Poor Trish! The pretty little girl knew she was in trouble as soon as she got home. Upon opening the front door, she saw the bad girl paddle lying on the dining room table, along with this months’ phone bill. She had been a bit talkative this month, and, what with having friends all over the world, that could be expensive. For this young lady, the price would be paid, right where she sits down, on her well rounded, bare behind, in the traditional, over the knee position, just like a bad little girl.

It was over two hours before her lover arrived. Time for Trish to think, to shift from one leg to another, to bite her nails, to practically wet her pants in anxious anticipation of the very thorough and humiliating bottom warming to come.

“Trish, I’m home” Stanley said as he let himself in. This was almost a relief, to this fretful gal, who, by know was almost anxious to get her punishment behind her, literally.

“I’m sorry”, Trish said, batting her eyelashes prettily, one hand nervously twisting her long hair, the other giving her shapely rump a final rub. “I’m afraid sorry is just not enough” Stanley replied, picking up the massive phone bill in one hand, and the thin wooden paddle in the other. “Just you drop those tight little jeans, and we shall start the READING OF THE PHONE BILL”.

“Please!” Whimpered Trish, “I will be so good, don’t use that hard wooden paddle on me, can I have a hand spanking instead? You know how romantic that makes me,” she added, while trying to give Stanley a hug. Stanley wasn’t having any of it. “This is not foreplay here, darling, you are being punished, and that means a paddling around here, right across that cute little behind of yours, I see that you have finally gotten around to baring it, the delay will cost you 10 extras, now, touch your toes!”

Trish sadly did so, while Stanley began reading the massive charges she had piled up on the phone during the last month. After Stanley finished with the out of state calls, and began on the overseas listing, she finally broke down into tears. He couldn’t really intend to give her a hard swat for every 2 dollars! She wouldn’t sit down for a month!

“Stanley, if I give you one of my best cock-suckings, will you at least spread the paddling out over a few days? I have to sit down at work!” Stanley considered this, and then unzipped his fly. “Let’s see how good a job you do before I promise anything. You do have a very warm and wet mouth, I imagine that your bottom will be just as warm shortly, but I hope it doesn’t get too wet. You remember what happened the last time you peed yourself during a spanking?”

Trish blushed hotly, as she continued to suck Stanley’s now fully erect cock. Her last ‘accident’ had cost her a week in diapers, and twice daily strapping, that made her cry. That they had also made her horny was another matter. Abruptly, Stanley pulled his erection out of her pretty mouth, and began her paddling.

“One!” SMACK!!!

“Two!” WHACK!!!

“Three! SPLACK!!

Trish suddenly realized, as the burn began to sink into her tight little bottom cheeks, that a visit to the potty might have been a good idea first. Another few hard swats might well turn on her little fountain, and if there was one thing that made Stanley cross, it was having to interrupt a firm application of the paddle for some impromptu toilet training. Shutting her big eyes tightly, she began concentrating on holding her pee inside her, just as the fourth paddle spank landed across her firm, round, sore and quite bare behind.

“Four! SMACK!!!

“Oh no!” Trish exclaimed, as the burning sting in her seat distracted her from her useless attempts to not wet herself. Now crying openly, she put her hands on her now soaking pussy, wishing that she at least had a pair of panties on, to soak up the humiliating wet splashes that erupted from her punished lower half. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Trish cried, while Stanley, with a disgusted look, dropped the paddle, and taking her by the ear, led his favorite little bad girl into the bathroom, for an even more humiliating punishment.

Stanley closed the bathroom door with a quick motion. A completely humiliated Trish stood before him, stripped down to her birthday suit, with the telltale remains of her “accident” still glistening on her bare thighs. She blinked back the tears, brought on by her shame, and by the severe paddling that was still causing her firm round bottom to positively radiate heat & discomfort.

Stanley addressed her in an irritated voice; “Trish, sit that punished seat on the toilet, we are going to begin your toilet training all over again, don’t learn very well do you?”

Trish’s response was to merely break into renewed sobbing, causing Stanley to bend her over the sink for a brisk hand spanking on her already paddled behind. A quick twenty smacks brought about an astonishing change of attitude. Trish took her place on the potty with good grace, and a small grimace, as her freshly spanked rear met the cold and hard seat. Stanley continued.

“We are just going to wait here, until you show me where good girls do their business. I know you just went, and you are going to mop it up when we are finished, but not until you convince me that you understand a simple thing like peeing on the toilet, not my hardwood floor! And if you think that terminated your paddling, you are very much mistaken!”

With the saddest face Trish could make, she resigned herself to the ordeal ahead of her. It would probably be an hour or so before she could pee again, but Stanley didn’t look at all impatient. The seat just seemed to get more and more uncomfortable, and there was still a paddling to come. Trying to make the best of things, Trish tried her best to produce at least a splash, but with no results.

