Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Dreamers

© Guyspencer 2015
Author Note:  This story is best read after reading  Before Breakfast .     But with the below excerpt to get you started, it works perfectly well by itself.

 The Dreamers

Excerpt from “BeforeBreakfast
Dana was a smart, happy and obedient girl who occasionally did things that seemed childish and (frankly) stupid.  Thus, she still had a few parental spankings in her future.  In spite of “The Dream”, Dana never sexualized those spankings.  They remained pure punishment, and were always followed by true forgiveness.

But “The Dream”, that erotic vision of some anonymous and aroused young man spanking her bare bottom, kept returning.  At first it bothered and confused the girl, but eventually she accepted it, welcomed it, and even embellished it.  “The Dream” became part of who Dana was, even though her only outlet was her fantasy life.

However, on the other side of town a young man whom Dana didn’t yet know was having similar dreams, only from another perspective.  In his dreams, he was the spanker.  The beautiful young lady he spanked wasn’t quite identifiable, but the man liked to think that he would know her when he met her.

Eventually, if the fates are kind, our two young dreamers will find each other.


For some reason, Dana felt that her “dream spanker” was real and lived nearby. He was about her age, so he was probably a student in a nearby high school. By now, she had concluded that she wouldn't find him in her own school. So Dana did things that might help her find him, wherever he was.

So she joined every intercollegiate activity she could manage, whatever would help her meet students from other schools.

She finally scored at a Junior Chamber of Commerce “Jaycees” meeting. At first she saw nothing special about him, except that he kept staring from across the room. At a break, obviously nervous, he approached and introduced himself. His name was Jim. They talked, then suffered the remainder of the dull meeting together. He offered his phone number. Taking a chance, she reciprocated.

They met at the library, supposedly to discuss a Jaycees project. An outdoor bench was sufficiently public for Dana to feel safe with this unknown young man, yet private enough for talk. Was he the one? Dana didn't know, and didn't dare directly ask. Jim, a senior at a local high school, was more sure that Dana was the object of his dreams, but wasn't foolhardy enough to reveal his most private dream. But still, he obliquely raised the subject of “dreams” twice during their conversation. Each time, Dana's heart raced.

That night, Dana had “The Dream”. It was like before, except now her spanker had Jim's face! That made Dana sure that Jim was her dream spanker. But was he having those dreams too? How could she ask without sounding crazy?

Dating Jim was forbidden until her parents had gotten to know him, so they met twice more at the library. Each time their conversation tiptoed around the subject of “dreams” but both were afraid to directly ask the other about a spanking dream.

But their friendship blossomed. Finally Dana wrangled permission for him to eat supper with her family. Dana's family was naturally suspicious of any new male in Dana's life, particularly a stranger. Dana could only introduce Jim and hope for the best.

That first dinner went well. Dana's father questioned Jim more than Dana was comfortable with, but Jim handled it patiently and made a fair impression. All the time, her big brother sat with a poker face. Obviously he would form his own opinion about Jim.

They were allowed a bit of private time on the front porch before Jim left. By now Dana and Jim had become more comfortable talking about personal subjects. “The Dream” was still off-limits for discussion, so Jim brought up the general subject of spanking, something they both found interesting. They shared tales of their spankings “back when they were kids”.

The stakes increased when Jim asked Dana when her parents had stopped spanking her.

Dana considered lying, or treating the question as a joke, but instead took the plunge. Blushing, she answered, “They haven't stopped yet.”

Then, before he lost his nerve, Jim honestly answered his own question, “Me too.”


It took two more dinners with Dana's family, and discreet checking into Jim's family, before Dana’s parents reluctantly acquiesced to a date. It was to a dance at Dana's school, which afforded them only limited private time, but enough for them to verify their mutual interest in spankings. They shared stories of their family's more recent spankings. Naturally, Jim was unabashedly interested in Dana's family “before breakfast” spanking procedure.

Alone in bed after that date, Jim visualized a naked Dana bent over her father's lap for correction. And then, in his mind's eye, he substituted himself for Dana's father. The picture was identical to his recurring dream.

By now, Jim knew that Dana was the girl he spanked in his dreams. But was Dana having the same dream? He was still afraid to ask!


That night in her bed, Dana allowed her fantasy free reign. She pictured herself naked across Jim's lap. Although Jim was new in her life, she had been dreaming of laying across his lap for the last year. Was he having the same dream? She didn't dare ask!


Finally Dana's parents allowed them out on a real car date. They were supposed to see a movie, get refreshments, and then come straight home. So that she wouldn't have to lie to her parents, they actually went to the movie, but left early. They found a safe spot to park for a private talk. At Dana's insistence, “safe” meant a well-lighted place in town, no lover's lane.

Jim spoke first, “I'm falling for you Dana. It’s like I've known you for years.”

Dana snuggled close to him, “Same here Jim. It's funny you say that, but when I first saw you, I knew you were the man of my dreams.”

Jim's heart rate doubled when she said “same here,” but then redoubled at the word “dreams”.

She chose that moment to bring up an important matter, “Things are happening fast Jim, but one thing we need to get straight. I'll promise to not be a prude. As we get to know and trust each other, we can be more intimate, but will you promise to help me keep my virginity?”

