faith Renee, you do know how we deal with spending money without permission, don’t you?” Instinctively Faith’s hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Carl’s question very clearly. Though that’s not the answer her voice gave.

”Well, I know… but… I thought… maybe this time…

”You thought maybe this time what, young lady? That you wouldn’t be spanked? That spending money without permission wouldn’t get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?”

Faith didn’t want a spanking - Carl’s spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn’t want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her lover was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, jeans off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her lovely skin inviting his stern reproval! Carl had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Faith’s mind raced to remember what panties she’d put on, thankful that her yellow ones wouldn’t add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Carl into living room - living room, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Carl’s spankings, she really did dislike spending money without permission and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her lover spank her would stop her from spending money without permission, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn’t have to be such a spanking!

Once in living room, Carl looked at her sternly as he sat on couch, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ”resting” place. My God, already? Faith thought to herself, but Carl, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

”Now Darling, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I’m disappointed to hear about your spending money without permission.” Faith’s spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn’t like to disappoint Carl. ”Very,” he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ”I want you to tell me how this happened,” he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

”I don’t know…” was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn’t about to settle for that.

”This spending money without permission of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn’t just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.” His face hardened even further. ”And you are going to tell me.”

”It’s like this - I couldn’t resist the new webcam. It’s so much better than my old one..”

”I see. Faith?”

”Yes, Carl?”

”Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you’ve earned?”

”I don’t know… maybe…” she replied sullenly.

”Faith Renee.”

”No. I guess not…”

”No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, young lady, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.”

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Carl would have her lovely bare and blushing, Faith moved hesitantly to her lover’s side and was a little surprised when he didn’t immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

”Oh no,” she said softly, hopelessly.

”Oh yes,” came his reply. ”You know better.”

”No, really - please? I don’t need that… do I?” This last was no more than a whisper.

”You need to learn, and the fraternity paddle helps you learn. Don’t make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

”Go,” Carl demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly - very reluctantly - Faith trudged off to get the fraternity paddle. Retrieving it from the beside table drawer, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the fraternity paddle would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Faith had no doubt that Carl would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Faith and her thoughts returned to living room and her lover’s side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded fraternity paddle, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn’t the one that had a problem with spending money without permission, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn’t fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Carl still sat like a deity on couch, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the fraternity paddle from her, she pulled it back slightly.

”You’ll start slowly, won’t you?” She knew she wasn’t supposed to ask and he always replied with ”Is that what you deserve, young lady?” But this once Carl just took the fraternity paddle from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction Faith realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn’t keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but Carl was too quick for her, he’d grabbed her wrist even as the fraternity paddle left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!

”Ow! Oh! Wait!” No matter how much time Carl would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her lover jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

”Ow! No! Too hard!” Faith protested, though really her jeans muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

”Ow ow ow!” she continued, only to have Carl chastise her further.

”Settle down, young lady - we haven’t even started. I”m just getting you settled in. You can’t even feel anything through your jeans.”

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

”No, no! I feel it! I do! don’t!” Faith insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

”Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what’s next, don’t you?”

Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns Faith lay. To be spanked over her jeans, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ”pants-down”? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward’s choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!

”No, no - that’s okay,” she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I’ll be ready, Faith thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I’ll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

”Owww. Owwwwww,” Faith moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ”Hey! Wait!” For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-jeans spanking than the jeans-spanking was over! ”Stop! Not yet!”

”Oh?” Spank spank spank spank!!! ”Haven’t had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!” Spank spank spank spank!!! Faith’s lover saw to it that these final swats before her jeans deserted her made all the more of an impression.

”OW! Geez!” She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Carl removing her first line of defense. He slid the blue denim fabric off her bottom, revealing her yellow panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Faith thought.

”Haaaaaaah!” Faith said. She had thought of her jeans as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

”Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?” In her mind Faith questioned if Carl really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her lover didn’t hesitate. ”If you didn’t want this spanking, young lady, you shouldn’t have been spending money without permission,” he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn’t thought of that! ”You know what spending money without permission gets you - maybe next time you’ll have an easier time deciding what you really want!”

”Grrrr,” Faith grrrr’d - quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

”Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!”

From long experience Carl knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Faith already knew she’d feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her lover’s hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

”Oh oh please,” she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Faith felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Carl knew just how to make her feel those! And Faith’s poor little bottom did - each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

”Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?” Her lover had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ”Not those - they don’t make a difference anyway,” she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Carl peeled her fingers from her yellow panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her lovely cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn’t Carl hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her lover’s grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Faith recognized the meaning of this gesture!

”Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!” His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

”OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!” she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

”Now, young lady, it’s time we took care of this spending money without permission,” Carl pronounced.

