Kelly drove down the twisted country road, her heart pounding with a confusing mix of nerves and excitement. She was heading 30 miles to see Hunter again — and she knew she was about to be severely punished. Deep down, she knew she deserved every hard stroke he was going to give her, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in her stomach. Still, she couldn’t wait to see him. She must be crazy, she thought, craving the man who was going to blister her bare bottom.
She pulled into the hotel parking lot, her anxiety growing by the second. For a moment she considered turning around and driving away, but she couldn’t do that. Not after Hunter had driven four hours just to see her. She checked her phone and saw his text. Kelly quickly replied, “I just got here.” He sent back the room number.
She hurried inside and straight to the elevator, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. She felt like everyone could tell why she was there — or they would know the second his belt started cracking across her naked ass.
When she reached his door, she knocked softly. Hunter opened it a moment later. Kelly stepped inside, and they sat down to talk for a while about work and everyday things. Her heart raced when the conversation finally turned to why she was really there.
Hunter stood up and calmly pulled a straight-backed chair into the middle of the room. “Come over here,” he said in that deep, steady voice.
Kelly’s legs felt weak as she slowly walked over and stood in front of him. Without another word, Hunter unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down her thighs. Before she could even react, he guided her across his lap. She found herself staring down at the carpet, her hands braced on the floor. This OTK position felt far more embarrassing than when he spanked her on the bed. Her upper body hung freely, and she felt tiny and helpless draped over his massive thighs.
Hunter wasted no time. He hooked his fingers into her panties and peeled them down to her knees, fully exposing her bare bottom. Kelly had barely caught her breath when his huge, heavy hand cracked down hard on her right cheek. The sound echoed through the room. A few more firm swats and the tears were already spilling down her face onto the carpet below.
She wasn’t crying from the pain alone — Hunter had a way of scolding her that cut straight to her soul and made her feel so small and guilty. No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, the tears always came when she was over his knee.
When he finally told her to stand up, Kelly let her hair fall over her face to hide her tear-streaked cheeks. Hunter knew she was crying, but he wasn’t finished yet.
He led her to the bed, positioned her over his lap again, and picked up the heavy wooden bath brush. Kelly squirmed and whimpered as the brush rained down on her already sore, naked bottom. Hunter continued scolding her firmly about the rules she had broken, each stinging smack driving the lesson deeper.
Finally, he stopped and told her to get up. He placed a thick pillow in the center of the bed and ordered her to lie over it. Kelly climbed onto the bed, and Hunter adjusted her position so her bottom was raised perfectly for him.
“You have 150 coming with the razor strap,” he told her calmly. “Twenty with the strap, then twenty with each of six other implements, and ten with the last one.”
All Kelly could do was nod, her heart hammering.
Hunter started slow with each new implement, letting her feel the different stings, but soon the swats grew harder and faster. Kelly tried desperately to stay still, but she couldn’t help squirming and kicking. Hunter had to pause several times to warn her and pull her back into position. She cried harder now, yelping and sobbing with every forceful stroke. Her bottom burned like fire, and some of the implements left deep, stinging marks she couldn’t even identify.
When she finally rolled off the pillow in exhaustion, refusing to get back into position, Hunter placed a firm but gentle hand on her back. “I know it hurts, baby, but we aren’t done yet. Only twenty more. Get back in position for me.”
He helped her back over the pillow and delivered the final twenty strokes even harder than before. Kelly’s bottom was blazing red and starting to bruise, especially where the tire tread slapper had left its unmistakable marks.
Hunter leaned down and gently rubbed her scorched cheeks for a moment. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of his thick leather belt sliding out of the loops.
“Do you still think it was funny to hide my belt last time?” he asked.
In spite of everything, Kelly couldn’t help it — she started laughing. “Oh come on, it was hysterical!” she giggled, though she wisely kept the alien excuse to herself.
Hunter shook his head, amused but stern. He knew she was still new to this dynamic and had been bragging online with the other brats. That kind of behavior needed correcting.
He brought the belt up high and swung it down hard. Each loud crack of leather against her bare, tender bottom quickly wiped the smile from her face. By the time he had eight strokes left, Kelly was squirming wildly again. After a sharp warning about extra strokes, she still couldn’t stay in place and earned ten more hard ones.
When the spanking finally ended, Hunter made her stay draped over the pillow for a little while longer. Kelly eventually crawled closer to him, snuggling her head against his chest while still softly crying and whimpering every time his fingers brushed her sore, swollen bottom.
Hunter held her close, stroking her hair and face tenderly. He rubbed cool lotion into her burning cheeks with his strong hands, the same hands that had just punished her so thoroughly. Kelly felt completely safe in his arms. All the stress of her daily life melted away behind that hotel room door.
She tried to move when he got up to put the lotion away, but he gently touched her and promised he wouldn’t leave her alone. When he returned, she quickly curled back into his chest.
Eventually he allowed her to get dressed. Emotions flooded through her — part of her felt bratty, part of her just wanted to be held. Hunter indulged her a little, letting her act cute and try to steal his things. When she needed comfort again, he pulled her back into his lap and held her tight.
Kelly had a very hard time leaving. She stayed as long as she possibly could, going home very sore, very red, and very well-punished… but smiling the whole way.
