Fantasy Friday - Beach Bums

Please hold a good thought, if you will, that my test goes smoothly and all it well today.

I’m very happy to be able to bring you a new story today – the first of three new stories I’ve received. This story is from Abbie. When I asked her to share a little about herself she said: I'm from the Midwest, happily married. My husband and I do incorporate spanking into our marriage. He read this story, actually, and said it sounded like us. :-)

So be happy it’s Friday, sit back and enjoy…

                         Beach Bums

Ellie stared out the window where snowflakes fell softly, landing and blending in with the vast spread of white that had already covered the ground. She shivered a little, and her excitement of her impending tropical vacation with her husband, Brent, grew. She couldn’t wait to escape what had been a painfully long winter. She was just finishing folding her last pair of shorts to pack when she heard him bellowing from downstairs. “Ellie! Come downstairs now please!” She placed the folded pair of shorts into her suitcase with a small sigh. She wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, but she had a hunch. “Yes Brent,” she called back, and strode quickly from the room.

Downstairs, she found that Brent had dragged a wooden dining room chair into the middle of the living room. The wooden spoon lay on the coffee table. She knew that her hunch had been correct, and that this could only mean one thing.

Ellie had met Brent her first year of college. He was sweet, and charming, and made her feel special in a way that no other guy had ever been able to. She met him one autumn evening after she had a late class. She was waiting for the bus. It was dark out, and pouring rain. She had forgotten an umbrella, and stood shivering as she was pelted with droplet after droplet of icy rain. Then, all of a sudden, the torrential downpour seemed to stop, and she realized that a tall and good looking man was standing beside her and had shared his umbrella with her.

“You must be frozen!” he chastised gently. “You’ll get sick standing out here like this.”

“You sound like my mother,” she muttered sassily, feeling startled by his sudden approach.

“Your mother must be a smart woman then. I’d have your hide for a stint like this if I could,” he replied. “My name’s Brent.”

“Ellie,” she responded, taken aback. Have her hide? What?!

“Nice to meet you, Ellie,” Brent told her with a smile. Muted yellow headlights began to emerge from the fog of the rain. The bus was almost here. He knew he had to act quickly if he had any hope of getting to know this beautiful girl. “Where are you going?”

Ellie told him the name of her street. Brent had absolutely no idea

where it was, but he didn’t let on. “Really? I live near there!" he lied. "Once we get off the bus, I can walk you home. You know, to keep you dry and all.”

Ellie was a little apprehensive about going anywhere with a man she had just met, but something about him seemed genuine. She found herself nodding her head just as the bus pulled up to the curb and they both clambered on board.

Twenty minutes later, they stood under the overhang of her porch. Ellie quite liked Brent, at least based off of the half an hour she had known him. He had cracked jokes on the bus ride, and asked her about her interests, her major, and her family, making her feel much more at ease. She smiled shyly up at him as they stood on her porch and felt that she must at least offer him a hot drink. “Would you like to come in for some tea?” she asked quickly.

“Thank you, but I really should be getting home,” Brent answered. Especially since I actually live on the other side of town, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but notice her face fall. “But,” he added, “I would love to see you again sometime Ellie. Are you busy this Friday night?”

And so it began. Ellie and Brent fell head over heels for each other. They became inseparable. Nevertheless, in the back of her mind, Ellie always wondered what Brent had meant when he said he’d have her hide if he could that night at the bus stop. Three months later, she found out. It was exam time, and the stress was really getting to her. Her typically sweet nature had dissipated, and one night, she finally snapped at Brent. Both of them had hardly had a chance to digest what had just happened when she found herself flipped over his knee and her backside being peppered with sharp smacks. She was completely caught off guard. Afterward, Brent explained that he wouldn’t tolerate her attitude, that their relationship was too important to jeopardize, and that he loved her. It was the first time he had told her that. He explained that he would spank her in the future if she was disrespectful, or if she put herself in danger. He told her that if she couldn’t accept that, he would understand, but he didn’t think that their relationship would work. Ellie’s head was clouded with questions and she had barely had time to process what had just happened, but she knew one thing for certain – she couldn’t stand to lose Brent. And anyway, the spanking had not only quelled her attitude, but had relieved some of her stress too. She agreed.

