Crusin' for a Brusin'

Hey guys! So I know I tried my hand at writing a few months back, and I thought maybe I'd give it another go. If you have any feedback about this story, please comment! I'd love to hear it! :)

Ellie was a good driver. Really, she was. She had been driving for years. The driving instructor she'd had at age sixteen had told her that she was a natural. Or at least this was what she tried to convince herself as she sat in the driver's seat with the air bag exploded in her face and a searing pang of dread creeping up her spine.

It had been a rough day. Everything had gone wrong. It had started at the coffee shop when they had completely messed up her caramel spice latte. She had taken one sip and her tastebuds had immediately cried out in protest. But, because she was running late and had no time to order another drink, she tried to gag it down simply for the caffeine fix. Then, after being stopped by a train for a full twenty minutes, she flew into work in a panic. While running down the rows of office cubicles, she failed to look where she was going and the remaining half cup of coffee ended up splashing all over her boss' shirt when they collided. His angry glare denied any hope of the promotion that she had been praying for. She had offered to pay for the dry cleaning, but he had simply ushered her away with a wave of annoyance. The rest of the day had simply gone downhill. The copier had jammed, she got a call from the credit card company to inform her that her payment was late, her computer had shut off in the middle of typing an important and lengthy document, and she had accidentally forwarded the email about the bra sale to Mike in the Finance Department instead of her best friend Natalie.

So, by the time five o' clock rolled around, Ellie's bag was packed and thoughts of her evening floated in her mind. Maybe she'd buy a Cosmo magazine and a tub of chocolate ice cream to eat, and perhaps she'd rent a teary romantic chick flick to watch alone. All of these things had been her saving grace three months ago when her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her, and she felt pathetic at the prospect of doing it all again. She trudged out of the office building feeling dejected.

Maybe it was her eagerness to get home to her comfy bed and pyjamas, or maybe it was a rush of anger at how her day had unfolded. She pondered this and then realized that it didn't really matter - she had hit the other car regardless of the reason. She had paid no attention to the stop sign ahead and had blown right through it. She sat dumbfounded in the driver's seat, knowing that she should get out and talk to the person she had hit, but not having the strength or the energy to do it. Luckily, he came to her.

"Are you all right?!" a deep voice asked frantically.

Ellie looked up, and was astonished by the man who stood there. He was only a little older than her, with wavy chestnut hair and piercing frosted green eyes that were filled with concern. She felt ashamed that she had been the one to cause the accident, and yet he was the one who was so worried about her. She took a deep breath.

"I-I'm okay," she managed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am," he told her, "but my car's not." His voice hardened suddenly. "What the hell were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all? How could you have missed that stop sign?"

She opened the door and climbed slowly out of the car. One of her headlights was smashed, not to mention the completely dented state of her front bumper. She surveyed his car and noticed that the damage was equally bad. She cringed at the thought of her insurance rates soaring. "I've had a horrible day," she told him. "You're right...I just wasn't thinking. I feel absolutely terrible. Of course I'll pay for all of the damage, you don't need to worry about that--"

"That won't be necessary," he cut her off. "I don't want you to pay for anything. But I do want you to agree to something."

She bobbed her head up and down. "Anything, anything at all!"

"Go to dinner with me." She scanned his face for any indication that he was joking, but the firm line of his lips and his steady gaze suggested that he wasn't. "There's a great Italian place down the street. Since we don't have any cars--" She blushed like a tomato. "--we can walk."

"Of course I'll go with you," she breathed. "But are you sure you don't want me to cover the costs of the accident?"

"I've already explained this to you," he said. "You are going to dinner with me and that's the deal." Something in his voice made her realize how serious he was. She nodded in silence.

A police car pulled up just then, and an officer clambered out to speak with them. The man explained the details of the accident while Ellie held her head down in shame beside him.

"Well, sir, I'd suggest that you contact your insurance company and have this young lady do the same immediately and begin to arrange for the costs of the damage to be covered," the officer said.

