Justice in Their Eyes

Hi spanky friends, just a quick warning this is… very mature! I hope you enjoy. 😀


Justice huffed and slammed her laptop closed. She’d been sitting there for over an hour, and no matter what she tried writing just wasn’t happening. She’d started about a dozen stories, but none of them were working. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, resisting the urge to throw her mouse or, worse, computer. That’s when she looked up across the kitchen table and caught sight of Finley. At just over 6-foot, Finley’s sharp jaw was set, and brown eyebrow was raised.

            “Problem?” Finley asked, their eyes studying every move she made. Justice chewed her lip as she considered her answer. This felt like a trick question.

            “No… I’m just done…”

Finley narrowed their eyes but went back, stirring the pot on the stove.

            Justice left Finley to the cooking and went to her bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed and stared at the ugly grey carpet she had still not replaced. She sat as still as she could while willing her frustration to subside. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets. She was losing the battle. She picked up a pillow and slammed it into the bed as hard as possible. She did it again. And again. And then another. Three minutes later, Justice fell to her knees, out of breath, but she didn’t feel any better. In fact, the frustration had grown. She looked at the door to the very faint noise coming from the kitchen. She growled.  

            She could see the look on Finley’s face. Their eyes are full of care and concern, with just a hint of dominance. Justice sighed and stood and smoothed out her skirt in the hope that Finley wouldn’t notice her little tantrum. If they did… well…. the conversation that followed would hurt like hell.  She kicked the pillow once more before she opened her bedroom door.

            Justice stepped into the kitchen and watched Finley for a moment. They were too busy going between pots on the stove and muttering quietly to notice her. Obviously, she needed to get their attention. She took her shirt off, leaving her silk white camisole on, and threw it across the kitchen in the direction of Finley. It landed a few inches to their left on the countertop.

            “Can I help you?” Finley questioned without looking up from the stove.

            “Yes,” Justice muttered as she shifted from foot to foot, frustration very much controlling the tone she was using.

            “What can I do for you?” Finley turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Justice tingled. Finley had that look. The I’m about to eat you alive look. She gulped and stepped a bit closer.

            “I am frustrated. Everything sucks. I can’t work.” Justice tried not to whine. She really did.

            “I see. And how can I help you with this?” Finley’s voice had a playful tone.

 Justice felt her face heat up. Finley was a tease. “You know how to help,” Justice challenged them.

Finley smirked. Of course, they did. But that wasn’t as fun. “I don’t. Maybe you should ask for whatever is on your mind.”

Justice crossed her arms again and growled. She turned and was about to go back to her room to hit the mattress more with the pillow when a firm voice stopped her.

            “Freeze.” Finley was next to her a moment later.

Justice was forcefully turned around and was now face to face with those grey-blue eyes. Finley gripped her chin tightly, holding eye contact. “Ask, kitten. Ask before you don’t

have a choice.”

Justice tried to squirm out of the strong grip. Finley held tight. Her stomach was tight, and every fiber of her being was on fire with frustration and arousal.

            “I know you are busy, but I need you. I need a… a spanking and… to come.”

Finley squeezed her chin just a bit before letting her go. “Then, a spanking you will get, kitten.”

Justice shivered at Finley’s deeper tone.

            “Take your panties off.”

Justice struggled to breathe. Her body was somehow hotter and more sensitive even to her own touch than just a few moments ago. She pulled up her skirt and watched, mesmerized as Finley unbuckled their belt.

Justice slowly pulled her panties down to her knees before letting them drop to the tiled floor, just as Finley gradually pulled the belt from their blue jean loops. She stepped out of her panties before letting the skirt fall again. Finley pulled the belt out the rest of the way, folded it in half, and held it to their side.

            “Good girl,” Finley said, making  Justice blush. “Hands on the counter.”

“Yes, Finley.” Justice sucked in a breath, and Finley stepped closer.  Justice met Finley’s eyes a moment before she turned and leaned over the counter.

Finley’s right hand was on her a moment later. It traveled slowly down her back, then bottom, and finally down her thighs where it slowly started to travel back up her thigh, now under her skirt, bringing the skirt with it exposing all her intimate parts to them. Finley squeezed one cheek before flipping the skirt up out of the way completely.

            “Such a lovely bottom. Will be even lovelier once I turn it red with my belt.” Finley’s hand left her bottom before she felt the tip of Finley’s belt trace up to her inner thigh and then lightly tease her sensitive lips.

            “Don’t get out of position, or you won’t get your reward.” Finley pulled the belt back and quickly slashed it across the center of her cheeks.

Justice hissed but pushed her bottom out, further willing the next swat to come in a hurry. And it did. Finley began a steady barrage of smacks from the center of her bottom down to the tops of her thighs with expert precision. Finley would travel down her ass and then back up, just barely overlapping the lashes.

