The hairbrush smacked into her bare backside for the 50th time.  Melissa's backside was aching her.  Each subsequent swat felt like someone had let a bunch of bees free to sting her hiney.  She was over his lap now, crying like a little girl crying for the first time in a long time from a spanking.  He stopped the spanking as he spoke.

"Did I warn you not to do it?" came his rhetorical question.  Before she could catch her breath to answer him, the brush landed another ten times.

"OWWWWWW!! Yes, you warned me.  Please no more.  I am sorry."

It was too late as the hairbrush smacked into the base of her cheeks, which up until now had managed to escape without any punishment.  These spanks brought even more tears and a few screams as well.  She sounded like a little girl.  The last time she had cried from a spanking she was 13 years old and her mother caught her stealing money from her purse.  She was guilty and she cried her eyes out during that very painful trip across her mom's knee.  Her mom had lowered her panties which hadn't happened to her since she last was spanked at age eleven.

As an adult spanking had always turned her into a good girl and she enjoyed being spanked.  At least she enjoyed it most of the time.  This time however, it was very different.  When you are warned not to do something, and you do it anyway, and it comes back to bite you in the butt, you only have yourself to blame.  So each stroke from the hairbrush hurt and it hurt more than just a physical hurt.  It was a mental hurt for not believing what he was telling her.

As he spanked her he felt a bit sorry for her, as he wasn't accustom to her crying let alone bawling her eyes out.  But he did warn her and he had promised her the spanking of her life, if she did it, and if it came back to bite her.

The day had begun without him saying anything to her about it.  But when they got to this special place, he spoke to her loud and clear.  He was in the passenger seat of her SUV as they pulled up to the pump.  He sighed and said, "What does that sign say, young lady?"

"Um, it says four dollars and thirty two cents per gallon, sir."

"Yes, and when you bought this vehicle two years ago, what did I tell you?"

"You told me not to.  You said gas prices were going to soar."

"And what else did I say?"

"You said when gas prices soar, you were going to…."  She stopped and blushed.

"I what?" he persisted.

"You said when gas prices sore, you'd make my ass sore, sir"

"Yes and as soon as we get home, I am going to make good on that promise."