As soon as Sharon stepped back inside, she went to look for whatever Jason had seen. She had guessed what it was and was right. Jason had seen David's used condom on the end table next to the couch. The one that she had examined last night out of curiosity. It made sense now why there was less semen in it than she had expected. He had already cum the night before. She found it interesting that one might be able to tell whether a guy had cum earlier by how much he came later. It didn't seem useful, though, unless you thought that the guy hadn't ejaculated at all for some period of time. Sharon thought, "Such a doctor's kid. Who else would notice things like this?"
But then she turned back to dealing with David. While she had been showing Jason out and finding the used condom, David had gone to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As David walked back into the living room, he saw Sharon standing there and holding the used condom from last night. "Forgot that you left something lying around? Jason saw this just now. You were careless," she said, trying to sound exasperated and angry. She was actually kind of amused but didn't want to show it. She had as much opportunities to toss the used condom out as David had. But she didn't want to let him off the hook.
"Didn't you get dressed down here this morning? You couldn't bother to toss this in the trash?", Sharon said.
David recoiled. He was embarrassed that Jason had seen it. And even more embarrassed that Sharon was blaming him for not disposing of the condom this morning when he came downstairs to put his clothes on. He had been rushing to get dressed. He hadn't notice it on the end table and now wasn't sure how it got on the end table. They had sex on the floor in front of the couch last night. Had he taken it off and put it on the table? David didn't think so. Maybe Sharon had put it there? He didn't want to start a fight by saying that she could have tossed it out too. He was thinking that he was already in trouble or at least he had been back at the diner. Had that blown over now?
Sharon then answered the question that he hadn't asked out loud.
"It's time to deal with you and your lie to me as well as your carelessness with this," she said as she motioned with her hand holding the condom.
"Okay," David gulped. He wasn't certain where this was going but he had some idea.
"Now, go to my room. Strip to your underpants and wait for me. You need a hard paddling. Now, go!," Sharon commanded.
David hesitated. He looked at her. She was glaring at him.
"Do I need to pull your pants down and spank your bottom right here for disobeying?", she said, sounding even more pissed.
"No," he answered. Although he wasn't sure what the difference was. Here or upstairs. Unless she meant that she would spank him here and then again upstairs. Then he realized that was probably exactly what she meant.
"No, what?", Sharon pressed.
"Uh, no, ma'am," David said, although it seemed weird to be referring to Sharon that way. He definitely felt like a little boy doing that.
Then I suggest that you do exactly as you are told and do it now!", she said, "And I will be up to deal with you soon enough."
David turned and trudged up the stairs. Wasn't he really going to do as she demanded? He thought, "I'm doing this, I guess. I don't need her to be any angrier."
He crossed the landing and went into her bedroom. He didn't know whether to close the bedroom door or not. When he had been sent to his bedroom at home, he had always closed the door behind him. So he did that now. David looked around. Sharon's bedroom was not like his childhood bedroom. He had shared a room with his three brothers until his family moved into the house that his parents still lived in. Then he had shared a room with his younger brother while his older brother had his own room until he left for college. Sharon's bedroom had a double bed, a desk, a chest of drawers and a couple of chairs. He looked around quickly, trying to decide where Sharon would expect to find him when she came upstairs. He decided that it probably didn't matter that much but sitting on the her bed was where he had found her waiting last night. David stripped off his shirt, sneakers, socks and jeans and put his clothes on one of the chairs. He figured that Sharon wouldn't be happy if he left his clothes on the floor under these circumstances. That left him wearing only the new pair of regular Jockey briefs that she had given him on Sunday.
He sat on the edge of the bed facing the door. There was no question that he felt like he was back home again and waiting for his Dad to come in and spank him. He felt strange to be in this position again. Not only was he in trouble like a boy but he also about to get his butt spanked by Sharon. Then he remembered that she had her Dad's wood paddle. David was trying to remember where it was. Was it here in her bedroom or was it downstairs? After he had paddled her last night, he had taken it downstairs with him while Sharon stood bare in the corner. Had she left it down there? It wasn't there this morning after he got up, was it? He thought that he had left it on the coffee table last night. Sharon had probably put it away somewhere when she was downstairs this morning. Just imagine what Jason would have thought if he had seen that paddle lying out this morning.
