Well over due…. 
but here you go…
Did you miss part 1? Here it is.
Lindy’s Choice 2
By patty © 2007
Lindy appreciated the cold air that caressed her hot face when she stepped out of Brian’s office into the late fall morning. Sipping the hot coffee that Amanda had pressed into her hand gave her something to focus on while she stood waiting for the bus that would take her to work. Hardly five minutes passed before the lumbering diesel vehicle lurched and hissed to a stop, its doors folding open centered perfectly just a stride away from where she stood on the sidewalk. The driver smiled and nodded as Lindy stepped up inside, shifting the bag with the sticky bunn inside over to the one holding the coffee. Her right pocket held a new roll of transit tokens Steve gave her the night he rescued her from her post sentencing meeting with Brain her probation and discipline officer, so it was easy for her to retrieve and offer up the required fare and turn to find a seat.
Feeling deeply embarrassed and self conscious, she had to close her eyes and draw in a breath before making her way down the narrow bus isle to the seat she selected toward the back. The bus was moving again before she got her bus legs under her properly. The result was that she heaved just a little off balance and needed to press her left butt cheek into the side of a seat and the back of an older gentleman’s coat. The contact intensified the burn left behind by the strapping she’d just endured. She reacted with a clumsy apology and blush involuntarily. The gentleman answered with a friendly understanding smile that made Lindy’s gut lurch with fear. “He knows?” she worried. She didn’t know bus culture. His gentle acceptance of her clumsy invasion of his space registered odd and confusing for her. Another thing to set her off balance….
When she made her seat, she forced a stoic detached expression to fix on her face, but she couldn’t stop the embarrassed crimson blush that washed over her cheeks and forehead when her scalded bottom tingled against the well worn vinyl seat beneath her. It felt cold even through her wool slacks, but that sensation was transient. Her bottom warmed the surface beneath her very quickly. That reality reminded her of the comment Brian made before he’d started her first spanking. “It was going to be a long time before that part of her anatomy cooled down again.” The irony of the momentary awareness of cold versus heat brought a smile and short stifled giggle.
The ride to her office was twenty minutes in the heavy morning traffic. Lindy used the time to mull over the now more real aspects of her predicament. She constructed a scathing speech to give her boss when she saw him later that morning. He got her in to this! “This!?” her mind hollered silently. “I’m a grown up for crying out loud! Who ever heard of a probation program where adults get spanked like this? Heck, even parents aren’t supposed to spanking kids anymore?” she scolded the back of her mind where all the players in this “program” were lined up on the bench laid out exactly where her thoughts could issue them various pieces of her mind as they occurred to her. If she’d been at home in her apartment, she’d move them out to her walls or chairs or other locations in the rooms around her and speak to them at will in full voice, but there on the public bus, she kept them inside her head and scolded them within its confines. Her inner space was quite noisy that morning as she integrated the aftermath of her 1st spanking, the prospect of willingly keeping an appointment for another in just a few hours, and the reality that when she got to work and saw that wretch of a boss Steven, he would know that she’d just been spanked. Not to mention she was incensed by the knowledge that he’d be getting a call to tell on her, and that he, the man who set her up for this whole thing, had a any kind of say about if her attitude needed more focused attention or not. Intense anger and the desire to lash out clenched her soul.
While her thoughts bounced over all the various emotions she had to contend with, tensions in her body shifted from her tight sometimes grinding jaw, to tight chest, to clenching buttocks and tense stomach muscles. Her senses were equally bombarded, her stomach churned, both welcoming and threatening to reject the coffee she sipped, her bottom stung a sensation that intensified with every lurch and shift of the bus, and then there was the more or less constant throbbing and tingling wetness deep between her thighs that just confounded every objection and angry thought she had about all of it.
She secretly let a truth she’d avoided for years surface as a rational thought. With no plan, not intent, no design, she had actually found herself living a version of a fantasy she’d begun having as an adolescent. A delinquent girl sentenced to reform school where daily spankings were dispensed by burly guards either as part of the sentence or for any of the many impossible not to make reform school rules infractions. The major difference, sexy though the thoughts could be, this thing she was living was real. The spanking she’d always wondered about was real, and it was way more more embarrassing and painful than she could have imagined. On top of that her fantasies were childish (even if she still had them). She was a grown up, not a teenager. “Besides that,” she frowned, tensing angrily again against the fundamental most humiliating issue she could not get past. “Nobody punishes me. Nobody tells me no. I’m Daddy’s princess! No body tells me no!!!!!!!!!”
That thought put some steam in her step as she got off the bus and climbed up the steep granite steps into the looming building that held the suite of offices where she worked. The elevator ride induced even more intense irritation when after the first guy got off, even though she was alone, it stopped on every floor. If she’d had a brick, she might have launched it through the ornate lead glass door to the suite where she worked. Instead, she fired the bag containing the now crushed sticky bun into the trash can beside Steve’s receptionist’s desk, punctuating the thud it made with a barely audible snarl. “Fucking men!”