Oh no! The fraternity paddle - SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! By the time she realized what was about to happen her fraternity paddle spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the fraternity paddle’s ash. Oooo, did that hurt! Faith could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

”No, no - stop! Enough! I’ll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww…”

”Faith Renee! Your spending money without permission? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it’s enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you’ve earned this - and more. If you’re good you’ll get a lot less of the ”more.””

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Try as he might to be ”fair,” when it came to spending money without permission her lover was strict. That fraternity paddle HURT!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

”No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow…”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

”No - no please! I’ll be good! I’ve learned my lesson - I have!” As well she may have - her usually lovely cheeks shone from the fraternity paddle’s harsh ash.

”Then hold still, Darling, so I can finish.” And finish he did. With a flurry of SMACK-SMACK-SMACK’s he made sure she’d have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Even as Faith recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ”taking it.”

”Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!”

”Okay, Faith. Okay, Darling. Breathe. Now breathe…” Carl encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Faith calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

”Now, young lady - no more spending money without permission - understood?” Somehow Faith nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the fraternity paddle to beside table drawer, she never wanted to have anything to do with spending money without permission, the fraternity paddle, or even her lover sitting on couch - ever, ever again!

Matt Anglen - 2004

So what do you think? A spanking story written in like 5 minutes! Thanks, Matt!

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Of course, I have my favorite places to go read spanking stories, but I’d like to make a comprehensive list.  Let’s call it the Definitive List to Spanking Stories Online.

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I appreciate your suggestions!

Once again, a very special thank you to Valorie at Spankful Delight for letting me publish her story here! In case you missed Part One or Two, you can find them here:

Long Overdue Accounting Part 1

Long Overdue Accounting Part 2

Long Overdue Accounting
Part 3

by Valorie

Vivian laid on her stomach, taking the pressure off her very sore backside while thinking over the dilemma of Charlie. Her head was pillowed on her crossed arms and her sandy brown wavy hair was pushed to one side. Every time she tried to figure out how she would tell him of all the lies she told, tears started to fill her hazel eyes. Her nose was already bright pink from all the crying while she was being spanked and she was hoping to calm down enough so that her face didn’t look totally awful when Charlie showed up.

She thought back to the first day she had met him when he had asked if he could share her table in the Union . After looking up into his warm brown eyes, and the wonderful genuine smile she had no problem inviting him to join her. He was tall with longish dark brown hair and immediately had her laughing as they talked. Charlie was very impressed with the fact that Vivian was an older student just starting out who had worked to get the money for school. He was a graduate student in psychology and wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do when he got his Master’s degree. Most of his passion seemed to revolve around working with children. They both were amazed at the coincidence that Vivian’s plans also included children. Her goal was to be a reading specialist.

After that first day Charlie amazingly showed up at the same time every day in the Union . Vivian was delighted, he was not only wonderful company but there was a quality about him she couldn’t quite put her finger on but she really liked. He was so different from most of the men she had dated. He was so interested in her classes and her goals.

Almost a week after she had first met him, Charlie had asked her out on a date. Vivian was so relieved; she was beginning to wonder if he just liked eating lunch with her. She felt a little strange explaining that she lived with her uncle but she didn’t want any misunderstandings if he called and Uncle J answered the phone. But Charlie was not the least put off by the idea. “I think that’s great that you are so close to your uncle and the two of you can be there for each other.” She rewarded him with a beaming smile and a card with the phone number on it.

Charlie smiled as he pocketed it, “I’ll call tonight and we can make plans for Saturday.” He reached across the table and held her hand briefly, “I am really looking forward to this Vivian.”

She knew she was blushing but really didn’t care, “So am I, truly.”

And that was how it started. The first time Charlie picked her up for their date he and Uncle J had really hit it off. Vivian was amazed. It was as though they had known each other forever. In fact she wondered if she and Charlie were going to go out or spend the evening with her uncle.

When they left Uncle J had hugged her and turned to Charlie, “Take care of my girl.” Vivian thought she would die. But Charlie took it in his stride. She knew other men she had been out with would have rolled their eyes and made some comment on it once they were out the door.

But Charlie simply shook her Uncle’s hand and said, “I certainly will.” When they got out the door he remarked on how much he liked Vivian’s uncle. And there were other differences too. Although Charlie had gently kissed her good night after their first date he had certainly taken his time going much further than that. He was a tremendous amount of fun to be with and Vivian usually ended up laughing until her stomach ached over some of his stories. They went to movies, concerts, museums, and sometimes just went for long walks with lots of talking. Many times their meal out lasted for hours, just spent sharing with each other. He was also incredibly polite and gentlemanly. Always opening doors and pulling out her chair. And he insisted that he walk on the street side when they were out together. But somehow he never did it in a condescending manner and she was never put off by it or insulted. She felt cared about and even, protected. It was amazing but none of that bothered her as it had with past boyfriends who tried it.

