I have not seen or heard from Stuart in 3 months, Not since that night. I confess, I miss him, a lot. Just not enough to give in to his demands. I’m stubborn as all get out, and so in spite of myself I refuse to give in. It might make for a barren spanking life, but it sure as hell keeps everything else under my control this way. If he offered to spank me again though, I would be there like a shot, just sayin…
So imagine my surprise when I received a text from him this morning! He is working locally to me and wants to know if he can call in and collect his paddle and anything else he may have left behind?
Cold little text, no emojis, no kisses, just a few words asking for his stuff back, fuck him, he could wait. I grabbed my car keys and my purse and I opened the front door. Yeah, he was at the door, waiting. I guess he knows me quite well now?
I sighed and stood back to let him in.
‘Your paddle is in the kitchen, and your other stuff is spread all over the house so you will have to go find it yourself, I’m going out, so lock up when you’re done please.’
I didn’t even look at him, I just wanted to get out of there while I still could.
Stuart put his hand on my arm and slowed my exit. ‘Gem, wait. Can we talk please? I really miss you, I even miss your bad behaviour and smart mouth!’ A flicker of a smile curved his lips as he spoke. He stood closer to me, my pulse kicked up 10 notches, I inhaled his scent and went dizzy, (no romantic wordy stuff from me peeps, sorry) and I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. Only slightly! Jeez if you could just see this man! All toned muscles, tall and lean, and those eyes! Damn, I could feel myself leaning in and getting lost. Slightly was all I had in me! I was hard put not to pull instead of push! Then my mouth saved me and had a party all of its own.
‘Is that all you miss Stuart? Don’t you miss the spanking too? Isn’t that why you’re here? For your paddle? Obviously you’ve found another bottom to spank, which is why you need the paddle back. So, I’ve told you where it is, help yourself, I shall leave you to it.’ Ha! Way to Go Mouth! Jump right in there and cause your Mama a whole heap of trouble why don’t you?!
He blew out an exasperated sigh, ‘No, I haven’t found someone else, I used the paddle as an excuse to call and see you! Why are we fighting Gem?’
I stared at him coldly, ‘Because you didn’t care enough about me to keep your anger to yourself Stuart, that’s why we’re fighting. Because you couldn’t get your own way and you ranted in my face. In short, you scared the crap out of me and I’m not coming back into the ring for round two.’ I was amazed at how unemotionally I delivered that, I didn’t even know that was the reason I was so torn up about it all.
I might as well have punched him in the stomach, he literally deflated before my eyes, his face was ashen and he looked devastated, Good! Now he knew what it felt like!
Spiteful bitch I am. I couldn’t keep it up though, he truly was devastated and I couldn’t stand to see him like that. ( Yeah, I know, who the hell do I turn in to with this man? Meh!) I gave up trying to leave and closed the front door. I turned away from him and headed for the kitchen. I took two cups down and made us both coffee. Don’t be getting all excited peeps, I’m not changing my mind, he’s been a friend a lot longer than he was a lover, and I keep telling you all I miss him! I want my friend back. I’m prepared to back down that far, and like I said earlier, maybe if he suggested a spanking I might take him up on it…
He sat in his usual seat at the table and I put his coffee in front of him and sat down at the side of him. He reached over and held my hand, stroking it with his thumb, backwards and forwards… I was mesmerized by the feelings that stupid little bit of contact was creating in the pit of my stomach!
‘I’m really sorry Gem, I’ve never been like that with anyone ever, and to do that to you of all people… I know what you’ve lived through, I should have known better. I’m very sorry.’ Aw shit, I hate it when people do that! Genuinely apologise and you know they mean every bloody word! I wanted to shout at him, I wanted to say my piece, I wanted to make him feel terrible for the way he had made me feel. He robbed me by being genuinely remorseful, worse than that he was really upset by how deeply his actions that day had affected me. How do I fight against that? I couldn’t even ram the point home because he got it. He already understood what he had done.
See, the thing is, even though Stuart managed to scare the crap out of me during the big argument, I still trusted him not to hurt me. I knew deep down, he would walk away rather than physically hurt me. Despite all the harsh words, and I am as guilty of throwing some nasty words around too, I knew I was safe. I just didn’t like that he had resorted to the ‘I can shout louder than you, and look angrier and scarier than you’ tactics my checkered past was full of.
Anyway, I sighed deeply, shook my head, withdrew my treacherous hand, and drank my coffee. Then I smiled at him. ‘How have you been Stu? I missed you too, by the way.’
He threw his head back and laughed, it was a beautiful sound and I relaxed and began to enjoy his impromptu visit immensely. It wasn’t long before the conversation took it’s usual turn towards all things spanking. I suppose Stu knows me well enough to know, he may have stopped spanking me, but I was always going to carry on. He just assumed I would go back to self spanking with the machine.
I told him about my short foray into the world of internet spanking and how I had ended up being the conductor of a hard spanking for Aaron’s bottom. I was laughing as I relayed the details of the conman’s fall from grace in my world.
ANDDDDDD that got me into trouble…
Stuart shook his head in dismay and then levelled that stern look at me that makes my legs turn to jelly and other parts of me to liquid heat! ‘Gem! You are utterly incorrigible! You deserve a spanking more than this Aaron bloke did! Your behaviour… honestly woman!’
I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest and stretched my short legs out in front of me and I glared right back at him. ‘Anyone would think you had some say in the matter of my behaviour Stuart. But we both know you don’t so hey ho, I guess I’m getting away with anything and everything these days.’
Stuart did his single raised eyebrow thing, there was a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth but he continued to view me sternly. In a low voice that made my kneecaps wobble, he said, ‘Are you telling me I can’t spank you Gem?’
I shook my head and kept silent. I wanted to see where he was going with this.
