David followed Sharon downstairs. It was late afternoon. She went into the kitchen to start some popcorn. He pulled some sodas out of the fridge. He was becoming accustomed to wandering around nude in her house. Although he still worried about someone walking in on them. Sharon seemed unconcerned about being naked. She got out some chips and dip. She told him, "Why don't you see what movies are on while the popcorn finishes."

David went into the living room and turned on the tv. He walked over to the front door and looked out through the small window at the top. He was alert to Jason making another appearance. He only saw some people walking past the house. When he turned around, Sharon was standing in the wide archway that led from the dining room into the living room. She had been watching him as he looked out the front door.

"Are you going to be okay to sit on the couch?" she asked.

"Uh, I guess. I don't feel like sitting just yet," he replied.

Sharon laughed and said, "Well, I guess I know why. Were you ever told as a kid when you were about to get a spanking, that you wouldn't be sitting down for a week?".

David responded, "Probably. I mean, my parents did warn us sometimes if we were acting up that maybe we needed a hard spanking."

"And did that warning work most of the time?" she pressed.

"Not always. You know kids. We often kept on doing whatever. And then got spanked," he replied.

"How's your butt feeling now? It still looks red. And it may be bruising a little," Sharon asked.

"Crap," David exclaimed as he tried to look at his butt, "Bruises. I hadn't thought about those."

She sent over and sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. "And so what?," she said, "You didn't think that getting paddled would leave bruises? I thought that you had been paddled lots."

"Well, yeah, but, I mean, I wasn't thinking about bruising. How am I going to shower at the dorm without everyone seeing those? And at the gym?" he replied. He was now thinking that there was no way that Tom would miss seeing bruises on his butt. And the other guys in the dorm showers and at the gym too. This wasn't good.

"Oh, don't sweat it. I don't think that they look that bad. That just means that you will have to shower over here for a week until the bruises fade out. I mean, really, you would think that you boys spend all your time checking out each other's butts in the showers." she exclaimed.

"Hey, no one is doing that deliberately. But bruises are hard to miss. And I don't want to explain how they happened," David responded.

"You don't want anyone to know that your girlfriend paddled your butt this weekend?", Sharon teased.

"No," is all he said.

"Well, what happened when you boys got paddled at home or at school. Don't tell me that no one saw your bruised butts afterwards," she said.

"That was the problem. Everyone knew when someone got paddled from the bruises. It was embarrassing. Especially in high school," he replied.

"Yeah, well, so what? There was no secret when you guys got paddled, right? Everyone heard it at school, even if they didn't see it happen, right?, Sharon asked.

"Right, but still we didn't want anyone else to know. You never got teased for having your bottom spanked, I guess?", he asked.

"I guess that was different. I didn't get paddled at school and I didn't get spanked at all after 13. My brothers knew about me getting a spanking at home but they were never going to see my butt bruised, I guess," Sharon responded.

David squatted down on the floor next to the coffee table as Sharon flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. "Aren't you going to sit with me on the couch? How about sitting on a pillow?", she asked, as she noticed that he was kneeling on the floor.

"I could try that, I guess. You aren't the one with the bruised butt," David replied.

"Oh, you paddled me good just last night. I didn't get off that easy," she said.

David shot back, "Big difference between three swats and eight swats, you know."

"You got what you got because you deserved eight. Next time, maybe you only get three," Sharon responded.

David wondered what she meant by "next time". Was spanking going to be part of the deal from now on? He wasn't sure whether he wanted to get paddled by her again. Her swats had been harder than he expected. More like what his Dad had done. And definitely as hard as the coaches in PE. Weirdly, he was getting aroused as he thought about it. He didn't want Sharon to see him get hard just from talking about spanking. But what could he do. He turned his body slightly away from her and hoped that she wouldn't see that his penis was now sticking up and out a little.

Sharon got off the couch. "Let's get some ice for your butt. It may help with the bruising," she said. She sent into the kitchen. David could hear her getting ice out of the freezer and putting it in something. Sharon came back into the living room with a plastic bag full of ice cubes and what looked like a thick towel. She put the towel on the couch next to where she had been sitting and folded it over. Then she put the bad of ice cubes on top of the folded towel. "Sit on this," she commanded. David got off the floor where he had been kneeling. Slowly, he lowered his butt onto of the ice bag. It felt weird to be sitting on a bag of ice. As he sat more heavily on the bag, the ice cubes spread out. He could feel the cold beginning to penetrate his sore buttocks. David remembered that he had intended to turn the shower to ice cold for the same reason. But then Sharon had joined him in the shower and any further thoughts about running cold water on his butt had quickly ended.