Three years later, they were married, and the spankings continued. Ellie was usually pretty well behaved, but recently she knew that she had been pushing her limits and copping an attitude. As she stood in front of Brent and eyed the wooden spoon the afternoon before their trip, she felt herself pale a little. Brent noticed too, and beckoned for her to come closer.


“What have I done, Brent?” she whispered.

“Nothing…yet,” Brent told her. “I’m going to give you a pre-emptive spanking, love. The goal is so that you don’t do anything. Don’t think that your attitude lately has gone unnoticed, young lady. But this is the first big vacation since our honeymoon and I’m determined for it to go smoothly. Do you understand?”

She nodded meekly. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Brent responded. He enveloped her in his arms for a warm embrace before stepping away and seating himself in the dining room chair. “Come here,” he said, and she reluctantly obeyed, laying herself across his lap. He started off with a hand spanking over her jeans, but her jeans and panties were soon lowered and she felt the smooth wood of the spoon caressing her bottom. She moaned in protest. “Now, tell me Ellie, what are the two main rules you need to follow?”

She waited a moment too long to answer him, and the first sharp, stinging crack of the spoon echoed off of her bottom. She shrieked and told him, “No disrespect and don’t endanger myself!”

“That’s right,” Brent told her. “Remember those while I spank you.” He proceeded to deliver another thirty stinging swats to her bottom. By the end, she was crying softly and her bottom was bright red. “Remember, baby girl, that’s nothing compared to what you’ll get if you act up on the trip. I love you and I want to have a wonderful time with you.”

“I love you too, and so do I,” Ellie responded, snuggling into her husband. The airplane ride was sure to be a long one on a red bottom…

Two days later, they were relaxing on sun loungers on the sandy white beach, basking in the warmth and listening to the caw of the seagulls. The resort was lovely, and they were having a fantastic time. Ellie held a magazine in one hand and a piña colada in the other. She reached the end of her magazine and glanced over at Brent, who had fallen asleep. His chair was underneath a palm tree, keeping him safe from the sun’s rays in its shade. She was tired of lying in the chair, and she considered waking him up, but he looked so peaceful. He had warned her not to go in the ocean alone, since the tides were too strong. In fact, he had warned her against going anywhere alone. She decided that perhaps she would take a quick walk up the beach – surely she'd be back before he woke up, and anyway, she wouldn't go very far. Confident in her decision, she strolled to the water’s edge and began to make her way up the beach.

The beach seemed endless, and there was so much to see. Children shoveled damp sand into brightly coloured pails and built sandcastles along the shore. Jet-Skis roared through the waves of the ocean. Upbeat music echoed from the multiple resorts she passed. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. About a mile up the beach, she paused to observe a volleyball game, and moments later a young couple approached her. “We need one more person to play the next game!” they told her.

“I really shouldn’t,” she told them wistfully. She loved volleyball, but she was worried that Brent would wake up and worry. “I should get back to my husband.”

“Come on! Just one game,” they pleaded with her, and she found herself agreeing. She played one game, and had a great time. As soon as they finished, one of the young men on her team (the winning team!) brought her a celebratory Sex on the Beach drink. They begged her to play again, and since she’d had so much fun with the first game, she agreed. Three games and five drinks later, she found herself tipsy and blissfully unaware of the angry and frantic man storming up the beach looking for her.

He spotted her right away, recognizing the curve of her hips, her

golden hair, and her aqua coloured bikini. She was tipping the last gulp of sort of orange drink into her mouth. Just as she was about to serve the ball, he grabbed her arm from behind.

“You are in so much trouble,” he growled quietly in her ear. Ellie looked around at her newfound friends, embarrassed. She yanked her arm away.

“Sorry guys, but it looks like I’ve got to go,” she murmured, turning on her heel and marching away. She didn’t want them to see her flaming red face, which she suspected would soon match her bottom. At the moment, though, she was furious, and didn't care.  Brent caught up to her.

“How dare you embarrass me like that!” she slurred at him, shocking them both with her volume and tone. The alcohol had given her liquid courage.

