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The sweltering days of summer were slowly ending, and the hot beams were no longer streaming through the windows of my law office. Still, I knew that slowly but surely, the opposite extreme was coming, full of depression and cold, which would eventually become something even more unpleasant. I told my secretary Karen to make me warm cocoa quickly, but as usual, it took her a while. I should punish the woman, but now I was more reluctant to see her. I needed some sensible human company.

At nine in the morning, it seemed God granted me my wish. Annabelle Jackson came to visit me. The wife of my longtime client hung her fur coat and plastic bag on my hanger and went to my table. Advanced middle age could not deprive her of any of her charisma or physical beauty, from thick red hair through provocative breasts to sexy bottoms, which allowed Annabelle to unknowingly seduce men, whether standing still, walking, or sitting. She and Gregory were able to start a family and lead a happy life, which contrasted with the troubled look in her eyes today.

"Annabelle, are you two in trouble? You know very well I never left the courtroom defeated."

She didn't look reassured. My good friend swallowed loudly and clasped her hands as if she were praying to me.

 "I'm in trouble, but my husband doesn't know that. I need to confess!"

She sounded hysterical, so I covered her hands with my palm. "What happened?"

 She stared at me. "The day before yesterday, I returned from the city, where I brought my husband rare stamps from a collector. He spent a hundred thousand dollars on them. At home, I fainted from the warmth of our fireplace, so I opened the window. I put the stamps on the table and went to look for my husband, but in the apartment, I heard our children arguing. They seemed to be at each other's throats the whole way home from the college."

I nodded. I knew Stephanie and Fred – intelligent and mature offsprings of a beautiful and wise couple, but sometimes they needed to be tamed.

"I wasn't paying attention to them. I was looking for Gregory, and they went to the living room. They kept arguing. Suddenly, they started shouting that something was on fire. We rushed in. A disaster happened! The envelope and stamps ended up in the fireplace. It was clear that the wind had blown them there, so I quickly closed the window without anyone noticing me. Gregory was raging. He was sure Stephanie and Fred threw them into the fire, changing his money and desire into one half of an unburned stamp. Out of six."

Annabelle got talkative but also grew poisonously pale. I did what she shouldn't have done in her story - opened the window.

"He just knew Stephanie and Fred did this. I knew what happened, but I couldn't tell. He was so angry. I couldn't have imagined someone would be so enraged with me. So, he did this to them."

She handed me a small piece of paper. I looked.

"Let's see- He unbuckled his belt, slapped the unwilling Stephanie twice, then gave her twelve strokes with his belt, the same as to Fred, and, finally, Fred got twelve strokes with a cane as a bonus. Annabelle, you did something bad to them, but why are you coming to me with it? If you confess to your husband, he probably wouldn't want to sue you. If you think your children might take a legal action -"

"I want you to do the same to me!" She whispered, but emphatically. Finally, she got up, took the plastic bag off the stand, and a long cane out of it. Under different circumstances, she would have come across as a strict teacher, of whom each behind should be wary, but now she looked more like a shy beginner. In addition, she put the parental justice tool on my desk.

"If I caused it to them, I must experience it, too. At least twelve, just like Fred. So, the suffering I caused them sinks in."

 I grabbed the cane at both ends, lifted it, and bent it slightly. I imagined that such a curve would soon mark the cheeks of a woman sitting opposite me. I stood up and tried to look impressive.

"I'm open to bonus  services. I understand you wanted someone with a sense of justice to do it." It will be discreet but definitely not fast. Although I am not used to carrying out sentences, I like to contribute to a more harmonious household. And after all, Anabelle was guilty of harming innocent people.

"In that case, I'd like to remind you that Fred and Stephanie were punished with the belt before they received their caning. Do you think I should cheat you?"

Her face suddenly didn't know if she wanted to be pale or red. It took her too long to answer.

"Okay," she uttered an embarrassed sound. "I will take the dozen before the cane."

 "Two dozen," I corrected her. "One for Steph, one for Fred."

Her gaze didn't agree with me, but her mouth remained closed, not daring to object.

 "Let's do it," I said as I walked around the table, put my hand sympathetically on her shoulder, and slapped her bottom twice in an unguarded moment.

"OW! That wasn't part of the deal!"

"I remembered this is how Gregory started with Stephanie."

I have modified my office a little. I moved the massive green padded couch - so Annabelle would look into the mirror during her punishment. Administrated by me. Then, I confidently unbuckled my belt in front of her and asked the delinquent to come to the place where she would once again become a young, incapacitated minor.

"Just a minute," she told me, standing by the window and setting something on her phone. She turned quickly and hurried to the couch. She took off her pants, which she threw over the backrest she was about to grab. It wasn't until she put her long calves on the couch that she pulled down her panties to her knees. She waved at me with innocent-looking in truth, guilty buttocks. Anabelle's face was proclaiming the reconciliation.t Her lips, on the other hand, turned white. 

I weighed the strap and enjoyed the view of the trembling bottom. 

A closer look revealed a faint pink spot caused by my hand a moment ago. I moved from side to side until I was standing just behind her. She shut her eyes, and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin. I couldn't put it off and decided to give unusual legal advice before Annabelle gets some idea about escaping. 

