Welcome to CP Solutions

This is a day for celebration here at My Bottom Smarts. You are reading my 700th blog post. This is also my 100th spanking story. What's more, sometime on Monday, we should record our three millionth hit. On this occasion, I must offer my deepest gratitude to you, my dear readers. As I have said before, without your ongoing encouragement, I would have given up long ago.

I guess this just goes to prove that there's a lot more to spanking than a sore bottom!

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Teresa’s foot pressed firmly against the brake pedal of her almost new SUV. She could have made that light, she thought, as traffic whizzed in front of her. A quick glance at her watch revealed the time to be 7:21 am. She should still be able to make it in time. She tapped nervously on the steering wheel as the light seemed endless.

Finally, upon detecting the desired green signal, she sped off. Three blocks further, Teresa turned left in to a nicely landscaped office and industrial complex. On each side of the road were elongated single story buildings. They were identically decorated for the season with what seemed like a rather unimaginative institutional flair. She pulled into the parking lot in front of building number twenty three.

Again gazing at her watch, the time was now 7:28 am. After grabbing her bag from the passenger seat, Teresa hurried through the double doors and into an attractive waiting room. She could smell fresh coffee brewing in one corner. There were two other women seated on comfortable couches and casually reading magazines. Teresa approached the reception window. The bookish woman seated just inside wore a plain navy dress. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Her black hair was gathered in a tight bun behind her head. She looked up at Teresa above half-round reading glasses.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow. I have you down for thirty minutes at 7:30 with Rolf.”

“Yes, that’s correct.” Teresa’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, you’re fortunate that he is running a little behind this morning. Please get changed right away and report to room seven.” She handed Teresa a pink plastic pass card. The woman then quickly turned away and returned to her computer where she resumed entering data.

Teresa walked to the back of the waiting room and through a portal marked “Women’s Locker Room.” When she waved the pass card over the sensor, the door opened. She felt compelled to hurry, yet at the same time, a vague apprehension seemed to slow her progress. Once inside, she sat down on a bench and changed into the outfit she had brought. It was a scarlet and white striped thong-style workout leotard that left her soft, rounded buttocks completely uncovered. She placed the rest of her clothes and belongings into a locker and then strode quietly down a narrow hallway toward her appointment in room seven.

Arriving at the door, Teresa spotted a pink folder resting in a vertical basket attached to the outside of the door. A label on the folder read:

CP Solutions
Teresa Winslow
Female 37
Stress Relief
She was tempted to examine the contents, but she heard noisy footsteps down an intersecting hallway. Teresa rapidly opened the door and slipped inside.

When she turned around, there, directly in front of her, stood Rolf. She gasped. Broad and muscular, he towered nearly a foot taller than his petite client. His arms were folded in front of him, but his expression looked more serious than unhappy.

But for lack of a whistle, Rolf might have been mistaken for a sports coach. His tight fitting gray t-shirt displayed the CP Solutions paddle logo. He wore dark athletic shorts, white socks, and tan basketball shoes. His well groomed light brown hair showed just a hint of graying at the temples.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow.” Rolf’s voice was even and deep. “How are you today?”

“Good morning, Rolf.” Teresa felt suddenly timid. For a split second, she wondered why. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done this before. “I really need this session.” As she spoke those words of confession, she peered up into his piercing cornflower eyes. She hoped he would understand.

“Shall we begin then?” This sounded more like a command than a question, but they both understood what must happen next.

Teresa walked over to an alcove across which stretched a padded beam. The beam was attached to the walls on either side of the alcove by an adjustable track system. The beam had been configured in advance to rest at the proper height for Teresa. Again feeling anxious, she nevertheless bent over the beam. She felt her lips tighten in anticipation of the discomfort soon to come.

“We will start with a standard warm up.” Rolf’s booming voice seemed even more forceful from inside the narrow alcove. With that, his rigid right palm impacted low on Teresa’s bottom. She cringed at the first sensation of pain. The second blow fell just above its predecessor. With workman-like efficiency, Rolf spanked up one cheek and down the other. Over and over he repeated this precise punitive pattern until he determined that her primary spanking surfaces were adequately prepared for the main portion of the session.

“I’m going to give you a break for a couple of minutes, but I’ll be right back. You may stand if you wish.” Without further explanation, Rolf headed out the door.

Warm-up or not, Teresa’s bottom stung. She rubbed with both hands, but this yielded no real relief. As she rubbed, she looked around the appointment room. It was a spanker’s paradise. On the walls hung numerous paddles, floggers, straps, and crops of various designs. The one table held a tray containing hairbrushes, bath brushes, and belts. On the opposite side of the room was a wall-mounted cabinet. Wide but not deep, it resembled one she had seen for the storage of billiard cues. This cabinet, however, contained punishment canes. She thought about opening the doors for a closer look, but she didn’t want to appear too interested in that cabinet.

When Rolf returned, he was carrying a small, rounded wooden paddle. It was the sort of a paddle that might be ideal for a close quarters, over the lap sort of spanking. But Teresa doubted that was on the schedule for today. She pondered briefly how nice it could be to be that near to Rolf, but his voice interrupted her daydream.

“Shall we?” His gesture directed Teresa to again assume her position over the beam. Once she was in place, Rolf began to spank again, this time applying the sturdy wooden paddle. Rather than the wide dispersion technique employed for the warm-up, Rolf now focused his attention and his swats upon the lower half of each cheek. The paddle generated a much louder report than had the spanking therapist’s hand. For Teresa, however, the biggest difference was shocking burn the paddle caused each time it smacked against her bare skin. Her hands gripped ever tighter as her fingers dug into the soft padding of the beam.

After several minutes of vigorous paddling, Rolf halted abruptly and placed the implement into the tray on the table. Teresa began to rise, but stopped when she felt Rolf's hand on her back gently indicating that she should remain in position.

“You will now receive four strokes with a 3/8 inch cane. These will likely hurt a great deal. Are you prepared?”

“Yes,” sniffed Teresa, “Just please get it over.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Compared to the paddle, the swish and crack of the cane was nearly silent. Teresa, however, couldn’t help exclaiming, “Ow!” as each stroke was applied. The final one hit just above where her bottom meets her thighs and was so powerful that she felt her knees buckle. By the time the session was over, she was sobbing quietly and words failed her.

Rolf wrapped his burly arms around his client and gave her a supportive hug. She melted into his chest, enveloped by his masculine strength.

After several moments, Rolf whispered that he had another session.

“Thank you, Rolf. That really, really helped.” He smiled as she tipped him a twenty and then he was gone.

As she returned to the locker room, Teresa marveled at how much more relaxed she felt. It had been a difficult session and she knew she would be sore for the rest of the day, but this feeling of peaceful bliss was so worth it.

Upon returning to the locker room, she took a warm, rejuvenating shower. The sudsy water flowed down her body in rivulets as her last of her cares swirled down the drain. Later, as she dried her hair in front of a long lighted vanity, Teresa couldn't resist examining her freshly treated bottom in the large mirrors. It was still warm to the touch and looked very red, but there were no obvious cuts or bruises. That Rolf, she thought, definitely knows his craft.

Soon, Teresa was again dressed in her business suit, with hair styled, makeup applied, and everything in order. On the way out, she stopped at the reception desk to make another appointment with Rolf in two weeks. By then, his services would again be most welcome.

When she left the CP Solutions facility, Teresa did so with renewed confidence and improved focus. She knew this would be a very good day.

Keywords: spanking, paddle spanking, caning, spanking story, spanking fiction