Tabitha's Guardian (12 page)

“Yes, sir. I already know that, but she
needs consequences in order to forgive herself.”

“I agree. You know my little Tabby well. I
am so glad she chose you, Owen. When I was so ill last year, my
biggest fear was leaving Tabby alone in the world. It is a relief
that I do not need to worry over that. I know you will always keep
her safe.”

“I give you my promise that I will always do
my best.”

Jenson slapped him on the back, and then
gave him a manly hug. “At least our dinner is already cooking if
they are too wroth with us to feed us.”

Owen smiled at Jenson’s joke, and then
followed him up the steps. Janice’s bedroom was at the end of the
hall, and with the soundproofing in the house, they should all have
complete privacy.

* * * * *

“Jenson Burnside! I cannot believe you
humiliated me like that in front of the children!” Janice harped at
him the moment he opened her bedroom door. “How dare you threaten
to spank me in front of them? What will they think?”

“They will think that I love you and will
not permit you to behave as you have done today. You may remove
your skirts and panties, Janice. I will not spank you over clothing
of any kind.”

“The children are here and we agreed we
would be discreet while they are here! I cannot permit you to see
me without clothing while they are in the house!” Her cheeks were a
bright red with embarrassment.

“You are going to be spanked, my dear, and
spankings are given on a bare butt. Arguing with me is causing me
to consider using the strap on you.”

“No! Please do not do that, Jenson! Father
used to do that and it was unbearable. I have such bad memories; I
beg you not to use a strap!” Janice was crying at the very
idea.

“I will refrain from using anything but my
hand as long as you bare yourself and prepare for the sound
spanking you have earned today.”

“What did I do to earn a punishment?” she
asked, clearly unaware of his reasons.

“We will discuss each issue, my dear. Are
you going to obey me now, or must I resort to sterner
measures?”

“I shall obey you, but I feel this is
inappropriate with the children in the house!”

“Sweetie, they are not children. Owen is
only a few years younger than you, and Tabby has grown into a
responsible young woman.”

“That does not make my embarrassment any
less!” she complained, but she was finally undoing the buttons on
her dress, and taking it off. She then removed her shoes, her slip,
and then her pretty panties.

Janice was left wearing just her camisole,
and Jenson told her to leave it on. He did not wish for this
spanking to be sexual in any way. It was a punishment, not a
reward. “I want you to bend over and put your hands flat on the
bed. Stick out your butt, and spread your legs apart. I am going to
spank every spankable inch of your backside.”

“I still do not know why you are so wroth
with me!”

“First of all, your communicator. I cannot
believe you lost it two weeks ago and have not yet replaced it!”
His palm connected with her left buttock, leaving a nice, bright
handprint there. “I know it is not a matter of money, because,
surely, you would have said something to me and asked me to help
you. Is this correct?” he wanted to know. A moment later another
handprint colored her other cheek.

“Ow! I cannot think when you spank me,
Jenson!” she complained. “It is not a matter of money; I have
simply been having fun spending my time with you and did not wish
to spend a moment of our time running out to get another
communicator. I am sorry! I know now that it was not wise to put
off the purchase. I realized today that I had no way to call for
help if that man actually took Tabby! I felt inept.”

“Now we are getting somewhere. This first
spanking is to remind you to order another communicator before you
go to bed tonight. If this is not done tonight, you will receive
another spanking for this in the morning. Is this understood,
Janice?” Jensen asked, his voice firm as could be.

“It is understood,” she agreed, positive he
was finished spanking her for not replacing her communicator. She
quickly learned she was wrong! “Ow!” she cried out when he spanked
her again, and then again. “What are you doing? I said I was sorry,
and I agreed to order a new communicator tonight. I thought we were
done with this?”

