“Who does this naughty bottom belong to?” he asked as he pounded into me even harder.
“You… only you…” I panted.
“My naughty girl… naughty girls get it in the ass, don’t they, baby?”
His dirty words were bringing my need to an even higher level. “Yes, sir. Naughty girls take it up the ass hard.”
“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as he rode me, then reaching between my legs and thrusting three fingers inside my weeping channel with his knuckles rubbing my clit. “Naughty girls take it up the ass. Come for me.”
I screamed as I came harder than ever before, little sparks dancing in front of my eyes as everything inside me seized up at once, pulsing and squeezing Landon’s fingers and cock tight as I shuddered beneath him.
Then he gave one last hard lunge and I felt the heat of him releasing inside me. “That’s my good girl.”
He pulled free and then brought a cloth from the bathroom to clean me up, crooning the whole time to me about how much he loved me and that I was his good girl again.
Once we were both cleaned up and snuggled together in my bed, I thanked Landon for my punishment.
Landon kissed me sweetly and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me and agreeing to domestic discipline. I never thought I’d find someone as perfect for me as you are, Shannon. To me you’re perfect in every way.”
We are a perfect match. I have finally found my home… my port in the storm.
Grilling My Buns
It had started out as such a lovely day. Company was coming. We were going to grill steaks on my front porch with the new little portable grill we had gotten the week before at Wal-Mart.
I cleaned the house all morning, but when I went outside to arrange the chairs on the porch, it was raining. Raining hard too! Oh, no! I was sure it would ruin our barbecue.
I ran inside hollering, “Landon! Landon! It’s raining!” I was fit to be tied. The first time to entertain in our home since we’d moved in together and it was all ruined!
“What are you yelling about, Shannon?” Landon asked, entering from the bedroom.
“It’s raining! The barbecue is ruined!” I cried dramatically.
“No, it isn’t, honey. We’ll just do the steaks in the oven. No big deal.” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
“That isn’t the same.” I pouted.
“You’re being silly. Everything will be fine,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to meet dad at the hardware store and help him get the stuff to sheetrock the garage. If you’ll take care of the steaks, I’ll do the salad when I get home. Okay?”
I nodded, still a little upset about the barbecue. The steaks wouldn’t be nearly as good cooked in the oven.
Landon had been gone about an hour when the idea occurred to me. It was a portable grill. Why couldn’t I just bring it in? I grinned, happy to have a solution to my problem.
At a quarter to six I had everything ready. The new grill was sitting on the kitchen counter, charcoal ready to be lit. The steaks had been marinating most of the afternoon.
I had everything timed just right. If I got the fire going now, the steaks should be ready shortly after everyone arrived.
I sprinkled lighter fluid across the briquettes and then lit them.
I wasn’t prepared to see the flames shoot up to lick the cabinets that hung about the counter. And they just kept coming.
“Oh, no!” I cried. I tried beating the flame out with a towel, but it quickly caught fire too. I screamed and threw it into the sink. The sink. Thank god!
I turned the water on and grabbed the squirty thing, aiming at the fire. The water doused the flame in record time. I sighed with relief, only to gasp a second later as I looked up and saw the blackened cabinets. The kitchen was a mess; everything about the little grill was black, everything at grill level and lower was sopping wet, and the room was filled with smoke.
I was still trying to figure out what to do when Landon walked in. “What in the hell happened, Shannon?” he asked incredulously.
I flushed guiltily. “I didn’t want to cook the steaks in the oven so I thought since the grill was portable…”
I trailed off at the look in Landon’s eyes.
“Bedroom, corner, now,” Landon said, fixing me with a stern glare. For once he didn’t have to tell me twice. My nose was in the corner faster than you can say jackrabbit.
From my position in the corner I could hear Landon cancelling dinner with our friends and apologizing for the extremely short notice.
I finally heard Landon come into the bedroom. “Now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Suppose you tell me just what in the hell you were thinking?”
“I just wanted to…” I sighed and hung my head. “I guess I wasn’t.” My chin began to quiver as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“If you’re not, you soon will be,” he said firmly. “Come here, Shannon.”
I walked meekly to stand in front of him, staring at the floor between his feet.
“Strip,” he ordered succinctly.
That brought my eyes up to his with alarm. “Beg pardon?”
“You heard me, strip.”
My face flushed as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and reached behind me to unhook my bra. It didn’t seem to matter that this man had seen me naked more times than I could count; this was different and horribly embarrassing. I tried not to look at him as I pulled my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them.
“Look at me,” Landon said firmly.
A little squeak escaped me as I looked at him where he still sat at the edge of the bed. Landon’s eyes ran over my naked form in a slow perusal, making me shiver in response to the heat I saw in his eyes.
“Gather your clothes up and put them away; you won’t be needing them for the rest of the evening,” he told me.
I couldn’t have possibly heard him right. “What?”