"Oh, that's quite all right," the man responded easily. "We have already worked out a deal between us. But thank you."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "You don't want her to pay for the damage that she caused?" he said quizzically, jerking a thumb in Ellie's direction. "By the sounds of it, this accident was her fault. Don't you want to hold her accountable?"

"Thank you, Officer," the man said again, "but that won't be necessary."

The officer appeared confused, but shook his head in disbelief and walked away. By the time the tow trucks had arrived and everything had been settled, nearly two hours had passed. Ellie and the man walked down to the restaurant and were seated in a booth near the window.

"I'm Victor, by the way," he told her as they studied their menus. She looked up from reading the description of a scallop pasta dish and smiled.

"I'm Ellie. Nice to meet you," she said, and she meant it. "Although I apologize again for the way that we met."

"Oh, don't worry about that," he said casually. "That will all be taken care of later."

A flurry of anxiety fluttered in her stomach. "But I thought...? You said...? You said this was the deal!" Ellie cried.

He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. "You'll see what I mean. Let's leave it at that."

So she did. She was reluctant, but she managed to avoid the topic. They had a lovely dinner, complete with a bottle of wine and great conversation. She found out that he was studying to become a doctor, and that he was single and newly moved to their town. They talked for hours, and by the end of the meal she felt as if she had known him forever. Despite the fact that she had caused the accident earlier, he insisted on paying the bill. The sky was dark and sprinkled with stars by the time they emerged, and her spirits had lifted greatly. This beat Cosmo and chick flicks one hundred percent.

"My apartment isn't far from here," Victor suggested. "We could walk there if you like." She normally would have felt apprehensive about going to someone's apartment who she had just met. But with this man, something was different. She found herself agreeing instantly. The night air was crisp and cool and it took them only fifteen minutes to make their way to his apartment building. After a short elevator ride, they were there.

It was small, but cozy. He was obviously a world traveller, as everything seemed to be adorned with souvenirs from other countries. The clock in his kitchen was from Holland; the calendar on his wall from China; the woven rug in his living room from Kenya. The air smelled slightly of minty cologne and she felt strangely at home. He went over and sat on the couch and beckoned for her to join him.

"Earlier today, you could have killed both of us with your carelessness," he began slowly. "And after talking to you for the past few hours, I think you're a great girl, Ellie." He smiled. "So I don't think that careless accidents are a regular thing for you, and I hope that they're not. But I also think that these things can't go without consequence." A look of complete confusion had taken over her face. He didn't explain any further. Instead, he wrapped his strong hands around her waist and flipped her across his lap. And then, much to her horror, he began to spank her.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" she cried out, kicking her legs and squirming desperately. She had expected some more great conversation, or perhaps some kissing or something - not a spanking. "Stop!"

"Why should I stop, Ellie? Apparently you don't know how to. That's how you got us in that accident today," he told her, delivering several sharp smacks to her bottom. "You need to be taught a lesson, young lady. And I intend to teach it to you!"

She shrieked and attempted to cover her stinging bottom with her hands, but to no avail. He simply pinned her arms behind her back and continued to spank. "The more you struggle, the harder it's going to be," he warned her. "This can be easy or it can be hard. It's up to you."

SMACK! SMACK! "Now, you MUST" SMACK! SMACK! "Be more careful" SMACK! "When you are driving!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "If you don't" SMACK! "You may find yourself" SMACK! SMACK! "In this position" SMACK! SMACK! "Again!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Who says I'll let you put me in this position again?" she demanded, suddenly feisty and filled with rage at his presumptuousness.

"We may not know each other all that well yet," he began, "but I think I know you well enough now to say that you'll be back. Because this is what you need in your life, Ellie - some discipline." He yanked down her skirt and her sheer pink panties to reveal a rapidly reddening bottom. She squealed in protest. "And it appears as though you are getting some." He released a rain of fiery spanks on her bare cheeks.

