Spanking Storybook

Jack brought Emma’s things up to his bedroom, and Emma went to the kitchen and looked around. Emma loved cooking. She was happy to see he had a well-equipped kitchen so she could spend some time making meals for him. As she turned around, Jack was standing in the door frame. He looked so handsome and wore this sexy smile that nearly melted her.

“Come here, Baby,” he said as he held out his arms. Emma was pressed against him in seconds. “You feel so good, Emma. I can’t decide what to do with you first. But this is a good start,” he said as he lifted her onto the counter and began to kiss her, slowly and deliberately. His kisses became more demanding, and Emma moaned softly. His hands fondled her breasts through her blouse, and his thumbs stroked over her nipples making her unable to think.

“Mmmm, I love how you respond to me, Emma girl,” he whispered against her ear. Emma began to unbutton his shirt, and his hand covered hers. “No, first I feed you. Then we have things to discuss.” Just like that he walked away and opened the refrigerator.

A very frustrated Emma followed him, and helped him make sandwiches for both of them. Emma hadn’t eaten since early that morning, and now it was nearly evening. She knew it was best that she eat something, but still part of her was hurt and uncertain as to why he had stopped what he had started.

As they ate the sandwiches, Emma was very quiet. She answered Jack’s questions with short answers. Jack was frowning, and Emma was nearly pouting. Jack cleaned up the dishes, while Emma cleared the table. He walked her into the living room to a large black leather chair. As he sat down, he pulled her onto his lap.

“Now, what is bothering you,” he asked.

Sitting on his lap felt like heaven, and all Emma wanted to do at that moment was cuddle close to him. She’d dreamed of this so many times. Jack put a finger under her chin, and lifted her face to look at him, “I’m waiting, Baby.”

Emma gulped. She knew that tone. It was the tone he used on the phone when he wasn’t happy with her. “Nothing, Jack,” she said softly.

“You know that answer will get you spanked, Emma,” he warned. How could a man speak and growl at the same time? Emma looked at him, and the hurt she had felt earlier crept back making her eyes tear. “I..Why..,” she didn’t know how to answer. “I don’t know what I’m feeling, Jack, really,” she said.

Jack tucked her close to him, and rubbed her bottom and kissed the top of her head. “It’s ok, Emma. You’re upset because I stopped kissing you and had you eat. Right?” Emma bit her bottom lip to keep from crying, and nodded.

“Who is in charge, Baby?” he asked as he made her look into his eyes. “You are, Sir,” she answered without hesitation. Jack smiled and hugged her. “Very good, Emma,” he said, “Now we have some things to discuss before I take you upstairs to bed.”

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Jack’s house was just as she expected. It was just like him. Very simply stated, warm and masculine. The ride was over an hour, but it had passed so quickly as they both chatted about things just like they were talking on the phone. That was one thing Emma loved about Jack. He always made her feel so comfortable, and he was so easy to talk to. When she first met him, she wasn’t sure he would be dominant enough for her. He was so kind and considerate, and very generous with his time and attention. He wasn’t like most of the men she had met online. BDSM chat rooms seem to bring in a lot of Dom wannabes. Emma had met her share of those, but the first night she spoke with Jack, she knew he was different.

Jack and Emma began to chat online regularly after that first meeting. Pretty soon, Jack was the only man Emma was talking to online. She was feeling herself get very attached to him, and it was scaring her. They had done scenes online that connected with her mind so deeply and were so emotionally intense, that Emma often wondered if real life could even compare. Well, very soon she was going to find out.

“Emma, are you ok?” Jack asked, as Emma stood frozen at his doorway. Emma knew that once she entered his house, that there would be no turning back. Jack had given her a safe word, but Emma had made her own decision to follow this through. “Baby, this is something you’ve needed for a long time,” Jack said. Emma smiled at him, nodded her head and walked into his house.

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Finally, real life. Emma smiled at Jack as she saw him for the first time waiting in the airport baggage area. Jack smiled back and walked towards her. Emma’s stomach did flips as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.

