I'm just your average 20-something woman who gets spankings from her husband when she needs them...and loves every minute of it (usually!)

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

My Attempt at a Spanking Story

My parents own a cottage a few hours away from our home, and we spent the May 24 long weekend up there. It was a great trip, and despite some rain we still managed to have a good time. We fished, and lit fireworks, and went in the boat, and swam in the pool, and basically just kicked back and forgot about our responsibilities for a few days. However, there was one point when I thought Leo wouldn't be shirking his responsibilities; responsibilities of another sort. We were driving up a quiet side road when I got a little frustrated and told him to shut up. I was lucky, because all I got was a stern look and a mention of being bent over the hood on the side of the road next time! I'm glad that that didn't happen for a number of reasons. One is that being spanked on my bare bottom outdoors at the side of a road would make me very uncomfortable - what if someone were to come along? Even though it wasn't a busy road, and most likely no one would have driven by, I would have been very anxious the entire time. And it's also blackfly season, so being bare bottomed by the forest might have resulted in some bites!

However, Leo's threat was enough to get the wheels in my mind turning. I've been wanting to try writing a spanking story, but I couldn't come up with a scenario. This one seems perfect! Plus, with summer getting close, I thought an outdoors scene might be appropriate. So, here goes nothing!

Mandy sighed as she watched the green foliage whip by in a blur outside the car window. It was a beautiful summer day. The sky was blue, with only a faint wisp of cloud, and the air was hot and breezy. She had woken up with the intention of doing absolutely nothing; perhaps dipping her toes in the lake, or lounging on the wooden dock while trying to tan her legs. However, as she buttered her toast and contemplated which swimsuit to wear, her long-time boyfriend Pete came sauntering into the kitchen holding a fishing pole.

"What are you doing with that?" she inquired, turning to face him.

"What would one normally do with a fishing pole?" he responded, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "I thought we could go fishing! There's a lake about half an hour from here that supposedly has excellent fishing, and it would be a nice way to spend the afternoon."

"A nice way to spend the afternoon?!" she spat out. "Pete, I don't feel like it! I just want to relax here today. Lay in the sun, maybe, and go for a swim."

"Mandy, yesterday you decided that we would go to town, and we did. The day before that, you wanted to go on a boat ride, and we did that. I think it's fair for us to do something that I want to do today," Pete told her firmly. "Now, why don't you go start packing? We'll need some bug spray, sun screen, some snacks--"

"No," Mandy cut him off abruptly. "Fishing is the most boring thing in the world. I'm not going, Pete. And that's final!"

Pete's expression changed quickly. "Young lady," he warned. "You had better get rid of that attitude and quit talking back to me. We're going fishing today, that's what's final. And unless you want your bottom bared and spanked right now, then I suggest you start packing a backpack and behaving." He ignored the pouty part of her lips, and exited the room.

Mandy didn't want to go on a hike, but she didn't want a spanking either. Frustrated, she threw open the fridge door and yanked out a can of tuna fish, which she knew wasn't Pete's favourite. She made two sandwiches, and packed plastic containers of cherries and stalks of celery - two other snacks that she knew Pete wouldn't be thrilled with. She gathered a can of bug spray and a bottle of sun screen, as well as a water bottle and a pair of sunglasses. Pete returned to the cottage's kitchen half an hour later, and was pleased that she had chosen to listen to him.

"Good girl," he praised her, pecking her on the cheek. She didn't say anything. Instead, she laced up her running shoes and waited miserably as he circled the cottage whistling, collecting car keys and making sure they had everything they needed. As she walked out the door, she kissed the distant memories of her swimsuit and the sunny dock goodbye.

Now, here she was, in the passenger seat of the car, on the way to a lake in the middle of God-knows-where. She cringed at the thought of the mosquitoes that would be flitting around the shoreline, and the cold lake that was substituting for the hot sandy beach back at the cottage. She closed her eyes, trying to lull herself to sleep so that she could forget the impending fishing trip and the boring drive.

"Where are we?" Pete blurted out suddenly. "I thought we would have been there by now! We must have gone the wrong way. Mandy, get out the map." Grumbling, she rustled through the glove compartment and retrieved the map. "Now check and see where we are. We were supposed to turn back there, and I thought we were supposed to turn right...but now that I think of it, maybe it was left."

Mandy liked to consider herself directionally challenged, and the map looked like a series of jagged lines and meaningless squiggles. "I don't know," she told him, half-heartedly trying to comprehend what she was looking at. "But just a thought - it's always nice to know where you're going before you leave." Her sarcastic tone did not go unnoticed.

"Mandy. We're already lost, and I'm already frustrated. Get rid of the attitude." He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Take a look at the map and tell me where we went wrong!"

"We? I'm not the one driving here," she replied, clearly ignoring Pete's warning. "And I can't read this thing! I don't understand it!"

"It's not that difficult," he told her matter-of-factly. "Of all things, a lake would be the easiest to find."

