AI art by me.

A bit understated but…works for me and hopefully for you.

Kari fidgeted on the hard seat.

She knew why she was doing it.  Her bottom was very aware of what was going to happen to it in a few minutes.  The office door stayed shut, and she could hear him busy with another client right now.

A cascade of sobs came from beyond it as the sounds of flesh being smacked came to Kari’s ears.  She wondered what was being used and why.  Kari couldn’t see anything because she was blindfolded.  It was a requirement to ensure privacy for each of the coached students.

Mr. Stallings was a Life Coach.  He was a very specialized Life Coach.  He’d been trained as a counselor and had a degree in psychoanalysis.  He was also a well-known Sadist.  Believe it or not, there was a waiting list of clients who were eager to use his services.

In the high-end world of Bel-Air in Beverly Hills, a few people knew themselves or loved ones who needed a little extra encouragement.  This was not a service for children. Clients had to be over eighteen even to be considered.

Mr. Stallings worked with Ms. Radcliffe.  Stallings was over most of the female clients while Radcliffe kept the male clients hopping.  Hopping was a good word, too.  These were corporeal punishment coaches.  It sounded so much better than a Dominant and a Dominatrix.

Kari had only had to come here two other times since she’d started.  She tried very hard to be a good girl, then a good young woman.  She hadn’t been forced to enroll.  She’d accepted it was helpful, and her stepdad was wise enough to know better than to try this himself.  Kari’s mom might be okay to spank, then fuck, but not a step-daughter.

The masochistic apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree.  Kari was just like her mom, but her mom hadn’t had this opportunity.  Mr. Stallings had rescued Kari from poor grades in her first two years of college.  His rigorous follow-ups had kept her studying hard.  It helped that she couldn’t sit or lie down on her back for extended periods of time when she failed to study.

Kari sighed.

Her second time had been a year ago and was tied to a traffic incident.  Either she lost her license or went to Stallings.  Kari drove using a pillow for three days afterwards.  This time was worse — much worse.  It was also stupid, really, but she’d committed the crime, so she was serving the time.

She’d become lost in trying to keep up with writing essays for her history class until…she’d flunked an essay because it came in too late.  Her whole GPA was in peril because she’d lost focus again.  She shook her head.  Her mother and stepdad were already beginning to vet possible husbands for her, who would use a firm hand, just as her mom needed.  

Kari even liked a couple of the possibilities.  It did make it a bit awkward to date a guy when you knew he was completely aware that you got spanked when needed.  The one she liked best was much older than her, but…she liked him and knew he’d be fair if very, very strict.  She already knew he spanked well since…since she’d begged him to show her on the third date.

None of that mattered now; he was angry with her for the essay flunking, too.  It was very probable he’d want to get in his licks on her bottom after this was over.  She’d already decided to let him.  Spanked at school, spanked at home, right?

She heard the door open and the sound of soft tears as someone was ushered past her and into one of the recovery rooms.  Those rooms had soft pillows, soft blankets, chocolates, and cold water bottles.  The clients were encouraged to spend half an hour in one until they were ready to return to the regular world: a bit wiser and a whole lot more sore.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and let herself be escorted into his office.  No one knew who the attendants were or ever saw them.  The door shut behind her as she was left there.

“You may remove the blindfold.” Mr. Stalling’s voice told her.

She obeyed.  “Yes, Sir.”   It was one of the easiest things to learn: calling him ‘Sir.’  It just…fit.  

His face looked very disappointed.

Kari bit her lower lip and began to cry.  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He nodded.  “I know you are.  You always are.  It’s why I see so little of you.”

She thought that was a little funny since he saw way more of her than most did.  Embarrassment was also part of the punishment.  She’d always had to strip before the spankings and paddlings began.  It wasn’t optional.  Sometimes, she wondered how much he got paid to do what he’d probably be willing to pay for himself.

They always started by discussing the situation, and it would always end with her nodding her head, indicating that she deserved what was about to happen, that she understood what he was going to do, and that she was ready to get it over with.

He was a very patient, caring man, in his own way.  

