Lacey in the Corner

A Lori and Lacey Story

“This is ridiculous,” Lacey grumbled under her breath.

Her sore bare behind was planted on a hard wooden chair facing the living room corner. She had a notebook in her left hand and a pen in her right; she was writing the sentence “I must not let my mouth get my bottom in trouble” for the twentieth time-- twenty out of one hundred. Lori had hung a large bar of soap from a string on the wall directly in front of her as a reminder of how things might escalate if Lacey failed in her present task.

As much as Lacey wanted to prove herself the equal of Lori’s ex Kelley in being able to “take anything you can dish out,” her sore butt, cramping hand, and the inescapable reminder that she could well be performing this task with a big bar of soap in her mouth combined to give her second thoughts.

Lacey was adventurous by nature, but ever since she and Lori had agreed to make discipline and punishment part of their domestic arrangement, Lori had frequently pushed the limits of that adventurousness. Lacey’s current state of dress was a case in point. She wore a pink tank top that read, “I just need to be spanked and sent to bed early.” A matching pair of panties declared its wearer to be a “Naughty Girl.” The discipline outfit had been a recent birthday gift, when Lacey turned 25. Lori had teased her by saying, “We’ll start with this. But knowing how bratty you are, you’ll probably wind up wearing nothing else inside the house; I’ll have to order at least three more sets.” Lori had insisted that she try on her present immediately (something Lacey actually enjoyed), and had given her a lusty birthday spanking in her new attire. Lacey loved it.

But she did not love writing lines with her bare, just-spanked butt planted on the hard wood of this chair, facing the corner for God-knew-how-long. One hundred times? She was only up to thirty-five now, and her hand was already cramping. She shook it out, cracked her knuckles and resumed writing with a sigh.

She knew Lori was watching her. After ensconcing her in the corner and giving her this assignment, her girlfriend had sat down in her comfortable recliner and begun reading a novel while sipping a ginger ale. It just wasn’t fair.

Well, that wasn’t quite true Lacey had to admit that her girlfriend had given her fair warning. After a Saturday morning of sustained brattiness from Lacey, Lori had eventually announced that her limit had been reached by declaring, “You need a spanking. Go change into your punishment outfit.” When Lacey remained defiant, her girlfriend responded, “Oh, I see; you’d rather be naked. That can be arranged.” A loud, “You wish!” from Lacey; a look from her lover that said, “Just keep pushing me;” a deep, put-upon sigh, and Lacey was soon in the pink outfit and going over Lori’s lap.

“You’re lucky I don’t take you out on the deck for this, brat,” Lori had said just before delivering a long, hard hand spanking. That had caused Lacey’s stomach to flip over, roller coaster-riding-style. As adventurous as she was, she kept silent; she had no wish to push her lover into doing that.

Or did she? Shifting in a fruitless attempt to find a comfortable position on the chair, writing the 50th line with her panties around her ankles, she found herself getting wet at the thought. Would Lori actually do it? Had she ever given Kelley a semi-public spanking? If so, pushing Lori into doing the same for her was a moral imperative.

But not today-- her butt was too sore. And Lori had explicitly made inquiries into her sex life with her ex off-limits, saying, “I’m with you. I love you, you crazy brat. No more questions about the past.” That had given Lacey a warm feeling inside, and considerable moisture between her legs. The sex that followed was flat-out amazing. In fact, ever since they’d introduced a disciplinary element into their relationship, their sex life had taken off like a rocket.

Lacey winced as she shifted uncomfortably again, but the wince was followed by a smile. Once she was released from this penitent’s position, she planned to go down on Lori and send her into the stratosphere. And if she finished her current assignment to Lori’s satisfaction, she was sure to return the favor.

Smiling broadly despite her smarting tail, Lacey began her 60th line.

[END]

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