BDSM Punishment Story – Never Too Late

Never Too Late
by Guess

I knew I’d made a terrible mistake within the first three days. Here I was in this “glamorous” little waitress costume with a skirt that showed my underwear when I walked and a top that almost put my womanly assets on the tray I was carrying. My feet ached until I thought they’d fall off their little high heels. My back ached from carrying the heavy trays. The customers-er, guests-were not interested in the drinks I was supposedly selling. They were interested in the sex I wasn’t selling, and worse, no one else seemed to think there was anything wrong with the way the drunks were pawing me and the other girls. Even the other girls seemed to accept it as one of the realities of the job.

When it got particularly bad, I saw my friend Francesca signal the bartender and watched him slip some drops into the guy’s next drink, after which the jerk suddenly had to leave the tables. He didn’t come back. I wondered what it was he put in the drink. I couldn’t wait to ask her. We told each other almost everything. Actually, Francesca and I had gotten into this mess together. I don’t think either of us would have done it alone, but together we were brave enough to do a lot of really stupid things. This, however was the stupidest by far.

“I am going to die. I don’t think I can stand one more day of this. Not one more hour.” moaned Francesca at break time. “Oh, it was just Murine. One of the older girls told me that will get them out of the casino and into the john when they’re really obnoxious, but don’t get caught. The management would rather have them gambling and fondling us than spending their time in the men’s room.”

“What in the name of intelligence did we think we were doing? Running away to Nevada to join the casino?”

“We thought,” I answered bitterly, “or rather we didn’t think. We fantasized that this was going to be this fun career and that we’d be able to do what we felt like and not have those men we happened to be married to telling us what to do all the time. I was so sick of it!” We thought that here we could do whatever we wanted to do, without answering to anyone.”

“Yeah, well, they aren’t doing it any more are they? I wish to God I could make this week into a bad dream that I just woke up from.” She sounded so bitter. I didn’t know what to say. Just thinking about Greg made me weak with longing, but I knew I’d burnt my bridges and there was no going back. Not after I’d walked out like that, leaving the kids with my mom and a nasty note on the kitchen table. I wasn’t even sure Francesca had left a note. I could just imagine Greg coping with the kids all by himself. I had to stifle a little grin-but the pain of missing my babies turned it sick. What on earth could we have been thinking?

It only got worse. Francesca and I went out into the parking lot to have a cigarette-smoking was one of the things I didn’t like Greg telling me not to do-and the drunk from the casino was waiting for us behind one of the light standards. He was between us and the Casino–and he wasn’t alone.

“Well, I just knew you’d be coming out to look for me,” he said with a leer. “I knew you wanted the same thing I did.”

My blood froze in my veins. This couldn’t really be happening. This absolutely had to be a bad dream. He had his arm around Francesca and started pulling her toward his van. I opened my mouth to scream but a huge, filthy hand clamped over it. I was lifted off my feet and, kicking and screaming, half-dragged and half-carried towards the same van. All I could think of to do was think about Greg, and wish I could tell him how sorry I was. Maybe some day he’d hear me.

Just before The Jerk could drag me into the van there was a hideous screech of tires and metal and a sickening thud another car smashed into the van. The drunk loosened his grip on me and started screaming about his customized van and calling the cops and lawsuits and drunk drivers going to jail. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold and started to push me into the van.

“Let her go.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing-Greg?

“Like hell I will! This doesn’t have anything to do with you! Just give me your insurance card and get out of here!”

“Let go of my wife!” It was Greg’s voice, all right, though I’d never heard it sound that menacing.

“Y-y-y-your wife?”

“You heard me.”

I went dizzy with joy. It was Greg. No matter how mad he was, at least I wasn’t going to die tonight. I heard shots ring out. It wasn’t Greg doing the shooting. Brian grabbed Francesca and shoved her behind him. He shot at the tires on the van twice more.

“Get in the car, Kelsie.” Greg said calmly. I’ve never been so happy to be told what to do.

At first I didn’t know it was her. It just looked like a typical come-on from a drunk to a woman who probably knew what she was getting into, and wanted to get into it. I kept an eye on the situation, just to make sure there wasn’t any force involved. I guess it’s the cop in me. I can’t stand to let a situation develop without me knowing what’s going on and making it right if I can.

