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Spitfire
by Alex B. (bernaise38@yahoo.com)
***
Shannon needs help controlling her temper. Luckily, she
meets Erik, a no-nonsense guy who doesn't hesitate in
taking her across his knee for a good old-fashioned
bare bottom spanking whenever she needs it. (Mdom/F,
rom, spank)
***
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 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
at him 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 quite inside Erik's car as he
drove Shannon home.
"I understand if you don't want to see me again." he
said after seven 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 a
gentleman 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 mild 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 and 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 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 work 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 6:00- 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 flew
into a tirade. She went into great detail about her
efforts to make this evening special and how upset she
was that he didn't even bother to call and tell her
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
extremely 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
slight 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
or so 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.
"Let me 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
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