I DID get spanked!

FINALLY! Hehe!

I met a guy on a DD group I belong to and we've been talking on the phone for a little over a week. We've sort of "known" each other for about 3 years before this, so it's not completely out of the blue, lol. Anyway, we met yesterday and had a beautiful day together. Walking, shopping, candelight dinner...the whole bit. He decided to stay in town (he drove about 4 hours to get there) so we went back to his hotel room and...he spanked me!

He has this theory that bday spankings "expire" after 7 years and I have a bday coming up in less than a month so we "caught up". So I got 16-22 yesterday. Those were nice and slow, kind of warm and stingy, and each one ended with two REALLY hard swats. One for luck and one to grow on. He didn't seem to get that I'm 5'8"....I don't NEED to grow, lol! Aside from the fun bday spankings, I did get an actual discipline spanking. I locked myself out of my car last Friday and since I've never had a spare key made, he gave me until yesterday to get one made. OF COURSE I didn't...I had to see if he'd really spank me for it!

*GRINS* Yup, he spanked me! Rapid fire swats until I was squealing and wriggling away. He said since it was my first discipline spanking he'd let me off kind of light. But man that HURT! Plus, he gave me 3 with his leather belt just for "a taste" of what I could expect if he decided to use his belt for discipline. We just kinda lounged on the bed for awhile and he spanked me again later, this time with a plastic hanger. OK, that was just WICKED! And it was a discipline spanking that he had forgotten about earlier, for not looking up something online like I was told. Man, if he NEVER spanks me with that thing again I will NOT complain!

Needless to say, today I'm sitting on a somewhat sore bottom. And loving EVERY single minute of it!!!!!

I didn't get spanked...

Actually, this weekend was the first time D and I were supposed to meet. And, as I mentioned earlier, I had like 5 punishments coming, lol. I was *hoping* to be sitting on a *very* sore bottom right now.

Guess who never showed up to pick me up from the airport? You get 3 guesses and the first 2 don't count.

Whatever.

Word Power

This is something I just sort of randomly thought of as I was reading some blogs and going back over my own stories. Does anyone else realize the awesome power of words? And the thing is, the same words don't have the same power for everyone.

For instance, phrases such as "Sweetheart, baby, honey" are "normal" terms of endearment. And while I don't *mind* these phrases, I find so much more intimacy in the phrases "little girl" and "young lady". I absolutely meeeeeeeeeeelt at those words. Am I a total nutcase? Probably, but it's ok *grins*

So, for anyone who feels like answering, what names/words give you the warm fuzzies?

My Paddle's Here!

I ordered a paddle from the wonderful Spankinc (whose link is included in my links section). The hairbrush sized wooden one and I must say it's beaaaautiful...if I can find my digital camera, I'll post a pic, lol. Of course, being the insatiable spanko that I am, I just had to give myself a couple of light whacks with it when it came.

MAN does that thing STING! I was barely trying and I felt the burn for a few good minutes afterwards, after just 2 or 3 swats with it. D had some initial concerns that I wouldn't really "feel" this spanking since he's never disciplined anyone before. Let me tell you, I'm thankful that we've agreed to take it slowly! I've got about 195 swats coming for various offenses, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna FEEL it!!

But I love my new paddle and I can't wait for my spanking!

DAMMIT!

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

Today is just a crappy day! The equipment at my job is from like, the 1970's or something. It took me an hour and a half to do 20 minutes worth of work today! What the HECK!? The tech support people say it's our modem, my computer lady says it's their software. I don't care what the freaking problem is, JUST FIX IT!!!

And now one of my friends is pissed off at me cuz I yelled at him about fighting with another friend. Friend B has been really depressed lately and I thought Friend A was just making it worse, so I told him to back off. But now I feel all guilty because he's like "You didn't even ask for my side, I'm trying to help her too". *screaaaaaams*

I need a freaking spanking. Labor Day Weekend cannot get here soon enough. UGH.

Short Break

Hey guys...

I know I haven't posted in a bit and I'm really sorry about that. I have like 5 different stories I wanna finish but I've got a lot of personal stuff going on at the moment and I just can't concentrate on my writing. So, sorry to anyone who reads this on a fairly regular basis :-)

In the meantime, why don't you hop over and see what Tim is up to. He's absolutely hysterical! Just the kind of sense of humor every spanko guy should have. And just for kicks, Dave has some pretty cool stuff as well. Hope that keeps you occupied for awhile!

