“Sara in Trouble” AI art by me.

She was pacing, and she knew it. It was partly due to her nervousness and partly to the soreness in her bottom.  

Sara had been spanked, bare-assed, on the side of the street!  

Horns had honked, people had laughed, she knew there’d be something of it on the town’s social media feed. It was part of the punishment. Everyone would know that Sara had been in a fender-bender with Mr. Thompson. The older man’s left hand had been harder than her husband’s paddle! He’d spanked her until he was positive she’d learned better than to text and drive ever again. She’d bawled it several times until he was satisfied.

Yes, it had been her fault for not paying attention. Yes, she knew the rules and had agreed to follow them, but there was a vast difference between signing a contract and feeling the reality of it smacking your bare behind under full sunshine. It was the price she paid for living where she did. She just hadn’t had to pay it before today.

Mr. Thompson hadn’t been particularly mean about it, and he was in his sixties. Still, Sara couldn’t believe he didn’t enjoy having a young thirty-something woman over his lap with her panties down, being taught such a painful and embarrassing lesson. She’d never been spanked by a stranger before! Oh, God, why had she agreed to this?

Two months ago, her husband came home very excited, and it was infectious. She wanted to know what was going on and why he was bouncing off the walls. He calmed down and began to tell her. His company had offered to promote him and give him a hefty relocation allowance.

Sara had been thrilled! It was a dream come true for her. She’d finally have a full-sized kitchen for her baking hobbies. No more thin walls of their apartment that made their Domestic Discipline marriage hard to conceal.   She’d blushed more than once from the knowing looks she got from old lady Jennings next door.  

Michael quietly explained it was a Covenanted Community. Everyone who lived there had to agree to the Domestic Discipline plan, which also included the caveat that a Spankee from a couple could and would be punished outside the home by a Spanker from another couple if any rules of decorum or legal laws were broken and witnessed by a Spanker from another couple. The follow-up was that the Spankee would also have to report this public punishment to their Head of Household and receive a stronger punishment at home. It was intended to promote good behavior in the community and in homes.

Sara had read The Story of O in college and also The Sleeping Beauty series by Anne Rice under a pseudonym. She was guilty of having edged herself to powerful orgasms, thinking of the power exchange and punishment dynamics involved. She’d never been brave enough to try it or suggest it to anyone she was dating. It was a time when most men were apologizing for being men, so not many dominants were showing themselves.

Michael had been very honest about his desires for a serious relationship. His own parents were in a DD marriage. Sara had been able to talk to Michael’s mom in private about it. Yes, Michael’s dad did spank, paddle, and strap her when needed. They agreed upon rules, and there were boundaries. Some things were not part of the agreement so she couldn’t be punished for them, but many were.

This made Sara feel a lot better. She would get some say just as Michael had promised, but she’d heard it from another source. Parts of it would be embarrassing and painful, but she also knew it would arouse her just as it did Michael’s mom, who assured her the orgasms later were phenomenal!  

Her own parents remarked on her improvement in so many different ways, such as budgeting better, being more punctual, and also being so very happy. Sarah learned she liked being held to a strict discipline. Michael was fair but firm, and if she went over budget, then she got her bottom paddled with her own hairbrush.  

She told him a white lie once. Well, she thought it was a white lie. Sarah learned about being soaped in her mouth, and it was her first encounter with Michael’s belt. It had been a transformative experience for her! He’d laid into her until she couldn’t sit the next day without wincing or gasping. She learned her lesson.

Yes, she’d cried from her punishments many times, but had found it somewhat cathartic because her bad behavior was often due to stress from other things. Being held accountable felt good to her, and there were never any hidden grudges or arguments between them, like with other couples they knew. This was all fine in the privacy of their home, but in a community?

“May I look at the contract first?” Sarah asked him.  

She was pleased to read that a registry would be kept of the public punishment, the punishment delivered, and the reasoning, and that it would be posted on the town’s social media platform for further proof. Some codices sought to prevent abuses of this rule, including hefty fines if a person was punished unfairly or too harshly by someone who was not their HOH.  

A first offense was allowed, but the community at large was made aware of what happened and who the offender was. There wasn’t a second chance. The second violation was eviction from the community. This also included assault charges with legal penalties, too. The offender would be placed on the Sexual Offender Registry.

Sara reluctantly admitted there was more care put into preventing abuses than she’d have thought. It wasn’t quite that dominants would look for excuses to spank pretty submissive bottoms, but the possibility she could get punished by a stranger was daunting. Some of the more obvious misbehaviors were spelled out. Traffic violations, shoplifting, profanity in public places, but then went into vague areas like disrespect and blatant rebelliousness.

“What do you want to do?” Michael asked.

