From: Daarriaa@aol.com Date: Wed, 11 Sep 1996 14:19:16 -0400 Subject: Jennifer's Dilemma II This story involves spanking and a young lady. Please do not read if that is not of interest or you are under eighteen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ JENNIFERíS DILEMMA II ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Professor Snyder looked up at me from way down in his large easy chair that almost seemed to swallow him up. He is a medium size man of almost six foot and normal weight. None the less the chair was almost a small sofa and seemed to nearly consume him. ìI understand your situation and I will of course help you.î He began as a frown appeared on his face and he placed his unlit pipe in the ash tray beside the chair. ìYou have to appreciate that itís not always as easy as you seem to think.î Not easy for him. I thought. ìIs he kidding me? Here I am asking him to give me a spanking for the second time in a week and heís telling me itís not easy for him? ìIím not sure I understand. Sir.î He turned his gaze from the pipe and motioned me to sit down. ìLet me see if I can explain this for you. As a child when you got a spanking, were they all the same?î I thought a second. ìNo, no sir they werenít.î ìAnd why do you think that was Jennifer?î I wasnít sure what his was driving at and was confused by the question. A small smile came to his face and he answered his own question. ìBecause of course, there were different degrees of misbehavior, werenít there? Every time you misbehaved the circumstances were always in some way different. Isnít that right?î It was correct but I still couldnít see where this was going. ìAnd if the circumstances and behavior were different each and every time, then of course your punishment would be evaluated to insure the crime is correctly addressed. As a child you wouldnít get the same punishment for coming home late one time as you would for stealing, now would you?î ìNo of course not, my parents were fair.î He seemed pleased that I was finally catching on to this simple concept and allowed his smile to expand. ìOf course they were fair, and every time they had to punish you, a determination was made as to what was equitable. Well Jennifer I have to do the same. Simply because you have earned a spanking doesnít mean I donít have a responsibility to ensure that the spanking is fair.î My head was swimming, I was glad I was sitting down. What was he talking about? Was he going to do a check list before paddling my bottom? ìAnytime you come to me for a spanking I have any number of decisions to make. I have to ask myself such questions as, Is this the first time you have done this? Should you have known better? Are you sorry? Is it likely to happen again? What punishment is fair and is most appropriate to prevent a future occurrence?î He went on. ìWhen you were spanked as a child, were you ever spanked on your bare bottom?î I nodded yes. ìOf course you were, and why do you think that was?î I thought a second and answered. ìBecause it hurt more, I guess.î ìYes Iím sure there was a bit more sting, but I suspect there was another purpose.î I gave him one of my more convincing blank looks and he continued my education. ìThere are two elements to a spanking, the sting or pain and the embarrassment of the spanking. They can both be expanded in several ways as the situation warrants. Your parents could have applied more swat to the seat of your panties without any problem and it would have hurt just as much. Why didnít they just do that?î My face light up with an understanding that went back to childhood. Somehow things seemed to clear up. I understood what he was saying now. ìBecause they didnít want to cause me the physical pain and felt that the embarrassment of having my panties lowered would be a part of the punishment.î His smile seemed to brighten. ìVery good, and so it shall be in our situation. I will cause you no more pain than I think you deserve, but you will be punished.î And I intend to add a third element to your spankings. You will be expected to participate in determining your penalty. I will of course make the final decisions, and if I feel that you have tried to select something too lenient your punishment will be increased. Do you understand?î I thought a second. ìUh, no sir, Iím not sure I do.î ìAs I understood our earlier conversation, you were upset because you let a friend down by not getting their class assignment for them as promised, causing her a lot of extra unnecessary work. Am I correct?î I hung my head as he was saying this. Poor Julie was in the school infirmary overnight with a twisted ankle. I had told her I would pick up some history notes from her Professor, and I forgot. ìYes sirî I said weakly. ìYou wouldnít expect me to give you three slaps on the seat of your jeans and say youíve been appropriately punished would you?î I shook my head no and smiled a sheepish sort of grin. ìAnd like wise if I were to take a strap to your bare bottom and give you fifty lashes, that would not be fair either would it?î I shook my head no again. This time without the smile. ìThe answer lies somewhere in the middle, Jennifer. A fair decision will have to be made to determine what consequences you will pay for failing a friend.î He stood up. ìCome with me, itís time I showed you what Iím talking about.î I followed him down the hallway and into the den where I had gotten a spanking only a few days ago. ìJennifer, remove your jeansî He said in a stern voice. Doing as I was told, I unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs stepped out of them and bending over I picked them up and placed them of the edge of the sofa. The knot in my stomach was getting bigger, I was as I always am at this point scared. He didnít say a word as I stood before him. We both remained there for thirty seconds with him just looking at me. I started to speak and he shook his head silencing me. Another thirty seconds passed. ìJennifer, how do you feel right now?î He asked. ìI feel scared, I feel like a child.î His smile returned for the first time since we entered the room. ìExactly, like a child. And that is how you will be treated when you are here for a spanking. You are a child. And if that causes you more self-consciousness then so much the better.î Taking a business like tone he spoke. ìNow young lady you will start making some choices regarding your punishment. Where shall we begin? I think with the instrument that will warm your bottom. Does that sound right to you?î He didnít seem to expect an answer and went right on talking. ìWe have several choices, the first is of course my hand.î and with that he rotated me a quarter of the way around and gave the seat of my panties a swat. He turned to his desk and I noticed several items laid out that would soon be coming in contact with my tail I suspected. Clearly he had done some preparation since my call earlier in the afternoon asking his permission to come over. I was once again positioned. And with each introduction a swat with that item was applied to my seat. ìThis is a ping pong paddleî ìSPLATî ìA wood spoonî ìWHAPî ìSwitchî ìSSSiiissshî ìStrapî ìSPLATî ìThat makes five choices Jennifer. Which shall it be?