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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 11
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 04:25 am: | 
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SPITFIRE
by Alex B.
Shannon Blake couldn’t help it. She simply had
to talk herself into trouble. This had been
a problem for her growing up at home, at school
and later on, wherever she worked. She seemed
to crave confrontation and constantly found
herself arguing with others over the smallest
of issues. Of course, this was before she met
Erik Powell.
The two had been dating less than a month when
Shannon managed to instigate a loud argument
in the middle of a film they were watching.
Aggravated by Shannon’s behavior and
embarrassed at being made part of a public
spectacle, Erik took his date by the arm,
lead her out of the movie theater and into the
parking lot where he proceeded to tell her what
an intolerable pain in the ass she was being.
Then, as if to illustrate his point, he put his
foot onto the rear fender of his car, pulled
Shannon across his uplifted leg and slapped
her bottom. She began to yell something, but
before she could catch her breath he smacked
her ass again and was soon spanking her
quite soundly. Shannon’s flimsy skirt and silk
panties offered little protection against the
onslaught of Erik’s powerful hand as it came
down again and again, each time delivering a
stinging handful of heat to the young woman’s
aching backside. Erik gave Shannon's bottom one
last wallop before letting her down. Once her
feet were back on the ground, Shannon could to
do little but try to regain her composure as
Erik unlocked his door got into the driver’s
seat. He started the engine and waited for her
to get in, which she eventually did.
It was uncomfortably quiet inside Erik’s car
as he drove Shannon home.
“I'll understand if you don’t want to see me
again.” he said after five minutes on the road.
Shannon didn’t respond. She just stared out the
window watching trees and houses pass in and
out of view. She was stunned- not by the
spanking she’d just received but by the fact
that she wasn’t the least bit angry or upset
about it. She felt oddly at peace. It was
strange because, even if she was in the right,
she never felt pleased or vindicated after a
dispute, only frustrated and empty. This felt
entirely different. It was like tasting some
exotic flavor for the first time. And she
wanted more.
By the time they arrived at Shannon’s apartment
building, Erik had taken his date’s silence to
mean that their courtship was at an end. So he
was more than a little surprised when she
invited him in.
“I’m sorry we missed the end of the movie.”
Shannon said from the kitchen as Erik made
himself comfortable on the couch. She entered
the living room with a drink in each hand.
“I don’t know what came over me.” She handed
Erik a glass as she sat down next to him.
They sipped their drinks and smiled politely
at each other. After a painfully long minute,
Shannon spoke up again. “So, do you spank all
the women you date?”
“Well...” Erik began with a laugh. “I’m not
sure I should answer a question like that.
Do you call every man you date a jerk?”
“I didn’t call you a jerk.” Shannon countered.
“I said you were acting like one.”
Erik began to answer but then though better
of it.
“I really don’t want to argue anymore tonight.”
he said calmly, then took a sip from his glass.
“Of course not! You know I’m right!”
“Look!” Erik said, putting his glass on the
coffee table. “Are you spoiling for another
trip across my knee?!”
Shannon paused then gulped down the remainder
of her drink before placing the glass on the
table next to his.
“Not ‘spoiling’ exactly.” she said. “I think
maybe ‘intrigued’ would be a better word.”
As she spoke, she leaned forward to meet Erik’s
waiting lips. They kissed, softly at first,
then deeply with passion. Erik was a bit
disappointed when Shannon suddenly broke from
the kiss and pushed herself from him. But he
understood her motives when she kicked off her
pumps and slowly crawled across his lap,
offering to him her firm, round bottom.
Without a word, Erik placed his left hand on
the small of Shannon’s back while his right
began to roam slowly across her ass cheeks.
She sighed heavily as he gave her left buttock
a gentle squeeze and grunted slightly when he
gave her right one a smack. Shannon pressed
herself against Erik’s leg as he continued to
give her sore ass a deep, soothing massage
interrupted by an occasional slap to one cheek
or the other.
Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness
lifted the hem of her skirt exposing her
beautiful panty-clad bottom. Once again, he
began alternately caressing and swatting
Shannon’s cheeks while she continued to moan.
As the rubbing got deeper, the swats came
faster, each a little harder than the last.
Erik was soon spanking Shannon with strong,
full-armed strokes. Her feet left the floor
as a particularly sharp slap landed across her
reddening fanny. Noticing this, Erik massaged
the area where his hand print appeared on her
right cheek. He then pulled her panties down to
the backs of her knees and continued to rub the
tender area. A minute later, he was back to
soundly slapping her ass.
Shannon was wincing with every swat and yet
she couldn’t keep but from grinning as she felt
herself becoming hot all over- not just her
ass, but her face and her body. An intoxicating
warmth spread from the tops of her ears to the
tips of her toes. She’d gone from moist to
drenched when Erik slid her panties down and
now that he was spanking her bare bottom she
was delirious with the mixture of pleasure,
pain and humiliation. The swats were coming
down hard and fast now. Shannon began to kick
and cry out. Her cheeks were ablaze and felt as
if they were throbbing two beats faster than
her heart. Finally, as the spanking reached a
fevered pitch, Shannon managed to say one
coherent word:
“Please!”