“You heard me; pick up your clothes and then come put yourself over my knee.” His instruction was given in that deep velvety voice that leaves no room for argument and never fails to make me wet.
It didn’t take me long to pick my clothes up and put them in the hamper. Then I took a deep breath, walked to Landon, and bent myself over his right leg. He immediately clamped the left one down over the back of my thighs.
I howled and hollered as his hand began to land on my bottom at a hard and fast pace. Again and again it fell and I couldn’t move away from the onslaught because he had me pinned so tightly in place.
“I’m sorry, Landon! Please! Owwww!” I cried, but still his hard palm continued to fall on my poor backside.
“You have got to start thinking before you act. Did you even bother to read the instructions on that grill?” he asked as he tilted me further over his knee and began to slap my left sit spot over and over in the exact same place.
“Noooo!” I wailed the answer, desperate for that hand to fall somewhere else. “Please, Landon, not in the same place! Spank somewhere else!”
“Are you in control of this punishment, young lady?”
“No, sir,” I sobbed miserably.
“I’m in control of this spanking, little girl, and you’d do well to remember it.” Landon delivered several more scorches to the same spot that I was sure was about to burst into flame before moving on to give the other side the exact same treatment. “If you’d bothered to read the instructions, you would have seen they said for outdoor use only. In fact, if you’d bothered to read the large sticker on the side of the grill, you’d have seen the same words in big block letters.”
“I’m sorrreeeeee! I’ll pay better attention next time! I will!” I wailed as he continued to ensure this was a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget.
By the time he was finished, I felt like I had been sitting on the grill myself. My bottom was definitely well-done. He lifted me to sit gingerly on his knee and hugged me close.
He lifted my chin
with one finger so I had to look at him. “Do you understand how lucky you are? You could have been burned or worse.”
“I’m sorry, Landon.” Fresh tears sprang to my eyes as I realized that I’d scared him.
“Now you will go clean up every bit of that mess and you’ll do it naked with your naughty red bottom on display,” Landon said implacably.
The dominance in his tone was implicit and I found myself agreeing and sniffling against his chest as he hugged me one more time and then pointed me to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
It took me three hours, but finally I had the kitchen looking normal again. Landon hugged me again and kissed me deeply. He let me go take a shower while he made a late dinner, but told me not to dress after my shower. I would apparently be naked for the rest of the evening as part of my punishment. I think Landon just likes to look at my hot red ass.
Hopefully with all this nakedness there will be a little action later, but sometimes it’s hard to tell. Landon knows how wet I get after a punishment; being taken so thoroughly in hand combined with the heat left in my bottom spreads to other areas, making me all achy and needy.
So sometimes sex is completely off the menu after a punishment, which is often as bad as the spanking!
Although snuggling on the couch after dinner was almost as good.
One thing I learned through the whole experience is that I’ve decided I really do like my steaks better when they are done in the oven.
Holy Crap!
I had been in my niece’s room for a few minutes talking about her last week of classes when it happened.
My nephew Clayton’s shrill voice echoed throughout the house. “Holy crap!!”
I winced, guilty color filling my cheeks as I waited for the inevitable explosion.
“Clayton Ray Andrews!! Where did you learn that?”
I peered around the corner of the kitchen doorway to see my sister standing with her hands on her hips frowning down at Clayton.
Clayton looked up at his mother, then back down at the floor with a shrug.
“I asked you a question, young man. Who do you know who talks like that?”
Now I realize that was the moment I should have stepped into the kitchen and confessed that I use the phrase ‘holy crap’ on a regular basis. I must admit however that being the youngest by several years, at times I find my older sister scary. This would be one of those times. I cringed where I stood just outside the kitchen door.
Clayton took a deep breath. “Jacob.”
A gush of air exploded from my lungs in a relieved whoosh. Thank goodness he didn’t say Aunt Shannon.
My sister’s frown moved from Clayton to poor little Jacob where he sat next to Clayton. “Well, you will both enjoy having matching bars of soap in your mouths if I ever hear that from either of you again.”
The boys both flushed and responded in unison, “Yes, ma’am.”
After treating both of them to another minute of intense parental eye contact, my sister nodded and turned back to the dishes in the sink.
I felt a teeny bit guilty about leaving Jacob with the blame, but was also glad to be off the hook. So I decided a quick exit was my best plan.
I turned to go find Landon and tell him I was ready to go and slammed straight into his chest.
“Landon! You scared me!”
“Did I?”
“Yes. I was just coming to see if you were ready to go.”
“Sure, but first don’t you have something you need to say to Sharon?”
“I… well… I do need to tell her goodbye.”
His answer was to deliver a swift swat to my posterior.
“Ow!”
“I was thinking more along the lines of an apology.”
My face flushed and my bottom tingled, but still I tried to brazen my way out. “Apologize? Whatever for?”
That earned me three more smacks in quick succession.
“Holy crap! That hurt, Landon!”
Okay, that might have been a poor choice in words, since he simply raised his eyebrow before smacking me again.