“Good morning Lindsay Michelle.” The sound of her boss’s voice coming from the hallway off to her left startled her. “Nice to have you here on time for a change,” he chuckled.
“Yeah well, take a picture for your scrapbook why don’t you, mark the occasion permanently for posterity. Fuck you! This whole thing is your fault.” Lindy’s snarl softened a little when she noted the confused expression on the receptionist’s face, and then she quickly pushed past her boss down the hall to her office away from eyes and ears that might glean too much of her current reality.
Steve followed her and pushed the door to her office closed leaning on it while Lindy threw her coat into the closet letting it fall to the floor and then without picking it up, slamming the door shut on it. “Bad start to the week?”
“Just don’t OK! You know how my week started!” Lindy threw the remains of her coffee into the trash next to her desk.
“At least you showed enough grit to give it a start before hand off your future,” Brian grinned.
“Start? Start!!!!!!!? Six months of humiliation or two years in jail,” Lindy kicked her chair turning her back to her boss, crossing her arms and staring out the window at the pedestrians rushing about on the side walk below.
“Bradley’s a wise man Lindy, and Locher’s done wonders with young women who were far more out of control than you are.”
“You set me up for this on purpose Steven! It’s perverted!”
“It’s exactly what you need, and if you let it work for you, you’ll never deserve prison or find yourself unemployed instead of moving up the ladder where that brilliant mind has the potential to take you.” Steve came up behind her and firmly gripped and shook his young favored designers’ shoulders.
“How did you know about it?” Lindy tried to let her temper seethe away and out of her mood.
“I told you Bradley’s an old friend. I’ve had the privilege to meet some of the reformed young ladies who have turned their reckless lives around thanks to him and the program he and Locher have put together. I’d had it in mind to send you too him a month ago, and if you hadn’t escalated your own fate with that infant’s tantrum on the highway, you were on the fast track to being given a similar choice just to keep this job.”
“I would have quit you!” Lindy hissed.
“No doubt,” Steve nodded. Now we’ve both got better choices. I keep a talented designer and you get an opportunity to climb out of a reckless self destructive spiral with consequences that won’t include the stigma of a criminal conviction and two lost years spent in prison.
“It hurts like hell you know?” Lindy growled turning to sit down at her desk.
“I’m sure it does, but that’s not the main focus of the program Lindy, the spanking is a tool to get at your attitude, instill some respect for a force outside your own will and teach you just a little humility.”
“Humiliation you mean.”
“Humiliation? Is that it? More so than being herded into a prison, strip searched and having your every move dictated by people with half your intelligence, talent and potential? How long do you think it would take your spirit to break, or worse for you to make an enemy out of someone meaner than you and find yourself severely beaten up or worse?”
Lindy hadn’t quite let her mind flesh out that angle of the alternative. The time factor, two years versus six months had been her primary deciding focus. Maybe the evils of the choices she’d been given weren’t as equitable as they’d begun to seem earlier that morning when her bottom was being scalded by that strap. Just maybe the one she’d chosen was just a bit more merciful when balanced with the evils of her personality and the habits she’d acquired.
At least she was free to come and go to work, pick what she wanted to eat, watch on TV or wear. She had a lot of autonomy with her job. She had people to talk to and could shut the door on anyone she had no patience with. Monotony and mindlessness were two things for which Lindy had no tolerance. When Steve left her office, Lindy astonished herself with a transient petulant thought, “not having her car and having to put up with a 9PM kerfew were actually the most aggravating parts of this whole deal.” She laughed at that and let her spirits rise out of the funk they’d been wallowing in for the last several days.
*****
Amanda greeted Lindy with a smile, when she made it back to the probation office 15 minutes before her 12:30 appointment. “Oh I’m so glad you came back!” the young lady grinned.
“You did this before too right?” Lindy sighed trying to quell the nervous fluttering in her chest.
“Yeah 6 months or 5 years. I’m on probation now. A year.” “Did they make you come to work here?” Lindy wondered if somehow Amanda’s employment was part of the deal for here. “Heck no. I was doing books for an accounting firm when Brian’s first girl quit to get married and move to Denver. This job pays better and it’s no where near as boring.”
Lindy had to laugh. “Not boring? I bet!” Further chat was interrupted.
The sound of the notice bell and the glass door opening behind them startled both Amanda & Lindy. A couple came in with a blast of cool air. It was immediately clear to Lindy that he was more comfortable being there than she was. She eyeballed both and wondered why they were there.
