Mid-Winter's Night Dream...

It felt like time for a little story... I wrote this one in two quick sittings and I'm too tired to proof it. Hopefully it serves to entertain.

Enjoy!


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She shivered on the bed... naked from the waist down, bottom served up over a pillow, the summer breeze lightly grazing her skin.

She could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin from the soft chill of the night air.

Somewhere in the neighborhood she could here dance music, the bass line floating through the air further than the melody line would carry. She could here talking and laughter, and she hoped than no one would be taking a stroll down this way once things got started.



After waiting long enough that her nervousness had turned into impatience, she heard him walk down the hall to the bedroom. Suddenly her heart was in her throat and her breath was quick and shallow.

He said nothing, and she could hear him shuffling in the drawers behind her, choosing his tools.

He laid some objects on the bed and she could hear him undoing his belt. She clenched her bottom involuntarily and heard him softly chuckle. She blushed at his response, knowing that he had been watching her.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, mortified at her embarrassment even though this was far from the first time he had seen her like this.



"Ow!" she shouted, awakened from her thoughts at a surprise slap to her right cheek.

"That was nothing," he teased, "when I'm done you'll be sitting on ice."

She clenched her bottom again, this time feeling a pulse between her legs at his threat. He chuckled again and slapped her other cheek.

"I think you need another pillow," he told her, lifting her waist as he slid another waist. "There, much better. I want to make sure your sit crease is good and attended to..."

"Maybe we should do something else," she whispered, "watch a movie, maybe?"

"Is that what you really want...?"  He waited for her responce.

Silence filled the air between them. She always hated this part. Didn't he know she was nurvous? Couldn't he just laugh it off and get started already?

"Well...?" He pushed her.

"No..." she whimpered, embarrassed again.

"No, what?" He demanded.

"No, sssir." she squeaked out, barely audible from the pillow her face was resting on.

SLAP.

"Ohh!" She gasped.

"You will count your spankings and after each one I want you to ask me for another."

"But when will you stop..." she asked, "how will you know..." she trailed off.

"I will know, my Dear."



He slid the belt across her skin, teasing her and telling her what was coming. Then, after a few moments of tension, she felt it lift away.

"You will count and say 'another please Sir' " he instructed her.

The first slap across her bottom came without delay, making her gasp and hiss. "One," she growled through clenched teeth, annoyed that he hadn't started with a warm-up, "another please Sir."

The second slap came just as fast and fell across her sit line, causing her to rise up and kick in responce. "Two!" she howled, "anOTHER Pleassse Sssir." she hissed at the sting.

Slap after slap fell across her bare bottom until she was sure that her cheeks has swollen to twice their normal size. Twice as large, but three times as sensitive.

"Fifteen," she whimpered, tears in the corners of her eyes, "another please sir..."

"That's enough," he announced.

She sighed at the news, relaxing her muscles against the pillows. 

"Time for your hand spanking," he continued, "come crawl over here across my lap." He sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

Slowly, achingly she climbed off her pillows and made her way to his lap. Winching at the movement of her legs stretching the skin of her bottom to her upper thigh as she crawled. Settling across his lap she prepared for more pain.

He gently stroked her bottom, causing her bottom to tingle and itch. She wiggled at he touch and he playfully swatted her bottom. "Ohhh," she moaned.

"You're a naughty girl, you know that?"

She nodded her head.

"Its a good thing you have me to set you straight..." he caressed her bottom, causing her to wiggle against him again, "...and with such a naughty bottom. I have to keep your cheeks nice and warm so that you don't get into too much trouble."

He spanked her bottom, cupping her cheek and holding in the heat. She gasped and flung her head back at the sting. He then slapped the other cheek, cupping her the same way. She was grinding he hips in protest to his attacks. Teasing her lips she sighed and spread her legs to him.

"Ah, ah, ah," he corrected her, "not yet. You haven't received your full punishment."

She whined in protest but grew to shouts as her bottom was roughly warmed by his ever constant hand. He watched her bottom bounce below the strength of each slap and delighted in her kicks of protest. At one point she put her hand back to protect her sore, reddened bottom and he quickly grabbed it and held it out of the way.

She kicked and yelled, rocking her body across his lap. But he was relentless. He fell into a stride of slaps from cheek to cheek and sit spot to thigh. She cried out and tried to cover her cheeks with her hand, but he grabbed her wrist and continued on without missing a beat.




Finally she howled and straightened her legs in a body long muscle clench. He took the opportunity to aim his attention on her sit spot and her screams went up a knotch.

"Please, Please PLEEAASE!" She shouted.

"Yes?" He answered her calmly, "was there something you wanted?"

"Please Sir, I can't take any more!!!"

"Are you sure?" he egged her on, laying on a few heartfelt slaps before dipping his lands to tease the sweet lips between her legs.

"MMhhhggmmm" she moaned.

"Well, well, well... someone is very naughty."


He teased her for a bit, causing her to swell in other places. Then without warning, lifted her to her feet and pointed her toward the corner. She pouted at him lovingly, but he slapped her bottom in warning.



Standing in the corner she decided that the evening breeze wasn't that bad after all...