The Only One Who Was Nice to Me

I was washing my dishes when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on the spare towel and went to open it, and was shocked.

"Sandy?!"

"Yeah," she said, looking morose. She was a beautiful woman; I was always struck by her big brown eyes, so full of life and warmth, today filled with an intense sadness and shame. She had a cute, thin nose that fit her cute, long face, framed by wavy brown hair. Her frame was thin; she wore a dark blue jacket over a dark purple turtleneck and black jeans. "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

"Good." She had her arms crossed nervously. She stepped in, looking away from me.

"What's up?"

She looked at me. "You're being very nice considering how it all went down last time we spoke. How have you been?"

"Good, all things considered. I've been working pretty comfortably, and I've been recording a lot of music."

"That's wonderful."

"What about you?" I was suspicious and nervous, but then she broke down crying.

"Oh, Danny, it's been awful!" She wailed. "I've driven away everyone in my life. I've lost everything. I have no job and I'm living with my parents! I have no friends anymore!"

"That must be awful! I'm so sorry."

"You're so nice, Danny," she wiped her eyes as she spoke. "You're the only one who had any patience for my stupid conspiracy theories. All the way to the end, I was screaming at you, calling you the most awful things, and you kept telling me how smart I am, that I was just wasting my intelligence on bullshit."

"Well, it's what a decent person would do, I suppose."

"Yes," she walked up to me and put her hands on my chest. "And you're a decent person." I have to admit, it felt pretty good to hear her say that, though I did think this was really weird. "I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I was wrong."

"Thank you. I accept your apology." That felt good too.

"No, it's not enough! I don't feel right. I need real closure! What can I do?!"

"I don't know! Take your clothes off and bow before me fifteen times?"

She paused and looked at me. I could see the gears turning in her head. "Yes! Perfect!" She slid her jacket off and put it on the floor, then grabbed her turtleneck by the bottom and pulled up, revealing a white T-shirt.

"Whoa! Hey, I was just kidding--"

"No, you're right!" She folded her turtleneck as she spoke. "I was proud, so the only way to apologise is to debase and humiliate myself! It's wonderful!" She folded the turtleneck and put it on the jacket. She then undid her belt, slid it off, and pushed her pants to the floor. She was standing in my kitchen wearing white panties and a white T-shirt, folding her pants.

"Well, now, Sandy, this is truly silly, I - hey!"

She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was topless in my house! Her breasts were perfect, round and soft and cute and a bit small. I was deeply attracted to her, and a little embarrassed on her behalf, and entranced by her body.

She folded the shirt and placed it on the rest of her clothes, then pulled down the panties, revealing a perfect triangle of brown public hair. She then looked directly at me, blushing incredibly. She half-heartedly covered up.

"This is so humiliating," she said. "But it feels right." She got down on her knees and bowed. "I'm so sorry. I was such a naughty girl." She lifted her arms up. Her body was so amazing. "Can you ever forgive me?" She bowed again.

I shifted from one foot to the other. I couldn't believe how hot this was. She lifted her arms up and down, causing her small breasts to jiggle. Her complete naked submission turned me on so much!

"I submit to you and beg your forgiveness!" she said, continuing to bow in an exaggerated manner. Suddenly she stopped, and she was just laying on the floor, her arms out in the bow. She started shaking.

"Are you okay?" I lifted her head slightly with my hand, and I saw tears running down her face.

"I really am such a terrible person!" she moaned. "I'm so lonely... and stupid... I've driven away everyone good in my life... I'm such a weak and stupid loser! Look what I'm doing to myself now!"

"Hey... hey..." I put my finger to her lips. I must admit, I enjoyed the feeling of power. She was looking at me; so vulnerable, so sad. You know, I did want to punish her. She hurt my feelings. "Get onto your hands and knees." Her eyes widened. She immediately obeyed. I walked over to the kitchen drawers and took out my wooden spoon. "You're right. You've been very naughty. So I'm going to punish you. Twenty spanks ought to do it."

"Oh my," she said.

"I didn't say you could talk. Thirty spanks now." She snapped her mouth shut and looked down, but I could see her trying not to smile. "Every time I spank you, I want you to count the spank and thank me for it, and I want you to call me Sir." I kneeled down, putting my left hand on her body to balance myself. I then brought the wooden spoon down on her butt.

"One! Thank you, Sir!"

I hit her again.

"Two! Thank you, Sir!"

The feeling of strength felt so good.

"Three! Mmm! Thank you, Sir!"

I loved that she was submitting to me. I loved that she just sat there and took punishment from me. She was letting me shape her body and mind, starting with her butt.

"Ahh! Four! Thank you, Sir!"

She was grunting as I hit her. Her butt was turning red.

"Oh! Ohohohoh! Five! Thank you, Sir! I'm such a naughty girl! I'm so stupid and naughty and I deserve to be punished!"

What she was saying made me feel good. She'd hurt my feelings, she'd said and done some stupid things, and now she was owning up to it. I kept spanking her.

"Aw! Six! Thank you, Sir! Mmm! Seven! Thank you, Sir! Eight! Thank you, Sir!"