Fantasy Friday - Corner Time Blues

I’m so happy to be able to bring you another Fantasy Friday today! For those of you who may be new, Fantasy Friday is your chance to write a story for all of us to enjoy and I’ll post it here for you if you’re willing. Everyone is invited to participate and I personally feel everyone reading here has at least one Fantasy Friday story in them.

Rosie Jones is writing for us again today. She was inspired to write another for us because her husband really enjoyed her writing and encouraged her to go for it. She did a great job! Please enjoy…

Corner Time Blues

Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the waterspout

Down came the rain and washed poor Wincy out

Out came the sunshine and dried up all the rain

So Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the spout again...

The childhood rhyme ran through Lauren’s head as she watched the spider crawl up and down the space between the ceiling and picture rail, scuttling back up to safety every time she blinked. Stupid thing, she wasn’t in a position to do it any harm, standing there in the corner with her hands on her head. It had been a welcome distraction, allowing her to avoid thinking about why she was actually standing there, jeans around her ankles and knickers round her thighs. She’d tried playing a game, awarding herself points each time she’d managed to move a tiny bit away from the wall without being caught. It helped that she had good hearing, timing her movements with the clicks on Dominic’s keyboard, knowing his eyes would be on his screen. She had done pretty well until a bare toe caught in the hem of her jeans, causing her belt buckle to jingle and give her away. That accounted for the bright red handprint on her right buttock.

Her arms ached and she brought them down to her sides. She knew that wouldn’t pass without notice but they felt as if they were about to fall off and she was willing to risk another smack to gain a small respite.

“Lauren, hands back on your head.”

“Oh, but sir, my arms are tired...”

“No buts, I told you the corner time clock re-started when you played your silly game. Do we need to start over a second time?”

“No, sir.”

Sir! She had baulked at that at first. It made her want to click her heels and say, “Yes, sir, no sir, three bags full, sir!”  She wasn’t that foolish and had given in to his demand, which he had insisted upon during discipline to reinforce his authority and define their respective roles.

Sighing, she replaced her hands on her head. The spider had disappeared and she made a mental note to clear away the cobwebs it had left behind. With nothing else to distract her she had no excuse to avoid thinking about what brought her to the corner. The truth was, she didn’t want to think about why she was going to be spanked. She was so ashamed and knew she deserved the punishment she was going to get.

It had all started so well, with an invitation to the annual summer ball held by the company Dominic worked for. It was a black tie affair in a swanky hotel, no expense spared. Lauren had bought a new outfit and was a picture of elegance when she entered the lobby on Dominic’s arm. Guests were greeted by the senior partner and directed to an anteroom, where champagne and canapés awaited them. Dinner was exquisite, with a different wine to accompany each course. A well-known band provided the music to dance to and Lauren was in her element; she loved to dance. Dominic was not a keen dancer, so they went back to their table after a while. He soon got into conversation with a colleague, whose wife suggested she and Lauren should take a stroll round the grounds as they were all lit up and looked spectacular. Gina picked up a bottle of champagne from the table and told Lauren to bring the glasses. And that’s where it all went wrong.

Lauren and Gina sat on a bench in front of a magnificent fountain, chatting away like old friends and quaffing the wine, until they

realised they both needed to visit the powder room. There was a queue and Lauren leant against a wall to wait her turn. She wasn’t used to champagne, it seemed innocuous to her, like lemonade with a bit of a kick, so she wasn’t prepared to find herself sliding slowly onto the floor, feeling quite sick as the alcohol finally hit her. She didn’t remember much after that. She knew Gina had helped her into a cubicle but had rebuffed her offer of further aid, locking the door behind her and refusing all appeals to come out. At her wit’s end, Gina had no option but to fetch Dominic to get his wife out. He knocked on the cubicle door and asked if Lauren was okay and she answered, “Ye-es,” in a singsong voice. He told her to open the door, to which her response was, “No-oh,” in the same tone. Watched by a curious throng of women, he got her out by climbing over the partition and unlocking the door from the inside.

The next hurdle had been getting Lauren out of the building without it being obvious what state she was in. Gina fetched Lauren’s wrap and, between them, she and Dominic led Lauren down the stairs, Gina hissing at her to smile at another of the partners, who was seeing the revellers off.

The hangover lasted the whole of the next day. Dominic was solicitous but made it quite clear that she was in for the spanking of her life when she recovered and now it was time for the reckoning.

Closing his laptop, Dominic told Lauren to remove her jeans and knickers and come over to him. He stood her between his knees and asked her why she was being punished.

“I’m so sorry I made such a fool of myself, I didn’t realise how much I’d had to drink. I let you down, Dom, and I let myself down too. I’m so ashamed.”

Dominic led her over to the sofa, leaning her over the back, with her hands on the seat. She heard him pulling off his belt and wondered how she was ever going to get through this. She had been punished before but knew this was going to be a barnburner. There was no lecture; he’d already said all he needed to say and he started straight in, with no warm up. In no time, her bottom and thighs were a fiery red and she was wracked with hiccupping sobs. Dominic helped her up, holding her until her tears subsided, then sent her back to the corner, forbidden to rub the sting from her blazing bottom.

Lauren made no protest at being sent back to the corner, she wasn’t going to be able to sit for a long time anyway. She had some company; the stupid spider was back.

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Rosie, thank you again. You did a great job! Now it's time for everyone else to give it a shot. I'm talking to you lurkers too! I've met many of my good friends out here when they sent me a FF story. You can send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com