Friday, June 17, 2016

Picture Fiction

Today we offer our feature where we take photos and each write unique stories based on the pics.

"I've Got That Spanking Feeling" Bedtime Spanking
It began suddenly. He had never seen anything like it. She threw a full-on, four year old-style temper tantrum. Right at the dinner table.

"I don't want to eat peas!" she said, shoving her plate so hard it cascaded onto the floor, scattering meat and peas everywhere. There was a moment of silence where she looked at the floor wide-eyed. It was obvious to him that she had not planned on pushing the plate that hard. She looked at him. He glared at her with a fiery rage. The silence went on for a long, long time.

They weren't having a "little's" day, but she had pre-negotiated the tantrum. She had wanted to try one for some time--had, in fact, been thinking about one for longer. She didn't want to be disruptive. She didn't want to be a "bad girl." She just wanted to get out of control a bit.

She wanted to have a full-on, lie-face-down-on-the-floor-kicking-and-screaming tantrum. They agreed she could and decided the best way for it to work was for it to be a surprise.
Her bare feet made little noise on the floor as she made her way to the living room. Bracing her hands against the doorframe, she leaned forward slowly to look into the living room. He was sitting on the sofa, savoring his glass of scotch and watching one of the graphic, violent shows that gave her nightmares.

“Daddy?” she said quietly when he didn’t notice her sneaking into the room.

He paused the show and looked over at her. For a long moment, he simply stared, taking in her naked body and watching her shiver as the cool air came into contact with her skin warm from bed.

“What are you doing up, little one?”

She caught her lip between her teeth, considering her words, before saying, “I couldn’t sleep, Daddy.”

“You were all but asleep on the sofa here, before I tucked you in.”

She lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug, “But I can’t sleep now!”
Clearly she hadn't meant for the plate to land on the floor. Red climbed up her face. But it fit the bill and had the desired effect. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he bellowed, red faced. "You're coming with me, young lady!"

And after that booming voice stopped echoing around the dining room, he grabbed her by the wrist so hard that she imagined she felt tendons collapsing against bone and he tore her from her chair. She slid, bare footed, on the peas, which was unfortunate. She banged her thigh against the corner of the dining room table. Also unfortunate.

He took her to the bedroom, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head down onto the bed. He seethed in her ear: "You hold still, little one." She knew, mostly because of the plate, that not all of this was staged. She also knew to hold incredibly still.

He spanked her hard then. No warm up. This was no time for a warm up. Then he spanked her harder. She hadn't felt it this "harder" in a long time. He was worked up. "You need to learn how to mind your attitude. You're a bit too haughty for this house." He ramped up the spanking then. Yes--ramped up.

This went on for some time and at some point, she wasn't really sure when, he pulled off his belt and strapped her again and again and again until he was panting and out of breath and she had hot tears dripping onto the sheets of the bed.

"Now," he started, his voice trailing off. He grabbed her by the ear and dragged her to the corner. "Stand here. And don't you fucking move." He stormed out of the room and she heard, ever so faintly, the sound of silverware against a plate. He was finishing his dinner.

And, like how many of these stories end, a sly smile crept upon her lips.
“Maybe you’d sleep better with a red, hot bottom.”

She stood silent, giving the threat serious consideration. His laughter broke the silence. He moved to the middle of the sofa and beckoned her over. She settled easily and automatically on his lap, her bottom presented over his knees and her arms folded beneath her.

“Always so eager for a spanking,” he observed, even as he obliged her unspoken request. His hand smacked down on her waiting bottom. He spanked hard from the start, eliciting a few yelps from her.

“And so soon, you’re just as eager for it to end,” he mused aloud. But this unspoken desire would not be so quickly granted. He settled into a rhythm, smacking her bottom in one place several times before moving to another.

When he did stop, it was only to order her back to the bedroom. Once there, he directed her to bend over the end of the bed. After flipping on a light, he retrieved a paddle from the drawer where it was kept for just such an occasion.

He tapped it lightly against her bottom, giving her a clear indication of what was to come. He made a few adjustments to her position and his before taking a full swing.

She cried out with genuine distress at this, but he ignored her and applied several more swats to her red bottom. She pressed her face into the bed and struggled to hold her position.

When he finished, he slid the paddle onto the bed beside her. He helped her to her feet and pulled her into a hug. One of his hands slid down her back to squeeze her swollen bottom. He held her for a moment, waiting for her breathing to steady. Then he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and said, “Back into bed with you, little one. And go to sleep this time!”


  1. My wife throws a tantrum sometimes when I watch my soccer team! I have no altenative to putting her over my knees and despite her struggles and kicking I lift up her skirt or pull her jeans/panties down! I find 4 or 5 good smacks makes her stop and submit to a good spanking on her bare bottom and thighs ! After a few mnutes I stop and she will ask me if I want her to get the cane! She returns with my pliable rattan cane undresses and bends over a chair for 15 light but stinging strokes ! Then its off to our bedroom where I comfort my lovely wife !!

    1. Sounds like you should be writing some fiction of your own by that description. Thanks for the comment.