It was not until a month into their relationship that they first made love. Charlie had been careful not to push her, she understood his motivations. But it was getting to the point where she was ready to push him…right down on the bed. However, one night at his apartment after watching a movie together, well at least that is what they were supposed to be doing, he had looked down at her with those wonderful brown eyes and said in a soft husky voice, “Vivian?” She had nodded and as they kissed he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Their love making was incredible. Sometimes romantic, slow, and serious, other times much more unrestrained. At times Charlie would suddenly turn Vivian over his knee and spank her playfully. She always complained but never very convincingly, in fact she found it an incredible turn on. She was sure this was the man who was meant for her.

However, there was one contentious problem they faced; Charlie absolutely would not go out on a night when they had classes the next day. He was more than willing to come over and study with her or bring her to his apartment to study. But whenever she brought up meeting friends at a bar for a drink during the week, he always turned it down. “Viv, I know I have no right or authority to tell you what to do, but you are carrying a pretty heavy class load and I do believe you need your week nights for studying.” It was then that Vivian began her load of lies. She was constantly reassuring Charlie that she had no problem doing well on her tests and papers. To hear her talk she was getting As in all her classes with no trouble whatsoever. Now she always meant to do well and catch up on her class work but she also had lots of trouble turning down her friends when they all wanted to go out. Soon she was weaving a might big web of deception that included her uncle, Charlie, but most of all herself. She truly had convinced herself she could fix what she had done, but it was way too little, too late.

So now here she was faced with her deceit towards the man she was more in love with each and every day. She sighed and stood up, groaning at the stinging pain still on her bottom, especially now that it was covered in panties and jeans. But Charlie would be here soon and she went into the bathroom to fix her hair and put on some makeup. She also had no idea how she was going to tell him about this.

Jerry was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. His niece still had not come downstairs since he had spanked her and he had a feeling she was totally afraid of facing Charlie after all that had transpired this semester. But he had a feeling about Charlie and was pretty sure it was going to work out, maybe not exactly the way Vivian expected but probably the way she truly needed it to.

As he went to answer the door he called up the stairs, “Viv honey, Charlie is here, are you ok?”

A forlorn voice replied, “Yes Uncle J, I’ll be down in a minute.”

He sighed and went to answer the door. “Hi there Charlie, come on in.” The two men shook hands like the friends they were fast becoming.

Charlie’s smile faded as he looked at Jerry. “Hey you look a little down, is everything all right? Vivian isn’t sick or anything is she?” The instant concern for his niece drew a smile; Jerry liked this boy, well man, better every time he saw him.

“Well now Charlie, you are going to have to discuss that with Viv herself, she’ll be down in a minute.”

Suspicions began forming in Charlie’s mind; Jerry had never hedged on a question before. Something was definitely up. But his attention was diverted as Vivian came downstairs. He loved watching her whenever he could; she was so adorable and sweet. It may have taken Vivian awhile to be sure she was in love with him but it hadn’t taken Charlie any longer than that first date. And Lord it had been hard holding himself back, but he wanted her to be secure and feel safe with him at all times.

But now as he looked at her, he realized for the first time he could ever remember, she wasn’t smiling at the sight of him. Maybe she was breaking up with him…oh no, please don’t let it be that. When she got downstairs she hugged him hard and he felt the relief of knowing it certainly wasn’t a break up. What was going on?

“Charlie, I have something I have to tell you…no you stay Uncle J,” she noticed her uncle quietly trying to leave them alone.

Taking her hand he led her to the couch and sat down expecting Vivian to sit too. She hesitated, drew a breath, and sat down very, very slowly, easing her bottom onto the cushions. “Honey are you hurt, were you in an accident, all right one of you tell me what’s going on here.” Vivian looked at him in surprise; she had never heard an impatient tone in his voice.

“Charlie I have to tell you what happened before we go out, since you may not want to see me again after you hear what I have done”, her lip began quivering and her eyes filled with tears.

“What in the world are you talking about, nothing could ever make me feel that way about you Viv”, Charlie put two fingers under her chin and lifted it until they were eye to eye. “Just tell me what is going on. There isn’t anything you and I can’t work out together.”

At that the tears began to spill over her eyes and she began to unload the whole story. Going out when she should have been studying, not giving her classes the attention they needed even when she was at home supposedly studying. Charlie didn’t say a word, just sat and listened. She never exactly uttered the word lie but she finished with revealing what her grades were for the semester. When Charlie heard the F in Geology the silence was broken.

His voice was quiet but firm and his jaw was set very tight, “But Vivian you assured me that you were doing well, actually very well on all your tests and papers. How can this be?” Of course he already knew the answer to his own question but he wanted her to admit to what she had done.

