Spanking Archive Updates
A Spanking for the Bride, by M.D. (September 28, 2015)
This couldn't be happening, but it was. Slowly she ascended the stairs and noticed the light already on in their bedroom. It was focussed directly on the pillows. He had told her ten minutes. It was sufficient time and slowly she prepared herself according to his instructions. She undressed by removing first her hose and panties, reaching underneath the dress and, only then, the dress itself. Finally her bra and she was naked. Turning sideways to the mirror she noticed her reddened derriere and wondered what shade it would be in a short while.
You Can Go Home, by Connie (September 28, 2015)
But this is the thing about a spanking. You may start out feeling that way--that you're going to keep your pride--but after a time the sting becomes the overriding consideration. You simply forget about everything else. Even as a child, when I was spanked on rare occasions in front of other children, the humiliation was horrible in the beginning, but after a while I'd forget they were even there. Now, when Dad started to deliver those volleys that landed numerous blows on one cheek, smacks over smacks, I didn't even think about Bob witnessing the whole thing. I let go and yelled and bucked and kicked and I'm sure showed every private part of myself with abandon. The most important thing in the world at this point was for it to stop and yet there was absolutely no way I could make it stop. It would go on until Dad decided it was time for it to stop. But still I tried, pleading desperately, "I'll be good I promise I will. I won't ever do it again." When it was finally over I lay across Dad's lap, sobbing and panting and finally thought again about Bob. Through my tears, I sneaked a glance at him. He was sitting there on the sofa, with a look of total amazement on his face--and something else too. Although I could scarcely believe it, there was the faintest smile on his lips.
Schoolgirl Sage, 2, by A.G. Geiger (September 25, 2015)
"Now hold on," he told her, as he rubbed the paddle softly against her seat. "This is for your own good, and you know that, and I hope it'll be the only time I have to do this."
With that, he drew the paddle back and, with a rush of wind, brought it smacking hard into both of Marsha's cheeks with a loud SMACK that echoed off the ceiling of the garage. She grunted, and gave a little squeal.
With barely a pause, he spanked her two more times with the wooden paddle, and now her cries rose. By the fourth and fifth, her rear was burning, and could hardly stay still. Through it all, Rachel's father watched with some satisfaction -- Marsha had been his daughter's henchman for too long, and had this coming, and more-- while Rachel stood stock still in disbelief.
Screen Test, by Randi (September 25, 2015)
The teacher would lay the implement flat against his target, as if measuring the distance, then raise his arm. The cane made an audible swish in the air, even through the speaker system, and a cry of anguish followed closely after each stroke.
The other girls were wincing in sympathy each time the cane fell. Or perhaps the winces were in anticipation of their own ordeals.
This punishment was much slower, much more deliberate than the spanking Daniel had witnessed in the baths. The teacher delivered each stroke carefully, then waited for the shrieks and the writhing to subside before he delivered the next. Daniel was mesmerized in spite of himself - he watched each red line appear on the girl's pale flesh, and had the almost overwhelming urge to run his finger over one of the welts.
Salt on the Tail, by Barbie (September 21, 2015)
Barbie couldn’t keep from kicking and screaming. She had never felt so hysterical during a spanking. She always got nearly hysterical but never like this. It was too much! She couldn’t take any more. But she had to. It went on and on!
Uncle Grant smacked one cheek and then the other and then in the middle of both. Barbie howled and begged. Uncle Grant slipped down to the tops of her thighs and spent too long being sure that they matched her bottom. Barbie was wild with pain and regret. She had never regretted anything so much as this.
“I’ll never do it again! I’ll never do it again!” She screamed and hoped that Uncle Grant could understand the sounds that were punctuated by cries of pain. There hadn’t been a chance to be stoic at any time during this punishment. He had never just grabbed her like this before, and she hoped that he never did it this way again.
Schoolgirl Saga 1, by A.G. Geiner (September 21, 2015)
She blinked, flustered by the pain and the humiliation she was feeling, as a 17-year-old being spanked by a man she didn't even know. What was worse, deep inside she knew she would never live this down, even if no one else ever found out. A band of red -hot pain and embarrassment, about four inches wide, spread across her backside, deepest at the crowns of her two voluptuous cheeks and trailing off as the flesh curved away in both directions.
