Devon and Sara: the beginning


Devon Wallace was sitting around, chatting with some friends, and sipping on a beer, laughing and having a good time. He was playing poker with the other guys and doing ok, but not all that well. He bet big on his current hand and called first, and was beaten out, losing alot of money. He cursed and shook his head, not believing his luck at all.
Devon was a 27 year old. businessman who was trying to work out a deal to buy a restaraunt, as one of his dreams was to own one of those. He was single, but had a steady girlfriend who had 4 wonderful kids. He took them out to eat, and to ballgames, and concerts, and his life was pretty happy. He even had made arrangements to propose to his girlfriend, Sara Tyler.
He sipped his beer and watched the ball game on the big screen TV, smiling as his team was doing well. His friend, Roman, looked at him, “How is Sara?”
“She’s doing good,” Devon smiled, “I’m thinking of proposing to her pretty soon. And I will offer to adopt the kids if she wants me too.”
“How come you’re not at home?” Roman asked, “She and the kids go out?”
“No, I –” Devon broke off, “In fact, she was going to cook. And I told her I’d be there.” He glanced at the clock, it was 7:45, “Shit. I should’ve been there already. See you guys. Thanks for the poker and the brewski.”
Devonn drove as fast as he thought safe towards Sara’s house, hoping she wouldn’t be too upset at him. He reached for his cell phone, but it wasn’t there. Had he forgotten it at her house that morning? He thought maybe he had and that meant she had no way to get in touch with him. Finally, he made it to her house and pulled in the driveway. He locked the car and walked on inside. From the living room he head CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! and the sound of Sara’s 9 yr. old, Jacen, crying hard. He took his stuff to their bedroom and changed into shirt and jeans. Heading to the front room, where he could hear the belt whipping still, he was waylayed by Sara’s 7 year old twins Jenny and Courtney and 5 yr. old Corky.
“Devo!” They all cried at once and hugged him. Corky looked at him, “Jacen failed a test at ‘chool and lied to mommy ’bout it. She was weally mad.”
“I see,” Devon said, “Has she made dinner yet?”
“No,” Courtney shook her blond, pigtailed head, “Not yet. She wanted to deal with Jacen first.
“Ok,” Devon said, sighing with relief, “That’s good. You three go play, OK?”
“Yes sir,” they all chorused and ran to their rooms. Devon walked to the front room and glanced to his right. Jacen was in the corner, shorts and briefs pooled at his feet, hands on his head, red and striped bottom on display. Sara walked in and Devon kissed her and smiled.
Sara didn’t return the smile, “Where have you been? You’re lucky you didn’t miss dinner but I had that seminar to go to. And you were suppossed to babysit!”
Devon had forgotten about that, “I completely forgot Sara. I apologize to you. I had things to do after work and so I ran really late.”
“Things like going to the bar?” Sara asked.
“No, of course not,” Devon lied, regretting it the moment he said it.
“DEVON KYLE WALLACE!” Sara said in a loud voice, “You smell like beer so I know that’s a lie. And you left your cell phone here. Forgot that too?”
“Yes Sara, I did,” Devon admitted, “I uh… gambled. Lost a bunch.”
Sara sighed, “Devon, I’ve told you not to gamble anymore as you don’t know when to quit and you lose money. And you still do. And you constantly forget things, easy things to. Talking hasn’t helped, so I’m going to do something else and see if it helps. And you’re lying made it worse. You are going to learn consideration, honesty, learn to remember, and learn to listen. Understand?”
“Y-yes Sara,” Devon nodded.
“Good,” Sara replied and grabbed his hear. She pulled him to the corner and stuck his nose in it, “Stand there and think about your behavior. As soon as I get supper in the over, I will be back to deal with you.” Devon stood there, having a fair idea of what was going to happen. But she hadn’t done it before, so he wasn’t sure she’d do so now. He could hear her in the kitchen, rattling the dishes and working on supper. He wasn’t sure what she was making, but it began to smell very good. She bustled about, and made stuff, taking her time. Finally he heard her put the food in the oven and set the timer. He listened as her footfalls receded down the hall, then got louder again, a tapping sound accompanying them. He heard her walk past and sit on the sofa, “Jacen, come here.” Jacen hobbled over to her and she pulled him accross her lap and rubbed lotion on his bottom, then let him up, redressed him, and kissed him, “Go wash up for dinner sweety.”
“Yes mommy,” Jacen said. He ran off towards the back of the house.
The next thing Devon heard was, “Devon, come her to me young man.” Devon turned and walked to the sofa. He looked at her and saw a paddle next to her and his eyes got big. She reached for his jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down around his ankles, then put her fingers in the waistband of his briefs and did the same, pulling them to his ankles. She looked at Devon, “Do you know what’s about to happen Devon?”
