David hesitated. But then he thought that Sharon would not be happy if he didn't do his part. So he carried the paddle up the stairs and across the landing to Sharon's bedroom door. Should he knock first? His Dad had never knocked on the bedroom door that David could remember. His Dad never bothered to ever knock on any of their bedroom doors. He just would just walk in. It didn't matter if David and his brothers were sleeping, dressing, undressed or whatever. That was the military way, David thought. What was privacy to a bunch of boys? Still, what would Sharon think?
David decided not to knock. He fumbled with the door knob using his left hand. The paddle was in his right. He pushed the door open. There was a lamp on by Sharon's bed. And Sharon was sitting on the edge of her bed facing the door. Wearing only her panties. It seemed strange. David wondered why. He had seen her in only her panties several times and not just when she was in the process of dressing or undressing. Sharon had her hands on the edge of the bed. He thought that she would have been waiting there with her arms crossed over her bare breasts. He tried to remember how he had sat on his bed to wait for his Dad to come in. Sometimes sitting just like Sharon on the edge of the bed. Sometimes, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed? Sometimes lying on his stomach and trying to read a textbook. But not being able to focus enough to really comprehend what he was trying to read.
Sharon looked up at him as he walked in. Her eyes moved from his face to the paddle that he was carrying and then back to his face. She looked glum. She looked down at the floor and kept her eyes down. Was she pretending to feel shame or was she really feeling shame, David thought? It looked like the real thing.
David stood there, not quite sure what to do next. This was one of those moments when he half-hoped that she would call the whole thing off. But she didn't and he knew that she wouldn't. So, he said, "Do you know why you are being punished?". Which is sometimes what his Dad had said. There usually wasn't any "Tell me exactly what happened" involved once his Dad arrived.
Sharon nodded, "Because I broke my word."
David nodded too and said, "Stand up. Turn around. Face the bed. Panties down to your ankles. Then bend over. Put your hands on the bed."
Sharon stood up and turn around. There was a moment's hesitation before she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them all the way down to her ankles. She was now almost as bare as she could be. Sharon bent over and placed her hands on the top of the bed about two feet apart. She looked straight ahead instead of looking back at him or down at the bed. David thought that her position was very much like how it had been for him at home. Or even getting paddled in the principal's office or in gym class. He remembered being told to look straight ahead while being bent over the principal's desk or a chair or in the locker room over a metal bench or the coach's desk.
David walked over to her and took up a position just to her left. The paddle was in his right hand. He had to think about how far he needed to be behind her and to her left to give swats with his right hand. He thought that he was in about the right spot. As much as he had been paddled over the years, it had never occurred to him that whomever paddled him had to be in the right spot to do it right. It made sense.
He raised the paddle. And hesitated again. How much force was the right amount? He didn't know. He really didn't want to hurt Sharon. Would she know the difference between a light swat and a much harder one? She had said that she deserved to be punished the same as her brothers and David had experienced. But did she mean it? And could he even tell as the paddler how much force was the right amount?
So he decided to go with a light swat at first to see what her reaction would be. He guessed that his Dad and all those teachers, principals and coaches at school had learned to paddle by doing it for years. And maybe in the beginning, they had swatted too hard or too soft and had learned to adjust based on what they saw and heard from the kid being paddled? Was that the reason that he had been spanked bare at home and in the locker room?
He swung the paddle and connected with the middle of her butt. It was what he thought was a light swat just to see. He was right. The sound of the swat connecting with Sharon's butt didn't sound too loud. Although he also realized in that split second that the sound alone might not be enough to know how much force he had used. Sharon had moved a little after the swat. But she had not done what David and some boys sometimes had done after a first paddle swat. Which was stand straight-up and grab their butts. And then they would be told that they had better get bent back over or the next time they moved like that, there would be extra swats added. David paused, trying to decide whether that swat was about right or not. Sharon broke the silence by saying, "I need to be paddled the same as you boys were. No more light swats. That one was just for practice. Now, three hard swats."
David paused and then raised the paddle back up a little higher than he had raised it for the first swat. He was guessing how much acceleration was needed. This time, he swung the paddle with what he thought was about twice as much speed as the first swat had. The paddle connected with her butt and made a much louder swat sound that echoed off the walls. Sharon stood up and grabbed her butt with both hands. He was concerned that the swat had been too much until Sharon said, "Now, two more just like that one." She had anticipated his reluctance to swat her hard. She bent back over. David raised the paddle and connected again with a swat that sounded and felt like the one before. Sharon didn't raise up again but she flinched and gasped like the air had been knocked out of her. Still, she stayed in position bent over the bed.