Then I saw the hair. Nobody has hair that long and that red and that curly. Nobody but my Kelsie. I could hardly breathe. If she was taking up with guys like that…well maybe she wasn’t ever the Kelsie I thought I’d married. When she screamed I realized that this wasn’t a situation she had been a willing part of. Relief and adrenaline shot through me at the same time. My partner, Brian, started shooting out their tires.. Kelsie and Francesca ran for the truck and got in, doing what they were told-for once.

The drunks were hollering about the damage to their van and threatening to have us arrested. I flashed my badge.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

“I didn’t do nothing…ask her…I didn’t do nothing..” he started backing away. “I didn’t know….”

“Damn straight you didn’t know, asshole. If you had, you’d have attacked some other poor woman… not my wife!” But because I’d prevented the crime, I didn’t have a charge, and I knew it. He was too drunk to think.

“Get out of here. If you ever get caught doing something like this again-“

“I won’t, Officer, I promise Officer…”

“Yeah right. If you do, I’ll strangle you with your own balls. And don’t think I won’t know. Cops have ways of knowing these things.” He was stupid enough to believe or half-believe in the omnipotence of the police. “Now get out of here. He got.

Brian started the car and I got back in. We had what we’d come for. We had our girls back. Now, what were we going to do with them?

Brian pulled out of the parking lot and on to the highway. Neither of us dared ask where they were taking us. The miles slid by. Nobody said a word. I didn’t care where they were taking us.

The silence was both scary and comforting. It didn’t matter what happened now. I couldn’t be any worse than what had almost happened. I was sure that he’d let me see the kids. I could get a job in an insurance agency or something-not as an “entertainer” which is what I had thought was an actress or something. No, thanks. I didn’t know if I’d be able to make enough to have the kids with me, or even if I could get custody, after what I’d done. I could hope that they were too little to remember that their mother had abandoned them.

I didn’t know what she was thinking. She looked so small and lost huddled against the door of the car. Every time I thought of that bastard with his hand over her mouth my blood ran to ice and then fire in turns.

We pulled up in front of the house. Brian let Greg and I out at our house, and he and Francesca drove on to theirs a couple houses down the street. We walked up that dear familiar walkway that I’d been so happy to leave behind a few days ago. I thought I’d never walk inside this house again. Well, I wouldn’t be walking inside it for long. I wondered if Greg would let me stay until I could find a place. I thought I could probably stay with my sister if he didn’t want me around. She’d understand. She hadn’t always been an angel herself.

She went into the house willingly enough. Keeping her there was going to be the problem. I didn’t know why she left. What if I couldn’t fix it? What if she wouldn’t stay?

The house was clean. The kids weren’t there. Oh, God, where were they? What were they thinking? What were they feeling?

“ I took the kids over to your mom’s.” Greg said, reading my mind. “ I wanted some time for us to talk before they come home.”

Yeah, right. Time to get me out of here, so they won’t see him evict their mother, or want to go with me. It was my own fault. But it hurt like no hurt I’d ever known.

He answered the unasked question.

I told them that you and Aunt Francesca just needed a little time off and you went on a little vacation. I told them you’d be back soon.

Thank God.

Greg even had the table set and food in the crock-pot. He always was great at being prepared. An Eagle Scout. He didn’t want to be interrupted in the middle of telling me about the divorce. I thought I could see the papers sticking up out of his pocket. But didn’t they have process servers or people like that give them to you?

What was I going to say to her? How do you tell your wife you don’t care what she did, or why she did it, you just want to forget about it? But it wasn’t really true. I knew neither of us could just forget about it. It had happened and it was going to have to be dealt with and lived with.

We ate almost in silence.

“Can I take a shower?” Kelsie asked when we were done eating.
“Sure.”
Why was she asking permission? Didn’t she think this was her home any more? Didn’t she want it to be?

She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and rubbed it dry. I had the fire lit in the fireplace and her skin glowed and her red curls tumbled around her face in wild disarray.

Sit down, Honey. We have to talk.

Yeah, I knew. I couldn’t put it off any longer.

“What do you want me to do? I could stay with my sister for a while…”

No! My every nerve wanted to scream. No! Stay here with me! Stay here with our children!” But I couldn’t. I knew it was her choice and I’d have to live with it.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

“No, it’s not what I want. But I know you don’t want to leave and you shouldn’t have to. It was your house before we ever got married. I don’t have any right to it.”

