AI art by me

This is a new adventure in writing a story for my blog. I approached a reader, Katy Banks, to see if she’d be interested in collaborating on a spanking, D/s story. She was agreeable. Katy is a genteel flower from the deep south but don’t let that fool you. She is a self-proclaimed Alpha Sub. I have seen evidence of it! This story will go one for a bit as we go back and forth. This segment has parts from both of us as the rest of them will, too. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it together. I am open to other collaborations if anyone is interested. Let me know.

Carmen poured herself a cup of coffee from the new-fangled machine their grandson had bought for them. It did all these fantastic things for her that she used to have to do herself. She wasn’t sure she liked so many innovations. Carmen enjoyed doing things for people. She loved doing things for Luke.

She smiled to herself. He was still upstairs enjoying a lovely late morning. Well, that he should, after what he’d done to her all night long. She giggled silently. No, it hadn’t been all night long. Those days were past, but it felt like all night long. Absently, she reached behind her to rub her still sore bottom with her own hairbrush!  He loved using her own to paddle her.  She did, too.

Their kids and grandkids would be shocked to learn that Grandma still got paddled by Grandpa. It would even be worse to learn Grandma begged for it from Grandpa because she loved the feel of his marks on her tender parts. Oh, their daughter Katie wouldn’t be surprised. Tom was a good, dominant husband for Katie and a rare find. Carmen also suspected their grandson, who had bought the espresso machine, took after his Grandpa. She’d wait and see.

Looking down at her coffee, she reminisced about how it had started so long ago in Berkeley during those turbulent times—it had started with coffee! Gingerly, she sat down at the kitchen table to drink and to remember.

When Carmen arrived for her first day on campus, she was overwhelmed. She had just transferred from her local Junior college.

Berkley seemed a city unto itself. After one semester at Junior, she had decided that she needed to expand her horizons and not just study to be a secretary but to challenge herself with business courses that either were unavailable at Junior or would not transfer to a university. Her parents had agreed to fund her for one year of living on campus, as commuting would have been a nightmare with the daily traffic.

Her new dorm roommate, from northern CA, was nice enough but never around. This suited Carmen just fine as she had wanted to experiment with living by herself for the past few years. Her family and brother were great; she just wanted to explore more of what life had to offer. Moving on campus and into a dorm was the best of both worlds, although she would never have expressed this to her parents.

During her third week of classes, she sought out the ‘Union’, as everyone referred to the Student Union building at the center of campus. After her last class, which ended at noon, she found her way over to the Union to have coffee and maybe a light lunch while trying to do some studying. However, people-watching proved to be too much of a distraction.

One of the most handsome guys she had ever seen was at two tables over. He was deep in animated conversation with a small group of students. She could catch a word or phrase every once in a while. “Protest”, “signs”, “peace symbols”. She couldn’t take her eyes off the young man. He simply mesmerized her. His physique was quite stunning underneath his tight-fitting tie-dyed t-shirt. His coal black, slightly wavy hair bounced as he spoke, but he kept pushing it back from his face.

She found his movements endearing even though she had no idea who he was. He had looked her way twice now. On the third glance, he excused himself from the small group and approached her table. She momentarily snapped out of her trance when she realized he was approaching her and started to panic! Wait! She had to leave now! But there was no escape; she thought she would die of embarrassment when he spoke to her. His voice was like warm syrup being poured all over her. She was practically paralyzed when he talked to her. Four simple words: what was wrong with her? She couldn’t find her tongue, much less her voice when he spoke.

“Are you new here?” his deeply sensuous baritone voice drifted to her ears. She knew she was staring like a mute monkey.

He continued, “Are in Professor Higgins Econ 101 class?”

She thought she blinked but wasn’t quite sure.

It was as if she was rendered mute by an aura she honestly saw radiating around his whole body. Was she dreaming? She had certainly never experienced anything remotely like this in the realm of her limited world. She went to move her books from the small round table and spilled her hot coffee all over herself.

