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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 foundherself arguing with others over the smallest of issues. Of course, this wasbefore she met Erik Powell.
The two had been dating less than a month when Shannon managed to instigatea loud argument in the middle of a film they were watching. Aggravated by Shannon'sbehavior and embarrassed at being part of a public spectacle, Erik took hisdate by the arm, lead her out of the movie theater and into the parking lotwhere he proceeded to tell her what an intolerable pain in the ass she wasbeing. Then, as if to illustrate his point, he put his foot onto the rear fenderof 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 hesmacked her ass again and was soon spanking her quite soundly. Shannon's flimsyskirt and silk panties offered little protection against the onslaught of Erik'spowerful hand as it came down again and again, each time delivering a stinginghandful of heat to the young woman's aching backside. Erik gave Shannon's bottomone 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 unlockedhis door got into the driver's seat. He started the engine and waited for herto get in, which she eventually did.
It was uncomfortably quite inside Erik's car as he drove Shannon home.
"I understand if you don't want to see me again." he said after seven minuteson the road.
Shannon didn't respond. She just stared out the window watching trees andhouses pass in and out of view. She was stunned- not by the spanking she'djust received but by the fact that she wasn't the least bit angry or upsetabout it. She felt oddly at peace. It was strange because, even if she wasin the right, she never felt pleased or vindicated after a dispute, only frustratedand empty. This felt entirely different. It was like tasting some exotic flavorfor the first time. And she wanted more.
By the time they arrived at Shannon's apartment building, Erik had takenhis date's silence to mean that their courtship was at an end. So he was morethan a little surprised when she invited him in.
"I'm sorry we missed the end of the movie." Shannon said from the kitchenas Erik made himself comfortable on the couch. She entered the living roomwith a drink in each hand. "I don't know what came over me." She handed Erika glass as she sat down next to him. They sipped their drinks and smiled politelyat 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 answera 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 likeone."
Erik began to answer but then though better of it. "I really don't wantto 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 spoilingfor another trip across my knee?!"
Shannon paused, then gulped down the remainder of her drink before placingthe glass on the table next to his.
"Not 'spoiling' exactly." she said. "I think maybe 'intrigued' would bea 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 whenShannon suddenly broke from the kiss and pushed herself from him. But he understoodher 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 lefthand on the small of Shannon's back while his right began to roam slowly acrossher ass cheeks. She sighed heavily as he gave her left buttock a gentle squeezeand grunted slightly when he gave her right one a mild smack. Shannon pressedherself against Erik's leg as he continued to give her sore ass a deep, soothingmassage interrupted by an occasional slap to one cheek or the other.
Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness lifted the hem of her skirtexposing her beautiful panty-clad bottom. Once again, he began alternatelycaressing and swatting Shannon's cheeks while she continued to moan. As therubbing 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 leftthe floor as a particularly sharp slap landed across her reddening fanny. Noticingthis, 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 torub 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 grinningas she felt herself becoming hot all over- not just her ass, but her face andher body. An intoxicating warmth spread from the tops of her ears to the tipsof her toes. She'd gone from moist to drenched when Erik slid her panties downand now that he was spanking her bare bottom she was delirious with the mixtureof pleasure, pain and humiliation. The swats were coming down hard and fastnow. Shannon began to kick and cry out. Her cheeks were ablaze and felt asif they were throbbing two beats faster than her heart. Finally, as the spankingreached a fevered pitch, Shannon managed to say one coherent word: "Please!"
Erik recognized the sound in her voice and knew immediately that this wasnot just a request for him to stop spanking her, but a demand for him to startdoing something else. He delivered two more swats, one to each cheek and quicklybegan to massage them once again. He kneaded her burning buttocks with hishands, squeezing and patting them as well. As he did this, he occasionallylet his fingers wander between her thighs to explore her wetness. It didn'ttake 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 lookedup at him through her weepy eyes as he carried her to the bedroom. There wasno anger on his face, no contempt or superiority. It was clear that he hadsimply given her something of which she had been in dire need- a loving, attentivehand.
The next morning, the two had a long discussion over breakfast. They decidedthat Shannon could benefit from a lifestyle that included spankings in responseto her verbal outbursts. They agreed on a simple set of rules then shook handsand kissed to seal the deal. During the months that followed, they stuck totheir plan. Every time Shannon lost her temper and flew off the handle shewas soon punished with a session across Erik's lap where she received a hardbare bottom spanking. If she used particularly poor judgment in her choiceof words while quarreling, she would also spend ten or fifteen minutes standingin a corner with her freshly painted back porch on display.
Erik even managed to work the details of this arrangement into their weddingvows. At the altar, after audibly promising to love and cherish her, Erik leanedin 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 barebottom bright red whenever she needs it."
