Sharman didn't do it (M/f, spank, no sex)

Copyright c ReadyOne 2002.  All Rights Reserved.

I met Bonnie and her two girls many years ago when her IBM
PC was acting up.  She had head that I worked for IBM, so I
should be able to fix the thing, right?  Shortly she was
getting paid to do word processing using her PC, so she was
especially grateful for the help.

Bonnie was short and attractive and I was disappointed to
learn she was dating this guy fairly seriously.  After a
while, she introduced us, and by the time they were married,
he and I had started trading labor, going to a game
together, and finally just bumming around.  I watched Elana
and Sharman advance from 4th & 5th grades to high school and
grow to love their step-dad Jim very much.

One morning, Sharman got up and found Jim setting in his
recliner with a warm cup of coffee beside him, dead from a
totally unexpected heart attack.  Being the first to finding
him hit Sharman especially hard, not to mention that Jim had
just stopped smoking and started a healthy lifestyle.  I
gave what comfort I could to the family, and even gave the
eulogy for Jim.  I found myself over at Bonnie's more to
help her clean and repair the house for sale.

One evening Bonnie and Elana went out for a couple of hours
and left me pig-tailing aluminum wire and Sharman reading in
her bedroom.  When I was ready to do Sharman's outlets, I
stopped before knocking on her door because it sounded like
she was weeping.  I tapped gently on the door, and then
eased it open.  She was setting in bed with her pajamas on,
red-eyed with an open book lying beside her.  I sat down on
the foot of the bed.

"Sharman...  What's the matter, honey?"  She just sniffled.
"Did something you were reading upset you?"  She nodded, and
I moved up to the head of the bed and sat beside her.  I
picked up the book and gave it a quick glance.

Sharman liked romances, and this one was open to a scene in
it where a father and daughter were reunited after a long
absence.  It had triggered Sharman.

"You miss Jim a lot, don't you?"  She nodded again.  "He was
a good dad to you."  Sharman gave a great sob and threw her
arms around me.  She clung and sobbed for a couple of
minutes.  Finally she got the words out, "Why did he go
away?  Why did I make him go away?"  The last part was
interesting to me.

"You didn't make him go away, dear.  God took him to heaven.
He's probably looking down and feeling sad that you have to
cry so much."

"But I did make him go away.  I'm sure he had his heart
attack because of me, and I didn't save him ether!"

"Tell me about it, please." I gently asked.  "What did you
do to make him go away?"

"Elana and I went shopping for some clothes for school.
When we got home and showed Jim what we bought, he said they
weren't right to wear to school and we argued over it."

"That wouldn't cause a heart attack, honey.  I'm sure you
argued with many times, right?"

"Yes, but he didn't die the next morning!"  Sharman's retort
was sharp.

"Arguing doesn't cause a heart attack.  That happens only in
the movies.  Even when Jim was doing unhealthy things like
smoking, you argued with him and he didn't even get sick,
let alone die.  You know I'm right, don't you?"

"Yes," came sullenly.  "You're not the only person who has
told me that."

"So why do you still think it was your fault?"

"Because I didn't find him in time!"  Sharman began sobbing
hard again.  I held her and tried my best to sooth her.

"I can understand that.  His coffee wasn't even cold when
you got up, and your mom called 911 less than a minute after
you found him.  You all did everything thing you could, but
if you'd gotten up a few minutes earlier you might have
found him while he was still alive.  That can be a hard
thing to bare."  Sharman cried some more.

"Sharman, we talked to the doctor that looked at Jim's body
to see why it happened so suddenly.  The doctor said that
Jim might have been hurting all through the night, and just
refused to tell anyone.  Remember when you were playing
basketball with him and he hurt his ankle?  He didn't let
you or anyone know until it swelled up and he couldn't hide
it.  Right?"

"Yes."

"So Jim could have had all the warning signs of a heart
attack when we went to bed, and not told anyone.  Right?"

"Well, yes, I guess."

"Then a lot of it was Jim's fault for not telling your mom
when they got in bed.  If he'd told her the night before,
you know your mom would have had him at the hospital ASAP.
Right?"

"She would have."

"So tell me now, it is fair for your mom to take the blame
because she didn't know to get him to the hospital when they
went to bed?"

"No...  not really."

"And eight hours later, after he should have gone to the
hospital, you found him.  I don't think it's fair to blame
you for Jim ignoring his symptoms for eight hours.  You
didn't do anything wrong, he did.  And even if you had
gotten up an hour earlier, do you think he would have told
you that he needed an ambulance?"

"No, probably not."

"So your getting up earlier wouldn't have made any
difference.  Jim let his attack go on way too long.  Will
you please believe that, honey?"

"My head knows what you are saying is true.  But I still
feel bad, and I can't do anything about my heart!"

"That may not be true, Sharman.  You feel guilty, and there
is a way to get rid of guilt."

"You want me to pray some more?"

"When you did something bad, did you mom ever punish you?"

"Yes."

"And when the punishment was over, didn't you feel better?"

"Yes.  She made me pay, and then everything was right
again."

"So the answer is that you need to be punished for arguing
with Jim and not getting up earlier.  If you take your
punishment, that will wipe out any wrong you might have
done."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.  You get punished for what ever wrong you did, and you
let Jim take the blame for what ever wrong he did.  The
slate will be wiped clean.  You can stop thinking about
anything bad things you might have done, and only think
about the good things you did for Jim."

"OK.  Jim never spanked me, but mom does.  Can you spank me?
I'll think that my spanking comes from Jim and that will
help me know that he's wiped the slate clean."

"Sounds like a plan.  I'm gonna whip your ass since Jim
can't, and that will square things up.  You ready for your
punishment?"

"I'm afraid.  Will you hurt me?"

