Justice for Georgina, Part 3: A Well-Oiled Machine (M/F)

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. 

Marcus sat back on the couch in his living room on a balmy Sunday night, watching with a mix of amusement, lust, and annoyance as his girlfriend Georgina listlessly stood nearby and flipped through streaming options on the big screen TV mounted to the wall. Fresh from her evening shower, free of makeup, long hair wet down her back, clothed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, her skin golden in the late evening light streaming through the window, she was the picture of relaxation and girlish innocence. But her expression, and her body language, told Marcus a different story. She was bored and restless, grumbling under her breath as she searched for something to catch her attention and shifted from foot to foot. They had started watching something already, but no more than ten minutes into the movie, Georgina had declared it boring and went back to the Netflix menu without asking for Marcus’ opinion, missing the raised eyebrow and incredulous expression that the move had provoked on his face. 

Marcus sighed inwardly. He really should not have let her get away with that, he thought. And truthfully, he realized, her good behavior had slowly but surely faded over the weeks following her spanking and strapping in his office. Initially, of course, she had been a very good girl. That strict and painful punishment, and the days of squirming on a sore bottom as she caught up on her studies in Marcus’ study, had truly brought her natural submissiveness to the surface. Georgina had done her best to be obedient and diligent, with only a few small slip-ups in attitude or the neglect of a minor chore. Marcus had corrected her gently each time, and their time together had been pleasurable and harmonious for both of them. 

Now, however, Marcus wondered if he should have maintained a schedule of maintenance spankings and punished each infraction, even if only with a few hard smacks. Her behavior and good attitude were slipping, and over the past few days, she had neglected her studies despite several suggestions on his part and had even allowed herself to snap at him. As a corollary, she had grown increasingly restless – like a little girl who didn’t know her place, he realized, and was pushing his buttons and stomping her feet to see how far she could go. Well, that ended now, he decided. He had chosen to be a bit lenient because this was new to her, but he knew from experience that what she really needed particularly at this stage was strict, consistent discipline. 

Standing up, Marcus reached over and took the remote control from Georgina’s hands, turning off the television. 

“What the-” Georgina began sharply, turning to face up at him. She was immediately stopped in her tracks by the stern look on Marcus’ face and his crossed arms, blushing and looking down. Marcus chuckled. 

“From a brat to my good little girl, so quickly?” He grabbed her chin and tipped her face up to look at him, seeing her blush grow darker. She didn’t even try to pretend she didn’t know why he was looking at her like this, aware that she had been pushing his buttons. “Georgina, I’d like you to go to the bedroom and wait for me, please. I’ll be there in a little while to discipline you.”

Georgina’s mouth opened, then closed. She cleared her throat. “But what did I-”

“Georgina,” Marcus said in a warning tone, “go to the bedroom now and see if you can figure out why I’m going to spank your bare bottom tonight.” With that, her turned her in the direction of the bedroom and gave her a sharp slap on one of her sitspots, which were barely covered by fabric. Georgina squealed and obeyed his command, though she did so reluctantly, dragging her feet a bit as she went.   

***

Georgina’s stomach was doing summersaults as she walked down the hall to the bedroom. She passed Marcus’ study with a pang of guilt, thinking about the two or maybe three times that Marcus had asked when she planned on opening her books. The last time, she’d even rolled her eyes, though she wasn’t sure if he’d caught it. He’d told her to watch it, but they’d quickly moved on. Georgina’s heartbeat increased as she started adding up her little mistakes and slips in decorum since she’d come home from work with Marcus on Friday afternoon, culminating in her turning off without warning the movie they’d chosen and agreed to watch together. She groaned softly as she turned and entered the bedroom at the end of the hall, noticing that she’d left the clothes she’d been wearing before her shower on the floor next to the laundry basket – another thing that she knew annoyed Marcus. He had been right – it was no mystery why he was going to spank her, and she definitely deserved it. 