Vivian hung her head in shame, “I lied to you. Oh God Charlie I lied all the time. I figured I would have time to fix things up, I never intended for it to get this bad. I was so, well, distracted by other things and Geology was so boring that I just figured I would make it up later. But later never came.”

She looked up to try and read his eyes, “If you don’t want to see me again I will understand, what I did, well, it’s….unforgivable.”

Charlie sighed and took her hand, “I love you Viv and between two people in love much can be forgiven. But you have made a considerable dent in my trust in what you say and that will take awhile to get past. Also we have some discussing to do in private.” He looked over at Jerry who was now absolutely sure about what an exceptional man Charlie was. “Jerry, if Vivian agrees I am taking her to my apartment and she is spending the night there. Are you alright with that?”

Jerry smiled, “Vivian is a grown woman, that is her decision to make, but I thank you for asking.”

Looking back at Vivian he started to ask her and stopped, “Wait a minute, what does this have to do with your being hurt? How did that happen?”

Vivian’s face turned beet red, “Well Uncle J was pretty upset about what happened and so he gave me a choice.”

“Go on”, Charlie urged not understanding what in the world she was talking about.

“Well my choice was to find a new place to live,” and the crying began again. Charlie rubbed her back. “Or I had to promise to start staying home and focusing on my schoolwork, tell you the truth about what I had done, and pay the consequences.”

The word consequences resonated with Charlie. “Go on Viv, what were those consequences?”

She looked pleadingly from her uncle to Charlie. This was so embarrassing, but there was no way out. She took a deep breath, “I had to accept a spanking from him. My uncle spanked me….hard.”

She was waiting for Charlie to laugh or smile or say something about twenty four year old woman getting spanked but all he said was, “Ah now I know why you are having trouble sitting. So Vivian, are you coming with me?”

Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes she answered hurriedly, “Oh yes of course, you are sure you still love me Charlie, what I did was awful.”

“Yes it was,” he said seriously, “But of course I still love you and we will discuss this at my apartment.” He helped her to her feet and gave her a brief hug.

Vivian went to grab her purse and Charlie shook hands with Jerry. Jerry spoke softly to him, “Do what you need to son but tread a little lightly, this is all brand new to her.”

Charlie looked at him first with surprise then with understanding. They spoke the same language. Vivian came up and kissed Jerry, “Good night Uncle J and oh I am sorry.”

He patted her hand, “Sweetie, you and I are just fine. You have a good night now.” He hugged his niece.

Charlie took her hand and they walked silently out to the car. He helped Vivian into the seat, giving her a moment to sit on her inflamed bottom and then he buckled the seat belt around her as if she were a child. He kissed her forehead and she looked up at him, “It will be alright Viv, you and I are going to make this alright.”

The rest of the ride was silent except for Vivian’s occasional sniffle or sob. They pulled up in front of Charlie’s apartment and she slowly got out of the car. Her bottom was still pretty sore from this afternoon’s activity. Charlie put his arm around her and led her to the door. As they went in he turned on the light and kissed her very softly. She leaned against him for a moment and then went to sit down on the couch.

Charlie took her hand, “No Viv I want you to go into the bedroom. Right now please,”
She looked at him questioningly thinking they were going to talk things over but the look on Charlie’s face really wasn’t open to an appeal of his decision. “Just sit down on the bed and wait for me please.” She nodded and started down the hall to his bedroom.

Now Charlie was the one in turmoil, he was so sorry he had never brought this subject up with her before tonight but now there was no choice. Their relationship was at stake and this would be a definite turning point. Running his hands through his hair he made up his mind, as though there had ever been a question of what he would do.

He walked into his bedroom to find a very confused and sad girlfriend waiting for him. She needed reassurance he wasn’t just looking for a way to tell her goodbye. He sat down next to her and hugged her to him.

“Honey, what you did was very, very wrong. I am terribly disappointed that you lied to me. And not just once but over and over again. I should have said something before this because what you told me just never felt right. Believe me I will go with my gut from now on. I will never let it get this far again

Vivian looked up at him, her eyes widened, “Oh no Charlie, I will never, ever do anything like this again, you can be sure of that.” Feeling the sting she was sitting on made her absolutely positive of what she was saying.

He hugged her once more. “I know you believe what you are saying, but you still have some consequence coming to you my dear.”

“What do you mean, good grief I have had enough consequences to last me forever. You have no idea how hard my uncle spanked me. Not that I didn’t deserve it but it stings like crazy.” Her hand unconsciously went to rub her backside.

Charlie nodded solemnly, “Yes your uncle took care of things between the two of you, but not between us.” He looked at her sweet face, took a breath and went on. “Now Vivian, you know I have spanked you in fun before. We both enjoyed it a lot. And I should have discussed this with you further before now but there is nothing I can do to change that.”

