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Diane had the house to herself while Tamsin was on her date. Together they'd have cooked Chicken Chow Mein. By herself, she added her seasoning packet and boiling water to chicken flavor oriental style instant noodles. 

Her brunette hair shampooed, she settled at the kitchen table to eat her noodles in her short denim shorts and white vest top. Baring her lowest cane welt to sting against her wooden chair, her shorts delivered punishment she'd earned. Asking Jake to deal with their professional cockpit mistake had forced both her and her co-pilot, Tamsin, to bend in their panties before him. 

She managed their cargo flying operation. Strict with herself, she'd decided they must both receive the cane from Jake to punish their carelessness in the air. Shamed, she'd risen with renewed respect for their laborer. His healthy delivery of fair discipline complete, he'd returned their roles to normal. 

Glancing at the wall clock, she tidied the kitchen. Neil, her boyfriend, was calling in ten minutes. Scheduling their long distance love call yesterday, she'd no idea she'd have a fresh caned bottom. She'd show him. Secrets were unhealthy. While she'd instigated her own caning, she'd deserved formal discipline. Showing her boyfriend her marked bottom was her duty. 

Her sex agreed, fervent heat filled her with pleasurable shame as she powered up her laptop on her bed, setting his present still wrapped beside it. Included in her care package from her friend Kate, alongside pouches of Hair Air and favorite foods, she'd treasured his hidden gift, imagining her friend and boyfriend colluding to please her. Obeying its instruction to open in private, she'd kept it to open with him. 

Dead on schedule, her laptop chimed. Checking her hair in the mirror, she crossed to her bed, clicking to accept his video call.

"Hi babe, you look awesome," he said, as she sat cross-legged before her screen.

His simple compliment burst a beautiful, fresh smile across her digital face in the corner of her screen. Fifteen inches of screen couldn't contain him. His tight white boxers and hard bare chest filled her pixels to perfection.

They often recalled her spankings, driven to furious simultaneous orgasms by memories of her intrinsic struggle to obey him. His favorite memory was belting her, bent over her Honda's hood in the wild forest. For failing to refuel her car, he'd lashed her rose pink panties and leathered her bare thighs. Before leaving, she'd paid off the Honda's finance, giving him her keys. He'd sold their ancient trusty Toyota, putting cash in the bank. Alongside her captain's salary and minimal outgoings in the outback, their bank balance was robust.

They caught up on friends and facts. His job providing outsourced IT support for large corporations still didn't thrill him. His programming skills, gained by natural curiosity, didn't help his resume. Employers expected reputable qualifications. His job search had caused serious arguments until, furious with herself, she'd begged him to paddle her. She loved their relationship superpower, even if the core issue of his job remained unsolved.

She described her recent fascination with Tim Tam biscuits. Filled with chocolate cream, the chocolate covered biscuits had driven her back to Mrs. Fraser's General Store. Ashamed, but powerless to defeat her desire, she'd loaded a stack into her already depleted fridge.

During a natural pause, she said, "Something important has happened." 

Responding to her serious tone, he frowned. 

She reported her cockpit conversation with Tamsin about Hair Air, unaware pouches of Ben's phenomenal product, rested on her doorstep buried in Kate's kind care package. She'd saved Tamsin's hair crisis, launching her friend's sensational, sparkling dark hair on her special date. Consumed in their conversation, they'd flown off course, Tamsin at their controls, her as navigator. She recounted their caning in their hangar crew room. Confessing she'd put Jake in charge, she emphasized their discipline was formal. She described her decisive shame, lowering her uniform pants for severe strokes on her white cotton panties alongside her dutiful crew mate. 

"Show me," Neil ordered. 

His stern command pummeling her with pleasure, she rose, shucking her short denim shorts. Turning her cane striped bottom to the screen, she lowered her coral red fishnet lace panties. Marked by her severe punishment, her bare bottom exposed to his intense scrutiny, her heart cried out for his judgement. If he could reach through her screen and paddle her, she'd take his personal sanction with pride. 

"Did the cane hurt as much as our paddle?"

Pulling up her red lace, she sat on her bed before him. "Different. It concentrates its pain. Fire flares after it has struck. When you think you've taken it, pain explodes. My god, it's hard to hold still. It just keeps hurting you. It doesn't ache deep like our paddle. Its sizzling burn refuses to subside. My strokes hurt worse when later ones arrived. It's an intense punishment. I deserved a severe thrashing. I kept still, and we both thanked him with respectful deference, despite our burning bottoms."