"Well then, you read the damn thing!" she retorted, throwing the crinkled map in his direction. She immediately realized that it had been a bad move. Pete quickly swerved the car to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.

"Out of the car," he said icily. "Now."

A knot of fear entangled itself in the pit of Mandy's stomach. "Oh, please no, Pete! I didn't mean to...I really didn't..."

He disregarded her pleading. "You meant to, Mandy Lee," he said. "I know you did. Now get out of the car."

Reluctantly, she unclicked her seatbelt and climbed slowly out of the car. The road was deserted; a lonely side road that she was sure no one ever really used. She trembled a little as Pete's strong hand curled around her forearm, dragging her to the hood of the car.

"Unzip your shorts," he commanded. "I want your bare butt over the hood of this car."

"Pete!" she protested, frantically surveying the area. "What if someone comes? Please don't do this to me!"

"No one is going to come," he told her, "and even if they do, all they're going to see is a naughty girl getting what she deserves. If you don't have those shorts down in ten seconds, I'm doubling your spanking." The last comment prompted her to quickly remove the shorts, and she reluctantly bent over the hood of the car. The breeze tickled her bare cheeks, and she shivered in unwanted anticipation. "Arch that back," he said. "I want that butt up nice and high so I can spank it properly." She pushed her bottom up toward him so that her pale cheeks were at his disposal. As hard as she tried, she wasn't prepared for the first swat that came crashing down. SMACK!

"Ouch!" she cried, wildly trying to protect her bottom with her hand.

"Oh no you don't!" he said, grabbing her wrist and pinning her arm behind her back. "Try that again, young lady, and you'll be getting extras." His hand rained down in another flurry of hard spanks. "You will NOT..." SMACK! "Ever..." SMACK! "Throw something..." SMACK! "At me..." SMACK! "While I am driving..." SMACK! SMACK! "Or ever, for that matter..." SMACK! "Again!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You can also..." SMACK! "Lose the attitude..." SMACK! "Unless..." SMACK! "You want to find..." SMACK! "Yourself in this position..." SMACK! SMACK! "Again!" His hand continued to punish her creamy cheeks until they began to blush a rosy red. "Keep that back arched and that butt in the air, Mandy Lee!" he instructed. "And don't clench those cheeks!" Against the hot metal of the car, with her bottom on fire in the open air, Mandy felt embarrassed and uncomfortable beyond belief. A tear trickled down her cheek as she realized what a brat she had been in the car. A fresh wave of panic washed over her as she heard the leather of his belt slithering from his belt loops.

"No!" she shrieked, hopping from one foot to another desperately. "Don't belt me! Please, baby, don't belt me!"

"You should have thought about not wanting a belting before you acted so immaturely in the car," he said coolly, looping the leather in his hand. "Get back over that hood and into position." Knowing she had no other choice, she bent back over the hood and felt the first stingy swat of the leather. Her bottom screamed in protest as it made contact repeatedly. As hard as she tried, she kept trying to avoid the swats, which earned her five extras.  After about forty painful swats, he stopped. "I want you to count the last ten," he told her. "You will say, 'One, thank you sir. I will not be a brat'. And you will continue to count until ten. If you miss a number, or forget what number it is, we will begin again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir," she answered, tears sliding down her cheeks. She felt another blow from the belt. "One, thank you sir! I will not be a brat!" Another swat came all too quickly. "TWO! Thank you SIR! I will not be a braaaaat!" He continued whipping her with the belt, all the way until ten, when she was sobbing mercilessly. Her bare bottom was crimson and marked with the belt's kiss, and he gave her a moment to compose herself before kissing the top of her head and speaking again.

"Please give me your shorts and panties," he said. "I want you to sit on that bare bottom in the car and as you try to read the map again, think of this spanking."

"Yes sir," she said, handing him the shorts and striped panties. She quickly scampered back to the car and planted herself in her seat, wincing as her punished flesh made contact with the leather. Pete clambered back into the driver's seat, and she managed to find the route on the map. They continued onward to the lake in a very pleasant manner, and although her bottom ached from the spanking, she was glad that he had corrected her nasty attitude.

Upon arrival, Pete unstrapped the canoe from the top of the car and slid it into the water. He handed her back her shorts and panties, which she put on gratefully. She grabbed the fishing poles and tackle box, and they climbed in together. They both paddled to the middle of the lake, and she asked him to bait her hook for her. The wriggling worms from the white Styrofoam container repulsed her, and she wasn't eager to touch one. Pete happily obliged, and she smeared sunscreen onto her shoulders as he did it. He plopped the line into the water without casting it and handed the pole to her.

"Well, that wasn't a very good cast," she pointed out, peering into the murky lake.

"So reel it in and cast it yourself," he told her, a gleam glinting in his eye. She slowly reeled in the line, expecting to see the pink worm writhing on the end. Instead, she saw something entirely different - a gold band, with a princess cut diamond sparkling in the sun, tied with fishing line. Her jaw dropped.