David raised the paddle and, with the same force, swatted her butt again. Sharon raised-up and grabbed her butt with both hands. That wouldn't have been allowed for him as a kid but he didn't want to add any extra swats without her understanding what the rules were first. He could see through her hands that her butt was very red where the paddle had connected.
So she had gotten three and a half swats. Which David thought was more than enough for her offense. Especially since he had broken the same deal that she had. Still facing away from him, Sharon said, "Corner time now. Pick a corner for me." Her voice sounded strained. Like she was teary but not crying. She was definitely feeling the effects of three hards swats.
David looked around the room. There were two corners that were fine for that. He told Sharon to go to the corner to her right. She kicked her panties off her feet so she could walk to the corner. She put herself facing the corner. But then she asked, "What am I supposed to be doing in the corner? Hands on my head? Nose against the corner?"
David thought back to his own experiences. "Yes, hands on your head. Nose touching the corner." Sharon did that and then asked, "How long?"
He thought quickly and said, "Until I tell you to come out". Then he turned and left her bedroom. With some regret, as he had been admiring her nude body on display. Once outside her bedroom, he realized that he was hard again. Was it paddling her or seeing her nude in the corner that had gotten him aroused. His penis was stiff in his underpants. Uncomfortably. He left her bedroom door open. David wasn't sure why he did that. At home, his Dad had closed his bedroom door when he left after spanking him when he had been a teen. There had been times when David or his brothers had been younger and spanked in their parents' bedroom and then put in the corner bare butt. Their parents had left their own bedroom door open so that anyone walking past could see them standing in a corner. But David knew that his parents did that so they could check to make sure that David and his brothers stayed in the corner the whole time. He remembered that one of his brothers had gotten out of the corner once. Very unwise. His brother had ended up getting a second, harder spanking for getting out of the corner and then had to serve even longer in a corner in the living room where everyone could see him.
David went downstairs and sat back on the couch. He had to adjust himself in his jeans. Then he wasn't sure what to do while Sharon served her corner time. He went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. His mouth was suddenly very dry. He badly needed to pee but wasn't sure that he could as hard as he was. He went to the downstairs bathroom and tried. Nothing. He would have to wait a few minutes. David went back to the couch and poured two glasses of wine. One for himself and one for Sharon to have in a few minutes. He took a small sip from his glass and then drank some more water. He went back to the bathroom and was just barely able to pee. Back to the couch. He hadn't looked at any clock so he wasn't sure how long to leave Sharon in the corner. 30 minutes sounded about right.
He sat in silence in the living room. He heard nothing from upstairs. It was dark outside. He went back into the kitchen and turned on the light over the stove top and a small lamp in the dining room. Then he returned to the living room, turned on another small lamp across from the couch, and the front porch lights. The house was still dimly lit. There was no point in turning on more lights. But it depended on what would happen next. The house next door was completely dark when David looked that way. The house on the other side of Sharon's was also dimly lit, like the neighbors were not home or were watching television in another room.
When David decided that surely 30 minutes had passed, he walked up stairs and looked into Sharon's bedroom. She was still in the corner with her hands on top of her head and her nose pressed in the corner. He hadn't really doubted that she would still be in that position. After all, she seemed intent on being punished the same way that David had been and as she thought her brothers had been too. He watched her for a minute. She may not have known that he was there. Although he guessed that she had probably heard him coming up the stairs. The stairs had creaked as he had walked up. He remembered as an older boy hearing the stairs creak while he was waiting for his Dad to come home. Every creak on the stairs increased the tension and that he was about to be spanked. But Sharon had already been paddled so any creak on the stairs now meant that David was coming up and about to let her out of the corner. He continued to watch Sharon in the corner for a few more seconds. He wasn't sure why he was having a hard time deciding how to tell her that her corner time was up.
She didn't speak. Her butt had obviously been paddled. There were red swat marks across her butt checks.
Finally, David said, "You can come out of the corner now."