When she jumped up, he quickly grabbed some nearby napkins and tried to help her wipe down her extremely short mini dress. This only made her more acutely aware of her embarrassment while the only sound that came out of her mouth was ‘No! No!’. The confused look on his face when he tilted his head almost made her swoon. She finally found a semblance of her voice and replied, “Yes. Yes”, to which he looked at her and burst out laughing with the sexiest laugh she had ever heard.

“No, no, yes, yes, what are you trying to say? By the way, my name is Lucas, Lucas Manning. Sometimes my friends call me Luke.”

Carmen found enough of her voice to reply, “The ‘no’ was me not believing I spilled coffee all over my new outfit. The ‘yes’ answered being new on campus and in Professor Higgins’ class.” At least she had proved she was not mute. Thank goodness for small favors! The aura had faded when she looked back up at him, but the effect on her psyche had not. What in the world was it about this Lucas Manning character that had touched her so profoundly?

Luke chuckled while admiring her shoulder-length chestnut hair and deep azure blue eyes. What a rare combination. He could definitely see losing himself to her innocence, charm, and fantastic beauty. His body had a physical reaction to this girl. He was glad she couldn’t see well enough to notice his rising bulge before he had time to calm down.

Didn’t this girl have such lovely legs and red hair? Luke had already been interested before he noticed her staring at him. It was like the poor thing was mesmerized by the sight of him! There was a strong reaction, and he could feel it in her even now.

“Does that mean you want me to call you Luke? ah…Luke?” Carmen stammered out to him. Her cheeks blushed slightly.

Luke came to her defense. “Well, yeah. I’d like to be able to call you a friend, at the very least. Can I buy you another coffee? I feel a little responsible for startling you like that.” He knew he hadn’t but was trying to give her an out.

Carmen recognized his attempt at chivalry and gave him the best smile she could muster. “I’d like that, Luke. I’d like that a lot. Maybe you can tell me for both of us over coffee what you were so adamant about with that group over there?”

Luke warmed up to this challenge. “Sure.”

After finding out what she wanted, Carmen sat down and let him retrieve the coffees for them. He took charge with so little effort, yet she felt comfortable and safe…was it too soon to think about him in that way? Yes, it was too soon. She’d caught him admiring her legs and was glad she’d been brave enough to wear the daring minidress.

Luke felt a pleasant hum in his chest as he got the coffees. It felt good to be taking care of someone. It didn’t hurt that the someone was so unbelievably gorgeous! The way her eyes looked at him? He wanted to put his arm around her and keep her safe from all the evil in this world. She looked like she wouldn’t mind one bit.

Over coffee, Carmen learned about Luke’s radical leanings and Anti-War protests. She hurt inside for him as he spoke about the horrors of Vietnam and being drafted. At one point, when she couldn’t help it, she put her hand over his to comfort him. He looked down at her hand but didn’t move his. His eyes had gleamed.

Carmen knew then that she wanted him in her life in some way. It was the ’60s, right? She gathered all the courage she could muster and asked him if they could meet again the next day. She couldn’t believe she’d been so bold. He agreed but insisted he’d pick the place and treat her to dinner. Carmen was thrilled and couldn’t believe he’d actually accepted.

One date had turned into a few weeks of dating before Luke finally broached the subject of consequences.

“Carmen, you were late again for your morning class, weren’t you?” he asked her.

The drop in her eyes and her slumped shoulders gave him the answer before she whispered it. “Yes, Luke. I was. I’m sorry.”

“You promised me to do better, didn’t you?” He knew he was putting her through the wringer, but it had to be done.

Carmen cringed and felt horrible that she’d broken yet another promise to him. What was wrong with her? He only had her best interests in mind. Luke was controlling, yes, but in a way, she loved, even craved it, if she was being truthful. It made her feel special and cared for warmly and lovingly.

Luke could see tears were not far off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d scolded her to tears. He knew what was needed but had hesitated until this moment. They were at their usual table in the Union for lunch.

“I have an idea, Carmen. It’s really to help you…be better, but it’s a little 1950’s,” he began.