Vivian’s face got a very wary look to it. She didn’t like the sound of this at all. This was sounding way too much like Uncle J. Oh God he couldn’t mean what she thought he did.

“What we have never discussed is my belief in my role and your role in our relationship. I grew up in a household where spanking was a normal consequence. It was always done in a loving manner and then the matter was forgiven and never brought up again. Even though he did it privately, I know my dad spanked my mom. I believe in the way our household ran. We were loved and cared about. My mom and dad wanted to keep us safe and help us learn how to make smart decisions. Dad believed that he was Mom’s protector. I have never seen two people so much in love with each other as my parents. They never screamed or yelled at each other. As I grew older I learned to recognize the look that passed between them when Dad was warning her that she was stepping over the line. It didn’t happen often but it did happen. As I said it was always in private but I now understand what he was doing and why.”

“So Vivian, my love, I have to ask you if you can accept this part of me. Can you live in this kind of relationship? I love you dearly but I can’t do it any other way. I will never be a tyrant telling you what job you can or can’t have. I am not going to tell you what to read or not read. But we are going to set rules and if you break them I will spank you I do assure you of that. And since I know you already know how wrong it is to lie, especially to the man that loves and cares about you, if you agree to this I am also going to spank you tonight.” He stopped and looked at her waiting for a response.

Vivian felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water in her face. She was pretty much alright until the words, I am going to spank you tonight, were uttered. He had to be nuts to think she would let him spank her already throbbing backside. Why it was cruel to even think about it. She couldn’t believe it was Charlie, sweet, loving Charlie suggesting this. It was as if she didn’t know him at all.

Charlie’s face softened as he looked at her. His next words convinced her he was a mind reader. “No honey I am not being mean to you. It would be mean to let you go on feeling guilty about telling lies and deceiving me. I don’t want you ever to lie to me again Vivian. There can be nothing but total honesty between us. It’s the only way I can keep you safe. And if you accept this, there will be no changing your mind, no talking me out of a spanking. If I decide you get spanked that’s it.”

She couldn’t believe she uttered the next words, “I see and what if you do something wrong Charlie? What consequences exist in our relationship for you?”

A smile crossed Charlie’s lips. “Well as I see it that is a matter to be discussed. I am open minded about this. And if you think you want to discipline me it isn’t out of the question.”

Now she was totally confused. And she found she really didn’t want to discipline Charlie, at least not at this point. But she was beginning to accept the idea that she was going to accept his conditions for their relationship to continue. But oh God this was going to hurt. She spoke softly, “Alright Charlie, you are right, I feel so guilty I am choking on it.” Looking up, her eyes filled with tears, “And I do love you and everything about you. If you say it must be this way, well then I guess it’s the right thing to do. I know I didn’t want Uncle J to spank me but I felt better after he did, but couldn’t it wait for tomorrow? I am already so sore.”

Charlie shook his head, “No way young lady, this lesson has to be taught now. And you need to learn there will never be plea bargains or waiting periods unless I am really angry. I would never spank you in anger Vivian.” He caressed her face softly. He sat down on the bed next to her. “Please stand up Vivian, right here in front of me.”

She sighed now knowing this was going to be a ritual that would become familiar. The next words were a surprise.

“Take off your clothes. All of them.”

In a somewhat shocked state Vivian responded by starting to unbutton her jeans and pulling them down with her panties to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the clothes.

“Your shirt and bra too, right now, no nonsense.” His voice was very firm, and very insistent.

Her hands shook slightly but she did as she was told. Finally she stood before him. This was certainly not the first time Charlie had seen her nude but this was so very different. She felt so very vulnerable.

“Vivian do you understand what is going to happen and do you have anything to say about this?”

Good Lord she was beginning to feel like the condemned man being asked if he wanted a blindfold. But she drew a deep breath. “Yes I understand you are going to spank me, I totally understand. But Charlie I do want you to know I am very sorry for what I did, for deceiving you the way I did.” She hesitated, “But I also know I deserve this and I do know how much you care.” Then she realized the strangest thing was happening. Deep down inside her there was a spark of excitement. How weird was that? But she didn’t have much time to consider the ramifications.

Charlie gently took her hand and drew her over his knee. “Vivian we have talked this out and I believe you know why you are being spanked. I never want to have to deal with deception again. And believe me it will be awhile before I trust everything you say at face value.” He looked down and winced a bit when he saw how very red her bottom already was. She would certainly remember today and tonight.

Without further warning he began spanking Vivian with his hand, hard spanks moving from one side to the other. She immediately stiffened up and gasped, oh how it hurt on her already tender skin. Charlie was relentless and very thorough. Tears began to flow from her eyes and without realizing it her hand reached back to protect her skin. Charlie took her wrist in his other hand and held it, hardly missing a beat in the spanking.