After what seemed like a couple of weeks, Trish finally felt an urge, although minor, to produce what Stanley had demanded. With a blushing expression of shame, she called Stanley into the bathroom, so that she might provide the hateful exhibition before his jaded eyes.

Stanley entered, with a face that almost appeared bored. This was not the case, Trish stimulated him in many ways, but his control was complete. “Ready to make the little fountain, favorite slut of mine?” He asked with almost insufferable arrogance. Trish almost answered back with a smart mouth remark, but remembered her place in time. “Yes, Stanley, and I’m sorry about the phone bill, and making a mess on the floor and.” She burst into renewed tears, which made for a rather exquisite counterpoint to the soft splashes she produced beneath her shapely and well spanked buttocks, as Trish finally demonstrated her newly learned toilet training for her severe lover.

“All finished, my love?” Stanley asked, as Trish really had been able to produce only a short little stream of pee. “Trish nodded agreement silently, and mistakenly began to stand up.

“Get that behind back on the seat!” Stanley barked at her. You like a stiff dick in your mouth so much, you can give me some head in that position, before your assfucking in the backyard. Trish almost gratefully took Stanley’s dick into her mouth, and gulped hard on it, while another kind of moisture was produced in the vicinity of her adorable lap. With tears of gratitude, and a level of horniness that was all too familiar to the young beauty, Trish set to work, giving Stanley the blow-job of his life, knowing that it would not spare her from a noisy back-door poke, in their not so secluded back yard.

As Trish was marched into the backyard, she was not aware that she and Stanley were being observed. Christie & Marcie, their two new neighbors had been watching Stanley discipline & humiliate the lovely Trish for a couple of weeks by now. Blond Christie, looking out the window, was both surprised & amused by the spectacle of Trish being marched into Stanley’s back yard, and quickly called her own lover, Marcie to watch the goings on.

“At it again, are they?” Marcie asked her petite young lover, who took a seat on her lap, to observe the show.

Glancing across the yard, Stanley was quite aware of their audience, and decided to put on a good show for the two little sluts. He was not in the habit of using his belt on poor Trish’s shapely little ass, but, as it was the only implement at hand, and her firm round behind was already so red and tender, he decided that a quick little strapping would help bring home the hard lesson Trish had just learned in the bathroom, and quite possibly, titillate the two horny ladies peeping out through their window.

But first, Stanley could not resist calling Trish’s attention to their audience.
“Sweetheart, take a look over there, those two gals that have been drooling over you are going to see my little princess take another spanking, before a good hard assfucking, isn’t that nice?”

Stanley had thought that Trish had about used up her tears for the evening, but this additional punishment & humiliation resulted in still more, but quiet sobbing from his precious little slave-girl. From inside their home, Christie wiggled about on Marcie’s lap, causing the stern brunette to threaten her own lover with a surprise visit to Stanley’s house – to share in the fun.

It was perhaps, not one of Christie’s brighter moments when she replied:
“You wouldn’t dare!”

Stanley welcomed his new found female counterpart, Marcie into the yard. A pale but excited Christie followed. Trish attempted to look up at their new guests, but a curt command from Stanley had her eyes back at her feet.

Marcie looked Trish over, then, turning to include Stanley & Christie in her gaze announced “Looks like we both have been saddled with the responsibility of looking after a nasty little girl, I’ve been watching how you keep this one in line, what do you say I give you a hand, in return, you could take your hand to my little pet here”. Marcie punctuated this remark with a sharp swat to the seat of Blonde Christie’s well-filled white cotton shorts.

Stanley admired the way the submissive young blonde’s eyes widened at the crisp spank. Taking Christie by the chin, he merely looked over at Marcie, and answered the stern yet feminine dominant with one of his insufferable smiles, the kind that only manages to tilt up at one end. Marcie knew then that she had found a soul-mate, one that understood her need to both coddle & punish, to be so completely giving with both pleasure & the most delicious of discomforts.

But poor Trish! Despite her fear of the many disciplines she had undergone at the hands of her beloved Stanley, she had always felt nothing but terror at the inevitable prospect of being handed over to a cruel female, something Stanley had often promised her. That day had clearly arrived. With a combination of jealousy & lust, she watched in silence as Stanley quickly and almost indifferently bared Christie’s smooth round behind, and with a quick motion, upended the silently protesting beauty over his knee, for what could only be a completely humiliating and juvenile chastisement, using only the flat of his hard hand to bring the submissive young blonde to both tears and a level of sexual tension she had not known for many years. Again smiling at Marcie, he nodded that she should treat his precious Trish to a dose of the same, before taking both mutely protesting lovelies into the house, where the “toys” were waiting, along with their scented lubricants and oh so necessary devices of restraint. It was to be a warm summer evening, at least for the southernmost regions of Stanley & Marcie’s little bad girls, before the dominant couple left the two tied face to face, to meditate on their punishments, while their Master & Mistress took their own gentle pleasure with one another in the bedroom.