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Shadowrose45
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Username: Shadowrose45
Post Number: 35
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 11:40 am: | 
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Ok, here it is. Sorry, I hadn't written it yet, LOL. Did I mention that 'Keri' had a bit of a temper?
Pardon the formatting, I just copied and pasted. Copyright and all that. Let me know if you like it.
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He walked into the room and glared at her. “Lose the jeans, little girl,” he said.
Keri looked at him with wide eyes. “Yes Sir,” she mumbled. She knew they should have already been off and folded neatly on the dresser. She did both quickly.
His face was hard as he looked down at her. “You know better. Do you know what’s going to happen here?’
“I sat outside for half an hour. How was I supposed to know that you were just late?” Lame, she thought. Really lame. One look at his face told her she should have just said Yes Sir and been done with it.
“Do you remember what happened the last time you tried walking in this kind of heat, young lady?” he growled, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Duh, she thought. She’d passed out in the street, literally. When she’d come to, there were paramedics there. She’d spent the week in the hospital because of a heart problem. “Yes, I remember. I was there.”
He didn’t bother replying to that. He simply walked to the closet and took out his thin rubber paddle. Next, he pulled his belt loose.
That rubber paddle wasn’t just painful, it was evil. “I’m sorry!” she said quickly.
“I’m sure you will be,” he said darkly. He sat the belt and the paddle on the bed next to him. “Get over here.”
Her heart was racing. Wildly she considered telling him she was too sick, but she knew that would just put off the inevitable. She took baby steps closer, but not too close.
He snagged her over his lap and held his arm across his back. “You know better!’ he snapped with a solid whack from the flat of his hand. “Don’t you?” His arm slammed down in full strokes.
“Owww, Yes!” He had the hardest hand in the world. He continued to spank, harder than he’d spanked her before, certainly. There sure was no warm-up. “Please, stop now.”
“You don’t decide that, young lady!” His hand continued to rise and fall, now on her sit spot (his favorite) and upper thighs. “You’ve got a daughter, what kind of example is this to set for her?”
Keri was crying. “I was just mad.” Her bottom and legs were on fire. She kicked her legs, trying to ease the sting.
He took the scant protection of her panties down. “I don’t care how mad you are, little girl. You knew better. You knew I’d be there.” He picked up the rubber paddle. It was about 18 inches long, made of 4 layers of glued rubber sheeting.
“Please, don’t use that. It hurts too bad!” She felt the first whap of fire and cringed. “I want you to stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I’m absolutely sure this lesson has been driven home, young lady.” He raised it high again and brought it down on her lower bottom. He paused between smacks, letting her feel each and every minute of the fire it caused.
Keri’s bottom was on fire. She was crying now, and pleading with him to stop. When she felt the third across her upper thighs, she screamed and tried to get away from him. “Stop!
Once more, he paused. “Did you disobey me?” he snapped, giving her another whack on the underside of her bottom.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!” She had no leverage to get herself up. After the hard spanking with his hand, the rubber one was just too much. “I can’t breathe.”
Once more, the fiery blows stopped. He stood her to her feet, studying her intently. “Back to your corner, young lady,” he said sternly. “And no rubbing.”
Keri walked back to the corner, trying to stop her crying. She was going to take that damn thing and burn it! She’d given consent to be a sub, not to be beaten. She was thoroughly pissed off. She could literally feel his eyes on her. It was all she could do not to turn around and tell him she was safe-wording.
Ten minutes later, he finally spoke. “Come here, Keri.”
She walked over, her eyes narrowed, and her arms folded across her chest. She didn’t speak.
“Why am I doing this?” he asked, his tone almost soft.
“Because you’re pissed off,” she snapped, then added a sarcastic “Sir” to the end. She lowered her eyes.
He snagged her across his lap again, holding her hard. He didn’t bother wasting more time with words. He picked up the belt and started spanking her with it, from the top of her bottom to mid-thigh.
Keri screamed, cursed, and yelled. All to no avail. Her bottom was on fire. She tried over and over to get away, but couldn’t. Finally, she couldn’t struggle anymore, and just laid limply. She jerked with each smack of the belt, but didn’t try to get away again. She was too exhausted.
“First,” he said, once she’d stopped struggling. “I’m not pissed. You weren’t in here the second we walked into the house because I was beyond angry when we got here. I wasn’t entirely sure you weren’t going to pass out on me.” He sat the belt down, knowing that she really couldn’t take any more of it. Her bottom was beet red, and hotter then hell to the touch.
She looked over her shoulder now that he’d stopped spanking her. “I’m sorry,” she cried.
He just nodded curtly. “Second, you could have had another heart attack.” He started spanking now, although he didn’t spank as hard as he had before, he kept up a steady pace as he lectured her. “Third, I was worried when I got to the store and couldn’t find you. You’re in a strange town, and I had no idea if you even knew the way back to the house!” He gave her three hard smacks. Then eased off again. “Fourth, you knew before you took the first step that this is where you’d end up. But, you didn’t care. I’m going to make sure that you care the next time.”
With that proclamation, he stood her to her feet again and forced her to meet his gaze. “Do you understand?”
Although she bottom was literally on fire, she nodded through her tears. It dawned on her that it wasn’t really anger on his face. It was determination. “I-I really am sorry,” she whispered.
“I want you to promise not to do this ever again,” he growled.
“I promise,” she said, meaning it. “I’m sorry I worried you and didn’t think.”
“So, now do you understand why we’re here?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” she whispered, lowering her eyes. He was right, she knew it.
He nodded and pulled her back over his lap and wrapped his arm around her waist again. “Good.” He started spanking again, using his hand. He didn’t stop till her breathing was ragged. Only then, did he stand her to her feet and hold her against his chest. “You scared me,” he said softly. He soothed her till her breathing evened. Then, he tilted her face and wiped away the tears. “I know that was a lot more than you’re used to, but you deserved it.”
She gave him a nod. “Yes Sir.” Well, she ate dinner that night sitting on a pillow, but it would be quite a while before she did this again. |
Pagan
Advanced Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 245
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 12:17 pm: |
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Rubber. I have a rubber strap, and it is absolutely EVIL.
I can't take a light spanking with it. A hard one? I'd have safeworded the second I laid eyes on it! 
"We, who are about to have our asses lit on fire, salute you. SAFEWORD!!!!!"
Thighs? Evil, evil, man.
Glad to hear that it was only 'awhile' til she got her groove back on. 
Nice story. Is this the end of these characters, or just the story? |
Shadowrose45
New member
Username: Shadowrose45
Post Number: 40
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 12:52 pm: |
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Dunno....should it be the end or just one story? LOL, I've got a fertile imaginationm and I love stories with the same characters. |
Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 852
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 01:08 pm: |
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I enjoy love stories, with a strong man in it. |
Pagan
Advanced Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 248
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 01:12 pm: |
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I'm the wrong person to ask, Rose. I've just started my ninth Audrey/Vinnie story. I'll be really sad when I have to let them go.
I personally like getting to know characters over time. Of course I want to read about the spanking, but I also want to enjoy what's wrapped around it.
I don't personally like the spank-a-thon stories. I like real people struggling to make this work. |
Make_me
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Username: Make_me
Post Number: 13
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 03, 2005 - 01:25 pm: |
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Keep goin Shadow!!
That rubber sounds BAD!! lol
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