~*sarah*~

Naughty Girl Syndrome

Naughty Girl Syndrome (NGS) is a term coined by someone in a forum I belong to on Yahoo! My friend Dimmer gives this wonderful explanation of the term:

NGS = "Naughty Girl Syndrome", a condition defined as "a series ofbehaviors indicative of the fact that a certain grown woman hasn'tcompletely lost touch with that 'naughty schoolgirl' that still liveswithin, but obviously HAS 'forgotten' about the very fine line between'Miss Smarty Pants' and 'Miss Panties Smart' "

Hehe...I love his definition! And I definitely qualify for "NGS"

A Lazy Sunday

Susan glanced out the kitchen window and sighed heavily. The garden desperately needed to be tended and she had promised her husband that it would be done by today. How had the entire week gotten away from her, she wondered.

Just as she grabbed her gardening gloves, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Suze? It's Janet! Hey listen, it's bitchin' hot outside, I think we should go for a swim." Susan grinned at the enthusiasm in her best friend's voice. Janet was impulsive and constantly full of energy. A combination that often earned Susan a trip over her husband's lap. So while the thought of a swim pulled at her, Susan replied, "I can't Janet, I promised David that I would get the yardwork done and I haven't done anything all week."

"He won't be home til late tonight, right? We'll swim for a couple of hours and you'll still have more than enough time to get the yard done. Besides, it's too hot out now to work in the yard and you don't even have to leave your house." Susan nibbled her bottom lip as she contemplated the cool and inviting water just sitting in her backyard. Finally, she relented. "Allright. Two hours, no more, then I have to do the yard stuff."

David closed his eyes and settled back in the seat of the cab. He couldn't believe he'd been lucky enough to cop an early flight back home. He couldn't wait to see Susan; it had been almost a week since he'd seen her and touched her and made love to her. The grin spread slowly over his face as he thought of surprising her.

When the cab pulled up in front of their house he climbed out and paid the driver. The grin on his face transformed slowly into a scowl as he noted that the front yard hadn't been touched all week. He had only agreed to plant the huge flowerbeds on the condition that Susan keep them tidy. She had promised and begged and pleaded until he had finally relented. Now their front lawn looked like a small jungle.

A shriek of feminine laughter and a splash caught his attention and he changed his course for the backyard. He came around the side just in time to watch his wife dive into the pool. He simply stood and waited for her to surface. When she did he watched the laughter in her eyes slowly disappear when she saw him and his expression.

"David! I...um, welcome home," she tried for a welcoming smile but it was forced. Janet, noting the tension in the air, hefted herself out of the pool and quickly dried off and dressed.

"I'll see you later, Suze. Welcome home David," when she rushed by, she turned and gestured to Susan "Call me".

Susan began to climb out of the pool but David stopped her. "No, stay there. I'll be back in a minute." Worriedly, Susan watched him disappear into the house but knew better than to disobey. A minute later, David returned, carrying a small ping pong paddle.

"David, no, please don't spank me!" Panicked, Susan swam to the middle of the pool where he wouldn't be able to reach her.

"Susan, you had an entire week to do a few hours worth of work. You completely ignored our agreement and disobeyed my instructions. Since you blew off the work to swim, I think it's only fair that you be paddled with a wet bottom. Now, I am going to count to five and if you aren't out of the pool by then I'll go back inside and get the leather strap as well. One."

Susan scrambled frantically to the edge of the pool and climbed hurriedly out. Before three she was standing in front of him, dripping wet. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees," he instructed sharply. Once she was in position, David tugged the bathing suit bottoms down to her knees.

David braced a hand on the small of her back and tapped the paddle against her bare bottom. When the wood left her skin, Susan braced herself for the smack. David brought the paddle down against her bottom with a loud *CRACK*. Susan squealed and danced in place. She couldn't believe how much more this hurt on wet skin. Relentlessly, David paddled her and she fought to stay in place during the paddling. She knew from painful experience that moving out of position was not worth the temporary relief of escaping the paddle. Susan lost count of how many times the paddle struck her skin before she called out, "I'm sorry David!! I'll do it all today, I'm so so sorry," and began sobbing.

David continued to paddle after the sobbing began and by the time he stopped, her bottom was a bright, angry red. Ignoring his suit, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her as she cried. "It's ok baby. You're forgiven. I love you." David pressed a kiss to her forehead and rocked her gently until her sobs quieted to whimpers. "All done?" he asked gently.

Susan nodded and lifter her head to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry David. I..." she sighed, realizing there was no excuse for her behavior and let her head rest on his chest again.

David smiled. "I know baby. Now, go in the house, get dried off and change into your gardening clothes." Susan tensed, ready to argue, but then relaxed again and simply replied "Yes, Sir" before turning to do as he asked.

David spent the rest of the afternoon watching his lovely wife as she knelt in the garden, fighting with the weeds. And when she stopped to rest, she always looked his way and smiled, love lighting her eyes.

