Driving with Uber An Unexpected Benefit Chapter 7
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Over the rest of the week I was considering Khrystiana’s comments. I was thinking that I had placed her in a very interesting dilemma. Based on a number of comments that she had made to me, I knew this young lady definitely did not enjoy the reality of a true punishment spanking. She had received enough of them to know how very painful they could be and she definitely did not look forward with any sort of anticipation to being subject to receiving another one. It was also very obvious that she found the fact that her dad bared her bottom for a spanking was truly embarrassing to her. I was thinking that she would be even more embarrassed by someone who was more or less a stranger to her and someone who had known her only as an adult baring her bottom for her. As I reflected on our latest lunch conversation I realized that she had said something about how embarrassing a bare bottom spanking had been but also that there were other elements to add to the embarrassment. I was curious to know what had referred to and made a mental note to ask her about this possible this Saturday.
On Thursday evening I sent Khrys a text to confirm that I should be at her place around 6 and also to ask if she wanted me to bring some wine. A couple of hours later I got a text back to let me know that she had notified the desk in her building’s lobby that I would be coming and also indicating that wine would be nice. She told me that we were having beef fondue and also strawberries/chocolate fondue for dessert. She went on to say that she was looking forward to my visit as we had a lot more to discuss.
The rest of the week went by rather quickly and soon I was following my GPS’ directions to Khrystiana’s apartment building which happened to be a high rise overlooking Lake Michigan. I stopped at the front desk and they did, in fact, have my name on their visitor log. I headed up to the twelfth floor and knocked on Khrys’ door. As the door opened I realized that I had always seen Khrystiana in “work” clothes, professional attire – either suits or dresses. Today she was in very loose, flowing cream colored pants, open-toed heels and a loose, deep blue blouse. She was also wearing a couple of chunky bracelets and small ear rings. She looked absolutely beautiful. She was also wearing a very happy smile and she reached up to give me a hug and her traditional kiss-on-both-cheeks European greeting. I hugged her back and returned the kiss and then entered her apartment.
Her small apartment was furnished very well in contemporary furnishings. Khrys told me that I had perfect timing as dinner was just about ready. She thanked me for the wine and asked me if I could open it and pour ourselves a glass. We chatted a bit before sitting down for dinner. Dinner was simple – fondue as she had promised and a salad. Over dinner we talked about her work. Before I had retired I had been in IT sales and sales management and Khrys’ work was as a cybersecurity specialist. We both found it interesting that one of the tools that she used at work was one that my previous company had developed and brought to market.
Khrystiana suggested that we go to the balcony for desert. She had a small fondue out on a coffee table with chocolate and she handed me the strawberries to take out as she got another bottle of wine. We talked a bit more and then Khrys smiled, looked at me and said, “Do you think that we could talk some about the last question you asked me on Tuesday, whether it would be good for me to have someone local, someone here who would be not only a friend but also someone who would be willing to hold me accountable?”
I laughed and replied, “I was building up to ask you that exact question. I would definitely like to talk about it. I have been thinking a lot about our conversations the last couple of days and personally feel that such a person would be of benefit to you. Having said that, I could easily see how having a friend like that could be very unsettling. You have told me how much you hated the anticipation of knowing that a spanking was coming as much, if not more so, than the actual spanking itself. I am sure that you would have been a basket of nerves today and the last couple of days if you had known that I was headed over to her tonight with a specific purpose in mind. That purpose would have been to give you the kind of spanking that you know your dad would have given you for that overdraft a couple of weeks ago. You have also told me how embarrassing those spankings were and I am sure that you would be even more embarrassed to know that a guy you did not even know six weeks ago would be baring your cute little bottom.”
Khrys looked rather pensive as she looked down at her hands which were now folded in her lap. She glanced back up at me, hesitated a bit and then said, “Your choice of words is interesting because I have been very nervous since Thursday. You see, on Thursday I had a conversation with my parents and, after I hung up I realized how much I miss the, well – I guess the word is reassurances that my father was always able to give me. It was after that conversation that I had decided to ask you if you would like to have another ‘niece’ in your life. I was so positive that you would say yes to my request that all day yesterday and today I realized that tonight I would probably be going to bed with a very sore and reddened bottom. And yes, the anticipation is killing me.”
As Khrys was telling me this my mind was racing. Did the idea of taking this adorable young lady over my lap and spanking her appeal to me? Of course it did. I had been intrigued with this idea for as long as I could remember and had given my first actual spanking to a woman over thirty years ago. I had been fortunate, as I had told Khrystiana, that over a period of time I had taken other women over my lap, some more in a playful way but others in much more of an “accountability” way. I realized how some individuals, not all but some, did benefit from that as Khrystiana probably would. But I also knew that I personally did not enjoy giving the harsh spankings that sometimes were required. I decided to be upfront with Khrys and share these thoughts with her. I told her that I was honored that she would ask me to be that type of friend. I also told her that I would provide the spankings and, like her dad, their severity would be based on how grievous the fault was. I also told her that I was hoping that the severe types of spanking would be few and far between as I honestly did not enjoy giving them.
