Learning to Drive... Him Crazy (9 page)

"No," she quickly answered. "I let Kelli
drink too much wine, and then I was driving us home when she was
drunk. I didn't pull close enough to the stop sign and almost
pulled out in front of someone, and I bought things that weren't on
my budget."

"Alana, it's true, all those things
happened, but I want you to understand that the only one of those
things you're actually getting spanked for is not staying on your
budget. The way I understand it, you had no idea when you left
Kelli that she planned to buy a glass or more of the wine, so since
you weren't there when she bought and drank it, you're not
responsible for her getting drunk."

Alana smiled just a bit, knowing he wasn't
blaming her for that. He continued, "Let's talk a bit about you
stopping too far back from the stop sign. We've talked about that
before. As a matter of fact, that's why I haven't let you take the
test again yet. To be honest, there's a good chance you'd pass the
test now. Depending on the route the examiner takes you on, you may
not even come to a stop sign. Even if you do and he counts you down
for that, as long as you don't stop so far back that you can't see
at all, he would count you down, but not enough to fail the
test."

"Really?"

"Yes. I haven't wanted you to take the test
yet, though, because I don't feel you're ready until you've
mastered that one problem you're having. I'm hoping that today
scared you enough that you'll see how vital it is that you stop
close enough to the intersection that you can clearly see oncoming
traffic. Until I feel confident that you can handle yourself safely
at stop signs I won't feel comfortable with you driving alone. But
I realize you're still learning, and I wouldn't spank you for not
doing it quite right while you're in the learning phase. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Once I know you've mastered stop signs and
you have your license, if you do a repeat of what you did today,
I'll probably spank you for it because that would mean you were
being careless. But you're still in the learning stage now."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for
understanding."

"As far as you driving while Kelli, your
licensed driver, was drunk, that's borderline. I believe you when
you say you didn't know it was illegal, so this time I had
certainly planned on talking to you about it, making sure you know
better for in the future, but I hadn't planned on spanking you for
it. If it happens again, I can assure you you'll be over my
knee."

"I understand."

"So the only thing I'm going to be spanking
you for is not following your budget." Alana seemed relieved until
he said, "But this is the second time we've had this type of
discussion about spending money you had put aside for a down
payment. Since the first discussion obviously didn't have much of
an impression on you, you will be receiving this spanking on your
bare bottom."

Alana's eyes opened wide. "What? No, John,
you can't do that."

"Honey, I can and I will do that." He
reached up and started to unfasten her jeans. She reached down and
grabbed his hand, stopping him. He asked, "Do I need to put you
over my lap for a few extra swats to get you to move your hands, or
can we start right in with the spanking you've earned, without the
need for extras before it even starts?"

She moved her hands away, but quietly said,
"But it's not right. I mean, we don't know each other that well
yet."

"Don't worry, honey, I agree with you there.
We don't know each other that well yet. But I know you well enough
to know I care about you and I want the best for you, and I'll do
what I feel I need to do to see that happen." He'd unzipped her
pants and was pulling them down as he was talking. He pulled her
gently down and over his lap as he said, "That's why I plan on
leaving your panties on until you're over my lap." He situated her
over his lap, with her bottom nice and high and directly in line
for his hand, before reaching down to tug her panties down. Alana
whimpered a bit, but didn't try to stop him. He was proud of
her.

John had to take a deep breath when he
looked down at her bare bottom draped over his knees. Alana was a
beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that, and she had what he
considered to be a perfect bottom, as well. It was soft and
flawless, and nicely shaped. He hated how women today tried to be
so skinny. She had the nice curves that made a woman look like a
woman, and that included her lovely bottom. He put his hand on her
bare bottom as he said, "Honey, you're about ready to get your
driver's license. Once you have that the only thing stopping you
from being the event planner you want to be is a car. I know you'll
be a top-notch planner, but don't be your own worst enemy to your
career, honey. Save that money to buy your car. Follow your
budget." With that, he patted her bottom a couple times gently
before bringing his hand down harder as he started the
spanking.

Alana yelped with the first real smack.
Having said what he felt needed to be said, John put her objections
out of his mind and concentrated on the spanking. But as the
spanking continued, so did her vocal complaints. "Oww! Oh! John, it
hurts!"

"I know it hurts, Alana. It's a spanking. I
don't know if you were spanked growing up, but I know you were
spanked at least one other time."

"But I didn't know jeans and panties made
that much difference! This really hurts!"

John had to smile at her discovery. "Which
is precisely why we're doing it this way, since it didn't have much
of an effect on you over your jeans and panties. Maybe you'll learn
the lesson I'm attempting to teach you this time."

"I have, I have! I've learned my lesson this
time, I swear."

He stopped the spanking for a moment to say,
"Then prove you have, Alana. Think about when we sat down not that
long ago and talked about how important it is that you have the
money to buy your vehicle when you get your license. Think about
when we talked about you needing to follow a budget to be sure you
have the money when you're ready for a car. Then think about how we
talked about your budget and agreed on what was a fair, and in fact
a fairly generous budget that allowed you to again start saving for
that vehicle. If you have indeed learned your lesson, that means
you accept that fact that you have earned, and in fact, deserve
this spanking. If that's the case, show me that you accept that
premise by accepting these last ten swats. Stop squirming and
trying to wriggle off my lap."

He gave her a couple moments to digest what
he'd just said, then delivered the first smack. He was a little
surprised when she didn't cry out or try to move. He'd delivered
four solid smacks before she even gasped. After the seventh swat
she was struggling to stay still, and although she was now sobbing,
she made it through all ten. John kept his hand on her bottom, and
used his other hand to rub her back while she sobbed.