“You’re going to spank me?” Devon asked, incredulous.
“That’s correct,” Sara said, “I am going to soundly spank you and when I’m through with you, you’ll be very sorry indeed. I don’t like doing this, but I love you, so I have to teach you. From now on, Devon, if you mess up, this is what you can expect. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Devon responded.
“Yes what?” Sara asked.
“Yes ma’am,” Devon replied, looking a bit self-conscious and embarassed.
“Good boy,” Sara said, “I believe you know why you’re being spanked, so over my lap.” Devon hesitated and backed off. Sara looked at him, “Get over my lap now unless you’d like to add the hairbrush to what you’re going to get.”
Devon didn’t know what all he was getting, but wasn’t wanting the hairbrush added to it, so he walked forward and laid across her lap. She adjusted him, raised her hand and then brought it down as hard as she could.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Devon was kicking his legs and crying hardly. He had gotten some spankings growing up, but none as hard as this and she was covering every inch of his bottom, sit spot, and thighs. He was gasping and crying as the pain increased.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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Sara stopped the handspanking and Devon lay there, bawling his eyes out, his bottom very sore. He gasped, “I’m sorry Sara. I’m sorry. No more please. No more.”
“Oh, we’re not done by a long shot Devon,” Sara assured him, “Not by a long shot.” She opened a drawer and pulled out of a ruler, and not one of the cheap, thin plastic ones either, and old fashioned thick and heavy wooden on. She raised it high and brought it down.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Devon thrashed around and covered up his bottom. Sara moved his hand and landed 5 licks to each inner thigh, causing him to buck and yell. Satisified, she continued on the bottom.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
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By now, Devon’s bottom was very hot and buckets of tears poured out of his eyes. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this. She stood him up, hands on his head and kissed him, “I love you. This is killing me, but I have to do it because I love you.” She led him to the chair and bent him over the back of it. He heard her pick up the belt and tap it against his bottom. “40 licks Devon. Brace yourself.” Devon grabbed on tight the chair, his knuckles going white and waited. He didn’t have long.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Devon was screeching and squirming and wiggling and his bottom burned anew with each lick of the belt. He gasped as she continued.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Finally, she stopped and he lay over the chair, gasping and sobbing. His bottom was on fire and he was definitely learning his lesson. She picked up the paddle, “Turn around, hands on ankles.”
Devon protested, “Please no..” but saw her face and did as asked. She tapped the paddle against his bottom then brought it back and slammed it down hard.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
She set the paddle down, “You may stand up.” Devon was sobbing and tears gushed down his face as did snot. She cleaned off the snot and hugged him.
“So sorry,” he whispered, “so sorry. so sorry.”
“Shh. I know you are. You’re forgiven sweety,” Sara said and kissed him gently. She rocked him and soothed him and wiped his face, then led him to the corner, “I will call you when it’s time for dinner.”
Devon stood there for what seemed like hours as the food cooked. He even heard little Corky ask, “Why is Unky Devo in the corner?”
“He was naughty,” Sara told her baby son, “So he got punished.”
Devon sighed and stayed there in the corner, until Sara came back in the room. She called, “Devon, come over her.”
Devon hobbled to her and she placed him over her lap and rubbed lotion on his trhrobbing bottom. She redressed him and smiled, “Go wash up Devon.” He went to the bathroom and washed his hands and face and then went to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry sweety,” Devon whispered, “Thank you. I’ve been needing that for a long time. I love you for giving it to me.”
“You’re welcome,” Sara smiled, “And I know. Even big boys need to be spanked sometimes.” They all went to dinner, Devon and Jacen squirming in their chairs as they ate. They all played games after dinner, then Devon helped Sara tuck the kids in bed.
“Jacen,” Devon said, “If you need help in school, ask me. I’m glad to help.”
“Ok, Uncle Devo,” Jacen smiled, “THanks.” Jacen rolled onto his tummy and fell asleep.
Shortly thereafter Devon and Sara went to bed. Devon slowly undressed Sara and climbed on top of her and kissed her, entering into her. “I love you more than anything,” Devon whispered, as he began to make passionate love to her. She pulled him close and they kissed, loving each other. Sara thankful for a wonderful man in her life. And Dylan thankful for a woman who wasn’t afraid to give him the discipline he needed. Sara thought of getting on him for not using protection, but it was a bit late now. Oh well, she thought, I love him and he’s mine. Devon smiled, thinking, she’s mine and I love her. They continued to make love.

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