This is a special Friday for me. I’m heading off for a weekend in a nearby resort town all by myself. I think you all know how much I love Nick, but this is still a weekend I look forward too. I used to do this ever time a Harry Potter book came out so that I could finish it in one weekend. With no more Potter books on the horizon I just take this weekend to do some of my own writing. The weather should be great. I’m not positive of Internet service, but that won’t stop me from writing. Now before I take off we have this weeks Fantasy Friday and it’s on I know you’ll enjoy.
This story is from Celeste Jones. It's an exert from her latest book. Here is a little more information from Celeste.
Many of my stories involve lawyers because…well, I am one. I hope you won’t hold that against me. I know many of your readers are just starting to explore writing. If anyone would like suggestions or advice, I’d be happy to do what I can to offer support and encouragement. I’m even starting a series of posts on my blog about my writing process, so I hope you’ll stop by and see what you think. A few weeks ago I read a Tweet about a woman driving to work without her underwear because her dom ordered it. The idea of going without underwear was so sexy and naughty that it intrigued me and inspired Underwear Probation.
Celeste has provide some links that are at the bottom so that you can find her books. If they aren't working here please go by her blog for more information. Now, please enjoy...
From, Underwear Probation
“I'm sorry, Reece, really I am.” Daisy pleaded with her husband. Unfortunately for her, he couldn’t see the desperation in her eyes because she was ass over tea kettle across his lap receiving a spanking and the only thing she could see were the dust bunnies under the bed.
The warmth in her rear end spread across both her cheeks. Reece was busy administering his head of household duties.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re sorry about your behavior, or just sorry that you got caught.”
Since getting caught is what caused her to be over her husband’s knee, Daisy wisely chose not to answer that question and swiftly moved to more pleading.
“You know I'm sorry, Reece. I was just in a big hurry and it’s not like they won’t get their toll money. Just give me the letter and I’ll pay it.” She looked over her shoulder at him with hope in her eyes. “See? End of problem. All I have to do is send in the amount of the toll and a two dollar processing fee, that’s not such a big deal. It’s not like I got a speeding ticket or caused an accident.”
“The problem isn’t paying the toll.” Reece emphasized his point with a couple of stinging swats to the tops of her thighs.
If you ask me, Daisy thought, the problem is the burning in my ass. Again, wisely, she held her tongue.
Daisy’s punishment finished with a swift crack to the center of her heart shaped ass. She felt his hands raise her up to stand in front of him as he continued to reprimand her. “You drove through the PayPass lane on the highway without a PayPass account. Why would you do something like that?”
Daisy looked at the floor. The short curls of her blonde hair fell across her face. Her small voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. “There was a long line at the cash only booth. You know how I hate lines.”
“It seems to me,” Reece raised her chin and forced her to look at him, “that you hate rules.”
“Who likes rules?”
Reece raised his eyebrows. Daisy looked into her husband’s face and even though she was piqued about being punished, she still marveled at his handsomeness. As he spoke, she admired his soft lips and even white teeth. “Rules, reasonable ones at least, are meant to help us all behave better.” The corners of the mouth she’d been admiring turned up in a small smile. “I can’t imagine that you think your behavior is always beyond reproach.”
Though she’d never admit it, Daisy had thought “suckers” when she zipped by the long line of cars waiting for the cash only toll booth. She’d done the same thing last month but managed to intercept the letter from the DMV before Reece saw it. It was simply bad luck that Reece had gotten home, and checked the mail, before her.
“Oh come on,” Daisy was impatient with this whole conversation. “Don’t you think you’re over-reacting?”
Reece’s brown eyes grew darker. Usually this happened as the result of passion, but these were not his bedroom eyes.
Instead of responding to Daisy’s accusation Reece dug through the drawers of his dresser.
Maybe he just wants to change his clothes, Daisy thought, with faint optimism.
Her optimism disappeared when Reece pulled out a leather binder. She knew what it held: the domestic discipline contract.
Daisy’s heart sunk and formed a hard pit in her stomach.
Reece flipped over a few pages then pointed to a paragraph. “Read this.”
Daisy’s gaze ran over the lines.
“Daisy agrees that in order to improve her behavior in the following areas, Reece shall be authorized to impose rules upon her and to discipline her when the rules are broken. Daisy agrees that Reece is a loving and wise man and she trusts his decisions with regard to when an infraction has occurred and what the appropriate discipline shall be.”
Daisy looked up at the end of the paragraph.
Reece nodded. “Keep reading.”
1. Disrespect of self, husband or others.
2. Actions which show a lack of maturity.
3. Failure to follow rules.”
“You can stop now. I think breaking the first three rules is sufficient.”
Daisy opened her mouth to protest but closed it before speaking. She had nothing to say in her defense.
Reece flipped to the back of the leather binder which contained a calendar with black X’s marking the times Daisy had been punished.
“Tomorrow would be two whole weeks without a spanking.”
“I've been trying so hard, haven't I?” She looked to her husband for reassurance.
“Yes, you have and I'm proud of you. When we first started this little experiment in behavior modification, it seems like you were going over my knee almost every day. And now, just a few months into it, you've made it almost two weeks without a spanking.”
“Almost.” Daisy lowered her eyes.
Reece’s gentle fingers touched her chin and she raised her face to look at him. “I know you're disappointed,” his dark eyes held her gaze, “but can you honestly say that you didn't deserve to be punished for what you did?”
“N-no.” Daisy bit her lip and wrung her hands like a repentant child. “I'm just so mad at myself. I should have waited in line like everyone else. Plus I didn't make my two week mark. If I'd been paying attention, I would have known I was breaking the rules and none of this would have happened. I really thought I was doing better.”
“Maybe we need to up the ante a little bit so that your attention doesn’t wander.”
Alarm thundered through Daisy. “Up the ante?”
“Ah, my pet,” Reece slanted his eyes at his wife. “Tomorrow you will be on underwear probation.”
“No, Reece, please.”
“You said yourself that if you’d been paying attention, you would have behaved better. I want the feel of your clothes on your bare ass to remind you all day long that I expect you to live up to my expectations of you and to behave like a lady.”
Daisy grabbed the edge of the dresser and bent herself over. “Just go ahead and spank me now. You can even use a spatula or wooden spoon. Just get it over with.”
The sly smile that crossed Reece's face made Daisy's stomach do strange things. “Oh no,” he said. “I'm starting to like this idea.”
Thank you so much for writing for us Celeste! I'm sure every one will be by your site and off to buy your books soon.
Celeste says, I started writing spanking stories for Discipline and Desire about 8 years ago---at my mother’s suggestion. Those short stories were made into my short story collection, The Long Arm of the Law. After that, life and other distractions halted my writing, but about a year ago I started again. Since then, I’ve started a blog and published two books from my other writings at Discipline and Desire, Legal Briefs: Over the Knee Justice and Twenty One Days to a Better Attitude. My big news is that I self-published a book just a couple weeks ago, Underwear Probation. I even made the cover myself (No, that’s not my butt. J)
There is a special event coming up on Fantasy Friday for the next several weeks, but after that I will be looking for more and more stories. So start writing folks! Send any stories to firstname.lastname@example.org