Khrys looked at me for a moment and then took my hand. “I don’t think that I could have asked you to be my uncle if I felt that you enjoyed giving serious discipline spankings. My dad always told me that he felt the spanking were as hard on him internally as they were on me externally. He never said”, with a laugh, “that this will hurt me more than it does you… but I understood his meaning. Chuck, you simply have to put yourself in the mindset that you are becoming a very close friend of mine, someone who cares for me and simply wants what is best for me. You also have to bear in mind that even though I try, I need something like this in my life.”
“That ties to the other reason I realized after talking with mom and dad that I needed to ask you to take on this role for me. Spankings from my dad grew more and more infrequent as I got older. Part of the reason for that was that I was becoming more mature but also I knew that if I did misbehave I would have to pay the consequences. Part of that was a very sore bottom. Part of that was major embarrassment. Part of that was knowing how much I had disappointed my dad. I have noticed that since moving her a couple of years ago, my actions that would have gotten me in trouble at home have become more and more frequent. I have a feeling that not having daddy there is giving me an excuse to misbehave, I really need to improve. I was hoping on Thursday that you might be the one to help me do that.”
I reached over and gave Khrys a hug. “Tell me why you had the overdrawn account.”
Khrys smiled a bit wistfully. “Let’s get off this balcony and go inside so we can shut the door. I will answer that question once we each have another glass of wine.”
“I had maxed out my credit cards (and yes, I know you will want to talk with me about that at some point) and I did not want to ask Dad for more money. I knew he would be disappointed. I thought I had enough in the bank to cover my checks but did not so two of them bounced. I had to get to the bank to cover them and also pay the $50.00 overdraft charge. I just simply made a big mess of things”.
Khrys and I were sitting on the couch facing each other. I took both of her hands in mine and started asking questions about how she manages her money, the kind of budget she is on, her sources of income and other things I thought were important. She had grown to be pretty reckless with her finances the last twelve months or so. I suggested that we head to her bedroom.
We went into her bedroom and I was struck at how neat it was. Her robe and slippers were sitting by her dresser and the door to her bathroom was closed. We walked over to the bed and I began to lecture her about proper financial management. Khrystiana kept looking down and I had to remind her to look at me. I then reached over and pulled her belt out of her loose fitting pants. I asked her to remove her slacks. She hesitated a little but then did as I asked.
She was facing me wearing her blouse and shoes. I asked her to raise her shirt to her waist and then turn around. She did as I asked. Khrys was around five foot, six inches tall but she had very long legs. I was amazed at how beautiful her legs and bottom was. I admired her for a couple of minutes and then asked her to turn back around. She did so. I told her that I wanted her to go to the corner and think about why she and I were here and what was going to be happening. As she turned I delivered a very sharp smack on one of her bottom cheeks. That had caught her off guard as she jumped slightly, looked back and me and then headed to the corner.
I sat there watching her and then, after about 10 minutes, asked her to come back to me. I took her over my lap and rubbed the back of her panties a couple of times as I continued to lecture her. I could feel her body stiffen as she began the process of fighting what was coming. I started the spanking. I was spanking about medium hard and moving from cheek to cheek but building up intensity. Khrys originally was fairly stoic but then I noticed her feet were beginning to kick a bit and she had grabbed my leg with her hands. I continued until I could see the top of her thighs beginning to redden. Based on her resistance, however, I knew we were a long way from home.
I had her return to the corner and told her to keep her shirt up so I could see her bottom. I glanced over and her slippers again caught my eye. I want over and picked it up. It was a moccasin type with a soft leather sole. I took it back to the bed with me. After about 5 minutes or so I called her back to me and as she was facing me, I peeled her panties down. She stepped back and started to try to stop me. I looked at her….she hesitated and then stepped closer, allowing me to peel them down so she could step out of them. Once again I asked her to turn around and raise her blouse. I reflected more on how rosy her bottom was. I told her to keep her blouse up and turn around. She slowly did so. I was looking at her face but then dropped my eyes to her waistline. Khrys started to cover herself with one of her hands. As I shook my head she moved her hand back to her side and I realized that my new friend was truly a blond. I thought to myself that it was a very good thing that I was the age I was or this would have been a whole lot more difficult.
Khrys went back over my lap and I immediately picked up where I had left off. My hand was going from cheek to cheek, from bottom to thigh, from outer thigh to inner thigh as she kicked. By now, Khrys was acting more and more like a naught little girl being spanked. She was kicking, telling me she was sorry and asking me to stop. However, I could tell that she really had not reached that “breaking” point. I stopped the spanking and started rubbing her bottom. She started to push up to got off my lap.
“No, Khrys. Not quite so fast. You and I both know that you want this to be over but as much as we both know that, you know that you have not really paid your lesson yet. Am I right?”
She started to argue telling me that she had, in fact, learned her lesson.
