Ryan’s Rules – Part Five

First and foremost I want to tell you all how great Ms. Cabot is! She’s been sickly for a bit now with a cold, but she managed to hang in there and get some pretty great writing done for this little bit. Good job Star! 🙂 This story is going to be wrapping up soon and off to other adventures we will go!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.


Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room.  She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”

Emily gulped.  She knew she was in trouble, but suddenly face to face with Ryan and forced to reply Ryan’s rules aloud, she realized just how deep she’d gone.  After all, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for her to break a rule here or there. Her laundry often ‘missed’ the hamper, or she’d press something a little too far, but to think that she’d actually broken all five rules at once was a little unfathomable. 

“Um,” Emily stuttered, then let out a long sigh.  “I need to take care of myself, clean up after myself, be honest, remember to eat, and um, stay safe.”   

“Very good,” Ryan nodded.  “Now tell me how you broke each one of those rules?”

“Ryan,” Emily started to whine but got cut off by a raised eyebrow.  “Okay, fine. I um, didn’t eat dinner.”

“Yes, the ice cream.”

“Yeah, and I fell asleep on the sofa and didn’t pick up my clothes in the living room.”

“Very good, and?”

“And, I um… I didn’t do the rounds before I fell asleep to make sure everything was locked up for the night.”

“I see,” Ryan frowned.  “So by my count that’s four? What are we missing?”

“Well…I didn’t go grocery shopping like I promised I would,” Emily added with a small blush.  “I know that’s not technically a lie, but I did break my word, as I knew it was my turn and I didn’t follow through… and…”

Ryan’s frown deepened with her confession, making Emily shift back and forth from foot to foot. “And?”

“And, I haven’t really been honest with you lately.  I haven’t gone shopping because I just haven’t been eating, well a lot.  It’s been busy at work, and well, the vending machine isn’t the best place to get lunch.”

“I see,” Ryan nodded.  “I figured that you probably forgot to lock up  since you fell asleep with the TV still on…”

Emily’s cheeks flushed as she interrupted. “I didn’t leave anything open on purpose, and technically, you were the last one to leave the house today, so if anything wasn’t locked it wasn’t really my fault.”

Ryan gave her a look and Emily cringed a moment before Ryan popped her thigh. “You know that’s not an excuse, young lady, but I’m not really concerned with that so much. I’m much more concerned with you skipping meals, Em. You know that’s a big one.  How many days have you had lunch from the vending machine, or just skipped a meal altogether?”

“A few,” Emily frowned, wishing that she could rub her thigh.  Ryan was still holding her hands and her thigh was stinging from the slap, but she knew that was nothing compared to how much her backside would soon be stinging when Ryan really got to work. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“I know you are, Em, but you know that’s also not good enough.  You have a spanking coming, and a big one at that. Come on now, let’s get this moving.”

Emily bit her lip as Ryan finally let go of her hands and then helped her step out of the shorts she’s slipped on before breakfast.  She hadn’t bothered with panties and now as she shivered in the short-cropped pajama shirt she wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake.  Maybe Ryan would have let her leave them on, at least for a little while.  

With a sigh and a wrinkle of her nose at the thought, she was too soon distracted as Ryan tipped her over her lap.  Emily found herself looking at the carpet and using her fingertips to balance herself as Ryan, tapped her other end with her palm.

“You know I love you, Em.  I’m sorry I have to do this,” Ryan paused before giving her a solid swat on her right cheek, “but you know you need me to remind you that the rules aren’t just there for my pleasure.”  Ryan paused again, giving her a stingy and quick series of a half-dozen spanks. “It’s to keep you both healthy and safe.”

“I know,” Emily sniffled as Ryan’s lecture ended. Another swat landed, this time on her left cheek and then was echoed on her right.  Spank after spank rang down in a slow and steady, bouncing from sensitive cheek to sensitive cheek.  

“Ouch!” Emily cried out at Ryan managed to swat her more tender sit-spots.  She couldn’t help wiggling and whining as the heat started to spread. Ryan was only getting started and Emily was already wishing it was over.  “Please, Ryan, I’m sorry. I am!”

“Un-huh,” Ryan grunted before giving her a face and evil dozen pops.  She then paused and rubbed for a moment before saying, “I should spank you every night for a week with all that naughtiness that you just confessed.  It’s been a long time since I really lit you up, little girl, but tonight a handful of swats isn’t going to cover it.”

Her warning over, Ryan then resumed the spanking, which only seemed to get harder and hotter by the moment.  Emily was biting her lip, trying to keep the protest at a minimum, but she was also quickly losing her resolve.  “Oh! Owie!” she whined as Ryan’s hand only continued its dance. 

In her head, Emily tried to distract herself.  She tried to count the swats but didn’t get past ten before she practically wiggled off Ryan’s lap.  Ryan had to again pause to pull her back into position. She took a moment to rub her hand over Emily’s bare bottom, which now felt hot and tingly as Ryan’s stong palm caressed it.  

“I think it’s been too long, if you think you can just wiggle off like that, Em.  Do it again and there will be consequences, understand?”

Emily gulped.  “Yes ma’am,” she replied, thinking back to some of her earliest punishments.  The only time Ryan had ever used a belt was to remind her to stay in position, and that lesson had only needed to be repeated twice.  She wasn’t about to let tonight be a third time.  

“Good,” Ryan nodded before giving her bottom a pat.  “I think we’re almost warm enough, but not quite yet.”

Emily whimpered as Ryan again raised her palm, starting the spanking anew.  This time the swats came faster and in sets — three at a time on each cheek.  Emily let out a small squeak of protest, but dug in and concentrated on staying in position.  She certainly wasn’t going to make this any worse then it had to be. 

Ryan’s Rules – Part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three.

Thanks to my coauthor for pushing this one through we WILL get there with this story! 😉


For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again. 

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.   

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised. 

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.

Emily felt herself catch and then peak, like the million butterflies in her tummy all took off at once.    

With a small smile, Ryan slowly withdrew. She moved up and took Emily’s lips in a deep kiss.  “Good morning, my love.”

“Morning,” Emily echoed with a smile. 

“Still bored?”

“Nope.”

Ryan chuckled and then covered her mouth with a yawn.  She glanced at the clock. “Ugh, I got about 3 hours.”

“I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have woken you.”

“It’s okay.  We can take a nap later.”