“Hidy there Amanda, sorry about Meggie here running late,” the man offered a jovial greeting. Lindy saw the woman blush and felt her cringe against Lindy’s involuntary scrutiny. Their eyes locked, and they both knew. Lindy felt a crushing exposure, and she knew that the woman felt it too.
“Hi Mr. Collins, Mrs. Collins, Mr. Locher’s expecting you and he told me to send you right in.” Amanda walked over to the doorway to Brian’s office and knocked before pushing it open. “The Collins’ and Miss Goodison are here boss.”
Lindy heard the leather desk chair inside the office creek before she heard her probation officer’s voice.
“Good,” Brian spoke from within, and then appeared at the door. “Come in Mr. and Mrs. Collins.” He gestured them in, then turned to give Lindy a smile, before issuing an order to Amanda. “Am, would you take Lindy back to the quiet room. There’s some reading material for here there. You know the routine.”
“Yessir,” Amanda frowned and nodded. “I’ll be right with you my girl,” he addressed Lindy this time his smile was gone, and his expression was so firm Lindy felt what seemed like an edge of cruelty. “Go with Am and follow her instruction.”
That was it. He closed the door leaving Lindy with a now somewhat subdued Amanda.
“I guess you had a bad morning?” Amanda asked as she led Lindy down a short hall behind her desk.
“Why do you ask that?” Lindy wondered, a little confused by the changed atmosphere.
“Corner time is reserved for when you let your temper get the better of you.” Amanda explained.
“Huh?” Lindy wasn’t following the explanation.
“You’ll get the hang of it. In here the routine is that you go to that corner where the screen and key board are. Amanda guided Lindy into a room smaller than the one behind Brian’s office, but similarly furnished. Spanking implements hung on one wall above a single bed. A plush love seat and matching chair formed a conversation group in front of a fireplace, but across from that, almost hidden behind and to the left of the door was a sparse corner with a flat panel screen and key board mounted chest high above two painted foot prints. Three feet away oddly placed in the middle of the room was a sturdy high backed chair with a broad wooden hairbrush placed bristles down on the seat.
“When I close the door, you go over there, stand on the feet, pull down your pants and panties so your bum is bare, then read the file he has open for you on the computer. He’ll know if you don’t do it promptly OK. You really don’t want to get the strap tonight after this,” she nodded ominously to the brush on the chair. “So, take my advice, get em down and get reading as soon as I close the door, OK?” Amanda quickly closed the door.
Lindy’s groin heaved with a panicked spasm. Before she could say anything else Amanda was gone, and the door closed. “Corner time?” she whispered turning to look at the oddly set up corner. Scanning the rest of the room, Lindy resisted obeying the advice and orders she’d been given. To do so would mean that she’d have to face whatever was there on the screen, and the reality that the next spanking of her punishment was even more imminent.
While she had absolute faith in the sincerity of Amanda’s advice, knowing that the girl most likely spoke from experience, Lindy’s pride was like choke weed in her throat. “I’m not going to stand here in an empty room with my ass bare just waiting to get a spanking!”
Even as she said the words though, she found herself kicking off her shoes, laying her coat over the arm of the love seat and then turning to walk toward the screen. Her fingers lingered over the keys, clicking enter to bring the waiting text up from behind the screen saver. The Bold Black text sent a sharp surge of energy straight through her electrifying her skin with pins and needles. It may as well have been the tall spanker standing behind her firmly issuing the command.
“GET YOUR PANTS DOWN NOW OR YOU WILL BE ONE SORRY YOUNGLADY”
Lindy’s fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her slacks, feeling the hot blush of embarrassment as her will was breached and her hands pushed her pants and panties down to her knees. When she stood the screen flickered and the page scrolled. She read the lecture prepared for her demanding she address throwing things, using foul language and blaming other people for getting her into the situation she was in. The scolding words reminding her that she had some long hard thinking to do about her selfish outlook, complete lack of impulse control and arrogant disinterest in the thoughts, feelings, and needs of other people. She thought she’d read to the end when the screen blinked and scrolled again. Now young lady you will spend the next ten minutes while you wait for me to come in there and make this into firm and more physical impression on your bare backside, composing your apologies for this morning’s misdirected outbursts of temper to both your boss and his receptionist. I expect to hear them before we finish our session this afternoon. Be mindful that you still have another reckoning to face this evening at 9PM.
Lindy couldn’t help the tears that burned up in the corners of her eyes, or the seething bilious anger that churned and bubbled up in her throat. It took everything in her to control the urge swing her hands up to smash the keyboard up into the screen. Instead her hands came up to cover angry sobs that threatened to become a tirade of obscenities.
She could not stand the rollercoaster of emotions that these people had her trapped on. She yelled at Steve all the time, and what the hell did his receptionist have to do with any of it. Lindy barely remembered seeing her at all never mind having said or done anything to warrant an apology. She’d let Steve tell her off, hell she’d even let him convince her that this was a wiser choice than jail! “Fuck!” she stomped her foot and punched her thighs with fists balled tight against her frustration.