Erik recognized the sound in her voice and
knew immediately that this was not just a
request for him to stop spanking her, but a
demand for him to start doing something else.
He delivered two more swats, one to each cheek,
then quickly began to massage them once again.
He kneaded her burning buttocks with his hands,
squeezing and patting them as well. As he did
this, he occasionally let his fingers wander
between her thighs to explore her wetness.
It didn’t take long for him to realize that she
was ready. Erik gathered Shannon’s limp,
quivering body into his arms, rolling her over
as he lifted her. She looked up at him
through her weepy eyes as he carried her to
the bedroom. There was no anger on his face,
no contempt or superiority. It was clear that
he had simply given her something of which she
had been in dire need- a loving, attentive hand.
The next morning, the two had a long discussion
over breakfast. They decided that Shannon
could benefit from a lifestyle that included
spankings in response to her verbal outbursts.
They agreed on a simple set of rules then shook
hands and kissed to seal the deal.
During the months that followed, they stuck to
their plan. Every time Shannon lost her temper
and flew off the handle she was soon punished
with a session across Erik's lap where she
received a hard bare bottom spanking. If she
had used particularly poor judgment in her
choice of words while quarreling, she would
also spend ten or fifteen minutes standing in
a corner with her freshly painted back porch
on display.
Erik even managed to the details of this
arrangement into their wedding vows. At the
altar, after audibly promising to love and
cherish her, Erik leaned in and whispered
a few private words into the ear of his
new bride.
“I also vow to take this little spitfire across
my knee and spank her bare bottom bright red
whenever she needs it.”
Shannon blushed deeply at the thought of
someone overhearing this and when she saw the
giddy smile on the minister’s face as he asked
for the rings her face turned the shade of
raspberry sherbet.
One year later, to the day, found Shannon in
her kitchen preparing a first anniversary
dinner for her husband. She’d left work three
hours early in order to surprise him when he
came home. The food, all his favorite dishes,
came out perfectly and was on the table at
6 p.m.- the time Erik normally walked through
their front door. By 6:15 the food had cooled
and Erik wasn’t home yet, so Shannon put the
meat and vegetable dishes in the oven. She left
a concerned message on Erik’s voice mail at
6:30 and two angry ones at 6:45 and 7:00.
At 7:15, Erik finally arrived home to find his
wife staring coldly at him from her chair at
the dinner table.
“Happy anniversary!” she began sarcastically.
Erik stood silently in the doorway while
Shannon exploded. She went into great detail
about her efforts to make this evening special
and how upset she was that he didn’t bother to
call to say he’d be late. She declared that
Erik didn’t really love her, that he only cared
about himself and that she had no idea why they
were together. She peppered these statements
with an abundance of cruel insults and fowl
language. She was about to grab the carefully
prepared table and flip it over in her rage
when she suddenly noticed a band-aid on her
husband’s forehead.
“What the hell is that?” she said, her voice
softening as she approached him.
“It’s just a bump.” he told her. “I got
car-jacked this afternoon.” Erik walked with
Shannon to the dinner table and sat down as he
calmly explained that a young man had assaulted
him in the office parking lot. He said that
he’d handed his keys over as ordered, then the
man bashed him on the head with the butt of a
pistol and drove off. “I spent the next two
hours at the police station filing a report.
I took a cab home.”
“But why didn’t you call?” Shannon asked.
“My cell phone was in the car.” Erik said.
“I guess I could have called from the station,
but I didn’t want to worry you. Besides, I
didn’t know you’d be home early tonight.”
“Oh, honey!” Shannon kissed his bruised
forehead. “You must be starving! Let me put
dinner back on the table.” she said, walking
into the kitchen.
“Dinner can wait!” Erik stated in a manner that
stopped Shannon her tracks.
She turned around to see Erik's angry stare.
"I just talked myself into a spanking,
didn't I?"
"Don't underestimate yourself!" Erik replied
with a smirk. "You not only talked yourself
into a spanking, you talked your panties all
the way down to your ankles! Now get in the
living room! And bring the chair with you!"
Shannon dreaded that phrase: "bring the chair".
It meant that she was in big trouble. Those
three words told Shannon that Erik would soon
be rolling up his sleeve. They foretold kicking
and tears and promised that she’d soon be
rubbing her throbbing red bottom as she stood
in the corner.
Shannon took a chair from the table and brought
it into the next room where her husband was
waiting, arms folded. Erik snatched the
chair from her, placed it on the floor and
immediately sat down. Before she could blink
twice, Shannon was over his lap with her skirt
up and her panties down. Erik gave his wife’s
soft, round ass cheeks a few preliminary rubs
and squeezes.
“We should get new carpet.” she said.
“This burnt umber shade is kind of yucky.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad.” Erik replied as he
began gently slapping her ass.
“Sure! You’re not the one who has to stare
at it all the time!”
Making small talk with a few jokes thrown in
was Shannon’s way of lightening Erik’s mood
before a spanking. And, to a certain extent,
it worked. Of course it never completely got
her out of being punished. Once Erik decided
to take Shannon to the woodshed, she was going
to the woodshed!