"Good girl," he said.

"Thank you," she gushed. "I wanted your approval. I wished it was you correcting me, but getting caned by my employee delivers healthy long-term humility. He was mature, keeping it matter-of-fact. It felt official as I'd hoped. I imagine he enjoyed seeing Tamsin's bottom. They've gone on a date."

"Interesting," Neil grinned. "After he's just thrashed her bottom?"

"She's dangled her legs in front of him all month. Professional punishment aside, her caning won't have done their prospects any harm."

"How did she react when you suggested she receive physical punishment?"

"Ah," she said. She described discovering her private letter on Tamsin's phone. Explaining Tamsin's embarrassing trip to their general store to purchase canes for her own beating, she received firm nods of approval.

"You should have told me." 

His gruff criticism hit home. Her fundamental failure was indefensible. "Sorry. Accepting the obvious solution, we fixed our friendship, and I forgot."

"Tell me about caning her."

She smiled. He'd enjoy her story. It was fair. She'd let him down. He deserved his pleasure. 

"Tamsin was so upset with herself. She was desperate to apologize." Describing the twelve strokes she'd given Tamsin at bedtime, she watched him shift his position, his prominent erection straining his tight white boxers. She described Tamsin bending in her pilot's uniform, her skimpy panties presented for twelve punitive strokes with the heavy cane before their first flight. Releasing his solid manhood, he rubbed himself, unable to ignore his pleasure.

"Did she fly okay?"

"Of course." Defending her co-pilot, she rose to her knees. Plunging her fingers into her red lace panties under his passionate gaze, she circled her damp clit. "Sorry for failing to tell you."

Stroking himself hard, he said, "You deserve a paddling. When we meet, I'll thrash you for neglecting to tell me about our letter."

Fingers busy in her red lace, stimulating herself for him, thrilled her. Filling his screen, her vigorous hand shook her bed. "You'll paddle me," she panted.

"Hard. You deserve it. Forgetting is disgraceful."

His powerful scolding penetrated her with pleasure. She shifted her knees, getting comfortable. Knocking against her laptop, she spun it across her bed. Pulling its focus back to her busy panties, she circled herself hard, panting as he returned to view, his hardness dominating her screen. 

"I'm a disgraceful girl due hard punishment."

"You are. You have no excuse."

"No excuse," she panted. Pleasure poured into her pretty panties. Made to orgasm before her powerful boyfriend, she shook on her knees.

Stroking himself, he panted, "Did I see my present on your bed?"

"Mmm," she said, hot joy permeating her body. "I brought it to unwrap with you."

Thrusting his command through her bass speakers, he said, "Unwrap it now."

Her sex delighted by another command, she unwrapped the book-sized object. Removing three layers of different wrapping paper, her curiosity grew. Revealing a shallow, baby-pink box, she delighted in its prettiness. Sliding off the lid, shredded pink packing paper exploded onto her bed as his abrupt demand became crystal clear.

Placing the beautiful box lid on her bedside, she inverted the base. A hand-sized polished pale oak paddle fell onto her bed. Protecting her perfect box, she picked up her paddle, swatting her palm to measure its sting as pleasant pain burst a red mark.

"Kneel," he commanded.

She complied, lawless pleasure awash in her desperate sex.

"Your official caning deserves consequences from me. Reach behind you. I expect to hear a hard crack. Make it hurt you."

Overpowering obedience drove her arm. Raising her paddle away, she smashed the cute oak into her caned cheeks. Agony burst across her face as his punishing pain penetrated her deserving behind.

Shame drove her words. "I'm sorry, Neil. Thank you."

"Good girl," he said. "Spank yourself again. Other cheek."

Obeying, she slammed her gift into her bare behind, below her panties, stinging her sore stripes. Brutal heat burned his punishment deep into her behind.

"I'll paddle you after any official correction." His voice thundered his promise through her speakers.

Her heart hurtled through her screen. "Thank you," she said. "It hurts like hell."

"Good. You deserve it."

Her sex praised his perfection. "Thank you for my gorgeous present. I love it. Being apart is tough." Inspecting her warm wood, tears threatened. "This is so loving and kind."

Forcing off his boxers, he rubbed his manhood. "I'm disappointed you didn't inform me about Tamsin reading our letter. Your excuse is unacceptable."

His vehement last word vibrated through her stormy sex.