“Hmmm,” Emily replied as she let her hand run down the side of Ryan’s thigh. “I can try to keep you awake now.”

“You could,” Ryan said before taking Emily’s hand off her thigh and bringing it to her lips for a kiss.  “But now that I’m up, I’m hungry.”

“Hungry?” Emily’s eyes went wide before she smirked.  “Me too.”

“I meant for actual food, brat,” Ryan said as she snaked her hand around and popped Emily’s backside.

“Hey!” Emily yipped making Ryan laugh. 

Ryan pecked Emily’s pouty lips again before sliding from the bed. “Okay, up and at ‘em. Let’s go cook.” 

With a groan, Emily also slid from the bed, following Ryan out her side, and taking the opportunity to trail a hand lightly across Ryan’s bare abdomen. The touch made Ryan shudder and Emily grinned as she hand started to slide south. “Or we could order in,” she suggested leaning forward to kiss the top curve of Ryan’s bare chest.

Ryan moaned and wrapped her arms around Emily. She pushed her hips into Emily’s hand, moving them below her waist.  “Best idea I’ve heard in a long time.” 

Emily smiled before turning her attention to Ryan’s chest.  She pulled a firm nipple into her mouth to suck. “I thought so,” she mumbled around puckered skin. 

***

“That was really good,” Ryan observed as she placed the stack of plates into the sink.  She turned back around and met Emily’s eyes. Holding her eyes for a moment, Emily shifted and then blushed, averting her gaze.  Ryan raised a knowing eyebrow and remarked, “It’s good to know you had an actual meal, unlike last night. You know with protein, vitamins, carbs and all that.” Ryan then watched Emily shift.  After seeing ice cream container on the coffee table, she had her suspicion and Emily had just confirmed it. 

“You noticed that, huh?” Emily asked.  Her eyes were glued to the marble countertop as her finger nervously traced a darker vein in the pattern.  

“The empty ice cream container, and no trace of any other dishes?  That’s something I always notice, Em.” Ryan leaned into the island separating her from the short brunette.

“You do have that bad habit,” Emily mumbled not looking up from where she was still tracing the lines of the marble.

“I don’t know that I would call it a bad habit to notice what the love of my life gets up to while I’m not around,” Ryan scolded.  She paused a moment before adding, “You know what this means right?” 

Ryan could hear Emily whine before she nodding only once. 

“Use your voice, Emily Nichole.” Ryan sharply warned. 

Emily’s shoulders straightened before she muttered, “Yes, ma’am. Should I go wait for you?”  

“I think that’d be a wise choice.” Emily nodded before slipping from the chair and disappearing into the doorway that led into their living room. Ryan didn’t say anything more but just watched her go. As much as she would rather spend the day in bed, things wouldn’t be right between her and Emily if she didn’t sort it out. Ryan only had five rules, and the best she could figure Emily had most likely broken at least four of the five if not all five together.  They were in for a serious chat, one that neither of them were looking forward too. 

With a sigh, Ryan pushed off the counter and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, avoiding the living room which her partner was supposed to be waiting in. She made her way directly to her closet and opened the top drawer which held all of the couple’s toys — most of which were used for spanking. Studying the selection, Ryan pulled out the long bath brush and closed the drawer. 

The brush was heavy in her hand.  It was made of a solid light-oak and at 18-inches long, had a 1-inch flat oval backing.  She knew it was far from Emily’s favorite in their collection, which meant it would be perfect for her task ahead.  Knowing that Emily was in for a true punishment, Ryan closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. She took a deep breath before making the short trek back down the hallway. 

***

Emilly shivered in the corner. She had yet to hear Ryan enter the room and the longer she stood in the corner the more she wanted her top to hurry up.  Her solitude in the corner only compounded the guilt she was already feeling as her mind replayed the last few days. 

She found herself shifting as a cool breeze blew through, causing goose-bumps to appear on her bare back and legs.  The cold only made the wait worse, for she knew it was all in her head. There was no breeze, it wasn’t even cold in the house.  It was only her nerves and imagination that was making her feel guilty. It was worse too, for she didn’t have to wonder why she had behaved like she had the last few days. She knew. She knew when she had broken their first rule and not picked up groceries.  It had been her turn, and she should have done it three days ago. She had hoped Ryan would notice and say something in a passing moment, but her partner had been too distracted. 

In a way, they both had been. Both women had been busy and truth be told, she simply missed Ryan. She now felt guilty and sad for the way she acted out, but sometimes her bratty side took over and acted on all the feelings she couldn’t control. And she had to admit, it had worked. Ryan was soon going to be giving her all the attention she would want. 

Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room. She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Yet, slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”


Hi spanky ladies and lads! I know this story is moving slow, but we are finally getting to the part you all have been waiting for! Next week some cheeks are gonna be pink ;). Thanks for sticking with me (us) while we have been writing this story slowly. As always please feel free to comment. Tell us what you think should happen to such a naughty brat!

Keep it spanky! 😉

-LT

Ryan’s Rules – Part 3

Part One

Part Two


The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt.  As she reached out and softly touch Ryan’s cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again.

The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan’s hold to further admire the toned body beside her.  Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.

Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan’s hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch.  Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan’s hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan’s womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.

Emily moved up a bit higher, gently placing a kiss on Ryan’s right arm before pushing her shirt up a bit more and then kissing the soft flesh of her belly. Ryan let out a little groan and Emily peaked up at Ryan’s face, only to smirk when she realized that Ryan was still deep in slumber.  Not being able to resist, she placed firmer kiss and a small lick to her belly, nipping at the exposed skin. Ryan only mewed in her sleep and shifted onto her back.

Emily took the opportunity to once again move and carefully straddled Ryan’s lap. She then leaned over, pushing Ryan’s shirt up higher to expose both breasts.  With a big smile, she carefully took a moment to cup both, gently massaging them, and slowing awakening each nipple.

The play was fun, but it was also a bit strange.  It wasn’t the first time she’d woken Ryan up this way, although Ryan usually responded much faster.   She wanted more, so she bent forward and whispered into Ryan’s ear, “Babbbeeee, I’m bored.”

Ryan huffed and mewed louder under her.  Emily responded with her tongue, trailing it from just below Ryan’s ear, slowly down her neck, and finally across her collar bone. She nipped Ryan’s collarbone once and waited for a reaction. Getting none she nipped a bit harder. Ryan’s hand suddenly came alive and popped her on her still bare cheek. Emily could only giggle and bite again earning her another swat.