“I heard that,” Brian’s voice invaded the room. “Goddamn! Don’t do that!” Lindy whirled around to confront the tall, very stern man who was leaning back to latch and lock the door.
“Come on over here,” Brian’s demeanor barely registered Lindy’s startle. He took one long step, reached over, took her wrist and within a second had her securely placed across his rock hard thighs. “I know you’re just getting used to this discipline program Lindy, but I’ve got to tell you I had you pegged as a gal with more sense than you’ve shown me today. You just got a very sound spanking and a no nonsense talking to about expectations this morning, and what’s the very 1st thing you do after I give you a break for saucy attitude with me? You stomp into work throw something at your boss’s assistant without so much as a hello or good morning, and then you let him have it and blame him for the predicament you and only you are responsible for getting into.”
“Well Lindy, my girl, we’re going to escalate your introduction to the program. Either you’re going to wake up to this as a DISCIPLINE program with the emphasis on SELF discipline, or you’re going to wash out, loose your job and hand your life over to the state department of corrections for two years and nine months.
Brian ignored Lindy’s struggles and attempts to argue and laid his hand on hard with the first part of her second spanking.
Most of the color was gone from the first spanking, though a few fading edge and end stripes from the strap were there on the outside edge of Lindy’s right butt and thigh. In a few minutes Brian’s hand managed to restore the morning’s crimson hue. Livid welts made where her flesh exploded up between his relaxed but firm and rapidly flying fingers took on the darker shade of red that would later become purplish and sore. Every impact of his experienced hardened hand against her too sore and sorry bottom left first a blanched then deeper red scalding impression. This was a much longer and harder spanking than the one she’d been given that morning, but at first, it didn’t sink in as well as the first one had. Lindy was already crying angry tears before it began, so it was all but impossible for her to stop the tears, but her pride and anger forced her to fight through both the pain and especially the required submission. Brian felt it, and expected it based on the defiance she’d struggled with, with him earlier in the day, with her life going into work and in this room while she waited for this to begin. Ten minutes in, Lindy finally betrayed the limits of her resistance and screamed. “Stop! Please stop!”
That was the signal Brian was working for. “Lindy my girl, now the spanking you need can begin.”
The guttural scream that came out of her when the hairbrush made first impact on her already pulverized backside shocked her. It registered that there was a whole lot more of her bottom that had not yet felt the horrific deeper burn of the wood surface of that brush than Amanda had telegraphed such worry about. Now she understood, but there was nothing she could do now but live through it and hope to put away a permanent memory never to put herself in a position where personal experience had to fill in the blanks that others tried to warn her about.
Brian made sure that the brush made a thorough and well distributed impression. Lindy’s pride and resistance lost all hold on her after the first few smacks, so did her ability to think at all. This pain and Brian’s determined application of it accomplished what nothing ever had for Lindy before, a complete blanking of selfish thought and total absorption in time and something outside her control.
When he let her up she was mute, pliant and receptive to his touch and embrace, but mute. Even the reminder that she’d earned a strapping for her next session raised little more than a nod. Lindy spoke the apologies she would give with sincerity, though there was a fatigue in the words that told Brain she would not be able to offer them to their owners with the same truth as she spoke them to him now. He elected not to demand she give them yet.
*****
Lindy and Amanda had lunch together, though little was said. Amanda and Brian both gave her a hug before sending her back to work. Sometime after 2PM, both Lindy and Brian stopped time in their lives to think about what they were doing. Brian felt worry that this assignment, and this client was going to test his innate sense of limits and tempt him into uncharted territory. Lindy worried that Brain was going to tell her she was too much trouble and throw her out of his program.
Lindy wasn’t broken by any means, just stunned by some possibilities. One; she could become someone others found genuinely likeable, and two; there was a man who’d come in to her life who was everything she’d dreamed of from her first thoughts of who she could need.
Shifting in her chair trying to focus on the fractal images she’d invoked with her computer and the home space design ideas they inspired, Lindy winced and groaned. Her bum was so sore. The brush had done what the strap couldn’t. It left behind reminders that hurt when she sat. Her bottom wasn’t just on fire, her bum tissues hurt when she walked. Literally every movement reminded her she’d been spanked and refreshed the knowledge and anticipation that there were more spankings to come. Both fear and comfort were associated with all of it for her…. For the moment confusion overshadowed the comfort, and it was going to be a while before she could face and own what lay hidden beneath confusion, but she had at least gotten past fighting her choice.
She resolved to tell Brian she would try harder when he came to her apartment to administer the spanking scheduled for tonight.
Don’t you just love leisurely sundays? 
