Fantasy Friday - Texting while Driving

I told you I'd pop back in if I got any new Fantasy Fridays and I got one. I got this one from Adrienne. She says...

My name is Adrienne. I've been married to my hubby Jeremiah for almost 12 years.  We have two sweet kiddos.  I've had a variety of professions, but right now I'm a teacher at my kids' school. :)  This story was written specifically for my hubby and I decided you folks might enjoy it too. Thanks for reading!

Texting While Driving

Rebecca was on her way home from work for her normal date night with her husband Mark. She smiled thinking about the evening they had planned. She had already laid out her outfit: her little black dress, skimpy lacy black panties, and super high spiky heels. She knew the combo would drive Mark mad. On Friday evenings, Mark’s mother and father picked the grandkids up at the daycare and kept them overnight, affording Rebecca and Mark an uninterrupted evening together once a week. Rebecca felt blessed to have such wonderful in-laws who would care for her little ones and allow the young married couple some time alone.

While sitting at a stop light, Rebecca remembered that she had not included her toddler’s antibiotic in his overnight bag. Quickly, she spoke a text message into her phone informing her mother-in-law where she could find Mikey’s medicine. Before she was able to proofread the message, the light turned green. With one eye on the phone and one eye on the road, Rebecca tried to proofread the message while accelerating from the light. After a few seconds, she was satisfied with the message and hit send.

When she arrived home, her husband had not yet arrived. She quickly ran up the stairs and shed her work clothing, careful to place it in the hamper so that Mark would not be upset with her. She clipped her hair to the top of her head and jumped in the shower. As she quickly shaved her legs, she heard Mark coming into the bedroom. “Hi, Honey! I’ll be out in a minute,” she called.

Stepping out of the shower, Rebecca toweled off, then put on her robe and headed into the bedroom to greet her husband. Entering the room, she went to her dresser and grabbed the brush, taking the clip out of her hair and beginning to brush it as she said, “How was your day, Hun?”

Mark came up behind her and craned his neck to kiss her cheek. “I had a pretty good day. I was really looking forward to getting home and having our date. But, then I got a call from my mom about Mikey’s medicine.”

“Oh, is she coming over to get it?”
“No, I told her that we would drop it off on our way to dinner.”
“Okay,” Rebecca answered.
“She said you sent her a text message about it at 5:45.”
“That sounds about right.”
“Weren’t you driving home at that time?” Mark asked suspiciously.
Rebecca shrugged. “Well, yes, but I wrote the text at a stop light,” she answered. Mark turned Rebecca around to look him in the eye. “So you were not moving at

all until after you sent the text?”
Rebecca stood very still. She couldn’t lie to Mark. If he found out that she had

lied, she would be in trouble, but more than that, she hated lying. She tried hard to avoid

doing it, even taking it to the extreme of not telling her children about Santa or the Easter Bunny because she would be lying to them. She had to tell the truth. “I had just started moving when I hit send.”

“So, you were texting and driving?” Mark asked, obviously unhappy. Rebecca swallowed hard. “Sort of.”
“What is the rule, Rebecca?”
“That I cannot text while the car is moving, I mean, if I’m driving,” she said,

avoiding his eyes.
“Why do we have that rule?” Mark asked.
“Because if I’m paying attention to my phone, I’m not paying attention to the road

and someone could get hurt,” she answered very quietly.
“Did anyone get hurt today?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Good,” Mark said, but he didn’t sound happy. He used his index finger to tip her

chin up so he could look into her eyes. “Is there any guarantee that someone won’t be hurt the next time you disobey the rule?”

“No,” she admitted.
“So, what do we need to do about it?”
Rebecca trembled. She knew it was a rhetorical question. The correct answer was

“spank Rebecca,” but she did not want to get spanked tonight. They would miss their dinner reservations and perhaps the off-Broadway show that her husband had bought tickets for months ago. “I know I’ve earned a punishment, Mark, but can we do it later? I don’t want to ruin our evening.”

Mark put his arms around his wife and pressed a kiss to her temple. In truth, he would rather not punish her tonight, but he forced himself to remember that her safety was far more important than dinner, a show, or date night. “Rebecca, I don’t want to miss our special evening, but I don’t think we can put this off. Texting and driving is serious. It can cause someone to be hurt or killed. It is my job to keep you safe and that’s far more important than our date.”

Rebecca sagged and felt tears starting to pool in her eyes. She hated being punished. She hated ruining their special evening. Why hadn’t she waited to send the message? She laid her forehead on Mark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mark. I know you’ve been looking forward to this evening.”