“Behave…” Ryan groggily muttered.

“Or what?” Emily challenged.

Blue eyes opened and then narrowed almost dangerously.  “I’ll hang you upside down by your toes.”

Emily’s eyes went wide and then she giggled.  “You are such a brat.”

Ryan rolled her eyes and then swatted Emily’s thigh.  “I’m going to turn your backside crimson today.”

The edge on Ryan’s voice made Emily shiver.  If she wasn’t wet before, she was practically dripping now, but she also knew that Ryan’s words were gospel.  “Maybe I can change your mind?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Nope, but you’re welcome to try.”

Emily’s lip slipped into a pout, but she couldn’t help being drawn into Ryan again as Ryan squeezed her naked cheek.  She fell forward, meeting Ryan’s lips and soon forgot all about any trouble that she might actually be in. They kissed, raw and hard as Ryan pulled her closer and Emily was helpless to resist.

Emily soon found herself being moved as Ryan rolled her over and somehow managed to divest them both of all their clothing.  For once Ryan didn’t seem to mind the shorts on the floor on the shirts on the edge of the bed. She was too busy groping, kissing, and trying to physically become one with Emily.

They struggled a bit for dominance, their tongues the primary weapon.  Licking, biting, nipping were all fair in their game of love and war. Emily found herself giggling as Ryan nibbled on an ear and then squirming as she pinned both of Emily’s hands up above her head.

“Not fair,” Emily protested, wiggling and letting out small moans as Ryan attacked her neck and kissed down her collar bone.

“Very fair, my woman.” Ryan’s voice was deep, commanding even, and Emily felt her lower belly flutter with anticipation.  Her sex was already soaked, but Ryan pressing her was making it throb and beg for release. Emily couldn’t help twisting and withering under Ryan’s hard look, and Ryan’s crooked smile only advertised that Ryan knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Together,” Ryan suddenly urged, looking into Emily’s eyes as she released her hands. She pushed her body up against Emily’s.  Emily wrapped her arms around Ryan’s back, pulling her closer as the grinded back and forth in a heated exchange. Ryan pulled her knee up between Emily’s legs and Emily gladly welcomed the pressure.

For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again.

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised.

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.

Ryan’s Rules – Part 2

Comments always appreciated 🙂

Part one can be found here.


The sun was just rising as Ryan pulled into the driveway.  The rest of her night hadn’t gone as well as she hoped. Her patient in 403, although had been revived, was rushed into surgery.  He was still in when she handed over his case to the next shift. It was always heart wrenching when one of her patients was in danger, but at the same time, she was more than relieved to be home. Right now, crawling into bed with Emily was the only thing she had on her mind. 

As Ryan entered the house, however, she frowned as she heard voices, signally the TV was on.  Since she started working nights, Emily had made it a habit of falling asleep on the sofa, but they’d already had a discussion about that twice this month alone.  The sofa wasn’t the most comfortable to sleep on, and although Emily was more petite in stature, she never slept well there. She’d wake up tired and cranky and most likely have a sore back or neck to boot. 

After hearing the TV, she wasn’t surprised to find Emily exactly where she expected. Although adorable, curled up in a ball around a pillow, Ryan couldn’t help but be a little annoyed. It was bad enough she never made it to the bed there was also an empty carton of ice cream on the table, and half of Emily’s clothes strew about as well.  

Emily was often exhausted when she got home from work, but she also knew the rules.  Sleeping the night away on the lumpy sofa was just the beginning. She knew that clothes were to go in the hamper and dirty dishes had to at least make it to the sink.  At least this time there wasn’t a half-empty pizza box on the table, but then the lack of other dishware made Ryan wonder just what her naughty little girlfriend had eaten for dinner.  

Some rules she could overlook, but skipping a meal was a big one.  Emily was already to thin and had a tendency to get migraines if her blood sugar dropped too low.   Her rules were there for a reason, as were the consequences they’d both agreed to when she broke them.  

With that thought in mind, Ryan sat down on the edge of the sofa and patted her girlfriend’s bottom to wake her.  “Em? Hey, honey. I’m home,” Ryan cooed. 

Emily wrinkled her nose before slowly opening her eyes.  She seemed disoriented a moment before her blue eyes opened in surprise.  “Ryan! God, what time is it? Oh, I’m sorry I must have…”

“Fallen asleep on the sofa,” Ryan finished her sentence.  “I noticed. And it’s morning, obviously. Come on,” she said, offering a hand to her partner and pulling her up.  “We can talk about this later. I want to enjoy being next to you for the hour or so before you have to get ready.”

“Okay, but I’m not going in today.”

“You’re not?  Why?”
“It’s Sunday, silly.”

“Oh, I forgot,” Ryan smirked before swatting Emily’s bottom once.  “I guess that’ll give us plenty of time to talk later.”

Emily’s lip fell into a pout.  “Why?”

“I think you know why, young lady,” Ryan scolded as she guided Emily into their room.  “Nightshirt, no panties,” she further directed before moving over to her side of the room and starting to strip off her scrubs.  She carefully put them in the hamper, replacing them with a tank and a pair of boxers.

She then crawled into bed, watching Emily follow her directions.  Her girlfriend was still sporting a pout, but she didn’t argue. A moment later, Emily crawled in next to her and she found herself sighing in contentment.  

Emily put her head on Ryan’s shoulder and Ryan kissed it.  “How much trouble am I really in?” Emily asked. 

“Enough,” Ryan answered.  “Now, close your eyes and sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emily answered, already halfway there.  They were both exhausted and Ryan knew by Emily’s answer that she’d already submitted.  She would sleep, they both would. Content, Ryan then let her own eyes close knowing she could enjoy Emily’s touch and her scent, and every other precious moment, even in slumber.  

***

Emilly squirmed further into Ryan’s warm body, refusing to open her eyes and leave the heavenly bliss that just being with Ryan allowed. She was wrapped snugly in Ryan’s arms with no need to get out of bed anytime in the near future and that was more than okay.  They’d had too few mornings like this lately and if she had her way, they’d never get out of bed. 

With a happy sigh, she snuggled back into the pillows and relaxed to the sound of steady breathing.  She loved being with Ryan and as she thought of her partner, she couldn’t help but remember the day that she first laid eyes on her. It had been a setup, but like all things destined to happen, sometimes no matter how hard one fought against it, certain things were just meant to be.