"Yes.  It isn't punishment if it doesn't hurt."

"Then you won't hurt me too much?"

"Just enough to punish you.  Now, are you ready for your
punishment?"

"I guess."

I got up off the bed and pulled Sharman off it by her arm.
"No guessing about it, young lady.  Now stand up!"  I let go
of her hand and sat down on the middle of the bed.  "Stand
up straight and look at me!"  Sharman move to stand about a
yard in front of me and came to attention.  I assume this is
how her mother did things, which was a good sign.

"Sharman, you are in trouble for arguing with your dad.  Did
you do it?"

"Yes, sir.  I argued with Jim and I shouldn't have."

"Are you sorry?"

Sharman gave a small sob.  "Yes, sir.  I'm very sorry."

"Sharman, you are in trouble for trying to get away with
wearing clothes to school that show too much of you.  You
knew Jim wouldn't like them when you bought them, but you
did anyway.  Am I correct?

"Yes, sir.  I bought school clothes I knew Jim would not be
happy with."

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes, sir.  I'm very sorry."  There wasn't a sob this time.
I knew she very wasn't sorry for that and with her mother's
help she would have worn the clothes anyway.  But Jim's
approval was the subject here.

"Sharman, you are in trouble because you didn't find your
dad while the paramedics could still reach him alive.  Did
you get up too late?"

Sharman gave a big sob.  "Yes, sir.  I'm very sorry.  I
should have found him while he was still alive."

"Sharman, you are in trouble because you are taking
responsibility on yourself for things you can't control.
Are you trying to be responsible for Jim not telling anyone
that he was having an heart attack?"

"Yes, sir.  I am blaming myself for what Jim did."

"Are you responsible for Jim's actions?"

"No.  Sir.  I am not responsible for what other people do."

"Take down you pants, Sharman."  Sharman got very red.  I
wondered if she would follow through.  After a long
hesitation, she slowly removed her pants and stepped out of
them.

"Young lady, you deserve a bare bottom spanking for what you
have done.  Take down your panties too."

Sharman hesitated again.  "Take your punishment, child," I
gently said.  She immediately complied.

"Now come here and bend over my lap."  This time there was
no hesitation.  Sharman came directly to me and lay down
with her bottom up in the air.  She offered no resistance
when I slightly adjusted her position.

"Sharman, I've going to give you 10 swats for each of your
three offenses.  I started rubbing her bottom.  "If you
fight me, I'll just make them harder."  I started massaging
her thighs.  "If you end off my lap then I will find
something besides my hand to hit with."  I moved to
massaging her cheeks.  "You will be crying before I am
finished."  I started pinching her cheeks.  "I will not let
you up until I see that you are truly sorry."  I went back
to circling a cheek with my palm straight out, target
seeking.

Then I landed the first one, just loud enough to sting a
teensy bit.  Sharman jerked.  I let the other cheek have it
and she jerked again.  "This is for arguing with Jim."  I
then laid onto her and she started to cry.  I believe it was
more remorse than pain.  When I finished the ten, her bottom
and thighs were red.

"The next ten are for trying to sneak those clothes past
your dad.  You are to count each swat as I give it to you."
I landed the first, and she started counting.  This time I
varied the timing and location to make her anticipate each
one.  I felt her fear increase, so after the fourth swat I
said, "I'm being sneaky with you.  You don't know where the
next swat will land or how hard it will be.  Now think about
how you and Elana were sneaky with your dad."  I had to wait
extra before the last two so Sharman could stop sobbing
enough to count the previous stroke.

Out of curiosity, I readjusted her on my lap before the last
set.  I spread her legs apart a bit to see if she was having
any reaction.  I then very lightly stroked my hand over her
bottom and thighs, checking my work, and giving my hand a
rest from the effort it had made.  I believe her vulva was
swollen a bit, but I didn't touch it.  This was spanking
only.

"Sharman, these last ten strokes are going to make up for
everything that you didn't do to get Jim help."  I landed
the first blow.  "This is for not getting up earlier."  I
landed the second blow.  "This is for not knowing that he
was hurting when he when to bed".  Blow number three.  "This
is because you didn't make Jim tell you that he needed
help."  Number 4.  "This is because you didn't make your mom
do anything the night before."  Fifth blow.  "This is
because you think that you were supposed to do something you
couldn't do."  Six.  "This is because you keep hurting
yourself by believing that you caused Jim's death."  Blow
number seven.  "This is because you are trying to take an
adult's responsibility when you are still a child."  The
Eighth.  "This is for thinking that you can do God's job of
giving and taking life."  Ninth blow.  "This is because you
are blaming yourself when it's not your fault."  The tenth
blow finished the set.

Sharman had been sobbing hard from the first one on.  I
stroked her hair and back until she got control of herself
again.

"Now go stand against that wall.  While you are there, I
want you to keep telling yourself that it's all over.
You're square now.  All is forgiven.  You have purged your
guilt."  Sharman got up close and put her nose against it

I put the new wires on the 4 outlets in her room.  She was
standing in front of one, so when I got there I looked her
over before I sent her to another wall.  Her pussy had
definitely opened up and I could see the edges of her inner
lips.  I secretly hoped that this arousal was creating a
spanko, someone who would enjoy spankings as part of sex.

When I finished with the wiring, I told her to get dressed.
After she was ready for bed again, she came and hugged me
tight and started to cry softly.  "Thank you very much.  I'm
alright now.  I'm crying because I miss Jim.  I'm not crying
because of what I did -- that's behind me now.  I just feel
bad because Jim and I can't be together any more."

"That's just fine.  We all miss Jim.  I've even cried a bit
too."  We held each other for a long time, then Sharman ask
me to tuck her into bed.  I was glad to do so.