“So you’re saying that one of us has to leave? That there’s no hope that we can stay together?”

For one wild moment joy and hope surged through me like a river. But reality caught up almost instantly.

“Honey, you know it would never work. You’d never be able to forget what I did, and I don’t actually think I could ever forget it either. I’m the one who did it. Why should you have to suffer. But are you going to let me see the kids?” I thought I wouldn’t be able to take another breath until he said ‘Yes.”

He didn’t answer right away. He sat looking at me for a long, long time.

She looked so hopelessly woebegone. Her delicate little face was screwed up like an elf’s. I had been so scared. Something awful could have happened. Something awful almost did happen. There must be some way to fix this. No one should have to pay forever for one mistake-even if it was a humdinger of a mistake! But how could I convince her that this could be over, that we could have our lives back?

I felt my way carefully.

“Kelsie, you never really did anything wrong when you were a kid, did you? You were always “the good sister.”

“Yeah, I know. And now look at us. Cassidy’s the president of the PTA and runs her own business. I’ m a terrible mother who abandons her husband and children to play floozie in a 2ond rate casino in the middle of the desert.” I knew it sounded bitter. I knew it was bitter.

“So, Cassidy was pretty rebellious as a teenager, right? And you were sort of the adult then, because your dad was gone a lot and you had to keep things going at home, correct?”

Well, yeah. So? She sure isn’t the “bad” sister now, is she?”

“Ok, Kelsie. So what I’m saying here is that everybody has to do some rebelling some time in their lives and she was just lucky she got it out of her system when she was a kid. What happened? Did she go to jail or did your dad throw her out of the house or what?”

“No, of course not. She was just a kid. He gave her a serious spanking and then we forgot all about it.”

“Right. And do you think that was the right thing to do, or should she have paid for it for the rest of her life?”

“Well, of course not. But it’s not that simple when it’s adult mistakes.”

“I’m thinking it could be. Actually, I’m thinking it should be. Why should you have to pay for the rest of your life when she only had to pay for five minutes? Just because she was a kid and you’re an adult?”

“Well, yeah. Adults pay a higher price.”

“But where is it written that they should have to?”

“Kids don’t really know what they’re doing. They don’t know what they’re getting into.”

“And you did?”

“Well, no.” He certainly had me there. If I’d known what it was going to be like I would have done it under threat of torture.

“So, why should your whole life, not to mention my life and the kids’ lives, be damaged, if not ruined, forever?”

I started to feel a little stirring of hope. Maybe…

“Well…maybe…”

He covered both of my hands with one of his. I felt so loved and warm. And safe.

“But, Greg, we can’t just forget about it!”

No, we can’t. Who said anything about just forgetting about it?”

“Well, then, what…?”

“I think that you should pay the same penalty Cassidy did when she ran away. I think you should get a good spanking, and then we should all put it behind us.”

I couldn’t believe I had heard right. He thought we could just treat it like a childish misbehavior and have it over with in a few minutes? And he wouldn’t hate me forever? And I could have my life back? Could it really be that simple? I was afraid to ask those questions. I looked at him dumbly.

“So what do you think? Would you rather have a spanking or a divorce?”

He really did mean it. He really did! He was saying I could have my husband and my babies back! I could have my life back! I stared at him dumbfounded. The impossible seemed to have become possible.

“But…oh, I don’t think it would work, Greg. I’d still know what I’d done. I’d still feel guilty about it. I don’t know if I could…”

“Get over it? Put it behind you? Cassidy did, didn’t she?”

“Well, yes. After my dad got done with her, it was over for all of us. Do you really think…if you really think you could…I would give anything… do anything…to make this never have happened…to just erase it….”

He grinned. “Actually, it’s more a matter of taking something than giving something. Taking a spanking , that is. Come here.”

Now this was scary, I felt the fear tingle down my stomach and the tops of my things and then down my bottom and the backs of my thighs. I couldn’t remember ever having been spanked. Like Greg said, I was the good sister. This was a very scary feeling. Those big hands that had felt so loving and comforting on my hands a minute ago now just looked-big. And strong. I began to realize that this was not going to be fun. But still-how bad could five minutes be, compared to the rest of my life?

Maybe pretty bad, I thought, but it was still a lot better than I deserved.

