This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
A Good Cry
By
Naughty Kris <naughtygirlkris@hotmail.com>
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was late for work. I ruined my stockings and the day had barely begun. By the time I got off work things hadn't gotten any better. I left work with the intent to go home and sulk. But when Jase came home, he refused to let me sulk. He was upbeat and would do anything to cheer me up. But I didn't want to be cheered up. I wanted want to be left alone. Maybe I just needed a good cry.
He tried everything to cheer me up, but nothing was working. He was starting to annoy me and soon I got bitchy and took it out on him. When I was done yelling and cursing the love of my life, he simply stated "If you want a good cry, I'll give you something to cry about."
I was a little dumbfounded, as I hadn't heard that phrase since childhood, but soon I found myself over his lap with my nightie raised. Spankings with Jase had always been sensual and I'd never been close to tears. It was foreplay, but I soon realized he was serious as he proceeded to warm my bottom.
Before long, he'd sent me to get my hairbrush. I'd heard of hairbrushes used for spanking, but this was an actual 'hairbrush," the kind I used in my hair daily. But he seemed content and off I went to retrieve it. Within seconds of the brush exchanging hands, I regretted handing it over. This was going to be a very memorable spanking. I winced with each smack of the brush and soon I was pleading for him to stop. He paused only momentarily and rubbed the brush across my rear and continued when I had settled down. Soon I was squirming again and kicking my legs. The brush continued to assault the back of my thighs and my vulnerable cheeks. I was on the verge of tears.
Soon he'd cast the brush aside and the palm of his hand got reacquainted with my backside. It didn't take long until his heavy hand cause me to lose control. The tears flowed and soon I began to sob. And when we both knew I couldn't take any more, it was over. It didn't matter that I was sobbing and crying like an 8-year-old or that my ass was on fire. All that mattered was that Jase was there. He lovingly brushed my tears away and held me close and told me if I ever needed something to cry about, just ask him.
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls001(at)worldnet(dot)att(dot)net>
An ill-tempered brat learns the difference between a sensual, foreplay- type spanking and a disciplinary spanking ... the hard way. Nicely crafted, and with a real sense of affection between the participants.
Simon <srb(at)srb@imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
An in some ways classic domestic spanking scene, nicely written. I liked seeing the description of the changing emotions, and the fact that this was a new experience.