She looked up at him and sniffed once more. “What do you mean?”

There was no going back now. Luke forged onward. “When I grew up, I learned quickly there were solid boundaries, rules, and if I broke those rules then I got a pretty harsh consequence.”

Carmen nodded and felt her pussy tingle a little at where this might be leading. “I remember. Your father would…punish you.” She bit her lip.

Luke didn’t miss the bit lip and felt encouraged. “He whipped my ass, Carmen. Sitting was difficult, and I’d have to sleep on my stomach for at least one night afterward. It made a lasting impression.” He took a deep breath. “I need to make an impression on you about being late to class.”

Suddenly, Carmen couldn’t breathe! She managed a sharp intake and whispered, “Do you mean you should…punish me?”

“I do.” He nodded and left it there. “Tell me your thoughts.”

Carmen felt the commanding tone in his deep voice.  She knew she had no choice but to tell him her honest feelings. If she had learned one thing about Luke in these past few weeks, it was never to lie to him. He did not tolerate lying in any form. “Oh, Luke…I…this is so embarrassing.” She tried to collect herself. “I feel…tingly…down there…when you say that to me.” She blushed.

Luke’s reaction was similar to hers but more of a throb at her confession. She’d opened up to him. “You’re a grown woman, Carmen. You can say what is tingling?”

“I know, but…the way I grew up? A lady didn’t say those things. It’s a hang-up that…maybe you can help me with…along being punctual?” She looked into his eyes and did her best to plead for him to take the reins of this conversation.

Luke read the emotion in her face. “Okay. To be clear, and you only have to say yes or no, do you want me to take control and make you get to class on time?”

“Yes, please, would you?” she whispered. It didn’t feel right to address him in such a casual tone. “Yes, Sir,” she said. It felt very right and very hot. He deserved her respect. After all, he was trying to look out for her by assuring her she would not miss classes for which her parents were paying. He was also making sure she had respect for her parents, who were sacrificing their hard-earned money to educate her.

Luke swallowed. Part of him wanted to tell her she didn’t have to call him that, but he loved that she did and sensed she needed to use the title.

“Good.” He smiled. “You are my very good girl.”

Carmen felt a pleasant warmth at his praise.

“You understand what will happen if you are late again?” He asked.

She took a breath but nodded. “Yes, Sir. You will punish me.”

“That’s right. We need to discuss what form that punishment will take.” He eyed her as ideas rolled through his mind. “I will need to ask you some very personal questions.”

Carmen agreed. “It’s okay, Sir. I’ll answer anything you ask.” She giggled. “I may blush a bit, but I will answer you.”

Her promise meant a great deal to him. He reached for her hand. Carmen automatically put her hand into his as he enclosed her hand with both of his.

“You’re safe. You will always be safe with me. I will never do anything to you that you didn’t agree to beforehand. Understood?” His eyes drilled into hers.

Carmen felt so very small, vulnerable, and, yes, cherished in that moment. His promise to her now opened the gates to anything she would have hesitated to tell or…do for him. “Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you.” She smiled.

They spent the next few minutes deciding the form of her punishments. Both of them agreed on spanking. If she broke a rule a second time, it would be a paddling of some kind, not just with his hand. They didn’t go past that since Luke was sure Carmen wouldn’t push that far.

The idea of calmly talking about being spanked over Luke’s lap in the middle of the Union made Carmen’s tingle more of an ache now. There was also a nagging voice in her head that wouldn’t shut up! She began to squirm.

“What’s the matter?” Luke asked. He’d noticed Carmen getting more and more fidgety.

“Luke, Sir? I…” Carmen sighed and knew she’d feel better if she got it out. “I’ve already broken the rule twice now and…wouldn’t it be appropriate to be punished today for those missteps? It would remind me to get up earlier and be to class on time if…if…” She couldn’t make herself say it.

“If your bottom was still a little sore today? If I had spanked you last night? That’s very brave of you to tell me, Carmen. Good girl,” he told her as he patted her hand.