“Hold on there, young lady! Let’s turn the tables, shall we? How dare you make me so worried?” Brent bit back. “I woke up and you were gone! We’re in a different country, we’re right near the ocean…how am I supposed to know you weren’t kidnapped? Or drowned?”

Ellie frowned. She knew he was right. He continued.

“And so I find you a mile up the beach, drunk and playing volleyball with a bunch of strangers!” He shook his head in disbelief. “Ellie, what were you thinking?”

She just stared blankly at her husband. There seemed to be double of him. She closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. Brent sighed, and scooped her up into his arms. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair. He’d deal with her later. For now, he was just glad she was safe, and she needed to rest. He carried her back to their room, and laid her on the king-sized bed, where she drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later, she woke up with a slight headache but felt much better. Well, beyond the fact that her husband was angry with her. She groaned and pressed her face into the pillow as Brent walked out of the bathroom, looking handsome in a pair of khakis and a loose white button-down shirt. He smiled at her, which she wasn’t expecting.

“You’re awake, I see,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Are you feeling up to going for dinner? We have a reservation at the seafood restaurant tonight, remember?”

She nodded, rising slowly from the bed. “Why aren’t you angry?” she asked him quietly. “Aren’t you going to…” She paused and gulped. “Spank me?”


His expression didn’t change. “We’ll deal with that later,” he said simply. “For now, let’s go have a nice dinner.”


She changed into a peach coloured sundress, coated her eyelashes with mascara, and swiped some lip-gloss onto her lips. Brent told her she looked beautiful, and they made their way to the restaurant, where they enjoyed delicious seafood paella and white wine. Afterward, he took her hand and led her towards the beach.

“Where are we going?” she inquired.

“I figured we could take a walk down the beach,” he answered. “You know, since I didn’t get to join you earlier.” She blushed, ashamed.

It was dark now, and glinting white stars dotted the sky. The moon hung low over the ocean, and the beach was quiet. Everyone was at dinner, or back in their rooms. They walked for a while, chatting about general things; how nice the resort was, how they thought the cat was doing at the neighbor’s house, their plans for the next few days of their vacation. Ellie began to relax. Maybe he wasn’t going to punish her after all.

Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Suddenly, Brent pulled her over to a sun lounger that had been dragged pretty close to the water’s edge. He sat down on the end of it and yanked her over his lap. The gentle waves cascaded over his feet as he lifted his wife’s sundress and delivered a series of sharp spanks to her bottom.

“Brent!” Ellie hissed frantically, trying to wiggle off of her husband's lap. “Brent, what if somebody sees? Come on! Stop! You can spank me back in the room – please!”

Brent continued his assault on her bottom, pinning down both of her legs with one of his own. “Have you seen a single soul on this beach yet, Ellie? I haven’t. Besides, if someone does come along, all they’re going to see is a naughty girl getting what she deserves,” he said, delivering two sharp spanks to her sit spot that made her howl. “Quit moving all over the place, you bad girl. Keep that butt where I can spank it properly. You scared me half to death earlier, Ellie. You mean the world to me and I couldn’t stand it if something were to happen to you. Besides, I gave you that pre-emptive spanking at home so that we could avoid something like this happening. Clearly I didn't do a good enough job." Ellie shook her head in protest, remembering the dreaded spoon. "Why am I spanking you?” he questioned her.

Ellie took a deep breath, clenching her bottom to try to evade the pain of the spanks. “I broke both rules. I disrespected your order not to go anywhere alone, and I endangered myself,” she sobbed.

“Yes, you did. You wandered off to hang out and get drunk with strangers,” he told her. He paused, his hand stinging, but surely not as much as her bottom had to be. He reached down and slipped off one of her sandals. She moaned at her fate as he circled the hard rubber sole around one of her bottom cheeks. “I’m going to give you fifty with this,” he informed her. 

"Fifty?" she moaned in disbelief.

"Yes, fifty. I told you during your pre-emptive spanking that it would be a whole lot worse if you acted up here, and I intend to keep my word. You’re going to count every one. You’re going to add “thank you sir” after each, and if you forget to do that, or if you lose count, we’re starting again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she cried. SMACK! “One, thank you sir!” SMACK! “T-two, thank you sir!”