“You’re about to age out, Kari.” He commented.

“I know, Sir.  My…it’s okay…my…my soon-to-be-fiance knows what I need and will see to it.” She blushed but didn’t look away.

Mr. Stallings smiled.  “That’s good to hear.  You like him?”

“I do.  He’s…already shown he’s good…at it.” She stammered.

“I see.  Premarital spanking, eh?” He teased her.

She blushed harder but grinned.  “Yes, Sir.  The only premarital parents actually encourage.”

“Well…you know why, you know how, are you ready?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Sir, I know…this isn’t usually allowed, but…” she sighed.  

“Yes?” He prompted.

“I learned it is much more effective if I am…over…a lap, Sir.” She got it out there.  It was true.  Bending over a desk or chair didn’t even come close to what over-the-knee had done to her.  

“Ah…yourfiancée…is…an older gentleman?” He guessed.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

“You want me to take you over my lap, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and felt a new blush begin.  Please, don’t ask why, please, don’t ask why, please, don’t ask why.  She prayed in her head.  Kari suspected he knew why.  Kari was going to miss him and…and it was her way of saying…goodbye.  “I know…I know you’ve helped me a lot and, well, I…I won’t be coming back here again and…” She let it trail off.

“I see.” He repeated.  “Well, given the circumstances.  I’ll allow it, but I think we should forego the nudity this time.”

She cocked her head.  “Because…because of the contact, Sir?”

He nodded.  “Hardly appropriate, Kari.”

“Who am I going to tell?  My parents?  My boyfriend…well…I’m going to have to tell him anyway.” She frowned.

“Ahh…a classist?  Spanked at school…” He began.

“Spanked at home.  Yes, Sir.” Kari nodded.  “I would rather just do things like normal…except the…over the knee…part.  Sir.”

He sighed.  “Have you learned you are a little bit of an exhibitionist, Kari?”

Her eyes widened.  “You knew?”

He nodded.  “A lot of you are.  It’s not difficult to see how…your body reacts as opposed to others.”

“Oh.” She felt her face heat up again.  Her nipples had given her away?  

“Okay.” He finally said.  “I’ll allow it on one condition.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir?”

“I’ll want an invitation to the wedding.” He told her.

She grinned.  “That I can promise, Sir.  I was going to anyway.”

“Come.” He commanded, and she rose and obeyed.

Mr. Stallings watched Kari as she huddled into the corner to rub a little while before going to the recovery room.  She had been spanked, paddled, tawsed, and even showed ten nice, neat, red lines from the heavy cane. 

Her bottom was nearly purple in the backdrop of the welt lines.  She’d taken it very well.  He knew she’d fix the essay and fix her grades.  She was just that kind of girl…for the correct type of motivation.

He’d enjoyed every second of it, and she knew he had.  It had been rather obvious, but she hadn’t said a word or moved away from the pressure he knew she could feel.  If anything, it had spurred her into deeper wails of apology and sobbing.  

“Good girl, Kari.  You may go now.” He finally told her.  She’d rubbed herself for him for several minutes now and was very aware he was watching.  The women usually didn’t squeeze their red asses or dig their nails into them like she’d done today.  

He’d cancel the rest of today’s appointments and go to The Club.  He’d text Jenny and see if she was available for a full session this afternoon, then he’d take her to dinner afterwards.  Jenny was a good submissive and deeply aroused by a good Dom’s touch.  

“Thank you, Sir.  Thank you for all of it.” Kari turned to him and made no move to cover herself.  She walked over and gathered her clothes.  “I think…I think my boyfriend is going to have a very special bachelor’s party.”

Stallings laughed.  He knew what she meant.  In their circles, it wasn’t uncommon for the bachelor party to be not “everyone gets to kiss the bride,” but “everyone gets to spank the bride.”

“I’d love an invitation.” He told her quickly.

She grinned up at him.  “I’m glad.  See you then?”

“For sure.” He nodded.  

Kari winked once at him, then scurried away.  He smiled as he watched her bottom twitch away.  Her boyfriend was a lucky man.