Jules arrived and carted her things to the door of the hotel suite. She saw that the door was opened slightly with a note on the door addressed to her. She opened the note slowly and read it. It was telling her that LadyHeart was in the shower and that she was to come in and make herself at home. The suggestion to unpack was also made.

Unpacking was not going to make her comfortable, she was sure of that. Despite the numerous warnings she had received, she purposely did not pack the toys she was told she should. Jules tended to have a defiant streak in her. She felt she needed to push and see what would happen.

LadyHeart came out of the bathroom just as jules was finishing putting her things away. After LadyHeart had toweled her hair thoroughly, jules ran over and hugged her. LadyHeart returned the hug, and then looked at jules carefully.

"Did you do as you were told?" LadyHeart's tone was firm, but kind.

Jules looked down and toed at the carpet. "Well, uhh notzactlyasIwastold..." she mumbled.

LadyHeart looked at her, then took her chin and tilted it up. Jules looked reluctantly into her eyes. "What was that?"

"I didn't exactly do as I was told." That sounded really bad now that it was said out loud like that. What had she been thinking?

"What do you mean by not exactly?" LadyHeart still held her chin up so that their eyes were meeting.

Jules squirmed a little and half whispered, "I didn't pack any of them."

LadyHeart let her chin go and put her hands on her shoulders. "I believe we discussed this before you left, didn't we?"

Jules shrugged, still feeling a little rebellious. LadyHeart turned her around and marched her right into the bedroom. She immediately walked across the room and pulled out the chair at the desk. Jules shrunk back slightly when she produced the bathbrush from the drawer on the desk.

"Okay, young lady. You were warned. You chose to dismiss my warning. Take everything off."

Jules looked up in surprise. "Everything?"

"Yes, everything. Then I want you kneeling on this chair."

When jules didn't move fast enough, she was helped along with several sharp smacks across the seat of her tight jeans. She quickly disrobed, slowing when she got to her bra and panties. A hard smack on her now bare thigh got her moving again. Soon she was kneeling on the chair seat, her arms dangling over the front.

LadyHeart came around the back of the chair, a good length of white rope in her hands. Jules saw this and started to stand up. Before she could, she found her arms being bound to the chair legs. Quick as a whip, LadyHeart had her legs bound to the other chair legs. This left jules legs spread open, her bottom exposed.

Jules whimpered softly, and began apologizing. That is when she felt something cold and wet dripping onto her backside. She didn't need to see it. She knew it was baby oil. LadyHeart had been true to her word. Jules didn't think she had been serious. As the cold oil covered her bottom, it started dripping down the spread cheeks of her bum and down her thighs. She blushed crimson, and tried to hide her face.

LadyHeart smiled to herself and walked into the kitchen, leaving jules to consider her fate. When she returned she looked at jules bottom and smiled again. She was quite enjoying herself.

"How convenient, jules."

She had little time to figure out what LadyHeart meant. She suddenly felt something cold and damp pressing against her bottom hole. The pressure increased until the item slipped deep inside her. Then she felt a tingling sensation that soon turned into a slow building burn.

"Ginger root. Since your bottom was so well lubed, I thought I should make use of the opportunity."

Jules blushed deeper and squirmed furiously. Then she felt the bathbrush against her bottom. It raised and landed, causing her to suck in a deep breathe and squeeze her bottom. This resulted in the burning in her bottom increasing. She forced herself to relax. The punishment continued to light up her cheeks, the red matching those on her cheeks. She squirmed and wiggled as much as the restraints allowed her. Soon the bathbrush moved to the paleness of her thighs. LadyHeart wasted no time in making them as red as her ass.

After jules had been very well spanked, her bottom sporting some angry red brush marks, LadyHeart put the brush aside and looked at her handiwork. She was fairly sure that jules would not be sitting very comfortably for a while.

"Have you learned your lesson yet, jules? I hope the next time you are told to pack your toys, you will do so, and without hesitation."

Jules sniffled and whispered in a quiet voice, "Yes, Ma'am."

LadyHeart, satisfied by such a repentant answer, began the task of releasing Jules.