David's mind was racing. He was thinking about what Jason had said about being spanked by their Dad at home. Jason was 18 now and his last time being paddled was at 16. David had been last paddled at 17. Just two years ago for both of them. His Dad's paddle was similar to the paddle that Sharon had brought from home. Wood. Probably oak. Heavy. About two feet long and maybe 5 or 6 inches wide. Plenty of swat force. David was slightly turned-on by now. His penis was sticking out in his briefs. He worried that Sharon would see him hard and what would she say about that? He was trying to control it by trying to think of something else. But his mind kept coming back to the reality that he was sitting in his girlfriend's bedroom in his briefs and waiting for her to paddle his butt. He wasn't totally hard but it would be obvious to Sharon that he was more than a little aroused. He hoped that he didn't leak a spot of pre-cum. That would be even more embarrassing.
He listened quietly to see if he could hear Sharon coming up the stairs but with the bedroom door closed, he heard almost nothing. There was sunlight streaming in through the window shades but at least the blinds were all the way down. Unlike last night, her bedroom was lit enough now that no lamp was necessary. He waited with his feet on the floor and his butt perched on the edge of her bed.
Sharon was sitting on the sofa downstairs thinking about what she was going to do next. It hadn't been difficult to get David to go upstairs. She was almost positive that he would do as she had instructed him. But what if he didn't? She had her Dad's oak paddle lying on the couch next to her. She had picked it up this morning and put it under the couch, just in case someone else walked in. She had thought about leaving it out in the open but decided that she didn't need to display it. Lucky that Jason hadn't seen it. He would have asked what that was all about. Even if he didn't recognize it as the same paddle that their Dad had used on him and her other brothers. Would Jason have recognized it? She wasn't sure. If his only experience with that paddle was getting swatted with it, then probably not. But if Jason had ever checked it out where it hung in the closet at home, then maybe there was something about it that he would have recognized.
She was hoping to make David squirm while he was waiting for her to come upstairs. Would he be as nervous as she had been last night when she had been sitting on her bed in only her panties waiting for him? She didn't know but she hoped so. Making him wait would make him more nervous, she thought. After all, the wait was part of the punishment. Would he be aroused by what was about to happen? She wondered. She doubted that he had been turned-on as a boy awaiting punishment. But maybe he had been. She thought about him getting paddled at school. Everyone would have seen him if he had gotten turned-on in gym class wearing only a jockstrap or maybe even less than that. She supposed that getting paddled in the hallway or the principal's office while fully dressed wouldn't have been a problem in that way. No exposure. And if he had gotten hard getting paddled by a teacher, no one likely would have noticed an erection in his pants when he was returned to the class room. Still, it was fun to think about. David had definitely been turned-on last week getting spanked over her knee. Had he gotten aroused while paddling her last night? She had not been in any position to check him out that way. Last night, she had bent over the bed and then put in the corner. If he had been aroused, she wouldn't have noticed.
Sharon had checked her watch when she sent him upstairs. It had been 25 minutes. That was probably enough time to make him sweat. Any longer and he might wonder whether she was coming up. She decided to wait another five minutes. She had no reason to wait an hour or two. She didn't want to risk him getting bored. And then that thought made her laugh to herself. She hadn't been bored waiting to be paddled last night. If anything, she had felt energized. Nervous energy, sure. But definitely not bored.
She checked her watch again. Another five minutes had passed. It was about time.