Shannon blushed deeply at the thought of someone overhearing this and whenshe saw the giddy smile on the minister's face as he asked for the rings herface turned the shade of raspberry sherbet.
One year later, to the day, found Shannon in her kitchen preparing a firstanniversary dinner for her husband. She'd left work three hours early in orderto surprise him when he came home. The food, all his favorite dishes, cameout perfectly and was on the table at 6:00- the time Erik normally walked throughtheir front door. By 6:15 the food had cooled and Erik wasn't home yet, soShannon put the meat and vegetable dishes in the oven. She left a concernedmessage on Erik's voice mail at 6:30 and two angry ones at 6:45 and 7:00. At7:15 Erik finally arrived home to find his wife staring coldly at him fromher chair at the dinner table.
"Happy anniversary!" she began sarcastically.
Erik stood silently in the doorway while Shannon flew into a tirade. Shewent into great detail about her efforts to make this evening special and howupset 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 himselfand that she had no idea why they were together. She peppered these statementswith an abundance of cruel insults and extremely fowl language. She was aboutto grab the carefully prepared table and flip it over in her rage when shesuddenly noticed a band-aid on her husband's forehead.
"What the hell is that?" she said, her voice softening as she approachedhim.
"It's just a bump." he told her. "I got car-jacked this afternoon." Erikwalked with Shannon to the dinner table and sat down as he calmly explainedthat a young man had assaulted him in the office parking lot. He said thathe'd handed his keys over as ordered, then the man bashed him on the head withthe butt of a pistol and drove off. "I spent the next two hours at the policestation 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 calledfrom the station, but I didn't want to worry you. Besides, I didn't know you'dbe 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. "Younot only talked yourself into a spanking, you talked your panties all the waydown to your ankles! Now get in the living room! And bring the chair with you!"
Shannon dreaded that phrase: "bring the chair". It meant thatshe was in big trouble. Those three words told Shannon that Erik would soonbe rolling up his sleeve. They foretold kicking and tears and promised thatshe'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 whereher husband was waiting, arms folded. Erik snatched the chair from her, placedit on the floor and immediately sat down. Before she could blink twice, Shannonwas over his lap with her skirt up and her panties down. Erik gave his wife'ssoft, round ass cheeks a few preliminary rubs and squeezes.
"We should get new carpet." she said. "This burnt umber shade is kind ofyucky."
"I don't think it's so bad." Erik replied as he began gently slapping herass.
"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 lighteningErik's mood before a spanking. And, to a certain extent, it worked. Of courseit never completely got her out of being punished. Once Erik decided to takeShannon 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 toastmuffins like that?!"
"It makes the butter melt quickly." said Erik and with that he lifted hishand and delivered the first serious swat. Shannon yelped and gritted her teethin anticipation of the next one, which also proved to be a real stinger. Likea pitcher who was properly warmed up, Erik soon brought the spanking to anintense pace. He smacked his wife's bottom with all the speed and strengthhe 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 suchrough, powerful hands?!"
Her buttocks felt like molten glass. Trying to brace herself, she grabbedonto the left front and rear legs of the chair. She tried not to kick, buther 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 beganbawling like a child sent to the principal's office. She apologized profuselythrough her tears and promised that she would never lose her temper again.Unconvinced, Erik continued spanking his wife until her ass was raw, red andswollen.
"Okay, stand up." Erik finally commanded.
Shannon pushed herself from his lap and stood sobbing before him. Erik tookhis sweetheart into his arms hugging her and kissing her tear-stained faceuntil she stopped crying. He then took Shannon gently by the arm to the cornernear the couch. He was about to tell her that she was to stand there with herpanties down for the next fifteen minutes when the phone rang. Erik went intothe kitchen to answer it.
As she stood in the corner gripping her sizzling buns in both hands, twothoughts ran through Shannon's mind. One was that her husband had the hardesthands she'd ever felt, the other was that she must be the luckiest woman onEarth.
Erik returned a minute later. He told Shannon that the police had foundhis 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 handon 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 firmlycup her burning ass cheeks in his rugged hands. As he did this, Erik kissedhis way down Shannon's neck to her chest.
"Baby..." she whispered. "I want to put some antiseptic on yourforehead. I don't want you to get an infection."
"Yes!" Erik groaned back, his voice a bit muffled as he pressed his lipsinto her cleavage. "And I'm going to rub some cream on your bottom. I don'twant you to blister."
Moaning softly, Shannon tilted her head back as her right hand unzippedErik'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 hopefullyinto her husband's adoring eyes.
"Let me tell you something, my little spitfire..." Erik said, givingthe tip of her nose a kiss. "I'll love you 'til you can't sit down!"
THE END
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