Kennedy sat on the couch, playing with her phone. She knew that Jordan should be home any minute from the airport. She always hated that Jordan wouldn’t let her drive her there and pick her up, but she claimed that the drive there was “therapeutic”. So she didn’t argue the point. Kennedy knew that today was going to suck, massively, so she was trying to cheer herself up a little bit with some cat videos on Youtube. That usually did the trick. But she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in her stomach. She’d spent almost an entire hour watching videos before she finally heard Jordan’s suv pull into the driveway. She took a deep breath and set her phone down on the coffee table, hopping up to get the door for her girlfriend. Jordan was just about to open the door herself when Kennedy flung it open. She leapt at her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around the women she’d been missing for the last three days. Jordan grinned and lifted Kennedy off her feet, spinning her around a little bit.
“There’s my baby girl. I missed you so much” She said, kissing the top of her smaller girlfriend’s head. Kennedy smiled and closed her eyes, relishing in this blissful, happy moment. Eventually, the two seperated and Jordan sighed.
“I need to get settled in and then we can talk” she said, kissing Kennedy on the cheek. Kennedy nodded and went to sit back down on the couch, but was stopped by Jordan.
“No baby. In the corner. Pants and boxers off, with your hands on your head. I’ll be back for you in a few minutes.” She sat, swatting Kennedy in the center of her ass. Kennedy jumped and did as she was told, standing obediently in the corner, waiting to be retrieved. She wanted to keep her promise, that she’d take her punishment like a good girl. She stood with her hands on her head and her feet were shoulder width apart. She could hear Jordan making a bunch of noise in their bedroom upstairs and couldn’t help but wonder what it was she was doing. Jordan came down several long minutes later with a handful of dreadful items. Kennedy dared a single glance and then turned back to the corner, wincing.
“I want your nose touching the corner, Kennedy Ray. Don’t look back again” Jordan said. Her voice was completely stern now, she meant business. She went off into the kitchen for a few minutes and Kennedy sighed quietly, wondering how long this awful corner business really had to last. At last Jordan came to get her. She took Kennedy by the wrist and guided her to a chair that Jordan had taken from the kitchen.
“Kneel on the chair. On your knees.” Jordan said, helping Kennedy up even though she didn’t need it. Then walked away again. Kennedy pouted. This whole waiting business was killing her. She’d already waited over 24 hours for this stupid punishment. Her resolve to take her punishment like a good girl was quickly wearing down. Jordan came back just as this thought occured to her, almost as if she could read Kennedy’s mind. Jordan put a hand on her girlfriends upper back, bending her over the back of the chair as much as she could. The back of the chair was fairly tall, so it really only bent her over at the chest. She held her there and started a barrage of harsh smacks to Kennedy’s exposed cheeks. Suddenly Kennedy realized how much this hurt her knees, but she couldn’t move much anyways. She just yelped out in pain, her hands flailing out sideways.
“Hold onto the other side of the chair” Jordan said, swatting the girl’s sit spots hard until she complied. She continued the spanking for another thirty seconds before unpinning Kennedy.
“You can stand up now, little one” she said, offering help again. Kennedy needed it this time, her knees really hurt from kneeling. Kennedy remained silent apart from a few stray sniffles. Jordan took her chin in her hand and lifted it, forcing the smaller girl to look her in the eyes.
“Talk to me. Tell me why you’re getting punished.” She said, still keeping a grip on her girlfriend’s chin.
“Um…because…because I broke basically all the rules you gave me before you left… I got too drunk, I invited too many people over, I made a huge mess of the house…I was just…a very bad girl…” Kennedy trailed off, a tear sliding down her cheek. Jordan kissed her forehead and released her chin.
