Spitfire by Bernaise

Here's another lovely story by Bernaise. You can reach him at bernaise38@yahoo.com. As always, click on the Read More link to get the whole story.

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SPITFIRE
by Alex B.

Shannon Blake couldn’t help it. She simply had
to talk herself into trouble. This had been
a problem for her growing up at home, at school
and later on, wherever she worked. She seemed to
crave confrontation and constantly found herself
arguing with others over the smallest of issues.
Of course, this was before she met Erik Powell.

The two had been dating less than a month when
Shannon managed to instigate a loud argument
in the middle of a film they were watching.
Aggravated by Shannon’s behavior and embarrassed
at being part of a public spectacle, Erik took his
date by the arm, lead her out of the movie theater
and into the parking lot where he proceeded to
tell her what an intolerable pain in the ass she
was being. Then, as if to illustrate his point,
he put his foot onto the rear fender of his car,
pulled Shannon across his uplifted leg and slapped
her bottom. She began to yell something at him but
before she could catch her breath he smacked her
ass again and was soon spanking her quite soundly.
Shannon’s flimsy skirt and silk panties offered
little protection against the onslaught of Erik’s
powerful hand as it came down again and again,
each time delivering a stinging handful of heat
to the young woman’s aching backside. Erik gave
Shannon's bottom one last wallop before letting
her down. Once her feet were back on the ground,
Shannon could to do little but try to regain her
composure as Erik unlocked his door got into the
driver’s seat. He started the engine and waited
for her to get in, which she eventually did.


It was uncomfortably quiet inside Erik’s car as
he drove Shannon home.

“I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”
he said after seven minutes on the road.

Shannon didn’t respond. She just stared out the
window watching trees and houses pass in and out
of view. She was stunned- not by the spanking she’d
just received but by the fact that she wasn’t the
least bit angry or upset about it. She felt oddly
at peace. It was strange because, even if she was
in the right, she never felt pleased or vindicated
after a dispute, only frustrated and empty.
This felt entirely different. It was like tasting
some exotic flavor for the first time. And she
wanted more.

By the time they arrived at Shannon’s apartment
building, Erik had taken his date’s silence to mean
that their courtship was at an end. So he was more
than a little surprised when she invited him in.

“I’m sorry we missed the end of the movie.”
Shannon said from the kitchen as Erik made himself
comfortable on the couch. She entered the living
room with a drink in each hand. “I don’t know what
came over me.” She handed Erik a glass as she sat
down next to him. They sipped their drinks and
smiled politely at each other. After a painfully
long minute, Shannon spoke up again. “So, do you
spank all the women you date?”

“Well...” Erik began with a laugh. “I’m not sure
a gentleman should answer a question like that.
Do you call every man you date a jerk?”

“I didn’t call you a jerk.” Shannon countered.
“I said you were acting like one.”

Erik began to answer but then though better of it.
“I really don’t want to argue anymore tonight.”
he said calmly, then took a sip from his glass.

“Of course not! You know I’m right!”

“Look!” Erik said, putting his glass on the
coffee table. “Are you spoiling for another
trip across my knee?!”

Shannon paused, then gulped down the remainder of
her drink before placing the glass on the table
next to his.

“Not ‘spoiling’ exactly.” she said. “I think maybe
‘intrigued’ would be a better word.”

As she spoke, she leaned forward to meet Erik’s
waiting lips. They kissed, softly at first, then
deeply with passion. Erik was a bit disappointed
when Shannon suddenly broke from the kiss and
pushed herself from him. But he understood her
motives when she kicked off her pumps and slowly
crawled across his lap, offering to him her firm,
round bottom. Without a word, Erik placed his
left hand on the small of Shannon’s back while his
right began to roam slowly across her ass cheeks.
She sighed heavily as he gave her left buttock a
gentle squeeze and grunted slightly when he gave
her right one a mild smack. Shannon pressed
herself against Erik’s leg as he continued to give
her sore ass a deep, soothing massage interrupted
by an occasional slap to one cheek or the other.

Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness
lifted the hem of her skirt exposing her beautiful
panty-clad bottom. Once again, he began alternately
caressing and swatting Shannon’s cheeks while she
continued to moan. As the rubbing got deeper,
the swats came faster, each a little harder than
the last. Erik was soon spanking Shannon with
strong, full-armed strokes. Her feet left the floor
as a particularly sharp slap landed across her
reddening fanny. Noticing this, Erik massaged
the area where his hand print appeared on her
right cheek. He then pulled her panties down to
the backs of her knees and continued to rub the
tender area. A minute later, he was back to
soundly slapping her ass.

