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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

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

kitchen, preparing her specialty beef roast, I succumbed to the addiction, snuck out and allowed myself a dizzying smoke in the garden. The reality of what was going to happen now didn’t hit home until I had stubbed out the cigarette in an old, cracked flower-pot saucer. My fingers began to tremble. My knees wobbled when I made my way into the kitchen and stood nervously just inside the doorway. “Becca?” She looked over at me from her position in front of the stove, and one look at my guilty face was enough to discern why I was here. She sighed, moved the pot she was working with away and switched off the burner, then wiped her hands with a towel and went over to me. “I guess it’s time for your first spanking.” I nodded weakly. “Can you… can you go easy?” She laid her arm around my shoulders and steered me into the living room. “That wouldn’t work, we both know that, Miranda.” She pulled out one of the high-backed chairs from the dinner table and sat down in front of me. “Take off your shorts.” I froze. My heartbeat started to race. “Oh god,” I murmured. “Fuck. I’m not wearing panties. Can I just go and…” I turned to sprint to my room, but her hand caught mine. “No.” “No?” My cheeks flushed. “No. This needs to be embarrassing, you know that. Now drop these shorts and stand here like the naughty girl you are. Or… no, even better. Just stand here and don’t move!” Something in the way she talked to me, treated me like a naughty teenager, made me freeze again and do just that. ... And then I felt her fingers on the waistband of my shorts, and ever so slowly, she pushed them down my hips. My heart wanted to explode from my chest when they slipped over my bum cheeks and my pussy was exposed just inches from her eyes. Heat spread over my skin, and I felt light-headed. She let them slide to the floor and sat back. “Tell my why you need to be spanked.” “Because,” I answered after a moment of hesitation, “I’ve smoked.” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “No, that won’t do. You need to tell me in detail, and in full sentences, why you’ve earned a spanking.” This was utterly humiliating. We were both grown-ups, but she treated me like a naughty girl. But the stare she sent me told me that there was no way around it. My voice trembled. “I need to be spanked because I couldn’t keep from smoking.” The sentence came out in a rush, but her eyebrow prompted for more. And I suddenly knew what to tell her, and the blush on my cheeks deepened. “I’m a naughty girl, without self-control, and I need to be spanked so I remember not to smoke, or I’ll lose my job.” It felt crazy. But there was a small buzz of warmth deep inside me when I said these words, something I couldn’t put my finger on. It appeared to please Becca though, because she unfolded her arms and crooked a finger at me. “Very well. Lie across my lap.” My legs shook, but I draped my body across her thighs and put my hands on the floor. God, what an image I had to give like this, with my bum up in the ...