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?
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
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!
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!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, July 27, 2007
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*~
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*~
Monday, July 16, 2007
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"
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"
Sunday, July 08, 2007
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)
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).
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).
Friday, July 06, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
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.
*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.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I've moved!
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!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Welcome Home
David sighed in relief as he pulled up in front of his house. These were the days that he wished he could quit his job and hide away in his house with his wife. Or kidnap her and whisk away to a little tropical island in the middle of nowhere. Shaking off daydreams of sand, surf and sex, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the house.
He found her curled up on the couch, reading a book. The fact that she was there, waiting for him, at the end of the day, centered his world on a day to day basis. Seeing her tonight, after the day he had just had, brought his more primal side to the surface. The knowledge that she'd understand, and accept him without question, spurred him into action and he stalked over to the couch.
Susan glanced up, but the welcoming smile died on her lips as she recognized the gleam in her husband's eye. Lust twisted her stomach into knots as he tossed the book aside and fisted a hand in her hair and pressed his lips to hers impatiently. With his free hand, David yanked on her shirt, popping buttons as he fought to tear the garment from her skin. When she shrugged out of what was left of it, David pulled her to her feet and unsnapped her jeans, shoving them to the ground at her feet. Pausing to appreciate her, in matching red bra and panties, David changed tactics and led her around to the back of the couch.
Susan followed his unspoken instruction and bent over the back of the couch. Her eyes widened when he came around in front of her and reached down into the cushions. There, he pulled free the restraints they kept buried in the cushions, for just such an occassion. When she was secure, David walked around to the back of the couch again. Studying her for a moment, he almost abandoned the idea of spanking her but he knew part of him needed it, the same way she sometimes needed him to spank her. So he pulled her panties down to her knees, where they would help to keep her from kicking too much and pulled his belt from the loops.
Folding the leather in half, he laid it against her bottom for a moment before raising it up and snapping it against her backside. Susan squealed and leaned forward a bit at the force of the blow, but the restraints kept her from moving from her position. Pleased with the red welt forming on her pale skin, David cracked the leather against her skin again and again. Susan wiggled and stamped her feet, pulling on the restraints, as he whipped her. Just as the burning in her bottom became unbearable, he stopped and leaned over the couch to release her from the cuffs. Before she could blink, David had pulled her to the ground and was pushing himself into her. Susan arched her back and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. Wrapping her arms around him, she dragged her nails down his back and held on tightly as he drove them both over the edge. Soon, they both tumbled over the edge, each calling the other's name as they exploded together. Panting, David collapsed on top of her, nuzzling his face in the side of her neck.
When she finally got her breathing under control, Susan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered "Welcome Home".
He found her curled up on the couch, reading a book. The fact that she was there, waiting for him, at the end of the day, centered his world on a day to day basis. Seeing her tonight, after the day he had just had, brought his more primal side to the surface. The knowledge that she'd understand, and accept him without question, spurred him into action and he stalked over to the couch.
Susan glanced up, but the welcoming smile died on her lips as she recognized the gleam in her husband's eye. Lust twisted her stomach into knots as he tossed the book aside and fisted a hand in her hair and pressed his lips to hers impatiently. With his free hand, David yanked on her shirt, popping buttons as he fought to tear the garment from her skin. When she shrugged out of what was left of it, David pulled her to her feet and unsnapped her jeans, shoving them to the ground at her feet. Pausing to appreciate her, in matching red bra and panties, David changed tactics and led her around to the back of the couch.
Susan followed his unspoken instruction and bent over the back of the couch. Her eyes widened when he came around in front of her and reached down into the cushions. There, he pulled free the restraints they kept buried in the cushions, for just such an occassion. When she was secure, David walked around to the back of the couch again. Studying her for a moment, he almost abandoned the idea of spanking her but he knew part of him needed it, the same way she sometimes needed him to spank her. So he pulled her panties down to her knees, where they would help to keep her from kicking too much and pulled his belt from the loops.
Folding the leather in half, he laid it against her bottom for a moment before raising it up and snapping it against her backside. Susan squealed and leaned forward a bit at the force of the blow, but the restraints kept her from moving from her position. Pleased with the red welt forming on her pale skin, David cracked the leather against her skin again and again. Susan wiggled and stamped her feet, pulling on the restraints, as he whipped her. Just as the burning in her bottom became unbearable, he stopped and leaned over the couch to release her from the cuffs. Before she could blink, David had pulled her to the ground and was pushing himself into her. Susan arched her back and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. Wrapping her arms around him, she dragged her nails down his back and held on tightly as he drove them both over the edge. Soon, they both tumbled over the edge, each calling the other's name as they exploded together. Panting, David collapsed on top of her, nuzzling his face in the side of her neck.
When she finally got her breathing under control, Susan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered "Welcome Home".
Monday, August 07, 2006
Shower Fun
David opened the door to the hotel room and looked around for his wife. A moment later, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and a slow grin spread across his face. Quietly, he opened the door to the bathroom and began shedding his clothes. He slipped in silently behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.
Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.
David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.
David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.
Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.
"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.
Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.
Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.
Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.
Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.
David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.
David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.
Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.
"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.
Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.
Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Learning To Count
Susan wished she could shake the mood she was in. She was spending Christmas with her new husband, David, and his family. Everyone had readily accepted her as part of the family, and she knew how lucky she was to have a man like David for her husband. But for some reason, she just couldn't shrug off the cloud that seemed to be following her around that day. Luckily, everyone seemed occupied enough with Christmas Day to not notice her mood. Everyone, that was, except for David.
David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.
Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"
Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.
David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"
Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.
David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.
Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.
"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.
"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.
"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.
"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.
Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."
David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.
Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.
"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.
"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."
"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"
Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.
"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.
David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.
Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"
Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.
David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"
Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.
David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.
Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.
"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.
"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.
"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.
"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.
Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."
David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.
Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.
"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.
"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."
"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"
Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.
"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.
Monday, July 31, 2006
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.
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!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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.
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.
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