Shannon glanced over her shoulder nervously.
“May I ask how bad I’m going to get it?”
“Yes, you may.” Erik said, then continued
giving her bottom a warm-up.
“Thanks.” she replied toward the floor. After a
dozen moderate swats, she looked back over her
shoulder again. “How bad am I going to
get it?!”
“I want you to imagine that I’m putting an
English muffin into our toaster.”
“Okay.” Shannon replied tentatively.
“Now what are the three settings on the dial of
that toaster?”
“Um... light?” the young woman guessed with a
hint of hope in her voice.
“Good. Keep going.”
“Medium?”
“One more.” Erik replied as he casually rolled
up his right sleeve.
Shannon swallowed hard. “Dark?”
“Bingo!”
“Damn!” she said through pouting lips. “Why do
you always have to toast muffins like that?!”
“It makes the butter melt quickly.” said Erik
and with that he lifted his hand and delivered
the first serious swat. Shannon yelped and
gritted her teeth in anticipation of the next
one, which also proved to be a real stinger.
Like a pitcher who was properly warmed-up,
Erik soon brought the spanking to an intense
pace. He smacked his wife’s bottom with all
the speed and strength he could summon.
Shannon began whimpering and her eyes were
filled with tears.
“His hand is so hard!” she thought.
“How can such a sweet man have such rough,
powerful hands?!”
Her buttocks felt like molten glass. Trying to
brace herself, she grabbed onto the left front
and rear legs of the chair. She tried not to
kick, but her reflexes soon took over and her
feet were flying wildly through the air. As the
torrent of slaps continued to scorch her
burning backside, Shannon began bawling like
a child sent to the principal’s office.
She apologized profusely through her tears
and promised that she would never lose her
temper again. Unconvinced, Erik continued
spanking his wife until her ass was raw,
red and swollen.
“Okay, stand up.” Erik finally commanded.
Shannon pushed herself from his lap and stood
sobbing before him. Erik took his sweetheart
into his arms hugging her and kissing her
tear-stained face until she stopped crying.
He then took Shannon gently by the arm to the
corner near the couch. He was about to tell her
that she was to stand there with her panties
down for the next fifteen minutes when the
phone rang. Erik went into the kitchen to
answer it.
As she stood in the corner gripping her
sizzling buns in both hands, two thoughts
ran through Shannon’s mind. One was that her
husband had the hardest hands she’d ever felt,
the other was that she must be the luckiest
woman on Earth.
Erik returned a minute later. He told Shannon
that the police had found his car. “It’s at
the impound lot downtown. They say it hasn’t
been damaged. I told them you’d drive me down
in a few hours to pick it up.” He put his hand
on Shannon’s shoulder and turned her around so
he could look into her soft, watery eyes.
“Happy anniversary!” she said with a
sincere smile.
They embraced.
“Happy anniversary!” he replied, laughing a bit
as he reached down to firmly cup her burning
ass cheeks in his rugged hands. As he did this,
Erik kissed his way down Shannon’s neck to
her chest.
“Baby..." she whispered. "I want to put some
antiseptic on your forehead. I don’t want you
to get an infection.”
“Yes!” Erik groaned back, his voice a
bit muffled as he pressed his lips into
her cleavage. “And I’m going to rub some cream
on your bottom. I don’t want you to blister.”
Moaning softly, Shannon tilted her head back as
her right hand unzipped Erik’s pants and deftly
maneuvered its way into his underwear.
“What am I going to do with you?” Erik asked
with a knowing smile.
"Just keep loving me, okay?" Shannon replied,
looking hopefully into her husband’s
adoring eyes.
"I'll tell you something, my little spitfire,”
Erik said, giving the tip of her nose a kiss.
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down!”
THE END |
Fanny
Advanced Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 360
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 08:02 am: |
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Oh my goodness, Alex, all you have to do is exchange my name for Shannons (and get rid of the corner time) and you have the story of my world! I particularly love the outdoor action, my husband is too concerned about doing something like that, so of course, what do you think I TRY to get him to do? Well there has been inside the car spankings, near but no awards with that. 
"Queen of Innocence""
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Fanny
Advanced Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 361
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 08:06 am: |
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Let me ammend that by saying I would never get into a loud argument anywhere. I am an overanalyzer and sometimes talk a bit too much, but I am not a yeller and will walk away before I lower myself to an loud argument.
"Queen of Innocence""
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Smartnnaughty
Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 65
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 01:10 pm: |
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Alex,
You are both a talented writer and a prolific one. I just picture myself in every story you write.
More, harder, more, (writing, that is.)
Sassy Sassy Sassy
No one can be as Sassy as me!
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Bobbi71
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Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 13
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, August 20, 2005 - 02:54 am: |
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I really liked this story too Alex. Very good job of creative writing. |
Mikeid
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Username: Mikeid
Post Number: 4
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, August 20, 2005 - 09:10 am: |
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Great story Alex. My wife would always "thank" me after one of her adjustments with those very words, "thanks for loving me, and please keep loving me"
As Bob Hope would have said, "Thanks for the memory" |
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