Spanked Smoker

Dear friends,

I've never been a smoker and I don't know how much help I can be to those who are and are trying to quit. I came up with a plan once to help someone who wanted to quit and it might have worked if I had been more strict with her and let her know I meant business.

The lady, who was separated from me by some distance, told me of her struggles to stop and how she felt so weak-willed. "You need to be acted on by an outside force," I told her during a phone conversation.

"I do!" she agreed emphatically. I then wrote her a letter promising to do whatever I could to help her quit, "even if I have to take you over my knee." When I phoned her again, she said she found the letter very interesting and "a little scary." We both laughed and said no more about it until I made a scheduled visit to her home. When a little kissing and body language in the kitchen led to my suggestion that we "adjourn to the bedroom," she was hesitant at first, but soon gave in. I took her by the hand and escorted her into her bedroom and closed the door behind us.

I paused when we were in front of her dresser, then turned and faced her. Taking gentle hold of her by the shoulders I looked deep into her pretty green eyes. "May I have the honor of undressing you?" I asked. She nodded wordlessly. She had become quite passive in my hands.

She was dressed very casually, in a maroon t-shirt and gray sweat pants. I left the shirt alone and went right for the pants. Slowly, I pulled them down, revealing slender, attractive legs and a pelvic area covered by a pair of black thong panties. I was surprised that a mature women would have worn such sexy underwear, but was in no mood to complain of it. I left the panties alone and continued to neglect her upper body as I focused on her eyes again.

"What do you like to do for foreplay?" I asked, giving no indication that I already had a plan worked out in my mind. She simply shrugged.

"You're the reader," she said softly. I do like to read, but usually not erotica. She was determined to be passive, which suited my purpose and plan wonderfully.

"I know!" I said, as though the strategy had just entered my mind instead of being planned for weeks.

"What?" she asked.

Again I took her by the hand and led her over to her bed. With my left hand holding her right wrist and my right arm encircling the small of her back, I seated myself comfortably on the bed, leaving her standing immediately to my right. Again I looked her straight in the eyes.

"You haven't stopped smoking, have you, dearest?" She shook her head no.

"And you know what I said I would do if you didn't." She nodded silently and perhaps a little solemnly. It was finally dawning on her what was coming.

"All right," I said, as I pulled her down and to my left. To my surprise and great delight, she offered no resistance at all, but simply allowed her small, slender body to "go with the flow." Suddenly she was lying in my lap, her upper body resting comfortably on the mattress, her hips and buttocks elevated over my lap, her legs and feet dangling toward the floor. With little effort on my part, I had her completely in my control. She had surrendered without a fight. Now she was lying quietly, motionlessly, calmly awaiting her punishment.

"I warned you, didn't I?" I reminded her.

"Yes," she said softly. I then explained that if I went back on my word now, I would be lying. I got her to admit she wouldn't want me to lie to her and would rather I keep my promise, painful though it may be for her little derriere.

"You have left me no choice, have you?" I asked, prolonging the suspense.

"No," she agreed.

"Very well," I said, adopting the tone and manner of an English schoolmaster about to cane a miscreant. "I am going to teach you a lesson, young lady -- a lesson in obedience. You have disobeyed me and now," I said, as I lightly patted her bare bottom, "I am going to punish you. I am going to punish you as I would punish a disobedient child -- with a good spanking." I looked at her bare bottom, fully exposed by the thong panties. I did not need to take them down to bare a bottom that was already naked. But I liked the ritual of taking a lady's panties down for a spanking. So I inserted my fingers into the waist band and as I did, she cooperatively raised her hips up slightly off my lap so I could easily slide the panties down to just below mid-thigh. Though she was making absolutely no effort to resist or escape, I kept my left hand pressed firmly upon her right hip to hold her in place. And once again, I placed my right hand on her bare derriere, the last time I would place it there with a gentle and not a punishing touch.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself before I punish you?" I asked my naughty, disobedient lady.

"No," she said.

"All right. This is going to hurt. But it's for your own good. I expect you to be brave. I want you to lie still and take your medicine like a big girl. Is that clear?"

"Yes," she said softly. There was still not a hint of rebellion or resistance.

Then, of course, I spanked her. As instructed, she lay perfectly still as I laid on the licking, first with light slaps on each cheek, then increasing the intensity. She lay motionless as though in a deep sleep, undisturbed by the force, the sting and the sound of my hand repeatedly striking her bare, upturned bottom. After about two dozen swats, I examined to my satisfaction the redness of her bottom and discerned the outline of my hand on each cheek. I decided I had made my point and what I hoped would be a lasting impression on my naughty lady.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I asked.

"Yes," she answeered.

"Are you going to obey?"

"Yes," she said in the same quiet, unemotional voice.

Gently taking hold of her shoulders, I raised her partially up so she was kneeling next to me on the bed.

"Well, now," I said. "That was your first spanking in how long?"

"Never!" she said with a big, wide smile.

"Never? Not even in childhood?"

"Nope," she said. She explained her father had died when she was quite young and her mother did not spank. She would slap a face or pull hair, but never spanked my darling's bottom.

My lady was herself a widow, so I wondered: "Your husband never spanked you?"

"No. He tried once, but I wouldn't let him." I contrasted that bit of information with the fresh memory of her complete lack of resistance to my efforts in disciplining her and felt singularly honored.

"So I have just given you first spanking, not only as an adult, but of your entire life," I said feeling almost awe-inspired.

"Yup." She said. She was suddenly much more animated and was smiling brightly and broadly.

There were other spankings to follow and her obedience in accepting them was as heart-warming for me as it was bottom-warming for her. Always she assumed, when told to, the classic over-the-lap spanking position. Always her pants and panties came down without protest. And at my request she abandoned the thong underwear for something a bit more modest.

"Why don't you like them?" she asked.

"Because when I take your jeans down, your bottom is already bare," I told her.

"Oh, and you like the take down," she correctly surmised.

After that first spanking, I tried to maintain, as best I could, that the others were for discipline, not fun. But I'm afraid I let the cat out of the bag by the way I introduced her to her first spanking as "foreplay." Thereafter when I threatened her with a spanking if she didn't behave, she would answer, "Well, you like to do that, anyway." True, so true!

If this were fiction, I might end it by saying that after a few good spankings, and may be a birching or two, the lady gave up smoking forever. But I share this story in the hope that maybe someone stronger and more truly dominant than I might use the discipline of hard spankings to cure his beloved of her addiction to the toxic weed. And in the faint hope that a lady who reads it and is trying to break her own smoking addiction will give me the chance to be a little stronger and firmer than I was with my previous naughty one and apply enough real pain to her backside to motivate her to quit.

I won't be cruel, though. I will discipline with love. A warm bottom, red and stinging, is the worst any naughty lady will get from me. As often as she needs it.

With warm regards,

"Coohand" Jack
Coolhandjack Coolhandjack
66-70, M
Jan 18, 2013