“On the couch. Lay on your back.” She said, walking over to the things she’d brought from upstairs. She’d laid them out in a line on the dining room table. She picked up a wooden spoon, and tapped it on her palm as Kennedy got into position. Kennedy hated this, she knew exactly what was coming. She definitely wanted to argue, but she knew that it would get her nowhere, and she really wanted to keep her promise. Jordan strode over to Kennedy and as soon as she was comfortably on her back, she took her girlfriend’s ankles in one hand and lifted them up, until they were even with Kennedy’s collar bone. She could see Kennedy’s face was pink from embarassment. It almost matched her ass. Jordan fought the urge to smile at the thought. She knew Kennedy hated this position, it was extremely exposing and it pulled her skin tight, making the sting significantly worse. Jordan started to spank with the wooden spoon, hitting fast but with only a medium amount of force. There was no choice involved, purely on instinct, Kennedy started to wiggle. The lack of pauses in between blows was difficult to handle, especially with a wooden spoon. Jordan kept this up for several minutes, turning Kennedy’s ass a nice shade of red. Finally she let her girlfriend have some dignity and put her legs back down. Kennedy wasn’t crying yet, which was surprising. But also good, because they had a long way to go.
Jordan put the wooden spoon back on the dining room table and picked up the lexan paddle. She paused for a moment, tapping it on her palm. She sighed a little to herself and walked back over to Kennedy. She really didn’t like punishing her girlfriend so severely, but she had to, in order to keep her in line. They both agreed that this was something they needed. Kennedy saw the lexan paddle and bit her lip to keep from protesting. It was in her nature to protest, so fighting all these urges was very difficult for her. Jordan wordlessly lifted Kennedy off the couch by the crook of her arm and walked her to the back of the couch. She bent her over it, adjusting her so that her hips rested on the very edge of it. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to keep from falling over the other side. Jordan tapped the paddle on her red cheeks, but didn’t start spanking yet.
“You completely disobeyed me. You know better than to drink so much that you can’t even speak correctly. You know that you could have controlled how many people came into our house, especially ones that you did not know. And you got so shit faced that you couldn’t keep our home from being trashed. I will not tolerate being disrespected like this, Kennedy. You know better than this. I am disappointed and hurt. Next time I go out of town for any reason, you will be grounded. No one will come over here, and you will go nowhere. Do you understand me?” She said, bringing the paddle down once, hard. Kennedy yelled out in pain and surprise.
“Ah…y-yes Jordan” she answered quietly. Jordan brought the paddle down across Kennedy’s thighs.
“Try again” she said, waiting. Kennedy wailed, her legs flinging themselves up protectively.
“Yes…ma’am” she answered, the tears starting to fall. Jordan used the edge of the paddle to push Kennedy’s legs back down before bringing it down across her cheeks again. It had a lot of power, this paddle. It left a prominent dark mark in its wake every time it fell. Kennedy began to cry loudly as her ass turned from bright red to dark. Jordan stopped and walked back to the table. She set the paddle down and picked up a small rope. She walked back to Kennedy and bound her wrists together, securing the rope by knotting it up Kennedy’s arms. This was new for her, this almost-bondage restraint technique. Kennedy didn’t argue, but she was still crying from the ordeal with the lexan paddle. Jordan let her have a moment while she walked over to the table. She picked up a spray bottle and walked back to her girlfriend. She gently helped the girl walk back around the edge of the couch and guided her over her knees. She adjusted the bound, crying girl and then began spraying her burning cheeks with the spray bottle. Kennedy visably jumped, shocked at the cold, and then relaxed. The water felt good. A welcome reprieve from the heat that had been manifesting. Jordan knew this relief wouldn’t last long, not long at all. She set the bottle down once Kennedy’s ass was completely soaked. She started hand spanking her, the echo of the stingy blows sounding through their living room. Kennedy began to wail again, realizing how much more being spanked hurt with wet skin. She couldn’t help it anymore, she had to do something.
“Please! Please, JoJo! I learned my lesson…I”ll never drink that much again, I swear!
Jordan immediatly lifted Kennedy off her knees. She strode over to the dining room table and go the strap. She came back, pulling Kennedy back over her knees. She held the strap in front of Kennedy’s mouth.
