Hi all! So we have made it! This is the end of a wonderful story that I had the pleasure of writing with a wonderful brat of mine! Thank you all for reading and commenting it’s been a pleasure. Don’t worry though! I still have plans to continue posting each week on Thursday so make sure to stay tuned! Also, welcome Jojo as an editor on Logan’s Secrets! While she hasn’t posted anything of yet I’m hoping to talk her into it soon so maybe you all can prod her too! Again thank you and enjoy the last of Jess and Piper… for now! 🙂
Driving Lessons Began Here
I shook my head at the bratty woman sitting next to me. She knew good, and well I had not been cursing! Raising my eyebrow, I turned to her and just stared her down and allowed the tension between the two of us to build while I waited for her to respond. When she didn’t, I casually asked, “Yes, and I think I have also told you the same thing about lying too haven’t I Jessica Anne?”. If she could Top bait, then I was equally good at brat baiting, Oh yes.
The use of her full name would catch her attention quickly and make her squirm. I secretly loved that I had that effect on her at times, and yes I did it just to be slightly evil when I was in a mood.
“Okay, Okay, maybe you didn’t curse!” she admitted finally. I swatted her thigh lightly and gave her a broad smile. I was so glad that the grounding was about to be done. It had honestly been torture for the both of us. Being that I was the one who had grounded her, meant I had been acting as her personal chauffeur! I love Jess, but goodness it seemed that she needed to go somewhere every night of the week!
“You know Jess, buttering me up by showing me adorable pet alpacas isn’t going to lessen the bottom warming I’m going to give you later right?”
Jess entire body slumped in her seat, “But Piper why do I have to have a spanking? I mean I’ve been sooo good!”
“Why don’t you tell me why we have to end this with me spanking you again?”
Her lip poked out in a pout as we continued to drive down the highway toward home. I thought she wasn’t going to answer but ten minutes later she mumbled, “Because it needs to be finalized and I need to forgive myself for all the reckless things I’ve done.”
“I think you are correct, little lady. Now lets head on home and get this behind us.”
I swung the car into Piper’s driveway and parked neatly under the shade of the oak tree. I gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath, waiting for Piper.
“Go and wait for me in the bedroom Jess, you know what to do,” Piper told me quietly. I nodded, opened the car door and slid out. With slow steps, I made my way to the house and let myself in.
The bedroom was cool, the blinds had been pulled, and the room was suffused with dappled light. I went straight to the bed, picked up the two pillows and placed them at the end of the bed. My fingers fumbled on the buttons to my jeans, but I soon pulled them down, inching them over my hips and settled them at my knees. I hitched my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slowly drew my knickers down. I glanced towards the door, Piper hadn’t come upstairs yet, but I knew she expected me to be in position when she did.
I sighed, but Piper had told me all along “Your punishment starts with a spanking and will end with a spanking, after that, you may have your keys back.”
The pillows sank a little under my weight as I bent over, bare bottom upturned and I waited for correction. I placed my head on my forearms and listened.
The steady tread of the stairs warned me that Piper was on her way. I heard the door squeak as she pushed it ajar. Silence. The seconds ticked, and then Piper walked softly across to the chest of drawers. The special drawer was pulled out on its runners, and I knew that Piper was selecting the implement. I closed my eyes, by heart beating thud-thud.
Piper came to my side, and I felt the leather of the strap as she rested it against my naked cheeks.
The strap felt heavy in my hands as I rested it against Jess’s bare cheeks, which trembled in the cool air. I studied her bottom and thought of all the things she did to earn her way across my lap once more. She had been a trooper most of the time these past five weeks, however, we still had unfinished business.
Without warning, I raised the strap and let drop the first solid TWACK across the center of her backside. Jess didn’t move but inhaled a sharp breath.
I took my time. Wanting to give her a moment to let the swat settle before I raised the strap again and brought it down in a similar resounding TWACK.
“Jessica Anne tell me why you are here. Tell me why I am taking a strap to your bare bottom.” I demanded voice stern but caring.
Jess, turned and looked at me as best she could as I continued to rest the leather on her vulnerable cheeks, “Because, I… because I was not responsible. Because I got too many traffic infractions.”
I nodded “And because I love you and you are going to take your safety as seriously as I do. I’m not going to lose you. But most of all this is so that you can forgive yourself.” And I pulled the strap back again.
Jess whimpered loudly as I punctuated my statement with another solid swat to her sit spots.
“Jess, I don’t even know what to threaten you with if anything like this ever happens again. Let’s just say I expect it never will again.” Again a hard TWACK landed across her sit spots punctuating my statement sharply.
Her bottom was already turning pink and looked like it honestly hurt with two lines running across, one on the center of her bottom where the first two swats landed and the next lower where the last two had connected. I sat beside her and rubbed her bare skin for a moment allowing all the swats to settle.
Leaning close to her ear I whispered, “Please don’t make me ever strap you like I’m about to again, Jess. My heart can’t take it.”
Jess’s eyes were wet as she nodded and pressed into my side, “I promise ma’am.”
I kissed her forehead and murmured, “I love you, little lady. You have your word if you need it.”
I stood again and picked up the strap. Placing one hand on her lower back to hold her steady I drew the strap back and began a fast pace of steady swats all over her bottom and sit spots. I left no spot untouched by the strap as the two lines became a mass of darker pink.
Jess didn’t lie still for long as the burn built up more and more into her skin. She began to squirm and cry out into the bed, however, I continued as my chest felt the pain her bottom surely did.
The strap fell fifty times in all according to the slow relentless count I was making inside of my head. As soon as the strap connected the last time against her flaming sit spots I dropped it and went to her side again, pulling her into my body, holding her as close as possible.
“Shhh, little lady. You did so well. I’m so very proud of you.”
She burrowed into me and held on as she shed a steady flow of tears. At some point, I felt wetness on my own face and realized I had joined her in the flood of tears. Tears that were the signal that this long and at times painful process had finally come to a close. Finally, we could move on and be back to normal.
Love is not always about romance, it comes in many forms and is shown in many ways. Yes, I was going to have a sore bottom, but it wasn’t just about that. As I laid there held in strong arms, my bottom banded from red to crimson, I knew from the depth of my core that I was not going to fall ever again. One person would make sure of that……Piper Wentworth.