“Khrys, I don’t think that you have. But this is the very first time that I have spanked you so I do not know you as well as your dad did. You told me that he had told you that you always fought and resisted your spankings and that he had to push to get you to really, finally accept them. We are starting a very serious relationship here and I expect honesty from you just as you expect it from me. If you honestly believe that you have learned your lesson and that this spanking was sufficient I will let you up. However, if you believe that you should receive more, then I want you to hand me your slipper”.
I think that those words caught Khrystiana completely off guard. It was obvious to me that she was done with this spanking, that she wanted it to be over. Her bottom was red and obviously very sore. However, I believe that my question about what her dad would have done surprised her. She was not used to be given a choice. I believe also that realized that this might be the last time she was given that choice with me. She very much wanted to get up from being over my lap. But she hesitated. She picked up the slipper and looked at it and then put it back down. She hesitated, looked back at me, put a very sad looking pout on her face and handed me the slipper.
I patted her bottom a couple of times with the slipper. Khrys wiggled a bit and settled into my lap. I grasped her firmly with my right hand around her waist, raised the slipper in my left hand and brought it down with a very loud splat on her right cheek. Khrys arched her back and tossed her head back. One hand came quickly back to cover her bottom. I grabbed it, raised it to her waist and brought the slipper down again on the other cheek. I then started a very fast cadence across her bottom and Khrys started struggling, kicking, crossing her ankles, begging me to stop as the spanking continued. I finally had to take my left leg and cross it over her legs to keep her from kicking so much. The spanking continued until finally Khrystiana completely collapsed across my lap. Her legs went limp as she just simply succumbed to the spanking. Her squeals and pleading changed to crying sounds and tears. At that point, I stopped. I dropped the slipper and slowly started caressing her bottom. I don’t believe that she was aware that I had stopped for a couple of minutes as she simply continued with hiccuping sobs.
I held Khrys over my lap for a few minutes and then brought her up, stood up and then pulled her into my arms so that she could continue her cry. Once Khrystiana had calmed down sufficiently, I laid her, face down, on her bed. I went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of ice with water and a couple of wash cloths. I slowly softly rubbed her bottom with the icy cloths and then picked up a tube of aloe lotion. I gently massaged it into her bottom. Khrys drifted off into a light sleep.
Now I was in a quandary. There was no way I was going to leave without having had a chance to talk with Khrys about what just happened…but it was obvious that she needed a chance to sleep. I had zero idea as to whether this typically happened after she was punished. I decided to go into her living room, turn on the TV and just wait for Khrystiana.
About an hour later, Khrys walked into the living room wearing the robe I had noticed. I smiled to myself when I saw that she was bare foot. She walked over and sat down, gingerly, on the couch next to me. She smiled and asked if I would pour her another glass of wine and asked me to get one for myself. I did so and came back to the couch, sitting down I handed her a glass. She took a sip, laid it on the coffee table and then cuddled up against me.
“Remember," she said, “daddy would always cuddle me after a spanking.”
I hugged her and, with a smile, told her that everything was forgiven. I told her that I was very proud of the way that she had basically taken an action that I knew had been very difficult to take. I asked her how she was feeling about the whole scenario.
“First off, I am sore, very sore.” As she said that she stood up, opened her robe and turned so that I could see her very red bottom with some purple marks and a couple of bruises starting to show up. “I am a little bit embarrassed to realize how much you saw but I know that this is part of it. It is funny though, Chuck, that I was wondering if I would feel that same sense of release with a spanking from you, really a stranger to me, as I did from my dad. I am very surprised that I do. I wish that I could describe it to you, but it is just kind of an emotional release, almost a catharsis. I have the feeling that in a certain way, you actually love me. When you told me to hand you the slipper I did not want to do that but for a couple of reasons. The first being is that I knew it was really going to hurt, maybe not as much as a hairbrush but close. But the second was that you had told me that you really did not enjoy giving those serious of spankings and I did not want to make you do something you did not feel comfortable with.”
It was my turn. “Khrys. I do not enjoy bringing you to that degree of pain. I would much prefer not to do so.” I laughed as I said, “Please do not misunderstand me. Do I enjoy taking a beautiful young woman, someone more than half my age, over my lap, baring her bottom and spanking her? Of course I do. If you wanted simply a playful spanking I would do that every day! However, I know that for some individuals discipline is necessary and I am willing to do that when and if I think it will benefit my friend, in this case, you.”
Khrystiana smiled and said, “I think that we are off to a potentially wonderful relationship. I am very sleepy and need to go to bed. Why don’t you sleep here on my couch and we can go out for breakfast in the morning. I have a lot more I would like to discuss with you. Khrys leaned over, gave me her traditional kiss on both cheeks, then lightly kissed me on the lips. “Goodnight, Uncle Chuck. Sleep well.”
Khrystiana was up making coffee when I woke up. After a cup of coffee, we headed out for breakfast. This was the next step in a really wonderful relationship that is still going strong. More to come in my next story.
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