By the time he had finished, her bottom was deep red, and tears stained her face. He lifted her up and kissed her, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “You know I love you, Ellie,” he told her quietly. “Please don’t make me do that again.”

“I won’t, sir,” she assured him, leaning her head on his chest. “I’m sorry I worried you. I’ll do better. I promise.” She felt the heat resonating off of her bottom, but a different kind of heat had begun to churn inside as well.

“I know you will,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel a stiffening in his pants, and he helped her to her feet. “Come on,” he told her with a wicked grin. “I can think of something else I’d like to do on the beach…”

~o~

Abbie thank you so much that was great! I really appreciate you helping us keep Fantasy Friday going. I really hope we'll hear from you again. I'm always looking for new stories if you are willing to help send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Vacation, grits, spanking and THAT test

As you can see from the title this is a hodgepodge post, a little of this and that. Mollie was home for Easter and this week is my Easter vacation. I love having the week, off but it’s speeding by. I had time to do some writing Monday and I was able to get a short Cassie story done it starts here.

Tuesday, my friend Mary and I went to the Biltmore House in Ashville. It wasn’t our first trip there together. We’ve gone together once a year for twenty-five years, but this was the first time we gone with fewer than sixty, six-graders. I can assure you – it’s better without the kids! We took our time, we signed up for a back stairs tour to see more of the servant quarters. We got to see costumes from Downton Abbey which are on display there and we ate at one of their wonderful restaurants and at their bakery.  If you ever get the chance to go to this beautiful home take it. It’s amazing.

On to grits. You poor deprived folks who are unaware of grits. They are a southern breakfast food delicacy. Here’s a picture. They are delicious with salt and butter. There are poor, unnatural souls who put sugar on them – one should not associate with those people.

Spanking? What’s that? Not blaming Nick, I was the one who called a halt/ break in out Friday evening spankings. Nothing had happened in several weeks, worse than the no spanking was the no talking about it at all. When we talk or email about TTWD – it puts me right back into the ‘roommate mode’ we were in for twenty-three years. I hate that feeling. I’m used to it, but I hate it. But just before Mollie got home we were both in the bedroom and he gave me a short spanking with the belt. Ouchy after three weeks and no warm up, but I was relieved at the same time. As usual, time will tell.

And finally – the test. Yes it’s that wonderful time of life when a colonoscopy is necessary (I'll spare you the picture). I have to have one every five years since they have found a few polyps in the past. So beginning today at lunch time no food until after the test sometime Friday, they will call Thursday and tell me when to be there. I suppose this is the ultimate crash diet. What a fun way to end a vacation, but I believe in testing so I’m trying not to complain too much.

I hope this is enough ‘this, that and the other’ for one post. I have a brand new Fantasy Friday this week! Actually we will have three new stories in a row! Many thanks to my new friends who are sending me stories.

Real Neat Blogger Award.

Sunny was kind enough to nominate me for the Real Neat Blogger Award.

The rules, that come along with these things are as follows:

1. Put the award logo on your post.

2. Answer the 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.

3. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
4. Let them know you nominated them.

What's your favorite time of day and why?

When I’m not working I love the morning, waking slowly, checking emails and FB. Then I grab a cup of coffee and spend a couple of hours writing in my sunroom.

Name the last three books you read.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Mary Higgins Clark

The Marriage Pact – Dinah McLeod

The Cinderella Murder – Mary Higgins Clark

What's your favorite movie?

Favorite. Favorite? At my age you think I can pick one? Okay, okay… one of my favorites is Same Time Next Year.

If cost was not a factor, where in the world would you most like to visit?
So many places to visit, but one I’ve always loved was Williamsburg, VA. The old town is beautiful and calm to walk through. I love to talk to all the craftsman. I want to stay at the nicest places and eat in all the best restaurants.

Milk chocolate or Dark chocolate?

Milk chocolate. I know dark chocolate is better for you but it taste bitter to me.

Are you a breakfast eater, and if so, what's your favorite breakfast.

I always eat a little something. But if we can go out for a really good breakfast I want scrambled eggs and bacon, grits,  and maybe a pancake or two.

What do you want for your next birthday?
I want to go on an all spanko cruise with all my blogging friends from here and England and New Zealand and anywhere else they might be from.

