Justice for Georgina, Part 2

WARNING: The following story includes spanking between consenting adults. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18 or if such content offends you.

If Georgina had been under any misconception that her punishment spanking would resemble the spankings that Marcus had given her in the bedroom, the first smack was enough to banish that expectation completely. Marcus held his large hand stiff and hard as he brought it down on the crest of her proffered backside, alternating rapidly between right cheek and left, then across the middle, so that Georgina could barely process one smack before the next came down. The sharp, stinging pain of the blows overwhelmed Georgina, and though she did her best to try to hold still, soon enough she had started to squirm as she instinctively tried to dodge the onslaught of his palm, finding that it hit its target every time anyway. 

Without a pause, Marcus pulled her more securely to him with his free hand while making his way to the lower portion of her bottom with the other. Now he slapped down to the sensitive spots where her bottom met her thighs, sending the burning sting into overdrive. Georgina yelped loudly, shocked at how much the spanking was hurting, and reached back before she could stop herself, trying to shield herself from his punishing hand. Marcus immediately caught her by the wrist and pinned her arm down while raining a particularly painful series of smacks down the backs of her thighs. 

“Hold still, young lady,” Marcus ordered over the sound of his relentless smack-smack-smacking and Georgina’s cries of protest. “Take it like a good girl.”

“Please, Sir,” she cried, attempting to turn her head over her shoulder and finding it impossible in her secured state, “It hurts so much!”

“It hurts because you’re being punished,” Marcus told her in an even, calm tone that made her want to scream louder. “This is what happens to careless girls who slack off at work.”

“I’m sorry!” she exclaimed sincerely as the spanking continued, “I understand! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise! You can stop now!”

Incredulously, Georgina heard Marcus chuckle. “Oh, babygirl,” he said, grabbing the waistband of her panties. “I’ve only just warmed you up. Now I’m going to really get started with this lesson. Hold still.” With that, he yanked her panties down to her knees. “Bad girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he reminded her, beginning his onslaught anew. 

Georgina groaned as Marcus began to smack her naked flesh, filling the office with the unmistakable sound of a spanking. Now that her panties were down and she was “warmed up”, as he had put it, Marcus changed his technique. No longer alternating between left, right, and center, he began to smack each spot several times in succession, igniting a nearly unbearable fire before moving on to the next. Georgina focused on keeping her squirming to a minimum, though she found she couldn’t control the sounds she made as she valiantly struggled to take her punishment gracefully. But when Marcus began to belabor her sit spots with the same steady, focused pattern, Georgina found she could no longer keep herself from kicking her legs high and bucking her hips as she moaned. She gasped as she felt Marcus slide one of his legs out from underneath her stomach and swing it over both of her own legs while repositioning her on the other, such that she was completely pinned with her bottom higher than ever. She felt herself blush hot as she pictured what she must look like, how exposed she was to Marcus’ hands and eyes. 

“I know it’s not easy staying still for a hard spanking, babygirl,” he told her. “So I’m going to help you, this time. Because you deserve this, and you’re going to get every last smack. But you’re going to learn not – SMACK – to – SMACK – kick – SMACK – when – SMACK – you’re – SMACK – over – SMACK – my – SMACK – knee- SMACK!” Each of these smacks was delivered to her upper thighs, making Georgina wail with their unbearable sting, but she found that her range of motion was almost nonexistent. Now she could give nothing more than a small wiggle of her flaming bottom as Marcus continued punishing her, focusing on keeping a steady fire burning from the crest of her bottom to her sit spots.

“Please Sir, I’m sorry,” Georgina tried again, though she knew that her pleas would do nothing to stop or slow her determined disciplinarian. “I’m going to do better, I really am!”

“Yes, you are,” Marcus agreed as he set her sore bottom wobbling again and again. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to think about how you’re going to do better every time you sit down for the next week. And if you forget, I’ll be happy to give you another reminder.”

Marcus continued to spank Georgina for another minute or so, finally finishing off this portion of her punishment with two final smacks to her thighs. Then he rested his hand on the back of her knee, resisting the urge to rub her beautiful, dark red backside and pink upper thighs as she lay limply over his lap. Instead, he released her pinned hands so he could rub her back while she gradually slowed her breathing. “No reaching back,” he told her as he did so, reminding her to keep her hands in front. “Let it hurt. You were naughty and you got spanked. This is how it feels to be a punished girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina murmured, feeling a slight tremor ripple through her body. It occurred to her that his words should make her feel embarrassed, but she simply had no mental energy to feel anything more than relief that the onslaught had ended. Now that Marcus was no longer raining down painful smacks on her bottom, she became aware of a whole other sensation between her legs. She was startled to find her body reacting to this spanking similarly to those Marcus had given her for their mutual pleasure. She began to give over to the flood of arousal when Marcus cut it short with an unwelcome reminder.

“But we’re not done yet, Georgina Catherine,” he said as he unpinned her from his lap. “You’ve still got the belt coming.”

“Nooooo,” Georgina heard herself whine as Marcus helped her to her feet and stood up himself. 