Sharon realized that she hadn't tested a paddle swat. All she had done was hold her Dad's paddle and felt its weight. Compared to her hairbrush, this wood paddle really was heavy. She understood now why it didn't take as many swats with a paddle to punish someone. Last night, David had given her one kind of light swat and then three hard swats and her butt had been blazing. It would have taken a lot of swats with a hairbrush to get the same effect. She even thought that the 3 hard paddle swats that she had gotten last night hurt more that the 20 hairbrush swats that she had made David give her a week ago. No wonder the boys usually got only three swats. Although her Dad had sometimes given her brothers more than three. With a hairbrush, it wasn't easy to count the swats if you were listening from another room or especially as the kid who was getting spanked. But the paddle swats that she remembered hearing in school or at home were distinct and very loud.
At school, she had definitely seen boys taken out in the hallway and heard them get paddled. She had also helped out in the main office at school and heard boys getting paddled in the principal's office. She had always wondering why she had gotten so many swats with a hairbrush at home when the paddling seemed to be so quick. Of course, she didn't know what all happened at school. She had been a little surprised at David's stories about boys getting paddled nude in the locker room or having to drop their gym shorts and getting paddled bare butt. Sharon knew that her brothers got paddled bare at home but that it could happen at school was a surprise.
She knew only a few girls who got paddled at the schools that she attended. But she knew that boys seem to get paddled all the time. Sometimes her girls' PE class was in the gym when the boys' class was going on but she didn't recall seeing any boys being taken to the locker room in the middle of gym class. She had heard the sounds of someone getting paddled during PE. But now she wasn't sure whether those sounds were coming from the locker room or from the hallway outside the gym. Could have been either place. But it had been loud enough that the girls in her PE class would say something like, "Eww, somebody's getting their bottom spanked." Which sounded kind of childish now. All she remembered wondering at the time was whether one of her brothers was getting paddled whenever she heard paddle swats at school. They had all gone to the same schools but Jason was younger and her other two brothers were older. She knew that they had gotten paddled at school sometimes because they were spanked at home for that.
Getting back to what she was about to do to David, she took some practice swings with the paddle. But she wasn't sure how much force was behind her swings. Sharon thought that most paddlings were done with single-handed. When David had paddled her last night, he had used only his right hand and arm. She tried a two-handed swing next. The paddle felt steadier that way even though the paddle handle was just barely long enough for her to hold with both hands. She supposed that there was no way to know which was better until she tried out a couple of swats on David's butt. He had taken a practice swing on her butt last night. So if she felt that her first swat on his butt was too light or too hard, she would adjust on the second swat. Maybe she should have practiced on something before this weekend. But she didn't know what she could have practiced on, except a pillow or two. Sharon took two more one-handed paddle swings and was satisfied that she should at least start with that on him.
Sharon walked up the stairs and crossed the landing to her bedroom door. It was closed. Which made sense. David would have likely have closed his bedroom door at home when he was a kid. No reason to leave it open to wait for his Dad to come in. And David had been a teen when he was paddled during his last years at home. Knowing him, she thought that he would have been too modest to leave his bedroom door open if he was waiting in his underwear only. What if his Mom had walked by? Maybe he wasn't that modest as teen around his Mom. But waiting in his underpants to be spanked was different than just lounging around in his underwear before bed.
She pushed the door open with her left hand. The paddle was in her right hand just as it had been when David had done the same last night. Sure enough, David was sitting on the edge of her bed in just his underpants. He looked up at her and then back down at the floor. She had done the same last night when he had come in her room. She hadn't really practiced what she was going to say. She didn't see any reason to handle this any different than he had last night. She noticed that he seemed to have a slight erection by the way his penis was sticking up in his briefs. She wasn't surprised but thought that what was about to happen would probably put an end to that.
Sharon stood there in front of him. Then she said, "Alright. Stand up. Turn around and face the bed. Underpants all the way down and off."
That last part was a slight change from the routine last night. Her panties had been down around her ankles while David paddled her. Originally, she had planned to have David pulled his underpants down to his ankles the same way. Then she remembered that it made no difference and besides, she thought that this was closer to how her Dad had paddled her brothers. Maybe they hadn't even been allowed to keep their underpants on while they waited for their Dad? After David had paddled her and ordered her into the corner, she had kicked her panties off her ankles to keep from tripping on them anyway. Either way, his underpants were not going to do him any good.
