Awakening Jeremy Pt 2-M/f spanking fiction

Part 2
After a shower and a shave, along with the effects of two cups of coffee, Jeremy was feeling refreshed and ready for the day to start. He still had several hours before his date with Kara, so he threw a load of laundry in the machine and decided this was a perfect time to clean out his email. During the week he received quite of email from friends as well as the teaching groups and chats he belonged to.

As he read through and answered the ones he considered important, he also deleted those that he immediately knew were nothing he was even remotely concerned with. Most of those went into his bulk mail but from time to time they made it into the inbox. He opened up a daily digest from one of his educational groups and noticed the discussion was on spanking children. As he read through and answered several of the posts, his mind returned to earlier thoughts about Kara. Naturally the posts about spanking children in school were uniformly negative. Jeremy certainly agreed with that, he had never found it necessary to even raise his voice to a child. They needed consistency in both rules and consequences to feel comfortable.

But Kara was not a child; she was an adult who could not seem to handle anyone who did not agree with her constantly. Jeremy’s curiosity got the best of him and he typed adult spanking into his search engine. As the screen filled with sites Jeremy sat back in his chair, totally amazed. He was not naïve, he certainly understood that adults engaged in spanking but this amount of information was totally unexpected. He started browsing the sites looking at various thoughts about consensual adult spanking, discipline spankings, sensual spankings, and other types that were more of a stress relief. He was totally taken aback at how much information was presented and the number of people that were quite involved with this as an important part of their lives.

But something else began to become clear as he read the material. Memories of childhood fantasies began to fill his mind. He remembered watching one of the girls in the neighborhood get spanked by her father after she ran into the street chasing a ball. Her father was so upset that he didn’t even wait to get into the house. He sat on the steps, put her over his knee and spanked her until she was wailing loudly and promising to never do it again. He also watched her father hug her and talk to her gently. He had no idea what her dad had said to her but she had hugged her father, wiped her eyes and gone back to playing. As he watched she rubbed her bottom for awhile but soon even that was forgotten.

From that day on Jeremy, who was nine years old at the time, often thought of that spanking. Sometimes he dreamt of putting his little neighbor friend over his own lap, pulling down her panties, and spanking her small bottom until she cried. Until he had started these thoughts about Kara that incident had been buried for a very long time. His parents never spanked him and he never saw another spanking but he did remember the fantasies he had throughout his childhood and teenage years. As a teen age boy he remembered thinking how cute those cheerleaders would look bottom end up over his knee, kicking their long legs, and promising to be good.

It was all coming back to him, memories that had just been put aside as adolescent musings now seemed to be falling into place once more. This time it was all about Kara and not all of it was in regards to her behavior. He could feel the stirrings within as he pictured the various scenarios that might occur when spanking her. The more he thought about it the more attractive and appropriate the idea became.

There was one catch. It had to be consensual. Even if all the material he was reading hadn’t said so, he could never picture himself forcing this on Kara. She had to agree and he wasn’t sure that could be accomplished.