It wasn't long before his butt got very cold. But it was more than his butt. His balls was sitting on top of the bag of ice too. He shifted a little to try to get the ice bag positioned more on his butt and less on his balls. Sharon was watching him closely. "You know, you need to keep your butt on the ice for it to help," she said. David was having a hard time sitting any longer on the ice bag. His butt already felt slightly frozen but the cold on his balls was worse.

"Yeah, I guess, but I'm thinking that sitting might not be the best way to do this," David replied.

"You might be right. Let's try a different position. Get back down on your knees again," she commanded.

David slipped off the front of the couch and kneeled facing the coffee table. Sharon moved the ice bag and towel and held them so that they were positioned more on the edge of the couch. "Push your butt back again the ice while I hold the bag and towel in position," she said.

David did as Sharon instructed. He was on his knees and put his elbows and arms on the coffee table. He angled his butt back until it was pressing against the ice bag. "You have to stay in position to keep the ice on your butt. Can you do that?", Sharon asked.

"I think so," David answered. Although he wondered how long he could hold this position. Most of his weight was on the coffee table now. Some of it was on his knees. He was pressing his butt just enough against the ice bag to keep it from slipping down the front of the couch.

"Icing for 15 minutes should be enough to start. Then you can take a break for a little while. Then more icing," she added.

David wasn't exactly comfortable in this position but at least his balls weren't touching the ice bag any more. And his erection had vanished with the extreme cold of sitting on the ice bag for a few minutes.

Sharon had noticed his erection when he had been sitting on the floor. The ice on his balls and butt had make it go away. She was disappointed at first. But then she thought that David's new position leaning over the table with the ice on his butt was kind of cute. She watched him closely to make sure that he didn't let the ice bag slip. David was fine at first. But he then realized that he was having a harder time keeping the ice bag in place. The longer his butt was pressed against the bag, the more the ice melted and the ice shifted.

Sharon had looked at the clock once David was in this new position. About five more minutes to go and then he could take a break. Fifteen minutes didn't seem like a long time. She wondered if he would be able to stay in position that long. David was having the same thought. He hadn't looked at the clock but now wondered how much long. His butt felt frozen again. Which he guessed was the right idea. Sharon changed the channel and found a movie that she thought he might like to watch. It might distract him from how cold the ice felt. She could tell that he was beginning to squirm a little.

She looked at the clock again. Two more minutes to go. "Hey, can you hang on for another minute or two?," she asked.

"Um, I guess," David replied. He really wasn't sure. The ice wasn't melting that fast but the cold on his butt was intense and almost as bad as leaning against something hot.

As soon as the minute hand reached the 15 minute point, Sharon said, "Okay, let's take a break now for 10 minutes." David was relieved as he moved forward and let the ice bag slipped down the front of the couch. Sharon picked it up and carried it into the kitchen to pour out some of the melted ice and added fresh cubes. David stayed on his knees on the floor. At least the intense cold had ended. He wondered if this was doing any good.

Sharon passed the chips and dip to him. "You like this movie, don't you?" she asked. David had been so cold that he hadn't really noticed what they were watching. "Oh, yeah," he replied as he focused on what was on.

"Seven minutes more and then we ice your butt again," she said. His butt warmed up very slowly. He felt a chill as Sharon got up and returned from the freezer with a refilled ice bag.

"Let's try a different position this time. It should be more comfortable than sitting on your knees," Sharon offered, "This time, lie on your belly on the couch. Now."

David got up and laid down on his belly. Sharon placed the new ice bag on his butt. "Lie still," she said.

He turned his face toward the tv. This was more comfortable than kneeling and leaning over the coffee table. But the ice cold had quickly returned.

Sharon took a seat in the chair next to the couch. "This is harder for you to watch tv but I think this puts less pressure on your butt," she said.

"Yeah, it's better," David replied, although he wasn't that sure. Now he was lying on his stomach with a large ice bag directly on his buttocks. His knees and arms had been tired in the other position. This position was more comfortable that way. But now the ice seemed even more intense. Sharon reached over and shifted the bag around on his butt to cover a different spot. The shift in position helped a little. He knew that the cold would return quickly. Just in a different place.

"Fifteen minutes this time. Then we can take another break," Sharon said. By now, it was almost 5:30 p.m.

David was struggling again with the extreme cold. His butt felt frozen once more. Sharon had moved the ice bag back into its original position. She was in a better position to see where the ice might do more good. David wondered what his butt looked like now.

Sharon said, "I was thinking that I should pick up dinner and bring it back here. You aren't in any shape to sit in a restaurant. You need to ice tonight if you want those bruises not to get worse."