“Open” she said, waiting for compliance. When Kennedy timidly opened her mouth, Jordan put the strap in her mouth.
“Bite down. I don’t want to here anything else from you” she said, spraying Kennedy’s cheeks again with the spray bottle. Kennedy whimpered, knowing she couldn’t actually protest anymore anyways, it was impossible. It would only come out as mumbles. Jordan resumed spanking her with her hand, pleased at the lack of pleas and protests from her bratty girlfriend. She knew that Kennedy wasn’t actually disobeying her by telling her she’d learned her lesson. But she didn’t want Kennedy to have the option to ask for mercy. Not now. She needed to learn, completely and fully, what happens when she broke this many rules in one go. Her poor bottom was turning a darker red, almost purple. Jordan slowed her rate, making sure her hand was falling extra heavy. She wanted Kennedy to feel this for several days, especially when she sat down. Kennedy was full on sobbing now. After several minutes. Jordan stopped.
“We’re almost done, little one” Jordan said, standing her up. She took the strap from Kennedy’s mouth and guided her to the corner again. Once there, she utied Kennedy’s hands and rubbed her wrists where the rope had dug in a little bit.
“Wait here for me, sweetheart” she said, putting her girlfriend’s hands on her head for her. Kennedy’s cries quieted, as she calmed herself down. She thought about how she got hersef here. The stupid decisions, the rules she broke. She could have handled things way better, if she had even bothered to try. Instead she let things happen, and spiral completely out of hand. Which rightfully ended her here. She felt so bad for disappointing Jordan. She never wanted to disappoint her, or to hurt her. But that is exactly what she did. She knew full well that she deserved exactly what she was getting, and more. But Jordan wasn’t abusive. She was just making her point. She knew Kennedy’s limits. She would take care of her.
“That nose better be touching dry wall, missy” Jordan called from the kitchen. Kennedy made sure it was, her hands firmly planted above her head and her feet apart. She was doing the best she could to show Jordan her remorse.
Jordan came back several minutes later holding a belt in her hand.
“Come here, Kennedy” Jordan said, standing behind the couch. Kennedy walked slowly, her tears still falling, but silently. She stopped when she was about three feet from Jordan.
“You will never do anything like this again, will you?” Jordan said, watching her very sorry girlfriend. Kennedy shook her head and looked at the floor.
“I wont, JoJo. I should have stopped the other people from coming. I should have stood my ground. I should have also stopped drinking when I knew I was at my limit. I was very disrespectful to you and I was extremely out of hand. I’m sorry for hurting you, for disappointing you” Kennedy said, looking up at Jordan, tears streaming down her face. Jordan nodded, and helped Kennedy bend back over the back of the couch.
“Hold onto the cushion. Do not stand up. Do not reach back here, and do not lift your legs. Is that clear?” She asked rubbing her girlfriend’s back a little. Kennedy nodded and sniffled.
“Yes, ma’am” she answered.
“Good girl” Jordan said, tapping the belt against Kennedy’s cheeks. She reared back and brought it back down, leaving an angry purple stripe on her girlfriend’s ass. Kennedy yelled out in pain, but stayed in position. She started to shake a little, scared to think of how many strokes she’d have to take. Jordan gave her a second to control herself before raising the belt again and bringing it down just as hard. Kennedy howled, digging her nails into the couch cushions. Jordan’s heart ached, but she had to do this. She brought the belt down on her sobbing girlfriend a total of ten times, leaving Kennedy’s ass striped and severely bruised. She set the belt down and lifted Kennedy very gently into her arms, Kennedy grabbed handfuls of Jordan’s tshirt and buried her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder. She sobbed, her body shaking with her cries. Jordan rubbed her back and shushed her, telling her she was okay, that she was forgiven. They stood like that for several minutes as Kennedy collected herself, calming her cries. Eventually she pulled away from Jordan and looked up at her.