“Oh God Charlie please stop, I promise never ever ……..Ohhhh this is way too much please.” It had not effect on Charlie whatsoever. However, he did begin speaking as he spanked.

“You are never to lie to me young lady (each word punctuated by his hand landing hard). I will expect everything you tell me to be the absolute truth. Is that understood?”

Vivian could barely squeal out, “Yes” through the tears and sobbing. But Charlie knew they needed one last step to make sure she totally understood the seriousness of this. He helped her up off his lap and stood next to her. As she watched he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of his jeans. Vivian stood there rubbing her bottom and stared in disbelief. He could not possibly be serious.

“Lie down on the bed Viv, on your stomach, let’s get this over with so I can take care of you.” He stood and waited giving her the time she needed, remembering her uncle’s words. She was probably in a little bit of shock after today’s events.

Vivian knew there were no arguing and no point to drawing it out. She wept quietly as she lay down as Charlie had asked. He knelt on one knee next to her and rubbed her back for a moment. Then he put his hand in the middle of her back and she heard the swish in the air before she felt the burning strike on her backside. There was no holding back the scream that came involuntarily. She couldn’t believe how bad it burned. Smoke had to be billowing off her bottom. Before she could think further she heard the swish and squeezed her eyes tight. Once again the strap landed right across her swollen, deep red skin. Again she screamed, the pain was so intense. She felt herself collapsing into the bed, crying and howling with each of the next eight strokes. Then it stopped. Vivian lay there limp and sobbing. She felt the weight of Charlie’s body next to her. He pulled her very close and stroked her hair. “Shhh baby, it’s all over now. You are forgiven and you know have to also forgive yourself.” He rubbed her back as he sobbed into his shoulder.

Vivian put her arms around him, “Oh God Charlie I am so sorry for what I did. I won’t lie to you ever again. Even if it means I know you are going to spank me, I won’t ever lie to you again.” She kissed him gently. He could taste the saltiness of her tears. “Thank you for loving me enough to do this. You and Uncle J are absolutely right; I am far too old to be acting this way. I worked too hard to throw it all away now.”

Charlie smiled down at her and got up off the bed. He opened his dresser drawer and got a bottle of lotion out. He lay down again next to her. As he poured lotion onto his hand she turned over remembering the afternoon spanking and Uncle J insisting she put lotion on her skin. His hand gently rubbed the lotion onto a very thoroughly spanked bottom.

Vivian hissed as his hand made contact. It hurt more than she could ever remember anything hurting. But as his hand rubbed that funny spark that had started before began to expand. Her bottom arched to his touch which gave him a great deal of satisfaction as well. His hand rubbed the lotion in gently but thoroughly. Then he turned Vivian on her side and kissed her long and deeply. “I do love you my dear, never doubt that. But I will do what I need to do to keep you safe and to be sure you are taking care of yourself as well.” He wiped away the remainder of tears from her eyes. “For now get under the covers.” She crawled up to the top of the bed and let Charlie help her slide down under the blanket and sheet. She lay carefully on her side making sure nothing came in contact with her fiery bottom. As she watched Charlie took his clothes off and shut off the light. He crawled in bed next to her pulling her close into his arms letting her feel how loved she was.

She rested her head on his chest and spoke softly, “Charlie this is weird but getting spanked like this, well it hurts like hell but it also….well it is also incredibly exciting too.”

Charlie laughed very softly into her hair, “Oh I already knew that about you sweetie, from the times I have spanked you for fun. It was just a matter of whether you could accept it as discipline too. But I promise you the fun spankings will always out number the ones for wrong doing. Well unless you turn into a really, really bad girl.”

Her response was immediate and vigorous, “Oh no, no way, in fact I doubt you will ever have to punish me again. Oh God did I ever learn my lesson.”

As he pulled her closer he knew she believed what she said but he seriously doubted that was the last time he would have to put on the strict demeanor and administer a serious spanking. But he sure hoped he was right that the fun would outweigh the others. He could feel her relaxing against his body and knew she was falling asleep. And he had better sleep too because he knew from experience she would more than likely wake up late needing to have him attend to another type of burning, one that he was experiencing as well.

She nodded off thinking to herself that her Uncle J was always right. This was what she had needed, and now she knew, wanted. Life was strange sometimes but also pretty wonderful. She reached back and touched her spanked bottom, but this time there was a smile on her face as she thought of Charlie. Hmm she wondered how he would react to being spanked. As she drifted off the smile remained as her thoughts became her dreams.

Make sure you go over to Spankful Delight and let Valorie know how much you liked her story.

