A switching in the Woods

"Susie, we might make it to the mall by the time we're 80 at this rate," Melody complained from the back seat.

Susan rolled her eyes at her soon to be sister-in-law's whining. This was the first time she had done anything alone with Melody and Judy, her mother-in-law to be. The three of them hadn't really had a chance to get to know each other so David, her fiance had suggested a girl's day out. Movies, shopping, etc. Although she was nervous, Susan knew she had to spend time with them so they could at least be friends and hopefully a family eventually.

"C'mon, punch it Susie," Melody cajoled again.

"Sorry Mel, you know how your brother is about driving," Susan replied, with a slight blush.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, he'll never have to know. And besides, what's he going to do about it if he does find out?"

The blush on Susan's cheeks deepened as she thought of what her fiance would, indeed, do if he caught her speeding. The whipping he'd given her with his leather belt had kept her from sitting comfortably for about 3 days. But then...She was sure neither of the other women would rat her out. And, she did want to have a good time, and listening to Melody whine about her driving did not qualify as a good time in Susan's book. What the hell? she thought, and punched the accelerator.

"Yes! This is more like it!" Mel whooped as they sped down the highway. Susan laughed at her enthusiasm and gave the car a little more gas.

The three women enjoyed the rest of their day, shopping, crying together at a sappy "chick-flick" and Susan felt she did a rather good job of tolerating the other two women's playful teasing as she picked out lingerie for her upcoming honeymoon. When they returned home, David was pleased to see his wife-to-be getting along so well with his mother and sister.

"Hey there beautiful," he called, swinging her into his arms and waltzing her around the kitchen.

Susan grinned up at him adoringly. "Hey yourself, handsome!" she replied, giggling.

David stopped and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her hair. "Did you all enjoy your day? You have enough bags to clothe a third world country," he teased. Susan jabbed him lightly with her elbow but he just grinned at his mother and sister.

"We had a blast!" Melody replied happily. "And oh man, your woman can drive! I mean, at first I didn't think we were ever going to get there, but when she finally put her mind to it, we practically flew there!"

Susan's breath caught in her throat and she felt David's arms tighten around her waist. As Melody jabbered on, she wished desperately that the woman would shut up. But the damage had already been done. Susan knew she was in serious trouble.

"Mom, Mel, if you'll excuse us, Susan and I are going to take a walk. We'll back in a while." David began walking away and gave Susan's arm a tug to indicate that she should follow him. But Susan stayed where she was.

"You know baby, I'm kinda tired...I'm not really in the mood for a walk," she boldly informed him.

David narrowed his eyes at her. He knew that she was thinking there wasn't any way for him to force her to come with him, at least not without alerting his family and giving away their lifestyle.

"Susan Marie." Susan winced at the use of her middle name, that meant he was seriously displeased with her behavior and her bottom would pay the price later. "Would you like to explain what happens when you disobey the rules of our house?" David watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened in surprise. After a few moments, she shook her head slowly in response. "Then I suggest you follow me. Now." With that, David turned and walked out the door.

"Susan, what on earth is he talking about?" Judy asked, bewildered.

Afraid that if she spoke, she'd reveal more than she wanted to, Susan simply shook her head and followed her fiance out the door.

David had stopped just outside the door to wait for her. "Good choice," he said curtly as she fell into step beside him. They walked in silence for awhile as David led the way into the woods that surrounded his parent's property. After a few minutes he stopped and led Susan to a large oak tree in the middle of a clearing.

"Nose to the bark, hands behind your back. Don't move young lady, you're in enough trouble as it is," he ordered. Susan obeyed quickly, pressing her nose to the rough tree bark. Ten minutest later, David appeared beside her again.

"Drop your pants and your panties," he commanded. Susan stood up straight and slowly pushed her pants and underwear to the ground. When she stood again, she looked at David and noticed for the first time that he was holding several switches in his hand. Her stomach dropped. He'd never switched her before and the mere threat of a switch was enough to make her behave for weeks at a time. She lifted tearful eyes to his face, but made no attempt to talk him out of using them on her.

David could see the slight fear in her eyes. She knew that this was serious and he hoped this was something he'd never have to repeat. "Lean forward and place your palms flat against the tree." Trembling slightly, Susan positioned herself as he instructed. David braced himself next to her and lay the first switch gently on her bottom. Susan closed her eyes and waited for the first stripe. When it fell, Susan was unprepared for the intense stinging in her backside. She gasped as the switch burned a line of fire into her skin. From that first stripe, David was relentlessly methodical, lay stripe after stripe against her bottom. By the time her bottom was covered with angry red welts, Susan was sobbing, her forehead resting against the tree.