David stood up and turned around. There was a slight pause before he dropped his briefs to his ankles and then with a small kick, he slipped them off his feet completely. He waited, even though he surely knew what he was supposed to do next.
Sharon watched for a second and then said, "Bend over. Hands on the bed." David did that. Then she walked up closer to him and used the paddle to tap between insides of his legs just above his knees. "Spread your legs a little more," she commanded. Sharon realized that the tapping of the inside of his legs to indicate that he should move his feet further apart meant that the paddle was just below his balls. She didn't have any intention of touching them with the paddle but she thought that David might have that concern. He moved his feet apart almost another foot. With him now bent over and his legs further apart, Sharon noticed that his balls were hanging down and more visible from the back. She wasn't certain why she had wanted his feet farther apart but she decided that this was visually better. There didn't seem to be any likelihood of hitting his balls as his butt was in the way. But still. He definitely looked more vulnerable, bent over this way. She didn't know if he was still partially hard as he was facing away from her. But his balls hanging lower. Maybe meant that he wasn't aroused anymore.
Sharon positioned herself just to the left of David's backside. She decided to use a one-handed swat for the first one to see if she could do it. He was bent over and his butt was sticking out. She lined up the paddle and then brought it slowly close to his butt so that the first swat would connect with the middle of his butt. Sharon lifted the paddle up and back and paused with the paddle in the air for a second. She brought the paddle down sharply and with force. The paddle connected with David's butt in the spot where she aimed and made a loud pop. It must have caught him by surprise as he rose up. His hands didn't quite make it to his bottom before Sharon told him, "Get back down in the position. If you take your hands off the bed again, I will start over." David bent back over and put his hands flat on the bed. Sharon had remembered hearing her Dad tell one of her brothers that if he didn't stay in position, the paddling would start over. Had that been her Dad paddling Jason that time, she wondered? Her bedroom at home was next to Jason's room and, through the thin walls, she had heard Jason getting paddled more than once.
She raised the paddle for the second swat. This time, she didn't pause with the paddle in the air. She brought the paddle down smoothly. The swat caught David just below where the first swat had landed. He started to raise up and then caught himself in time. His hands barely lost contact with the bed. But Sharon saw it and said, "Your hands left the bed. We will start over. Stay in position."
She repeated the first and second swats in rapid succession. David felt like the air had been knocked out of him with what was now the fourth swat. Sharon was really paddling him hard. She decided to try the fifth swat with both hands to see if that was better. With both arms in action, her fifth swat sounded louder than the first four. David's butt moved forward as he arched his back after the swat landed. But he didn't take his hands off the bed.
Sharon had planned to give him just three swats this time unless her first couple of swats were weak. David was probably a better judge of how hard she was paddling him but, so far, she thought that her swats had been hard enough. He had gotten five. His butt was a solid crimson color across the middle. Her last two swats had been a little lower so they had lifted David's butt as they made contact. She paused to look. She didn't think that David would claim that he hadn't gotten a hard paddling. Although she wondered how this one compared with the paddlings that he had gotten at home and school.
David was breathing heavily but he hadn't said anything. The only sound he had made was when he had exhaled each time the paddle connected.
She couldn't see his face but hoped that she had brought some tears to his eyes with those five swats. She waited another few seconds without saying anything.
Then Sharon said, "Turn around."
David turned around slowly. His eyes were definitely watery. Not really tears but close. His penis, on the other hand, was completely soft. If he had been hard at the beginning, he wasn't that way now.
She pointed with the paddle to the same corner that she had occupied last night.
"In that corner. Now," she said. David complied. He walked over and faced the corner with his hands at his side.
Sharon added "Nose all the way in the corner. Stick your butt out. And your feet further apart."