(Just a side note: This story was inspired when I told D that my girlfriend wanted me to come swimming but it meant blowing off my yardwork. Guess what his thoughts on the matter were? Exactly)

Roleplaying

Does anyone else just love to roleplay? I absolutely do. Schoolgirl/teacher, employee/boss, cheerleader/coach, whatever the game I just get so incredibly turned on by it. I wonder why that is?

Maybe I feel like during a roleplay session I can completely let go of anything that inhibits me from submitting completely. Because I'm not really me anymore, I'm someone else. And being someone else is infinitely more exciting than being myself, lol.

I'd be curious to hear any thoughts/opinions about this from my readers (both of you, lol).

Stupidity

Have you ever notice how stupidity can so easily disguise itself as something else? In my case this evening, it disguised itself as righteous anger.

First of all, let me explain that I'm insecure, suspicious, needy and slightly neurotic. Catch of the day, right? *sighs* Anyways, all of these things add up to me overreacting to certain things in a relationship. Like lack of communication. Communication is one of those necessities in any relationship but I firmly believe that a DD relationship will very quickly wither and die without it. And, I'm a girl, I like to talk. And in an LDR, conversations are often the only link a couple has for long periods of time. So if the person I'm involved with seems completely uninterested in talking to me, the aforementioned traits come screaming to the surface of my personality.

So all of this combines to make for a messy situation sometimes. Today being one of those "sometimes". D and I were hanging out online and towards the end of our conversation I began getting only one word answers or no answer at all. Now, a more reasonable and cool headed individual may simply have asked "Is this a bad time for you to talk?" or something along those lines. Well, I'm neither reasonable nor cool headed. As a matter of fact I have a notoriously hot temper attached to an amazingly short fuse. Add my general insecurities about relationships and you've just got a big old mess of anger and hurt feelings.

I promise that I've told you all of this with a point buried in there somewhere. So I leave the house to go to dinner with some friends and I've got this mess of feelings bouncing around inside of me. One of the main rules for me is "no speeding". Like, absolutely NO SPEEDING. Well, I just threw that out the window on my way down the road. At one point I was pushing 80mph in a 65 mph zone. Smart, right? So I get to the restaurant and realize I don't have my wallet. So not only did I break the no speeding rule, I did it without my license. Anyways, I have wonderful friends who covered my dinner, so at least that part of the evening wasn't a waste.

Now, at this point you would think "She knows she doesn't have her license, she'll be more careful driving home". I believe I mentioned that I am not a rational woman. I didn't slow down one bit driving home. By the time I got home, however, I was a nervous wreck because I realized that I was going to be in *BIG* trouble when I finally talked to D. Not only do we have the speeding deal but now we have what you would call "willful disobedience", all because I was hurt and angry over...well, nothing at all.

So after a few hours of agonizing and waiting for him to get home from work I was finally able to break down and confess everything to D. Which actually went much better than planned. He added to the spanking I have coming for Labor Day weekend, but he didn't lecture nearly as much as I had thought he might. So now I at least feel purged of most of my guilt but I know that I won't feel 100% better until the discipline is dealt with. So there you have it folks, stupidity in action.

Merry-Go-Round

My life, is a Merry-Go-Round lately. I'm here.....I'm there....I'm here again....I'm there again.

*smiles*

Well, I just broke up with the guy I've been seeing for the past 5 months. I've realized that I truly, truly desire a DD relationship and he just was not able to give me what I need. Which is not his fault, really, it just means we're not right for each other.

So, now I'm involved with Mr. Wonderful-who-happens-to-live-too-damn-far-away again. Minnesota, for heaven's sake! But he has a job, he's a natural dom, and I'm visiting him Labor Day weekend with the promise of a very, very thorough spanking. I've just racked 'em up. Oh, and, he's making *me* buy the hairbrush he plans on spanking me with. How cruel is that??

*grins* I'm loving every single minute of it.

Sisters-in-Law: Katie's Turn

Matt, having heard of the altercation between Katie and Megan, wandered the house in search of his girlfriend. He found her crouched outside one of the guest bedrooms, seemingly transfixed by what was occuring inside. Silently, he knelt beside her and whispered “What’s going on?”

Katie nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Matt’s voice. With a sly smile she responded “Watching Little Miss Perfect get her butt paddled.”

“What??” Mike whispered unbelievingly. “Your brother is spanking his wife?”

Kaite nodded, eyes glued to the scene unravelling before her. “And he’s doing a damn good job of it too. Here, look.”

When Katie moved to the side, Mike leaned over and realized she could see exactly what was happening in the mirror at the end of the room. He winced as the ruler cracked down against Megan’s reddened bottom and felt his heart constrict with pity as he listened to her sob’s. The spanking continued and after what seemed like an eternity of kneeling there and watching, James stopped.