Mark gently pushed her back enough that he could reach down and untie the knot in the robe’s belt then tug the robe off her shoulders. She set the brush down and straightened her arms so that the robe would come off unhindered. Once she was unclothed, her husband kissed her lips. When he broke the kiss, he said, “I love you,

Sweet Girl, and I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve. Go stand in the corner.”

Rebecca whispered, “Yes, sir.” She turned and headed for the punishment corner, the corner of her bedroom behind the hamper. She moved the hamper aside and touched her nose to the corner where the two walls met. Her tears began to fall in earnest. She was not upset with Mark, but with herself. She had known better than to use her phone while she was driving. Now she was not only ruining her evening, but her husband’s as well. After several minutes, she heard the timer on her husband’s phone trill.

Mark shut off the timer, then spoke. “Rebecca,” Mark said, sounding stern, “please come here and lean over the end of the bed.”

A shiver moved through her abdomen as Rebecca moved to obey her husband. Mark had been spanking her for the entire eight years that they had been married. He was always firm, but fair and kind. She knew he would not harm her, but she also knew his spankings hurt.

She reached the bed and laid her torso on it, so that her hips hit right at the edge of the bed and her legs bent down and away from the bed. She shivered again, this time only partly from fear, but also from cold as the ceiling fan blew directly down on her bare skin, still a little damp from her shower. A moment later she realized that Mark had flipped off the switch, causing the fan to slow to a stop.

She heard the unmistakable sound of leather being slid out of belt loops and the jingle of the belt buckle as the belt was folded in half to make a spanking strap. From experience, Rebecca knew that Mark had clenched the buckle in his hand and wrapped the leather around his fist so as to keep the buckle from accidentally striking her.

Mark spoke again, “Rebecca, tell me why you’re getting a spanking.”

Rebecca whispered, “Because I was texting and driving and putting myself and others in danger.”

“I’ve had to punish you for this before, haven’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
“So, your punishment tonight is going to be harsher than usual because we

obviously haven’t gotten this lesson across yet. I expect you to be still and take your spanking like a good girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If we can get this spanking done without interruptions of kicking feet and the like, we should still be able to make our show, okay?”

Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded. She braced herself for the first spank. Mark brought his arm down and the belt made a slapping sound across her bottom and left a slight red line. The second lick was slappy and stingy and brought tears to

Rebecca’s eyes. Four more just like it fell across her bottom causing her to yelp and waggle her bottom. She again heard Mark’s stern voice behind her, "Hold still, Rebecca."

She stilled her bottom and waited for the next stroke. Instead there came six in quick succession, whack, crack, crack, slap, crack, slap! Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat as Mark lit up her back end. "Oww! ow ow ow ow ow!!!" Again the belt lashed, this time catching her just underneath the curve of her bottom where the thigh connects to the buttocks. She raised up off the bed with a loud yelp. Mark waited for her to return to her correct position, which she did a moment later.

Mark placed his right hand on her back to hold her down while his belt-wielding left responded with three much harder spanks. “I. . .crack. . said. . . crack . . . be . . . crack . . . still, girl!” She yelped at each spank, and again stilled her motion and worked hard to obey.

Mark said, “Five more, Sweet Girl. Remember to be still.” He brought the belt down again and again, and she could no longer contain the wails bubbling up in her throat, but she kept her bottom still. Finally, the assault stopped. Rebecca panted, feeling as though she had run a marathon, and hoped desperately that her punishment was done, but she knew that Mark probably had other plans.

Mark took her arm and tugged gently, saying, “C’mere, Rebecca.” He helped her get up. She moved to hug him. He hugged her back, then whispered into her hair, “You need to go back to the corner, Sweet Girl. We’re not done yet.” She let out a sob and moved away from him into the corner. Again, he set his timer.

When the timer went off, Rebecca turned around and saw Mark move toward the straight backed chair that he had set in the middle of the room, sit down, and pat his left knee. She noticed that her flat-backed hair brush lay on the ground near his feet. She groaned. She detested getting spanked with that brush.

She moved toward him, still hoping that they could make it to the show. He held his hand up to her to help her across his knees. She took a shaky breath, then accepted his assistance. The brush was beside her left hand. When he asked for it, she picked it up and handed it to him. He put his right arm across her waist and tucked her in close to his body, holding her firmly.

Rebecca felt the cool, smooth back of the brush rub over her punished cheeks, and the tears that had nearly stopped while she was in the corner, started anew. She put her palms on the floor in front of her and her feet on the floor behind her, sighing

deeply.