“Owww! What was that for?”
“You know exactly what it was for. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He turned me back to the kitchen with another sharp swat to my seat.
Sharon grinned knowingly at my blushing face when I walked into the room. I glared over my shoulder at Landon. She’d heard him swatting me!
When he glared back, I swallowed nervously and cleared my throat before turning back to my sister.
She laughed. “Now if that isn’t the guiltiest expression I’ve ever seen.”
“Well… I kinda owe you an apology.”
Sharon frowned. “What for?”
“Ummm… well… I think Clayton might have heard the phrase ‘holy crap’ from me. I say that a lot.” Now I was looking at the floor rather than my sister’s sharp eyes.
“Shannon, how could you let me scold Jacob when you knew it was you? You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Well, maybe he says it too.”
I gasped when another swat landed dead center.
Sharon smiled approvingly at Landon.
“I’m sorry, Sharon. I’ll watch my language around Clayton from now on. I feel bad that he is picking up one of my bad habits.”
“Well, hopefully he’s dropped it again,” she said with a smile.
“Shannon will be dropping it too or we’ll have three matching bars of soap.”
“Landon!” I cried, horrified as Sharon laughed.
“Thanks for the fine dinner. I think we’ll be heading home. Your sister and I have a few things to discuss.”
We said our goodbyes and then headed home for our little discussion.
“Landon, you know ‘holy crap’ isn’t really all that bad.”
“It is coming out of the mouth of a six-year-old.”
“Yes, but I’m not six.”
“You’ve said it more times than I can count in front of him though.”
“But still…”
“You’re not in trouble for the language.”
I sighed in relief. “Good… I…”
“You’re in trouble for sneaking out of the room when you knew you were the cause of both those boys getting into trouble. You should have gone in there and told Sharon you were sorry and explained to Clayton that you shouldn’t have spoken that way in front of him.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
I decided there was no sense putting off the inevitable, so I tossed my skirt up and bent over the arm of the couch as soon as I walked in the door. I heard what sounded suspiciously like a strangled laugh behind me.
“What are you doing?”
I frowned over my shoulder at Landon. “Saving time. Get it over with.”
“Ahhh… well, okay.” Landon placed one hand on the small of my back and tugged my panties down with the other one.
Five searing swats landed on my bottom, each one making me gasp. Then to my complete and utter surprise, my panties were raised and I was pulled to my feet.
“Don’t let it happen again,” he said with a chuckle.
I blinked up at him in surprise and then grinned. “Yes, sir.”
“I do think you’d look cute with a bar of soap in your mouth though.”
Honestly, men can be so warped with their sense of humor. Hmmmpf.
A Day in the Life
Good lord, what a day! I often wonder why I seem to attract disaster at every turn. For some unknown reason I am a trouble magnet. At least that’s what Landon says.
The day started much like any other. I was getting ready to go the store and I realized that once I had on my pants and bra, that the shirt I needed was in the laundry room. How was I to know that the neighbor would be working on his car?
I didn’t mean to give him a show! Landon was scandalized. As I bent over to pull a shirt from the dryer, clad in black pants and a bright yellow bra, a hand clapped off my bottom hard. This of course sent
my head straight up, smacking the back of it on the dryer top.
“Owwww… owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Damn it!”
I put one hand to the back of my head and the other to my stinging seat as I straightened to glare at Landon.
“What was that for? You scared me and made me hit my head.”
Landon grabbed my arm and gave a frowning nod to the screen door before pulling me back into the main part of the house.
My eyes followed the direction of Landon’s nod and I looked straight into the amused eyes of my neighbor Tod. He stood looking at us over the hood of his car with a socket wrench clutched tight in his hand.
“Oh, my goodness! Tod is out there! Landon, he saw you smack me!”
“He saw you in your bra first! Shannon, I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I swear you’re looking to be arrested for public indecency or lewd behavior. Is that your goal?”
“Of course not! I swear, Landon, you’d think I paraded around outside stark naked!”
“You did. Which reminds me, why didn’t you just put the robe on that I got you?”
“I did not! That was an accident and it’s unseemly for you to keep bringing it up!”
“I don’t keep bringing it up. You keep flaunting yourself in front of the neighbors.”
“I was not flaunting! I was getting a shirt from the dryer. Damn, my shirt is still out there!”
Landon rubbed a hand across his forehead before going back to the laundry room and getting my shirt. Shaking his head, he handed it to me. “Just try to remember that you need a robe when you go in the laundry room too.”
I blushed. I really hadn’t intended to give anyone a show, especially one of Landon popping me on the seat! I grumbled to myself as I pulled the shirt on. Bossy man!
Landon of course was Johnny on the spot once again when I backed the car into the trashcans at the end of the drive. I jumped out of my car to meet Landon as he came out of the house to help.
“Shannon…” he began in exasperation only to end with a growl as he pulled a crumpled trashcan from underneath the car.
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