"Pete!" she gasped, her amber eyes widening. She turned to face him, in absolute awe.

"Mandy, since the day that I've met you, you've changed my life," he began. "There's something about you that sets you apart from everyone else. You're kind, and loveable, and generous, and you've turned my world upside down. I don't know where I would be without you, and I hope I never have to find out. I love you with all of my heart, and I would be honoured if you would be my wife." His face lit up eagerly as he awaited her reply.

"Yes!" she cried out joyfully. "Oh, yes, of course I'll marry you!" She would have leapt at him had it not been for the unstable canoe, so instead she leaned toward him and gave him a tender kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and they stayed that way for a blissful moment.

"Now, you know there's one condition," he said finally. "I'm going to be the HOH in our relationship. You're going to have to accept spankings when you need to be punished, just like this afternoon." She blushed sheepishly, thinking of her childish protests against coming with him and her fit in the car. "And you know that I'm going to be the one to decide when you get spanked. Can you live with that?"

She took a deep breath, and tried to picture her life without DD - or Pete - in it. She couldn't. Her bottom was still hot and sore, but her love for this man burned much stronger. "Yes, I can," she answered him honestly. "I love you, Pete. And I will trust you to do what's best for me."

"I will, baby girl," he whispered, sliding the ring onto her finger. "That spanking was only one of many to come."

So, there was my first attempt at a spanking story! Feel free to let me know what you think. Any feedback would be appreciated! As for me, I messed up again...I didn't get to bed on time last night, and I got a bit mouthy today. Looks like Mandy isn't the only one getting a spanking! Leo has informed me that I'll be getting 200 spanks, perhaps with an implement (yikes!). I'll keep you posted!

1 comment:

  1. I like a real spanking like the kind that goes on until I am sobbing. I finally opened up to boyfriend of 8 month that I like spanking. So we tried a few times. He spanked me until he was comfortable a few time. Than he spanked me until I safe worded out a few times. He gave me a few timed 2 minutes hand spanking a few weeks later which was pretty good. But they were always over my cloths. Than I told what I really wanted to try. Told him I wanted a no-nonsense real discipline style spanking until I am crying beyond my ability to make words. I wanted to feel the trepidation of relinquish my safe word. To have no time limit, no swat limit, no protection. I wanted to feel the anticipation of slowly pushing my pants and panties down myself, not knowing when its going to stop or how many I was going to get. I want to try to experience the thrill and endorphins surge of making the choice, to feel adrenaline rush to will myself of staying in position and take it, no matter how bad it hurt until I was crying out of control and feel that cathartic emotional release. He was very reluctant at first and we talked about it for days. I wanted him to start off slower and build up to be more intese. At first he wasn’t wanting to because he was concerned welts and bruises, but he really like the idea of see my bare ass for the first time. After telling him that I expected that. Its still took him over week before he realized I was serious. He finally decided to give it a try. We had to wait for his roommate to leave for the weekend. We got to his place. I slowly pushed my jeans and panties all the down my knees. He put me over his lap started spanking me with his hand really hard for a really long time. I mean after a good solid minute or so, than started with rapid fire smacks for another 3 while I was fluttering my feet like all get out. He finally let me up and I did that post spanking hop. I stiffened up, flew my hands over my ass as I pushed my hips forward and began rubbing frantically, as I was hoping up and down. I was far from crying but I sure was fussing because that was the hardest and longest hand spanking I had ever got. After I calmed down enough stay in one place. He went to his room and came back a pillow. He pulled off his leather but fairly thin office belt doubled it half and asked me. “Ok, are you absolutely sure, no safe word, no time limit and no swat limit?” I respond with a yes. “Ok, that means I decide when this whippin stops, not you, you sure that’s what you want, I mean it this belt spanking will continue until you are crying so hard you can’t make out words?” There I was jeans and panties down to ankles now. As I was still rubbing I looked directly into his eyes, I shuffled over and gently put my arms around him and hugged him. I gave him a long passainate kissed ever so gently and I and said, “Yes, please, I really do want to try this. So please don’t hold back but just start of slowly ok?” “You'll get quit a few before I finish you off. Remember, your safe word is nullified the moment you laid over couch. I laid over the arm of the couch after he gave me his bed pillow to hang on too. He started in hard and continuous about one whack per second and it just seem to go on and on. I was fussing and yelling quite a bit every time the belt came down. Than right no where he startes beating my ass really and really fast. It took my breath away. I shoved my face I to my pillow and started biting it trying to muffle my screaming. He wasn't stopping, instinctively I tried shouting my safe word but he ignored it and he kept whacking away. I was kicking and screaming and it seemed like it would never end. I don’t know how long it lasted but I finally broke into sobbing but he still kept whipping my ass hard and fast. When he finally stopped I was bawling so hard I was hiccup crying and my eyes were all puffy and stinging as tears were flowing. I just laid there sobbing. I couldn’t believe I was actually able to will myself to accept it. Its was pure release. Am I the only who likes getting spanked so hard?