Big Book of Spanking II

Another Time-3

“I’ll be in a minute,” he said as I opened the tool shed door.

“That’s okay, I can watch,” I replied. He was in the process of working on something, though I wasn’t sure what.

“Go on in,” he insisted, with a voice far too curt to be called civil.

That was when the uproar started. I don’t know how these things begin, but I had the distinct feeling that despite his claims otherwise, he was as anxious about this weekend and its outcome as I was.

I looked at him totally taken aback by his tone of voice, and sputtered something especially nasty and stormed out the door.

I waited for him inside, seething. I know I was probably over reacting, but with all the agitation inside me, I couldn’t help it. When Will finally stomped into the cabin, he was glaring at me. “You over your snit?” he asked, hanging up his jacket.

“I’m fine now,” I answered, trying not to be sarcastic. Truth was, I wasn’t fine at all.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he countered. “Maybe you’ll just have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“What!” I protested. I couldn’t believe he was telling me this, over some silly trivial thing!

“Well you’re not going to sleep in my bed,” he replied.

“What happened to all your lusty comments earlier?” I asked. By then my anger was beginning to get the better of me and my voice was rising like a shrew’s into the air. “I thought that was why you brought me up here, or are you just playing game?”

“Look at you, Lauren,” Will snarled. “Why would I want to make love to the nasty b***h you’re being right now?”

“You vicious bastard!” I snapped. “I can see that your age hasn’t kept you from being the brute you always were. No wonder I left you.” I was as livid as I’d been in years. Why does he have the power to make me so furious ? I thought to myself. He’d always so one-sided and unfair!

In a quick flash of anger I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I picked up the casserole dish that was sitting on the table and slammed it down on the floor where it broke into a thousand little pieces.

The instantaneous fury in his eyes was unmistakable, just the same as I remembered it. Unfortunately, my mind wasn’t quite as quick to remember that the belt was just inches from his grasp. Before I knew it, he’d pulled it off the wall with one hand, and had grabbed my arm with the other.

“I guess it’s to the shed after all,” was all he said, and unceremoniously we were out the door. I was stumbling down the stairs after him, though I didn’t need to worry about slipping. The way he held me so tightly there was no way I’d fall.

Inside the shed, he pushed me against his workbench and tore into my jeans with a brusque cruel relish. It all came back, every wild contemptible, remarkable feeling. What terror and what bliss!

My ass quickly bared, he bent me over a stool, instead of the table; I instantly assumed he liked the angle and the target so well exposed.

The leather belt came down in a flash with the same resounding wallop I remembered. I screamed. I wanted to wriggle away, but my awkward position on the stool prevented any escape. If I’d have struggled more, I would have fallen to the floor and that would have only made Will more furious. It appeared I was destined to feel every one of his furious cuts across my naked butt.

Each time the belt came down I shrieked again, the pain was everything I remembered it to be, maybe even more. He certainly hadn’t grown any weaker in ten years!

After he’d leveled a full ten whacks, he paused. I hoped he was finished, but I was wrong. He laid in again, and I could even hear him grunt with the effort. “Please Will, please stop!” I pleaded loudly. He answered me with another rash of whacks.

When he paused again, it was long enough for me to feel a soft and vibrant warmth spread throughout my punished bottom. It was a feeling I recalled from the past, and happening again, I realized that there was a lusty sensuality beginning to rise within me. I found myself wiggling my ass lewdly in the air. And as the seconds ticked off and he didn’t raise the belt again, I thought he was finished, just admiring the show. But again I was wrong.

“Goddam, your ass looks great!” he exclaimed. I could heard the elation in his

voice!

“Are you finished?” I asked, my own voice prayerfully pleading.

“Hell no!” he answered, as if I were making a joke. And the belt struck my bottom once again, as I heard the awful snap of the leather when it hit.

Another round of vigorous strokes pelted my backsides from the tender skin of my thighs, when I yowled like the dickens, to the fleshy cheek above, when I simply moaned. After this round of feverish blows he was finished and I knew it! He dropped the belt, and immediately jerked me up, knocking the stool to the floor. I looked directly into his eyes, realizing the wild s****l rush rising inside.

“You’ve always needed this, my love, you’ve always wanted it,” he concluded. “That stupid display inside the house announced that pretty clearly.”

