Her transgression was minor.

In fact it was hardly a transgression at all.

Now she thought about it she had really only been being good.

The young man who had come to mow the lawns and prune back some of the trees had been working hard and needed a drink. It was only right that she had taken him a drink out. And a couple of cookies.

Ok she had been and changed before she went out.

A shorter skirt that only came down to her mid thigh. A nicer blouse than she had been wearing, ok it was a bit tighter and a little more translucent and maybe she hadn't done up all the buttons but it as done up enough to cover her breasts. Just because it strained to restrain them wasn't actually a transgression.

Of course she had had to change her underwear to something that felt nicer than practical but didn't she deserve to feel nice.

It wasn't as if she had worn a tiny skirt and high heels.

No she couldn't be in any trouble.

She had watched him for a while first from the privacy of the living room window.

He had been clad in short jeans and work boots having removed his shirt once he had started working.

She had admired the muscles working beneath his sun bronzed skin.

She had admired the effortless way that he had used the tools that he had been using.

But he looked like he had needed a drink in the sun.

So she had put the glass of lemonade and a couple of cookies onto a tray and taken them outside to him.

He had been most courteous and had said thankyou.

It wasn't as if his eyes had been undressing her. Well ok they had but surely young men did that to every woman.

And ok she had gone a little coy and wiggled ever so slightly more than she could have.

But he had been working so hard surely he deserved a break.

She had returned inside to continue to do her jobs but honestly the dust on the curtains in the living room overlooking the garden, well it had to be cleaned, she thought that you wouldn't have believed that they had been washed the week before.

No she had just been being good and helpful and friendly.

Twice.

And now the attractive young man had gone, the garden was tidy and she had not transgressed at all.

Only he did not seem happy.

He left his office and went out to inspect the garden.

He returned to the house, looked at her and said "my office!"

It was his disappointed tone of voice.

The one that sends shivers down her back and spreads through her bottom.

It was the tone that brooks no argument, the one that is not raised but will be obeyed.

What had she done.

Surely she had done nothing wrong.

She had.

Every step of the way.

She had overstepped the mark on so many levels, not by much but by enough and several times.

She followed him, eyes downcast but not humbled.

She looked to see which belt he was wearing.

She swallowed.

It was a thick leather belt.

Maybe she should have thought to check earlier.

"Kneel!"

She knelt. Hands crossed on her lap, Body tall, shoulders back, head bowed.

Not slumped.

Not defeated.

But maybe penitent.

" Do I need to tell you what you did?"

Could she bluff it out?

"Yes"

"You spent the morning behaving like a common floozy"

Oops. Wrong answer.

" You changed into an outfit more fitting to a cheap bar, you behaved like a tart while offering him a drink, stared from the living room window like a bitch on heat and you do not think that you did anything wrong?"

She shook her head.

" Then you must think about it, kneel up"

Oh dear. This could be bad.

Hold your hands like so and pray for guidance and understanding while I think of a fitting punishment."

He sat back behind his desk and continued to work for what felt like an age.

As her knees started to ache she cast her mind over the day.

She had displeased him.

She had deliberately put on inappropriate clothing.

She had deliberately stayed out and flirted shamelessly with the very attractive young man.

Her mind wandered to the skin, the muscles, the very image of health.

" Your hands appear to have dropped. Have you received wisdom after only ten minutes?"

She shook her head.

He stood and picked up a rope from his desk. When had he put that there?

He took her hands and gently but firmly he tied them together as if in prayer.

He drew her hands up to a hook hanging from the ceiling, holding them into a position of prayer, once at the correct height he tied the rope off.

" Now continue to pray for wisdom and guidance"

He returned to his desk and continued to work.

She thought some more about watching the young man from the window while pretending to dust the curtains.

Maybe she had allowed her skirt to ride up just a little more than she should have, well ok quite a lot more than she should have.

And yes maybe she should have done up more of the buttons on her blouse.

Her shoulders started to burn.

Her knees ached.

Her thighs started to tremble with fatigue.

"I'm sorry. I truly am sorry" she blurted.

"Yes"

" I shouldn't have got changed. There was nothing wrong with what I was wearing, I shouldn't have stared, I shouldn't have lingered in the garden, I shouldn't have behaved that foolishly.

Please I am so sorry!"

He stood and walked to her. He put a finger beneath her chin and lifted her head towards him.

He looked into her eyes for a long moment.