“There are consequences, Janice. A spanking
will remind you to be sure you carry your communicator in the
future.” With that explanation, he used his hand to set her butt on
fire. Her cheeks were a bright red, and then he spanked her upper
thighs. Janice was dancing in place, hopping from one foot to the
other, wiggling her butt to try to avoid his hand, but his aim was
true, and he was not going to stop until she calmed down and
accepted the punishment as due. “You need to settle down and accept
this spanking, Janice. It is not going to stop until you show some
sign of remorse by submitting to this warming.”

Janice tried hard to stop wiggling her
bottom and to keep her feet on the floor, but it was difficult.
Jenson continued to spank her, this time concentrating on her
tender sit spots. It really hurt, and she started bawling. “I am so
sorry, Jenson! I will do better now, I promise.”

The spanking stopped.

“Good.” He helped her stand up, and then he
walked her to an empty corner of the room. “I will give you time to
rest a bit before we continue. I would like you to think about what
I asked you to do this morning, and if you did it. If you did not,
I would like to know why.” Jenson left her there, and it was
several minutes before Janice stopped crying. He gave her another
two minutes, and then he called out, “You may turn around and come
back over here, sweetie.”

Janice approached him, dread in her
stomach.

“What did I ask you to do this morning?”

“You asked me to be careful, and to be aware
of my surroundings. No, I did not pay much attention to what was
going on around us. Tabby and I were engrossed in the different
fabrics.”

“Do you consider that a good reason to ignore
my wishes?”

“No, but Jenson, neither Tabby nor I thought
what happened yesterday was sinister. We were convinced it was a
case of mistaken identity. I am sorry I was not more aware. If I
had seen the man, I could have summoned the law officers… If I had
a communicator,” she whispered the last words.

“Did you obey me, or honor my wishes?”

“No, Jenson,” Janice tearfully admitted. “I
have learned from my mistakes.”

“I am sure you are learning a valuable
lesson. I would like for you to find something that I can spank you
with, and I suggest you take this seriously, my love. If I have to
choose, I will pick your hairbrush, and I will add an additional
fifty spanks.”

Janice gave him a horrified look, and she
started looking for something Jenson could spank her with that
would not kill her already sore bottom, and yet satisfy him. She
looked around. “I do not see anything that you would accept,
Jenson! I am all nerves now! Please do not spank me anymore; I am
so sorry!”

“Janice, you earned the punishment, and you
will receive it. You have a couple more minutes to select
something.”

Janice was in tears as she continued to look
around, and when she was positive she was out of time, she picked
up a long stake she had purchased to put in a plant. It was at
least fifteen inches tall, and a quarter of an inch in diameter. It
was very light, and she could only hope it would break and Jenson
would feel guilty! “Here, this is all I can find.”

“I hope you do not think that this will not
be painful, Janice? It will act like a cane, and it will leave
welts if I spank you very hard with it.” When her eyes grew large,
he shook his head. “Do not look at me like that. You are the one
who picked this, and now you will feel it. You may either bend over
the bed again or lie over my lap and I will hold you.”

“I would rather be held, Jenson. It is more
intimate, and I feel safer when you hold me. Will you please be
gentle with me? I did not know this rod would act like a cane.”

“I am going to spank you and give you a
lesson. I am not going to cane you, Janice. That is a very severe
punishment, and while you were careless, you do not deserve a harsh
caning. Now, will you please accept your spanking without more
fuss?”

“Yes. I am so sorry,” she said as she slid
over his lap. Jenson wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled
her even closer.

“Do not kick, Janice, and do not ask me to
stop. You may cry, you may tell me it hurts, but you must lie still
and accept this spanking, and you must not ask me to stop. If you
do either, you will get another spanking after this one. Are you
ready?” he asked.

“Yes.” To her surprise, the first few swats
with the rod were not particularly hard. Oh, she could feel them,
but his hand was much harder than the rod. However, as the spanking
progressed, the sting grew more and more unbearable, and it finally
got to the point where she had to repress her urge to ask him to
stop spanking her, especially her sit spots. She was in terrible
pain, and she could not even kick her feet! “It hurts!” she finally
allowed herself to cry. “Oh, Jenson, you are really hurting
me!”

