“I fucked up, I know I fucked up,” Liz repeated for the fourth time in a span of 5 minutes. Despite Kara sitting alongside her in the driver’s seat, her conversation at this point was one-sided. During the twenty-five minute drive back to their shared home, the only comments Kara made were non-verbal; a raised eyebrow, a slight eye roll, an occasional nod. This only threw gasoline on the fire of guilt that was building up inside of Liz. After what felt like eternity, Kara’s blue Ford Focus pulled into the driveway. Still still dressed in her light gray dress pants and navy blue sweater from worker earlier that day, Kara looked even more of an authority figure next to Liz, who was fruitlessly pulling down her off the shoulder mini dress to cover her bottom.
“You are to go upstairs, change into your nightgown and stand in the corner until I come up there,” Kara said finally making eye contact once the two women were inside the house. Liz’s stomach churned, knowing this familiar process. “Kara, can we talk about this in the morning, I’m really tired,” Liz’s voice began to take on a hint of whine, a signal to Kara that this punishment couldn’t wait until the morning.
“And you think I’m not? I was up at 6 am this morning for work, and was not expecting to have to drive into the city to pick you up in the middle of the night,” Kara reminded her, gesturing over to the grandfather clock behind her that read 1 am. “But there are matters that need to be discussed before either of us can have a good night’s sleep. Now go,” and with that Liz slumped up the steps while Kara went into to kitchen to pour herself a glass of ice tea to cool down before dealing with the matter at hand.
“She could have gotten herself killed,” Kara thought out loud as she poured the ice tea into a glass. “I told her that the car wasn’t drivable with the spare donut tire on, that the drive into the city to go to that concert wouldn’t be possible.” But her warnings fell of deaf ears, because just as Kara was about to pour herself a glass of wine after getting home after an extremely late night reviewing legal briefs, her phone rang.
Within minutes of hanging up, Kara was already driving to where Liz’s car apparently spun out of control after the spare donut blew out. Thankfully there were no other drivers on the road, and the back end of the car whammed into a tree off the road. Liz was sitting on the curb, picking at her fingers not even worrying about the eye makeup running down her face. Kara’s mama bear instincts went into full gear, embracing her shaken up friend who had bursted into tears the moment arms were wrapped around her shaking body. They stayed at the scene of the accident for another hour while the EMT made sure Liz didn’t need any additional medical treatment other than a bandage on her left upper arm, and for the tow truck to haul away the bent out of shape Toyota Camry that Liz affectionately called ‘the lizard’ because of its green coloring, to the body shop. Looking over at Liz’s blotchy face, Kara knew that the girl was well aware of how much this would be hurting her wallet.
All of this could have been avoided: missing the concert she paid $100 dollars to see, the $75 tow truck fee, the $500 mechanic bill, and most likely the increase in her auto insurance. She could of been spared this extra stress if she had just taken the car to the mechanic earlier in the day, like Kara told her to, for a $50 tire change. Of course Liz gave the ‘uh huh, okay’ treatment. But not wanting to spend the $100, she disregarded the advice which completely backfired on her, big time. Taking a final swig of her drink, Kara wished she was going to cuddle up in bed alongside Liz, rather than delivering a swift dose of tough love.
Leaning against the door frame, Kara couldn’t help but crack a smile. Liz’s forehead was propped up against the corner, basically supporting her entire body. “Is that the way you’re supposed to be reflecting on your actions tonight,” Kara finally broke the silence, startling Liz from her nap. “Umm, not really,” Liz mumbled, wiping some left over drool from the side of her mouth. “Excuse me? Don’t act like this is your first time.” Straightening herself up, and positioning her hands by her sides “No ma’am, this is not my first time. I’m sorry.” Kara walked over to the queen size bed, and kicked off her black pumps. “Come sit alongside me, we can revisit how to do corner time properly at another day,” Kara motioned to the spot next to her. Shuffling her feet, Liz almost wanted to stay prompted up against the corner to avoid what was about to happen in a few minutes.
“I know you feel pretty crummy about everything right now, Liz. You already started your classic self-beat up on the drive home tonight,” Kara started, softening her voice. “You’re upset because of the accident. However, you seem to have completely missed the point that all of this could have been avoided if you had just spent the money to fix the tire, or Ubered down to the concert.”
By this point, Liz was unable to look Kara in the eyes, and was pulling at the fringe of her pajama shirt. “But it wasn’t that far of a drive and the mechanic was busy today and…”.
“This is why we’re having this discussion right now Liz. Because you’re trying to find blame in any other area than the root of what brought us to this situation. You made a poor choice not to follow up on your car maintenance in a timely manner, and you decided to drive an unsafe vehicle knowing it did not have a stable tire,” Kara’s voice was already making Liz’s face flushed, knowing that this was all true.
