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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

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

table, unfolded her legs and held out her arms. I jumped into her embrace, and her arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’ll lose my job!” I sobbed. “It’s only one week!” “Shush.” Her hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. “We’ll get you smoke-free. Perhaps we’ll have to change the way a bit, but I’ll think of something. You’ll not lose your job.” “Thank you!” I sniffed into her shoulder. “Do you… do you really think I can make it?” “You will.” “I’m so glad you’re here, Becca. I couldn’t do this on my own.” “Oh Miranda,” she whispered into my ear, stroking my hair. “I told you I’d help any way I can. Now get showered and let’s make dinner together.” * * * * We made pasta with salmon and cream sauce and had a glass of light white wine with it, and we talked about anything but smoking and work. We had a good time. Becca told a few funny tales from her trip to the Caribbean a few months ago which involved far too many drinks, and we giggled and laughed. We cleared away the dishes, and suddenly her laughter stopped. I turned around to find her leaning against the table and studying me thoughtfully. “What are you thinking?” I inquired. “Hm? Oh, nothing.” But the faraway look wouldn’t leave her eyes completely, until she stood upright and clapped her hands. “Time for your punishment.” I took a step back. “But I haven’t. Smoked, I mean. You were here all the time!” “And what about lunch break?” “But that was at work!” She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “And that doesn’t count ... why?” I searched for a rationale. She kept looking at me. My shoulders slumped. “Oh come on, you’re not being slaughtered. It’s just a little warming of your backside.” “It hurts though,” I complained but followed her into the living room nonetheless. “It needs to.” She pulled out the chair, just like the day before. “You know the drill.” I swallowed. “All of it?” “All of it.” My cheeks grew warm, and my clothes landed in a small pile next to the couch. Standing naked before her felt just as embarrassing as it had yesterday. Then I realized that, different from last evening, she only wore shorts. “Stop dawdling!” she commanded, and so I draped myself hesitantly over her naked thighs. Her skin was warm, and the moment my chest touched it, that strange buzz was there too. I closed my eyes, but they sprang open when she ran a hand down over my bum cheek but didn’t stop, stroking the top of my thigh and then even trailing inwards. If she kept on, she’d touch my… I gasped, “What are you doing?” Her fingertips were touching my pussy lips! “Does this feel embarrassing?” she asked softly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Fucking yes! It does!” I protested. “Good. If we have less time, we’ll need to make it more intense.” “But… but like this?” My skin burned. Her nails softly trailed over my pubes, and it felt incredibly embarrassing… and nice. I closed my eyes. This couldn’t feel nice! But then her hand left, if only for a short moment, then it was back with a loud ...