Embraced by Faulkner, Carolyn (books for 8th graders .TXT) 📕

its familiar station in the middle of the room, as Meg watched and occasionally sniffled. Barrett sat, then commanded, “Come here.”

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She felt as if she was walking her last mile, since she really had no idea what to expect from a spanking, much less a spanking from him, each step was another measure into the surreal world where her mistakes were taken out on her bottom by a firm, caring, loving man who was close to twice her size. It was almost as if, with this spanking, there was no going back. He would always be there, ready to apply his own brand of justice to her butt whenever she needed it. When she finally stood in front of him, he cleared his throat, then reached for the top button of her jeans, pulling them and her panties down to just above her knees in one swipe. It was too bad that the first time he saw her intimately was when he was going to paddle her bottom, but he tried not to think of that as he lay her gently over his lap. Meg wasn’t much bigger than Mandy, and he was able to position her much the same, holding her further wrist against the small of her back. This made it harder for her to wiggle away, and, he was just discovering, made her arch her back and thrust her bottom out brazenly, as if reaching for the smack of his hand.

She could feel him lay his palm over her butt, and realized what Mandy had known for quite some time – he had very large hands that could cover the entire of a defenseless girl’s bottom in one stroke. Meg bit her lip before the spanking even began. This was not going to be a picnic.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, Sweetheart, but this was very serious transgression, and if a blistered fanny is what it takes for you to be a more responsible, then so be it. It’s going to hurt, and for a first time it’s going to hurt bad. I won’t make you count, this time.”

She didn’t have time to mull over his “this time” addendum before that first spank fell, and after that it was all over for her.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the devastating

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combination of being totally vulnerable, bare bottomed, and held in place by a giant hulk of a man who was applying the flat of his hand to her ass cheeks in a very methodical manner and with all of his considerable strength. It was downright unbearable from the beginning. Meg had never thought anything could hurt so much as the unrelenting *smack*smack*smack* of flesh to flesh. He concentrated on her butt, but also lay many resounding spanks to the back of her thighs. Nothing stopped him, not pleas for mercy, not the incessant scissor kicking of her legs, not copious tears.

Her humiliation hit its peak when he began to lecture her as he paddled. “Do you realize,” he accented each word with a slap,

“that you put everyone on this ranch at risk?”

*spank*slap*smack*swat* “All the people, all the animals, everyone and everything? Butch, Mandy, me, everyone. Just because you couldn’t take the time or have the presence of mind to make sure that you’d turned those two burners off before you ran out into the yard to find out who got hurt.” If anything, the lecturing made him increase his tempo. Her bottom was a fiery red well before he was done with her.

*Smack*swat*slap*whap*

Would it never end? Meagan had not one thought in her head except pain. She had been entirely unprepared for how much a spanking actually hurt. And, for a control-freak, there was the added bonus that she knew there was literally nothing she could do to make him even slow down, short of dying. She had to lay there and take it, balling like a six-year-old, crying, screaming, whining, begging. All to no avail. He was as impenetrable as a rock. No amount of promises of better behavior, moans, or cries had any effect on him.

Barrett paddled her beautiful bottom until it was an unbecoming shade of plum red when he finally stopped. Meagan

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had gotten to that point where she had expelled all her breath in one long cry, and hadn’t gulped it back in yet. Her mouth was wide-open just inches above the pretty flowered carpet, which was now damped by a steady stream of her salty tears. When she would have struggled up, he held her in place. With Mandy, there was no need to assert his control, his dominance. She grew up looking to him for guidance, leadership, and to set rules and enforce them as to her behavior.

With Meg, things were different. Meg was not his little sister who worshipped the ground he walked on because he made the sun rise and set every morning using a switch in this very room.

Meg would probably always struggle with the idea of him spanking her and her lack of control about that, and he felt she needed to spend a little time bare, swollen, bottom up over his lap, just to absorb the vulnerability of her position and the implications of it.

This may have been the first time she was ever held accountable for her actions, but this was going to be far from the last if he had anything to say about it. And he did intend to have everything to say about it.

After several minutes, he helped her up. Meg jerked away from him, refusing his assistance in righting her clothes