“You could have hurt someone else, completely wrecked the car, or could have really injured yourself. Now climb on the bed and lay over my lap.” Still unable to look Kara in the eye, Liz climbed onto the bed, and sprawled her tired body across the awaiting lap.
“We’re not even going to bother with the warm ups tonight young lady,” Kara said lifting up the pink pajama shirt, and pulling down the purple polka dotted boy shorts, tossing them onto the floor. Liz was about to put up a protest when the first blow hit her bottom. Fast and furious, alternating each cheek, demonstrated that this was far, very far, from a good girl spanking.
“You had the opportunity to make good choices, but multiple times this evening you decided to cut corners, leaving dangerous results. And you’re only upset about the car, not about how you put your life at risk,” Kara locked her leg around the squirming girl, who was pleading for her to stop.
“Right now, this spanking is a lot less painful than a broken bone would be, or worse.” Despite her pleas to stop, Liz knew that she had earned every blow being brought down upon her bottom. The words of Kara’s scolding soaked into her heart, making the cries coming out of her mouth even louder.
“I’m sorry Kara. It really was wrong of me,” she said in between sobs. “At this point, I’m not even sure you’re mature enough to have driving privileges, but we won’t have to worry about that because your car will be in the shop for at least 2 weeks,” Kara mused, tracing the tips of her french manicured nails over the warm bottom across her lap. “But how will I get to work and go places,” Liz sniffled. “Well you’ll just have to ask me or a friend for a ride, or you could ride you bicycle that’s still in the basement,” Kara ignored Liz’s pitiful whine and reached over to her nightstand drawer.
“No, no, oh Kara please don’t. What I did was very bad, but I don’t need that,” Liz once again tried to squirm her way off of the lap, but to no avail.
“Liz, if you realized the seriousness of tonight, you would stop saying you were bad. Yes, you were reckless, irresponsible and didn’t make good choices. But you’re not bad. You’re not a bad girl. You’re a girl who needs to be more aware of the consequences of her actions, which is why I brought this out,” Kara said softly, stroking Liz’s dirty blonde hair with one hand, and gripping the dreaded antique wooden airbrush in the other. Liz’s feet instinctively kicked, despite knowing it was pointless – her fate was sealed. Though she couldn’t see the hairbrush, Liz knew exactly what the object looked, and felt like.
It was the beautiful birchwood hairbrush, with a weight heavy enough to make your wrist ache if held long enough. On the handle, a gold plated inscription read Kara’s initials. It was the first implement that was ever introduced to Liz, and one of the few things that could help move the mountains of stubbornness her mind contained.
Whack, Whack, Whack, the thud of the brush pierced through the room three times before Liz cried out. There was a string of muffled pleas and moans that quickly turned into raw sobs that rang out as Kara made sure the lesson would stick with Liz. With a reprieve, Liz laid motionless, no struggle left inside of her, sobbing into the comforter of the bed.
“You’re taking this very well sweetheart, and I’m proud of you. Because I want this to be the last time we have a situation happen like this again, I’m going to give you ten more and I want you to count them,” Kara said gently while rubbing the lower of the quietly sobbing girl, who was reduced to whimpers. After a few seconds went by without an answer, she grazed the brush over the red bottom.
“Yes Ma’am, I can count,” Liz said knowing that was a warning. It was a struggle, but somehow Liz mustered the final reserve of her strength to call out all ten of the swats Kara brought down onto her swollen bottom. Each one made her cry out harder, as she swore to herself that she would never be so reckless again, or ever find herself in this position. After counting the last one, Liz was lost for words, only able to sob out out the exhaustion, embarrassment and disappointment that was left inside of her.
Now was not the time for words, Kara knew that. It was the time to hold Liz as she came to terms with her consequences and let the tides of realization sweep over. When the sobs began to slow down to a soft whimper, Kara pulled the girl off of her lap and went over to the dresser across the room. Still lying on her stomach, Liz looked up at Kara with blood shot eyes, like a little girl about to cry when her mother left her side after tucking her into bed for the night.
“I’m right here babydoll. This lotion will help with your sore bottom, and this will help calm down your heart,” Kara placed a worn, purple teddy bear under the exhausted girl’s arm.
Affectionately called Mister Bear, the purple teddy bear made out of velvet was a critical part of Liz’s aftercare. It allowed her to compose herself after a particularly hard punishment, and signaled it was time for bed. As Kara rubbed the pink, sweet smelling lotion onto the already welting bottom, Liz’s breathing began to fall into a steady pattern, eventually leading into light snoring.
Chuckling at how easy it was for Liz to fall asleep, she placed the lotion and hair brush on the nightstand beside her, then shut out the light. By the time Kara pulled up the comforter over both herself and the sleeping girl, the alarm clock flashed 2:30am. Yes, she was going to be tired in a few short hours waking up to her alarm clock. But Kara would rather take lack of sleep, knowing that Liz felt loved and understood she was worth the time to be made held accountable to better herself.
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