Once again, a very special thank you to Valorie at Spankful Delight for letting me publish her story here! In case you missed Part One, you can find it here: Long Overdue Accounting Part 1

Long Overdue Accounting Part 2

by Valorie

Vivian sat on the bed and thought carefully about her options. Her uncle had always been upfront about his belief that she needed to be spanked. Her parents had never believed in spanking and he respected their right to raise her anyway they saw fit and proper. She also knew her uncle loved her very much and for him to give her such an ultimatum meant he was at his wit’s end about how to help her out of this dilemma and make sure it never happened again.

But spanking? The idea seemed ridiculous but on some level a part of her wanted it. She shook her head, this was just too strange. Her options were clear, she either accepted her uncle’s terms or she had to find another place to live, which was not really an appealing idea at all. She loved living with Uncle J and she knew how much it meant to him.

So maybe the spanking thing wasn’t so bad. A few swats on her backside wouldn’t kill her after all. Lots of kids got spanked and they lived through it. His other demands also played on her mind. She knew she would be expected to really pay attention to her studies from now on, and she knew he would probably keep a closer eye. The worst part was she would have to tell Charlie and he would know she had lied to him easily and often. She sighed deeply, and didn’t feel very much like 24 at the moment. And it was at that exact moment that her decision was made.

Almost as if on cue there was a soft tap at her bedroom door. “Viv, are you ready to talk?”

She rubbed her hands together nervously, “Yes Uncle J come in, I am as ready as I will ever be. Her stomach fluttered and she gulped as the door opened. “Now Vivian” she scolded herself, “stop acting like a kid, just take this and get it over with.”

Her uncle came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He briefly rubbed her back, “So sweetie what have you decided.” He didn’t look angry or even upset, just concerned and loving.

She took a deep breath, “Ok Uncle J, we will do it your way. I agree to everything, but do you really have to…umm…spank me?” Her voice took on a much lower tone, “I promise I will do better and not mess up like this again. I really do feel badly about it already.”

There was a moment of silence and Uncle Jerry nodded silently, “Yes I know you do and that is one of the reasons you need this spanking my dear. I don’t want you feeling guilty and I want you to remember that there are consequences for behavior. This will help you remember to focus your attention. So Vivian stand up please right here in front of me.” Suddenly his voice had grown stern.

Vivian’s eyes widened but she did as she was told. It was then she saw what was in his right hand. It was an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. Panic flooded her as she realized maybe this was not going to be just a few swats on her backside. “Wwwwait Uncle J, what is that for? Surely you aren’t going to…?” Her voice died off as her uncle rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes, young lady, that is exactly what I am going to do. I know you have never been spanked but you have had one coming for a long time. I intend to do a thorough job. You know me well enough to know I would never, ever cause you injury, but spankings hurt, and believe me this one will be one you will remember. Otherwise there is no point in my doing it. Now Vivian, drop your jeans please.” He knew this would be difficult for her and was prepared to wait until she was able to do it on her own. The intent of this was not to put her into a panic or terrify her, but he did mean to teach her.

Now as far as Vivian was concerned things were getting a bit out of hand. Lower her jeans? In front of her uncle? And, oh my God, how much would that hairbrush hurt on just her panties. The few swats scenario was now long gone. She began to protest but her words died as she saw the determined look on her uncle’s face.

Her face colored bright red as she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Her blouse came down low enough to cover her panties so she felt like she had some dignity left…but not much.

Before she could get another thought together her uncle reached out and took her hand. “Viv, I want you to lay over my lap, I am not going to pull or yank you. You will do it on your own, but I can help guide you if you are nervous.”

Now along with her fluttering stomach, the lump in her throat came a dry mouth that could barely utter the whispered, “Yes.” She let her uncle guide her over his lap and there she was at 24 years old, over her uncle’s knee, with her pants down and her backside up in the air covered only by sheer white panties.

Uncle Jerry cleared his throat, “Young lady, in a moment I am going to give you a spanking you won’t soon forget. I am so disappointed in what you have done. Ignoring your studies, not paying attention, and not telling the truth. This is beneath you Vivian. You are a fine, intelligent young woman with no excuse for acting this way. Have you got anything to say about this?”

With eyes full of tears at her uncle’s words she blurted out, “Oh Uncle J I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to let you or myself down.”

Her uncle’s voice was soft, “Is this what you deserve Vivian?”

And she found herself feeling that she indeed did deserve this. She cried very softly, “Yes Uncle J it is, I know you wouldn’t do it unless I deserved it.”

Of course in the position she was in she could not see the loving smile on his face. But she could feel his hand pulling down her panties. No, no wait this could not be right. Her panicky voice squeaked out, “Nooo oh don’t do that. Not on my bare backside, oh no please.”

“Yes that is how it is done and will be done. Once you agreed Vivian you left things in my hands literally and figuratively. But I will give you one last chance to change your mind. I don’t want you to feel forced into this punishment.”

