Good day my Lovlies. I'm sorry this has taken soooo long to update but, well...shit happens.
   Perhaps I am in need of more 'motivation'?

   Thanks to Alyx for beta-ing :)

   Oh and one more thing heeehehehe ... you'll see *cheeky grin*




   “How’s your head, Honey?”

   Kensie glanced up briefly. Just long enough for Tara to catch the pronounced pout that had taken over her features.

   She shrugged. “I don’t know...okay, I guess.”

   Tara smiled indulgently at the pouty little girl that had materialized before her. A pouty little girl who knew she was in trouble. Knew she was going to be punished.

   “Come on, Sweetie. Let’s get this over with,” Tara said calmly as she stood up from the table.

   Kensie’s pout deepened as she continued to stare into her tea cup. She squirmed in her seat but made no move to get up.

   Tara raised an eyebrow. “Kensie?” she said in a warning tone.

   Kensie bit her lip as she looked up at Tara from beneath her long lashes. “Am I really in trouble? I mean, like ... really big trouble?” she whimpered.

   Her other eyebrow joined the first. “You essentially lied to me, Young Lady,” she replied sternly. “So yes, you are in really big trouble.”

   Kensie’s eyes went wide as her stomach dropped. “Lied? I didn’t lie!” she squeaked, shaking her head back and forth to emphasize how much she had not lied. She knew full well how Tara felt about lying and was certain her ass could not pay that high a price.

   And, well, okay, maybe earlier she had admitted to lying but she was overly emotional at the time! Now that she was calmer and had had time to talk about some of her fears and anxieties with Tara, she had decided that it had definitely not been lying. It was ... omitting the truth.

   That damn eyebrow went up again causing Kensie’s stomach to flip.

   Tara looked at her sternly, holding her gaze, watching as Kensie squirmed – the desired effect. When she saw tears begin to well up in her love’s eyes and her lower lip start to quiver, she wavered.

   Although Kensie had never been spanked growing up, Tara certainly had. She didn’t consider herself as having suffered abuse in any way but she had certainly been spanked and spanked hard whenever her parents felt it was deserved. So she was well aware of the fear and anxiety that accompanied the knowledge that you were about to be spanked over someone’s knee.

   She walked over and took Kensie’s hands in hers, pulling her up. Then moved her hands to gently but firmly grip Kensie’s upper arms.

   “It’s going to be okay, Tara reassured her.

   “Easy for you to say,” Kensie pouted.

   Tara managed to contain her grin … barely.

   “Come on sweetie,” Tara said as she took Kensie’s hand in hers and led her to the couch where she sat down and directed Kensie to stand in front of her.

   Kensie’s pout was still firmly in place as she stared intently at her feet.

   “Kensie ... Kensie look at me,” Tara ordered gently.

   Kensie met Tara’s eyes briefly then quickly glanced back down. She just couldn’t look Tara in the eye, afraid of what she might see there. They had talked at length about Kensie’s insecurities and how lying was not the way to deal with them. And Tara had tried to assure her that she wasn’t angry. A little disappointed, yes but not angry.

   But Kensie couldn’t make the guilt go away. The insecurity. Would Tara really forgive her? Trust her again?  Love her?

   She was so ashamed and embarrassed. She truly felt like a naughty little girl being called out on her behaviour. 

   Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. Her lip quivered as she shook her head, gritting her teeth in an effort to maintain control of her emotions. She didn’t want Tara to feel sorry for her, to feel guilty about punishing her. She deserved to be punished, needed to be punished. To be cleansed, and hopefully ... forgiven.

   A single tear escaped, rolling slowly down her cheek.

   “Oh sweetie, come here,” Tara soothed as she pulled Kensie down into her lap. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight as more tears began to flow.

   “Honey, what did I tell you?”

   “That you’re not mad,” Kensie mumbled into Tara’s shoulder.

   “And?”

   “And you understand.”

   “And?”

   “And you forgive me,” Kensie whispered as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. She turned her face, burying it in Tara’s neck as she began to cry in earnest. She didn’t understand why she was being so emotional. She just couldn’t help it. She felt so raw, so vulnerable.

   “Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be okay,” Tara soothed as she rubbed Kensie’s back. “You’ll feel better soon. Well, most of you will...”

