She didn't waste any time but returned from the bathroom almost immediately with a wooden bathbrush. She sat down on the couch and waved me over.

"Get over here now," she said, her eyes betraying a sort of ferocity that I had not seen before. I shuffled towards the couch. "Over my lap right now," she said, pulling at my wrist. My knees sunk into the couch cushion, and I leaned over her thighs. At once, her hand was at my lower back, pulling at the waistbands of my gym shorts and boxer briefs. I lifted my hips to allow them to slide down my legs, the waistband catching momentarily on my cock before slipping past.

The cool air settled on my naked skin, and I felt unusually exposed. Then I felt the head of the bathbrush lay against my right cheek. I heard the smack before I registered the contact--in the quiet of the living room, it was like a gunshot going off. A sharp, burning pain followed, spreading across the area that had been hit.

Another smack, this time on my left cheek, followed by another on my right. The pain began to build almost immediately.

"I will not be disrespected like that," she said and landed a smack on my left cheek. "You might have gotten away with this in other relationships--" *smack* "but with me it isn't going to fly." *smack*

A flurry of swats rained down on my naked bottom and I could feel my skin begin to catch fire. "In this relationship, you show me respect and you treat me as an equal." Another round of swats--I began to wiggle slightly in hopes of avoiding them. "Every time you mess up, I'm going to be spanking this bottom black and blue. Is that clear?"

"Yes," I said, my voice straining.

"If you don't like the way I do things, you can leave," she said and landed a particularly vicious stroke on the lower part of my left cheek. "But if you're going to be with me, this is the deal." A similar stroke caught my right cheek.

"So decide now," she continued. "Are you going to treat me with respect?"

"Yes, I will."

"And are you going to accept the punishment when you don't."

"Yes," I said, a little less forcefully.

She gave me several swats. "I didn't hear that."

"Yes, I will accept the punishment," I said, my voice cracking a little. The burn on my bottom was becoming almost unbearable.

"Good," she said and proceeded to begin with the bathbrush again, alternating sides, but delivering each as forcefully as the last. Despite knowing I should stay still, I began to squirm on top of her lap. "Stop wiggling," she said, then paused and pulled one leg out from beneath me and set it over the backs of my thighs. The bathbrush cracked against my skin, but I couldn't move my legs at all. At most I could lift my torso up and down, straining to pull myself free.

"Get back down," she ordered, continuing to paddle my burning bottom. I complied as best I could, settling back down for a moment until the pain became intolerable once more.

She paused and lifted her leg so that she could pull my shorts and boxers completely off my legs. Then she reached between my thighs and took hold of my balls. I let out a little shout as I felt her fingers close around them. She lifted them up towards her, and I felt the head of the bathbrush make contact. Although it was probably a light smack, it felt like someone had kicked me in the gut. I squirmed against her, but she held firm.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to be delivering the rest of these smacks to your balls, do you understand?"

"Yes," I cried out. "Please don't. I'll stop moving."

"Good, because I don't have any issue paddling these balls."

"Please," I said again.

She released me and returned her leg on top of my thighs. "Now do not move," she said.

The bathbrush cracked against my bottom once again, but this time I stayed in place. With each stroke came an explosion of pain, but instead of fighting against it, I let it settle within me. As much as one can, I accepted it.

"You're going to remember this tomorrow," she said, pausing. "I wish you could see how purple you're getting."

The spanking started again--rhythmic and unrelenting.

"Please, I've learned my lesson," I said, choking a little on my words. "Please stop. Please."

I felt the first sob in my throat. A moment later a cascade followed--I couldn't help it. I was crying and sniffling, my bottom completely on fire, whatever will I had before to escape completely broken.

After a time, the spanking slowed, until at last it ceased altogether. "This is a well-spanked bottom," she said, laying a cool hand across it. I winced.

"Are you going to respect me in the future?" she asked.

"Yes," I said between sniffles.

"And what's going to happen if you don't?"

"I'm going to be spanked."

"Very good," she said, taking her leg off of me. "Get up now and come here to give me a hug."

I raised myself off of her lap and settled on the couch next to her. I curled my legs inwards and leaned my head against her chest. She laid a hand on my head and began to brush my hair with her fingers.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I know," she said, continuing to stroke my hair. "I know."