It was actually Emily’s best friend, Nikki, who was responsible for it all.  She’d been trying to set Emily up on a blind date for several months, but Emily didn’t want any part of it.  In her experience blind dates set up by her straight friends usually didn’t go well, but that damn Nikki…she was too determined.  Nikki hounded her and tried to conveniently get them in the same room every chance she could, but it wasn’t until Nikki invited her to a Christmas party that she finally succeeded.

Emily was hesitant, but since she wasn’t working, and didn’t have any close family in the area, she ended up showing up. The Christmas Party turned out to be a small dinner party of only six. Nikki plopped her across the table from Ms. Ryan Thomas, and the awkwardness that followed was almost painful.  The two ended up sharing awkward smiles and looks, not saying more than ten words to each other throughout the whole meal. It was uncomfortable at best and Emily couldn’t get out of there fast enough as soon as dessert was over. 

The problem was that Ryan’s angular jawline, pale pink lips, and intense blue eyes stayed with her, and she didn’t know it at the time, but Ryan was having similar thoughts.  Years later, Ryan would admit that that first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she thought. Ryan was tongue tied, so taken by Emily that she couldn’t produce a full sentence even if she’d had wanted too. 

After Christmas, Nikki probed her every chance she got to meet with Ryan again, but again Emily was hesitant.  Ryan was entering her idle thoughts and dreams, making it difficult to do almost anything else, and that scared Emily.  She knew nothing about Ryan and didn’t want her fantasies to be ruined with reality. After all, Ryan barely even met her eyes that night at Christmas, why would she want to meet her again?

Days turned into weeks and Nikki finally laid off.  Emily had moved on, not knowing that Lady Fate hadn’t given up on her and Ryan.  The choice of meeting again was taken out of her hands the week before Valentine’s Day when an exhausted Emily passed out at work from dehydration and ended up in the local ER. 

Emily had been working far too many hours.  She’s been burning the candle at both ends as they’d been in the middle of a multi-million dollar lawsuit and she couldn’t remember the last time she had eight hours sleep, much less a day off.  Sleep wasn’t the only thing she’d been neglecting, her health had also declined as she hadn’t been eating or apparently drinking enough. 

Ryan hadn’t been her nurse, but as Emily was laid out in the emergency room bed getting IV fluids, Ryan had passed by. Ryan noticed Emily, and well, long story short, that was the first Valentine’s they spent together. Ryan somehow became her personal nurse making sure Emily had three meals a day, with more juice and water than she cared to think about being practically forced down her throat.  That’s when Ryan had begun to introduce her to her rules, and that is when Emily’s fantasies had started to become a reality. 

The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt.  As she reached out and softly touch Ryan’s cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again. 

The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan’s hold to further admire the toned body beside her.  Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.

Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan’s hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch.  Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan’s hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan’s womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.

Ryan’s Rules – Part 1

Hi, my kinky lads and ladies. Long time no speak. I could give you a bunch of excuses for my absence but I won’t instead I will just bring you a story! The lovely Stardawn Cabot and I are together again in a little short story we have written with some new characters. Thanks, SD for the help of getting writing again! You are the best! 😀


As usual, the house was quiet and dark when Emily returned from work.  She was tired, she was beyond tired even and barely did more than flip on a light before collapsing onto the sofa.  With a groan, she slipped off one heeled pump and then the other, her aching feet complaining about each movement. She tilted her head back, rotating her neck and listening to it pop before pulling her long brown hair out of her bun.  What a day. 

Emily’s stomach rumbled and her head was throbbing.  She hadn’t eaten anything since the protein bar she’d inhaled at lunch, and she’d only had that because her assistant, Melinda, had opened it and practically forced it on her.  Melinda was always doing that, and although a bit annoying in her mothering tendencies, she always meant well.  

Emily was tempted to turn on the TV or perhaps even just lay down and sleep, but she’d made a promise and she knew that if she didn’t follow through her girlfriend would be cross with her.  Ryan, her girlfriend of almost three years now had a handful of rules, and one of those was that Emily wasn’t allowed to skip dinner, even if Ryan wasn’t home to oversee it.  

With another groan, Emily forced herself up off the sofa.  She took off her overshirt, feeling much cooler in the cream-colored camisole and then wiggled out of the pantyhose.  She left both sitting on the sofa, making a mental note to pick them up later. That was another of Ryan’s Rules: discarded clothing belonged on the hamper, not on the bed, floor, kitchen table, or anywhere else that was deemed to be untidy. 

Emily managed to force herself into the kitchen before opening both the fridge and freezer at once. She took a moment to enjoy the cool air that exited, but the contents themselves were disappointing.  She was hoping to find something easy, but the almost bare offerings only reminded her that she had once again forgotten to place an order for groceries. Turning her attention from the fridge to the freezer, her eyes landed on half a pint of banana split ice cream. Her mouth watered as she grabbed it and sat it out on the counter. 

“This so counts as dinner,” she rationalized to the empty kitchen. “Protein in the milk and nuts and even fruit in the cherries and bananas.” She flicked off the lid and grabbed an oversized spoon from the utensil drawer before she scooped up a big bite and shoved it into her mouth.  It was both savory and sweet and exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring day.  

With her prize in hand, she went back into the living room and plopped back down onto the sofa. She took another spoonful and then gave in and turned on the TV, surfing until she found a rerun of Murder Mystery.  Settling in among the pillows, she enjoyed the mindless plot as she shoved spoonful after spoonful of creamy ice cream into her mouth. 

The minutes clicked by, and before she knew it she’d hit the cardboard bottom of the box.  “I’ll have to remember to order another pint before Ryan realizes it’s gone,” she muttered to herself before putting the now empty carton on the coffee table in front of her.  Settling back into the pillows she returned her attention to show, but before long she found her eyelids become heavy.  

A quick check of the time told her she still had hours before Ryan would even be off work.  That gave her plenty of cushion to be a vegetable and still clean up before her girlfriend got home.   She closed her eyes again, only meaning to rest them, but it also felt so good once they were closed.  