The folded belt ended with the loopy eye that threatened anyone nearby. I stroked gently the woman's thighs with it. The last time I will be gentle with her today.

I exercised with my arm, and with a milder strength, I smacked those two gorgeous globes.

SMACK!

Annabelle fidgeted nervously but didn't make a sound, not even a whimper. I needed to put a little more force into the next stroke.

"Owieee!"

A long, leathery snake touched her ass for the second time, and I had the feeling that the temperature of her buttocks rose a few degrees. The rich and self-respecting lady could no longer hide the fact that it hurt her, and the reality also showed itself by the darkening red stripe on her cheeks. It made me happy that I could choose whether I wanted to look at the ass itself, the legs from behind, or the precious treasure between the thighs, not very visible yet. I decided that now Is the time to preach.

"They say about us lawyers that we are willing to let the guilty go and the innocent to suffer. But as I see it, you're such a parent, Annabelle!"

The belt whistled for the third time, and now, I used all the power of my arm.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

Annabelle shook her ass, but I put my hand on the small of her back and rewarded her with an equally powerful stroke. She should see that I will have none of it. Judging by her hysterical crying, it was necessary to reawaken rational thinking in her. 

"How are you going to make it up to your children? How are you going to make up for it, Gregory?"

I brought the belt to her eyes to clarify a little to my client that these were not rhetorical questions.

 "As you wish!  Four!" 

 I conjured up another reddening stripe on her first-class ass. A white unmarked female butt is adorable, but striped or marked speaks of thorough care.

"Answer me, or I will add the strokes!"

"I'll pay for the next stamp purchase! I'll push us to go where the children want for the holidays!"

"I'll check that!"

Strokes five and six made Annabelle twitch her pelvis again. At the same time, I had finally seen the right place with which Gregory had a deeper experience than she had. I fought with her body but also with mine.

"We have done a quarter of the belting, Anabelle. Are you satisfied so far?"

 "It's terrible! I curse the day I came to you!"

"That was today."

I admit that it was rude when I pulled her hair to hold her and elicit her first scream from me, which was not directly related to the spanking.

My hand holding the belt then alternated separate asscheeks - right, left, right, left. Every visit of the belt evoked a whimper, but it wasn't like Annabelle tried to be quiet in between.

 "So, we've paid off a debt you owed to Steph, and now it's time for the young sir's experience."

The convict asked for a glass of water, so, of course, I gave her a slight break. She wanted to go back to the chair, but I sat there and let her stretch over my knees at a sufficient distance from the crotch so that she wouldn't feel my erection. I grabbed the belt like a caring father and began to act as if she were a defiant son who would know better and shouldn't cry. Each stroke corresponded to the strongest from the first round.

"I think (SMACK!) you wanted to escape (SMACK!), but remember (SMACK!), you must have it harder (SMACK!) than Steph (SMACK!) and Fred (SMACK!) and combined (SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!) Annabelle squirmed under her belt, but she didn't resist discipline. It seemed to me that she was coming to meet me with her ass.

In the end, I allowed myself to pet her beaten bottom, but I didn't want her to take it the wrong way. There was no end to the constant moaning, but I hoped that her guilty conscience was floating away with those tears. I left her lying on my lap while I was thinking about the position in which I would mark her with the cane. The knee wasn't very suitable for it, and I didn't know if it would be a good idea to put her back on the couch when she was so fussy about the belt. So, I carefully laid her on the sofa and supported her ass with a pillow. I let her cry for a while, but only for a minute, when I went to the table for a cane and went back to the humiliated woman, training the blows.

I tried the unfinished blow a few more times and enjoyed how Annabelle clenched her cheeks and prepared for a new wave of pain.

 I couldn't drag it out too long. I directed the first blow with the cane upwards, where the white skin still held on to God knows how, so I wanted to replace it with a long line.

"AAAAWWWWW!"

The second stroke, on the other hand, was aimed at the lower purple areas of her ass, and the whole body twitched wildly after the hit. I enjoyed it very much, and I planted the following seven blows on those beautiful asscheeks until I felt like a poet composing a rhythmic masterpiece. As a chorus between the individual verses, I used the divine screaming on the other end of the sofa.

"The last three, Annabelle. I want you to repeat after me. I'm sorry, Gregory!"

SWISH!

"I'm sorry, Gregoryyyyuuhhh!"

 "I'm sorry, Steph!"

SWISH!

 "I'm sorry, Steph! Ow, ow, ow! Damn it!

"I'm sorry, Fred!"

SWISH!

"I'm sorry, Fred! Finally!

Annabelle stood up and immediately started rubbing her bottom. She put her panties in her pants pocket and it was obvious that she felt sorry for him that she couldn't go out bottom-less.

"Thank you,” she got out of her mouth and to my surprise she kissed my hand.

"One more thing.” She ran to the window and took her cell phone off it. "I recorded it. Don't worry, you won't have any problems. I know that one day I'll confess to Gregory, and then I'll want him to see that I didn't get off scot-free."

She left my office and left me standing there like a statue. Before, I wondered if I would soon have to advise one or the other party on a divorce, but maybe it wouldn't be necessary at all, at least for now.