She did feel a lot better and…a lot worse, too. Carmen also knew what Luke wanted to say but didn’t because it wasn’t groovy these days. “Thank you, Sir, and…it’s okay to tell me, Good Girl, Sir. I’d like it when you do.”

Carmen never ceased to surprise him. Good Girl was such a misogynistic, man thing to say to a woman.  Luke never dreamed a girl would ask him to use it.

“Okay, my Good Girl, what should your punishment be? I’d say at least a good spanking, but you have broken it twice now,” he shrugged.

Carmen grimaced. She’d thought of that, too. It was one of the reasons she had such a hard time saying it to him. Closing her eyes, she tried to muster the courage for what she knew she needed. Making her choose the punishment was part of the punishment, she was sure.

“You’re making me choose it on purpose, aren’t you, Sir?” She gave him an impish grin.

Yes, I am, Carmen. It’s for your own good, though. Do you understand this?” he grinned back.

She tried to glare at him but knew it was not coming across as such. Fine. “What about…a little of both, Sir? Start with…a spanking, then a few paddles at the end?” Was she going to say this? “I have a hairbrush with a wide backing. It should…do well…for that, Sir.”

Luke had to take a calming breath. “That sounds very fair.” It was all he could manage as he envisioned her over his lap being spanked and paddled. Shouldn’t he be feeling bad about that? He certainly didn’t.

Carmen wanted to get this over with so badly now. “We have an hour and a half before Econ. Can I, please, get this over with now? I’d really rather not wait,” she blushed. “Plus, you’ll get to see me squirming on that hard seat in class afterwards.” A small smile showed on her lips.

Luke’s heart skipped a beat. She was asking for it, politely, AND admitting she knew he’d enjoy seeing her squirm on a tender bottom afterwards? What more could he ask for? He had long-term thoughts about Carmen recently. Now, he was beginning to expound upon those thoughts.

“Let’s go.” He got up, took Carmen’s hand, and led her out of the Union.

Carmen’s heart was beating so hard she thought she would pass out before they got to Luke’s off-campus apartment. She couldn’t believe this was happening! Was she insane? Had she agreed to let a man, Luke, spank her bottom with his hand and a hairbrush? This was crazy! Definitely not something she had ever heard of any of her girlfriends doing! She must have something wrong with her.  

At the same time, she couldn’t help from feeling aroused in a new way. A way that had her submit to punishment from a man she might be falling in love with. How could this even be true? Luke was not rushing to his apartment as it was only two blocks off campus. Maybe he was trying to give her time to change her mind? If so, should she? She had no idea. All she knew was that a feeling of sexual exhilaration was slowly overcoming her. Her mind was laser-focused on what Luke was about to do to her.

As they approached Luke’s building, she began to shiver a bit. Luke turned to her and asked, “Carmen, you can still change your mind about this. Are you sure you want to be punished and punished by me?” It was do-or-die time for Carmen. She had known for a very long time that something was lacking in her life. Could this be it? Of all things, being punished by a spanking? She knew there was only one way to find out. 

She replied to Luke, “Yes, Sir. I want to try it at least to see if it will teach me not to be late for class.” With that answer, Luke unlocked his apartment door and led them inside. It was a typical college student apartment. Slightly messy, but not overly so. Books were on the couch, and a couple of dishes were in the sink. However, when they walked into the bedroom, Carmen gasped inwardly. The room was spotless in every way. The bed had been meticulously made, books were placed in an orderly on the desk, and clothes were hung neatly in the closet. It was as if a maid had just left and tidied everything up. 

This room belonged to a guy. to her Luke? Luke noticed her surveying his room. He told her that his father and his time in the military had taught him that neatness and order could make a man’s life easier in many ways. His mother had always taken care of his father in this fashion. Their 30-year marriage was proof it worked. It relieved the stress of trying to find things and presented a calmness not always found in the outside world. It gave him an inner peace when there seemed to be none to be found elsewhere.

