Time line: Year 3
To my eyes, Melanie could have been a model. She was twenty-four years old, five foot six, long blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy white skin, beautiful red lips. We met in class at the local college three years ago, when we sat next to each other. It was a computer programming class and she was having a problem with one of the assignments. I helped her with it, showing her how to solve the problem. The problem was so obvious that the she was embarrassed and said, "Damn! You should spank me for wasting your time like this!"
I am George Garmin, a twenty-five year old Computer Engineering post graduate student. I hoped she didn't see my member's reaction to her statement. The animal brain has yet to be taught political correctness.
Melanie was also a postgraduate student. I said to her, "It's okay! I have made the same type of errors myself. Don't be so hard on yourself."
"Thank you," Melanie replied. "Let me take you for coffee."
I spent the next few hours thinking about spanking her beautifully proportioned ass. I dreamed about it every night for the next week.
We dated for about four weeks. I had found out her birthday was in mid October and took her to a good restaurant for her twenty-fifth birthday. After a movie, where we necked and did actually watch the movie, I walked her from my car to her door. When we got to the door, she invited me in for a nightcap. Once the door closed, we exchanged a long wet kiss. There was no doubt we were going to go much further.
When we broke for air, she said, "Its time for my birthday spanking!" Before my brain started working, she had me sit in a straight back chair and she bent over my knees.
This had to be her idea of foreplay. I decided that if she wanted a birthday spanking, I'd give it to her. She had this petty sundress on that was not going to block much of anything, so I started to give her light swats on her butt.
She said, "Stop!"
I did and let her up. I thought I made a mistake and she was going to throw me out, but she continued, "I want a real spanking! I want you to spank me with the full strength of a man! I want to feel it! I want it to hurt! Pull my skirt up! Bare my ass! Spank me hard! Give me a hard twenty-five swat spanking for my mother, father, and three sisters! Then give me a really hard spanking for yourself! I want it! I miss it! I need it! I've gone five years now without it, and I really miss it!"
I said, "That's going to hurt a lot. Are you sure?"
"Not as much as when my family did it with my hair brush." She then winked at me!
"Well then young lady, go fetch your hair brush and come back."
She turned, ran to the bathroom and came back with her hair brush. She handed it to me and almost flopped over my knees. I flipped up her skirt. Her panties had, "Apply paddle here!" written on them in red!
I chuckled and pulled her panties down. I said, "Are you ready?"
"Okay this one is for your mother, count the swats. If you don't count, the swat does not count."
I let her have them pretty hard but I held back some, both to pace myself and to have some extra for the last round. She took them pretty well. There were some, "ouch," "oh," and "eeks," but she counted them all, followed be a clear and sharp, "Thank you, Sir!" When I finished the first set, I let her up and gave her a one minute break. She walked around with a shit eating grin on her face, rubbing her butt. I had no idea what made her tick or why she was so happy.
I gave her the next four rounds. She had a really red butt by then, and was hopping around the room for the entire one minute break. I gave her another minute. She realized it and said, "Thank you, Sir.
"Sir, I need you to do the last twenty-five as hard as you can. I will explain later, but it is very important to me that you spank me full force."
Who was I to object? I gave her the last twenty-five as hard as I could. She made some truly satisfying noises as I spanked her. I gave her an extra one to grow on, then I pinched her thigh hard for luck. Both received satisfying squeals, followed by, "Thank you sir!"
When I let her up the last time she did a regular Indian war dance around the room. She was well spanked. After she calmed down in a minute or so, she came to me and hugged me. "Thank you George. I really needed that.
"I've been a bad girl though. I was testing you. I needed to test you to see if you could handle my needs, without overdoing it. I need a man who is not afraid to spank me if I need it. I occasionally get rude, use bad language, break agreements and do things that I should know better than to do. I, occasionally, just want to be spanked.
"You are the first person to take me up on the birthday spanking challenge and do it right!
