The
Legend of Tara
© Mom
My introduction to spanking
Chris had never been to the office before. So I was a little shocked to
say the least when he showed up that morning. He walked in sat down in front
of my desk and asked for a list of the officers.
Not sure what he was up to, I handed him a roster, and it not only had
the officers but also everyone within the club.
He sat with a pen writing on the list, making this hmmmmmm sound occasionally.
Finally, he stood handed me the list said he wanted the changes made by
Friday and walked out.
At first I sat there kind of shocked. He had never even acted like he
cared what was going on one way or the other, let alone issuing orders.
But that shock was going to change into a battle of wills when I read the
changes that were to be made. He wanted Norie returned to the members list
and his wife to replace her. Also he wanted Debbie removed from the club
entirely. Also he wanted a bon fire planned at one of the local parks where
we would have our first official meeting with him in attendance. Lastly,
he wanted a assistant picked for him and he gave me a list of three names
to interview and expected to hear my opinion of them on Friday at the bonfire.
After the shock wore off, I decided to do nothing except to set up his little
bonfire.
Friday night came, and the officers decide they would go to the bonfire
in one vehicle and go dressed in the black shirts we had made with black leather
jackets, jeans and boots. We intentionally showed up late to make the desired
impression of unity. We had decided after all that Chris had some kind of
nerve just deciding to throw things into and upheaval after all that time
of acting like he was not a part of us.
We were a site when we got out of the van. Dressed in black, the song
"bad to the bone" was playing in the background. Chris said later the situation
made us seem larger than life. But it also made him understand what people
were trying to tell him. We had become an intimidating bunch. In short,
we were a well organized group of vigilantes. He knew in that two minutes
it took us to go from the van to the fire, that if he wanted to get it under
control, he would have to start at the top. Unfortunately that meant starting
with me.
When we arrived he had already figured out I hadn't removed the two he
had requested. So while everyone was greeting each other he asked instead
about the three he had opted for his assistant. I was honest with him on this
point the men he had picked were an accident looking for a place to happen.
That he would have to get to know the women he was dealing with before trying
to get an assistant. On this point he agreed, and we sat socializing with
the rest of the group for a while.
As it happens with social gatherings things wind down and the people start
to wander off toward home. When the rest of the officers were ready to go,
Chris said he would give me a ride home. So they left without me.
When they had cleared out, the debate began. He wanted the club to be
on more of a professional level. He agreed with what we were trying to accomplish,
but felt that it could be done in a manor that wouldn't get us put in jail.
I looked at him like he'd lost his mind at first. But, when he explained
what he had in mind. I had to hand it to him, he had definitely done his
homework, and his plan would do more good and take less effort than what
we had been doing to this point. So with a few minor changes we came to an
agreement.
Next came the replacement of Norie. I really wasn't trying to be mean,
but in order to make my point I had to be blunt. I liked Monica (Chris' wife)
but she was a spoiled little rich girl that didn't know her ass from a whole
in the ground with life past a gold plated credit card, and I told him as
much. To put her second in charge would cost us half our membership, since
her "holier than thou" attitude didn't exactly make her a favorite with
the other women. He didn't act like he liked it much. But he consented to
leaving Norie where she was.
When it came to talking about Debbie, I am not sure where my reasoning
went. Not sure if it was that she was my daughter, or my reluctance to give
up any type of control over the situation. But either way, it definitely left.
He tried reasoning that her not being of age at the time could land us
all in jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Not to mention,
that she was a terrible secretary prone to temper tantrums during which she
had deleted important information more than once. In short, she needed to
go until she was 18 as a member, and until she could control herself as an
officer.
The debate escalated into an argument that was getting uglier by the minute.
Last thing I remember saying to him was, "Fuck off and die".
I am not sure how I ended up over his knees nor when he moved to that
tree stump. I do know that the next thing I knew was that his hand was crashing
down on my jean covered bottom non-stop and he was lecturing. I was squirming
like hell trying to get away and saying things that would have given my
mother heart failure if she'd of been in earshot.
He stopped long enough to undo my jeans and pull them down before he continued
spanking the hell out of my now naked butt. I on the other hand was contemplating
the intelligence in avoiding panty lines by the absence of panties.
Eventually I gave up on fighting it and went limp. He slowed and changed
his lecturing to ensuring I understood I would never again talk to him the
way I had been that night. To which I responded "fine"! I should probably
mention that this wasn't such a good idea, as he seemed to regain his venture
to put his hand through my ass.
Finally, I answered with a yes and it stopped. He let me up, and gave
me a ride home. Neither of us spoke the whole way, I was in a state of shock,
he said later that he was wondering whether or not I would put him jail.