Now for my seven questions:

1. What was your favorite cartoon as a kid?
2. Ignoring the fact you probably have to work, what time would you get up and what time would you go to bed.
3. When you think back on your favorite teacher, what made them so memorable?
4. If you came out about being a spanko later in life, what gave you the courage to make the leap?
5. Underwire or not?
6. Other than spanking or sex, what is your favorite physical activity?
7. Are there any nude or topless photographs of you out there? I don't mean on the internet, but maybe hidden in a drawer somewhere.

And for my nominees:(and anyone else who is willing to answer my questions.)

Clara from Clara's Wish
Alyssa from Words From the Hart
Grace from A Day in the Life
Minelle from My Breath
Terpsichore from A Place to Share

Fantasy Friday - In the Hot Seat

Friday rolls around again. And I'll tell you up front that this is a rerun from 2009. But for some great news I want everyone to know that I received two brand new stories from two brand new writers. I was so excited to get them. But since this is a holiday weekend I am holding off a week. I want plenty of readers to come for these new stories and show our new writers plenty of support.

I believe you will be very happy with today's story too. When I first read it I was shocked that no one had ever thought to put this in a story before - this is spanko perfect! Sit back, get ready for the weekend and enjoy...

In the Hot Seat

With Jay so angry by my side, I start to realize that maybe I had been ruder than I realized. I had only sent the text because I wanted to make sure Maddie got it before it was too late.

With Jay gripping my arm tightly he marches me down the stairs of his parent’s old farm house. The house has been in his family since before his mother was born. It is one of those houses with the wrap around porches that you only see in pictures.

As we approach the car, the light from the porch only barely reaches us. Two weeks ago it would have still been light at this time, but thanks to the time change its getting dark much earlier and we are plunged into darkness as we walk.

With his hand still on my arm, Jay leads me to the passenger side. He leans close. From where his parents are watching I am sure it looks like a warm embrace.

“Drop your pants before you sit down.” He whispers into my ear. We are far enough away that there is no need to whisper but his whispering makes my stomach flutter. I know he’s mad.

As he lets me go I wonder how I am supposed to drop my pants without his parents noticing. I know even without looking that they are standing at the door waiting for us to pull away.

Jay walks around the rear of the car as I open my door. I sit down, quickly shutting the door behind me. Luckily, the car’s interior lights are turned off and I use the darkness to my advantage.

Before Jay can climb in I unbutton my jeans and quickly wiggle them down so that my butt touches the leather seat. It’s cold against my skin and I can only hope his parents did not see what I just did.

Jay opens his door and slides in. Even with my upper thighs just barely exposed, the night air feels cool.

Jay starts the car, plays with the heat, turns off the radio and pulls out of the long driveway with a honk to his parents. We settle in for the hour long drive home.

“Those jeans aren’t low enough, pull them down to your knees” He doesn’t even glance over as he says it. I can tell I am really in for it.

“Jay, I'm sorry…” I start, pushing my jeans further toward my knees.

“I don’t want to hear it! I can’t believe how rude you were to my mother! She was sharing with you how hard it is to work at the hospital some days and you just start texting in the middle of it. Do you know how hurt she looked when she realized what you were doing under the table? Do you realize that as you were texting she had told you she had lost one of her pediatric patients this week and you said ‘oh that’s nice’, I can’t believe you! She looked like she was ready to cry!”

This shuts me up. I didn’t realize that’s what she had been saying. All I had been thinking about was sending that stupid text before Maddie left the party!

I stay quiet as we start down the country lanes Jay loves to drive. I know I will have to make it up to his mother somehow but first I am more concerned about the immediate future of my bottom.

About 10 minutes into the drive I realize my butt is getting hot. I look at the dash and sure enough my seat warmer is on. I go to turn it off but Jay’s hand stops me.

“Don’t even think about,” he warns.

“But my butt is hot and starting to burn!” I whine, even if I'm not in the position to whine.

“It’s not nearly as hot as its going to be by the time we get home,” he growls.

His words shut me up. Through my jeans I can only take the seat warmer for about 20 minutes before it becomes too hot. I was scared to think how hard it was going to be to take it on my bare bottom for the next hour.

