WINNING HIM OVER (ADULT) (M/F)

Jennifer knew she could win Mr. Johnson over.

"Stacy was my daughter; you're renting her old room" Mr. Johnson
explained.  "I can't spank you!"

"But I WANT you to spank me", Jennifer insisted.  "I want you to spank
me just like you used to spank Stacy".

Mr. Johnson knew HE'D spilled the water on the counter, not Jennifer. 
It had only taken a few seconds to mop up.

Jennifer was the most responsible, focused, persuasive, and well
organized young woman he had ever met.

Why did she want a SPANKING?

"Please, Mr. Johnson", Jennifer pleaded.  "I want you to spank me like
Stacy".  "And you need to do it tonight".

Mr. Johnson stroked his chin thoughtfully.  "Are you sure, Jennifer?"
he asked. "When I spanked Stacy I didn't stop until there were real
tears" he warned.

Jennifer's stomach knotted.  She had been hoping that the spanking
might be a tad less draconian that the butt blisterings Stacy had
endured.

But Jennifer wasn't going to quibble when she was so close to victory.

"Yes sir", she said tentatively, as if she could hardly believe her own
voice.  "I don't want you to hold back".  "I want real tears, and
corner time, just like Stacy".

"It's not a spanking unless it's given on bare skin", Mr. Johnson
added, trying not to smile.

Jennifer flushed.  "TOTALLY bare?" she whined.  "But..."

"Bare or not at all" Mr. Johnson said crisply.  "IF I do this you'll be
naked from the waist down".

Jennifer face was crimson.  BARE BOTTOM?  She was 21!

How humiliating!

Bare or not at all?

"Bare please, sir", she said meekly.

"Go upstairs and put on your jammies, Jenny" Mr. Johnson ordered in his
most patronizing voice.

Jennifer flushed at the command but obediently scampered up the stairs.

Jennifer knew she had won him over.

But his stern and uncompromising tone made it clear that she was going
to get it...BUT GOOD!

XXX

Jenny cried uncontrollably as Mr. Johnson lectured her in the most
condescending tone imaginable about the damage the harmless water
"might" have caused the indestructible Formica counter.

Jenny knew she was innocent!  But the hairbrush brooked no
contradiction.

As the spanks reigned down Jenny promised to be "good" like the well
spanked little girl she now was.

Jenny had left the window open so Steve could hear everything.  She had
arranged the mirrored closet door so that she could see Steve watching
her punishment.

Jenny wondered if Steve could see shame and humiliation in her eyes as
the Mr. Johnson put her through her paces.

The hairbrush was making her wiggle and squirm and kick and she was now
showing Steve far more than she intended.

Steve hadn't dated anyone since Stacy had left for college, and the
handsome 21 year old had shown no interest in Jennifer.

But Stacy had told Jennifer what her former boyfriend liked.

Jennifer had never imagined that her spanking would be so painful and
humiliating.

But Jennifer knew she could win Steve over.