Awakening Jeremy Part 1-M/f spanking fiction

Awakening Jeremy
Part 1
Daylight was just beginning to brighten the dim bedroom. Jeremy opened one eye, looked at the clock, and groaned. Five thirty, good grief, you’d think he could sleep in on Saturday mornings, but no, his body clock was set to five-thirty He’d been up late last night thinking about seeing Kara today and what a pleasure he hoped it would be. He chuckled to himself as he realized that staying up late for a teacher meant about 11:30. Most of his friends would’ve just been starting on serious partying about that time.
He stretched lazily and smiled, enjoying the fact that even if he couldn’t sleep, at least he didn’t have to jump up and begin the weekday marathon. He picked up the newspaper next to his bed that he hadn’t had time to read yesterday and took his time catching up with the world.
As a public school teacher, his mornings were a race to get himself together, pack his lunch, gather up the previous night’s work, and arrive at school by 7:00. That gave him an hour before his students showed up. An hour to set up his classroom be sure all materials were ready and at hand, and take a deep breath before the bell rang.
At 27, Jeremy had been teaching for six years and loved it more every year. He taught kindergarten, and at 6’1” often looked like gentle blond giant leading his band of tiny humans.
At first, he’d been looked at skeptically, as many male teachers are. But his outgoing, good natured personality soon won over his female colleagues, many of whom spent a great deal of time mothering the unmarried young man. They also spent a great deal of time trying to marry him off and, oh Lord, had he been on some interesting blind dates. But none of them were the woman he loved There was always something missing with those other women, no matter how kind, attractive, intelligent, or caring they were.
Jeremy shuffled out to the kitchen, figuring some coffee would help bring him out of his Saturday morning haze. He smiled again as he went about the mundane task. Today was going to be wonderful. Last night, he’d called Kara, hoping she had free time today. Fortunately, she did and he was meeting her for lunch and, hopefully, a movie. The movie was only a possibility, depending on how much venting Kara felt a need for.
Kara and Jeremy had been best friends since high school. They’d met as student council members when they co-chaired a toy drive for needy kids at Christmas. Since that time. they’d always been there for each other through thick and thin. They’d confided in each other, mourned lost loves and had even gone to the prom together, since neither of them had been in a relationship at the time.
The only problem was that Jeremy had long ago fallen deeply in love with Kara. He never told her, or gave any hint, since it was obvious to him that she didn’t have reciprocal feelings for him. Instead, he remained her best friend, enjoying the time he spent in her company. He was her date for any holiday when she was on her own, and they’d spent several New Year’s Eve countdowns together. Those New Year’s Eve kisses along with hello and goodbye hugs often left him feeling so alone. He wished he could hold on to Kara and never let go.