By now convinced that Dana was a spanko just like him, Jim squeezed her hand and said the perfect thing, “OK. No promises about your bottom, but I promise to respect your virginity.”

Dana responded with a hug and offered herself for their first deep kiss, which proved to Jim that he had finally scored. To be fair, that kiss left Jim breathless with arousal, but he meant his pledge about Dana's virginity. He wasn't ready for fatherhood, and would happily settle for spanking rights to her perfect bottom.

There was more action in the car that evening, but little erotic progress beyond more deep kissing and a fondle of Dana's left buttock. Still, the date ended well.

Since they had been mutually honest about both being subject to parental spankings, Jim carefully returned Dana home on time from every date. Jim didn't want to cause her to be spanked by her parents. But it was also a matter of jealousy. Jim wanted her bottom for himself!

As you already know, Dana tends to do the occasional childish or (frankly) stupid thing, so she did end up spanked. We won't dwell on her “crime”, but it was trouble at school, nothing to do with Jim. Witnessed by the secretary as usual, Dana absorbed the school's maximum punishment, six scorchers to her clothed bottom. That hurt! But as usual, much worse awaited her at home.


It was a routine that had happened many times before. To Dana it was embarrassing and (obviously) painful. But the whole family found comfort in this familiar disciplinary routine. After her punishment, Dana would feel forgiven and on a fresh new footing in life. Her family's spankings always happened early the next morning. Before breakfast.

But first Dana suffered through an evening on restriction that featured a tag-team lecture session from her parents. Then she was sent to bed early with an old alarm clock which would remind her of her fate by loudly ticking all night.

Not surprisingly, when she finally, fitfully fell asleep, she had a vivid version of “The Dream”. In this dream, she was naked across Jim's lap as he vigorously took her to task for her misbehavior at school. But each spank pushed her groin against his erection, which made her hotter and hotter. She awoke to find herself damp and with her fingers already working to remedy the situation. Soon she was asleep again. She slept until the clamor of that old clock announced it was time to rise and take a quick shower.

As per her family punishment procedure, Dana's mother met her after her shower with a large bath towel, which Dana wrapped around her damp body. Then she sorrowfully followed her mother to the parental bedroom where her father awaited. After hugs, Dana reluctantly dropped the towel and then quickly laid across her father's lap. Her bottom still showed marks from the Principal's paddle, but that earned her no respite. Soon the house rang with the sounds of Dana's spanking, along with Dana's shrill response to her father's capable but reluctant corporal ministrations.

As usual following a “before breakfast” spanking, Dana sat on a pillow to eat breakfast and then took her sore and squirmy bottom to school. It was a long day, but at least it was Friday and she still had a date with Jim to look forward to.

Because that school incident happened on a Thursday, she had been spanked Friday morning. Dana had been “on restriction” last night, but her spanking marked the end of her punishment. So her weekend wasn't ruined.


Whilst dating that evening, Jim naturally wanted the whole story! Dana didn't hold back, she told him about her trouble at school, about her paddling, and then related every detail of her home punishment. Naturally Jim was keen to see her bottom, but Dana's next statement riveted his attention: “I dreamed about you last night. You bully, you spanked me!” (She left out what she did after that dream.)

Finally Jim had the opening he had been looking for! His heart in his throat, he asked, “Has that ever happened before? I mean, have I ever spanked you in your dreams before?”

“Please don't think I'm crazy,” Dana said hesitantly, “But someone has been spanking me in my dreams for over a year now. Now I know he is you.”

That's when Jim took Dana's hand and explained that he had been having the same dream for about the same period of time. That's what had attracted him to her in the first place, “Besides the fact.” he added, “You're the hottest girl I've ever met. I can't believe you like me. Without the dream, I'd never have introduced myself to you.”

It may sound corny, but that's the moment when Jim and Dana decided that they were truly meant for each other.

Before the evening was over, after reminding him of his promise to help her stay virgin, Dana laid across Jim's lap in the front seat of his car and allowed him his first peak at her bare bottom, which still showed the effects from her paddling and parental spanking.

It was the greatest moment in his young life!


Their love blossomed. High school graduation near, they both applied to the state university. Dana's parents had come to like Jim. But truthfully, Dana and Jim's love was beyond their control, and they were wise enough to see that.

Surprisingly, Dana and Jim stuck to their pledge to keep Dana virgin. That first glimpse of Dana's bottom that Jim had enjoyed on that date wasn't his last however. Dana routinely went over Jim's lap whilst parked in lover's lanes, but lover's lanes aren't private enough for serious spanking.

For her own part, Dana was content to kiss Jim long and deeply. She had allowed him access to her breasts and her bottom, but that was the limit. So far, she hadn't even reached inside Jim's pants, although she often massaged his stiffness from outside them. She had even made him “go off” that way. He hadn't yet petted her to orgasm, but spanking was uppermost on both of their minds anyhow.

So as young lovers do, they plotted their first real assignation. What they planned required a level of privacy that would be difficult to arrange, so they had lots of time to discuss details. Not surprisingly, their plan involved a full enactment of “The Dream”, meaning a real bare-bottom spanking for Dana.