 

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Ryan Thomas ran her fingers through her short blonde locks as she scanned the mostly quiet ICU bay in front of her. The sound of steady beeping and whooshing of machines helping keep her four assigned patients alive was soothing.  Alarms meant trouble and for once she happy to be almost bored. Her eyes traced over the large monitors over each bay door, which tracked heart rate, oxygen, and blood pressure. All looked normal and gave her hope that the rest of her 12-hour shift would continue to be as quiet. 

She knew she should return to dictating her notes, but the moment of peace allowed her mind to flow to her girlfriend.  Emily should be home and in bed by now. The thought made her smile. Ryan had been working 12-hour nights for weeks now and with Emily working almost as many hours as a paralegal during the day they’d barely seen each other much less had any real quality time together.  She missed her little brunette beauty something fierce and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed next to her.  

It was hard to be away from Emily. She missed the mundane things like the way she smelled or just the feeling of warmth in the middle of the night. Thankfully, however, this would be the last shift they would be apart for a while as Ryan finally got a supervisory promotion and she would be working much more sensible hours from here on out. 

Ryan finished the sentence she was writing in a patient’s chart before scanning the four monitors in front of her again. Although peaceful, it was also almost too quiet.  At this rate the night would drag on, only making her miss Emily more. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for her patient in room 403, the sudden beeping of an oxygen alarm broke through her thoughts as she rushed to check on him.  So much for a quiet last night-shift, she thought to herself before hitting the code button. 

 

Real Life TTWD

Hi my spanko ladies and lads, how is everyone? I am neck deep in trying to understand math these days (whining dramatically), but I am still writing! I have officially started my first solo book which will hopefully be done within the end of this year! I do plan on still updating here once a week though, but I wanted to ask your opinions on some topics I had in mind.

As you all know I like to talk about spanking, TTWD, DD or whatever you want to call it in my real life sometimes. It’s a way to help you guys and even myself. But here’s my question what do you want to know about?! I have several possible topics in mind and want to know if you want me to talk about any of them or if you have another one in mind.

Here is my possible topic list:

When TTWD is hard
The Switch Problem
Psychology and Kink
My first “spanking”
Sexual vs. Non-Sexual spanking
Mistakes I’ve Made
BDSM and our place in it
Brat vs. Bottom vs. Me
Switching with A Switch
Heartbreak in TTWD

Anyway, everyone please pick one or two and in the comments tell me what you would like to discuss! Also, if you have something different in mind you can leave that too or even a story request!

Alas, the other reason I decided to just talk to you all today. I have had this blog for some time now and I thought maybe it was time for me to expand it a bit. I wanted to know if anyone would be interested in joining Patreon for exclusive content I would be writing. Basically, you pledge a small amount of money a month and get access to stories, photos and other content that wouldn’t be available to anyone else. It’s something I’m just considering so let me know what you all think!

Talk to you kinky folks later! Have a spanky week!

Hi spanky ladies and lads,

I know I’ve been awfully quiet these past few weeks, but I have a good reason! I was traveling to New Orleans to spend some time with my wonderful switchy lady friend for a conference about BOOKS! Needless to say, we had an amazing adventure seeing a new place, learning about writing and spending lots of time together!

New Orleans is unlike any city I’ve ever seen, there is always a party, a good drink and live Jazz! There were many first for us on this trip, but especially me! I’ve added some pictures to show you of some of the adventures!

 

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An outdoor patio where we had brunch to live jazz our first day!
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Trolley cable cars that go all over the city! This one is from the early 1900s!
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Joan of Arc state near Jackson Square! ( I got educated about who she was, so cool!)
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Cafe Du Monde famous for their beignets!
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One of the many above ground graveyards that New Orleans is well known for. Some of the graves dated back to the 1800s
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Boats on the Mississippi!
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So beachy 🙂 
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Cathédrale Saint-Louis and statue of Andrew Jackson 
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Canal Street!
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View from the hotel room, yes that is the Super Dome
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Could stare at it for hours! 🙂 
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Near Jackson square, balconies like these were everywhere and often hanging with flowers! 

Now now, I’ll stop spamming you all with pictures and get to what you all really want to know about. Yes, we all had a nice kinky time, but all I’ll say is who knew hand on bare bottom could make a girl squirm and blush so much! 😉

 

– LT

A book for you all…

The lovely Stardawn Cabot has just released book three of her The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale series. There is some wonderful info below about it.  Show her some love for another wonder spanky book. 😀 🙂

This third installment of The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale picks up five years after Silver and Keridwen return to Sangria. Life is going well; their family is growing and thriving, their people are prospering, and Silver and Keridwen have never been happier.  There is just one small problem – Keridwen has become almost too complacent and through a series of pranks discovers that she has lost the ability to control her shifts from her adult form to the body of a 10-year old at will.  Worse than that, however, she’s forgotten how to be small as the everyday demands of running a kingdom have gotten in the way of Keridwen being her true self.  To help Keridwen find her way again, Silver declares that a little vacation back to Earth is warranted.  Unfortunately, their vacation is abruptly cut short as Silver and Keridwen’s twin daughters accidentally return to Sangria with only Silver’s mother to protect them.  Not knowing where the twins landed, possibly hundreds of miles from their home, Keridwen follows them while Silver returns to the Capital and tries to find them through more traditional means.

Now with the family split, Keridwen’s little problems grow into an almost unfathomable task as she tries not only to find her daughters and reunite with her wife but is also confronted by her past – a past that she not only wants to forget but is ashamed of.   Will her past haunt her to the point where she is unable to become the General, preventing her from protecting her people and reuniting with her family, or will life as she knows it forever be shattered?

This story is fantasy, includes a sexually-graphic lesbian relationship, spanking, and elements of age play.  If any of these things offend you, please don’t buy this book.

https://www.amazon.com/Guardians-Ground-Rules-Sangrian-Tigers-ebook/dp/B07RJK8PDB/ref=mp_s_a_1_15?keywords=stardawn+cabot&qid=1557527609&s=gateway&sr=8-15

A sneaky peaky:

Silver shook her head as she watched Keridwen play in the water.   The Little General had been at it for almost two hours, finding pure delight in the water and the rolling waves.   They’d played with most of the things Silver had purchased, including the inflatable beach ball, the Frisbee, and finally the boogie board, which Keridwen was currently experimenting with.  They’d seen some older kids run along the water’s edge and ride the board across the wet sand.  Keridwen was trying to mimic them and was having a marginal amount of luck. Silver had finally left to her to play and returned to the towels to rest.   She was exhausted, and she didn’t know where Keridwen found the energy to continue.

