Late for a Date Part 8:
On the Drink of Disaster.

by Ron J

The sun was shining brightly as I awoke today.
I looked for appropriate clothes for the fray.
You were to drop over for a while last night
But my wait had become nothing of delight.

At the late hour you said you wanted to talk
Could I wait up and we can go for a walk.
Well I waited for two hours then went to bed.
Waiting that long, today my body felt dead.

I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt.
Willing to listen to see what this was all about.
I worried that the reason you wanted to talk
Was also the reason you forgot about the clock.

My anxiety would not be completely abated
Till you called me as to how the facts related.
Since you didn't call, my fears painted things dire
Fighting my mind about what did actually transpire.

I phoned your place as soon as I got dressed.
With each new ring, I became more distressed.
I grabbed my keys and headed for the front door.
Not knowing what to think was now in store.

I got to your place I think at a new record pace.
Wanting to dispel the worry etching my face.
I ran to the door and rapped twice really hard.
I wiggled the knob, then bolted for the backyard.

I had hoped to peek into the garage to see your car.
Instead my eyes found something even more bizarre.
You were splayed across a chair with drink in hand.
Sleeping very soundly, as I quickly surveyed the land.

There were empty bottles spewed on the ground,
With a few more full bottles that I also found.
I said nothing, still letting you sleep in the chair.
I just stayed still and stood watching right there.

Your purse was there sitting on the grass.
You certainly were a vulnerable young lass.
I cared for you and felt relieved you were fine,
But your present state still caused me to pine.

As the dew dried from the lush green grass
You finally woke but said something crass.
A hangover had its teeth deep in your head.
So I just got your keys and put you to bed.

I mopped down your brow with a cold cloth.
Watching the coffee brew till it began to froth.
Finding you asleep as I returned with your mug.
I just tucked the covers up till you were snug.

I then retreated quietly to the chair in your room,
And drank the coffee myself as you might assume.
I sipped it slowly making sure you were always okay.
And that's how the morning basically just slipped away.

When you did wake up and sat on the side of the bed.
I poured you a fresh coffee, when you said "oh my head."
I sat down beside you holding you close with my arm.
You leaned your head on my shoulder away from harm.

I reached for the iced cloth again and cooled your brow.
Till you started to feel better as the short time did allow.
I calmly told you all about what you had done last night.
And what I planned to do right now to set things right.

"Oh" you said, "I guess I deserve it this time around.
It may have been real bad, if I had not been found."
You hugged me close for caring so much for you.
Even though you knew now a spanking is due.

"Ok Ron, You can you spank me now, so I feel appeased.
I know, with my drinking, you have been less than pleased.
But I know Ron, that what you do comes from the heart"
"That's why my dear I never want us to be ever apart."

You crawled across my knee and bared your rear.
"Please spank me hard Ron I really need it severe."
I know my drinking now has gotten to be too much.
You raised your bottom as my hand made its touch

"I know that it has caused deeper hurt than being late.
I didn't even show up last night for my requested date.
Please give me a good hard spanking right now Ron."
I had no reason to do it and make you feel so put upon.

I listened to your self-confession with great pride
It did my heart good to see you taking this stride.
You were quite the person learning from mistakes
But I was there for you with whatever else it takes.

If only, of course, you would learn not to be late
This habit seemed the very hardest to dissipate.
For that reason you got spanked to compensate,
As a help for our future together at any rate.

I started to spank firmly but not overly strong.
I even rubbed each cheek a bit to help you along.
You took each spank with pride to help you learn,
For you knew this spanking you did indeed earn.

I then increased the force but lowered the pace.
The sting of which brought tears to your face.
Your bottom was very red, glowing quite bright.
You squirmed a bit now, but I held you tight.

As I neared the end I felt your body shudder.
Then I heard you trying hard to calmly mutter.
So I rested my spanking hand on your cheek,
And gave you a clear opportunity to speak.

You then through your tears did implore
"Ron, please give me one hundred more.
As hard and as fast as you can spank
For that I will truly do my best to thank".

"I want a hard lesson not to do it again.
I need that in the form of a spanking's pain.
I will never ever after that, drink to excess
To cause you Ron, any additional stress."

"Ok my dear, I will grant you your request
One hundred in a row of my very best."
I started the spanking, counting in my head.
Your bottom was becoming fire engine red.

The bevy of spanks started your legs kicking.
Your bare bum was really getting a good licking.
Around fifty you were yelling and crying hard,
But I had no intention your request to discard.

Your rump was getting the hundred you asked for,
In spite of your shouting, "Please Ron, no more".
You knew, as I also knew, you would breakdown,
And I had to resist for us and keep going to town.

As I neared the very end, you lost all your control.
Your body squirmed and started to weave and roll.
But I landed the spanks uninterrupted right to the end,
ignoring your free hand, trying desperately to defend.

As you struggled even harder to get yourself free.
I just held you more firmly, there across my knee.
At last as the hundredth spank was finally reached,
You really had let loose and started to screech.

When I stopped you popped up right away.
Your spanked bottom dance, I must say,
Was the best I'd seen, since you met me,
And started to spend time across my knee.

You rubbed and pranced around the room,
Oblivious to my presence I must assume,
Till I got up and went over to comfort you,
And held you close till your tears were few.

You then whispered in my ear softly, really sweet,
"I needed that hard spanking Ron and feel complete.
I got drinking beer, late last night and started to frown
So I called you on the phone and said I drop right down."

I drank a bit more an became more worried I'd lost you.
I had my hearts feelings before, Ron dashed by a few.
Today now I truly knew, by the way took care of me.
I will never have any doubts and go on a drinking spree."

I held you near, brushing back your soft flowing hair
Wiping away the last warm tear that was sitting there.
I felt now that what we believed in each other was true
But a red bottom still is needed, as it helps to remind you.

We fell back onto the bed remaining there till night.
Everything again in our world was set back right.
Neither of us wanted to ever be too far apart again.
But the real world does apply its own type of strain.

So we made the most of our free time, right there and then
For who know the future's plans; the what, where and when
So the Saturday that had started in such absolute disarray
Was transformed entirely by a real hard spanking, I'd say.

Ron J