After a wait of 10 seconds, he raised the paddle again, this time barely brushing her jeans clad seat with a gentle slapping motion as he rubbed it against the lowermost slopes of her backside. Had she not been pressed up hard against the desk, she'd have flinched at the slightest contact with the hard wood of the paddle-- as it was, she could feel herself cringing inside, waiting for the second swat that she knew was inevitable.
Trained Wives, by Chuck (September 18, 2015)
Paula's behind, creamy white when it was first denuded, jumped upward with each blow. As the tempo picked up, she began to wiggle it around on her husband's lap in a vain attempt to ward off the spanks.
"JIM, PLEASE!", she cried. "NOT TO HARD TONIGHT! I PROMISE I'LL GO OVER YOUR KNEES TOMORROW WITHOUT ARGUMENT! OWWW! OWWW! OH, JIMMMM ..."
The angry husband was not moved by his wife's pleas for mercy. He watched as the deep, shadowy crevice that separated her buttocks tightened and the two half-moons virtually became one as the pinkness gradually became a brighter red. He had a calloused palm and it was only a couple minutes before tears were trickling down the young woman's face.
Wendy, by Helier (September 18, 2015)
She turned away from me and cleared her shirt up to stick her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. For a moment she hesitated and turned her eyes up to the ceiling then she edged her shorts over her bottom and down to her knees.
"Do whatever you have to," she mumbled. "I won't complain."
Her bottom was delightfully tight and round, stretching her white cotton panties with their tiny lilac flowers. Seeing her I wondered why on earth it had taken me three years to get round to this. But then a strange thought occurred to me as I watched her bend over and put her hands on her knees, pushing out her buttocks beautifully - maybe it was her that had taken three years to get this far.
Southern Man, by Caroline (September 14, 2015)
"No, please". She joined him there."I'm sorry I'd like to apologize" He just turned back to the dishes and suds. "Please? I feel awful. Won't you forgive me? It was a prank. A childish..."
"Yes, it was certainly childish." Vivien blushed deeply at his tone. Dammit. She liked him. Why did she have to pull a stupid trick like that?
"Travis, Travis, will you at least look at me while I'm grovelling? " She tried to make a joke. "Come on, I'm sorry. Whaddya say?. Let's call out the firing squad?"
"No", he said simply, quietly as he washed the dishes. She frowned. She was upset. She really hadn't meant any harm. Dammit.
Will Susan Ever Learn, by James Fox (September 14, 2015)
WHAP! His palm hit her right buttock with a satisfying explosion. Equally satisfying was the ‘EEOOW’ in reaction to it. WHAP! He evened it up on the other cheek. ‘AAOOW.’
This was good. SPLATT! ‘AAAH!’ SPLATT! ‘OOWW!’ It occurred to him that it was a bit like driving off only with no follow through. He raised his hand above his head and brought it down in a well controlled arc. SPLAMM! ‘WAAHH!’ It was a good thing he had one of the best drives at the club. WHAPP! ‘EEEH!’ WHAPP ‘Oooow!’ He paused a moment. ‘Justin! Stop it! You're really hurting me.’ She started serious struggling trying to get her hands back to cover her bottom. He grabbed her right hand and pushed it into the small of her back.
Stacy's Trip Home, by C.J. West (September 11, 2015)
Stacy did very well in the pageant, finishing as the second runner up. She really seemed excited about doing so well that night, after the results were announced. But a few short days later her attitude changed. She started to complain about the judges, criticizing the winner and just whining about her fate. She also continued to show the members of her family less than the normal courtesies.
This time, when Herb suggested warming his daughter's backside, there was no objection from his wife. "Young lady," he said, approaching Stacy in the living room, "we are not your servants in this house." By now he had reached her side. "You know how to treat people," he said, taking hold of her arm, "and you know the proper ways to behave and to show good sportsmanship. I know because we have taught you these things."
Summer of Our Discontent, by Rosy B. Goode (September 11, 2015)
All the way to school, I kept thinking about my poor Mom. I had to talk to her, to apologize for all the trouble. I couldn't stand not knowing what really went on, so I weaseled and needled it out of my cousin Becky, a sophomore.