When she turned around, there were what looked like tear stains on her face. He hadn't heard her crying so these must have been silent tears. He knew that feeling. When he was a young boy, he had cried loudly in the corner after being spanked. But once he got older, it was considered shameful for boys to cry. Tears were not that okay but sobbing or crying out loud was definitely a sign of being a baby. He remembered being in the corner that last time at age 14 and having just gotten the worst spanking ever from his Dad. His face had been soaked with tears. But he had stifled the sobs so his brothers wouldn't hear him crying. There had been a lot of heavy breathing that was close to crying. But the pain had been too great to suppress. His brothers had watched him get that spanking but had been told to leave the bedroom by their Dad once David was ordered into the corner.
Sharon came over to him and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. He was caught off-guard by this. But he started kissing her strongly back. He felt more aroused than ever. He wondered if Sharon was as turned-on as he was.
She then took David by the hand and led him downstairs. Sharon was nude. David was clothed but not for long. Once Sharon led him to the living room, she quickly took off his shirt and unzipped his jeans. She pushed him back onto the sofa and pulled his shoes, socks and jeans off. Then she reached his underpants and pulled them off too. From between the cushions of the couch, she pulled a condom out and rolled it down onto his hard erection. After making sure that the condom was all the way on, Sharon lowered herself onto David's penis. She then gently moved him until he was lying flat on the sofa and she was on top of him. She leaned over and began kissing him while riding him slowly. Had David not cum last night, he might have cum immediately now. He thought that the rubber was probably slowing down his arousal. And, fortunately, Sharon thought so too. Otherwise, she might have been suspicious about how long he was lasting. She was enjoying the ride. But then she decided to change the action.
Sharon carefully got off of David and rolled slowly off the sofa and onto the floor in front of it. She was lying on her back between the sofa and the coffee table. Then she reached up and pulled David over on top of her. She grabbed his penis and inserted him. David began slowing humping her. Sharon was surprised by how long he was lasting given that he had been deprived for a week. Most boys that she had slept with came really fast the first time. But she knew that David was better in that way naturally and, besides, wearing a rubber usually slowed down even the most aroused boy. She was enjoying how long he was going this time. She started to moan softly. Which turned David on even more. A few seconds after Sharon came, David came too. It wasn't as strong an orgasm for either one of them since they had both broken their agreement the night before. But still. She pulled the used condom off his penis and left it on the coffee table.
The nice thing was that it didn't take David long to get hard again. Sharon helped by giving him some hand stimulation followed by a little oral. David responded with some oral for her. But after a couple of minutes of that, Sharon was much more interested in him getting back into her. She stood and pulled his arms so he stood up too. She led him by his erection into the kitchen, stopping by the stove top to turn off the small light there. She then led him to the kitchen table and pulled another rubber out of a small box there. It occurred to David that Sharon had left condoms around the house. She had definitely planned their evening.
After David rolled the new rubber on, Sharon leaned over the kitchen so that he could enter her pussy from behind. David could see the red swat marks on her butt in the faint light coming from the small lamp in the dining room as he bent over her. He wondered if his thrusting from behind would be painful on her paddled bottom. She didn't seem to mind, though. David lasted even longer this time. Sharon came twice before he did this time. She wasn't done yet.
Sharon led him upstairs to her bedroom and had him lie down on her bed. Then she went back downstairs to get the two glasses of wine that she had seen on the living room table. As she picked up the wine glasses, she noticed the used condom that she had left on the coffee table. Out of curiosity, she picked it up to see David's semen. Just like a doctor's kid, she thought. Always curious. She carried the used rubber over to the table lamp so she could see its contents clearly. It contained what she guessed was about a one-half inch of a milky fluid down in the tip. Didn't seem like much semen for a first ejaculation after a week of not cumming, she thought. This wasn't the first time that she had examined a boy's used rubber. She had even looked at one that David had worn when they had first started sleeping together. Some girls might be grossed out by condom full of a boy's semen. But Sharon found it fascinating. Just another thing that was both pleasurable and scientific about having sex, she mused. Didn't seem to be much semen in this rubber. She had expected his used condom to have an inch or so of semen at the tip. Especially after a full week of going without. She might have to look up an interesting fact or two about how much boys ejaculate in one of her Dad's medical books on male sexuality.
Sharon put the used condom back on the living room table and took the wine glasses to her bedroom. David and Sharon toasted. And then they got back down to business in her bed. Sharon was already wondering if they might have to leave the house tomorrow afternoon for more condoms. She had hoped that they might be able to stay in bed all weekend.