One thing that Dana insisted on was that she have no control over her spanking. “After all,” she argued, “When Daddy spanks me I have no control, so it just wouldn't feel right if I could make you stop. I'll just have to trust you. But please spank me bright red, and until I really cry and struggle.”

Naturally, there were no guarantees that the inexperienced Jim could do a perfect job the first time. Lover's lanes aren't the place for something as loud as a real spanking, but they did essay a few short spankings over the weeks. That at least gave Jim a chance to learn how much force to use, and to learn the feel of his palm striking her bare cheeks.


Finally they got the opportunity they had been waiting for! It would be a Thursday night. Dana's big brother had an evening class, and her parents would take a rare evening out for a show, leaving Dana home alone.

They planned carefully. Jim's car might give him away, so he fixed up his neglected bicycle. It would be an easy bike ride across town.

The big day finally came. After theatrically complaining about her homework, Dana kissed her parents goodbye and then watched them drive away. Then she called Jim's cell phone to summon him. Minutes later, Jim rode up the back alley. He stashed his bicycle behind a hedge in case a stealthy escape were necessary. Dana met him at the back door with a nervous but ardent greeting. As they hugged, she felt his erection. “Remember our deal,” she reminded him, “One of us stays dressed and zipped at all times. Promise?”

“I'm not ready for fatherhood yet,” Jim explained, “But even if I were, I would respect your wishes. You have nothing to fear.”

They hugged again, their hearts literally beating together. And then Dana led him to her bedroom.

Dana had taken some advice from a girlfriend, always a dangerous thing for teens to do where sexual matters are concerned. But in this case, even though it would have horrified Dana's parents, the advice had a certain logic. Dana planned to reduce Jim's sexual tension by “unloading” him.

Jim thought only a spanking was on the agenda, but Dana urged him down on the bed. As you would expect, they “made out” for a few minutes. And then, for the first time ever, Dana unzipped him and gently fished out Jim's rigid male anatomy. This was the first time she had actually touched and seen his penis. Naturally, it was a fascinating sight for the young lady!

Dana had taken an optional “family living” course in school, taught by the school nurse. Although the nurse had stressed the dangers of sex, she had also provided frank information. So when Dana noticed a slight discharge from the end of Jim's penis, she immediately recognized it as “pre-come”, which reminded her of the danger of pregnancy. That reinforced her regard for the nurse's teaching as well as reminded her to be careful.

Jim watched amazed as Dana lubricated his penis with a bit too much baby oil. What happened next was new for both of them. Using both hands, Dana worked inexpertly. Jim kicked, bucked and squirmed almost as if he were being spanked. It didn't take long! Dana was shocked and impressed by the force and quantity of Jim's ejaculation. Remembering that a speck of that goo in the wrong place would ruin her life, she again remembered the nurse's warnings.

The one damp cloth that she had ready wasn't enough, so it took time to get Jim cleaned and zipped. As he recovered, he thanked her profusely and grinned, “That was amazing! Why did you do that?”

“Well, I knew that you would like it. Also, it will 'unload' you for a while to help you keep your pledge.”

“A pledge is a pledge Dana. I won't take your virginity. But wow! I didn't expect that hand job. But now I hope it wasn't the last.”

“Oh no!” Dana replied, “There's more fun ahead. I'll stay virgin, but we can still have fun!”

“Cool” Jim grinned. But then his expression turned somber, “Now shall we deal with our main business?”


Jim sat on the edge of Dana's bed. Dana stood before him, her eyes downcast, but with her stomach seemingly twisting inside her.

She spoke, “I...I...I've been naughty, I deserve to be spanked.

Dana hoped that Jim wouldn't ask about her naughtiness, because it was mostly what she was doing right now!

Jim felt the awkwardness, and shared her nervousness. He thought about lecturing her, but about what? He found the right words. “Are you ready for our dreams to come true?”

Dana nodded, “Yes!” and then continued, “Should I undress or do you wish to do that?”

In answer, he reached out towards her waist. She moved close to facilitate her unveiling.

Dana was dressed for a typical home evening. Freshly showered and barefoot, she wore light slacks and a plain blouse. But underneath were her best bra and panties.

He quickly removed her blouse and slacks, but then caught his breath when he saw her lacy bra and filmy panties. Wisely grasping the greatness of the moment, Jim paused to savor the experience. His hands at her tiny waist, he tenderly kissed her. With his eyes and his lips, he explored her flat tummy, her shallow navel, and the faint trail of silky hair that led down from her navel and disappeared under her panties. The panties were filmy enough to reveal evidence of a thatch of hair down below. His hands roved to cup her buttocks and then down to explore her silky thighs.

His recent release notwithstanding, Jim was again turgid.

He turned her, and then inexpertly unhooked and removed her bra. With her facing him again, he kissed each firm breast. Finally, he lowered her panties and helped her step out.

He caressed her with his eyes. He was sorely tempted to explore the unimaginable treasures hidden by her lowest curls, but he had a spanking to deliver. With a new stern look on his face, he guided her around to his side, and thence across his lap. She went willingly.