I didn’t want to admit that he was right, not so soon anyway, but the evidence was certainly in his favor.

“But what about you?” I managed to say through my tears, “you were a brute tonight and you know it, you were pushing as hard for this as I was.” I knew I was right.

“Yeah, but you were the one that slammed that dish to the floor. How else did you expect me to respond?”

Our eyes flashed brightly at each other. We stood close, face to face so that we could even feel each other’s warm breath. It didn’t surprise me when his hand reached around and fondled my sore bottom. I knew it would arouse me even more than I already was, I wanted it to. It was my consolation for the punishment and a fine consolation it would be.

As my body heat continued rise, Will bent down and covered my mouth with his; his tongue moving deftly inside my mouth. I leaned into him and let the wild race run.

He brusquely squeezed my ass again and began a penetrating search with his fingers between my rear cheeks. Finding what he wanted, he pressed a finger against my back hole and I jerked and a vivid sensation ripped through me.

“Some day I’ll have you here too,” he murmured. Although I was petrified at the thought, my intuition suggested that it wouldn’t be this time. He had every intention of taking me as he used to, right between my legs in my tight moist cunt. I could hardly wait!

We broke away from each other. I pulled up my jeans, Will grabbed the belt, and we hastily left our initiated woodshed for the big brass bed. We had the same thing in mind.

Inside the cabin the light glowed warmly. The bed, with its thick soft covers and potent memories, welcomed us as we tumbled onto the downy comforter.

Smack! His hand came down on my rear as I lay on top of him, his d**k re-acquainting itself with my pulsing interior.

“You were quite a b***h tonight,” he charged

“And you were quite a bastard!” I charged back.

There was something still very intense in our repartee, this was not about to be a tender screw.

“Move on me,” he ordered, and he proceeded with a raucous display of slaps to my rear. I replied with a lewd little dance atop his c**k, allowing myself to relish the amazing sensations that my well spanked rear added to our s*x. The belt, my butt, his ruthless wielding …always opened up a crude kind of making love between us.

We rolled about the bed, scratched and played. His slaps peppered my bottom in an unending staccato, sending my body to places I hardly remembered were there. When my climax came, I squealed with sheer delight, and Will roaring under me, pressed his c**k so deep inside I thought it was going to come out the other side. I loved squeezing down on it just when it started to spasm. Then, we rocked against each other in one fine ending. These were the wonderful old feelings I now remembered so well! Why did I ever let him go ten years before?

After our mutual climax, I collapsed against him and we lay together and kissed, sweat was dripping from us both.

He finally pushed me off of him, and we lay side by side for nearly an hour before he spoke. I was basking in the whole wonderful theater: the fight, the woodshed, the stinging leather, his flashing eyes and the pounding s*x. I’d never been so happy in my life.

“You’ve got a mess to clean up,” he finally broke the silence, jolting me from my reverie.

“I guess I do,” I replied. “But I thought maybe you’d help me?” It was just an innocent little suggestion.

“Hell no, little b***h, that’s all your doing.”

I’d like to have protested more, but I’d only make him mad again, not that another escapade wouldn’t be delightful; but I wasn’t sure my poor bottom could take any more abuse that night.

“Go on, get going,” he poked me in the ribs.

“You’re, you’re.. .” I tried to find the perfect word as he pushed me off the bed.

“A dominant, demanding asshole,” Will helped me out. “Of course I am.”

“And that’s just the way you’ll always be,” I said, resigning myself to the obvious.

“You’re damn right,” he agreed, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “Just like you’ll always be my sweet submissive.”

I still wasn’t sure I liked that thought, but by then his eyes had captured me again, just as his heart had captured my heart.

“So are you going to clean up your mess, or are you going to split like you did before?” he asked.

I was on my feet. Turning in the doorway I looked back at him still lying lazily in bed. What a cocky scoundrel he was! I looked into the other room and surveyed the mess in the kitchen.

Am I really older and wiser about this relationship? Or am l just more foolish than ever? I wondered to myself.

Whatever the verdict, I knew exactly what I was going to do, and this time there’d be no regrets.

I took off toward the kitchen and fetched the broom, sweeping the broken glass into one nice neat pile.

I still couldn’t explain this crazy relationship; I wasn’t sure why it fulfilled me so. But this time there were no more doubts. This time, I planned to stay.