The beach had gotten more crowded as the day wore on.  There were many more people both on the sand and in the water, and so Silver didn’t interfere when a small group of children engaged Keridwen.  There were two boys and a girl, all around Keridwen ‘age,’ and one of the boys had a boogie board as well.  They talked for a while, and then one of the boys took a turn on his boogie board, riding more into a wave then along the shore.   He crashed and went into the water, only to pop up a moment later laughing.

The rest of the children and Keridwen joined in in his laughter and seeing that they were having a good time, Silver relaxed.  Keridwen had taken to the water like a duck, as she usually did, and after making sure she was feeling secure, Silver wasn’t really worried about her.  Deciding to let her play for a while, Silver picked a book out of her bag before getting comfortable and enjoying the sun.

Over the last few years, Silver had rediscovered reading.  In Sangria they didn’t have television or even electric lights, so often nights were spent around the fire with a good book.  She’d read a lot of Sangrian literature, but also had her own stash which was available to only to those who had knowledge of Earth.  Stephen, her brother, would often raid her collection and Aderyn and occasionally Jayson or Seth would as well.  As her girls got older, she would make sure they had a library of Earth literature as well.  There were good lessons and good stories from both cultures, and she hoped that it would help round out their education as they grew.  Turning her attention to her book, Silver managed to let herself get lost in its pages while still keeping an ear and the occasional glance out toward Keridwen.

A good half hour or so passed before Silver looked up and saw Keridwen and her new friends heading her way.  “Having fun?” Silver quipped as Keridwen plopped down on the towel next to her.

“Yes, although,” Keridwen paused, looking back to her friends.  “I was invited to go get some ice cream.”

“The shop is just down at the end of this block,” the oldest boy spoke up.  “We go there all the time.”

“They live here,” Keridwen supplied.  “That’s Joey, by the way, his brother, Andrew, and their cousin, Silvia.”

“My name is Silvia too,” Silver smiled.  “But everyone calls me Silver.”

“I told her that,” Keridwen informed Silver.  “We were hoping we could leave their stuff here with you and we could go.  I’ll bring you back something.”

Silver chewed her lip for a moment.  “I don’t like the idea of you being out of my sight.”

“It’s not like we’ll be in the water, and it’s just down the street.  Please?”

“How about I just go with you?”

“Silver,” Keridwen’s voice dropped. “What about the stuff?”

“The stuff is fine, no one will mess with it, and if they do, who cares?”

“Silver…”

“Keridwen, what’s rule number two?” Silver’s voice dropped down into a whisper.

Keridwen’s cheeks reddened, and before Silver knew what was happening, she turned to her new-found friends.  “I changed my mind; I don’t feel like ice cream anymore.  You can still leave your stuff if you want.”

“You sure?” Joey asked.

“Yes, I forgot ice cream sometimes hurts my stomach.  I’ll see you when you get back.”

Silver was quiet for a moment as the boy shrugged and dumped his boogie board down next to Keridwen’s before leaving with the two others.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Neither did you,” Keridwen huffed, pulling her knees up under her chin as she dripped into her towel.  “It was just down the street.”

“I know, but I told you I don’t want you out of my line of sight.”

“I’m going to go back to the water.”

“I think you need to stay up here for a bit.”

“Why? You left me alone a few minutes ago.”

“One, the attitude, and two I think you could use a break.  How about a snack?  I’m hungry, I bet you are too.”

“I want ice cream.”

“Well, it’s too late for that.  I have trail mix or chips, or how about a cupcake?  I have some chocolate…”

“I don’t want any of that,” Keridwen cut Silver off.

“Well at least have some water,” Silver pulled out a bottle and opened it for Keridwen.  “You’ve been in the water too long without drinking.  You’ll get dehydrated.”

Keridwen gave her a hard look before taking the bottle and managing a small slip.  She then wrinkled her nose.  “It’s not cold.  Ice cream would have been cold.”

“You know what?  That’s enough.  You just earned yourself a time out.  Ten minutes, Keridwen.  You can sit there and think about your attitude.  Drink the water, but no talking.”

Keridwen narrowed her eyes.  Planting the bottle down in the sand between them, she turned away from Silver and lay down on her towel.   Silver felt the initial surge of annoyance, but after a moment of studying Keridwen’s posture, she felt it just as quickly leave.

Uncharacteristically, Keridwen hadn’t argued with her.  She’d simply turned away and seeing the pose made Silver frown.  She wondered if maybe she’d gone too far.  Keridwen seemed almost excited when they agreed that Silver was going to be tougher on her, but now with the attitude, she was confused.

Finally giving out a long sigh, she reached out and put at hand on Keridwen’s lower back.  “Am I being a total jack ass?”

Keridwen turned her head back toward Silver.  She wrinkled her brow, but slowly nodded her head.  “Yes.”

Silver chuckled; well at least I know you’re still not able to lie to me.  “If you want to hurry up, you can probably catch up with them.”

“What about rule number two?”

“Promise you’ll go get the ice cream and come right back?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll bring me back something chocolate?”

Keridwen nodded.

Silver grabbed her wallet and handed over a $10.  “Hurry up.  It’s hot, and that ice cream is going to melt fast.”

“Okay,” Keridwen smiled, jumping up and kissing Silver on the cheek.  “I know you are trying to step up.  I appreciate it, even if you need to relax a bit.”

Glitter Storm – Part Two

Just a quick moment to say happy two-year blog anniversary! It’s been an amazing two years. I have been writing stories since I was old enough to understand the concept, but I never thought anyone would ever want to read them. It has been a pleasure having this community welcome me so warmly and the friendships I’ve made through it is unlike anything I ever thought possible for this shy kinky girl. So, thank you for being here, reading, commenting, and interacting! You guys are awesome! 😀

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Photo by Thor Alvis on Unsplash

“Thank you so much. We will call back down whenever we are done with it,” Andi said as she handed the bellhop outside the door a few dollars in a tip. She took the vacuum from his hand and dragged it into the room, leaving it just inside the door before turning to her brat with a renewed sense of determination.  

            In the corner, London shifted uncomfortably once more. She could barely hear the conversation between Andi and whoever brought up the vacuum cleaner, and while she worried the man may have able to see her in the corner, she didn’t want to risk moving.Andi was already beyond upset, and the last thing she needed to do was push any more buttons, like moving without permission.