When the couple stood, Matt and Katie both leaned forward to listen to the conversation. As Matt listened to Megan’s recounting of the scene in the kitchen, he began to feel angrier and angrier with the woman at his side. When Megan tearfully confessed that she didn’t understand Katie’s disdain for her, Matt came to a firm decision in his mind. After James tucked his wife into bed, Matt pulled Katie to her feet and pressed them to the wall behind the door. After James disappeared down the stairs, Katie pushed away from the wall to do a victory dance in the middle of the hall.

Hardly able to believe her behavior, Matt grabbed Katie by the arms and turned her to face him. “Is Megan telling the truth? Did things happen earlier like she said and it was all an accident?”

Oblivious to the tension in Matt’s voice, Katie nodded smugly. “And James automatically believed that she did it on purpose which just proves that she’s not nearly as perfect as she pretends to be.”

“I don’t believe you Katie Lynn,” Matt told her gravely.

Finally realizing that he wasn’t as delighted with this turn of events as she was, Katie frowned up at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, bewildered.

“What’s wrong? You’re what’s wrong. You let your sister-in-law endure a long and painful spanking over an accident. And you didn’t step in to stop it. You should have told James it was an accident and talked things over with him and Megan. Instead, she’s suffering physically and emotionally now, all because of you.”

Shocked and insulted, Katie tried to pull away but Matt kept a firm grip on her arms. Smiling humorlessly he said, “I think your brother had the right idea. A good old-fashioned spanking might do wonders for your attitude towards your sister-in-law.”

Katie narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t,” she hissed angrily.

“I would. And I will.” Matt turned and pulled Katie into the next bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them.

When Matt let go of her, Katie crossed her arms and stamped a foot petulantly. “Matthew, you can not spank me, I won’t allow it.”

“Guess what honey? You don’t have a choice. I’m going to blister your butt good and proper, then we can talk about your attitude towards Megan.” While he had been talking, Matt had pulled out the straight-backed chair from the desk and now he pulled Katie towards him.
A tremor of panic ran through Katie’s body and she tried to release herself from Matt’s grasp. Seemingly without effort, Matt sat in the chair and pulled her across his knees. With some difficulty, he finally managed to pin her between his knees and he brought his hand down against her denim-clad backside.

The loud *CRACK* and sharp pain caught Katie by surprise. “OUCH! Damn you Matthew, that hurts!” she yelled.

“It’s supposed to hurt and you know you deserve this, so stop screaming and take your spanking like a good girl.” Again Matt’s palm cracked against her bottom and Katie yelped and continued to squirm.

As she lay pinned across his knees, Matt’s comment about knowing she deserved this spanking wriggled itself into her heart and she began to think he had a point. Again and again his hand battered itself against her bottom and Katie realized that she had put Megan through a much worse punishment, for absolutely no reason.

Just as she came to this conclusion, Matt stopped spanking.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Well, since you stopped fighting, I was wondering if you’re ready to accept your spanking now,” he replied calmly.

“But…but…you just spanked me!”

Above her head, Katie heard him chuckle. “That? That was just the start babygirl. Now, I’m going to let you stand up long enough to get rid of these jeans. You’ll never get the spanking you deserve with this much protection. Do you promise to be a good girl and not try to get away if I let you up?”

After a long hesitation, Katie nodded slowly and Matt released her from his grasp and helped her stand. With trembling hands, Katie unsnapped the button to her jeans and unzipped them. She paused and gave Matt a pleading look. When he shook his head, she pouted a bit then hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly lowered them to the floor.

“Step out,” Matt instructed and she stepped to the side and kicked the jeans behind her. Now, clad in only a t-shirt and panties, she stood before her judge, jury and executioner, awaiting instruction.

Matt noticed the slight tremors running through her and pulled her to sit on his lap. Gently, he rocked her and held her, waiting for her to calm.

Surprised that she was sitting on his lap and not laying over it, Katie peered up at Matt from under her lashes. “A–aren’t you going to…” she couldn’t bring herself to say “spank me” but Matt seemed to know what she meant.

“Yea, I’m still going to spank you. I just wanted you to realize that I do care about you and I’m not going to hurt you. You know that right?”

Katie replied sulkily, “But spankings hurt…”

Matt chuckled. “Yes, spankings hurt. But they also help, so they don’t count.”

Katie sighed and relaxed in his embrace. After a few moments, she whispered, “I’m, ah…ready for my spanking now.”

