...but only a bit!
This is an extract of a short story I wrote about a woman who in her attempt to win forgiveness suggests she takes physical punishment from her fiance. He takes to task with surprising relish....
William casually kept his left hand on the small of her back over the grey stuff of her skirt and picked up the paddle. He felt her shudder and a wave of grim satisfaction with a strong undercurrent of lust surged through him. He was going to spank the arse off her all right! It was what she deserved! Fucking with that animal Gareth! But she was sorry and now she was going to appreciate just how firm but fair a real man could be! He was no monster and Celia obviously needed a firm hand. He liked that. She was going to get a firm hand all right he thought grimly and before either of them quite expected it William had delivered four successive strokes to those nylon-clad cheeks. Celia jerked upright into a standing position furiously rubbing her bottom and causing her skirt to slide over her busily occupied hands.
“How dare you! Your punishment is barely started! You do not have permission to get up Celia! Do you intend to defy me?” If Celia was amazed at this commanding fiancé of hers it was nothing compared to the surprise William felt at his own indignation and quick response.
“For that you will receive the rest on your bare bottom!”
“I’m sorry” she choked, no longer daring to rub her throbbing behind, “but I was taken by surprise and it hurt so much” she gulped.
“Its meant to hurt, Celia. That’s why it’s called ‘punishment’” he added in sarcastic and annoyed tones, covering his own astonishment that he’d actually done it. He suddenly realised that now he’d decided on this venture he was seriously annoyed that she had leapt up and diverted him from his task.
“Now, bend over!”
Terrified and not a little excited by the new William a nervous Celia placed herself back over William’s desk.
William was pleased and relieved by this act of compliance. Boy, had he enjoyed paddling that arse! He was sorry to be interrupted but it meant he could enjoy a further uncovering and he wouldn’t have to think about when to complete the full unveiling of that tempting bottom. All nervousness now gone William took control with a great deal of pleasure. Celia was going to be well punished and he was going to enjoy every sexy minute of it…
Once again he slid up her skirt and once again she shuddered. Celia felt humiliated at this second uncovering and now knew just what that paddle felt like. She also knew that William was going to get an uninterrupted view of the seat of his planned intentions… How could anyone find this sexy she asked herself amazed and terrified thinking of what was about to happen and a tiny part of her knew the answer as she had known before…
William enjoyed the silky feel of her hosiery sliding down under his purposeful, careful hands and thoroughly appreciated the slight resistance he encountered from the combined layers of her white cotton knickers and silky nylon tights. To Celia this methodical uncovering of her now quaking bottom took forever but was also over too quickly when she realised what would inevitably follow. William too felt mixed emotions as the satisfaction of the gradual baring of Celia’s bottom was too quickly over but he felt pleasure at her vulnerability as well as excitement at the thought of her still outstanding long spanking. As he fastidiously arranged her tights and knickers just under the swell of her nicely rounded bottom he negotiated with the shivering Celia.
“I hadn’t intended restraining you for the paddling but if you misbehave again I won’t hesitate to do so. I will also double the tariff for your wilfulness”
“Please, William!” Now she was threatened with even more Celia almost (but not quite!) forgot about her exposure so eager was she to avoid further blows. “I didn’t mean it! It was surprise! I’ll stay down! I promise!”
“Very well” he responded and they both wondered at the new stern William.
Once again William’s hand was on the small of Celia’s back but this time they were both aware of the added strength of the gesture that had earlier been casual. They both realised Celia could not leap up this time without William’s permission.
William very gently laid the paddle on Celia’s bare bottom. The relatively cool leather was not unpleasant on her super-sensitive now gently glowing flesh but she twitched and shuddered, as she now knew exactly what to expect. And she was unable to suppress her yelp of agonised expectation as the paddle was suddenly removed from her bottom in readiness for her fifth stroke.