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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

really trying. But after a few hours…” Suddenly, the reality of my situation crashed down over me. “Oh god!” Unstoppable tears shot into my eyes. “I’m going to… to lose my job!” I wailed and buried my face in my hands. “Hey, honey,” Becca’s voice suddenly soothed from right next to me, and her hand rubbed gently up and down my back. “I told you I’d help you.” “But… but how?” I sniffled. She smiled at me, brushing my tears away with a thumb, then gazed into the distance. “I wonder… hm… I’m not sure…” “What?” I asked, my voice pleading. “If you have an idea, please tell me!” “Well,” she replied hesitantly, “I’m no psychologist, but…” Her voice trailed off again. “Please, Becca!” She sighed. “You know, I just thought that smoking is quite an intense habit. Perhaps something equally intense would help, seeing that you’ve only got two weeks.” “I’ll try it!” I quickly agreed. “Whatever it is, I’ll try it!” “You sure?” She looked doubtful. “You don’t even know what it is.” “I don’t mind.” Then, calming down a bit from the quick switch between desperation and exhilaration, I inquired, “What exactly do you have in mind?” She bit her lip, looking deep into my eyes, searching. The word she said made me shrink back and stare at her. “Spanking.” “What?” “See.” She shrugged, standing up. “I knew it was crazy.” “No, wait!” I gripped her arm. “Please,” I begged, my voice sounding thin and vulnerable, “explain it to me.” She sat on the edge of the desk, took my hands in hers and looked deep ... into my eyes. “I thought that smoking works heavily on the reward system in the brain. To keep you from smoking, perhaps you need something that’s even more intense. Something…” She weighed her words. “Something painful and embarrassing. Something you’ll think twice about.” I could see the logic and nodded softly. “Something like a bare-bottom spanking.” “Bare-bottom!” My head shot up. “Remember. Embarrassing.” “Oh god!” My cheeks flushed. “Do you really think that’s necessary?” She nodded. “I do. I can’t thrash your bottom until you’re unable to sit or walk, so we need something else to make it uncomfortable for you.” “But…” My voice grew weak. “Isn’t that inappropriate?” At that, she giggled. “Perhaps. But it’s still loads better than losing your job, don’t you think?” I caved. “I guess so, yes.” “Promise me that you’ll tell me instantly when you’ve smoked one.” I swallowed. But I knew that I would be lost without her help. “I promise!” She smiled brightly at me. “Good. I’m sure we’ll get that sorted, and you can keep your job. Just come to me if you couldn’t resist temptation, and I’ll give your backside a little reminder.” “Thank you!” I gushed. “Oh god, I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Becca! Thank you so much!” “You’re welcome, honey.” She squeezed my hands and stood up, and I could finish dinner in a much happier mood. * * * * I made it until shortly before Lunch on Sunday, keeping myself on needles and pins all morning, but while Becca was bustling away in the ...