From his own experiences with parental discipline, he felt a need to at least state the reason for this spanking, but no logical reason existed. He looked down at a perfect bottom with a deep cleft that he knew led down to unimaginable delights. Looking right yielded a view of her firm, unblemished thighs, while glancing left showed where the top of her cleft gave way to her tiny waist. She had no reason to cry yet, but her shoulders shook slightly, perhaps from tension, fear or emotion?


For the first time ever, Dana lay nude across her boyfriend's lap. This was it! Finally! Her ears rang. Her head rumbled with a stew of conflicting emotions, their sum total powerful enough to make her visibly tremble.

This felt very different from her father's lap. First, her parents would never spank her without a specific and clear reason. But now, Dana felt only a non-specific guilt. In fact, much of that guilt stemmed from wanting to be spanked, and from wanting Jim to do the job!

Can a spanking be sufficient punishment for the “crime” of wanting to be spanked? Dana certainly had no answer to that conundrum, but she knew that this was where she wanted to be.

The second difference between this lap and her father's lap involved that lump she felt right in its middle. The effects from Jim's hand job were wearing off fast!

She felt the first stingy “warmup” spanks patter over her bottom, and used the opportunity to wriggle against that lump, that lump from her dreams!

All too soon, the “warm up” was over, and more serious spanks landed alternately on the meatiest part of her nether cheeks. A familiar sting blossomed. Never before had she welcomed that feeling!

Not wanting to spook Jim into stopping her spanking too soon, Dana tried to absorb the assault quietly, and she managed...for a while anyhow.


Jim enjoyed the color and motion show that was Dana's bottom. As he applied the warm-up spanks, her bottom rippled and colored to a light pink. When he increased the force, each spank flattened a buttock, and then the orb snapped back into shape with a delightful jiggle. Naturally, those harder spanks added color to her bottom.

At first Dana seemed oblivious to her spanking, but inevitably she began to react, first with a side-to-side wiggle as if her bottom were trying to escape his palm, and finally with audible sobs.

Even though he lacked experience, he sensed an imperative to push her over an emotional precipice. So he spanked harder. This quickly got her attention! Dana bucked and squealed. Her legs kicked open, giving him an intimate anatomical peek show.

From there, Jim was totally in control, and Dana had totally “lost it”. She bawled and kicked as he applied the last few spanks to her livid and plunging bottom.

And then it was over! As Jim calmed and soothed the freshly-spanked naked girl on his lap, he had an attack of “spanker's remorse”. Did he go to far? Would she be angry? Did he injure her?

Her actions quickly set his fears to rest.

Once free, the red-bottomed, still-naked, teary-eyed girl climbed into his lap for a final cleansing cry into his shoulder.

Time seemingly stood still as the couple cuddled closer than ever before.

They didn't know it, but the identical thought occupied both their minds;

“Dreams really can come true.”

© Guyspencer 2015

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Ellie's First Time

© Guyspencer 2015
Ellie's First Time

Due to receive her very first spanking today, poor Ellie has been on “pins and needles” for the last three days. The prospect of being spanked left the lady alternately terrified and curious. She wasn't only terrified of the pain of the spanking, but even more terrified that she might act like a baby, or renege altogether on the punishment she had agreed to. At the same time, she was naturally curious about what a spanking would be like and how she would respond. The reason for the delay was that Ellie had a desk job that came with an unyielding government-supplied chair. Waiting until Friday evening for her spanking would give her bottom the weekend to recover before she must again face that hard chair. Still, she wondered if waiting had been a kindness. Perhaps she should have begged him to punish her immediately? Had she been spanked three days ago, it would be over now!

Ellie is a smart, beautiful and well-educated lady. Her one flaw is a tendency to be financially unreliable and impetuous. Before Ellie and Ed had met, Ellie already had piled up an impressive credit card debt. So when Ed took on Ellie, he also took on her debt. Ed's first response had been to relieve the lady of her credit card! Then they spent a lean year devoting every spare dime of their combined income to paying off Ellie's debt.


Both Ed and Ellie are in the military, but according to regulations their love isn't supposed to be. The issue is simple; Ed is an enlisted man, while Ellie is a commissioned officer. In the military, commissioned officers are not supposed to consort with enlisted personnel. So, if Ed and Ellie's relationship were to come to the official notice of the Army brass, bad things would happen. At minimum, it wouldn’t be career enhancing for either of them. Worse, the Army would likely separate them by transferring one or the other to the other side of the world. But even a court-martial was a theoretical possibility.

Although they wanted little more from life than to be allowed to be together, they had decided that marriage must wait. Marriages are a matter of public documentation that could bring their relationship to official notice.

Should he encounter Ellie on the job, Ed would be obliged by military protocol to salute her, to respectfully call her “ma'am, and to obey her every command. But in the privacy of their apartment, Ed and Ellie are a very normal couple. Ed is nominally the dominant partner, but is no “cave man”. Ellie has say in what the couple does, and isn't afraid to speak her mind.