"Okay, probably a good idea," David answered.

"I'll go pickup Chinese food from that place that we like, okay?", she asked.

"Sure, sounds good," David replied through gritted teeth. The ice on his butt was now painfully cold.

Sharon got up and called in their order to the Chinese place. Then she went upstairs to get dressed. When she returned, she waited another minute before telling David that he could take another break. He was thrilled to get the ice bag off him even for a few minutes. Sharon took the bag to the kitchen again and refilled it with fresh ice cubes.

"Alright, let's do another round while I go get the food," she said as she brought the new ice bag into the living room. "But, wait, that wasn't ten minutes, David replied.

"Yeah, I know, but I need to go get our food and you won't be able to get the ice bag in the right spot by yourself. So we need to start this before I leave," she answered.

"Right, okay, I guess," David said. Sharon put the ice bag on his buttocks and moved it slightly into position. "I'm off to get our food. Don't move while I'm gone," she commanded.

"Come back quick," he said.

"Oh, you might have to keep the ice on a little longer this time, she replied, "You know that restaurant can be slow on a Saturday night. You will be fine. But don't let me catch you off that couch when I get back. Or I might have to give you another reason to ice your butt."

"Okay, but hurry," David begged.

Sharon left. She wasn't in any hurry. She found it delicious that she had left poor David naked and face-down on her couch with a ice bag on his butt until she returned. She wasn't sure that she would really paddle him again if he disobeyed. But she wasn't sure that she wouldn't paddle him either.

David felt even more vulnerable than when she had put him in the corner after paddling him this morning. The only thing covering him was an ice bag on his butt. If anyone showed up at the house, he was toast, he thought. He hoped that Jason wouldn't take this moment to return Sharon's books or something. He was beginning to shiver. The house was cool. And he had now been naked since the second paddling and with a bag of ice on his butt for the last hour. He began to wonder if he shouldn't take the ice bag off now while Sharon was gone. He could watch for her out the front window. Once he saw her pulling back in the driveway, he could return to the couch and put the ice bag back. "Unfortunately," he thought, "she will know. My butt will be too warm or something. She will figure it out."

So David began to shiver harder. The ice bag on his butt was painfully cold now. He hadn't looked at the clock when Sharon had left the house. Had she been gone very long? He buried his head in his arms and tried to ignore the cold. He was tempted to move the ice bag off his butt and then hope that he could put it back quick enough if he heard her return. That would be safer than being off the couch. But before he decided to try that, David heard a car pull into the driveway. "I hope to hell that's her," he thought.

Sharon came in through the kitchen door on the side of the house. After putting the food on the counter, she went into the living room to check on David. Sure enough, he was lying on the couch where she had left him. "Hey, big boy, I'm back. Sorry that it took a little longer than I expected. Ready for break?," she asked.

David looked up. "Oh, yeah," was all he said.

Sharon went over and lifted the ice pack off of him. She touched his butt to see how cold it was. It was freezing to the touch. He really had kept it on while she was gone, she thought.

"Okay, you can get up now. Food's ready. Do we want to eat in here, instead of the kitchen? You probably aren't ready to sit down anyway," she said.

David got off the couch. Sharon noticed that his penis was tiny and his balls was tight against his body. "That's cold for you," she thought, although she hadn't really seen anything as dramatic as this. David was shivering in front of her. "How about a blanket to wrap up?," she asked.

"Yeah, that would be great," David replied. So Sharon grabbed a small throw off one of the chairs and tossed it to him. It was just big enough to cover his shoulders and chest once he wrapped it around. Everything below his waist was still exposed.

"I'll sit on the floor with you. We can use the coffee table," she said as she headed back to the kitchen to get plates and their order.

When she returned, David was still standing, wrapped in the blanket. His shivering was less.

"Okay, before we eat, let me do a quick check of your butt to see whether the ice helped," Sharon announced.

David turned around and Sharon moved in close for a look. His butt was pale white from the extreme cold. The ice had forced the blood away. But that was the idea. She thought that the bruising was be much less tomorrow. "Better," she told him.

"Really?", he asked, "I mean, you think it worked?"

"Well, it is better than not icing it. Your butt will still be bruised a little. But it might not look like you just got spanked like a little boy, I guess. Even if that is exactly what happened to you," she shot back. "Let's eat."

David was starving. So he was only too happy to get a plate. They watched the rest of the movie while eating and then started watching another one.

It was nearly 9:30 now. Sharon got up and abruptly stripped in the living room. "Oh, I think it is time to do something other than watch tv," she announced. And she led him upstairs.