Carmen gained a new perspective and more tremendous respect for Luke. He gently took her hand and led her to his bed, where they sat beside each other. Luke patiently and calmly explained what was about to happen and why. He knew Carmen’s head must be spinning. He wanted her to feel safe, secure, and above all, loved. He noticed the vein in her neck calm down and knew she was becoming more relaxed with him. He talked with her a few more minutes and explained in detail that she would be bending over his lap and that he would spank her with increasing intensity until he felt she was beginning to learn her lesson. 

At that time, he would switch to the hairbrush she had mentioned, which she had in her purse. He asked Carmen to get the hairbrush out of her purse and present it to him as if it were a crown placed upon a velvet pillow. Carmen got a confused look in her eye. Luke told her that it would make more sense if they pursued these roles together. He had decided previously that he would not ask Carmen to bare her bottom to him on this first spanking. He knew it would terrify her to the point of never asking for another spanking, and he was not willing to chance that. In his mind, he knew that if there were a second occasion, it would be Carmen’s bare bottom facing upwards across his lap.

He could see Carmen’s face turning red. He turned to her and patted his lap. Carmen looked up at him with pleading eyes but did as he implied. She placed herself across Luke’s lap. Luke explained that after each swat of his hand, she was to thank him with a ‘Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again’ after each swat of his hand. He had decided upon five swats on each buttcheek but had not informed Carmen of this. It was better that she did not know at this point. Once these 10 spanks were given, he would have her stand up and present him with her hairbrush while on her knees before him with a bowed head. The hairbrush swats would be swift and decisive. Powerful enough that he was pretty sure she would be crying by the time he was finished.

Carmen laid over Luke’s lap. He placed his left hand firmly on her upper back and ordered her to grab his ankle with both her hands. He cautioned her that moving or trying to free herself would only result in more swats. Did she agree to this? Her answer had been yes. Her heart had begun to beat rapidly once again. Luke wasted no time in delivering the first spank. Carmen winced and yelled out in pain. Luke reminded her of how she was supposed to respond. “Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again,” Carmen said. Swat two…”Thank you, Sir. I will not be late to class again.” Swat 3, “Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again.” 

By swat 4, Carmen was ready to run. She began to squirm, but Luke’s firm pressure on her back increased just as the swat intensity increased. Luke reminded her of what she had agreed to. He also reminded her she had let go of his ankle. Both of these missteps would earn her increased swats. He thought 5 for each infraction should suffice for today. An extra 10 extremely hard swats in all, followed by 10 more with the hairbrush. Luke knew that after the extra swats and hairbrush, Carmen would not be able to sit through class. He would keep his hand firmly on her leg during the upcoming lecture. He would make sure she learned her lesson today!

After the first 15 swats, Carmen definitely cried and cried hard. Once he had finished, he ordered her to stand up in his most authoritative voice and get her hairbrush. He then commanded her to get on her knees before him with the hairbrush placed in both her palms and a bowed head. Carmen thought she was about to have a panic attack. However, she gathered enough of her wit to do as Luke commanded.

 Luke then told her to raise her head slowly, look him in the eye, and listen to her next set of instructions. Carmen didn’t know whether to be angry or scared. She thought she was a little of both. He took the brush and ordered her back across his lap. He was going to make sure the brush drove his point home quickly and furiously. His cock was throbbing and he knew just how to finish off Carmen’s punishment when he was done with the hairbrush. 

After the first swat of the brush, Carmen yelped in pain. Luke ordered her to repeat what she had been told after each swat. “Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again.” Another swift and harder swat with the brush. “Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again.”  After 10 more swats, each with increasing intensity, Carmen had been lost in space but still able to repeat, “Thank you, Sir, I will not be late to class again.”

Luke gave Carmen a minute or two to calm her intense crying. He asked her, “Carmen, what have you learned these last few minutes?” Carmen replied, “S..S..Sir, I have learned not to be late to class.” Luke told her that she was his Good Girl but that he had one more part of her punishment. She was to thank him correctly as he had taken his time, effort, patience, and kindness to ensure she learned a lesson that would benefit her and show respect to her parents. Carmen agreed, even though she did not know what Luke had in store for her.