Shannon was wincing with every swat and yet
she couldn’t keep but from grinning as she felt
herself becoming hot all over- not just her ass,
but her face and her body. An intoxicating warmth
spread from the tops of her ears to the tips
of her toes. She’d gone from moist to drenched
when Erik slid her panties down and now that he
was spanking her bare bottom she was delirious
with the mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation.
The swats were coming down hard and fast now.
Shannon began to kick and cry out. Her cheeks were
ablaze and felt as if they were throbbing two
beats faster than her heart. Finally, as the
spanking reached a fevered pitch, Shannon managed
to say one coherent word: “Please!”

Erik recognized the sound in her voice and knew
immediately that this was not just a request for
him to stop spanking her, but a demand for him to
start doing something else. He delivered two more
swats, one to each cheek and quickly began to
massage them once again. He kneaded her burning
buttocks with his hands, squeezing and patting
them as well. As he did this, he occasionally let
his fingers wander between her thighs to explore
her wetness. It didn’t take long for him to realize
that she was ready. Erik gathered Shannon’s limp,
quivering body into his arms rolling her over as
he lifted her. She looked up at him through her
weepy eyes as he carried her to the bedroom.
There was no anger on his face, no contempt
or superiority. It was clear that he had simply
given her something of which she had been in
dire need- a loving, attentive hand.

The next morning, the two had a long discussion
over breakfast. They decided that Shannon could
benefit from a lifestyle that included spankings
in response to her verbal outbursts. They agreed
on a simple set of rules then shook hands and
kissed to seal the deal. During the months that
followed, they stuck to their plan. Every time
Shannon lost her temper and flew off the handle
she was soon punished with a session across Erik's
lap where she received a hard bare bottom spanking.
If she used particularly poor judgment in her
choice of words while quarreling, she would also
spend ten or fifteen minutes standing in a corner
with her freshly painted back porch on display.

Erik even managed to work the details of this
arrangement into their wedding vows. At the altar,
after audibly promising to love and cherish her,
Erik leaned in and whispered a few private words
into the ear of his new bride.

“I also vow to take this little spitfire across my
knee and spank her bare bottom bright red whenever
she needs it.”

Shannon blushed deeply at the thought of someone
overhearing this and when she saw the giddy smile
on the minister’s face as he asked for the rings
her face turned the shade of raspberry sherbet.

One year later, to the day, found Shannon in her
kitchen preparing a first anniversary dinner for
her husband. She’d left work three hours early
in order to surprise him when he came home.
The food, all his favorite dishes, came out
perfectly and was on the table at 6:00- the time
Erik normally walked through their front door.
By 6:15 the food had cooled and Erik wasn’t home
yet, so Shannon put the meat and vegetable dishes
in the oven. She left a concerned message on Erik’s
voice mail at 6:30 and two angry ones at 6:45
and 7:00. At 7:15 Erik finally arrived home to
find his wife staring coldly at him from her chair
at the dinner table.

“Happy anniversary!” she began sarcastically.

Erik stood silently in the doorway while Shannon
flew into a tirade. She went into great detail
about her efforts to make this evening special
and how upset she was that he didn’t even
bother to call and tell her he’d be late.
She declared that Erik didn’t really love her,
that he only cared about himself and that she
had no idea why they were together. She peppered
these statements with an abundance of cruel insults
and extremely fowl language. She was about to grab
the carefully prepared table and flip it over in
her rage when she suddenly noticed a band-aid
on her husband’s forehead.

“What the hell is that?” she said, her voice
softening as she approached him.

“It’s just a bump.” he told her. “I got car-jacked
this afternoon.” Erik walked with Shannon to the
dinner table and sat down as he calmly explained
that a young man had assaulted him in the office
parking lot. He said that he’d handed his keys over
as ordered, then the man bashed him on the head
with the butt of a pistol and drove off. “I spent
the next two hours at the police station filing
a report. I took a cab home.”

“But why didn’t you call?” Shannon asked.

“My cell phone was in the car.” Erik said.
“I guess I could have called from the station,
but I didn’t want to worry you. Besides, I didn’t
know you’d be home early tonight.”

“Oh, honey!” Shannon kissed his bruised forehead.
“You must be starving! Let me put dinner back on
the table.” she said, walking into the kitchen.

“Dinner can wait!” Erik stated in a manner that
stopped Shannon her tracks.

She turned around to see Erik's angry stare.

"I just talked myself into a spanking, didn't I?"

"Don't underestimate yourself!" Erik replied with
a slight smirk. "You not only talked yourself into
a spanking, you talked your panties all the way
down to your ankles! Now get in the living room!
And bring the chair with you!"