   Despite her emotional state Kensie couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped. She looked up at Tara then, a tiny unsure smile on her face. Being in Tara’s arms made her feel safe ... loved.

   They sat silently for a minute as Kensie took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. The tears soon stopped and her body relaxed.

   “Are you ready to deal with this now, naughty girl?”

   Kensie bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

   Tara smiled. “Good girl. Come on, up you get.”

   Kensie reluctantly stood and tried not to squirm as Tara pulled her thin cotton shorts down to her knees.

   “Alright, over you go.” Tara pulled gently on Kensie’s wrist, guiding her down over her lap. Taking a few moments to adjust her position before passing her a small throw pillow to hold onto. “Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”

   Kensie’s pout returned quickly as she turned to look over her shoulder. “For now,” she replied ruefully.

   Tara clenched her jaw, fighting the laughter threatening to escape, succeeding and raising a brow in warning.

   Kensie bit her lip and turned back around, pulling her arms in under her body, gripping her pillow tightly and pressing her forehead into it.

   Tara rested her palm on Kensie’s panty clad bottom and closed her eyes, taking a slow deep breath and centering herself. She was nervous as hell but wasn't about to let Kensie see that.

   The girl deserved a damn good spanking for her dishonesty and Tara intended to deliver. But she was worried, worried about pushing her too far or not far enough. She expected tears, she expected squirming and wriggling and hands flying back to protect what would soon be a very red, sore backside. She expected pleas and promises but ... what else? Could she read Kensie? Would she be able to read her body language? Know when she was getting through to her naughty girl, when the lesson was finally learned, when she finally felt she had paid for her 'crime' and would be forgiven? Would she know if she was going too far?

   She opened her eyes. “Only one way to find out,” she mumbled quietly to herself.

   She patted Kensie’s bottom to get her attention. “Alright Honey, I want you to tell me why you’re being punished.”

   Kensie groaned and pressed her forehead further into her pillow while kicking her feet against the cushion on the other side.

   Tara raised an eyebrow, along with her hand, and gave Kensie two sharp stinging spanks, one to each cheek.

   Kensie yelped and jerked her head up, eyes wide at the sting those two spanks had induced.

   “Pardon me?” Tara growled.

   Kensie bit her lip and chanced a look over her shoulder. Not liking the look she was given, she turned back around and ducked her head, much like a frightened turtle trying to retreat into its shell.

   “Um, because I was dishonest.”

   “I’m going to be spanked because …” Tara prompted. She knew Kensie had a hard time saying that word. She never said it out loud except when Tara made her.

   Kensie squirmed. “Um, I’m going to be, um…” she squirmed again and Tara patted her bottom in warning.

   Kensie tensed and whimpered, “I’m going to be sp-spanked because I was dishonest… because I omitted the truth… which is kind of like lying.”

   “Kind of?” Tara inquired.

   “Yeah?”

   Tara patted her bottom firmly.

   “I-I-I mean it’s not the same thing but it’s just as bad!”

   “Mm-hmm”

   Tara gripped the waistband of Kensie’s panties and pulled then down to join her shorts at her knees.

   “What’s your safeword, Kensie?”

   “What?”

   “Your safeword?”

   Kensie was confused. Tara already knew her safeword. Why was she asking? “Um, butterfly?”

   “Good. Use it if you need to.”

   Kensie twisted around to give Tara a very confused look. “But…”

   Tara gave her a small smile. “Yes, this is a punishment,” she began firmly, “but you always have the right to say ‘no’ … well, not ‘no’ exactly. But you always have the right to safeword. Even when you’re being punished.”

   Kensie nodded. She hadn’t considered that she could end this if she wanted to. It was a punishment, it wasn’t supposed to be her choice. And she supposed it still wasn’t but she felt a lot of her fear, fear she hadn’t realized she was carrying, dissipate in that moment and her body relaxed knowing she could end it if she needed to. But it still didn't seem quite right. So Kensie vowed to herself that she wouldn’t safeword. She couldn’t. She deserved this and would take whatever punishment Tara felt she deserved.    

   Tara smiled as she saw the fear and tension leave Kensie’s body. Now she ready for her punishment.



   “Alright young lady, let’s get this over with,” she said sternly.
                                     
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