Well the brat's off-line with broad-band trouble, but she wanted to post this "little one" inspired fiction I wrote some time ago... it's in three parts... more to come... bon appetit...
The band hadn’t started yet, and there they were, sitting together again at dinner with their friends. Oh how he loved her. There was no question about that, and she loved him. They were so close and so in tune in every way it seemed. They were smart and sensitive, sensual, and caring. You could see it in the way they looked at each other. Always holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. And they had been together for a long time, so it wasn’t something new. They dined here often, and everyone could see it. They just glowed, and all the regulars here enjoyed watching them together.
Lynn was especially aglow tonight it seemed. Dressed in a modestly short black skirt and a silky camisole top, there was a distinct blush in her beautiful cheeks. And though she looked fine, Roger and Beth, and everyone else couldn’t help notice her shifting from side to side on the hard bench seat. It was as if she was anticipating something special. Their friends suspected of course, but what no one else knew, was that Lynn’s tender bottom was quite sore. Only a short time ago, she had received what he told her was just the “first part” of the spanking of her life. A spanking she deserved, of course, she grudgingly admitted now, but she still wasn’t able to get how bad she’d been out of her mind. And she couldn’t believe she was still feeling indignant after the “warm up” she just received. She wondered too, desperately wondered, what the rest of the evening held in store for her already stinging bottom.
Michael sat there stoically watching her fidget, holding her hand and looking at her. He was upset and she knew it. She had lied to him again. It was something she hadn’t done in a very long time, and he couldn’t imagine what she’d been thinking. He thought they’d overcome that long ago. But every now and then, the lesson had to be relearned. When they first met, she often lied, and she was a notorious brat with a reputation for getting herself and her friends in trouble. Michael changed all that in a hurry though. At first she frequently found herself in the corner with a seriously red bottom, but with loving and thoughtful discipline over his knee Lynn had become his wondrous love. Spankings now were an every day part of their life. So very often just for the sake of love and intimacy, but she still needed guidance and direction too. Tonight the “direction” was set.
They were getting ready to go out for dinner when she came to him and admitted what had happened. Near tears, she had a very hard time getting it out. Sitting on the bed, he calmly listened to the whole story. He knew she kept things from him. Even after being together for so long. He didn’t understand why, of course, because they always came out in the end, and there was nothing he didn’t love about her. But he conceded her need to make up her own mind when it was time to come clean. He respected and loved her enough to know how hard it was for her to let things go. He knew she needed patience and tenderness, just as much as she needed spanked.
There was little time before their dinner reservation, so he was direct. “Come here young lady”, he said sternly. She walked toward him slowly in her pouting way, and as she neared, he just reached out and pulled her quickly over his knee. He lifted her skirt up over her bottom and pulled her panties straight down to mid-thigh. He rested his hand firmly on her bottom, squeezed hard, and asked, “Are you allowed to lie to me young lady”? No answer. Ten hard smacks to her bottom and he repeated the question. This time he heard a timid “no”, to which he replied, “You’re so right about that Missy, and if we didn’t have reservations in half an hour, this would be one devil of a spanking right now little girl”. “This is just your wake-up call”. And with that, he spanked her bare bottom hard for a full ten minutes without saying another word or stopping even once. Kicking and wailing like crazy now, Michael stopped and sat her up abruptly. Still defiant, he could see, he glared at her and said, “Get ready; we’re not going to be late again”! When she didn’t move quickly enough, he stood her up, swatted her very hard again and said raising his voice only slightly, “NOW”.