           Still, it felt as if an eternity had passed since she arrived in the horrid corner.Why she had been so… so stupid to listen to Angela? Just why? Within their group of friends, Angela was known to bethetrouble maker. She herself had heard countless stories and seen multiple instances of the trouble Angela was capable of.It was just stupid.

London shifted again and thought about the sting that was still ruminating on her bottom cheeks. If Andi’s hand stung that much, how bad would the tawse be? She felt herself gulp as the door to the hotel room closed and she heard the soft pads of footfalls stalking closer to her.

            Before she could prepare herself though, Andi reached the corner and popped London firmly. “You ready, little brat?”

London only nodded her head and shifted.She was already feeling rather miserable for herself, but the pop only emphasized her fears of how much her lesson was going to sting.

            “Words please.”

            Even through the nerves, London managed to find her tongue and mumbled a quick, “Yes ma’am.”

            “Good, go ahead and step out of your jeans and panties and come with me.”

London found her ears burning with embarrassment, and the smirk that Andi was giving her, told her she wasn’t the only one.Carefully, she managed to strip, stumbling as she tried not to think about what was coming next.It took a moment for London to gather her courage, but she finally looked up at Andi.She chewed her lip and then took Andi’s hand.

            “Okay you, let’s go and get this backside warming over with,” Andi said as she squeezed the fingers in her hand before leading both of them to the end of London’s bed. Andi reached down and placed a quick kiss to London’s forehead then pointed to the pillow. “Go ahead and bend over, little brat. Get comfy you are going to be there for a bit.”

            London hesitated, but knew what was expected and slowly stood on her toes before falling over the edge of the mattress. Andi placed a hand on either hip, slightly adjusting the London into a position and London internally cringed. She knew that Andi was lining her up, giving her the best access to her backside, and especially her tender and dreaded sit-spots.

            “Okay, little brat. Anything you want to say?” Andi asked as she patted one perky cheek.

London gasped at her touch but shook her head.“Only that I’m sorry, ma’am.”

            “I accept your apology, and you are forgiven. little brat.” 

Andi then rubbed London’s bottom a moment more before she reached over her and picked up the twase. At 30 inches long, with 20-inch-long falls that were each an inch wide, the twase’s twin tails would sting something fierce to any woman’s behind, much less to London’s sensitive skin.Andi didn’t hesitate; however, as she stepped to the side and aimed the twase against still pink skin. She tapped it lightly waiting for London to relax. As soon as her cheeks softened, Andi raised the twase and brought it down lightly across the full of both cheeks.

            London was surprised when the first swat of the twase landed with just enough force to string but not much more so than Andi’s hand. She had tensed in preparation for an assault, but the second connection of the twase was much like the first. It was stingy but surprisingly light. By the time she had received five of the lighter licks, all across the full of her cheeks, she had begun to believe that she wouldn’t have too much of an issue handling this.

Her relief, however, wasn’t to last.The sixth stoke broke Andi’s inner mantra and landed much harder across the center of London’s cheeks.As the sting registered, London couldn’t help gripping the bed sheets in agony as the swat not only stung but then seemed to grow deeper as it resonated into her bottom. She didn’t like that and found herself crying into the bed as she felt the twase travel down to rest along her sit spots.

            “Little brat, listen to me. What you did today could have been dangerous. What if I had got some of that glitter in my eyes? Or your eyes for that matter. What if one of us would have inhaled it and it got into our lungs?We would have ended up in the emergency room. That is not okay, and I’m telling you now if I ever hear you pranking people with glitter again. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a month.”       

With that warning, London felt another equally hard stroke connect across the full of her bottom. It stung and just added to the already uncomfortably fire in her cheeks. It took everything in her not to reach back and rub. She danced on her toes as the twase returned to tapping.

While London danced, but Andi was patient. She waited for her to still before delivering another stroke, this time light, but lower to her undercheeks. London sighed a little in relief at the lighter stroke but slightly flinch again as Andi resumed her pre swat tapping.

            “Just three more,” Andi announced still tapping.

            London whined into the bed and clutched the fabric in her fingers tighter. She went up on her toes before settling back into place. Andi pulled back as soon as the brunette was settled. The crack of the tawse was rung in the room. The stroke was hard and left a red slash across London’s sit spots.

            London huffed in quick, shallow breaths fighting the urge to scream. That swat had been the hardest of any she had received so far and stung deep into her bottom. After a long moment, it started to dissipate, and she was able to settle again only to cringed as the tawse returned to her bottom. She squeezed her eyes closed readying for the next swat. She was fighting the tears threatening to fall.

The leather left, and she felt herself tense. When it returned, hard and sharp, she couldn’t breathe for a second.Fire raced through her bottom. She wriggled frantically hoping that’d help dissipate the sting.  

            “One more little brat then we are done,” Andi quietly assured somewhere behind her.

Without warning, another hard swat landed across the bottom of her cheeks leaving a streak of fire behind. London quickly grabbed a pillow yelping into it loudly before reaching back to very carefully rub her molten backside.

            Andi dropped the tawse and stepped closer to her little brat placing one hand to tenderly rub alongside London’s. The other went to make slow soothing circles on her back.“You did good honey. Good girl. All is forgiven now. Come here and let me hold you.”

Andi carefully guided them both to the head of the bed and pulled London close and held her, and London tucked herself under Andi’s chin and curls up as tight as she could. “I’m sorry for dumping glitter on you, ma’am.”

Andi pecked her forehead and squeezed the younger woman tighter.“You are forgiven, little brat. I meant what I said though. I’m inspecting your bag for any other pranky stuff.”

At the threat, London just wriggled a bit and hid in Andi’s chest. Andi chuckled and held her even tighter. Quietly, Andi began to hum a lullaby and rocked side to side allowing London to relax.Eventually, London’s breathing slowed as her body relaxed. Andi continued to hum and watched as London’s eyes fluttered closed. They were heavy, and she was fighting actually falling asleep.

A few times through the lullaby, however, London’s soft snore proved that she finally had succumbed to sleep.Andi carefully slid her down to the mattress and settled her onto a pillow. Andi then slid out from under London and pulled a blanket over her.

She stood from the bed and went to pick up her hat. Her favorite hat. It was still covered in glitter and Andi couldn’t help but growl at that. “Damn, glitter storm.”