“I’m a fool,” Georgina muttered to herself as she picked up the discarded clothes and deposited them into the basket. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, vivid memories of her first punishment spanking from Marcus flooding her brain. As much as the experience had brought them closer together, and as much as she enjoyed the fun, sexy spankings they’d continued to indulge in once her soreness had faded, she had had no desire for another punishment. Had she? Wincing as she thought of those extra-hard smacks on her bare sit spots and thighs while Marcus had her pinned and immobile over his lap, and the searing snap of his belt on her bottom as she struggled to stay bent submissively over his desk, Georgina had to wonder if some part of her did in fact crave another punishment. Had she been needling him subconsciously all weekend, hoping he would take the bait? 

“Huh,” thought Georgina. “Weird. Isn’t it? I’ll have to ask Jessica about this.” She sighed, picking at the duvet and wondering how long Marcus would keep her on tenterhooks. 

***

Marcus waited a full twenty minutes before following Georgina into the bedroom, giving her some time to mull over her behavior and wonder about the consequences. When he entered, he found her sitting cross-legged on the bed, nervously playing with her hair. Looking up when she heard his steps, Georgina blushed even darker than she had when he’d taken away the remote control in the living room. It seemed that letting her wait had been a good idea. She already looked contrite and ready to be obedient. Walking across the room, Marcus bent down and kissed the top of her head, then took her place on the bed while pulling her up and standing her between his legs. He smoothed her hair away from her face, tucking a strand behind her ear. Georgina’s head was bent, but she looked up at him through her long lashes, awaiting her fate. 

“All right, young lady,” he said, “have you figured out why you’re here?” She nodded.

“Georgina,” Marcus said sternly, “use your words and address me properly. We’ve discussed this before, haven’t we?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Georgina answered.

“Well, then?”

“I’m here because…” she trailed off, looking at her feet again. 

“Georgina Catherine,” said Marcus. His tone was even, but with more than a hint of warning. He reached up and tapped her cheek. “Answer the question, please. Unless you want a separate spanking, on top of the one you’re already getting? Because that can be arranged.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said quickly. “I, um…I’m here because I haven’t been on my best behavior the past few days. Probably the past week, really.”

“Go on,” Marcus said encouragingly. “Give me some examples.”

“I haven’t been studying, Sir. Even though you reminded me. And I’ve had an attitude. And the thing with the movie…I’m sorry, Sir.” 

Marcus stroked her back. “Very good, baby. I’m glad you’re taking responsibility. Good girl.”

Georgina smiled, gratified by the praise. He felt her relax slightly. 

“That being said, I have to take responsibility too. I’ve allowed you to get away with far too much, especially recently. Had I corrected you more consistently, it never would have gotten to this point. That’s why I’m not going to punish you, as such, tonight.” Georgina brightened, but he shook his head. “Don’t misunderstand me, young lady. Your little bottom is certainly getting a good spanking. But it won’t be so hard, or so long, as a punishment. This is what we call maintenance discipline, and we’ll be doing it every Sunday until further notice.” 

“Maintenance?” asked Georgina. “You mean…you’re going to spank me regularly? Not in the fun way? Like…even if I’m good?” Marcus felt her squirm between his legs, but he held her tightly.

“That’s correct. At least for the time being, while I’m still training you in what kind of behavior I expect. The severity of the maintenance spanking will depend on how good, or bad, you’ve been. You’ll find that maintenance spankings will greatly reduce the frequency of punishments. I guess you could say that they help a relationship such as ours run like a well-oiled machine. Do you understand?”

Georgina still looked a little skeptical and apprehensive, but she nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir. At least, I think so.”

“Good girl,” Marcus said, loosening the hold he had on her. He pointed across the room. “Now, I want you to go to that dresser and open the bottom left-hand drawer.”

Georgina obeyed, walking over and bending down, giving Marcus a prime view of the pert, round backside he was about to set on fire. She opened the drawer, and Marcus heard her soft gasp.