Shannon dreaded that phrase: "bring the chair".
It meant that she was in big trouble. Those three
words told Shannon that Erik would soon be rolling
up his sleeve. They foretold kicking and tears and
promised that she’d soon be rubbing her throbbing
red bottom as she stood in the corner.

Shannon took a chair from the table and brought it
into the next room where her husband was waiting,
arms folded. Erik snatched the chair from her,
placed it on the floor and immediately sat down.
Before she could blink twice, Shannon was over
his lap with her skirt up and her panties down.
Erik gave his wife’s soft, round ass cheeks a few
preliminary rubs and squeezes.

“We should get new carpet.” she said. “This burnt
umber shade is kind of yucky.”

“I don’t think it’s so bad.” Erik replied as he
began gently slapping her ass.

“Sure! You’re not the one who has to stare at it
all the time!”

Making small talk with a few jokes thrown in was
Shannon’s way of lightening Erik’s mood before
a spanking. And, to a certain extent, it worked.
Of course it never completely got her out of
being punished. Once Erik decided to take Shannon
to the woodshed, she was going to the woodshed!

Shannon glanced over her shoulder nervously.

“May I ask how bad I’m going to get it?”

“Yes, you may.” Erik said, then continued giving
her bottom a warm-up.

“Thanks.” she replied toward the floor. After a
dozen or so moderate swats, she looked back over
her shoulder again. “How bad am I going to
get it?!”

“I want you to imagine that I’m putting an English
muffin into our toaster.”

“Okay.” Shannon replied tentatively.

“Now what are the three settings on the dial of
that toaster?”

“Um... light?” the young woman guessed with a hint
of hope in her voice.

“Good. Keep going.”

“Medium?”

“One more.” Erik replied as he casually rolled up
his right sleeve.

Shannon swallowed hard. “Dark?”

“Bingo!”

“Damn!” she said through pouting lips. “Why do you
always have to toast muffins like that?!”

“It makes the butter melt quickly.” said Erik and
with that he lifted his hand and delivered the
first serious swat. Shannon yelped and gritted her
teeth in anticipation of the next one, which also
proved to be a real stinger. Like a pitcher who
was properly warmed up, Erik soon brought the
spanking to an intense pace. He smacked his
wife’s bottom with all the speed and strength he
could summon. Shannon began whimpering and her
eyes were filled with tears.

“His hand is so hard!” she thought. “How can such
a sweet man have such rough, powerful hands?!”

Her buttocks felt like molten glass. Trying to
brace herself, she grabbed onto the left front
and rear legs of the chair. She tried not to kick,
but her reflexes soon took over and her feet were
flying wildly through the air. As the torrent of
slaps continued to scorch her burning backside,
Shannon began bawling like a child sent to the
principal’s office. She apologized profusely
through her tears and promised that she would
never lose her temper again. Unconvinced, Erik
continued spanking his wife until her ass was raw,
red and swollen.

“Okay, stand up.” Erik finally commanded.

Shannon pushed herself from his lap and stood
sobbing before him. Erik took his sweetheart into
his arms hugging her and kissing her tear-stained
face until she stopped crying. He then took Shannon
gently by the arm to the corner near the couch.
He was about to tell her that she was to stand
there with her panties down for the next fifteen
minutes when the phone rang. Erik went into the
kitchen to answer it.

As she stood in the corner gripping her sizzling
buns in both hands, two thoughts ran through
Shannon’s mind. One was that her husband had
the hardest hands she’d ever felt, the other was
that she must be the luckiest woman on Earth.

Erik returned a minute later. He told Shannon that
the police had found his car. “It’s at the impound
lot downtown. They say it hasn’t been damaged.
I told them you’d drive me down in a few hours to
pick it up.” He put his hand on Shannon’s shoulder
and turned her around so he could look into her
soft, watery eyes.

“Happy anniversary!” she said with a sincere smile.

They embraced.

“Happy anniversary!” he replied, laughing a bit
as he reached down to firmly cup her burning
ass cheeks in his rugged hands. As he did this,
Erik kissed his way down Shannon’s neck to
her chest.

“Baby..." she whispered. "I want to put some
antiseptic on your forehead. I don’t want you to
get an infection.”

“Yes!” Erik groaned back, his voice a bit muffled
as he pressed his lips into her cleavage. “And I’m
going to rub some cream on your bottom. I don’t
want you to blister.”

Moaning softly, Shannon tilted her head back as
her right hand unzipped Erik’s pants and deftly
maneuvered its way into his underwear.

“What am I going to do with you?” Erik asked with
a knowing smile.

"Just keep loving me, okay?" Shannon replied,
looking hopefully into her husband’s adoring eyes.

"Let me tell you something, my little spitfire...”
Erik said, giving the tip of her nose a kiss.
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down!”


THE END