He shook his head, thinking of her escapades in high school. She never got into any serious trouble, but was a notorious practical joker. She was a dynamo. Always on the go, always involved with a project. She now worked for a high tech company downtown and was definitely, at 26, on the ladder up. He loved her quick wit and how much she cared about those she loved. But even Jeremy had to admit there was a side to Kara that was extremely hard to accept.
In all the time he had known her she had never been able to keep a relationship going for more than a month or two. And as much as he hated to admit it, the break ups were usually her fault. When ever she cried on his shoulder over the newest disaster, it was obvious that when she couldn’t have her own way Kara could not handle letting anyone else call the shots. Under those circumstances she became sharp tongued and extremely mean spirited. During these temper flare ups her language became abusive and always ended with Kara, once more, on her own.
Jeremy always tried to explain quietly to her what her part in the break up might have been but it was no use. She stubbornly persisted in the idea that all men were fools and just did not know haw to treat a woman.
She often ranted that her father had been exactly the same way. Always telling her what to do and how to do it. According to Kara, he never believed her capable of the simplest tasks on her own.
Jeremy’s memory of Kara’s dad was quite different. As Jeremy often did, Kara’s father had tried to help her see when she was being unreasonable, or at times, irrational. Kara’s parents were both very gentle people who loved their only child, but often sighed over the stubbornness she exhibited and the rages she could fly into.
Jeremy often had to bite back the comment that perhaps she needed some help in learning how to treat a man, or for that matter, anyone who disagreed with her.
Jeremy sighed as he thought back to those conversations. When Kara made these comments, he wondered if it occurred to her that she was talking to him, and he was a man. She could be so self centered. He brought his mug of coffee into the living room, turned on some soft jazz and sat back to relax. How could one woman have such opposite sides of her personality? Whenever she went on a tear about men, she reminded him of his little ones when they didn’t get their way. In fact, her temper tantrums were every bit as unattractive as theirs. Her voice became strident, the laughter left her eyes and she totally ignored the feelings of those around her.
He shook his head. An intelligent young woman throwing tantrums. He certainly loved her, but she needed a wake up call, or her life would be one lonely break up after another. He hated to see that happen to her. Basically, she was a fine woman and a caring person, just too used to having her own way about everything and anything.
She had so much to offer that was amazing and beautiful. Her intelligence was incredible and her determination to achieve her goals unshakeable. When she laughed, it sounded like music playing and her smile lit up the room. She always knew how to make him feel better when he was down and was constantly telling him what a great catch he was going to be for some fortunate woman. All of her fabulous attributes went ignored, because of that stubborn need of hers to always be in the right, and never have a decision questioned in any way.
As he sipped his coffee, he pondered what could possibly change her behavior at this point in her life. Damn, she needed a good talking to, or, and he grinned at this thought, a good spanking. Oh, he could imagine how she’d react to such a suggestion and he laughed out loud. But something inside him was quite attracted to the idea. He was both shocked and delighted at the thought of Kara across his lap while he spanked her into a more positive attitude. His male mind pictured kicking legs and, yes, even a very red bottom while hearing promises of reformed behavior. He shook his head, still grinning, wondering at the same time what he must’ve been dreaming about last night.
Jeremy had never spanked a woman in his life. The idea had never even occurred to him. In this day and age, it would be not only politically incorrect, but grounds for physical abuse. Where had that idea come from? He was certainly not a violent man. His problem solving methods were gentle, firm, and verbal, never physical. Staring into his coffee cup, he wondered once again where the thought had come from.
He walked back to his room to start getting ready to see Kara. He knew from her voice on the phone last night that her latest relationship had ended, and it had ended badly. He sighed, knowing he’d hear the gory details and the ranting about how all men were animals. Sometimes he wondered why she didn’t include him in that category.
He put the mug down on the dresser and looked in the mirror. There was no way he could ever spank her; he couldn’t hurt the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. But how was he ever going to get her to stop hurting herself? It seemed the problem had no solution, but Jeremy felt a determined need to help her.
The phone rang, startling Jeremy out of his reverie. He sat down on the bed and answered it, but before he could get a word out, he heard, “I don’t think I want to do lunch today.”
Jeremy sighed, “What’s up, Kara, and...” he looked at the clock, “what are you doing up this early?” His disappointment quickly became concern. “Are you okay? You aren’t sick, are you?” That was a weird thought, since he could hardly remember Kara being sick more than once or twice in all the years he’d known her.
Her voice became irritated. “No I’m not sick, except sick and tired of being treated like a doormat. You just won’t believe what happened.”
Jeremy tried to bite back the reply, but couldn’t. “Hmmm, let me think... you broke up with Brian?”
There was a short silence. “Very funny Jeremy, I feel like crap and you’re making smart-ass remarks. And yes, for your information, Brian and I called it quits. What a rat he turned out to be.”
Before she could continue the lecture on the evils of mankind, Jeremy interrupted her. “C’mon, Kara,” he spoke in the soothing tones usually reserved for unhappy children. “You know you always feel better if you get out and do something. And besides, lunch is my treat. I also promise to charm you with witty conversation - you know you can’t resist my witty conversation anymore than you can resist the Chocolate Mint Pie at Pickles.”
Another short silence, and Kara laughed, “No fair tempting me with that pie at Pickles. Okay Jeremy, but I warn you, I’m not very good company, right now.”
“Gee,” he thought, “that’s a shocker.” But aloud, he said, “You can gripe all you want, and I’ll listen in fascinated silence.” No response. “All right, Kara, I’ll quit joking around.” He knew she was waiting for an apology, but this time he just didn’t feel that one was necessary. The silence persisted for another chilly moment.
“Okay, fine, Jeremy,” her voice sounded tired and he knew she probably hadn’t slept much last night. “But don’t say you weren’t warned.”
Jeremy shook his head and smiled into the phone. “Let’s meet at eleven, so we can avoid the lunch rush, get a table and have plenty of time to talk.
Kara agreed, said a short, “bye,” and hung up before Jeremy could say any more.
He sat for a moment on the edge of his bed, torn between feeling so sad at finding her in the same dilemma once again, and impatient at her inability to understand any of her part in it. He could pretty much predict that Brian had finally had enough of Kara flying off at him any time he disagreed with her. And knowing Kara, Brian standing up to her would’ve been the last straw as well. The details might be slightly different, but the plot was usually about the same.
Despite the fact that he knew the mood he was facing over lunch, he was very glad she’d agreed to go. He didn’t want her sitting around moping and feeling miserable. Besides, after a certain amount of venting, he could usually turn her mood around, and by the end of the afternoon, have her laughing at stories about his students.
And since he’d gotten up so early, he had plenty of time to get himself prepared for her outrage at the male population.