The Escape Pt 2 ~ A spanking sex story from sex story sites.

Over the next few weeks Loraine took advantage of her step-father's generosity many times. Several times a week, at least, she found herself bent across the couch yelping at three or four sharp cracks of the strap. A couple of times Loraine said just one stroke was enough and Jack just nodded. He never questioned her decision, giving her exactly what she asked for. Loraine found this wonderful. Depending upon her mood, she'd take just a couple strokes, or occasionally, more.

Then one day Loraine overheard her mother arguing with Jack. Jack rarely argued. It was her mother that always shouted. This time she wasn't shouting, but she was angry. "Come on, Jack, you've got to admit her behavior is getting worse and worse. You've got to really give it to her. This business of one or two strokes is ridiculous! Her father gave her fifty if he gave her one!"

But Jack just smiled and said things were in control. He kissed her and Loraine slipped away, content that everything was going well with her scheme.

The next week Loraine was caught shoplifting. She and her friend Sarah were at the mall and tried to sneak out of Macy's with bathing suits in their handbags. Security caught them and called their parents. Loraine's mom took her home, absolutely furious. The store was considering pressing charges, but since it was the girl's first offenses, they were inclined to go easy on them. <> When Jack arrived that evening Loraine heard the two arguing something fierce. Actually, it was mostly her mother shouting, she heard, but it was obvious the two disagreed. Loraine had a dreaded feeling she knew exactly what it was about. She hoped Jack would win.

Sure enough, there came a knock at the door and Jack was standing there, holding the strap. "Your mother thinks I should give you about fifty," he said grimly. "What do you think you deserve?"

The phrase "about a hundred" popped into Loraine's head but she kept it to herself. "Well, this is a pretty serious offense, so I think ten should be enough."

"Ten?"

"Yeah, no, well, let's do twelve. That will _really_ teach me." She felt her stomach turn silently as she knew twelve would indeed hurt, but it was nothing compared to fifty.

Jack nodded and they went into the living room. The whole house was quiet. Then "Wack!" "Smack!" "Thrap!" "Floop!" "Smert!" Again and again the belt came down and Loraine leaped out and yelled out in pain and cried big weepy tears and went to her room sobbing and rubbing her butt.

As she closed the door Loraine heard her mother shout something at Jack but he didn't answer but only nodded. Loraine shut the door firmly and retreated, feeling a little guilty. Her buttocks throbbed a little and some of her tears had been real, but she knew that she hadn't really been spanked. It made her feel bad, somehow, as though she had betrayed Jack. She felt a little sorry for him. Here he was being so nice and all that got him was her mother yelling at him.

Suddenly Loraine wished she'd asked for twenty strokes, or even thirty. "It would have served me right," she thought. "Now Jack's in trouble because of me." She didn't sleep very good that night. She felt even worse the next day at school when she saw Sarah and found out she'd been well whipped and was to get another thrashing on Saturday.

"Daddy says I'm grounded for a month, too," she whined. "It's not fair. What'd you get?"

Loraine blushed and mumbled, "Oh, I got a good lickin'," but she knew she was lying to her friend and she felt ashamed.

A couple weeks passed. Loraine improved her behavior a little so she only got a couple mild whippings, nothing serious. Slowly the house returned to normal, though Loraine could sense tension between her parents, especially if the subject came to her discipline. Loraine therefore tried to be careful so she wouldn't have to abuse Jack's generosity.

Then one day Loraine went way overboard. The police brought her home. She'd been caught at a party where there was alcohol being served. This was a serious offense and Loraine's mom went ballistic. Loraine wasn't too worried. She'd already decided to ask for twenty this time, more than ever before, so she figured that would satisfy her mother.

But once she was bent across the couch and waiting for that first stroke, Loraine felt a horrible hole in her stomach. She knew twenty wasn't enough. Her mom had specifically forbidden her _not_ to go to that party and she'd done so anyway. She'd known in advance that there was going to be booze there, too. She had seen the look of disappointment in Jack's eyes when she'd told him twenty, pretending such a large number shocked her, and now she just felt awful. Her mother had angrily gone to her room and slammed the door shut.

Suddenly Loraine couldn't take it any more. She stood and turned to Jack, who stared at her in surprise, the leather raised. "Hey, get back over the couch," he said sternly.

Loraine began to cry. "Oh, Jack, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been a terrible, terrible, girl, and I know I deserve a whipping, but it hurts so much--I can't help it. I know I deserve more than twenty, but I can't pick more than that. Can't you just whip me a long time until I've had enough?"

"You must tell me how many," said Jack slowly, his face softening. "You are the only one who truly knows what you deserve." "Oh, but Jack, it's too hard. I mean, my dad would have probably given me, oh, I don't know, thirty or forty for disobeying mom and going to the party, but I don't know about the beer. Maybe another twenty for that?"

"Only twenty?" "Well, you're right, it's very serious. I s-suppose it would a good amount, maybe thirty or forty for that, too."

"Hmmm," mused Jack. "Is that all you deserve?"

"Oh, no, I've been terrible lately, Jack, and it's killing me inside. I feel awful. You and mom are fighting and it's all my fault. You've been so nice to me and all I do is take advantage of you. I'm horrible, I know. I wish--" Loraine broke off and turned away.

"You wish what?"

"I wish you wouldn't give me any choice. This makes it feel too much like I am punishing myself. I wish you would just whip me until I can't take it anymore."

"But when is that, dear?"

There was a long pause. When Loraine found her voice it sounded small and far away. "I-I think a hundred would be good."

"One hundred."

"Yeah," she said softly, beginning to cry again. She took a deep breath. "And another hundred next Saturday."

"Another whipping next week! What's that for?"

"Oh, just to make up for everything. Please, let's get it over with. I can't take this much more." Sobbing, the broken girl bent back over the couch and then paused. "Please, not too hard," she began and then stopped. "Oh, never mind. Do your worst. I deserve every bit. In fact," with a sudden impulse she reached back and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Do it on the bare."

Jack nodded. "Loraine, I must say I am very impressed with you. You have just learned what it means to be an adult, and that's a big step. I think you've learned a much bigger lesson tonight than anything I could teach with the strap."

Hope gleamed brightly in Loraine's pretty dark eyes. "Does that mean you're not going to whip me?" she implored.

"Absolutely not," said Jack sternly. "You are going to get every stroke you asked for, and a hundred more next Saturday. Now get ready."

Fear tightened in Loraine's chest but she felt strangely content inside. So there was no escape after all. "That's the way it should be," she thought. She sighed and prepared to receive the whipping of her life. It was fair. After all, she'd asked for it.