She went on to tell me that none of the kids had ever been taken to the woodshed, but that her own mother, Lucy, had been taken there at least twice. Becky also overheard her Great- grandpa talking with her Grandpa, Ned, about a "tannin'" that Grandfather had given Ruth. Becky said that Ruth tried to run the house and her Great-grandpa would not have it!
"Just two weeks after her honeymoon with Grandpa Ned, Great- grandpa took Ruth to the woodshed. According to Great-grandpa, he spanked Ruth like a little child, you know, bare-bottomed. This was 'to put her in her place!' Then Great-grandpa lifted one foot onto the spanking stool, put Ruth across his single up- raised knee, and then thrashed her with his belt. This was 'so she would know better the next time!'"
Tasting the Tawse at 27, by B.T. (September 7, 2015)
She put her hand back in place and braced with palms under her zipper, pushing her pelvis into them. She sensed the next lick coming and tried to squinch her seat, but with such tight jeans on and with her toes over the bed edges, her rump muscles wouldn't bunch up. A growlingly painful splat laced her right cheek, just outside her high, little decorative pocket. She breathed spasmically and held her breath. She repositioned her hands and pushed into them. Another incredibly painful crack printed the lower extremity of her right cheek. She pushed hard into her hands, her fingers exerting a serendipitous pressure on her sexual center. The tawse landed again, again, again.....oh, how it landed. She gritted, groaned, and pus……
The Tease, by Miss Lee (September 7, 2015)
The blows halted. "Are you sorry you teased me and that other poor man in the bar?"
"Hell, no! Of course not! It was all innocent-EEEEEE!" Something that was obviously not his hand landed, setting me afire again. "What was that?"
"My hairbrush. You're going to get a good taste of it for being such a teasing brat.
Pamela, by C. Flint (September 4, 2015)
Andy sighed. "If that's the way you want it......" He reached low and pulled her skirt and slip up folding the fabric neatly above her waist. He placed his hand on the seat of her silk panties. "I'm tired of your nonsense," he told her. "You've been told that whenever you behave like a brat you're going to be treated like one." He gave her bottom a hard slap. "If you continue to act like a child you're going to find yourself with a red bottom a lot more often then you'll like." Andy banged his hand down against her bottom again. He was gratified to hear her yelp of pain and see her legs kick high in the air. Other than that single cry of pain Pamela kept her silence.
Punishment of Pamela, by M.D. (September 4, 2015)
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He struck rapidly alternating from the summit of one jiggling buttock to the other. "Ouch! Ow. . ." she squealed trying to reach back with her free hand. "You're hurting me! Stop it!"
The tone was as much command as plea, and it angered him. Even in submission she thought she could give orders! Well, this punishment, her spanking would be on his terms, he would stop when he was ready to. And he was a long way from ready! He gripped her free left hand, holding it with the right one against the small of her back. Without a hand to support them, her head and upper body draped further forward, elevating still more her naked bottom.
Connie's Supreme Spanking, by Connie (August 31, 2015)
As though she were a doll, Connie's lover flips her over, and passes his hand over the now very rosy bottom. The pain has subsided to a tingle, and as she feels her lover's hand against her flesh, Connie begins to have strong feelings -- strange certainly, considering what has happened to her, and what is about to happen. As her lover talked to herrr, she was suddenly aware that she was actually beginning to be sexually aroused. Her pussy, she knows, is moist and contracting, and she yearns to make love. But, somehow, she knows this is not the time. She does not look forward to what is coming, without really understanding why, she knows she will submit, however much she may protest along the way.
Dawson, by Cerissa (August 31, 2015)
Dawson realized that he would have to be graphic. He stood just a few feet in front of her and leaned in to speak. "What you need to set you on the right track, Miss Markoff, is a good, sound spanking." Ignoring her gasp, he went on. "Your lazy behavior not only deserves, it needs correction. I can point to the evidence of your first two assignments to support the statement that friendly advice and second chances are not the way to improve your work habits. I'm only thinking of your own future when I suggest that a burning bottom may stay in your memory far longer than a warm talk. So with your best interests in mind, I recommend that you accept punishment for your first few botched assignments, and start with a clean slate.
Carla's Ultimatum, by Jason (August 28, 2015)
When the next twenty-five were done, Derek told her, "Stand up and push your panties down to your knees." Carla lowered the thin satin garment, grimacing at the scraping of the normally smooth fabric across her sensitized flesh. She started to go back over his lap, but remembered in time she hadn't been told to. He gently stroked her exposed flank. "You're doing very good for your first spanking, darling. Turn around and let me see. Nice and pink. We'll go for a bright scarlet now. Back over, and get ready to kick and cry."