“At last, Emma. I have you in my arms,” he said. She’d spent hours hearing his voice over the phone, but now with him so close, his voice vibrated through her body making her tremble. As if he knew her thoughts, he rubbed her back. “Don’t be nervous, Emma. We’ve both be waiting a long time for this.” He smelled so good. Can a man smell dominant? Well, Emma decided that Jack did.

Jack didn’t waste any time collecting Emma’s luggage and getting her into his truck for the ride back to his place. Emma wasn’t sure why Jack hadn’t kissed her yet. Maybe he was nervous too. As he put the key in the ignition, Emma’s hand stopped him. “Wait, Jack,” was all she said as she leaned over the seat, placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him close for a long overdue kiss. They both smiled at each other.

“Damn, honey, how am I supposed to drive after that?” he asked. Emma just giggled, and fastened her seat belt. “You’re going to pay for that later, girl,” he warned. Emma felt her face get warm, and smiled back at him.

“Yes, Sir. I know.”

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This spanking story was written in just a few minutes. There are no names, just straight to the point spanking. Hope you enjoy it.

A Nice Quiet Evening

She is leaning over the sink, peeling potatoes for dinner. She is humming to herself, thinking about spending the evening with him. Lately, their schedules have been so busy. They are both running in every direction and don’t get to spend a quiet evening alone anymore.

She hears his car in the driveway and smiles. As he comes through the doorway, he calls for her. “In the kitchen, Dear,” she answers.

He comes behind her and wraps his arms around her, kissing her neck and ear. “Baby, you smell so good,” he says. “How long until dinner?”

“I’m just putting the last things in the pot, and then about 30 minutes,” she says.

“Plenty of time,” he says.

She laughs, “Plenty of time for what?” She puts the potatoes into the pot and looks over to him. Her stomach sinks as she sees him pull a kitchen chair to the center of the room. Before she can say a word, he pulls her hand and flips her over his lap.

“But…what? What did I do, Dear?” she cries, as he pulls up her skirt and lowers her panties, baring her lovely bottom.

“When was the last time you put gas in your car, Baby?” he asks. “I told you I needed your car today because it would fit all my clients for a lunch meeting.” With that he slapped his hand down hard on her bare cheeks.

She tried to respond, but at first the slaps stung so much she had to catch her breath. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I meant to fill the tank for you and I just forgot, OOOWWW!!”

The spanks got harder and faster, and she was being to cry and sob. She loved how well he cared for her, but hated when he disciplined her. She felt like child while he spanked her, but afterwards it was almost worth it. She couldn’t see that far right now though, “Pleeaseee..I’m sorry. I just forgot!! OOOOOWW!!!”

“Your car was well beyond empty, Honey. You were running on fumes. Not only was I late for my morning meeting, but I nearly didn’t make it to the gas station on time!” With that he smacked her thighs, leaving stinging handprints behind. “This is not the first time. When were you going to fill that tank? When you ran of gas God knows where?” He stopped spanking, and stood her up. She looked so beautiful with her eyes full of tears, trying to control her crying. “This is the second time I have spanked you for this, Darling. You know what that means.”

She began to sob and plead, “Plleaseeee plleaseee, no, I won’t forget again.” Even as she pleaded he turned her around to face the counter. “Hands on the counter, Baby. Arch your bottom out and up for me.” He lifted her skirt up exposing her red cheeks, and took off his belt.

She stood still, knowing he wouldn’t change his mind at any of her pleading, and too much carrying on would make her punishment worse. Tears streamed down her cheeks while she listened to him lecture her. She answered “Yes, Sir” at every question, and finally put her head down, spread her legs slightly and raised her bottom as he instructed.

The burn of his belt seemed to never end. She was sobbing and crying wishing maybe she didn’t have quite such a caring man. Soon, she was in his arms, hearing his voice gently calm her.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back. It was the beginning of a wonderful evening together.