Matt gave her a quick squeeze before letting her stand. Katie took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself over Matt’s lap. After a bit of situating to get them both comfortable, Matt tugged Katie’s panties down to her thighs, exposing her pinkened bottom.

Katie’s breathing was quick and shallow as she waited for the first blow to land on her now bare bottom. *SMACK* Katie yelped at the sting of Mike’s hand connecting with her skin. He continued to spank hard and fast, covering her bottom until she felt that her skin must be on fire. She began to wriggle in earnest as the pain built, spank after spank. No matter how much she told herself she deserved this, she wanted it to end soon.

Mike continued to spank as Katie’s pink bottom changed to a bright red all over. When he stopped, her bottom looked as though it was on fire and was warm to the touch. Still, Matt felt that he wasn’t finished.

Katie was sniffling a bit, but nowhere near the sobbing mess that her sister-in-law had been by the end of her spanking. She was almost surprised that Matt had finished spanking her, but she wasn’t going to urge him to continue! At Matt’s instruction, she stood but when she reached for her panties, he stopped her.

“We’re not done, baby,” he told her gently.

Katie’s eyes welled with tears. “But Matt…what are you going to do?”

Matt walked over to the bed and piled the two pillows in the middle. “I want you to lay over these pillows, so that that support your hips.”

Katie bit her lower lip as she eyed the bed. After a brief hesitation, she positioned herself as Matt instructed. When she saw him reach for his belt buckle, Katie’s eyes widened with fear.

“Matt, please don’t whip me!” she pleaded tearfully. “I promise I’ll be good, I’ll apologize to Megan and James just…please don’t!”

Matt spoke firmly. “Katie Lynn, I’m going to strap you good and proper. Then you can make the apologies you seem so keen on making. But right now, you have a lesson to learn.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom burst open and Megan ran in, with James close behind.

“Matt, no!” Megan cried.

“Megan, come on baby, this is between Matt and Katie,” James spoke softly and gathered his wife in his arms.

Matt looked at Katie who was staring at Megan and James in shock, then back at the intruding couple. “Megan…James is right. This is between Katie and I. Just as your discipline should have been between you and James.”

“But…wait, should have been?” Megan asked in confusion.

“Yes, should have been. Care to explain, Katie?”Katie couldn’t believe how embarassed she was. Not only was she half naked, about to get a whipping from her boyfriend, he was making her explain to her brother and sister-in-law why she was being punished.

“I…ah…I mean…OUCH!!” Katie called out as Matt snapped the belt against her skin. “I watched you spank Megan!”

James and Megan stared at her, shocked. “What else?” Matt demanded, with another snap of the belt.

“Owwww…I knew it was an accident. I’m so sorry Megan. I should have said something and you wouldn’t have been punished. That’s why Matt’s spanking me.”

Megan and James looked at each other then back at Katie.

“Why?” Megan whispered tearfully. “Why do you hate me so much? I just wanted–” she ended on a choked sob and James pulled her closer.

“Matt, we’re going to leave you to your business here. Afterwards, I’d like for the four of us to sit down and have a discussion about this.” James turned and ushered his wife out of the room.

Sisters-in-Law

Megan bit her lower lip as her husband pulled up in front of his parents’ house. She’d only met James’ family a few times before this and this was the first time the whole family would be together at one time.

James’ voice cut through her worrying. “Please try not to start anything with Katie today.”

Megan whipped her head around and stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean? I have tried so hard to be friends with her. She has just been awful to me!”

James sighed. “She’s just having a hard time adjusting to me being married. Promise me you’ll be nice and if you can’t, just stay out of her way.”

Megan huffed and stared out the window.

“Megan, look at me.”

The warning tone in James’ voice had her turning her head to face him. James leaned over and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

“I love you Meg, you know that. And I know that Katie can be difficult. But I love her too and I won’t be caught in the middle of you two. So try for me, ok?”

A reluctant smile tugged on Megan’s lips and she nodded in agreement.
* * * * * * * * * *
Katie glared out the window as her brother jogged around the side of the car to open the door for his wife. How her brother had ended up with someone so superficial and shallow, Katie couldn’t figure out. When Megan stepped out of the car, Katie shook her head.

“What are you staring at?” a deep voice asked from behind her.

Katie spun around and grinned when she spotted Matthew, her boyfriend of almost a year. “I was just checking out the new addition to the family. Can you believe she wore a dress to a picnic? I swear if she ever got dirty she’d have a heart attack or something,” Katie chuckled.

Matt frowned. “I don’t think you’ve given her a fair chance, Katie. What did she do to make you dislike her so much?”

Katie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t do anything. She’s just so prim and proper. She doesn’t fit in with the rest of us.”