“Come here.” He said again.

I walked slowly across the room to him.

“Now pull your pants down.”

I thought about arguing. It didn’t seem smart.

I slowly pulled my panties down over my bottom.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and gently bent me over his knee. I felt his hand on my bottom, just casually brushing over it. More tingling.

I didn’t know if I could do it. She was so beautiful and I loved her so much. Her tiny little bottom looked so tender and delicate. But I knew that if I didn’t do it, she wouldn’t be able to stay and I wouldn’t be able to let her, and I’d never have another chance to make things really right ever again. I raised my hand high over my head.

Kersplat!! The shock of the first spank took my breath away. It was a burning kind of pain, but not too bad. Not just one. I was soon to find out that it wasn’t each individual spank that hurt. It was the cumulative effect of one whack followed closely by another and another and another. The heat just builds up. He waited a minute for the force of that first one to sink in. Then he started to get into it.

I made myself remember how I’d felt when I’d come home to an empty house and didn’t know where my wife and kids were.

You will never smack ever smack smack smack do anything like this ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I gulped. Ok, I was getting through this. I could handle this. How bad could five minutes be?

Worse.

I am going to make sure that you never whap, ever, whap whap, smack, splatt even think of doing anything like this again!

“I won’t! I won’t! I promise!” I wasn’t going to. Never. I promised. He didn’t hear me. “Smack, smack, whap!” At least he wasn’t talking any more. O-w-w-w-w-w-w-0-0-0-0-0! Stop! It hurts!” He did stop, and tilted me to my feet so he could look me straight in the eye. I was glad it was over.

“Yeah, I know it hurts. It’s supposed to. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t be a punishment, now, would it?”

It wasn’t over. He bent me back across his knee. No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-! His hand crashed down on my prematurly relieved bottom. Ow-w-w-w-w-w-w-! St0-0-0-0-0-p!” It seemed to smart more than the first time.

“Not a chance. I’m just getting started! This is going to be a spanking you will never forget if you live a hundred years!”

Smack! “Ow-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w!” Smack! Splatt, smack, smack smack, smack!”

“It already is! I promise! Stop! Please, Greg, stop!”!

He tilted me up and looked into my eyes again.

“You seem to have a misconception about the purpose and function of a spanking.” He said gravely. The burning in my butt started to subside a little. “A spanking is supposed to hurt. The person receiving the spanking-that’s you-is not supposed to like it. She is supposed to want it to be over long before it actually is over. The person giving the spanking-that’s me-is in charge. He decides everything about it. He decides how hard it’s going to be, whether he’s going to use his hand or something else, like a paddle or a belt, (I shivered), how many spanks there will be, and how long it will be between spanks. He decides when it will start, how long it will take, and when it will be over. Is this becoming more clear to you now?”

I was beginning to suspect that it wasn’t over yet. I was right. He bent me back over his knee. There was a lump in my throat. I couldn’t say I didn’t deserve it. But I sure wished I didn’t! Talk about burning in hell! My butt was already there, even if the rest of me wasn’t!

“Ow-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-!” It hurt so damn bad I couldn’t hold the tears back any more. They started dripping to the floor. Smack, whap! Smack, spank, splatt, shriek! Smck! Spank, spank spank spank spank!

Her bottom was a bright rosy red now, and I could tell she was going to remember this spanking for a while-if only when she sat down! I wasn’t sure it was bad enough so she’d stop feeling guilty. But I also didn’t want to cross the line from a spanking into a beating or any kind of abuse. Just as I was thinking about where to draw the line, the phone rang. I eased her to her feet and pulled her on to my lap as I answered the phone. It was enough. I pulled her to me, and she leaned into me and melted against my chest. It was over. I had my Kelsie back.

Hello? I said into the phone. Who would be calling us at 11:00 at night? I hoped it wasn’t an emergency.

It was Brian.

“Yeah,” I told him. “We’re working it out. No, we’re not going the divorce route. …Yeah…it’s kind of complicated. I’ll talk to you some more about it tomorrow, OK? You going to be alright until then? OK, see ya!”

He hung up the phone, and I thought about Francesca. I hoped she was going to be able to get out of this with her life intact, too. I would feel terrible if I got to keep everything and she lost it all. Greg and I fell into bed still stuck together. It was definitely an evening I could never forget!