Lessons Learned

**Disclaimer.** I don’t own the X-Men I just spank them. This story is about female lovers and a rather long punishment.

**Here’s your chance** Even wanted to see an X-Man get it good over someone’s knee? Well here’s you chance.. As you R&R tell me who you wanna see get it in the end next. Tell me how gets spanked, who’s doing the spanking, what with, what reason, and where in the mansion. I’ll take it from there.


Ororo Munroe was calm, cool, and in control. Always in control. She had to be. She was after all the co-leader of the X-Men, a sgategate mother to two young mutants, and there was always the small fact that she could take out an entire New York borough with a single untamed thought. But there were times when she needed to let go of the control, times when she wanted someone else to be leader, the guide, the strong one, but in order to have that there had to be a lot of trust. Trust in herself and trust in the person she’d let have that big a piece of herself. Luckily for Ororo she had that.

They’d been friends since forever, and lovers almost as long. If Ororo trusted anyone it was Jean Grey. They knew each other, inside and out. Jean could tell when Ororo needed to be pampered, loved, touched, supported, told off, scolded, and she knew when Ororo was at her breaking point and needed to just let go.

Normally she would see it coming and would just wait it out. She knew what Ororo needed and she knew she was the only one who could give it to her. Jean would watch and wait, wait for the unconscious signal from Ororo that would tell her it was time. That morning while Jean was filing paper work, she found it.

“Ororo,” Jean said as she walked into the weather witch’s empty classroom.

Ororo looked up and smiled as her lover approached the desk, but when she noticed the look on Jean’s face her smile quickly melted away.

“Ororo, your grade reports are incomplete again. This is the third time this week.” Jean said sternly. “You’ll have to redo them which means I’ll have to refile them.”

Ororo looked at Jean and frowned. Both of them knew that the reports were no big deal, but they also knew that Ororo, in her own way was asking for Jean to take care of her. “I’m sorry, Jean. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Jean slammed the manila folder on the desk and shook her head. “That’s not good enough this time, Ororo. You told me the same thing on Monday and on Wednesday.” Jean leaned over the desk so faceface was closer to Ororo’s. “After dinner you’ll go to our room and wait for me, Ororo. Your going to spend the weekend there, do you understand me?”

Ororo simply nodded as a lump formed in her throat. As soon as she saw the look on Jean’s face she knew she would spend the evening over her lover’s knee instead of in her arms, but the thought of being punished all weekend surprised her. She hated this part of herself, the part that some how needed and wanted to be conted ied in such a way, but she loved it as well. She loved the release, and the emotion. She always felt so loved after these sessions with Jean, despite the pain in her well punished pastier.

Dinner seemed to pass by to quickly. Ororo’s mind was to busy thinking about what Jean was going to do to eat, which only upset Jean even more. Everyone helped clear the table and since it was their night Jean and Ororo washed the dishes. Neither one of them saying a word until the last fork was put away. That’s when Jean walked over and whispered in Ororo’s ear.

“I have some papers to grade but I will be up in one hour, until then you are to lay the black bag on the bed, then I want you to remove everything, fold your clothes neatly and lie them on the dresser, and put on a white t-shirt, nothing else.” Ororo nodded when Jean paused. “You’ll then bend over the end of the bed and stay that way until I come up.” Ororo nodded again as she felt her stomach clench. Jean smacked Ororo’s ass hard which told Ororo to go, which she did.

Ororo’s whole body trembled as she went up to the attack room she and Jean shared. So many emotions washed over her that dark clouds began to form out side. As she stopped to watch them though her sky light she found herself worrying more about Jean then herself. These types of evenings always made Ororo lose control over her emotions, and her powers, which is what she wanted, but in order to keep the damage to a minimum Jean had to use her powers as a filter. Because of this and the raw emotions that each of them spent during a spanking, both women were drained by the end and normally took all night and most of the next day to recover. And now Jean was planning something that would take all weekend, this worried Ororo greatly.

As quickly as she could Ororo began to do everything Jean had told her to do. She took the black duffle bag out of the back of the closet and laid it on the bed. As she sat it down she could hear it contents rattle together. The sound of wooden paddles, hair brushes, straps, and the other implements in the bag mad Ororo’s heart sink to the bottom of her stomach. Something told her that sitting in her hard wooden desk chair next week wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Ororo finished getting ready, her cloths were neat on the dresser and she wore only a thing white man’s t-shirt. She stood, her legs slightly apart, bent over the end of the bed. The cool air from the open skylight felt wonderful on her bare legs and ass checks andwingwing that that feeling was going to be all to short she allowed herself to enjoy it.

Jean didn’t make a sound as she came up the stairs. She hovered in the door way for a while and looked at the tall dark goddess that had her long muscular frame bent over the bed. Jean felt so much love for this woman that for a moment she thought about not going though with her plans but instead make love to Ororo all weekend. But they had a deal. This wasn’t one side after all, Ororo had many many times held Jean bare assed over her knee when she felt Jean needed to be released from her own control, and they had agreed that if they felt it had to be done there was no backing out.