When she had caught her breath, he lifted
her and helped her settle on his lap, and used his arms to cocoon
her tightly against his chest. "It's over, Sweetheart, and you're
forgiven. We're good again, honey, and I'm proud of you. You
accepted that spanking well."

Her tears continued to flow as she snuggled
into his chest. They were both happy to stay right where they were
for the next twenty minutes. They talked some, but mostly just held
each other close.

* * * * *

Cal was sitting on Kelli's couch, with Kelli
draped over his left knee. Her upper body was resting on the couch,
her bare bottom was strategically perched high, and his right leg
was over her legs, keeping them still. "Kelli, I want to talk a
minute about you and wine. I need to know how much of a problem
this is, how often it happens, so I can help you control it."

"It's really not that much of a problem. I
think it's only happened maybe four or five times. I usually don't
care all that much for wine. I mean, it's okay, but not something I
crave. Every now and then, though, I find one I really like."

"And you drink too much of it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Well, I think I drink too much in too short
a time. It doesn't seem like it's affecting me, until all at once.
By then it's too late, I've already had too much."

"So we need to get you in the habit of
drinking wine slowly. How long has this been a problem for you,
Kelli?"

"For a few years," she said a bit
impatiently. "Cal, can you just do this already?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, this is embarrassing, laying here
like this."

"You weren't embarrassed when you made a
drunken fool of yourself in public this afternoon, but now you're
embarrassed, in front of me and no one else?"

She stopped struggling and was quiet. He
heard her sniffling and saw a few tears stream down her face. "I'm
sorry, Cal. You're right. I'm just nervous and I want this to be
over with."

"Then it probably won't do much good and
we'll be here again shortly."

"What? Why?"

"Kelli, I'm trying to teach you something
here. If you have an attitude and you're more interested in how you
look, when I'm the only one who will see you, than listening to
what I have to say, you're right, you just want this to be over.
Anyone can suffer through a spanking. It may not be fun, but you
can do it if all you do is lay there. But that's not my purpose in
giving you a spanking. It's to make sure you realize what you did
wrong and why it was wrong, along with how to keep from doing it
again. In order for that to happen you need to listen to what I'm
saying."

"I heard what you asked. I answered."

"We haven't gotten into the punishment yet,
Kelli. It doesn't appear to me as though you're in a mindset to
actually listen and absorb what I'm going to say."

"I screwed up. What's so hard to understand
about that?"

Cal took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Okay, Miss Attitude, why don't you tell me why you're getting this
spanking then, so we can get it 'over with'."

"Because I drank too much wine and got
drunk," she spit out through gritted teeth. "Why do you have to ask
me that? I hate that."

"Oh, well, excuse me. I'll try to be make
your next spanking more appealing to you. Is there some other
position that would be more pleasing, more pleasant for you?"

Kelli slumped her shoulders and appeared to
wilt over his knee. "I'm sorry again. I'm just really nervous.
Scared."

"You're scared. Of me?"

"No, of the spanking. It's going to
hurt."

"But Kelli," he said in a much gentler
voice, "that pain won't do you any good if you don't know and
understand what it's supposed to be encouraging you not to do
again."

"I understand. But I know what you're trying
to teach me. I drank too much wine and got drunk. You're trying to
teach me not to get drunk."

"I would indeed be very happy if you never
got drunk again, Sweetie, but that's not what this spanking is
for."

She turned around to look at him over her
shoulder. "It's not?"

"Not really, no."

"Then what?"

"Are you ready to listen to what I'm saying
now?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good. Sweetheart, what bothers me most
about the fiasco this afternoon is the fact you drove Alana there,
and then you drank enough to get drunk. Were you planning on
driving home?"

"No, of course not."

"So you planned on having Alana drive you
two home?"

She slumped over the couch again, thinking.
Eventually she said, "I didn't really plan anything. I didn't plan
on drinking any wine this afternoon, let alone enough to get
drunk."

"But you did, and you got drunk, knowing it
was your responsibility to drive you two home."

"But I knew Alana could drive," she said,
and immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say.

"Kelli, driving Alana, or any friend,
somewhere is a responsibility. Being her licensed driver is an even
bigger responsibility. You're the one there that's supposed to be
watching how she does, help her correct anything she's doing wrong,
and keep her from making any big mistakes. How can you do that if
you're drunk?"

She dropped her head. "I'm sorry."

"Alana's your friend. You both could have
gotten hurt badly today if she had pulled out in front of that car.
It was your duty as her licensed driver to stop her and make her
move up closer to the intersection so she could see. But you didn't
do that because you were drunk. That's what you're about to get
spanked for, Kelli, for shirking your duties and not taking them
seriously."

With that, he started the spanking. He
thought he'd gotten Kelli thinking, but when she didn't immediately
start fighting, trying to get off his lap, he was sure she was
thinking about his words. For that reason he didn't say anything
for a couple minutes. If she was accepting this spanking, then she
was already thinking, which was what he wanted.

After the first dozen or so swats, she
started owing and ouching, flinching even, but was still staying on
his lap with little force needed to hold her still. Cal was
impressed. He picked up the speed and force of the swats a little,
and she was soon making her discomfort known. Cal knew that now
that she was concentrating more on her sore butt than the words
he'd said, it was time to start talking to her, to get her mind
back on why she was experiencing the pain in her butt.

With that in mind, he said, "Kelli, when you
have responsibilities you need to take them seriously."

"I do," Kelli insisted. "Other than today,
when I didn't realize I drank that much."

"Do you really?"

"Of course," she insisted.

"You told me that you and Alana talked about
the first time you both got spanked."