"Susan." David said firmly, but gently. "Susan, look at me baby." After a moment, Susan turned her head to look at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "If you had come with me without backtalking me, this would be over." Susan's eyes widened and she started to cry harder. "But instead, you chose to make a scene in front of my family which was incredibly disrespectful to me not to mention bratty and insolent on your part. Do you understand why I'm going to punish you again?" he asked. Susan nodded and turned back to the tree.

David sighed. His heart broke a little as he examined her bottom and listened to her soft sobs. But he couldn't tolerate such blatant disregard for his authority, especially publicly. "Susan, step forward with your right leg," he instructed. Confused, Susan looked back at him but obeyed, lunging forward slightly on her right leg. David picked up a new switch and brought it down across the back of her left thigh. Susan let out a short scream at the new assault on fresh skin. She hated having her thighs spanked, worse than anything else. Knowing that this lesson wouldn't soon leave her, David switched his way down her thigh and then back up, a total of about tweny times. He noticed that some of the stripes had caught the inside of her thighs a bit and that walking would be just as uncomfotable as sitting for awhile.

"Switch legs," he ordered sharply, before he could change his mind about finishing her punishment. Weeping now, Susie moved her right leg back to its original position and lunged forward slighlty on her left leg. Moving in a bit closer, David repeated the punishment on her right thigh. When he was finished, he tossed the switches to the side and gathered the sobbing woman into his arms.

"Shh, it's ok baby, it's all over now," he whispered soothingly, stroking her hair and rocking her gently back and forth.

"I-I-I'm s-s-so sor-r-y," Susan sobbed into his chest. All she could think about was the fire in her bottom and thighs and the heaviness in her heart. This man loved her more than anyone else ever had and he had rules to keep her safe. In a vain effort to win the affections of his family, she had blatantly disregarded those rules and her safety. But what she felt the guiltiest about was the fact that she had acted so defiantly when she realized she was about to be punished. Although she didn't enjoy punishment and was often reluctant about preparing for one, she had never been so outright defiant with him.

But as he held her and comforted her, the weight began to lift and her sobs began to quiet. Here was love, in his arms, with her bottom burning and his lips pressed to her hair. With a sigh, she melted into him and let their love envelop her.

Yay!

I met someone! *laughs* Ok, the last time I said that, it lasted for about another 30 seconds after that. But I think this time is going to be different. At least I hope so. The only bad thing is that he lives about 15 hours away! noooo! So that means no spankings for me, at least for awhile. But the man knows how to discipline, spankings or not. He's already been such an incredible influence in my life! And he's sweet and funny and absolutely adores me (which is the best part of course hehe, j/k!). Anyways, I can't wait to see where things go with him, I love this stage of a relationship, getting to know each other, past, present and dreaming of the future. *happy sigh* TTFN!

Coming Home for Lunch

He walked in to find her on her knees, scrubbing the bathtub. It was times like these, with her long dark hair pulled back messily, in his old college t-shirt and ratty blue jeans, that he was blind-sided by his love for her. As he paused in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her, his gaze lingered on her backside, the denim pulled taut over the generous roundness and his lips slowly lifted in a grin. His gaze moved up, to the wooden bathbrush hanging in the shower. They kept it there, simply because that was the only place it wouldn't draw attention. In reality, it was never used for anything other than paddling her bottom.

As he stepped into the bathroom, her head lifted and turned to meet his stare. She started to smile in welcome, but when she recognized the glint in his eyes, it faded to an expression of pure lust. When she saw him reaching for the bathbrush, her lips moved to a pout. The bathbrush certainly wasn't her first choice, but the effects of it's use lasted much longer than other implements. As he shifted the weight of the brush in his hand, he touched her shoulder to indicate that she should lean further over the side of the tub. This way, her bottom lifted more and she was slightly off balance, making it less likely that she would attempt to shield herself from the brush.

As she waited for the first blow to land, she could feel the lust building alongside the anticipation of the spanking she was about to receive. He tapped the brush gently against her backside, and her breathing quickened. When the brush left her bottom, she inhaled sharply and let the breath out on a squeal as the brush connected sharply with her backside. He let the brush rest there for a few seconds before striking the other cheek. He continued, from one cheek to the next, rhythmically, grinning as she squirmed over the side of the bathtub. He paused when her breathing became labored, and rubbed her bottom.