In your dreams, big boy, she thought, laying over the strong thighs, her short housecoat well out of the way and panties now dangling at her ankles. Derek didn't start with gentle rubbing this time. His hand came down hard and flat on her bare skin. It wasn't any harder than the previous smacks, but Carla was surprised at the difference the removal of flimsy panties made. Her head jerked up, and she uttered an agonized groan. In spite of her intentions, her legs kicked, sending her house slippers flying across the room, followed by her panties landing in a tangled mess on the coffee table. "Good shot," said a laughing Derek.
Daddy Was Right, by Jason (August 28, 2015)
"I spanked her several more times after we were engaged, and she was getting better about not breaking promises and other things. Shortly before our wedding, she bought the little paddle I've spanked you with, saying I could help her be a responsible mature wife with it. The night before our wedding, I used it on her. Standing at the alter the next day, she said her sore throbbing bottom warned her what would happen if she broke her vows of matrimony. I spanked her almost every night on our honeymoon for punishment and other reasons." I giggled at Daddy blushing when he said other reasons. "After we settled into this house, she requested weekly spankings with my hand on her bare bottom when she had behaved as a reminder for the coming week. When she hadn't behaved - "
A Birthday Spanking in Her Birthday Suit, by Al Purvis (August 24, 2015)
The spankers switched off with the arm holders. The mousy brownette was careful not to expose her chest to Al, but the olive skinned brunette took the side facing him with no apparent concern that he had an unobstructed view of her bare breasts. The new spankers played another disjointed duet on the birthday girl's bottom. Ms. Mouse checked over her shoulder to insure that Al was still behind her after every spank, but her counterpart didn't seem to mind him watching her perky pecks springing up and down with every swat she laid on. Surprisingly, it was the mousy maiden's spanks which smacked the loudest and elicited the loudest responses from Yvette.
Caned in Innocence, by T.C. Stonefox (August 24, 2015)
Lord McCalister looked at Jarvis and ordered, "Have the punishment block brought to the Great Hall in one hour. Martha, you have Miss Smith prepared in night shirt and nothing else."
To Mary Paige he said sternly, "I'm going to allow you to remain in my employ because I feel that second chances are deserved for the young. But as you know I am going to have to see that you are properly punished for this. You're going to be given twelve strokes of the cane for stealing Lady McCalister's clothing, and six strokes of the cane for lying to me!"
Skye's Red Kelly, by Dy Ane (August 21, 2015)
I looked at her ass. It was lovely, white and heart shaped. I let her stand there for l5 to 20 minutes until I could tell that she was getting nervous, her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Then I called her over to me and told her to lie face down across my lap. Then I took the brush from her hands and, holding her down with my left arm across her waist, I lifted the brush high and bought it down hard in the middle of her ass. She started and yelled "OUCH!” and put her hand on her butt. I told her to move it. When she did, I spanked her good. After each spank, she tried to put her hand over her butt to protect it, finally I grabbed her arm and folded it on her waist and held it there.
Kristianna's Lessons, by Kristianna (August 21, 2015)
"There won't be a next time. Your disobedience has gotten you into trouble and it's time something is done." He turned and pulled something out of the desk. Could it be, was it, a paddle? "Come here," he commanded as he sat on the edge of his desk. I just stared at his hand as he lightly tapped the paddle against his palm. His hand snaked out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I was forced down across his knee, his arm clamping me in place. I felt a tug as my breeches were taken down. This can't be happening, I thought wildly. The sting from the first blow brought an uncontrollable yelp! He delivered blow after blow to my bare bottom. I twisted and turned, trying to avoid that paddle, but his grip was too tight. With the first few wallops I was able to bite my lip and say nothing, but by the tenth or so I was begging him to stop. My bottom was on fire! OWW! WHACK! STOP! WHACK WHACK I'LL BEEEE GOOOOOD WHACK WHACK NO MORE WHACK UNCLE CHARLES PLEEEEASE STOOOOP I blubbered on and on. Time seemed to stand still but then it was over. He set me on my feet and sent me to my room. How I got there, I'll never know.
