Once upon a time.

I t was a beautiful warm, late summer day when I had a few hours I could slack off my business, a little, what with past years tax season over and the new year season just starting, where this story takes place.

I was now married, had a small budding accounting business and adding clients and becoming respected in the community for my volunteer work.

As I said it was one of those perfect days, and I chose to take a stroll down memory lane, past the farms and fields I once played in.

Now as I strolled along the fields and apple orchards I couldn't help but fill the desire for just one of those beautiful ripe apples just begging to be eaten at their most succulent prime.There was a small 3ft high wood log fence, with the ever present "No Trespassing" sign conspicuously displayed that all such farms displayed, meant to keep thieves from stealing their hard earned crop. Without a second thought I leaned over, reached in to pick just one ripe apple, when I heard and felt that old wood fence give way. I lay there momentarily, shocked, and quickly looked around, No one around! Get up grab an apple, put that fence back up as well as possible and leave the area,"quickly"

Approximately five minutes latter and 1/4 mile along I saw the owner, one of my clients, Ms. Winston, walking my way. No sooner had we reach hearing distance I heard her call out my name and saw her wave to me. I quickly swallowed the bite of apple I had and tossed the rest into the bushes. Hi Ms Winston I called out and walked on to meet her. What brings you out here on this beautiful day? she asked. Just taking a break (I almost chocked on the word "break") on this beautiful dayI said. You must be parched in thus heat, come on up to the house and I'll make you a glass of lemon-aide.

This is one of those neighborly gestures you don't pass up. As we walked up to the house her young attractive maid Ruth also came out from the orchard to greet us. She addressed Ms. Winston stating she also heard the noise, and as she said it she looked straight at me accusingly.

Once in the house I was ushered into her study, "told" to take a seat, and Ruth was instructed to fetch the lemon-aide. As Ruth left the room she looked back at me with a raised eye brow and knowing expression. Ms Winston followed her out and when she retuned she asked me, did you see anyone else out there today David? We were now on first name basis. I stammered and replied "No". Are you sure? she asked!

It was the way she said it that I new! I made enough noise, my cloths were dusty from the fall and guilt was written all over my face. Butt I said no once again.She walked over to me took my hand, stood me up and eyeball to eyeball said "I'm disappointed in you David! You lied to me twice, not just once.

Stealing is wrong, destruction of private property is wrong, Trespassing is wrong. At that point Ruth walked back into the room with the iced tea. "Ruth", Ms Winston said, "turn around, lift your skirt and show David what happens to naughty little boys and girls you lie."

My heart was beating a mile a minute as she turned, lifted her skirt and showed me the most beautiful, naked red round, well spanked bottom I ever saw.

AH, ba. ba, ba I said, to which Ms Winston replied harshly; Quiet! you will address me as Ma'am, and you have a life altering decision to make. Your choices are: One, I speak to the Town Council, have you fired as their accountant, place full color photo's of your behavior today in our local paper, (Yes I have cam corders all around my property), and stand up at church Sunday and play a recording of you lying. OR Two: you submit to a well deserved spanking for you crimes, plus whatever else I decide you deserve for "stealing". Not to mention speaking to your wife! NOW, What' is it to be!! Lowering my head mumbling incoherently I said I'll take the spanking.

If that's the best you can do you probably deserve both. NOw lets hear it again Mister, and know full well you'd better appeal to my softer side.

I'm sorry, Iv'e been bad, no, Naughty, and deserve whatever punishment you decide Ma'am!

That's better, Ruth take David here upstair to my special room where we deal with these things and prepare him for his punishment.

Chapter two:

I was escorted by Ruth upstairs to "the room", ushered in and instructed to disrobe, hang my clothes neatly, then go stand in the corner till "Ma'm" arrives.

The waiting seemed like hours, my stomach was doing flips, my butt cheeks twitched by what was anticipated to come. I felt like a "small little naughty boy" about to receive a bare bottom spanking I was assured would change my life. Ruth told me to quickly go into the bathroom, pee if I had to and wash my backside, Ma'am has no tolerance for soiled bottoms, and make it fast before she comes in.

Doing as I was told, rushing back into my corner pressing my nose against the wall and wait, wait, wait.

Ma'am entered the room, she had changed into a simple outfit designed to strike fear into anyone knowing he/she was going to be disciplined by her.

I was taken by the ear, walked over to an specially equipped leather workout horse, like you would see in a gymnasium, with the addition of several leather cuffs and straps strategically placed to make shure you would stay in place while being spanked. Bend over, smack, place your stomach on the leather center with you rear end properly presented. Next I was secured by a strap across my back. wrist cuffs for each hand, and another strap behind my legs.

Ma'am took up position by my left side, smacked her own hand twice with the strap, placed her hand on my backside, patted it, squeezed it and lifted the strap..

What took place was the worst, most painful, embarrassing, spanking I could ever imagine. It didn't take long before I was crying begging, wiggling, shaking and just plain begging all to no avail. I had stolen, trespassed, and worst of all lied to Ma'am. All I could think of was my poor ass and the backs of my thighs , being painted red, purple, and black and blue.

I don't know how long it lasted, one day, a week twenty minutes? All I knew was that I was reduced to a naughty little boy who was properly SPANKED!

Ma'am treated me with tender care afterwards, caressing me, holding me, whispering endearing comments into my ear, and rubbing my bare backside with love.

To this day it is, and was one of the most sexually, exciting, painful adventures of my life. And yes I would do it again.Once upon a time