True Spanking Contest

Spanking Contest Part 10

True Spanking Contest Part 10
The Spanking Relationship

Her nose was running, eyes were puffy and red, and she was hiccup crying out of control. He decided to change things a little. He held out his arms, and she shuffled over to him and berried her face into his shoulder. He just held her as she was weeping in his arms as they just stood there in the middle of the room.

He held her until her breathing subsided some. He gently led her over the couch and sat down. She carefully pulled everything back up. And she finally spoke through her sniffling as she was just pulling her jeans up over her hips.

Dam, that’s burns like fire, Bill. I hate that dam thing now. She said.

Are you going to survive, Jill? He queried with a soft and genuine tone.

She was about to pull her zipper up, and she paused to wipe her eyes and noise quickly.

Oh yeah, no one ever died from a spanking, but shit, that hurt, especially with starting out instantaneously furious like that.

She was pulling her zipper and buttoning her jeans.

Well, we got a few more rounds left. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not worried about the books and. . .

As she was still sniffling As she interrupted him. No, Bill, a bet is a bet. It can be modified but not canceled. She said.

She buckled her belt and carefully sat down on his lap and put her arm around his neck. She made eye contact.

Bill, I don’t want to be obligated with an unresolved bet I made, no matter how bad it hurts. My dad was a Marine Recon, that’s special forces. He taught me never to quit and always keep my word. Just like I absolutely expected you to keep your word, too. But I wouldn’t mind a few more changes, though. Besides, I feel so close to you and not just because you’re beating my ass either. But I don’t quit, and I have to honor the agreement. I knew what I was getting into, and I knew what was coming.

He just stared at her and saw the measure of resolve in his eyes.

Alright, Jill, well finished the obligation for the bet. I reckon I should keep my word too here, so what changes do you want to make. She berried her face into his shoulder and began crying a little.

Thank you, Bill. I appreciate it. It is important to me to finish what I started. It’s my way of honoring my dad.

He just held her and stroked her hair.
But Bill, if you don’t mind, I like to negotiate a fair deal that still honors the obligation of the bet but not get my ass tore up with those tree switches. I know it has to still be really severe butt can we use something beside them? And can we split up the rounds with today and first thing in the morning. I’d also like to put off that 20-minute hand spanking for another week, so it’s two weeks to recover. Can we work something out? She queried.

Yeah, we can, but you should at least get the two rounds with the belts tonight, though.

Yeah, that fine, Bill. What can we do about those horrible switches?

Well, I could substitute that with the backscratcher, but the deal was that I wear those switches out, so it’s have to be something comparable to that. He remarked.

Yeah, I remember that dam backscratcher. But I would agree to that if you just don’t use those switches?

She was scrambling to think about a comparable option to wearing out three switches.

Bill, I have an idea?! She said.

Ok, what? She queried.

How about three separate single spanking sessions with the backscratcher instead of wearing out three switches? He suggested.