To hide their relationship they never allow themselves to be seen together in uniform, and are cautious about being seen together when in civilian clothing. In fact, their relationship is only possible because Ed and Ellie work for totally different commands on the base, so nobody at Ellie's command knows Ed. Likewise, Ellie is unknown at Ed's command.

Still; Ellie is so striking a woman, that male (and even female) heads swivel whenever whenever she walks by. Buff from his military training, Ed cuts a pretty sexy figure himself! This makes it difficult for them to blend into a crowd, and makes it more likely that someone might remember them, might figure out their forbidden relationship and then possibly “out” them. So the couple spends much time at home together. But they don't mind! Being together and being left alone is exactly what they want from life. Budget allowing, they compensate by weekending away whenever possible.

Ed is about five years older than Ellie, and so is more experienced in many ways. For one thing, thanks to an earlier “spanko” girlfriend, Ed is experienced at spanking. Although he had loved spanking that lady's bottom, he wasn't exactly a dedicated spanko. Early on, he and Ellie had discussed spanking, but Ellie hadn't seemed interested. That disinterest was only a mild disappointment to Ed because Ellie offered other compensations! Quite sexually uninhibited, Ellie provides her man with plenty enough erotic thrills to keep him satisfied.


Since Ed had considered spanking to be a dead issue between him and Ellie, it was a surprise to him when she had brought up the subject. That had happened in the midst of a “discussion” they were having about her credit card. When, after that year of sacrifice, they had finally cleared her debt, Ellie claimed that she had “learned her lesson” and that it was now safe for her to again carry a credit card. But Ed wasn't easily convinced, and had originally said “no”.

Frustrated, Ellie first protested, but then tried negotiating “Since I know it won't be a problem, let's make some definite rules about what I'm allowed to charge.”

“OK, that's a good start,” Ed agreed, “But what happens when you break a rule?”

“That's obvious,” she offered, “I lose the credit card.”

“Oh I agree about taking your card, but that would still leave us in debt,” he pointed out, “There should be some sanction beyond you simply handing the card back.”

“Since we both know that I'm adult enough to control my spending urges now, let's just say that if I overspend you can not only have my credit card, but you also get to spank me?”

“Get to spank you?” he asked, with heavy and sarcastic emphasis on the “get”.

That confused her a bit, so she asked “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Well yes,” he explained, “A punishment spanking hurts and it's a serious thing. If I were to give you one of those it would be a duty, not some sort of pleasure.”

“As I recall,” he continued, “Your parents never spanked you. Right?”

“No,” she admitted, “but that doesn't matter, because I'm not going to abuse my credit card, so my bottom will remain quite safe, thank you.”

Although Ellie didn't really want to hear it, Ed insisted on describing what a punishment spanking would be like. It would be bare bottom, and would continue beyond the point where she wanted it to stop, and she would have no control over her punishment. Should she actually earn a spanking, Ed promised to spank her to tears and then beyond. Further, Ed insisted that Ellie must not expect, request, nor accept anything less than her full punishment.

Given Ellie's belief that her days of irresponsible spending were truly behind her, she accepted everything that Ed said. Convinced that Ellie was truly serious about never again abusing her credit card, they shook on the deal. After agreeing on some written rules, rules that included an overt “spanking clause”, Ed ceremoniously handed over her credit card. Ellie accepted with a satisfied smile, favoring Ed with a deep kiss.


This is a spanking story, so you've probably already guessed where this is going! Sure enough, Ellie went several months without the slightest trouble. To her credit, it was by far the longest that Ellie had ever held a credit card without going into debt. Her Waterloo came when her favorite clothing store had a “going out of business” sale. Ellie knew the proprietors, felt sorry for them and wanted to help. Perhaps Ellie could still have avoided disaster if they hadn't been offering such great prices!

At first, she only bought one outfit. Ellie had a monthly budget for personal items, so that wouldn't have been a problem. But then she saw some new stuff that wasn't even on the shelves yet. When they offered Ellie a very special deal on several outfits, she lost it!

The next day, when she came to her senses, she realized that her purchases were nonreturnable. In fact, doubly nonreturnable because she simply couldn't have hurt those nice people. Ellie could have temporarily hidden her monetary indiscretion, but that would have made things worse. So she had to swallow her pride and confess. So that evening she sat Ed down, and managed to hold her tears back almost to the end of her confession. Her voice trembled as she finished with the words, “So I'm ready for my spanking now sir. And naturally, you get my credit card.” Since it reminded them both of their military status, Ellie seldom called Ed “sir”. But in this situation, it seemed natural to both of them.

His response was wise, “Yes, I'll take that card, but let's wait on your spanking. I'm upset just now, so I need to calm down before I punish you. In the meantime, let's figure out a plan to get us out of debt again.”

Ed's caution was wise. Over the next day he thought of that hard office chair at Ellie's desk. He didn't want any questions raised by her squirming, and he certainly didn't want her punishment to conflict with her job performance, so he announced that her spanking would wait until Friday evening. She greeted that news with mixed emotion, but accepted both the wisdom of his thinking and the notion that it was his decision to make.