î I must have taken too long. The strap he had in his hand landed once again. ìQuickly now make your choice. We have a lot of ground to cover.î After the second swat of the strap I knew which one I didnít want. I picked the safest. ìYour hand sir.î ìYou made the least selection, you could Jennifer. Donít try that with every selection. You may not like it if I have to make changes.î I was sure he was right about that. ìNow young lady, tell me in what positions were you placed for spankings as a child?î I thought for a second. ìMost of my spankings were over my parents knees. Sometimes I was across the bed and once or twice I got spanked standing up.î ìThats threeî He said. ìI think Iíll add a few more. Bending over a desk or chair. And bending over with hands on knees. So what will it be? Quickly now, make your choice.î ìBending over a chair.î I said hastily and at once wondering if I had made the right choice. ìHmmm, Iíve always preferred the over the knee position for naughty little girls. Leaves no doubt who is in charge.î As he said this he sat down and pulled me across his lap and gave me a swat with the paddle. ìNow stand up and go to that corner.î He instructed. ìBend over, place your hands on your knees.î I did so in a daze of confusion. Things were moving fast now, I was unsure of what was expected of me so I paid close attention to what he was saying and tried to follow his instructions. ìAnd this is what a switch feels like bending over.î I felt a hot pain sear my bottom. ìEeeksî I squealed. ìI believe Iíve made my point.î He concluded. The position that you receive your spanking in is of extreme importance to a successful correction of the problem. Donít you agree? He inquired far too cheerfully. ìUh, yes sir. was the only response I could think of, as my hand rubbed the sting of the switch. ìAnd then there is the matter of protection. There are three choices. Fully clothed and you can forget that one. Which leaves either a bare bottom spanking or one with your panties on.î ìPantiesî I answered without hesitation. He looked at me with a slight frown and I knew I had made the second choice of which he didnít approve. This was hard. Did he really expect me to have my panties removed if I had a choice in the matter? I knew the answer to that, I just couldnít make that choice. I wondered if I would regret being so conservative. ìNow the last choice Jennifer. You can select how many spanks you are to get. Before you make your selection, be aware I will decide how hard. That will always be my decision. Since this is an important choice you can have ten seconds.î I knew that I was going to be spanked on my panties with his hand while bent over a chair. What was fair and what would he accept? I was on thin ice with him regarding two of my selections, I had better not push my luck. ìTwenty.î I blurted out. He gave me a small frown and I knew my suggestion was not going to fly. ìDo you mean to tell me, young lady that letting down a friend means that little to you? I think not! I see that I will need to make a selection for you. You have picked the easy way far too much in these selections. You can either remove your panties or I will use the ping pong paddle.î I was too embarrassed to even think about removing my panties if I could do anything about it. ìThe paddle, use the paddle.î I managed to whisper loud enough for him to hear. And why was that I wondered? When I came over here if he had instructed me to remove my panties I would have done as I was told with out a secondís hesitation. But given a choice I would keep them on at all costs. I knew the paddle on my panties would hurt far more than his hand on my bare bottom. Why had I made that selection? And then I realized I had made a choice of pain over embarrassment. Such was my selection of punishment. I was more willing to take the extra sting of the spanking than bare my precious bottom. He pointed to the easy chair and gave me a push on my shoulder. I placed my knees on the chair cushion and moved forward. He made me drape my arms over the back of the chair. He pushed my lower back forward until my stomach was flush with the back of the chair. He stood beside the chair and took a long swing of the paddle. Down it came almost from the ceiling. Or so it seemed to me from the small glance I was able to catch from the corner of my eye. The impact of the paddle pushed me forward against the cool leather of the chair. I felt the sting and then the second swat. He kept up a steady pace of swats with the paddle landing just as the searing sting from the last whack subsided. I put my hands on the corners of the chair and held on. I tried to slide down on my crossed legs, but a push on my back and a warning kept me in place. The swats continued. I cried out my apologies to Julie and despite what was happening to me I wondered what Julie would think of my present situation and what I was going through. He did his best to make sure I received a complete lesson that day. It was a very through spanking that I was ready to concede would make me far more careful with friends requests in the future. When it was over he put the paddle away and took me by the shoulders and turned me around and off the chair. A pat of encouragement on my fanny and then he said. ìPut on your jeans and meet me in the living room after you freshen up.î I took my jeans in one hand and made my way to the bathroom. Placing my hands on my fanny I was surprised at the heat that seemed to rise from my bottom onto my hands. A quick inspection in the mirror was all I needed to see why I felt heat. My tail looked like the sun. I squirmed into my jeans wincing as I pulled them over my bottom cheeks. So then why was I in such a good mood? I was smiling through my tears, I felt like I had not a care in the world. I was in pain from a spanking and quite pleased with the world. But I did know why I was happy. I had been spanked and earned forgiveness. I sat down slowly on the living room sofa and tried not to wince as I made contact with the surface. ìJennifer, when you come here in the future, you will be treated like a little girl, from the moment you enter the house until we arrive back her in the living room with your punishment finished. Do you understand?î I nodded ìYes sir I understand.î ìYou need to let yourself go. Forget you are nearly a grown woman. It will be easier to take and far more therapeutic for you if you think of yourself as a little girl receiving a much needed spanking.î I was in amazement, how could this person know that he had tapped into exactly what I was thinking? Describing exactly what I knew I needed? It was like he was reading my mind. My needs and desires. On the way home I reflected about what had happened and what I had learned that day. I thought about Julie. I knew she was still mad at me. Would she forgive me if she knew I had gotten a spanking for letting her down? I thought maybe she would and decided to find out. Was she going to be surprised!