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Tania's Thrashing
(Richard Stryker)

    Dawson pulled one of the straight-backed dining chairs out from under the table in the corner of the room and set it in position in the middle of the room, sideways on to the sofa where Cari was sitting. Then he sat on the chair, looking straight at the entrance to the room.

    The couple chatted idly for a couple more minutes before the door opened. Tania was now dressed in a black, silky baby-doll nightdress, black, lacy knickers and self-supporting stockings. She also had black, high-heeled shoes on.

    "What do you think, Mr Dawson?" Her voice had become velvety and Dawson could smell the not-so-cheap perfume.

    "Very good. Now, I am going to show you a little about the pain aspect so you can decide for yourself in the main session whether you want to be submissive or stubborn."

    "Fine." 

    "Come over here and lie over my lap facing the fireplace." The fireplace was directly opposite Cari. Cari, for her part, smiled innocently at Tania as she took up position.

    In a minute, Tania was sprawled right over Dawson's lap. He pulled her forward until her buttock cheeks were directly over his lap and his rapidly stiffening cock. Tania straightened her legs behind her, trying to keep her toes just on the floor. 

    "Now," said Dawson, "I am going to spank your bottom. Did you ever get spanked as a kid?"

    "My Dad did slipper me once when he found out what was going on behind the bike sheds."

    "Well, this will be just as painful." While he spoke, Dawson raised the thin material of the nightdress, exposing the woman's buttocks. The knickers were no more than a G-string and offered the woman no protection. Her buttocks were firm, her flesh pale. Dawson rested his hand on her skin for a moment before raising it into the air, only to bring it back down across the middle of Tania's upturned cheeks.

    "Yeeeooww," she cried out as the slap resounded around the room.

    "Oh, come on, that was a mere tap," Dawson chided her as the hand slapped her again. He landed six swats in rapid succession and then paused. Her pale flesh was already turning a healthier colour of pink and Dawson was surprised at just how quickly it was turning colour. Each slap that landed brought a fresh cry from the young woman.

    "You don't have a very high pain threshold do you?" Dawson remarked during the pause.

    "N..n..no," Tania stammered. 

    "Cari, can you go to my bag. In it you will find an old gym slipper. Bring it to me, please." Dawson waited while the slipper was fetched. "Right, Tania, I am going to give you 12 strokes of the slipper now, just to show you what it will be like for you if you fail any stage of the learning process here this evening."

    "N...n...no, please not the slipper. I get the message, honest I do." Dawson couldn't see her face but he guessed she was already crying from the half-dozen hand slaps.

    Bright pink cheeks turned to plum red as Dawson wielded the slipper. Each stinging blow landed roughly over the middle of Tania's cheeks. Each fresh blow sent new waves of pain surging through her lower body as the heat in her buttocks increased and the colour darkened. Each fresh stroke brought more screams from the young woman. Dawson wondered if any neighbours might hear it but then remembered the upstairs flat was vacant. 

    After six strokes with the slipper, Dawson paused to look at his handiwork. He touched the bruised buttocks gently, marvelling at the speed with which they had gone dark red, marvelling at the bruising which had already formed. Tania was, by now, sobbing heartily. With her face turned to the fireplace, Cari could not see the tears but she could see the rapidly ripening cheeks perched on top of Dawson's lap.

    Dawson caressed the bruised flesh for a moment with his free hand and then brought the slipper down for the seventh time. As the stroke landed, Tania reached her right hand round as if to protect her painful flesh. Dawson was having none of it and grabbed her wrist with his free hand. With some degree of force he pulled her arm up behind her back, keeping it out of the way of the action scene and forcing her chest down over his lap.