Elly May Becomes A Lady

One morning while working in my office, I came downstairs to get a cup of coffee.  I smelled a foul odor coming from the trashcan.

 

“Elly May,” I said, “this trash smells bad.  Please get it emptied.”

 

She is busy doing laundry and tells me that she will do it right away.

 

At noontime, Elly calls me to say that lunch is ready.

 

Sitting in the dining room, I once again smell the trash in the kitchen.

 

“Elly May,” I bark, “I told you to empty that trash.  This is the last time I am going to tell you.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Mike,” she answers, “I just plum forgot about it.  I’ll do it as soon as we’re done with vittles.”

 

After lunch I have to leave to go to the post office, to mail a few business items, and I also go to the stationary store to pick up some office supplies.

 

I come home after a few hours and the first thing, when I walk in the door; I smell that trash still.

 

I go into the kitchen and see that the can has not been emptied yet.

 

“Elly May Clampett,” I yell, “get in this kitchen, RIGHT NOW!!”

 

She has been changing the bed sheets and comes running to the kitchen.

 

“Yes sir,” she pants from running, “you want somethin’?”

 

I am standing there pointing at the trashcan.

 

“What the hell is this?” I ask demanding an answer.

 

“Oh, I forgot again.  I’ll git to that right now.”

 

Still very angry I tell her, “Damn right you will”

 

Elly quickly picks up the can and goes out back to empty it.  She brings the can back in and puts it away.

 

“I had to tell you three times to do this.  I should never have to ask more than once.  I think that you need some discipline, young lady.”  I grab her arm firmly.

 

“Come with me,” I tell her.  I lead her into the family room that adjoins the kitchen.

 

“What you need is a good spanking.  Now drop them britches and bend over the back of this couch.”

 

Elly May is wearing a tight pink halter-top and tiny pink short-shorts.  She has a big frown on her face, as she pouts her lips.

 

She slowly lowers her tiny shorts and starts to bend over the couch.

 

“Remove your panties as well,” I instruct her.

 

She pulls her pink bikini panties down and they fall to the floor.  She lies over the back of the couch with her gorgeous ass sticking high in the air.

 

“Now you have disobeyed me too many times today.  I had to tell you three times to do the same chore.  You are going to get ten swats for every time.  They are going to hurt more, for each and every time that I had to tell you.”

 

“You must be taught to follow my orders.  In the future, you will learn to do things the first time.”

 

“Now I want you to understand that I am doing this only because I care so much for you.  This does not give me any pleasure to punish you like this.  Do you understand that I am doing this for your own good?”

 

Elly May turns her head and looks up with sorry eyes.  “Yes, sir,” she whimpers, “I know that I’ve been bad.  I shoulda listened to ya the first time.  I reckon ya’ll need to give me a good whupping.”

 

Using only my hand, I give a firm slap to one ass cheek, and then to the next one.  The firm slaps, rather than hard ones, warm her bottom up nicely.  Her tight ass cheeks go from white to a light red glow by the time I give her the first ten slaps with my hand.  Every time I slapped her ass, Elly would jump some but it didn’t make her cry out.

 

The next ten were going to be different

 

From a nearby cabinet I pull out a plastic spanking paddle.  It is 14” long and 3” wide with holes in it.  The paddle covers both her ass cheeks as I give her the first swift smack.

 

“Owwwww,” she cries, “that stings somethin’ awful!!

 

 I don’t acknowledge her cry.  I just keep up with nine more hard whacks.  Elly May screams out after each one.  Her ass is now a glowing bright red.

 

By the time I am done, Elly May has tears pouring from her eyes.  She is apologizing and telling me how sorry she is, but this gets no sympathy from me.

 

“Here come the last ten,” I tell her.  “As a country girl, you should be used to a hickory switch.”

 

Elly looks over her shoulder, with fear in her teary eyes.  “Oh no, not a switch, Mr. Mike.  Please I’ll be good,” she says as I give her the first full swing of the switch across her sore red ass.

 

The switch makes a loud, Whooosh…..Shrrack.

 

“Owwwwwwwwwww,” she cries.  “Please stop.  I’ll be good.”

 

Whooosh…..Shrrack!

 

Whooosh…..Shrrack!

 

“Oh Gawd, please stop, pleeeeease” she screams.

 

Whooosh…..Shrrack!

 

Whooosh…..Shrrack!

 

I keep up the switching count by count.  By now, red welts are covering her ass.  I am intentional to cause pain but careful though not to break the skin.

 

By the time I finish the ten-count, Elly May is wailing like a baby.

 

“Oh please, Mr. Mike,” she cries, “I promise to be good.  Please don’t whup me no more.”

 

I gently take her hand and stand her back up, facing me.

 

“Now, Elly May,” as I look deep into her watery eyes, “you know that I only did this for your own good.  I hope that you appreciate what I have done.”

 

She nods her head up and down.  “I know ya did, Mr. Mike.  I shoulda done what ya said.  I’m grateful to ya for caring about me,” she says with a sad tearful face.

 

“Now I want you to show me your appreciation,” I tell her.

 

“Get down on your knees and suck my cock.  And this time, young lady, you had better get the whole thing down your throat.”