"And what do you think that I should do to you?"

She swallowed.

"You should probably smack my bottom"

" Very good. How many spanks should you receive?"

" One for each transgression. "

"Which were.....?"

"The knickers, the skirt, the blouse, flirting, staring."

" Do not forget deceiving yourself about what you were doing. So six firm smacks on each cheek."

"Each?" That came out as rather a squeak.

"Yes"

He reached up and untied the rope.

He drew her to her feet and then lead her to a chair by the wall.

He turned her around and, taking hold of the hem, lifted the back of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband.

Gently he ran his hands up over her buttocks, stroking the lace of the underwear before tucking his fingers inside at the top and drawing them down over her buttocks and down to mid thigh. The cloth pulling away from her suddenly damp crotch.

He pulled her to his side. She stumbled slightly due to the hindering fabric around her legs.

Holding the rope still tied around her wrists he drew her down over his knees, adjusting her so that she was properly settled acros his lap.

He placed his left hand on the small of her back, firmly but gently pinning her down.

His right hand caressed the smooth skin of her bottom, gently squeezing it, enjoying the texture.

Then his hand moved away.

She felt him tense and then...

Smack.

The first blow fell.

The shock rippled through her.

His hand had landed just where here buttock met her thigh. Just where the curve met the hamstring.

She jumped slightly but couldn't go far as he pressed down with his left hand.

A glow of warmth flushed across her cheek beneath his hand.

His hand moved again.

Again she felt him tense.

Again she felt him move.

Again she felt the smack.

This time on her left buttock but in the same place.

Again the spread of warmth.

Again the sting.

Again the pressure on the small of her back stopping her from moving.

He stroked her buttocks again. Feeling the warmth of her skin. The contrast between areas.

His hand withdrew.

He tensed.

Smack.

This time again on her right cheek.

One finger width higher than before.

Again the hand withdrew.

Again he tensed.

Smack.

Her left buttock.

Again one finger width higher than before.

Again he stroked her buttocks.

He squeezed them, separating them, s though to check on the exposed flesh between them.

Again his hand withdrew.

Again he tensed.

Again she felt..

Smack.

Her right buttock. Again on finger width higher than the last.

His hand withdrew.

He tensed.

Smack.

Left buttock.

One finger width higher.

This was starting to hurt.

The flush of heat through her flesh.

The traitorous flush of moisture between her legs.

He was enjoying this.

He was taking his time.

Again he stroked her.

Again he squeezed her.

Again his hand withdrew.

He tensed.

Smack.

She jumped.

She was restrained.

Smack

The heat,

The flush.

The stroke.

The squeeze.

The gentle parting of the buttocks.

His fingers stroked the cleft of her buttocks from her thighs to her back.

He tensed.

Smack.

Each blow landing one finger width above the previous blow on that cheek.

Smack.

The pain.

The heat.

The world dissolving around her.

Her world has become the pain in her buttocks.

The very room that they were in seemed to have vanished.

She hates that this made her feel like this.

But she loved it as well.

His hand withdrew.

He tensed.

And then stroked her once more.

The traitorous wetness between her legs.

How could he have such control of her.

How could he....

Smack.

The sixth and final time on her right buttock.

His hand withdrew.

He tensed.

Smack.

The final blow.

As even as every stroke before.

The final flush of pain.

The final flush of warmth.

The final traitorous surge between her legs.

He held her pinned down.

He stroked her flowing cheeks.

And then he stood her back on her feet.

Knickers teased up over her tortured flesh. Smoothed in place.

He untucked her skirt from her waistband and let it fall.

He sat her on his lap and held her against him.

She rested her head on his.

He unstrung the rope from around her wrists and held her some more.

She sat with her bottom glowing beneath her skirt.

She was held. She was safe.

She was warm.

More so in some places.

They sat together for a moment.

Then she stood up and stroked his hair.

Her eyes re focused on the room.

" Good girl. Remember that the penitent man kneels before God. And the penitent girl kneels before

She left the chair and walked to the door.

" Are you preparing lunch?"

"Yes"

" I will be down in a moment."

"Love you Lee"

"Love you too."

"Now shoo! I have a call to make"

She went down the stairs, her bottom glowing beneath her shirt.

As she reached the bottom she hears him say

" Hello. It's Aiden Raith. Yes everything is perfect. Could I book him for two weeks time please? Thankyou!".