“I’m so sorry Jo. I promise I’ll never do anything like that again” she said quietly. Jordan kissed her forehead and smiled.
“I know you wont, baby girl. I love you. You’re completely forgiven. Its all over. Let’s go get you some lotion upstairs, okay?” Jordan led her punished girlfriend upstairs to their bedroom. She helped Kennedy lay down on her stomach on the bed. While Jordan’s fingers slowly worked the lotion in, Kennedy slowly stopped crying.
“Jo? I…have something else to tell you” she said quietly. She had a pillow under her chest that she was hugging, and she hugged it a little tighter as she said it. Jordan stopped rubbing lotion in, concerned. It sounded like it was going to be a confession, which might mean Kennedy did something else wrong. Her poor ass really couldn’t take more punishment.
“What is it, baby girl?” Jordan asked, keeping her tone even and steady. Her hands hovered over the girl’s red cheeks. Kennedy took a deep breath.
“When you called me on the phone….when you told me that I’d be getting a spanking I’d never forget…” she trailed off, unsure of how to word this.
“Kennedy, what happened? You’re freaking me out” Jordan said, leaning back a little. Kennedy cleared her throat.
“Um. Jazz heard you. She heard you tell me I was getting spanked when you came home. So….I kinda had to tell her and Frankie. About this. About everything. Otherwise she was going to continue assuming that….that you abuse me. I couldn’t let her do that” she finished, hiding her face in the pillow. Jordan paused for a moment before starting to laugh. Her laugh grew, and Kennedy couldn’t help but start to laugh a little with her. Once Jordan got ahold of herself she resumed rubbing the lotion into her girlfriend’s punished cheeks.
“Oh my goodness, Kennedy. I thought you were going to tell me you punched a hole in the dry wall or that your car was stolen or something ridiculous. You poor thing. That had to have been so awkward. What did they say to you?” She asked, a smirk still on her face. Kennedy looked back at Jordan and pouted.
“They thought it was funny too. Everyone thinks me getting spanked is funny, except me!” She humphed back into the pillow, grumbling. Jordan’s hands were mostly clear of lotion now and she raised an eyebrow. She adjusted herself and spanked the center of the back of Kennedy’s thighs, once on each thigh. She hit hard, making sure she made a mark. Kennedy howled, the previously untouched part of her thighs burning. Her eyes flooded with tears.
“I do not find it funny that I have to put you across my knee to get you to behave yourself, Kennedy Ray Arlington. I find it necessary, and I find it helpful. You have a penchant for misbehaving, and someone has to keep you in line. What I was laughing about was that you made it seem like you had some deep dark secret to tell me, when in reality, you just had to admit to me that your best friends are now aware of the fact that you get turned over my knee and spanked when you do something bad.” Jordan lifted the pouting girl up into her arms, holding her tight.
“I don’t like to hurt you, and I do not find it funny. You are my everything, my whole world. I discipline you because I love you. Nothing more, nothing less. Okay?” Jordan said, kissing the top of Kennedy’s head. Kennedy nodded and cuddled closer to her girlfriend.
“I know. I’m sorry, Jordan. For everything” she said quietly. Jordan smiled.
“It’s all forgiven, my love. Now, I got you something from Boston. Let’s go get it” she said. Kennedy grinned and hopped up, wincing only slightly. Jordan took her downstairs and handed her the little wooden box. Inside were little chocolates, shaped like penguins. Kennedy set it down and hugged Jordan tight.
“You’re the best girlfriend ever!” she said, laughing. Jordan grinned and lifted her girlfriend up off her feet, spinning her around.
“You said L.A. Burdick was your favorite right?” She said, setting Kennedy back on her feet.
“Yes, ma’am! You gotta try one, they’re totally worth ruining the cuteness to eat them.”
They spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch under a blanket, watching Criminal Minds and eating little chocolate penguins. Jordan was happy to be home, happy to have her girl in her arms again. Kennedy was relieved and content, snuggled up in the blanket with her favorite person in the world.