David leaned forward put his nose in the corner. That caused his butt to stick out whether he wanted to or not. He shifted his feet a couple of inches further apart. She hadn't had him put his hands on his head as that would have made it impossible for him to stick his nose in the corner. Last night, he had put her in the corner with her hands on her head but her nose wasn't touching the corner like his was now.
Sharon came over and, with the paddle, tapped his inner thighs to indicate that he needed to spread his feet further apart. David shifted again and his feet were now about a foot further apart.
"Stay in that corner. Don't move. I'll tell you when," Sharon added. She stood there for a minute to see if David would stay in position. It looked less comfortable than when she had been in the corner last night. She had kept her feet closer together, she realized. She was also admiring how red his cute butt was. Maybe this position was less comfortable. But she guessed that David's blazing buttocks were probably distracting him from anything else for now.
She could have stood there longer and watched him. But she needed to go to the bathroom. And besides, it was better to leave him alone in a corner as part of the punishment. If he knew that she was standing there watching him, it might change the dynamic. He was leaning into the corner. His butt was sticking out. He would be good in that position for awhile. She picked up his briefs from the floor and gathered his other clothes from the chair.
Sharon took his clothes and carried them downstairs to the laundry room. Then she went to the bathroom next door. She was thinking about how long to leave him in the corner and what to do with him next. She decided to clean up the kitchen first.
David had been surprised at how hard Sharon's paddle swats had been. Of course, he had gotten five swats total too. But still. His Dad paddled hard and so did some of his teachers and coaches at school. He had gotten five swats or maybe more before but that number had been rare compared to the usual three swat paddling that his Dad and the school did. His butt was stinging. Sharon was gone, he was fairly certain. He had sensed her lingering for a couple of minutes after putting him in the corner. But then he had heard her picking something up in the bedroom and then walking out. He knew that she had left her bedroom door open because he could hear her walking down the stairs. Then he heard what he thought was a toilet flushing downstairs. He didn't think that she had left the house. After all, why would she? He wasn't sure what time it was. There was a clock in her bedroom that he had occasionally looked at as he had waited for her. What was the last time that he remembered? He thought it was now past 11:30 a.m. They had gotten up at what time? Maybe 8:00 a.m. They had gone to breakfast, met Jason, walked back to Sharon's house, and then he had been made to wait in her bedroom for 30 or 40 minutes at least. Now he was standing with his nose pressed into the corner. Fully naked. Throbbing butt from just getting spanked hard. Sharon could definitely give hard swats. His dick was soft now. Whatever arousal he had while waiting for her had disappeared when Sharon came in with that paddle. He really did feel like a boy who had just gotten his butt spanked for misbehaving.
Sharon decided to go pick-up lunch from a place that they both liked. Then she remembered that she had that other book for Jason and might be able to entice him to pick it up while she drove to get lunch. If she could get Jason to come over to pick up that book while she was gone for 30 minutes, that might make David sweat as he served his corner time upstairs. She had known where the second book for Jason was all along. But she had thought about trying to get Jason to come back to her house as some inopportune time for David. This might work out perfectly.
She called Jason's dorm room. When he answered the phone, Sharon said quickly, "Jason, I found that other book that you need. What don't you come over now and get it?"
Jason surprised her by saying, "Great, I'll come by now if that's okay. I was about to go for a run so I'll stop by your house first."
"Perfect", Sharon replied, "David and I are going out for lunch now so I'll leave the book on the stairs for you. The house won't be locked. Come on in."
"Why not leave it outside on the porch?", Jason asked.
"Because I don't want anyone to take it off the porch. It will be on the stairs inside. Just come in and get it. Gotta run now," she said as she hung-up.
Sharon put the book about midway up the stairs. She realized that Jason would wonder why she bothered to do that. But she thought, "Making Jason come part-way up the stairs will be perfect."
She grabbed her car keys, made sure that the front door was unlocked, and drove off to get lunch for David and her.