"Diane, I love you. It's my duty to spank you. I won't hide my enjoyment of your strict obedience." He stroked himself. "Kneel and spread your legs."

His tough order flooded respect through her brain as obedience drove her to her knees. Spreading her legs, her tight red lace and creamy skin filled his screen. His rigorous control delighted her hungry sex.

"Rest your paddle against your sore bottom," he instructed. Obeying, she saw his hardness pulse with desire for her.

"Further. Reach your softest cheek." 

She slid her paddle against her most delicate skin.

"Good girl."

Honor rested beneath her kind oak. Under his strict supervision, she must sting her caned skin, slamming cruel pain where she'd suffer. Spreading her legs, she made space for her gift to deliver its worst, waiting for his order.

"I expect you to land your paddle with full force. Thrash yourself. Hard, girl."

His furious command drove her instant obedience. She lifted her perfect paddle, slamming it into her right buttock, scorching her sensitive skin with furious fire. Blazing pain erupted across her cheek. "Fuck," she cried, abandoning her paddle as she soothed her stung skin.

"Pick it up," he ordered, her bass speaker resonating against her bed.

She obeyed, releasing her punished cheek and grabbing her fallen paddle.

"Harder. Other cheek," he ordered.

Guilty of deceiving him, she raised her proud paddle, slamming blistering pain into her tender, punished buttock. Heat exploded. Kneeling, agony wrought across her face, she turned, showing him her reddened skin.

"Hard again. Same places."

Condemned by his harsh order, her obedient arm stung vicious heat into each burning cheek. Honest agony simulating her obedient sex, pain croaked her voice as she said, "I'm sorry, Neil."

Her apology drove his fast strokes. "Double swats again, lower," he commanded.

Bending forward, her sex thrust her arm to its limit. She crashed her polished oak into fresh bare skin, delivering priceless agony. Pain soaring in her paddled butt, she celebrated his tough leadership. Piling pain into pain, she cried out as fiery heat roasted her private skin. Swapping hands, she slammed her paddle into her other cheek, balancing her burn.

His hand skimmed his hardness as he said, "Good girl, you're forgiven."

Dropping her paddle, she plunged her hand into her panties. Kneeling, punished, before her man, she gasped, "You paddled me."

"Yes, babe. Don't forget it. It's fair punishment."

His deep voice vibrated her bed. Spreading her thighs, her sex consumed his view, her finger pressed her pleasure against her critical limit.

"Fair," she gasped. Tiny cries burst from the back of her throat, launching waves of shattering orgasms, knocking her sideways onto her bed. Her pleasure pulsed through justified pain as he came hard, obvious enjoyment spurting over his muscular bare chest.

"You're gorgeous," she cried.

"I love you," he said, his voice shimmering across the bed she slept in.  

"I love you too. You're a wonderful boyfriend."

She twisted onto her front and stared into her screen. He mirrored her position, sharing their closeness. 

"My butt fucking hurts. Even far apart, you've punished me. I love your gorgeous gift."

He smiled. "I'm glad."

"Did you tell Kate what you were sending me?"

He nodded.

She cherished her friendship with Kate. Her friend would love to hear about her paddle.

"I've got to start my day," he said. "I love you. Tomorrow evening, I'll inspect your marked butt. Wear the same panties."  

She grinned as their call disconnected. She'd worn her red lace for him. Sliding them off, they grazed her stinging butt. Her phenomenal come had left a damp crotch. Washing her panties in her sink, she plunged the lace through lukewarm water. Required to clean her delicate panties by hand before bed, her sweet penance throbbed her sex. She let her pleasure build.

Laying her wet panties on her bedroom windowsill to dry in the desert air, she chose white cotton bikini panties covered with tiny peaches and strawberries for bed. Her cotton comforted her. She was a punished girl, enduring discomfort delivered by her strict boyfriend. 

Bare in her bedtime panties, she rested her head on her pillow, her fingers probing her moist sex, flooded with memories of her recent obedience. Delivering her own punishment on his command conflicted with suffering her agony. She'd blocked out her pain, to keep her arm honest. Soothing her stinging bottom with one hand, she circled her clit, appreciating her painful punishment.

Her official cane stripes heated her bed while her burning bottom honored her strict boyfriend. She came hard, pleasure flooding her fingers as fast orgasms locked her thighs over her hand, sealing in her pleasure for mere seconds before it fell away into the night, leaving her sore, punished and steeped in obedient bliss.