"My parents live a Domestic Discipline lifestyle. My father would discipline my mother. If we children were really bad, he would spank us. My mother also received regular maintenance spankings. I want the same thing. I don't care if it is politically correct.
"Will you do this for me? We don't have to get married. Someday, if it works out, I hope we will. I already love you. I hope you will love me!"
I said, "I will do as you ask. You need to know that while I am very attracted to you, concerned for your safety, and on the edge of falling in love with you, I don't think I am quite to the point of head over heels in love yet."
Her reply was, "That's not a problem. I do have one request though. I really want sex tonight. I am afraid though that I have earned a spanking for the way I took you for granted and behaved dangerously tonight. My ass is really sore. Would you please postpone my spanking for these items a few days?"
"Yes you've been a bad girl as you say. I do intend on punishing you for it. Twelve strokes of my belt for you taking me for granted. Twenty swats of a paddle for putting yourself in danger. I will always put a punishment off if you can give a good reason. There is a penalty for requesting a delay, and there is an additional penalty for requesting a delay if I don't see a good reason to do so. Today is Tuesday, let's check your butt Friday and see if it is ready. The penalty this time is six swats of the hair brush.
"Penalties are applied at the time of the request, so bend over and grab your ankles."
I gave her six comparatively light swats. She then stood and jumped up on my hips, and then directed me to her bedroom. We had a wonderful time!
Over the next six months, Melanie and I became closer and closer. Then someone threw a wrench into the works.
There was a special presidential announcement where he disclosed the coming of the Swarm. The Swarm was an alien race that was going to attack the Earth and, for lack of a better description, eat us. There was another faction of aliens, the Confederacy, that wanted our help to defeat them. The Confederacy was willing to give us the technology to do it. They needed volunteers to help them.
To volunteer, a person had to get CAP tested by the Confederacy. CAP stood for Capacity, Aptitude, Potential. I proceeded to get tested two weeks later. My 7.9 score meant, among other things, that I would be able to take four concubines with me to the stars.
During that time Melanie seemed to change. First, her butt became more resilient. About once a week she did something to get her ass whooped good. It surprised me that every time her panties came down her ass looked in pristine condition. I didn't understand it.
Occasionally she forgot some of the most important moments in our lives. I was beginning to worry about if there was some sort of mental problem with her. Sometimes when I called her name she did not respond. I mentioned the issue to Melanie but she laughed it off, saying she was distracted. It really did not matter to me that much because I was hopelessly in love with her. If there was something wrong with, her I was sure it could be fixed; if not, I'd still love her.
Two months later, it all came to a head. We traveled to her parents' house together for Christmas and for me to meet her parents. I was planning on proposing to her on Christmas Eve. I didn't care about the Swarm. I wanted her as my wife and I wanted to have children with her. Melanie wanted to show me off to her family, but really -- unbeknownst to me -- she wanted safety when I discovered what she had been up to. We arrived at Melanie's childhood home, and I met her parents and when they arrived her sisters, Joan, Chris and Karen, who were wearing the same outfit as Melanie. It turned out that she and her three sisters were identical quadruplets. As I looked at her sisters, I realized I had no idea who was who. I looked at Melanie and realized that if she switched with one of her sisters I would not know who was who or be able to answer the question, "Is my sister prettier than me?" They realized my discomfort. The father knowingly said, "Don't worry, everyone has that problem. My wife loves it when they wear matching outfits. They wear broaches with their first initials on them, or even I would not know the difference." All the women giggled.
Joan said, "Daddy would spank us if we ever used our similarities to drive someone away."
As we talked, I discovered that each sister had different interests and were all well rounded. I also noticed that they all sat rather gingerly. They were all somewhat flustered whenever I talked to them. It turned out that they were also attending college in the same area as Melanie.
We discussed a lot of things over the next few days. I was a little surprised that their parents did not object to her sleeping with me.
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