The short drive to the restaurant was quiet. Lynn was musing over what might be coming later on, and Michael was obviously still unhappy with her behavior. On arrival they met Beth and Roger at the bar and claimed their reservation. And here they were now, Lynn squirming uncomfortably, trying to hide it, Michael looking at her intently, and Roger and Beth casually looking over the menu. Beth had been drinking some it seemed. “May I have a drink”, Lynn asked. Michael just shook his head no, and Lynn started to pout but thought better of it. It didn’t take Beth long to figure things out. She looked at Lynn and piped up in a childish sing-song taunt, “Somebody’s in trouble and I know who it is. What did you do this time smarty-pants”? Blushing deeply, Lynn looked at her and just glared. Michael looked at Roger as if to say, tell that brat to mind her own business. Roger understood immediately and leaned over and whispered something quietly in Beth’s ear. Michael held Lynn’s hand tighter, hoping dearly that this wasn’t going to get out of hand. A few minutes went by quietly. The waiter arrived and they all ordered. There was little conversation, and Lynn finally nudged Michael and said she had to use the ladies room. He stood and helped her up, and Beth chimed in, “I’ll go with you”.
In the nicely appointed and spacious ladies room, Beth started right away. “You got a spanking before coming over here, didn’t you”, she asked? Lynn blushed again and just sighed. “Let me see how red”, Beth said boldly. Lynn shook her head furiously, but Beth persisted, “What in heavens name did you do now you big brat, let me see that fanny of yours.” Lynn diverted her with the truth. “I lied to him, and he’s really going to blister my behind after dinner”, she said quietly. Beth appeared shocked. “Wow”, she said, “Roger takes the belt to my backside when I do that. I don’t envy you kid”. Lynn cringed and said, “Well Michael won’t use the belt, and I’m already stinging like a bees nest landed back there. I have a feeling I won’t be sitting so well for a few days”. Curiously, Beth nodded and asked, “He doesn’t use the belt; why not”? Lynn gave her a determined look and said, “It’s a long story, so you just mind your own business you instigator! And ease up, will you, I’m in enough trouble already.” Beth took the hint and they washed up and returned to their table.
The band was playing now and though it wasn’t crowded, the place was getting loud. Beth had another drink, and then another as they finished their dinners without much conversation. When it came time for desert, Beth ordered yet another drink. The rest passed on anything more and made small talk while they listened to the entertainment. As the waiter served coffee, Beth, now obviously having had too much to drink, suddenly looked at Lynn and said with obvious delight, “Liar liar pants on fire”. Lynn glared at her, and Beth squealed loudly as Lynn kicked her hard under the table. “I asked you to stop it”, Lynn almost yelled. “Oh Yeah”, Beth countered girlishly. “Yeah”, Lynn responded, as she kicked Beth again. “Well you are, so there”, Beth almost hollered. Roger and Michael looked on for a moment while the exchange escalated. As the two girls adolescently tormented each other, it became obvious the night was lost. Michael gently squeezed Lynn’s knee and asked her quietly to settle down. Roger did much the same with Beth, but there was no stopping them now it seemed. Beth was intoxicated, and Lynn was furious. Michael leaned over and spoke firmly in Lynn’s ear, “Settle down now young lady or we’ll deal with this right here and right now”! Her anger and embarrassment momentarily redirected, Lynn looked at him stunned and said, “You wouldn’t dare”. With that challenge, Michael stood up and grasped Lynn by the wrist. Pulling her gently but firmly from the booth, he said, “You’re coming with me little girl”. Lynn didn’t struggle, and Michael looked at Roger and sighed deeply. Roger didn’t hesitate one bit, and there was Beth standing too. Their waiter noticed the quiet commotion and with Lynn still firmly but gently in his grasp, Michael motioned him over. He handed the waiter a twenty dollar bill and told him to have the band play loud. Together, he and Roger quietly ushered Lynn and Beth back to the restrooms.
Inside the ladies room, Roger checked to see no one else was there, and quietly locked the door. Both men pulled their ladies over to the wash basin area and Michael leaned back and stood a shocked Lynn in front of him, her eyes downcast. The scolding began in earnest now. “What in the devil is the matter with you two”, Michael asked sternly, “I knew the two of you were horrible little brats when you were alone together, but this is too much! You can’t even behave yourselves while we’re all together any more. Do you really think you can get away with this”? Roger chimed in and scolded Beth too, much the same, and in her state, she just smarted off. “Enough of this foolishness. Thank you for ruining a perfectly pleasant evening you two”, he said, “You are going to get it right now”!