Matt sighed at the petulant tone in her voice. “Try to be nicer to her, ok? I’m sure she’s nervous enough about meeting being around so many new people all at once as it is, she doesn’t need you pecking at her.”

Eyes wide with playful shock, Katie replied “I’m always nice, Matthew. I have no idea what you mean.”

Matt laughed and pulled her in for a hug and lengthy kiss. “I love your sense of humor Kat…but please be nice.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Megan began to relax as the day played out. James’ family was so warm and accepting, she couldn’t remember what she’d been nervous about in the first place. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the petite figure of Katie coming towards her and she tensed again. Right, she thought to herself, This is why I was so nervous this morning.

Katie sat on the bench next to her sister-in-law and stretched her legs out. “Enjoying the party Meggy?”

Megan relaxed a fraction. “Yes, thank you. Your family is absolutely wonderful… you’re very lucky to have them.”

For a second, Katie thought she caught a sense of wistfulness in Megan’s voice but shrugged it off. “We’re thinking of getting a volleyball game going later…but I bet you wouldn’t be interested. Might get your dress dirty,” she sneered.

Megan ground her teeth against a scathing reply as James’ warning to “be nice” played over and over again in her head. “Actually, James mentioned that you all often play a few games when you all get together. So I brought a change of clothes,” she replied sweetly.

Annoyed that her jibe seemed to have fallen short of the mark, Katie levered herself off the bench and stomped away.

Seeing his sister storming away, James broke away from the group of young cousins he was entertaining and made his way over to his wife. When he sat down and draped an arm around her shoulders, he was surprised by the tension he felt. Frowning, he asked, “What happened Megs? I saw Katie storm off…did you have an argument?”

To Megan, James’ words simply poured salt into her wounded emotions. “Somehow, I just knew you were going to jump all over me. I did not say a damn thing to her,” she hissed. “You want to know what happened? Ask your beloved sister.” Fighting back tears, Megan jumped up and walked stiffly towards the house.

James was still sitting there, baffled by the exchange when he heard the scream. Panicked, he raced to the back door and into the kitchen.

The scene that met his eyes might have been comical, if tensions weren’t already so high in the house. His sister was standing in the middle of the floor, her shirt and jeans covered in what appeared to be coleslaw. His wife was standing off to the side, eyes widened in horrified shock, both hands clamped over her mouth.

“Katie….what happened?”

It was a moment before Katie found the voice to answer. “Your…wife,” she snarled.

James turned to stare at Megan who seemed unable to speak. “Megan?” he asked, shocked. His wife was always very ladylike…until she was rattled, he remembered clearly. With no explanation forthcoming, James grabbed Megan’s hand and began leading her up the stairs.

Megan still couldn’t seem to speak. She was afraid if she did, the laughter she felt building in her chest would simply burst out and embarrass everyone. Personally, she felt that Katie had finally gotten what she deserved, even if it had been an accident. She’d had every intention of locking herself in the bathroom for a few minutes to calm down, but when she had flung the back door open, Katie had been on her way out with a rather large bowl of coleslaw. The scream that James had heard was Katie’s scream of alarm as the bowl had been knocked back, dumping the contents down her front.

James found his old bedroom, now a guestroom and pulled Megan inside. He pushed the door closed, but it didn’t quite shut in place and hung open a few inches. Angrily, he rounded on his wife.

“What the hell got into you Megan? I know Katie’s been difficult, but to dump food on someone….don’t you think that’s a bit childish young lady?”

The humor fled as James’ words struck home. For a minute all Megan could do was stare in disbelief before stammering, “You…you think I…did that on purpose?”

James shook his head furiously. “What am I supposed to believe? I see you and Katie talking, her stomping off, then when I try to talk to you about it you snap at me and storm off and the next thing I know, she’s covered in coleslaw. You tell me what I’m supposed to think.”

Fury lit Megan’s eyes. “You’re supposed to think that I wouldn’t do such a thing intentionally. Did it ever occur to you that it was an accident?”

“Was it?” James demanded.

Tearfully, Megan replied, “Believe whatever you want, I don’t care. I’m not telling you one way or the other.”

“Fine,” James replied. “If you won’t tell me it was an accident, I have to believe it wasn’t.” With that declaration, James pulled the straight backed chair out from his old desk and sat, pulling Megan over his lap. Foregoing any more lecturing, he flipped her sundress up and began spanking her panty clad bottom, fast and furious.

Megan squealed and began fighting her way off James’ lap. She couldn’t believe he was spanking her for something that was entirely not her fault! The hurt and indignation built as each spank fell, building the fire in her bottom. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and Megan started to push herself up, only to find that she was still pinned in place by his arm.

