Robert's anger was largely appeased and he looked down on Susan's pitiful figure, tempted to help her up and cuddle her. However, he still felt it necessary to punish her to ensure that she learned a lesson. So, putting aside his merciful urge, he simply said, "Get up, Susan, and come over here." She struggled to her feet, head still bowed submissively, and followed him to the couch. Sitting down in front of her, Robert commanded, "Ok, raise your skirt!"
Slowly, but not hesitantly, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her pink panties and garter belt and long, dark stockings. This was humiliation piled on humiliation. Obviously this man had seen her naked many times now, and she even had stripped for him like a wanton that first time, but this was different. Forced to expose herself, to lift her skirt against her will, after begging to be spanked was humiliation squared.
She presented a delectable picture, of course, and Robert, no longer angered, was certainly aware of the pulchritude in front of him. Still, he made no overt signs of sexual interest and simply reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The puffy triangle of pubic hair guarding her cunt - unlike many blondes, her hair was dense and curly enough to hide the cleavage of her cunt lips - tempted him, but, concealing his lascivious interest, he just ordered, "Lie over my knees!" Again, slowly, but without any futile protest or objection, Susan stepped out of her panties, which were around her ankles, and meekly did as instructed, presenting her ass cheeks for punishment. Actually, at that point she was so completely overwhelmed by all that had happened that her submission to Robert's desires was complete. She really wasn't thinking, just waiting for orders from her master. She had never abased herself to anyone like this before and she just had no mind of her own. Thus, when Robert's hand came down on her ass with a resounding "slap," she made absolutely no effort to struggle or protect herself. She truly was a slave being disciplined, completely under his control.
The spanking was nowhere as harsh as the first time with Robert, but the continual slapping still was painful. Slaps and moans or "ouches" alternated, and Susan did writhe around as it continued, but she made no effort to escape or to evade the blows. As always, the cheeks gradually turned beet-red and became extremely tender as Robert administered a spanking rigorous enough to be remembered and to act as a deterrent in the future. Unlike the first time, however, he was quite aware of the sensual nature of what he was doing and of the bottom on which he was doing it. There was tremendous tactile pleasure in feeling his hand contact Susan's smooth, silky skin and in the bounciness of the ass cheeks. This time instead of impersonally and angrily inflicting punishment on those cheeks, he paid a great deal of attention to the ass, itself, and to the cunt peeking out below.
Finally, with his cock demanding attention, he deemed the chastisement to be adequate, and, setting Susan on her feet, led her to the bedroom. There, without being told, Susan stripped off all of her clothes, lay down on the bed and, without hesitation, raised and spread her legs. By that time, Robert had also undressed and, with his cock rampart, moved between her legs and entered her with one push. As usual, the combination of being subjugated and spanked had worked its magic, and her cunt was drenched with lubrication. It was a relatively short but my satisfying session of sexual intercourse, both being highly aroused when it began. As his cock pounded into and out of her cunt, Susan put her legs around him, pulling him in deeper with each penetration. Finally, the stimulation caused Robert to reach climax, and he jetted cum deep into her cunt, the extra vigor of his surge inward triggering her orgasm. They stayed, welded together, each trying to get closer, to force the cock in even deeper - and then they collapsed, sated and spent.
Afterwards, they lay there quietly for a while and then, almost as if nothing untoward had happened, went over Susan's readings and analysis. Of course, a great deal had happened, and as she dressed to leave, she promised meekly to be on time from then on. When told that if she were late, the punishment would be much more severe, she accepted the threat as both real and, oddly enough, as perfectly proper. The humiliating and mortifying begging and the subsequent spanking had chastened her, and had created permanent submissive feelings toward Robert. Thus, she accepted his dominance over her, including his right to discipline her. As she had discovered with Jean and Don, once she had been subdued, the one who did so had real control over her. In any case, the lesson was learned: from then on she was on time or, even, early for meeting with Robert - with one significant exception, as we will see. In addition, others, including Jim, were pleased that, for some reason which they really didn't understand, she had reverted back to the punctual person she always had been. So once again, a spanking had a salutatory effect.
Now, for that "significant exception." Susan did reform, watching the time carefully when she was committed to be somewhere at a particular time, and planning ahead so that she would be punctual. Unfortunately, or so it appeared at the time, fate played a nasty trick on her. Daylight savings time came at the end of March, and Susan dutifully went around the house changing the clocks ahead, along with her watch, timers, etc., and, as with most people, was pleased with more sunlight in the evening. That Thursday, there was a noon luncheon for faculty wives, one which Susan mended with a close friend, Sally Coughlin. Susan dressed with care, thinking as she did so, how Robert would be surprised by her relatively dressy attire. Sally drove them to the faculty club, and would deliver her to Robert's apartment by 2:00 PM. Jim would pick her up at 4:00 PM as usual.
On the way to the luncheon, Susan was quite emphatic to Sally that she must get to Robert's on time, so Sally simply said, "Ok, honey, you just come over to me when you're ready to leave and we'll go right away. I don't want to stay for a 'social' hour with women I hardly know, anyway!" So, everything was arranged. The food was excellent (which was a surprise), and Susan enjoyed talking with several wives that she hadn't seen since last year. After eating, she kept a careful eye on her watch, figuring that if they left by 1:45, they would easily arrive on time, even if traffic was against them. However, as she was happily talking with another ex-school teacher, Sally hurried up, saying, "Susan! Weren't you supposed to be there at 2:00? I got interested in the conversation and forgot to look at my watch, and, anyway, you were going to come get me when you were ready, so I wasn't worried. But, it's after 2:30, so I thought l'd better check!"
Shocked, Susan looked at her watch and, relieved, said, "It's only 1:30, Sally. I've been looking every few minutes."