"Ow! Ouch!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks. She clenched her bottom together, attempting to lessen the pain.

"Clenching your bottom is not acceptable," Victor told her matter-of-factly. "I suggest you stop right now." He continued spanking, one cheek after the other, showing no signs of relenting.

She couldn't help it. The pain was too much. Although she tried to stop squirming and clenching, it was too hard. She found her cheeks pressed tightly together again soon enough. Victor stopped spanking.

"Go into the kitchen, young lady, and find the wooden spoon on the counter. Clearly, this punishment is not sufficient enough," he commanded, pointing to the kitchen.

"No! Oh, please no!" she pleaded with him. His hand hurt too much already.

"If you would prefer, I have a ginger root in the fridge," he said coldly. "I can peel it and insert it into your bottom to stop the clenching, if you would rather." At that, she flew to the kitchen to retrieve the spoon. Her panties were around her ankles, and she waddled as quickly as she could back to Victor. His expression was approving.

"Good," he said, standing up. "Now, bend over the arm of the couch please. I want your bottom arched in the air as high as you can. On your toes, with your legs spread. If you don't keep your back arched, I will give you extra swats. A car accident is not something to be taken lightly."

She knew that she could get up and leave at any time - how could he stop her? But, for some reason, she didn't consider it. She knew she had earned this punishment, and she knew that if she ever wanted to see Victor again, she would have to accept it. After a deep inhalation, she positioned herself as per his instructions.

"Good girl," he praised her, assuming his own position to punish her poor bottom. He tapped the spoon against his hand. "These are going to be hard, and they're going to hurt. But I expect you to take all of them, and I won't tolerate any disobedience. Understood?"

She nodded. "Yes," she said tearfully. A sharp swat was promptly delivered to her left butt cheek.

"That is yes SIR to you!" he instructed.

"Yes, sir!" she cried out obediently. He peppered her bottom with more sharp spanks. The spoon stung and her bottom was on fire.

"Keep arching!" he told her. "That butt is not arched enough!" She struggled to push her bottom higher as he delivered more spanks. "On your TOES, Ellie! Legs spread! If you can't hold that position, I'll put you in diaper position and give you the belt!" This persuaded her. She wondered if he was serious and decided not to test it. She miraculously maintained her position for the rest of the spanking, until she was limp and sobbing over the arm of the couch. She heard him set down the spoon and come around to her. He planted a gentle kiss on top of her head and rubbed her back slowly. "I know that that was hard," he told her. "But I'm very proud that you took it as well as you did. I'm guessing you've never been spanked before, and I think that that sent across a very clear message." She nodded, unable to speak because of the sobs choking her throat. He pulled her into his lap, and she shuddered at the brush of her sore, hot bottom against his jeans. She cradled her head into his neck and felt strangely content.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I know it hasn't been much time," he said, "but Ellie, there's just something about you. I feel something for you. I want to know if you'll think about being my girl."

"I don't have to think about it," she answered him quickly. "I will."

He beamed from head to toe. "Do you understand that I will spank you for your infractions?" he asked her. "Because that will be a big part of our relationship, Ellie, and I want to make sure that you understand."

She looked at him with her big brown eyes and managed to smile. "I understand," she said sincerely. "I trust that you'll do what's best for me."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing her carefully on his neatly made bed and planting a kiss on her lips. "Oh, I promise I will," he said to her softly, rolling on top of her and proceeding to have the best lovemaking experience either of them had ever had.

* * *

Twenty years later, on their anniversary, they recounted the events that had led to their meeting. It was a Sunday morning, the kids were out, and they were cosily cuddling in bed. Over the years, Ellie had been spanked countless times. It hadn't always been easy, but it had done wonders for their relationship. They reflected on this too.

"I guess I've always been a bit of a troublemaker," she remarked, somewhat sheepishly.

"Yes, you have," he agreed, giving her bottom a firm smack under the covers. "But I guess if you weren't one, then I would never have met you at all!"