He gave her a few more, and then he stopped.
“You did well, Janice.”

“May we be done with this now?” she
begged.

“I am afraid not, sweetie. You were
encouraging Tabby to defy and disobey Owen, and you cannot do
that.”

“Did Owen complain about me?” Her lower lip
trembled.

“He did not complain, but he did tell me a
couple of things you said. Sweetie, you cannot run interference in
Tabby and Owen’s marriage. If you recall, you tried doing the same
when Tabby was little… running interference for her with her mother
and me. I told you then that I would spank you if you did it again,
and I always keep my word, even if it has been years.” He brought
his hand down on her upper thigh, and continued to reheat every
inch of her thighs, then her sit spots, and finally, her butt
cheeks. He was proud of Janice for lying still and accepting the
punishment he offered. He finally stopped and then said, “I am
going to stop much sooner than I intended, because you really made
an effort to submit to the punishment. I am proud of you, Janice,
honey. Sit up now, my dear, and let me hold you. I love you, and
you are too smart and too sweet to ignore my warnings, especially
when I am only trying to protect you and keep you safe.”

“I promise I will do better, Jenson,” she
tearfully proclaimed.

“I know you will, honey.” He reached for her
long robe and placed it around her so that she was covered. “There
now; let me hold you. You are shaking, sweet lady. Would you like
to lie down and take a nap?”

“No; I am fine now. I hate spankings when
they are happening, but I like afterwards, when you hold me close
and make me feel cherished and safe. Will you help me pick out a
good communicator?” she asked.

* * * * *

Tabitha hated being sent upstairs like a
wayward child. Her father used to send her to her room to think
when she did something he considered wrong. Then he would talk to
her, explain why he felt it was wrong, and he would usually give
her an essay to write, or some type of community service to
perform. She always hated not knowing what to expect, but now she
knew precisely what to expect! Her husband spanked, and she really
did not want a spanking. She simply forgot her communicator; was
that so terrible?

Owen entered the bedroom to find his wife
pacing the floor in agitation. “You can prepare yourself for a
spanking, wife.”

“Why? All I did was forget my communicator!
That is not a good reason to spank someone!”

“How did you intend to call for help if you
needed it?”

“Owen, I forgot to put my communicator into
my purse; I did not deliberately leave it here so I could not
contact you or help if necessary. I simply forgot!”

“And your forgetfulness needs to be
addressed, honey.” His voice was soft, but firm. “Take off your
panties, and your dress, or you may pull it up to your waist. A
little spanking will remind you to take your communicator with you
when you are permitted to leave the house again.”

She looked at him
questioningly. “
When I am permitted to
leave the house again
? What do you mean,
Owen? Are you confining me to this house?” The hurt in her eyes was
unmistakable.

“It is not meant to be a punishment, Tabby,
but for your protection. Jenson and I feel that you and Janice will
be safer here. We do not wish to give that stalker another
opportunity to harm one of you.”

“I refuse to live in fear, Owen. I have
things I wish to do outside this home.” Her voice was firm, and it
caused her husband to frown. “I am sorry if this disturbs you,
husband, but I will not accept confinement because there is some
person out there getting his kicks following us around. I will not
be caught unaware if there is a next time. In fact, I would welcome
the opportunity to make his life as miserable as possible. I will
not show this person fear!”

“I believe you have forgotten that you are
now a married woman, and that you promised to obey me, wife.” While
he was speaking, Owen reached for Tabitha and pulled her over to
their bed. He sat down and tugged her down over his left thigh so
that her upper body rested on the bed. His hand cracked against her
bottom, imparting a sting that he knew could be felt through her
clothing. He repeated the spank and this time he heard Tabitha draw
in a sharp breath, trying to prevent herself from crying out in
pain. “I will not permit you to disobey me,” he said firmly,
spanking her again. “I will not permit you to place yourself in
harm’s way.” The spanking continued, and the palm of his hand was
stinging furiously by the time he stopped.