“Time to get this over with,” Mark thought. He lifted the brush and brought it down on her right cheek then on her left. She cried out, but she held position.

When he swung again, harder this time, Rebecca screeched. He brought the brush down on her bottom again, always careful to avoid hitting the same spot twice in a row. Rebecca felt the hard wood cracking against her buttocks, and she fought to control her breathing and her impulse to protect her poor, suffering bottom. It took all of her strength to simply accept the next swing and the next. On about the fifth or sixth spank, she broke down and began to wail and scissor her legs wildly. Mark stopped. “Be still, Rebecca. We are almost done, but you have to cooperate,” he warned quietly.

“Yes, sir. I’m -- I’m--sorry sir.” She managed to choke out, and planted her toes firmly back on the floor.

Mark said, “What happens when you are not lying still and cooperating?”

Rebecca thought for a moment. She really, really did not want to answer that question. She knew she deserved extra spanks for her disobedience, but she did not want extra spanks. She took a deep breath and answered truthfully, “Sir, I get extra spanks for my lack of cooperation.”

Mark said, “How many would you suggest?” He already knew that he would give her two on each thigh as her extras, but he was curious to know what her attitude was toward the extra punishment she had earned.

It took her a long minute to work up her courage to answer him. He was nearly ready to order her to answer when he heard her whisper, “Sir, I deserve the opportunity to cooperate from the beginning again. From the time we started the brush, I mean,” she added quickly.

It was an interesting thought. He had planned to give her four extras on her thighs. She was suggesting six extras on her buttocks. If his calculations were correct, that would bring her total up to 35 spanks during this session. Though that was far more than he would normally give, Mark decided that 35 spanks sounded reasonable in light of the gravity of the offense and the fact that she continued to transgress such an important rule. “I think that punishment would indeed fit the crime,” he said. On a whim he said, “Please ask me to give you the opportunity you have earned.”

Rebecca closed her eyes. She hated having to ask for punishments. She

whispered, “Sir, I have not lain still and accepted my punishment as I ought to have done. Will you please start this phase of my punishment over again?”

Mark rubbed the fingertips of his right hand over her back. “Good girl,” he whispered. He thought it would probably help her self control if she knew that the end was near. He knew her backside had to be burning. He said, “I want you to count these last ten out loud.”

He noted with satisfaction that her tension in her shoulders and back lessened a bit when she heard how close they were to being finished. She said, “Yes, sir.”

Mark cracked the paddle against her right butt cheek firmly but not hard. “One, sir,” she said. He spanked the left cheek. “Two, sir.” He continued the pattern as she counted. Finally, he landed the last spank and was finished.

Rebecca lay quietly across his lap, crying softly. Mark's heart broke a little. “We’re done, Sweetheart. You can get up now.” Mark rubbed her back and let her come to him in her own time. After a few minutes, she pushed herself up and turned around in his arms. He sat her up and arranged her carefully on his leg, trying to avoid the tenderest of her flesh. Pushing the disheveled curls away, he kissed her tear-streaked face.

She put her arms around him and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mark, that I was texting while driving and that I scared you."

Mark struggled to understand her words. He caught, "Sorry Mark," and that was plenty. "It's ok now, Rebecca. It's all over. You were such a good girl." He held her and stroked her hair, crooning to her and shushing her.

When she had calmed down a bit, she looked into his eyes. She knew there was one more thing her husband expected of her. “Mark, thank you for giving me the punishment I earned so that I can learn to do what is right. Tonight while I sit on my sore bottom, it will help me remember not to text and drive.”

Mark pulled her into a gentle hug. “I love you, Sweet Girl. Do you want to get ready to go on our date?”

Rebecca nodded and stood up. “Yes.”
Mark grabbed her wrist. “Remember, no panties tonight, Sweet Girl.”
She hated the “no panties after a spanking” rule, but she only said, “Yes sir.”

She moved toward the closet.

Mark followed her to get his own clothes changed. He stopped her and turned her to look at him. “The next time I find out you have been texting and driving, I will spank you every evening for a week so that you will be sitting on a sore bottom to and from work. That should help you remember.”

Rebecca shivered and rubbed her sore bottom. “Don’t worry. I am not going to forget for a long time.”

Mark smiled, kissed her, then swatted her sore backend playfully, making her jump. “Now get ready, Sweet Girl. We have a show to attend.”

Thank you Adrienne! This was a good one. I love getting new stories! So if you have one I'll still be very happy to share it here. Just send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com