Fantasy Friday Revival - 'I said you be sorry...'

Happy Friday! I love today's story and I love the writer - it's one of our favorites, Ronnie from Heart and Soul. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. For now please enjoy...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~o~

Thank you so much Ronnie! I love your writing and I love having it here for Fantasy Friday. 

And come on everyone! I'm sure some of your imaginations have been working overtime these days.  Please, write your story. Do it for you and then if you're willing share it with us. elisspeaks@yahoo.com