Foursome, by A.B. (August 17, 2015)
"NO BUTS!" he absolutely thundered. "There is no such thing as an excuse for thoughtlessness and disobedience!" I had been preparing a summary of the facts in the case, but in the face of such absolutism, anything I might have said about Tom and his car would have sounded pretty pathetic. I felt the wind going out of my sails and could see the same thing happening to Mary Rose. Mr. Flynn looked around once more, impressively. Mary Rose was flushing, and so, no doubt, was I; Janet looked a little sick. Peggy was dead pale: I'd never seen anyone looking so desperate. I think I sensed that a hole was about to open in the floor under me. "I assume," said Mr. Flynn grimly, "that you understood the rules of this house when you chose to flout them. You, Margaret, are most responsible, for it was up to you to make sure your guests understood their duty. You certainly cannot plead ignorance. Obviously, your previous lessons have not been effective. You need another, and a good one." While he was talking, he was opening a cabinet next to the colonial fireplace, and reaching inside. He now pulled out, and laid on the table, a short, thick, nasty_looking razor strap, narrowed at one end into a sort of handle. Peggy looked paler, if that was possible; the rest of us, completely taken by surprise, sucked in our breath. Poor Janet actually moaned.
Justice for Judith, by James Fox (August 17, 2015)
Judith knew that Mr. Jefferson had wanted to cane her for along time, and for his benefit she made a show of defiantly removing her dress and then pushed her knickers down to her ankles and carefully stepped out of them. She never wore a bra in the hot weather and was now standing totally naked in front of him. She could feel Jefferson studying her naked body, enjoying the fullness of her bosom and buttock swell. Judith was not ashamed of her body, she was proud of it. Although he was going to cane her bare bottom, that was all he would be doing to it.
Judith walked towards Jefferson’s' desk and bent herself over it, her breasts pressing down against the hard wooden surface. She watched him position himself behind her and felt the cane coldly, gently, touch her naked unprotected buttocks. The swish of the cane on its descent filling her ears and then its burning bite as it landed sharply across the middle of both cheeks.
The Director, by Miss Lee (August 14, 2015)
Luanne was beginning to wonder what she had ever found so attractive about being spanked...
He wound up for the tenth and final blow, assuming, of course, she didn't forget to count it. Whistling with contentment, he noted a few darkening places that would be bruises. One more, he thought with satisfaction, and she indeed would avoid sitting for a few days! Raising the paddle above his head, he brought it down fast and hard, with as much wrist snap as he could manage when the wood made contact with Luanne's tenderized flesh. She bucked and pulled against her restraints, and screamed, “EEEEEEEEE! TENNNNN!” Bursting into sobs, she realized this was worse than her sorority paddling. Much worse. Dear God, much, much worse!
The Discipline and the Brat, by Lisa (August 14, 2015)
He began to spank her bottom slowly and firmly each swat falling in a different spot until her whole bottom was warm. She was actually starting to relax a bit. But Jeffrey knew this and smiled to himself thinking this was going to be easier than he thought she actually thought this was her punishment. Boy was she in for a big shock. He started to spank harder and Danielle's eyes grew wide she began to get scared. "Jeffrey wait I am sorry really I am please don’t spank me anymore."
Jeffrey chuckled a bit to himself and forced himself to be firm. "Danielle, do you really think you have been disciplined enough for your disrespect if you do we can stop now." Danielle wanted to say yes she thought it was enough but he was right she deserved the spanking she was getting and more. So instead of what she wanted to say she told him that she did indeed deserve this spanking and all he decided to dish out.
Hide and Go Spank, by M.S. (August 10, 2015)
Smiling broadly, he cast his gaze at the poor little girl who had lied to him nary an hour ago. He had suspected it at the time and had admonished Gwen about her behavior, only to have been rebuffed with an obvious lie. Now it was time to pay The Piper in the time honored fashion that the brothers shared. Henry knew that George would punish her good and proper; it was their way. No Conron girls ever left a discipline session before crying buckets of tears and without a raw, burning behind. Henry didn’t expect George to change his standards now. He handed George the stool and grinned broadly at Gwen.