"Sit up," he ordered and she leaned back up onto her knees. "Take off your clothes." This came in the form of a raspy growl, sending flashes of heat through her veins. She complied, slipping the shirt over her head, and wiggling out of the jeans, both of which we quickly tossed aside as he bent her back over the tub. Abandoning the bathbrush, he resumed spanking her with his hand, rapidly covering her already pink bottom with sharp spanks. She cried out and began to wriggle in earnest as the fire in her bottom built. Suddenly the spanking stopped but before she could ask why, she felt him enter her. In her position, she was stretched and filled completely by him. She moaned as he gripped her hips and began to ride her, driving them both to the edge and then drawing back just enough to keep them from falling. Finally, he rode them to the edge and over and she screamed as they shattered together, falling from reality.

After they both caught their breath, he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. "I love coming home for lunch," he whispered against her ear and she couldn't help but grin in response.

Knowing What She Needs (Fiction)

He glanced up from the computer as she drifted through the door, her eyes tired and more than a little haunted. Worriedly, he crossed to her and wrapped her in his arms. He felt her shudder as he rocked her gently, but she wouldn't, or couldn't, let herself relax into his comfort. Sighing, he pressed a kiss to her hair and suggested softly "Why don't you go take a long, hot shower and we can talk about it later?" She nodded absently and made her way upstairs, treading so softly he would swear she floated.

The water was steaming hot, almost brutal, although she couldn't have said was she was punishing herself for. After a half hour, when her skin was screaming at her to stop, she turned off the water. Toweling off, she wondered how she would explain the day to her husband. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before, that they hadn't dealt with before, but every time it happened, she walked away feeling as fragile as glass. When she was dry, she slipped into the robe hanging on the door and padded barefoot into the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat as she glance over and saw him sitting on the bed, the light ping pong paddle in his hand. Even as her heart began to race, something inside her loosened, and shifted back into place. She crossed the room to him and let the robe fall from her shoulders, blushing slightly at his open perusal of her body. Even after 5 years of marriage, they never seemed to be tired of each other.

He smiled at her blush, and shy smile and tugged on her hand so that she would lean down to kiss him, briefly, before he guided her gently over his lap. He had learned a long time ago, when they first started dating, that when she was upset about something, the best way to help her work it out was with a long spanking. He'd stopped trying to define them. They weren't erotic, because they served a deeper need than that, but they weren't by any means disciplinary either. Shaking himself out of his trip to the past, he focused on the present. Lovingly, he rubbed his hand in circles over her bottom cheeks, calming her nerves and soothing her. When he felt her relax, he picked up the light paddle.

The first swat always made her jump, no matter than she was expecting it. Before the sting could fade, he landed a second swat to her other cheek. He kept up a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks and working his way down her bottom and after about 20 swats, she began to kick her legs a little. He paused, and rubbed her bottom for a bit, gauging whether or not she was ready to talk. He could feel the tension in her back, so he resumed the paddling. Never too hard, just enough to build a steady burn.

She could feel the burn building and could feel the stress, and the sadness welling up inside of her in proportion to the burning in her bottom. As the burn intensified, she fought back the tears that threatened to spill over.

He could feel her trembling with the effort to keep her tears at bay. "Let go, baby, just let go," he urged gently. His words, and the love behind them ripped the tears from her throat on a sob. He stopped spanking as the tears came, but she barely noticed through the pain in her heart. Carefully, he gathered her into his arms as she sobbed and brokenly told him what had happened. Her father had contacted her again that day, and as usual had demanded to know why she wasn't...more. More successful, richer, etc. As hard as she tried to please him, it was never enough. His heart broke as she cried herself to sleep in his arms, crying over a man she had loved her whole life who never seemed to love her enough in return.

When she finally fell into a deep sleep, he slipped her under the covers and slid in beside her, in case she woke again before morning. As he watched her sleep, he was humbled, as always, by her absolute faith and trust in him. He eventually drifted off to sleep, holding her close, protecting her in slumber as he did when he woke.

Update

Wow, been awhile since I posted here :-) Sorry to anyone who actually happens to read my blog, lol. Well, the "awesome man" ditched me, awhile ago actually *grins* So now I'm searching again. I am corresponding with a man from Florida (I'm in MD) but he's a bit older (24 years) than me and I haven't heard from him in a couple of days. *sigh* are all men complete jerks, or just 99% of them? Sorry, I didn't mean that, just not having a good time lately.


Moving on... Work is awful, as usual. I gave everyone a heart attack today by accidentally setting off an alarm, lmao. Poor old ladies I work with...they all about died! *giggles* I thought it was pretty funny, though.

So...that's my life in a nutshell at the moment. Be sure to post more later!