Glitter Storm – Part One

New people and new story for you all! 🙂

Please leave a comment or like if you enjoy this bit. 😀

Have a spanky week friends 😛


London pressed her hand over her mouth trying to contain a giggle that was threatening to give away her position. Anxiously, the brat held her breath as she carefully leaned around the corner of the small hotel room and watched as the room door eased open and Andi pushed her way inside.

What happened next seemed like slow motion for just as Andi crossed the threshold, the string which had been taped to the back of the door pulled the plastic cup, tipping it all the way over, and effectively dumping eight ounces of glitter all over the tall redhead. Andi froze in place and looked up blinking away some of the glitter caught by her light blonde eyelashes. She didn’t move for a long moment, almost as if she was in shock, but as she stood there, still staring at the cup, her voice broke through the hotel room. “London. Eve. Wells. Here. Now.”

London’s stomach dropped. Andi’s voice sounded more that irritated, and it suddenly occurred to her that she just might be in a bit too much trouble. Still, the prank had been a classic, and London straightened, she couldn’t help the grin that wouldn’t go away. Andi looked like she had been outside in a snow storm… only it was sparkly shiny flecks of metal rather than ice. The sparkly glitter was very much unlike the hard toppiness-shell she usually wore. She was typically wrapped in a flannel long sleeve, tight hip-hugging jeans, which were held in place by her mean leather belt, and boots of some flavor. Often, she even had a wide brimmed western hat that kept her long locks contained. She was a picture of southern cowgirl… even covered in glitter.

“Yes, ma’am?” London crowed as she scooted to stand in front of Andi. She was at a safe distance of course, and she had to resist the urge to reach back and cover her backside just based on the tone Andi was using.

Andi’s blazing blue eyes met London’s green ones. “What did I tell you after the fake spiders?”

London gulped and clenched her still slightly tender bottom. She remembered that conversation well. Sitting in on meetings the next day had not been anywhere near as fun as she thought it might be.

“Uh… well… you said you were going to take a twase to me… if there was any more pranks before we got home,” London gulped. The twase looked mean and if what Andi told her was the truth it would leave an impression for sure.

Andi nodded, lips pinched in a thin line. “And what would you call this present glitter situation?” Andi asked finally stepping fully into the hotel room and dropping her backpack by the door in a poof of glitter. London felt her body take a small step back.

“Well, er… uhm… Angela encouraged…” London tried fell silent. Andi’s left eye twitched like it always did when she was about to get swatty, and London again wondered if maybe she’d gone a bit too far. It sounded like a bit of fun… at the time.

“And you thought it would be a good idea to listen to Angela of all people? The same one who has gotten not one, but two separate warning swats from me today alone?” Andi’s west Texas accent drew out and London wanted nothing more than to squirm at the funny feeling that had returned to her belly. Damn that Angela for talking her into trouble!

“Well, I didn’t think too much about the thing you said after the spiders,” London replied, shifting nervously. “And as Angela already pointed out, I already had the stuff to do it so might as well put it to good use.”

London didn’t get to say more as Andi took step forward and grabbed her by the ear. She then took a quick two steps across the room, and before London knew what was happening, she felt her jeans fall down her legs and her body being led over Andi’s lap. Only a moment, later she was face to face with a couch cushion, and Andi was pulling her panties up between her cheeks effectively baring her poor bottom.

“Apparently, the last conversation we had was not enough for you to stay out of trouble. But I suspected as much. I’ve never known anyone to learn anything from just a hand spanking, including you.” Andi expertly wrapped her arm around London’s hip and began to work on her bottom. First quick deliberate swats were administered. London started to squirm almost immediately as Andi struck back and forth, sweeping upward across the fullest of both of her cheeks. London could definitely tell there was something different about this spanking. Maybe it was Andi spanking harder to begin with or her already sore cheeks, but her feet couldn’t stay still on the carpet. Her toes began to drum with ever stroke of Andi’s hard palm.

As Andi’s focused on giving London a session she wouldn’t soon forget, London had a hard time staying still. It was no longer funny as London noticed glitter flowing down around them both, settling on to the couch and the floor. She yipped and bounced all over Andi’s lap, each swat reminding her that she was already too tender from the last time. London found herself gasping, and then gripping the cushion tightly when Andi began focusing on just one cheek at a time swatting the same spot repeatedly

“When I’m done spanking your bare, naughty, little bottom I’m going to go through your bag and see what else you have hidden away, brat. And anything you shouldn’t have, I’m confiscating!” Andi declared with a particularly nasty swat to London’s sit spot. She then continued to slap a quick and deliberate rhythm onto the place where London’s thigh met bottom until London was sure it must be a it was a deep, rosy color and London was sure it was actually smoking.

Just when London thought she could take no more, Andi relented and stopped to rub the tender cheeks over her thighs. “Little girl, I’m going to let you up and when I do you are going to march just like you are over to that corner and plant yourself there until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?”

London groaned still over her lap but nodded into the couch. Carefully, she let Andi help her up and steady her before pointing here to the corner of the room. She knew Andi was watching her, but she couldn’t resist rubbing her cheeks with one hand as she shuffled, holding up her pants at the knees with the other hand as she walked.

The waiting game then began, broken only as London heard Andi pick up the phone and call the front desk. “Yes, this is room 702, do you have a vacuum cleaner you can send up? We made a small mess and we need a little help.” A short conversation later, in which London squirmed in the corner through it was agreed that someone would be up shortly with a vacuum.

After hanging up the phone Andi looked at the little brat in the corner. She sure asked for it this time. The three feet around the door was covered in glitter and there was a trail between the door and the couch of the room she was currently sitting in. Andi as carefully as possible unbuttoned and pulled off her shirt and rolled the glitter inside attempting to prevent any further mess from happening. Her shirt off, she took the hat from her head and sat it on the small table in front of her, resisting grumbling about the $200 hat being covered in glitter dust.

Andi again checked once more on the brat in the corner before going to find another shirt and pulling it on over her head. Her next stop was her bag of toys. Pulling out the twase, she laid it on the center of London’s bed. Finally, she placed two pillows at the end of the same bed before turning back to her charge.

“As soon as the vacuum is here you are going to meet the twase little girl!” Andi announced before she returned to her seat on the couch to await whoever was bringing up a vacuum. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for her brat, It didn’t take long before there was a solid knock at the door.