“No arguing,” Marcus chided as he helped her to step out of her panties, now bunched around her feet. Georgina now stood before him, naked from the waist down, her black hair disheveled, her lovely face pink, her eyes wet but not yet spilling tears. He looked down at her sternly. “I decide when you’ve learned your lesson, remember?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina sighed. She watched in trepidation as Marcus slowly unbuckled his black leather belt and pulled it out of its loops, not taking his eyes off hers as he did so. Doubling the belt, he gestured at his desk. 

“Go over to the desk, young lady,” he ordered. “Bend over and arch your back. I want you to present your bottom to me for the last part of your punishment.”

Georgina flushed scarlet, deeper than she had at any point over his lap. It was one thing to be held down for a spanking, to have her panties pulled down while her face was buried in the leather of the loveseat. But walking over to the desk completely naked from the waist down, her sore red bottom on display, and then to bend over and – Georgina swallowed hard as she turned the instruction over in her mind – present it for Marcus’ belt. She stood in place, unable to take her eyes off the instrument in his hands. 

“Georgina Catherine,” Marcus said seriously, impatiently, as he slapped the belt against his palm. “Do as I say, unless you want more than just a taste of this.”

This threat did the trick, and Georgina felt herself turn around and slowly walk over to the desk, moving as if she were in a dream. With every step, she felt how her backside still burned and stung incredibly from the hand spanking she’d received, and she couldn’t imagine how much more the belt would hurt. Reaching the shiny black desk, she willed herself to follow Marcus’ instructions without focusing too much on how she must look. Bending over, Georgina flattened her upper body against the cool polished wood and, screwing her eyes shut, arched her back, sticking her bottom up and out. Just when she thought she could feel no more mortified, Marcus walked over and gently tapped at her inner thighs, forcing her legs slightly apart. 

“Good girl,” he praised. Then she heard him move to her side, and she knew that she was about to get the belt. She breathed deeply as he tapped it against the center of her bottom.

“I’m going to give you a dozen strokes with this belt, Georgina,” he told her, eliciting only a soft moan. “It’s going to hurt. A lot. I mean for it to. I expect you stay in place and take it. And while you’re being belted, I want you to think about how it would feel to get twice as many on your bare butt without any warm-up. Because that’s exactly what you’ll get if I have to discipline you for carelessness again. From now on, you’re going to do your best to be a diligent and responsible girl. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir!” Georgina nearly shouted, eager to obey, which made Marcus laugh softly despite himself.

“Good.”

Marcus raised the belt and brought it down quickly, once, twice, three times, one stroke slightly overlapping with its predecessor, making Georgina scream and swing her bottom from side to side in a futile attempt to alleviate the wicked sting. “Back in position. Bottom out. Now,” Marcus ordered gruffly, putting a hand on her back to press her upper body to the desk. Georgina obeyed, and he heard her sniffle and knew that tears were coming. She was no longer pleading or promising, focusing only on surviving her punishment. Marcus continued swinging the belt, filling the sound of the office with the sound of leather hitting a naked backside. 

Had this been a play belting, Marcus would have delivered it slowly and steadily, allowing each sizzling stroke to sink in. But this was punishment. So Marcus continued the quick, vicious onslaught, pausing only to sternly order Georgina back in position before raining down another shocking smack of leather, sending her hips swaying and her feet stomping. He concentrated the last four blows of the belt on her sit spots, and Georgia sobbed so loudly through these that she barely noticed when Marcus stopped the spanking and set the belt down on the desk near her. She lay limp across the desk, breathing through the searing pain. Marcus stroked her back now, taking in the colors he’d painted across her bottom, the various shades of dark red and the spots of purple blooming against her skin. She was well and truly punished, spent over his desk. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, “Very good girl. You took that very well. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” came the soft, muffled answer. Marcus kept her over the desk for a few minutes more, continuing to rub her back and her hair while insuring that she had no choice but to let her bottom continue to burn while she remained exposed to him. 

Finally, when she began to stir, Marcus gently helped her up and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the loveseat. Sitting down, he sat her gently in his lap, grinning as she winced and squealed and struggled to find a more comfortable position for her sore naked bottom. 

“God, you spanked me hard,” she exclaimed as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck, “I’m going to be feeling that for a while.” 

“That was kind of the point, babygirl,” he told her with a laugh. “My aim was to teach you a good hard lesson, so you’d think twice about your behavior. Would you say I succeeded?”

Georgina nodded, and Marcus wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing the top of her head. “I really am sorry, Marcus,” she whispered. 

“All forgiven,” he reassured her, pulling her even closer. 

“How did you feel about that, Georgie?” he asked after a few minutes of companiable silence. “I know it hurt, but do you feel ok? Is this going to work for you?”

Georgina pulled back to look him in the eyes. Putting one hand on his neck, she pulled him close, kissing him deeply, feeling his whole body respond, groaning softly when she pulled back. Georgina took in the open, expectant look on his face, the feel of his strong arms and legs around and beneath her, thought of how she had felt being entirely under his command, and how light she felt now, absolved of the guilt and fear that had followed her all day.

“Yes, Sir,” she told him before pulling his face down to hers again. “I think this is going to work just fine.”

To be continued…