She sighed and bowed her head. “What do you want me to do? Tell me and I’ll do it, Sir.” 

“Mmm…no. I know you’ll do what I say, which I love, but I am asking for your feelings and opinions. When I do so, I expect an honest answer.” He explained.

She looked up with a soft smile. “Thank you, Sir. Well, can we go there and see what it’s like? I want to talk to some of the women who’ve lived there a while. You know, like I wanted to get your mom’s viewpoints.”

They went the following weekend to visit Birched Hills.  

It seemed like an idyllic, spotless place. Everyone was very polite. Sara was surprised and remarked she hadn’t seen any kids or teens getting spanked, but had been told by their guide that such things were done at home, not to encourage unhealthy voyeurism of underage persons being punished.

Their last day, they’d gone for a walk in the park and heard an argument begin between a man and his wife. She said some very heated and vulgar things. Michael and Sara had looked on with wide eyes as the man pulled her over his lap, hiked up her skirt, lowered her panties, and spanked her until she cried and begged to be forgiven.

Afterwards, the man had held her on his lap, speaking softly to her for several minutes. She nodded a lot, then kissed him softly, then more deeply. She had leaned into him as he walked her out of the park. The woman had blushed a lot when she’d seen Michael. Sara felt sorry for her but had to admit the scene was well done.

Sara agreed to the move and signed the agreement along with Michael.

Everything had gone splendidly, and she loved their house. There’d been her weekly maintenance spankings, but she’d been a good girl, and they’d been more funishments than punishments. She did love those, too! Then came today and the accident.

Sara rubbed her bottom gently again and winced. She then glanced over at the black Hank’s belt hanging over the back of the kitchen chair. Dutifully, she’d called Michael at work and blubbered her confession of what she’d done and the punishment she’d received. He’d asked to talk to Mr. Thompson, who spoke in respectful tones and thanked Michael for having a good wife who could take her lesson well. It made Sara feel a little better.

Mr. Thompson had handed the phone back to her.

“Sara? You know what has to happen now, right?” Michael asked with a long sigh.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled.  

He told her what to do and what to wear, and he’d be home soon. Early Release from work was given in the circumstances in Birched Hills because timely punishment was more effective. Sara grudgingly liked the rule since it meant she didn’t have to wait all afternoon for her belt whipping.

She heard his car arrive, and her stomach twirled. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she remembered her instructions. Going to the table, she lowered the pink thong until it was just past the swell of her bottom and bent over the table. She rested her elbows on it and waited.

Michael came in and didn’t make her wait long.

“Hmm…Mr. Thompson did a good job.” He commented.

“Yes, Sir. He did.” She whispered. “His hand is much harder than yours.”

“Age and calluses, probably,” Michael responded.

“Yes, Sir.” She agreed. Using her words and not just nodding was one of the earliest lessons she’d been taught in their marriage.

“You know I’m going to have to post this.” He reminded her.

She whimpered slightly but nodded. “I know, Sir.”

An aftermath photo would have to be posted on the social feed to prove Michael had done his part and done it well. The idea that her strapped bottom was going to be seen by so many made her quail, but it was part of the punishment and a strong inducement never to do it again!

Michael picked up the belt, and she heard it creak as he doubled it up.

THHWWACCCK!!! The belt crossed both her cheeks, and she squealed but held position. God forbid, she breaks it and earns the strap on her thighs! Another lesson learned quickly.

Michael began scolding her in a very stern, disappointed voice. How dare she be so unsafe, so immature, so careless! How could she do that to him and scare him and embarrass him by needing a spanking in public!  

Sara wasn’t sure if it was the biting sting of the leather or the scorching of his words that made her sob more! She whimpered and bleated she was sorry, so very, very ashamed of herself. She’d never, ever, EVER do it again!

It was the worst belt whipping Michael had ever given her, but he told her it was because he wanted her to remember and never do it again! She agreed, and when it was over, she properly thanked him for whipping her.

The belt fell onto the table as Michael pulled out the chair next to her.

“Come here.” He murmured.

She melted into his arms and onto his lap. It didn’t matter; it hurt to sit on his thighs. She needed to be held! Her tears renewed, and she bawled like the naughty girl she’d been. He soothed her, caressed her, told her how good she’d taken it. His soft kisses on her neck and cheek felt so good. Then came the words she craved.

“I forgive you. It’s all over and done. No more will I mention it, but I will remind you to be safe more often, and you’ll know what I mean.” He warned her.

She nodded fiercely. “I know, Sir. It’s okay. Please hold me accountable.”  

“You know what happens if this is done again, right?” He asked.

She took in a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

A second offense after a public punishment and home punishment was a public birching. It rarely happened, and no one could remember it happening in over a year. It was also why most of the spankee spouses quietly called the town, Birched Bottoms.