Ororo sensed her in the room. She felt the wind against her bare skin as she walked behind her. She could smell her perfume. She could see the shadows she cast against the wall. And she could hear the sound of the back bag being opened.

“This is how this will work Ororo. We are going to use every last thing in this bag during the next three days. You will remain in this room, in nothing but a white t-shirt until we’re finished. Your going to be well spanking, your going to spend time in the corner, we will not make love, and you will complete let go and let me do everything. Are we clear?”

“Yes Jean.” Ororo said timidly.

“Good.” Jean replied as she began to remove what she would need for the night. A long wooden paddle and a round wooden paddle were all placed where Ororo could see them. Jean walk over to Ororo and pulled the white t-shirt up so that Ororo’s firm mocha mounds were exposed to her. Ororo’s body was tense and she flinched when Jean placed her hands on her ass checks just to caress them. “Let go for me, Ororo.” Jean said softly as she began to hand spank her lover’s bare ass.

The smacks sent small raging fires down Ororo’s legs. She flinched and gasped but didn’t let go. Jean began to smack harder. Her hand coming down on each check in turn. Right, left, right, left. Slowly the winds out side began to pick up. Slowly Ororo was letting go. After five minutes of warm up Jean walked over and picked up the small round paddle. It was just round enough and big enough to cover Ororo’s ass perfectly. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “Let go, Ororo.” Thwack! “Let yourself go.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “You made all those mistakes cause you wanted this.” Thwack! “Needed it” Thwack! “Now give into it. Thwack!

Jean used the round paddle on Ororo’s burning, scarlet ass for ten minutes before letting her get a drink of water, and then another ten before sending her to the corner. The weather out side had gone from windy to a heavy rain storm. It’s going to storm all weekend, Jean thought as she stood by the window. She listened to Ororo’s soft sobs and became weak in the knees but she couldn’t give in. She had to be the one in control. She smiled a little as she felt deep down that in a few weeks she’d be the one in the corner with a blistered ass.

Ororo had been in the corner for a hour. Her legs hurt, her ass was on fire, her throat dry, but she was free. Free of the restraints of her life. Jean was in control and Ororo only lived by her command.

After another half an hour Jean finally called Ororo to her. “Over the desk, Ororo.” Jean ordered. Ororo braced herself over the desk and spread her legs. The soft wood was cold on her nipples and they went hard instantly. She held back a moan as she felt Jean’s hands on her legs. Jean was placing a separation bar between them to keep Ororo from closing them. Jean picked up the long wooden paddle and walked over to Ororo. She trailed the wood along Ororo’s spin as she spoke. “Thirty-five, Ororo, and you will count each one aloud. If you mess up we began again.”

“Yes Jean.”
Jean pulled back and swung foreword. The crack of wood against bare flesh echoed off the walls like the weather witch’s thunder. “One.” Ororo managed to get out after sucking in air. “Two” She gasped. By the time she was on ten the fire in her ass was consuming her whole body. The storm out side had become violent even with Jean using her powers to control it. A fifteen Ororo was bawling. Twenty had her weak in the knees. After the full thirty-five, and the bar between her knees removed, Ororo couldn't stand. Jean caught her as she sank to the floor. “We’re almost done for the night, Ororo.” She said softly as she stocked her lover’s sweat matted white hair. The two women reaming on the floor a few moments more before Jean sent Ororo in to the bathroom to get a drink of water and to take a shower.

Jean waited for another hour before continuing with Ororo’s spanking. Now was the time it became more interment. Ororo had giving over her control and now was the time for her to feel loved. Ororo sat on the bed next to Jean while Jean held her close. “We’re almost done for the night, my love. You have done so well and I am so proud of you. We’re going to finish tonight with a hand spanking and a rub down with some aloe and then start your day off the same way.” Ororo nodded as she softly cried into Jean’s shoulder. “For the rest of the weekend it’ll play like this. Hand spankings after your morning and evening showers followed by a rub down. The hair brush before lunch, a leather strapping after. The wooden spoon before dinner, a paddling after. You’ll stand in the corner with your ass on display while I’m in the room and not spanking you. You’ll lie on the bed under the covers while I’m out of the room. Any sexual touching will get you put over my knee and blistered with a belt. Your weekend punishment will end on Monday morning after a good hard over my knee hand spanking and a good hard fuck. Are we clear?”

“Yes Jean.” Ororo said though her tears.

Jean places her lover over her knee. Her naked body cool from her shower but her ass still hot to the touch. Jean leaned down and kissed each blood red cheek before whispering. “I love you, Ororo.” Then she began the spanking. After she was finished she pulled Ororo into her arms and cuddled her as she cried. Both women feel asleep in each other’s arms.

The weekend went just as Jean said it would. She was careful not to go over board. She kept Ororo’s ass a nice full red but she left no marks, no bruises. Come Monday morning Ororo had been reborn from the pain, and the love. It was indeed hard to sit for the next three weeks, but every time Ororo flinched from hard contact of the wooden chairs on her sore ass she smiled. She was loved, she was with someone she trusted, and she knew that at the end of the day she would get as rub down and a good nights fuck. She also knew that some time soon, Jean’s day would come.