With that, Michael and Roger stood up and pulled Lynn and Beth over the counter top. Skirts were raised and their panties pulled down quickly as Lynn and Beth just looked at each other in the mirror. Lynn had such a forlorn look on her face, and Beth, obviously having had one too many drinks just sported an obnoxious smile. Lynn was mortified, bent over like this with her bare bottom on display and having to look at Beth in the same condition. Still red and sore, she shifted her feet, and silently cursed Beth for getting her in even more trouble. Michael listened for the band and heard it was loud enough to mask what was going to happen next. Holding her around the waist, he landed the first hard smack on Lynn’s already sore behind. She gasped and struggled, but he held her tight. Roger quickly followed suit. Soon, smack after smack after smack rang loudly as Michael and Roger mercilessly peppered their bare bottoms hard. Scolding all the while, they landed spank after spank as the girls grimaced and stared at each other in the mirror. As swat after swat landed on Lynn’s sore behind, she couldn’t remember when she had been more embarrassed. God, she thought, how could I let Beth get to me like this again and again? And Lord in heaven, she thought, what if everyone can hear us getting spanked like little girls.
Well it seemed like forever to Lynn as the spanks rained down hard and the sting burned so hot. Her face got red. Her nose ran and tears welled up and overflowed as Michael relentlessly spanked all over her bottom and upper thighs. Resigned to her fate and knowing she deserved even more, Lynn burst into tears and just went limp. Michael sensed this immediately and stopped the spanking. He stood her up, pulled up her panties roughly and adjusted her skirt. He held Lynn close and wiped her tears gently, as Roger continued spanking poor Beth’s backside. Lynn cringed with every ringing smack, thanking heaven that this ordeal was over for her. Roger seemed to be spanking even harder now, and at last Beth was crying too. After a few more spanks, he seemed satisfied that Beth had learned a good lesson and the stunned Beth’s panties were quickly raised too.
As both girls slowly regained their composure, the awareness flooded over Lynn and Beth once again that they had to go back into the dining room. Blushing and apologetic, they begged to head straight for the cars. Michael and Roger thought for a moment and agreed the girls had been embarrassed enough for now. As they left the ladies room, however, two couples were standing there in anxious amazement. Lynn and Beth hung their heads and brushed by them in hurried shame. “Wait for us at the door”, Michael said as the girls rushed fretfully to the lobby. He and Roger quietly walked back to the table, apologized to the waiter for all the fuss, paid the tab and met the girls back at the entrance door.
As they walked to the car together, Michael held her hand and calmly scolding once again said to Lynn, “I don’t know what got into you tonight little girl, and I’m so sad you had to get a spanking like that. But don’t you think I won’t do it again, if you behave like that in public again. And don’t you think for a minute that this night is over yet. And don’t you think for a minute that you haven’t earned every single blistering swat”. As they drove home in silence, Lynn wondered at how much he loved her. She wondered too how he knew her and understood her and knew what she needed. How he cared so much for her, and how she loved him too. Shifting her weight, she winced in the seat thinking that Beth was in for a much longer evening too. And she felt peaceful inside, knowing she still had so much to share.
him and I picked up from Bed Bath & Beyond. It has NOTHING to do with flies, I assure you. It creates this constant, most intense burn that I've EVER felt, with very little effort from the spanker, and it leaves little tiny marks all over the behind! It has me trying to wiggle away from him within seconds!
Japaneses Proverb -- If you fall down seven times... get up eight
my father was a complex man... a 1st generation american born of italian immigrants... a veteran of the navy and a tirelessly hard working family man... he loved having fun too, and we always did so much outdoors... we settled in a home in the country with plenty of room for gardens and orchards... a good forest in the back and a huge field for grazing horses in the front...
