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Spanking Den Member's Spanking Stories May - Dec 2006 .Holly and Terrance

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Blulizrdboots
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Post Number: 63
Registered: 05-2005

Posted on Sunday, July 16, 2006 - 12:53 am:

The lightning flashed causing a brief reprieve from night as Holly reached the car, she was getting wet as the downpour poured down onto her head.
She opened the door and leaned inside, using the steering wheel as a handle and reached for the object she was risking her health for when a sudden hard, sharp item collided roughly onto the seat of her drenched jeans. Holly yelped and whirled around to face Terrance. Terrance stood there in the rain, his features non too pleased and he quickly turned Holly around again and landed another swat to her backend.
“Ow! Terrance!” Holly yelled trying to dance away from him without any success.
Terrance quickly closed the car door and with a guiding, and firm grip on Holly’s arm. He led her back into the house.

Holly sat at the table, she’d been relieved of her wet clothes in favor of just a robe, a nice, warm cotton-blue, soft, robe. But she didn’t have any chance of enjoying the feel of the robe as Terrance walked in and moving a chair to be right in front of Holly, their knees almost touching he looked at her. “Now, want to tell me what you were doing out there in this?” He motioned with his arms.
“I was getting something from the car.” Holly answered truthfully. Six years of marriage and being in a DD relationship for five had taught Holly that honesty really was the best policy.
“I told you not to go out there. It’s dangerous.”
“I know, but I really needed that and it wasn’t raining that hard.”
Terrance raised a brow. “It was still lightning. And I told you no.”
Damn that brow. “But not that badly.” Now, arguing was something she’d never learn about.
Terrance had risen from his seat. “Do you want arguing to be added to the list?”
List? “No, Sir.” Holly gulped.
“Good. Sit there a moment I’m going to get what you so desperately needed.”
Uh-uh. “Yes, Sir.”

Holly sat there. And sat. And sat. Fidgeting with the sleeve of the robe and adjusting her position on the chair. She could almost feel like she’d already been spanked as she sat naked under the robe. She looked up at the clock above their stove. She’d only been there for about a minute and a half. Why did it feel even longer?
True Terrance had said no. But it really wasn’t raining that hard. And the storm was moving on. But then again you can be struck by lightning even if it’s not raining in your neck of the woods. But she was in the car, technically that’s the safest place to be when it’s lightning. But not when your dominate husband told you no in the first place.
Terrance walked back into the kitchen, the item Holly had been getting in his right hand. Damn, why did it have to be something he could use to spank her with?
The hairbrush was long handled with an oval head. The material, of course, was wood and, was about a quarter-inch thick. It was slightly old since she’d found it at a flea-market. She had just wanted to get it so she wouldn’t have worry about it later, she was going to clean it and use it on her hair to see how much she really liked it. But now, seeing it in Terrance’s hand had Holly figuring there would be a love-hate relationship with this brush.
Terrance sat back down in his chair and put the brush on the table. “A brush is what you so desperately needed?”
Holly nodded. “Yes, but..”
“No.” Terrance shook his head, then looked at her. “You do still remember what that means, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“I’m beginning to doubt that, Holly.” The brow had gone up again.
Holly wanted to shave it off. “I do know what no means. It’s just I thought..”
Terrance interrupted her again. “Wrong, you didn’t think. What would have happened if you’d gotten sick? Or if you’d been struck by lightning? Or if you’d fallen on the wet stones out there?”
Rhetorical questions, Holly stayed silent, head bent, watching that brush from the corner of her eye. Terrance continued.
“I’m getting tired of having to repeat myself way too often, Holly. And to remind you that when I say no I have a good reason for it. Maybe a good spanking with that hairbrush will help remind you.”
Holly looked up at this, but nodded. “Yes, Terrance.”
At that her husband had her stand and while he stayed seated Terrance undid the tie to Holly’s robe and slid it down letting it fall in a pile at the linoleum floor. He then took her by the waist and led her over his knee.
Holly lay face-down. Her hands rested on the floor and her toes barely touching the cool flooring. She hated it this way. At least when he just lowered her pants and panties she could grasp onto one sense of dignity. Naked, over her husbands lap, she felt even more self-conscious, though a curious feeling of trust came over her. It didn’t last long as the cool wood of the brush suddenly made her bare butt burn with fire only it could produce.
Holly yelped and grabbed onto the legs of the chair. She knew better than to reach back, it was bad enough already. Terrance almost always used his hand first as a warm up even in punishment. He was saying something, Holly concentrated on his voice to keep her mind off of the pain.

“…….have gotten sick.” Slap. “Or struck by lightning.” Smack. “Or worse.” Slap.

It wasn’t working. Holly kicked up her left leg, then her right leg, then both. Her grip on the chair legs tightened and the brush came down harder. She was crying silently by now more to Terrance’s words than the brush.

“I don’t want to loose you, Holly.” Slap Slap Smack “That’s why I tell you no.” Smack. “You really need to learn that, and hopefully not sitting for a few days will help.” Smack, Slap Smack Smack Slap.
Holly bucked up, but Terrance had put an arm around her to keep her in place.
“Now, little girl, you know this was coming.” She was about two years younger, but right now felt almost ten. “I’m not stopping until I know you will listen to me the next time.”
“I will! I promise!” Holly answered, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.
Terrance had stopped talking and now Holly had nothing to concentrate on but the sound and fell of the brush as it connected with the tender flesh on Holly’s backside.
She started counting the strikes but when she got to twenty she thought she’d loose it. Then she started just kicking her legs and counting that instead, but then her legs got tired and she had to tighten her grip on the legs of the chair even more, her knuckles turning white. Now she started thinking of all kinds of ways to rid herself of that brush, or even better, of Terrance. But then the thought of what she had done to deserve this dared entry into her fantasies of bees and honey and fire ants in Terrance’s gym shorts. She started yelping louder and now pleaded.
“Please stop, Terrance I’ll be good, really!”
“I’m sure you will, honey.” Damn his easy tone. Slap Slap Smack Smack.
“Terrance, c’mon I don’t know if I can take anymore!”
“You’ll have to anyways.” Damn his quick thinking. Smack Slap Slap Smack
“Terrance it hurts!!”
“It’s supposed to.” Damn him! Slap Slap Slap Smack
Holly gave in. Her legs were tired from kicking, her fingers and hand hurt from grasping, her head hurt from thinking, her throat hurt from yelling and pleading and hoping. But mostly her ass hurt!!
Terrance stopped. Put the brush down and rubbed a hand over his wife’s bottom. It was barely red but then Holly hardly ever needed to be punished and being punished was different from other things. He raised her up and let her sit, gingerly on his lap as she tucked her head into his shoulder and cried softly. He combed her hair with his fingers.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, Holly.”
She raised from her place to look at him. “I know.”
“But if I have to do it again, I will.”
She grinned softly. “I’m sure you will, honey.”
“It hurts me to.”
“It’s supposed to,”
“I love you, Holly.”
She smiled. “You’ll have to anyways.”
Terrance laughed and stood, holding his wife in his arms he carried her through the kitchen, into the livingroom, onto the stairs and into the bedroom. As he closed the door, Holly kissed him and said, “I love you, too, Terrance.”