“Grab that and bring it over here,” he ordered. Doing as he said, Georgina pulled out a small, smooth, rectangular wooden paddle made of dark cherry wood and carried it back across the room, regarding it with trepidation. Marcus had smacked her with a wooden spoon in the kitchen a few times, but she’d never received a real paddling. Her bottom tingled as she wondered how different the wood would feel from Marcus’ hard hand or belt. 

Marcus watched Georgina walk back to the bed, paddle in hand. He had purchased it a few weeks ago, simply because he liked the craftsman and was a frequent customer, and deposited in the drawer for just such a scenario. Now, he decided, it would be set aside specifically for Georgina’s maintenance. 

“Good girl,” he said, taking the paddle from her and putting it on the bed near him. Then he took her by the hand and guided her across his left knee, shifting up such that her bottom was raised high and presented a perfect target, and parted her legs a bit. Then he rolled up her t-shirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. He heard Georgina moan softly, embarrassed at the exposure and vulnerability of her position. He handed the paddle to her again.

“I want you to hold onto that until I ask for it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina answered softly, goosebumps appearing on her skin. Marcus rested his hand on her backside for a moment, then began to pat it lightly. Georgina squirmed, and he smiled. 

“This is somehow even more embarrassing than getting a hard spanking, isn’t it,” he mused, and watched her bury her face in the duvet like she wanted to disappear into it. “I find that it really reinforces a girl’s humility and reminds her of her place. And you certainly need a reminder.” He followed this with two hard slaps, one on each cheek, making Georgina yelp in surprise. Then he stilled his hand.

“All right, young lady. Let’s go over this again, because I want to make sure we’re clear. Why are you being disciplined?” 

Georgina sighed. “But Sir, we just – OW!” Marcus gave her two more, this time on her sit spots.

“You really think being a contrary brat is a good idea right now, little girl? Yes, we will go over this again, and again if we need to. As I said, this is an excellent position for a naughty girl to learn her lessons. Answer my question, Georgina Catherine.”

“I…I’m…”

“You’re being disciplined for,” Marcus prompted.

“I’m being disciplined for having an attitude, Sir. I’ve had an attitude all weekend. Maybe all week, really.” 

“That’s correct,” said Marcus.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He held his hand hard and stiff, overlapping his spanks on the fullest part of her bottom. 

“You don’t have to be in a great mood all the time, but you do not snap or roll your eyes at me,” he said sternly. Georgina groaned softly. “Yes, young lady, I saw that. And if I see it again, you’ll get a spanking right then and there.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Marcus continued to overlap spanks, building up a steady sting in her bottom, as she did her best to stay still and accept her discipline. “I enjoy our banter, but I don’t tolerate straight-up backtalk and disrespect. And if you have trouble knowing where that line is, don’t worry. I’m more than happy to teach you. My methods are quite direct, as you can see, and you’ll learn quickly.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Marcus made his way down her bottom, stopping just short of her sit spots before resting his hand. 

“Why else am I spanking your bare bottom, Georgina?” 

“Because I haven’t been studying, Sir. Even though you reminded me.”

“That’s right. We’ve discussed this several times, haven’t we, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And as I told you before, I won’t allow you procrastinate your potential and your ambition away.” SMACK! SMACK! When you’re here, if I tell you that I think you should study, you will go to my office and do so without argument. SMACK! SMACK! And you will maintain a regular study schedule at home. SMACK! SMACK! I will be checking on your progress, and if you fall behind without good reason, you will be reacquainted with my belt. I noticed that you were quite focused and diligent when sitting on a belted bottom.” 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Marcus revisited her sit spots and upper thighs, raining down more stinging spanks that had Georgina wiggling and kicking. As hard as she tried to take the spanking gracefully, those really, really stung, bringing some tears to her eyes. 

“Hold still, young lady,” he admonished, repeating the flurry of spanks in the same spots. When Georgina began to kick again, Marcus used his left hand to spread her legs further, gripping one thigh. Then he proceeded to give her the most painful slaps yet, though he delivered them with less than half the force of those to her bottom, because now he was targeting her delicate inner thighs.