What kind of choice was this? Being spanked on her bare bottom or having to go apartment hunting. She resigned herself to her fate. “No I won’t change my mind but this is scary you know.” She could feel her body tremble slightly.

“I know it is and it should have been done long ago, so I think maybe we need to start now and get it over with.” With those words her uncle gripped her firmly around the waist and began to spank her bottom, with his hand, from one side to the other.

The spanks were hot stings, much more than the swats she had imagined she would get and on her bare skin they soon were really burning.

In between spanks her uncle spoke to her reminding her, “You are going to get your mind back on your studies young lady. No more parties unless work is finished.” Every two or three words was accompanied by a sharp spank that soon had her gasping. “And I don’t ever want to find out you have been at the bars when there is work to be done. Do you understand?”

By now Vivian’s legs kicked with each spank and ouches, ows, and yelps came out of her mouth unintentionally. “Yes I understand, I promise, no more goofing off, honest….”her voice rose at the end of the sentence. But her uncle wasn’t done.

“I know you believe what you say is true Vivian but I don’t think we are quite there yet.”

Tears were starting to slide down her face. Her uncle had been such a softy all her life whenever she cried, but obviously this was different. “Oh please Uncle J, it hurts so much, I really mean what I say.”

Her uncle gripped her waist a little more tightly and put one of his legs over both of hers. “I am going to make sure we don’t have to go through this again anytime soon. That is what the hairbrush is for. This hairbrush has spanked a number of badly behaved young ladies and usually has the effect of keeping this close in their memory.”

Without another word and before Vivian could protest, the hard wooden hairbrush landed across her bottom with a resounding smack. She could not hold back the howl that came out on its own.

The first smack was followed by a flurry of them, sometimes all in one place, sometimes from side to side. Her bottom felt like it was going up in flames.

“Oh God Uncle J, stop please, no more, I promise I will do as I should”, she sobbed out the words. As the spanking continued her hands covered her eyes and her body lay limp over her uncle’s lap. She sobbed like a little girl.

Then as quickly as it began, it ended. Her uncle turned her over and held her close. “There now sweetie, it’s all over. I forgive you and most importantly you can forgive yourself.” He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. She cried on his shoulder as she had as a young girl when she had hurt herself or been upset about something.

She gulped back her sobs, her bottom burned like fire. “I am so sorry Uncle J, and I love you. Thank you for letting me stay here after I messed up so badly.”

Her uncle looked at her solemnly, “Vivian, when I said you were forgiven, I meant it. This is over now. The only thing you have to deal with is not being honest with Charlie. That is for the two of you to hash out. But I do hope I don’t have to do this again.”

She shook her head slowly, “No you won’t, I promise to put the effort into my work that I should. I am far too old to be acting this way.” She stood up and reached for her panties. Suddenly she realized how exposed she was.

“Wait a minute sweetie, lay down on your bed for a second on your stomach.”

At the fearful look on her face he smiled reassuringly, “No it’s not more spanking but your bottom needs some TLC.” He took a bottle of aloe lotion off her dresser. I don’t want to embarrass you any further, the spanking did enough of that so you can put this on yourself if you would rather.”

Vivian nodded and took the bottle from him. He looked into her eyes. “You have always been my favorite Viv, which is why it hurts me so much when you hurt yourself. Do you understand.” He rubbed her back gently.

The tears started flowing again and this time he wiped them gently off her face. “Ok then sweetie, you put some lotion on. It won’t take the sting away but it will help your skin. Then when you are ready, you put yourself back together and come downstairs so we can talk about this a bit more.”

He left the room and Vivian started to pour some lotion into her hand. The first touch on her burning skin made her hiss through her teeth. Nothing had ever felt like this, but she also was not angry or upset. In fact she felt much better than she had since she had found out her grades earlier in the afternoon. And her uncle had forgiven her for such immature behavior. She closed her eyes and rubbed the lotion in gently. It did soothe the burn somewhat but oh how it stung.

When she finished she stood up and tugged her panties up over the very sore skin of her backside. But before pulling up her jeans, she decided she had to review the damages. She stood in front of the full length mirror inside her closet door and turned around. Looking back over her shoulder, she pulled down her panties. Her eyes opened wide. The skin was bright red with deeper red marks the shape of the brush on the middle of both sides. Uncle J had been very thorough. She pulled up her panties and jeans which now were extremely uncomfortable.

She stopped in the bathroom to rinse of her face and blow her nose. She was a mess. After her talk with her uncle she would definitely need some time to clean up before Charlie came over. Her hands flew to her face, Charlie, oh no she had promised her uncle to come clean about everything. And he was sure to notice she was sitting, well, a bit gingerly. What would he say about all this. Suddenly the feeling of dread was back. Could Charlie ever forgive her?

To Be Continued … I know I hate waiting too, but you won’t have to wait long. Part 3 will post this afternoon.

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