While every swat heated Justice’s bottom, it also heated her core. She could feel how wet she was becoming. She pushed her bottom out further and whimpered. Everything was on fire. She resisted reaching for her clit. It ached for attention.

            “How’s that bottom, kitten?” Finley stopped after several rounds with the belt and stepped close enough for Justice to feel the jeans they were wearing press into her tender backside.       

            “Hot.” She breathed out.

            “I’d imagine it is.”

Finley was leaning over her now. One arm was wrapped around her chest, and the other wrapped around resting right above her mound. Justice moaned and pushed back into Finley’s jeans, hoping to find some contact.

            “Please,” Justice begged. She was doing everything possible to be a good girl. She wanted to be allowed to come.

            “Spread,” Finley ordered right next to her ear. Their voice alone made her sex pulse.

Justice did as told and spread her legs. Finley’s hand traveled lower.

            “Wider, kitten.”

Justice whimpered and spread her legs even further apart.  She wiggled her hips, seeking Finley’s fingers.  “Finley,” she begged again just above a whisper.

Finley growled and bit her shoulder hard.

Justice whimpered in pain momentarily before following it up with a moan.  

            “In time, kitten.” Finley slowly ran a single finger between her neither lips and then up around her hard clit, causing Justice to moan at the electric touch. “Such a naughty girl. Wet and ready to come just because of the kiss of my belt.” Finley kept the soft touch but continued to tease her opening and clit in turn. “I’m sure this deserves another dose of my belt, kitten. Seeing as how you aren’t learning your lesson.”

            Justice spread her legs further, and she felt the pleasure building in her middle. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed Finley’s hand. She moaned and began moving her hips in rhythm with Finley’s strokes.

They tutted in her ear, “Not yet, kitten. Not yet.”

Justice gasped when Finley gently pinched the bundle of nerves before popping her engorged sex and stepping back. “Remember what I said. Stay in position if you want to finish tonight.”

Justice nodded but kept her eyes closed. She now was basically laying on the counter, her legs wide on full display and wanting. Something. Anything. She missed Finley’s touch.  It was forever yet almost too soon, when Justice felt the belt rest on her flaming cheeks again. She groaned. Fuck, couldn’t Finley hurry up?  

Quickly though, Finley pulled back and reconnected the belt to her right sit spot, then the left, then her right thigh, then her left once more. The pleasure built back up in her middle again with every stroke. And oh, did it hurt, but it also felt heavenly.

Finley made this a pattern. Stripe after strike meeting her sit spots and thighs. But Justice wasn’t complaining. She was teetering on the edge.  Already so close, and Finley wasn’t even touching her.

            Justice couldn’t take it anymore. She shoved her hand under her shirt in search of her nipple. She moaned when she touched the erect tissue. She bit her lip and began to pinch the sensitive skin as the swats to her bottom got even hotter.

            “So, naughty. Playing with your own nipple as I strap your bottom.” Finley delivered a final searing set of swats to the full of her cheeks and dropped the belt. Justice could feel them again just over her, pressing into her. There was nothing slow now. Finley’s hand was between her legs playing with her clit again. Circling it fast and continuously.

            “Can I please?” Justice whispered.

Finley gripped her hair lightly and pulled her head back. “Let me hear you,” Finley demanded. They then stopped just long enough to give her middle another slap, but then circled again. Her own fingers tightened around her nipple. She moaned. Finley’s circling picked up the pace.

            “Come, kitten.”

Finley let go of her hair and slapped her thigh, which is what set her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. Justice couldn’t scream. She couldn’t moan. She just shook in Finley’s arms. Damn them. Damn their belt. She let her breath go and felt the release wash over her. She let go of her nipple, and Finley hugged her from behind.

            “There ya go, kitten. Good girl. Relax.”

Justice melted into Finley’s arms and enjoyed their strong embrace. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

            “Thank you.” They stood together in the tired quiet for several long minutes before Finley gently pulled Justice into a standing position and lead them down to her bedroom. Finley helped Justice out of her skirt and then into the bed.

            They cuddled together, both tired. Justice looked up at Finley. “Can… I… help?” She quietly asked.

Finley shook their head and gave another hug.

Justice relaxed and closed her eyes.  All her frustration was gone now. They stayed cuddled together for a while until life caught back up and required their attention. But the frustration was gone, and a story was written.

6 thoughts on “Justice in Their Eyes

  1. Hi Logan, thank you for sharing this story I really enjoyed it! Such a wonderful relation. Love how you write the dialogue,  the interactions, and both tender and intensive feelings making it natural, and real and very very hot!
    Also I love the ending. 😊❤

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  2. Awesome. I’m a huge fan of almost any kind of spanking story, but I have a soft spot for erotic spanking lesfic, or whatever you want to call it. And I was totally not talking about my backside.
    Thanks for the hot 🔥 read. Just what I needed to end my day.

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