Waiting for punishment was a whole new experience for Ellie, one that she could have happily done without. One way that she pushed it from her mind was by staying busy at work. Unfortunately when she was home with the person who intended to carry out her spanking, it was impossible to forget. One thing was sure, Ella wouldn't whine, wouldn't appeal to Ed's pity, and wouldn't beg for respite. She had agreed to this spanking. In fact, the whole thing had been her idea. She had even insisted! So the lady was commendably determined to take her medicine.

One laudable thing about Ellie is that she is neither a mysterious person nor a brooder. When something was on her mind, she almost always shared it with Ed. So as Ellie thought up questions or issues about her coming punishment, her response was to simply ask him. Always when discussing her coming spanking, Ellie set the proper submissive tone by using “sir”.

So Ed had to field several interesting questions over the next few days:

“Will I get any certain number of spanks sir?”
“No Honey. It's hard to explain, but I'll know when you've been spanked enough to have learned your lesson. I guarantee that you'll want me to stop long before I actually do!”

“Sir, will I have bruises?”
“I honestly don't know, but I hope not. Everybody is different, it depends on your skin. I'll spank your bottom bright red though. Most of that will go away overnight, but marks may remain.”

“Will you use a paddle or a belt on me sir?”
“Just my hand will do. At least for this time”

“Will you enjoy it sir?”
He sucked air through his teeth at that question! “I'm actually glad you asked, but the answer isn't simple. You see, I love you! So intellectually, I have no desire you cause you pain. But there is a part of my body that isn't very intellectual.

She grinned, “you mean...”

“Yes,” he said, “That! Think of it this way. While I'm spanking you, you will be naked atop my groin and you will have my full attention. Your buns will be be putting on a hell of a show whilst the rest of you is giving me the most energetic lap dance ever. When you think of it that way, how could expect any man to not be aroused?

“I think I understand,” she admitted, “You're saying that you will have mixed emotions.”

“True,” Ed agreed, “But I intend to do a good job. You can expect a memorable spanking! However, don't worry about being injured. Sane spanking is a very safe thing.”

The questions continued through Thursday evening. Ed didn't mind. He recognized them as Ellie's way of dealing with this new stressful situation. There was no reason to keep her punishment a mystery to her.

After work the next Friday, they shared supper preparations as usual. Ed could tell that Ellie was nervous! She tried to cut some vegetables, but was so uncoordinated that he gently took the paring knife away from her, afraid that she might fumble and hurt herself.

He wrapped his arms around her and spoke soothingly, “It's OK Ellie. We both know why you're nervous. You'll learn a hard lesson tonight, but you'll survive. Goodness knows, I was spanked enough growing up. I hated it, but they were good for me.”

“Ed,” she replied, “My biggest fear is that I'm going to act like a baby. So don't feel sorry for me, and just give me what I've earned. But if I beg you to stop, or to ease up, just ignore me, OK sir?”

“Bet on it Honey,” he replied, “I love you, but you're going to receive a serious spanking. It's OK to cry. In fact, I guarantee you will shed the most honest tears of your life! You'll hate it, but once it's over, that's it. Then you'll know that you've been properly punished and totally forgiven. Also, you should have no trouble forgiving yourself. That's the advantage of a spanking. It settles everything quickly.”

Her arms still tightly around him she asked, “OK sir, this contrite lady has just one last question to ask. When does it happen?”

“At bedtime.”

She processed his answer before saying, “OK, but sooner is better. Waiting is hell.”

“You need time to digest supper.” he replied, “But yes, bedtime might come a bit early tonight.”

He added with a thoughtful grin, “You know, I've never spanked a commissioned officer before.”

Ellie smiled at the incongruity, “But you've done many other interesting things with this particular commissioned officer.”

Ed smiled, “Yes I sure have, but those intimacies have been enjoyable things and I hope they continue forever. I hope not to repeat your spanking.”

They hugged.


It was his only concession regarding her punishment: A bit after eight, nearly two hours early, Ed agreed that they could prepare for bed.

In the second year of their relationship, intercourse was no longer a daily event for Ed and Ellie. But still, the couple was constantly intimate via little daily rituals. Among these was that Ed undressed Ellie every night. Tonight would be no different.

As usual, he sat on the edge of the bed and Ellie stood before him to be undressed. Realizing that today was different, because she was being undressed not only for her shower and bedtime, but also for her spanking, Ellie broke the tension with a theatrical put-on of a childish pout. They smiled, and kissed. Starting with her shoes, Ed methodically undressed his woman. As he worked, there were kisses, caresses, and even frank gropes. When naked except for her bra, she turned to present her bra strap. Ignoring the bra for a moment, he addressed her buttocks, kneading, patting, and finally kissing each nether globe. When he finally released her bra, she did a military about face so he could kiss each nipple and then give his naked darling her pre-shower embrace.

Then Ed quickly undressed whilst Ellie started the shower. Soon they were soaping each other.

It was normal for Ed to be somewhat erect at times like this, but today his manhood stood rigid. Ellie naturally noticed. Showing her usual lack of sexual inhibition, she dropped to her knees. Oblivious to the water streaming off her head, she grabbed the object of interest and ran her tongue around its head. Ed's knees felt like rubber! To remove any doubt as to her intentions, she took him briefly deep in her mouth before looking up to say innocently, “May I fix this little problem for you sir?”.