“I’m sorry, Sir, please!” Georgina was doing her best to stay in position for her spanking, holding on to fistfuls of duvet and trying to keep her legs from closing against the onslaught. “I’ll be good, I promise!” 

Georgina exhaled gratefully when Marcus returned to her bottom, though she continued to cry out as he made another trip from the crest back to the sit spots. Then he rested his hand again, this time on her lower back, letting her absorb the burning pain. 

“Am I getting my point across, young lady?” Marcus asked, looking with some satisfaction at her dark pink bottom and lighter pink thighs. 

“Yes, Sir!” Georgina exclaimed. 

“Good girl. Now, please hand me the paddle.”

Georgina gasped. Although the paddle lay right next to her, she had forgotten completely about this part of the “maintenance” discipline that Marcus had outlined. Her bottom and thighs already stung so terribly, and she couldn’t imagine how much more it would hurt to be paddled. Still, she took a deep breath and reached back to give Marcus the implement.

“Very good, baby girl,” Marcus said in a soft, soothing tone as he took the paddle from her. “You’re taking this very well. I’m really proud of you. Now, let’s repeat one more time. Why are you being disciplined tonight?”

This time, Georgina didn’t argue or hesitate. “Because I have had an attitude, and I haven’t been studying. I’ve been bratty and not very obedient. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl,” Marcus encouraged, but now she felt him lay the hard, cold wood of the paddle against the middle of her bottom. “Now, I’m going to give you six swats with this paddle. I want you to count each swat and thank me for disciplining you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

SMACK! Georgina jerked up involuntarily, stunned by the deep burn of the wood as it slammed against her already sensitive skin. It took all her composure to settle back into position even before Marcus could admonish her. “One,” she called out, “thank you for disciplining me, Sir.”

SMACK! She yelped as the paddle connected with her bottom again, in the same spot as the first smack, crossing and uncrossing her ankles as she continued to struggle to stay still. “Two, Sir, thank you for disciplining me.”

“Good girl,” Marcus said softly, but there was nothing gentle about the next smack of the paddle, which he held such that he covered the entirety of her right cheek from crest to sit spot. 

“Owwww,” Georgina moaned, wiggling her hips and slamming a fist down on the duvet. 

“Georgina,” Marcus said warningly.

“Three! Thank you for disciplining me, Sir.” The next smack mirrored the blow on her left cheek, and Georgina kicked her legs high and rose up on her hands, nearly launching herself off his lap entirely.

“Young lady,” Marcus said, with a bit more sharpness, “if I have to put you in a leglock again I’m doubling it to an even dozen.” 

Georgina gritted her teeth, but she obeyed, grinding out the next count. Marcus didn’t let up on the severity of the paddle smacks, delivering three more of the same intensity, the final one landing over both sit spots and upper thighs. Once Georgina counted and thanked him for the sixth, he put the paddle down but kept her over his lap, letting her absorb the fire that continued to burn in her bottom. 

“Are we clear now, Georgina?” he asked softly.

“Yes! I’m really sorry Sir,” she mumbled into the duvet.

“It’s ok, baby,” he said soothingly as he continued to stroke her back, “it’s all over. You took your discipline like a good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

After a few minutes, Marcus helped her up and sat her in his lap, smiling as he watched her squirm on her sore bottom before settling into his arms and burying her face in his chest. They stayed that way for a while, until Marcus heard Georgina stifle a yawn. He laughed.

“Is my little girl sleepy after getting her bottom spanked?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Marcus stood up, holding Georgina in his arms as he carried her over to the top of the bed and helped her climb under the covers. She looked up at him, her face still a bit red, and smoothed back her hair.

“Starting tomorrow, I expect you to be on your best behavior,” he warned, “or you’ll be seeing that paddle a lot sooner than next Sunday. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”