James reached over and opened the drawer in his desk. Rooting around a bit, he found an old wooden ruler and pulled it out. Locking his right leg over Megan’s legs, he tilted her forward over his left leg and pulled her panties down, baring her pinkened bottom.

“James! I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Megan pleaded.

“I wish I could believe you baby, but you had your chance to explain yourself before this spanking started.” James lifted his arm and brought the ruler down with a *SNAP* against her bare skin.

Megan cried out at the first bite of the ruler. James had never spanked her with anything other than his hand and she was unprepared for the sting and burn of the little wooden stick. Tipped forward as she was, she didn’t have any choice other than keep her hand on the floor to keep her balance and take the spanking. James continued to spank at a fast pace, the wooden ruler biting into her bare bottom again and again and again. When it seemed he would never stop and the pain seemed unbearable, Megan lay over James’ lap, limp and sobbing.

Feeling the tension leave his wife’s body, James stopped spanking and dropped the ruler on the floor. He kept her there until her sobs quieted, rubbing her now bright red bottom. When she seemed to have calmed, James helped her to her feet. Taking her chin, he lifted her tear filled gaze to his eyes. “Now. Are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked gently. Megan nodded weakly before taking a deep breath and shakily telling him what happened.

When she finished her tale, Megan looked up to see James frowning down at her. “Megs…why didn’t you just tell me it was an accident baby? I wouldn’t have spanked you at all if you had.”
Megan began sobbing again. Alarmed, James gathered her into his arms and rocked her gently, stroking her hair until she calmed once more.

“I didn’t tell you because…I just thought you’d already taken her side. I don’t understand why she hates me so much, James! I haven’t done anything to her! I’m doing my best to fit into your family…” Tears fell silently from Megan’s eyes as she clung to her husband.

“Oh baby…I’m so sorry. I know how badly you want to be a part of a family. I promise I’ll talk to Katie about this, maybe explain where you’re coming from and see if that helps at all. Right now…why don’t you take a nap sweetheart?”

Megan nodded sorrowfully and James led her to the bed and tucked her in. When he pressed a kiss to her forehead, she had already fallen deeply asleep.

As James left the room, he didn’t notice the two figures pressed against the wall, trying to stay out of sight.

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Nevermind! I moved back :-) Sorry for the confusion guys. I promise I'm going to be writing on a more regular basis now. As a matter of fact, here are parts 1 and 2 of a 3 part story. Enjoy!

Walking After Midnight

Michelle closed her eyes and breathed in the crisp autumn air as she rose from her stretches. Smiling to herself, she stepped onto the pavement and began jogging slowly. After five minutes, Michelle pushed her speed up to a run.

How had she gone so long without running at night? The thought flitted through her mind and the answer was quick to follow. Steve. Her detective boyfriend of the last six months had put his foot down when he found her sneaking into the park for her daily runs. So Michelle had (reluctantly, after much arguing on the point) agreed to only run during the day.

But this evening, Steve had been called to a rather vicious crime scene, leaving Michelle to worry at home. An hour after he had slipped from the bed, Michelle had decided that she'd simply go crazy waiting for him to come home and she knew she'd never be able to sleep with the thoughts racing through her head. After a short debate, she had decided to go for a late night run to clear her mind.

Michelle nearly laughed out loud as Patsy Cline began crooning "Walking After Midnight" through her earphones. She was certainly out "walking" after midnight but she definitely wasn't searching for her lover! Michelle could only imagine what Steve would have to say if he caught her running after dark again. She giggled to herself as she recalled that his exact words had been "I promise you the spanking of your life if you go out running in the dark again". Michelle didn't believe he'd actually spank her (who does that kind of thing to their girlfriend?) but the threat had finally convinced her that he truly worried about her getting into some kind of trouble.

Just then, a shadow stepped onto the pavement and before she could bring herself to a stop, Michelle crashed into the large figure. As she drew breath to scream, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was lifted off her feet. Michelle began to panic as the figure carried her to a bench. She fought viciously, but the figure's grip was unbreakable. Suddenly a familiar scent caught her attention and Michelle stopped fighting. Turning her head as much as she could, Michelle could make out Steve's features in the moonlight.

Steve glanced down when she stopped fighting. Standing by the bench, he set her on her feet and released her mouth. Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck and took a shaky breath.

"Thank God it's only you! I thought for sure...", Michelle trailed off and pulled away, frowning up at him. "What the hell was that all about? Were you trying to scare me to death?!"

Steve glared down at her. "Actually, yes, I was." At Michelle's shocked stare, Steve shook his head. "Obviously you didn't learn anything from my previous warnings, so I thought a more physical example would help you understand my point."

Michelle blushed and looked at the ground. Steve had certainly made his point clear and she told him so, softly. "I'm sorry...I never thought anything would happen to me in the park."