He was tempted! But he somehow felt that it wasn't right to accept such a favor from a lady whom he was about to seriously spank. Further, Ed remembered that “mellow” mood that a guy feels right after an orgasm. He worried that post-coital lassitude would interfere with his duty to properly punish Ellie. So regretfully, Ed told Ellie to “save it until later”, although he was privately afraid that sex wouldn't be an option after Ellie's spanking. If not, after all this stimulation and no relief, Ed could expect a very uncomfortable night. Perhaps even a case of the dreaded “blue balls”!

Ed stepped from the shower whilst Ellie shampooed her golden tresses. It somehow didn't seem decent to spank her while he was nude, so after drying himself he donned pajamas. When Ellie emerged dripping from the shower, Ed tenderly dried her body with a large towel as Ellie dried her hair with a smaller towel.

She looked at his pajamas, not missing the tent at his crotch, “Should I wear something?”

“No,” Ed answered, “Your birthday suit will do.”


Then Ellie looked Ed directly in the eyes. It was a look that Ed had never seen before! It expressed fear, contrition, determination and bravery all at once. “Sir,” she said softly, “I'm ready for my punishment”.

“OK Ellie, grab your pillow and go into the living room.”

Ed grabbed a fresh towel, moistened a wash cloth, and then followed Ellie.

They lived on the top floor of a three story walk-up apartment building. Nobody could peer into their windows, but Ed had already closed the curtains anyhow. The last thing that Ed and Ellie wanted was to call attention to themselves. That's why the pillow! Their neighbors were mostly young couples. The walls were thin, so sounds traveled. It was normal to hear music, couples arguing, and couples making love. They had even heard a few spankings! So a few spanking sounds escaping their apartment wouldn't be noticed. Somebody shrieking in pain however, would be different! So Ed instructed Ellie to use her pillow to muffle any loud noises she might make.

By now, she was shivering from tension. Ed took her in his arms. “It's OK honey. Very shortly your spanking will be history. But it must hurt or we're just wasting our time. Please forgive me when it's over. I will certainly forgive you!”

Ellie's eyes brimmed with tears, “Honey you sacrificed to help me pay my bills, and then I screwed up again. I deserve whatever you give me! So I won't be mad at you.”
Ed had planned to deliver a pre-spanking lecture, but Ellie had proven that her head was already in the right place, so he simply patted his lap. Sadly, the shapely, naked lady bent over and allowed herself to be guided into position, her torso supported by the couch, her face in the pillow, her arms wrapped around it, and her toes dug into the carpet. He reached under her to adjust himself to get her weight off his rigid manhood. His heart thumping wildly, Ed looked down at Ellie's perfect, unblemished bottom.

This traditional position presented Ellie's bottom perfectly. It was high on Ed's right thigh, her already-firm bottom tightened by her bent-over position. Ellie kept her body military-lean, but leanness couldn't hide her feminine curves.

And then he started, “pinking up” her bottom with spanks that barely stung. She wriggled her bottom, but obviously not from pain.

“Don't get hopeful,” he warned, “this is just a warmup. Hard spanks are coming!”

She nodded.

When he had painted a satisfactory patina to her bottom with those light slaps, he moved on to more serious spanks. After a few tries, he found the correct force to apply, just hard enough to build into a maddening sting, but without bruising. Ellie quickly reacted, wriggling urgently, as if trying to fan her increasingly hot bottom. At first she spoke, apologizing for overspending and reacting spontaneously to the harder spanks. Gradually, words left her. Her shoulders shook with sobs, and she merely screeched or grunted at the hardest spanks. Obediently she used the pillow to muffle her voice and absorb her tears. Ed implacably spanked on, his blows maddeningly unpredictable. Soon Ellie openly bawled, and then her voice shrilled as the sting built.

No conscious male could have ignored the show that Ellie bottom put on. Ed certainly didn't! Ellie's firm nether cheeks rippled and jiggled with each blow as their color morphed under Ed's ministrations. As predicted, Ellie was giving Ed an urgent horizontal lap dance as she wriggled, twisted and kicked, all of which contributed to the dazzling show. As Ellie’s legs kicked and scissored with increasing urgency, she showed him her most intimate parts. Naturally Ed had seen it all before, but this view of Ellie's intimacies was from a new perspective! Hands busy hugging that pillow, she never reached back. As Ellie's contortions became urgent, he used his left arm to hold her firmly in place.

Finally, Ed decided it was time to bring Ellie's punishment to a close.

He wasn't quite done, but he paused to ask, “Am I getting through to you Ellie?”


After waiting so long, it was a relief to finally put myself over Ed lap. I hope he didn't notice how turned on I was! I've never felt a mixture of emotions like that. Besides being aroused, I was sad, scared, and embarrassed, but also glad to “get it over”. It's hard to explain, but across Ed's lap I felt safe and loved, almost childlike. In a way the event was even more intimate than having sex with Ed. Isn't that strange?