After another 10 minutes or so of driving Jay pulls off into the driveway of an abandoned house.

“What are you doing?” I panic.

“Get out,” are his only words as he climbs out of the car himself.

Before I can get the courage to climb out, Jay is at my door with it wide open, the cool night air pouring in.

“Out, and you might as well leave you pants down.”

Jay helps me out of the car, slams my door and leans me over the hood. Immediately, he lays into my already warm ass with his hand. (How is it when he spanks his hand turns to wood?)

We have traveled this road many times and I know there is not much traffic to worry about. But I also know we aren’t very far off the road and if a car was to drive by they would be sure to see everything that was happening.

I try to hold still but Jay is spanking so hard it isn’t long before I am squirming and trying to get away. It hurts! Somehow the seat warmer seems to have left my butt in the same condition as a warm shower… tender!

Jay only spanks for two or three minutes but every swat is geared toward my sit spot and delivered hard. I feel like I'm on fire.

As quickly as it begins, the spanking is over. He helps me stand up, opens the door and assists me in sitting back down on a hot seat! He had left the car on with the seat warmer going while he was spanking and now it feels like I’m sitting on a warm stove.


When he gets in the car I begin to plead, “Jay, please. It’s too hot. I’m sorry. I promise to apologize. I will take another spanking when I get home. Just please can I turn off the warmer?”

His voice is softer now when he replies. It’s as though the spanking has relieved some of his anger but not his hurt. “No you cannot turn off the warmer, yes there will be more spanking, and yes you will apologize. We are far from home and I am just getting started with you darlin’” His words once again cause my stomach to flutter and I squirm to find a comfortable position in the hot seat.

We continue on our journey home but I am unable to find a comfortable position to sit in. Every time I move, my sore bottom rubs on the heated seat and when I don’t move, I feel like I am being roasted.

Jay had defiantly placed those swats so that I would feel them while sitting. He also knew exactly what he was doing by making ride with the seat warmer on.

“You need to stop squirming,” Jay said, cutting the silence.

“I'm sorry, it hurts. This is not fun you know!” There was a bit too much tartness to my voice that I immediately regretted.

“And you think it was fun watching you disrespect my mom and not being able to do anything about? I had half a mind to turn you over that table and beat your bottom there! You were rude and disrespectful there, now you’re continuing to be rude and disrespectful to me.” There was finality to his tone that told me it was time to be quiet again.

I watched out the window as cornfield after cornfield passed by. The only light for miles was that of the moon and the car’s headlights. Since our last stop we had only seen one other vehicle and it had been going the opposite direction.

Normally I loved the hour long ride between our house and Jay’s parents. Tonight it didn’t seem to go quick enough. We were only a little over half way home. We still had at least another 20 minutes to go. Was Jay really going to make me sit on a hot seat the whole way home?

“Take off your sandal” Jays voice cut into my thoughts making me jump.

“What? Why do you need my sandal?!?” I still couldn’t seem to remove the tartness from my tone. I was sorry for what I did, but my seat was HOT and I wanted to be home already!

“It doesn’t matter why, what matters is I asked you for something I think it’s time you start listening! Now, hand it over.”

All I wanted at this point was to be home and for this to be over. I was sorry and if giving Jay my stupid sandal was going to make him happy then fine!

I bend down to take off my leather strappy sandal. It’s completely inappropriate for the weather but too cute to put away before the first snowfall.

As I sit back up, handing Jay the shoe, I realize he has brought the car to a crawl. Before I can say anything he stops the car completely, right in the middle of the country lane.

“Out. And do it quickly this time.”

Jay gets out taking the sandal with him. It finally dawns on me what is about to happen but we are parked in the middle of the road… anyone could drive by!

I quickly hop out of the car, (as quickly as you can with jeans around your knees) and without a word Jay has me bent over the hood once more.

“I really am sorry you know…” I say hoping for some leniency.

“Sorry or not, I’m not finished with you,” and with that Jay lands the first hard swat on my right cheek. I jump but try to stay in position. Deep down I know I deserve everything I am getting.

Swat after swat with leather sandal lands, deepening the burn of my sit spot but also igniting my upper thighs. I am wiggling and kicking but I can’t find any relief.

For such a cute sandal it sure is doing some damage to my bottom.

