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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 241
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 14, 2005 - 01:22 am: | 
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Since there has been such a lot of interest lately in disciplinary spankings, I thought I would post a story I wrote a while back on the subject. Within it is the understanding, care and comfort I hope that everyone finds if they are punished. Happy reading! 
The argument had started off innocently enough, but it had escalated into a full-fledged shouting match before either knew what had happened. Both thinking they were the in the right, neither willing to back down or give in. Unable to convince him to see things her way, she had made several cutting remarks before storming out of the house. The slam of the kitchen door behind her did very little to soothe her injured feelings.
Walking in the cool fall air allowed her quite a bit of time to think over what had transpired. They had never had a fight like that before, so angry and hurtful, both saying things she knew weren’t meant. Truth be told, she knew she had been primed for this argument all day with one problem occurring after another. By the time he had come by the house she’d been ready to burst into tears or throw things. When he seemed preoccupied and distant towards her it set a match to the tinder already waiting to be lit. Now here she was, out in the cold walking off a serious case of temper when she could be snuggled up with him on the couch. The first tear fell as she recalled the things they both had said in anger, knowing they weren’t true. Turning back towards home her pace quickened, fearful he would have left when every moment spent with him was precious to her. Seeing the car still in her driveway, she stopped and used her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face.
She didn’t handle anger or confrontations with ease; they always left her feeling miserable for days afterwards. Guilt and sadness beat at her as she entered the house much quieter than she had left. Unsure of what to do, afraid to enter the living room and see the accusations in his eyes, she took time to use the bathroom. Her face showed the signs of her inner turmoil, red rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks were bathed with cool water and her hair was brushed until it no longer resembled a bird’s nest. Going into her bedroom she chose her oldest, softest pair of pajamas, needing the comfort of the familiar at that moment. Unable to think of anything else that would keep her from facing the angry man in the other room, she hesitantly went to see him. Afraid and expecting the worst, she walked into the living room her eyes on the toes of her socks.
For a long time she looked everywhere in the room but at him. When she finally got up the nerve, it started a fresh bout of tears, for the smile on his face spoke of love and understanding. He opened his arms from where he sat on the sofa, and she didn’t waste a moment throwing herself into them. He held and rocked her as she cried into the neck of his shirt, her apologies and assumption of blame met with shushing noises. When she seemed apt to go on and on, guilt eating at her, he gave her one hard swat to her backside. The yelp she made, and the pout that followed it had him chuckling and assuring her there were more where that came from if she didn’t settle down. When she was calm enough to listen to him, they talked about what had happened, and why. She poured out the problems that had beset her that day, and her fears when he had seemed so distant, worried he had tired of her already. That got a deep sigh from him and a look that caused her bottom to tingle in warning. They both knew that when things got rough in her day to day existence, she needed serious reassurance to put them right again. And although hugs and cuddles helped, it took more than that to reach the frightened child inside, so unsure of her own self worth. Knowing what she needed to regain her equilibrium, and not all that adverse himself since he’d recently been on the sharp side of her tongue, he patted the thigh of his left leg in invitation. Her wide eyed look and attempts to dissuade him were meant with a steely-eyed stare, until she gave in ungracefully and placed herself across his lap.
He smoothed the pajama bottoms she wore across her squirming backside, before gently drawing them down to rest by her thighs. Her indrawn breath bespoke of nerves, but he also heard the acceptance and trust in her voice when she asked him to change his mind about her punishment. His arm tightening across her back was all the answer she got before his raised hand made contact with her bottom for the first time. She jumped and squeaked in response, but made very little attempt to fight him, as first one cheek and then the other was cleverly warmed. When the skin was a uniform pink all over, he stopped to scold her for her lack of faith in him, and for allowing her doubts to overrule her heart. She knew he loved her, they’d been over this time and time again, and he was more than willing to blister her backside every time she let her feelings of inferiority get the better of her as it had tonight. That just because he roared or lost his temper, it didn’t mean he wanted out of her life, and never would.
When he felt the first sob rip through her at his carefully chosen words, he resumed spanking some sense into her. The swats now were harder, the sting making her wriggle and gasp. At one point she put her hand back, not covering his target but almost in supplication. A growled “no” was all it took to have her bringing it back in front of her and gripping the seat cushion by her head. Her hips bucked across his thigh, her reddening bottom attempting to evade the increasingly hard hand being applied to it. When he finally stopped and rested his palm on her hot cheeks, he knew it would be quite some time before she forgot this lesson, or could sit comfortably again. After pulling up her pajama bottoms and helping her to curl up against him again, he stroked her hair and back, giving her time to regain her composure. Handing her a tissue for her teary eyes and sniffling nose, he laughed at the woebegone face she turned up to him for a kiss. What started out soft and sweet, quickly changed to plunging tongues and gasps for air. Standing up and pulling her with him, they made their way to the bedroom down the hall, knowing there were other ways to reassure as well. And wanting to reaffirm their love and commitment to each other in a method as old as time.
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Opal
New member
Username: Opal
Post Number: 24
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 14, 2005 - 08:01 am: |
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Great story Wolfie, the love and tenderness comes across very clearly.  |
Nikki
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Username: Nikki
Post Number: 7
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 14, 2005 - 08:31 am: |
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Wow..great job Wolfie! Excellent story...I could envision the whole thing. |
Naughtybynature
Spanko
Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 99
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 15, 2005 - 08:07 pm: |
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Delightful story Wolfie! Expressing the acceptance of the consquences for her insecurities was wonderful.
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 247
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 15, 2005 - 08:18 pm: |
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Thanks everyone, Im glad you enjoyed it. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Beachley
Spanko
Username: Beachley
Post Number: 87
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 19, 2005 - 09:14 pm: |
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As always Wolfie a joy to read and the story is so true to life in many instances.
The Spice of Life is having my OWN WAY!! A spanking would be nice.
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 264
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2005 - 11:02 am: |
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Hehehehehe a little TOO true in my case Ann! 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Beachley
Spanko
Username: Beachley
Post Number: 88
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2005 - 03:59 pm: |
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I know - I could see you and Steve very well in some parts of the story. And what is not true now -- well who knows what might be true later. hehehe 
The Spice of Life is having my OWN WAY!! A spanking would be nice.
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Bendover
New member
Username: Bendover
Post Number: 49
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2005 - 07:54 pm: |
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Wolfie, I loved this story. The part about his reaction to you after the spanking was especially heart warming. It's exactly the way I pictured what would happen, if I were in the same situation.
Down with pink panties!
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Shadowrose45
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Username: Shadowrose45
Post Number: 8
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 07:46 pm: |
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that was a nice story Even if it was TOO true for you, lol |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 669
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 10:03 pm: |
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Thank you Rose. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
HAPPY SAMHAIN!
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