The first part of the spanking barely hurt. In fact, it made me as hot as Ed! (There's no hiding it, Ed was majorly aroused.) But then his spanks got harder and the sting started to build. I held out as long as I could, but soon I was doing the things that people do when they are being spanked. Yes, I was crying, apologizing, whining, kicking, squirming, and probably more. I couldn't believe the sting! And it seemed to never stop! By then, I was no longer thinking about being aroused, but I wasn't thinking about not being aroused either. That sting just filled my brain and crowded out everything else! Yes, even crowded out something as basic as sex.

Finally, after seemingly spanking me for hours, I realized that he had stopped.

He spoke to me, and insisted that I answer. Finally I managed to “get” what he was saying, “Am I getting through to you Ellie?” I nodded hard! Yes, he was getting through to me! In fact, that spanking had transported my head to a place where it had really needed to go. After accepting this spanking I knew that all would be forgiven between me and Ed. But also important, I would be able to forgive myself!

But I was starting to understand that it wasn't yet over!

When I finally satisfied Ed that he was “getting through to me”, he explained that there was still spanking to come. This was bad news! But my determination to accept my punishment still remained. Then he shifted my position. At first, I was clueless why he did that, because I was still across his lap, but then I realized that my legs were restrained!

“Hug the pillow,” he commanded, “This will hurt, but then it's over.”

That was a puzzler, because my bottom already hurt. How could it get worse?

Still, I obeyed with a groan.

I felt him grip me tightly, and then my bottom erupted in impossible pain as a flurry of fast and hard spanks rained down on my bottom. Desperately, I hugged the pillow to muffle my screeches! I must have fought, bucked and twisted, but was totally helpless. By the time he stopped, I was winded and weak, but it was finally over. I had survived my first spanking!

The moment I had my screeching under control, he helped me up. Some folks do a “spanked brat” dance at that point, but I just wanted to crawl into Ed's lap, hug him tight, and cry on his firm shoulder! A moment ago, Ed had seemed like an implacable authority figure, but now he was totally different. He gently and patiently held me as I cried the poisonous guilt from my system.

When my tears finally abated, Ed led me to bed. He laid me down, produced a jar of cream, and then spoke soothingly as he so-gently rubbed soothing salve into my outraged bottom. I allowed myself a few last tears as Ed rubbed away the sting in my buttocks. The poor man must have been terribly horny, but he made no advances, devoting himself to my aftercare.

Then something unexpected happened. I was hit by a tsunami wave of arousal!

Thinking back, I must have remained physically aroused throughout my punishment. Probably the sensations of my spanking temporarily masked any thoughts of sex, despite my arousal. Imagine a huge wind holding back a wall of water. When that salve took away the worst of my sting, there was nothing to hold back my arousal! My hands snaked into Ed's pajama bottoms to claim the object of my suddenly desperate desire. Naturally, it was already rigid and ready. No longer seeing a reason to hold himself back, Ed responded with understandable alacrity. Perhaps I tore off his pajamas or perhaps he helped, but they were soon gone! In seconds there was nothing between us and nothing holding us back.

Our passions mutually inflamed, our first coupling was quick and urgent. We briefly fumbled to find a position that worked for my sore bottom, ending up on our sides. Afterwards, oblivious to the heat and sweat of our bodies, we hugged tightly. When our breathing finally slowed, we dosed briefly.

The second time was different, different than it had ever been before! At Ed's urging, I was on top. That worked far better for my sore bottom, but the position itself wasn't important. This time was slower, more complete, and we each made sure that the other received satisfaction. But more importantly, this was more than just our bodies melding together. Sex with us had always been good, but this time I felt our bodies and souls also unite in a whole new way. What was the difference? Whatever it was, I liked it!

Afterwards we slept, or perhaps we passed out?

I woke him in the middle of the night in a way that was sure to both please him and make him ready for our third union of the night. The result was sleepy, dreamy, fuzzy sex that I wished could go on forever.

Ed awoke the next morning with a raging “morning glory” erection. This time he totally lead our encounter, doing so masterfully. After it was over, we both felt like the cat who ate the canary. We hadn't had a night like that since the first hormone-filled weeks of our relationship! We had to shower before breakfast to wash the sex off of our bodies.

Never had I felt closer to this man, what was the difference?


We dried each other off and donned robes. Working together, we made breakfast and then sat together enjoying the afterglow from our amazing night.

Then I apologized to Ed. No, I didn't apologize for my spending, I had been punished and already forgiven for that! I apologized for not listening that day when he had tried to talk about spanking. So that opened the door for a discussion about “fun” spankings. He explained how a bit of role play along with a mild spanking could be a huge turn-on for a couple. That 's something I want to try! (Well, after my bottom heals.) We didn't specifically discuss punishment spankings, but somehow I knew that last night wouldn't be my last. As long as Ed is fair, I have no problem with that.

And I finally figured out what the difference is!

You see, I will never be Ed's “yes girl” and certainly never his doormat. I will always have a mind of my own. But last night I surrendered control to Ed in a way I never have before, and I truly liked that feeling.

So what's the difference? Our life together has always been good, but now for the first time ever I finally feel like Ed's wife. And that's a great feeling!

© Guyspencer 2015