“Four more and then it’s over.” Jay promises after a minute or two of nonstop spanking. “And you need to count them.” He adds.

With the verdict made, he pulls back and delivers the first blow to my left sit spot. “Owww, one sir!” I let out.

I thought Jay was spanking hard before but these smacks were being applied with full force. As soon as the word sir is out he hits my right spank spot with the same intensity, “Two sir, ohhhhh.”

He immediately lands another, this time on my right upper thigh, “oh my gosh, owwie…. three, three sir!” I manage to squeak out.

“Stay still, last one.” Jay says. I hold as still as possible with my butt on fire and it feels like an eternity. After what is really five or so seconds he delivers the last blow to my left upper thigh. I instantly stand up grabbing my butt, “OWWW I’m sorry, I’m soooo sorry…. Four sir!”

Jay grabs me in a hug and kisses my forehead, “I know you are but we need to go before someone comes.” He helps me into the car and once again onto the burning seat. He slips the sandal, which had just brutalized my ass, back on my foot and jogs around to his side. He slides in and we start back down the road as though nothing has just happened. The entire stop had taken less than three minutes but my bottom feels like it has just taken an hour long beating.

“Since my punishment is over, can I turn off the heater?” I ask at no more than a whisper. I am feeling thoroughly punished.

“Who said your punishment is over?” Jay asks glancing at me, this time with more love than anger or hurt.

“Back there, you did!”

“Oh, honey, I meant that spanking would be over. I’m still not through with that lovely bottom of yours!” His words make me want to cry more than the pain I am in. He still isn’t finished with me, even if it seems he is no longer upset.

We drive in silence for the next 15 minutes or so. We are finally almost home and I can’t stop moving in my seat. The heater is really burning my sore butt. It’s making the spankings ten times worst, which has to be Jay’s intent.

I pick up my purse and start riffling through for my cell phone.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing? HAND IT OVER!” Jay’s anger is back in an instant.

“Jay wait, I need to make one call then you can have it, please just trust me.” Hearing the sincerity in my voice he allows me to continue but gives me a warning look.

Quickly I dial his parent’s house and ask to speak to his mom. I give her my deepest apology for being so rude and ask her out for Sunday brunch. She accepts and I promise her some good old girl time. With the time and place set, I hang up and give Jay my phone.

“That was very nice of you, sweetie. I’m sure she appreciates that more than you know.” Jay smiles. He places my phone in his pocket and takes my hand for the rest of the ride home.
When we pull into the garage Jay cuts the engine and shuts the door.

“Lets’ go.” Jay prompts and I open my door. Once again having my jeans around my knees slows me down and Jay is by my side before I can climb out.

“I want to finish this before we go in, I want to leave it all out here.” He says solemnly. With that, he genteelly pushes me over the hood one last time. In the light of the garage he can see what his punishment has done to my bottom, for the first time.

“Darlin’ you are red! And I’m sure you’re sore, but there won’t be any permanent damage I am happy to report.” Jay had never spanked me in the dark before and I’m sure he was worried about the intensity as he usually uses color to judge his spankings.

“Six more and your spanking is over. I will be keeping your phone until further notice but all will be forgiven after these six.”

“Yes, sir” is all I can manage as I hear the jingle of his belt buckle followed by wooshing sound of his belt coming through the loops.

I feel him place the leather belt against my punished bottom then pull back. The first line is made across my bottom and I scream out. Before I can catch my breath all six lashes have fallen on my sit spot and I am being lifted up into Jay’s warm embrace. He stops my screaming with his lips as he pulls me into a deep kiss.

“I love you. Please don’t make me punish you like this again…” Before I can reply he kisses me again, helps me pull up my jeans over my roasted bottom and leads me into the house.

As we close the door to the garage I wonder what will happen if Jay reads the text I had been so adamant to send.

"I wish I could be there but since I’m still stuck at dinner, be sure to order me one of the school paddles with the holes drilled in it."

~~~oo0oo~~~

I just loved that. A heated seat, what more could a spanko ask for? After burn is my favorite part - now this I don't know, but it sure is exciting to think about. The author this week is Lillian. I haven't heard from her for a while, perhaps I will now.

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