Jill, Karen and the Swimming Hole, by Daria (August 10, 2015)
I felt the dampness on his course coveralls as I lap across his lap. His large hand wiped away the remaining sand from my fanny. I shuddered as I felt him draw back his arm. I felt myself jerk at the impact of his hand on my bottom, I became aware of the dull sound the swat made in the open space of trees and the pond, more than the sting. I felt my senses alive and in a turmoil of emotion. I was embarrassed to be getting a bare bottom spanking outdoors, at the same time there was a feeling of forgiveness and comfort in knowing we had done wrong and the spanking would wash away our crimes into forgiveness. I scrunched down on his lap determined to take my punishment and earn the forgiveness that I wanted. The swats of his hand soon began to tug at my resolve to take my spanking like a good girl. I felt myself squirming on his lap. I was dimly aware of the dampness of his coveralls on my tummy and the gritty sand on my tummy. Mostly, I felt the fire beginning to burn my bottom as his hand slapped against my fanny. I was soon squealing and kicking my legs as if I were nine years old again.
Three Spanking Scenes - Ricardo
She came back into the bedroom, pulled a straight chair into the middle of the room and faced me. "Look me in the eyes, Richard, and listen carefully," she said, and I raised my eyes to meet hers. "You've got some serious punishment coming for messing up that zoning story, and you made a couple of other mistakes, too, such as attributing a quote to the wrong councilman, and I'm going to see if I can impress on your bottom the old-fashioned way that you you need to be more careful. Do you agree you need to be punished?
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
Cheryl's Senior Moment, by C.J. West (August 7, 2015)
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! His hand began spanking her posterior. "Owww, Daddy," she yelled. "Please. Not too hard. Owww."
The rest of the family, still waiting dinner downstairs, listened to the action going on upstairs. First they could hear the "Whack!" as the hard right palm landed on Cheryl's bare bottom. Then the yell as the heat increased in her cheeks. They could hear her pleas and promises. Of course, all of this sounded very familiar to Michelle. She had been across her father's lap many times and had made many of the same sounds as his hand spanked her bare backside.
Meanwhile, upstairs in her room, Cheryl was kicking and crying like a child as her fanny turned bright red. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her father applied the final two smacks.
Clare's Erotic Spanking, by A.J. Wilshire (August 7, 2015)
So sweet, so lovely, such a perfect little bottom That affectionate side of me just wants to caress her and is almost frightened of the strap I have in my right hand. But then that other side kicks in, a lesson must be taught.
“Ready?” I say, and she replies wordlessly, dropping down to rest on her elbows and forearms, straightening her back, thrusting out her bottom. I draw my hand back, whip it forward and the strap bites into her squarely at the apex of her round bottom.
“OHHH,” she says in sudden gasping surprise. They never remember quite what its like, do they? A light pink band emerges across her bottom.
Fishing for a Spanking, by A.L. Purvis (August 3, 2015)
Cheryl's head swivelled side to side like her neck had come unscrewed. "No ... no ... oh no," she begged.
"You'd be surprise," he told her, "how that old strap across the back of your lap will make the truth blubber out of your mouth."
Now her head was bobbing up and down like a canoe in a storm. "Yes ... I mean 'no' ... I mean, 'yes, sir'... I mean, 'please don't' ..." You'd have thought Cheryl was already in the woodshed with her bare bottom up waiting for the old man to start strapping her tender tail. (She says, "That's exactly the picture I had in my mind. Your spankings are merely symbolic compared to the hiding that old bastard would give a girl. Or a grown woman either, for that matter.")
Fixing the Ticket, by Caroline (August 3, 2015)
Steve swore to himself. Dammit! Why did she have to have those soft big eyes that looked up at him like she was a lamb about to be slaughtered? He wanted to gather her into his arms and rock her, cuddle her, protect her from the evils of the world. She needed nurturing.
"Alright," he agreed roughly, "Sit down over there." He pointed behind her to the big double bed in the middle of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, conscious of the panties that had bunched around her knees, and blushed. He saw her bottom lip tremble, and he thought if she did that again, he would lose control altogether and let her get away with murder. Damn! He sank into the armchair.
"Steve," she began, "It's not an easy thing for me to admit I'm wrong. I pulled a nasty trick on your friend, using you to get out of that ticket. So," she took a deep breath and continued, "I want to apologize to him, and to you, and if it's okay with you, I want to go to court and pay the fine."