Part One
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Carla whimpered slightly at the “S” word combined with the diminutive. That signaled an imminent discipline spanking, and Maggie’s discipline spankings were always long, hard and thorough. They were also delivered on a bare behind, often with the aid of a wooden hairbrush!
“But Jayna and Isabel are in the next room!” Carla whined. “They’ll hear...it’s just too embarrassing!”
“Oh, stop being melodramatic. Jay and Belle know damned well you get spanked regularly-- hell, they’ve spanked you themselves!”
“Yeah, but those were just birthday spankings!”
“Carla. You misbehaved in front of our guests and made them uncomfortable. You should consider yourself damned lucky I don’t take this out to the living room and invite them to watch!”
Carla’s eyes widened and she crossed her arms over her chest, an unconscious, self-protective gesture. True, Both Jay and Belle had seen her spanked--and spanked her themselves--but they’d never witnessed one of her discipline spankings. It was a completely different head space, and the thought horrified the young woman.
“Please...please don’t do that,” she said in a quiet but urgent tone.
“Then get your butt over my lap.”
Carla groaned aloud, her face flaring. Even though the couple play-spanked a lot, and as a prelude to incredibly hot lovemaking, this was different. Carla had misbehaved at dinner, getting a little tipsy and haranguing the waitress-- openly flirting with her, in fact. It had angered Maggie and (as she'd noted) made Jayna and Isabel quite uncomfortable. They were in the spare bedroom next door, and were no doubt listening for the inevitable aftermath. As Carla draped herself over Maggie’s lap, she felt like a naughty six-year-old.
“Now,” said Maggie in a no-nonsense tone, resting her hand on Carla’s pajama-covered behind, “tell Miss Maggie why you’re being punished.”
Carla’s face grew even hotter. Mags’ self-transformation from loving life partner into serious disciplinarian in these situations always contributed to the young woman’s embarrassment. Having to spell out the details of her misdemeanor prior to a spanking had a pronounced psychological effect.
“I...um, I drank a little too much...”
“No crime there, since I was driving.” Maggie waited, her hand resting on her wife’s ample bottom.
Damn. She was really going to make her spill it.
“I...I guess I was kinda...inappropriate...with the waitress.”
“Exactly!” Mags exclaimed with two vigorous swats to the rear end beneath her that made its owner yelp. “How do you think that made me feel, especially with Jay and Belle sitting right there?”
The hurt in Maggie’s voice cleared away the last of Carla’s alcohol-induced haze. She realized how it would make her feel if the tables were turned, and felt genuine remorse. She turned her head, her eyes moist, and looked at Mags.
“I’m so sorry, Baby. It was just...stupid. I’m really sorry.”
“I know you are, Babe, and I’m glad. Doesn’t get you out of your spanking, though.”
Of course it didn’t; Carla knew that. Mags knew her all too well: if she were “let off” a spanking she’d rightfully earned, she’d mope around feeling guilty for days. Maggie knew a sore tail was better for her lady than unresolved feelings of guilt.
“You know I’ll always take care of you, love.” And with a smile of grim determination, she raised her hand high.
[END PART ONE]
Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Aunt Carla
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What an awesome opener . That was so amazing
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you very kindly! This story is just about as "based on actual events" as any I've written, so it's particularly delightful that you find the opening awesome. ;)
DeleteLove your "based on actual events" accounts, Carla. It brings a delightful frisson when reading.
ReplyDeleteCarla and Maggie are two strong, intelligent, beautiful women who complement each other. Stronger as two while still keeping their individual identities and uniqueness.
Very kind of you to say so, Michael!
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