Steve closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "Michelle, do you realize that the crime scene I was in the middle of investigating is on the park grounds?"

Michelle looked up, startled. Steve was a homicide detective, but he couldn't mean...

Steve saw the question in her eyes. "Yes, here. A woman in her late twenties, raped and murdered on the other side of the park." A part of Steve shied away from being so blunt with her, and wanted to spare her the details of his work, but the rest of him realized she simply didn't understand the danger she had put herself in.

Michelle shivered and pressed herself to Steve. "I swear I'll never go running after dark again. I really didn't see the danger until now."

Steve sighed. "I wish it were that simply baby." Michelle lifted her head and looked up at him, confused. "I believe I made a promise the last time we discussed this, and I intend to keep that promise."

Michelle stared at him in disbelief. He couldn't possible mean...

Steve sat on the bench and tugged Michelle over his lap. Off balance, Michelle found herself tumbling to lay across his thighs, one arm wrapped around her waist. When she felt her shorts and panties being tugged down, she struggled against his hold.

"Steve, no! You can't spank me!" she cried.

"Oh, I beg to differ baby. I most certainly can." With that statement, his hand connected with her bare bottom with a loud SMACK! Michelle squealed at the sudden sting, and her struggles increased. Steve seemed undeterred by her squirming as his hand unerringly connected time after time with her bottom.

Michelle could hardly believe the burning in her bottom. Every smack added a new sting and deepened the painful burn. Time after time his hand connected with her backside; Michelle thought to herself she'd never sit again with such pain. She cried out with every spank and as the heat built, she began promising to never misbehave again. Suddenly, Steve stopped and she sighed with relief.

Steve pulled her shorts back into position and helped her to stand. "Go stand next to that lamp post, I'll be over in a minute".

Confused, Michelle walked towards the soft pool of light, rubbing her backside as she went. Once under the light, Michelle tugged her shorts down a bit and craned her neck around to check out the damage to her bottom. To her surprise, it didn't look nearly as badly as it felt. A few minutes later, she spotted Steve making his way toward her holding...sticks? Michelle was confused, campfires were illegal in public parks. She told Steve exactly that when he reached the circle of light.

"Campfires?" he asked in confusion.

"The sticks. What are you gathering kindling for?"

Steve couldn't help it; he let out a roar of laughter. Michelle frowned. "What is so funny?" she demanded angrily.

"Baby, the only fire these switches are going to light is the fire on your bottom," Steve informed her.

Michelle's mouth fell open. "What? You can't beat me with a stick!" Panicked tears welled up in her eyes at the thought.

Steve immediately sobered. "I'm not going to 'beat' you with anything. What I'm going to do, is give you a well deserved switching. Look, these are very thin and flexible. They won't do any real damage, but I can promise you they'll make quite an impression."

Michelle pouted and crossed her arms. "But you just spanked me!" she protested.

"That wasn't a spanking. That was a warm-up." Ignoring her stuttered protests, Steve turned her to face the lamp post. "Put your hands on the post," he instructed. When she hesitated, Steve landed two sharp swats to the bare backs of her thighs.

Michelle squealed at the sting. "Ok, ok!!" she gasped and immediately gripped the post.

"Put your feet shoulder width apart," Steve instructed, pleased when she complied with little hesitation. Once she was in the desired position, he once more pulled her shorts to her knees.

"Since this is your first switching, I'm only going to give you a dozen," Steve informed her. "But, if this ever happens again, this switching will seem like a walk in the park." Steve grinned at his own pun, but was sure Michelle didn't appreciate the humor at the moment. Sighing a little, Steve place a hand on the small of her back and swung the switch at her bottom. Michelle screamed and her hands flew back to her backside.

"Michelle. I need you to stay where I put you, OK? I know it's hard, but we need to finish this," Steve admonished gently.

Crying now, Michelle nodded weakly and returned to her position. With each stroke of the switch, she fought the urge to jump away and soothe her bottom. When the twelfth stroke fell, Michelle was sobbing into her arm, fingers clutching the post. Dropping the switch, Stever gathered into his arms, rocking her gently and rubbing her back soothingly.

As her sobs quieted, Michelle realized that she had never felt so...content and safe in her life. Puzzled, she tried to make sense of the thought then realized that none of her previous boyfriends had cared enough about what she did to make sure she was safe and cared for. The knowledge that someone finally did warmed her heart more thoroughly than Steve had just warmed her bottom. Smiling, Michelle tipped her face up and pressed a kissed lightly to his lips.

Surprised, Steve returned the kiss then whispered,"What was that for?"

"For caring," Michelle replied softly, kissing him again.