He grinned at me, ‘You aren’t telling me I can’t spank you, yet you’ve just told me I don’t have a say in your behaviour any longer. You’re arguing against yourself.’ He raised a questioning eyebrow again.
‘No I’m not,’ I said, ‘You’re the one doing all the talking, I’m just listening. But, I can clarify if it would help you. Of course you can spank me, but you don’t have any say over my behaviour. I’m not answering to you Stuart. I’m not curbing my excesses for you either. They are mine and I’m owning that shit these days.’ I waited. It didn’t take long at all.
He winced at my bad language, jeez anyone would think I had F bombed all over the place. He leaned forward and tugged my arm free and I let him. My pulse was doing a tap dance to rival the River Dance tempo and my tummy filled up with butterflies. He pulled me to my feet and I went with it. He pushed his chair out wide from the table and looked at my skirt pointedly and then my face. ‘Hand me the paddle Gem and then dispose of the skirt, it’s way past time baby.’
Damn it! 5 Minutes! That’s all it took! five whole minutes from me being fuming with him to being bare-assed across his knee taking a good solid warm up hand spanking! Oh god I had missed this. It hurt like hell because I hadn’t been spanked in over a week so it didn’t take long before I was making little mewling sounds and wriggling about to try to distribute the heat more evenly. Stuart always went for the tender spots first, top of the thighs and the centre of my twin globes! I wriggled some more and yelped as he caught my thighs full on with a flurry of sharp spanks to each one. He anchored me around the waist more firmly and pulled me up his thighs higher so that my bottom was now raised up in the centre of his lap.
He stopped the hand spanking and stroked my heated cheeks, letting his fingernails gently score the sensitive skin until I thought I was going to scream with frustration. He squeezed my thighs gently, stroked between my legs, lingered over my pussy lips and slid his fingers through the juices that were always present whenever he was in control of me.
‘You are a bad girl Gem, so turned on when you should be begging for forgiveness. I really have got my work cut out for me today.’ His fingers continued their gentle probing assault on my pussy and I groaned and moaned and wiggled and pushed back against his hand but he laughed and slapped my bottom hard on both cheeks.
‘Oh no, Lady! This is punishment and you are going to be so red and sore you won’t sit down for a week after this spanking. I promise you.’
I felt him reach down and retrieve the paddle from the floor at the side of the chair and then that first spank landed so hard and fast I had no time to prepare for the sting that exploded across both my cheeks. I yowled and put my hand behind me to try to cover my bottom, bloody hell that hurt like blazes!! I kicked my legs out at the same time and wriggled as the paddle connected again and again in a fast heavy stream of spanks all over my thighs then my cheeks, my hand caught one and I swiftly cursed and removed it from the spanking area, I heard him chuckle as he made full use of the area my hand had vacated and I squealed and kicked out. He trapped my legs between his own and I was upended even further so I had to place my hands on the floor to maintain my balance.
Oh god my bottom was on fire! The heat was erupting everywhere, the throbbing had set in now and my pussy was dripping and I was sobbing and yelping and he just carried on, bringing that paddle down everywhere, Crack! It landed on my left cheek and the sting went so deep it felt like I had been bitten! Crack! The paddle came down on my right cheek and I squealed at the impact, smack, smack on my thighs, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, OW! That hurt so much I could feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes.
Then he paused, pushed open my legs and his fingers stroked my pussy, pushing past my lips to find my throbbing clit and he flicked and rubbed and sank his fingers where ever he wanted, soaking them then wiping them on my overheated bottom then back to my clit and oh my GOD!! I came so hard I saw stars, I moaned deeply and he laughed and resumed his spanking with the paddle. I screamed and raised up howling and begging and pleading for it to stop now. ‘Please stop now, I promise I won’t go hunting on the internet, I promise not to take my frustrations out on someone else’s bottom I promise I promise I promise!’ The tears were flowing freely and I was sobbing hard. He ignored all my pleas and continued with the spanking for another excruciatingly long 10 minutes until my bottom was a deep, deep purple and my thighs were a solid block of heat and pain and throbbing sensation. He held the paddle in front of my face and spoke very quietly, ‘Open up Gem, paddle between the teeth baby, and don’t you dare drop it or you will get another 10 minutes of the same.’
I gripped that paddle between my teeth and bit down, hard. I would bite a blasted chunk out of that damned thing before the day was out, so help me.
I tried to stand and his hand pushed me back into position.
‘Oh no, we aren’t done yet baby, stay where you are until I tell you you can move.’ I resumed the position and waited. I felt his hand smoothing over the hot, hot skin of my bottom now, smoothing, squeezing, fingernails dragging, then a flurry of sharp slaps all over and I bit down and yelped all at the same time. He repeated the actions a few times, spanking then stroking then spanking then stroking, until I didn’t think it was ever going to end.
He was slowing down now, the spanks were becoming lighter, his fingers were between my thighs again, he squeezed my inner thighs and it made me groan deeply, bloody hell this was slow torture, then his fingers found my pussy and he stroked and slid and stroked and slid those fingers until I was trembling all over and desperate to cum. He knew exactly what he was doing too, because he leaned down and whispered, ‘You can cum when I tell you baby, not before. You cum before, you are going to be spanked for another ten minutes with the paddle. Be a good girl and be patient while I play….’
An hour later and I was sat fully dressed and alone in my kitchen wondering just where I had lost the high ground and the control. I was feeling utterly, but delightfully exhausted, my bottom and thighs were on fire and throbbing away happily, my pussy? Well, she was sleeping now, but damn she had had herself a good time today!
I looked at the paddle Stuart had left on the table and I smiled a very satisfied smile.
All images are courtesy of the internet, except the paddles, they are mine. (Both of them now 😂)