The Smilingwithteeth News

Yes, you heard right, there is a new story at the Janitorium! After enjoying this story, be sure to check out all Steven’s stories at his story archive webpage. It seems fitting that an update like this would appear on Valentines Day!

The Proposal

by Janitor Steve

Patty was once again lying face down across her husband’s lap.  Her skirt had already been lifted and her panties were now lowered just enough for her entire backside to be bared to her husband’s eyes.  She knew that soon the hairbrush would be applied to her fanny until she was crying heart-felt tears.  She had been in this position many times in the past so today’s bare fanny blistering came as no surprise to her.  As Steven rubbed and patted her butt cheeks, her mind drifted back to the day Steven had proposed marriage to her.

They had spent an enjoyable day at the Zoo and right in front of the monkey cage Steven knelt down and asked her to marry him.  Patty had been wondering when he’d finally pop the question.   She was about to accept, however before she could get the words out, Steven stopped her.  He placed a finger over her lips and then he spoke these words, “Patty, before you give me your answer, you must understand that once we are married, I am going to rule the house with an iron hand.  “I have spanked you in the past, but the spankings will continue and they won’t always be in the form of foreplay.  I will use spankings as real punishments and they will not be pleasant.  Before you agree to marry me, I have to know that you can accept and abide by what I’ve just told you.”

Patty smiled and told Steven she loved him and that she knew at times she really did deserve a spanking and she respected him for having the nerve to give her what she sometimes needed.  “Patty, I need to know for sure, so tonight I am going to punish you for the first time.”  “You have been behaving in a less than acceptable way lately, so I think a preview of what is going to happen after we walk down that aisles is needed.”  Patty felt her heart start to race in her chest and she felt both exhilarated and frightened at the same time.  Steven had indeed spanked her before and hard too, but how hard would these new spankings be, she wondered?  Steven told her he’d be by her house that evening at 10 PM sharp.  He instructed her to only be wearing a bra and panties when he arrived.

As 10 PM neared, Patty was starting to feel a tingling in her backside.   When she was a kid, a friend of hers father took his daughter into his bedroom because she had used the swimming pool after he had told her not too.   When he announced a spanking Patty felt her own bottom begin to tingle.  Now those same  “little girl,” feelings were back.  Then, just like that, the doorbell rang.

She opened the door and Steven stepped into the house.  His facial expression was one of a man who was in a very serious mood.  If she had doubted that Steven was serious about what he had told her, she no longer doubted any of it.  She was going over his knee for a spanking she knew she’d never forget.  Steven took her by the hand and seated himself on one of the kitchen chairs.  He then pulled her over his knee and began to rub and pat her panty-clad behind.  “Lately, you’ve been keeping me waiting too long when I come to pick you up.” “If our date is for 8, don’t keep me waiting around until 9 before you are dressed.  “Also, I know you like it when I tell you I love you, but your days of flirting with other guys just to get my attention are over.” “I’ve noticed a sharp increase in you using swear words.” “That needs to stop.” “I hope I won’t have to punish you again for this because next time around it will mean the belt.” Steven picked up the hairbrush and showed it to her.  “This is the brush that I will use when I need to punish you.”  “It is made of ebony and as you’ll see, it stings to beat the band.” As Patty clenched her butt cheeks, Steven told her to “relax your muscles back here,” and he then placed his fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Steven, please not bare,” Patty practically cried out.  “Bare, Patricia Ann is how it’s always going to be administered. He then tugged her panties down and picked up the hairbrush.

The brush landed and Patty was surprised by how much it hurt.  She never felt pain like this from a spanking before, but this spanking HURT! Only 10 swats in and her eyes were welling up with tears. Steven ignored this and continued to punish his fiancés buttocks. As he spanked he scolded her and reminded her of why she was being punished. Patty found herself promising to be a good girl and to “never do it again.”   The spanking just went on and on and Patty began to fear Steven might never put down that awful hairbrush. She was crying hard now, her tears falling to the carpeting below.  She was no longer able to speak. She just went limp over Steven’s knee and anticipated the next time the brush would assault her poor sore bottom. Steven applied that brush 50 times before he felt that Patty had been given a true sampling of what a real spanking was all about. Patty remained over his knee for almost 10 minutes before she had composed herself enough to speak. She looked back at Steven and finally spoke for the first time since her spanking. “Yes Steven, I will marry you.”

Patty’s attention now came back to her current position. She readied herself for what was to come.

THE END

This is Steven’s newest story, which I will shortly be adding to his story archive.    Steven wrote this story in the hopes of submitting it to a story contest at the SSS newsgroup, unfortunately, they only have 500 word categories this year.   Steven’s story ran close to 550 words.    The friendly posters at the Bottomlines Forum would like for this story to have been longer, much longer, and are clamoring for another chapter!  ….or two!

Therapy for the Therapist

Frank Blossman was sweating now.  This was simply too difficult to be done without feeling the emotional fallout.  Frank took a deep breath as he continued his trip back to those bygone days of his childhood.  A childhood that was both joyous and wondrous yet had more than its fair share of trauma.  Frank always felt that if it were not for bad parents, there would be no need for the services of a shrink.

“I remember the time I was riding my bike with my brother.  “We were coming down this steep hill which my dad had told us………….”

The sound of the phone ringing interrupted Frank in mid-sentence.

“Hello.  “Oh yes sweetie, it’s fine.  “You can go, just call me later and let me know you got there OK and what time you need me to pick you up.”

With that Jennifer Palmer put the phone down.  Frank wasn’t very happy now.  He lost his train of thought yet again.  It seemed that the phone was a regular part of their weekly sessions.  This was not the first time the phone had rung in the middle of Frank’s hour. An hour he paid for but certainly didn’t seem to own.

Before Frank could say a word, Dr. Palmer said, “OK, we have to stop now.”  Frank looked at his watch and saw it was only 3:30.

“We’ve only been here for 30 minutes,” Frank said.

“Wasn’t our session for half an hour today?” Jennifer asked.

Frank took a deep breath, hiding his anger.  “No, our sessions are always for an hour.”

Dr. Palmer looked at her schedule and then apologized. “Yes, I see.  I guess I forgot.  “I hope I didn’t schedule my next patient for 3:30.  “I need to check that out.”

So Frank sat and waited as Dr. Palmer made a phone call to the patient she sees after him, to make sure he was not already on his way to her.  As it turned out, she could not get him on the phone.  About five minutes later, another interruption as “Larry,” the next patient arrived at her office.  She excused herself and went to speak with him.  It didn’t take too long and she was back saying he was OK and would come back at 4.  Still, all these interruptions had made Frank wonder if this therapist could ever help him.

At 4, with the session now over, Frank handed Dr. Palmer payment for the hour.  He was due $10 change.  When he was not given any, he said, “I need change of $10.”

“Oh, how much do I charge you?”

“You charge me $10 less than I just gave you, Dr. Palmer.”

With his $10 in hand Frank left the office.

He drove home and called Dr. Palmer and told her he was not coming back.  He told her why and she admitted she had been less than attentive and apologized. She offered him a free session, but Frank said, “Remember when I told you about my perversion?”

“Yes,” Dr. Palmer said.

“If you want me to come back, I will demonstrate it on you, first hand!”

After an audible sigh was heard on the other end of the phone, Dr. Palmer’s voice said, “So see you next week then?”

“Yes,” Frank said, “I think we shall certainly need the full hour!”

The End