Post Number: 16
|Posted on Sunday, March 29, 2009 - 01:08 am: ||
What I feel like doing right now...because my hubby is out in our garage with the guys...
Your guys night always make me grumpy. Of course, I feel like you should be paying attention to me. So, after you tuck me in and tell me you'll be in soon after hanging out with your friends, I get so irritated that I throw a little fit. Just a *little* one! I stomp out to the garage and call you in and tell you I want a kiss and that I am lonely. You come back in, your patience wearing thin, and kiss me on the forehead and tuck me in again. Then you head back out into the cold winter night. I, still not satisfied, sneak up and lock the doors. Of course, I know, you won't carry a key just out to the garage, and I smirk at the thought of you coming to the door after everyone else leaves and not being able to get in. Serves you right, I think.
So I fall asleep, pretty happy with myself...and I am awakened a few hours later to the sound of a window being forced open. My first thought is that someone is breaking in, so I jump up and yell for you. Then I remember...Oh no! I jump back in bed and pretend to be asleep, pretend that you didn't wake me up crawling in the window you had to force open because knocking on the door would never wake me up. The next thing I know you are curling in bed behind me with your cold hands gripping my bottom hard. "You are so going to get it when we get up" you say. I stiffen, and try to play it off murmuring "don't know what you are talking about..." but you aren't buying it. You rest your hand on my bottom and say "Yes you do. You are getting it." in that firm way you have. I don't fall asleep quickly but I eventually do, dreaming of what will happen to me in the morning.
I try to get up early, hoping you'll just sleep in and forget about what happened...but as I get out of bed you grab my arm and tell me that I better come back with our stick (blind rod) and your belt. I whine, and you turn me around and look me in the eye and I can see you are serious. I whimper and run off to gather what you request. As I crawl back in to bed you begin lecturing me. "Do you know how long I stood outside trying to get in last night? Why is it you always throw a tantrum when I have my guy's night? Don't I let you go out with the girls without throwing a fit??" "Yes sir" is my reply. "Well you threw your tantrum last night and now you will pay for it. Lay over the pillows." I arrange myself over the big pillows on the bed, with my legs spread. You begin by spanking fairly lightly all around, paying special attention to my sit spot. I moan and wiggle and you put your hand at the small of my back and say "You wanted attention last night and acted out to get your revenge when you didn't get it. Well now you will get my attention." and with that I feel the sting of the belt at the top of my bottom. I cry out and you say "well if you are going to be vocal, you might as well count." "one!" I say. "One what little girl?" "One sir! I'm sorry sir!" "Oh, you will be." Again and again you bring the belt down on my bottom, "two sir, three sir! Four sir!!" I cry out with each one. All the way down to the crease in between my bottom and my legs, there you place five hard swats, then down my thighs almost to my knees, finally you reach 20. I am crying and apologizing and begging you to stop. You pause, rubbing my bottom with your rough hand. You bend down and whisper in my ear "have you learned your lesson?" "yes sir! I will be respectful, I won't play pranks and lock you out! I'm sorry!" And I am. But you aren't finished. You reposition and turn me 90 degrees, and make sure my legs are spread wide enough and pick up our stick. You strike from the top down, the tip of the stick hitting right on my sit spot or upper thighs and the strokes going perpendicular to the belt stripes. I cry out and start to kick but you pin down one leg then the other with your free hand. You tell me to hold still or you will get the belt back out. After a couple dozen or so swats with the stick you put it down and come around the other side of me and pick up my hips. Bending down and lifting my head up to hear you, you whisper "Now, I will pay you the attention you wanted last night. Just ask me for it next time and we can avoid this, alright? Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes sir, I promise, I will ask for you instead of acting bratty next time." And with that you take me from behind, relishing my striped and hot bottom in your hands and against your skin. I have to admit I feel better as well.
Post Number: 922
|Posted on Sunday, March 29, 2009 - 11:14 am: ||
Well written Good girl!!
Post Number: 17
|Posted on Monday, March 30, 2009 - 10:07 pm: ||