Spanking Storybook

The Next Morning….

“We’re leaving in 10 minutes, Emma,” Jack called from downstairs. Emma answered from the bedroom, “I’m hurrying, Jack. I’m a girl. We take longer to get ready,” she laughed.

“Emma, 10 minutes!”

“Goodness, the man is such a stickler for time,” Emma muttered to herself in the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror wearing a soft blue dress and sandals. She continued to apply her makeup, and smiled. Last night had been amazing. She’d had her first spanking from Jack, and it had been very different from her fantasies. It certainly had hurt, more than she had imagined to be sure. Yet, through the whole spanking, Emma had never felt so cared for by a man. Jack had held her for a long time after it was over. Then, he had carried her upstairs to his bedroom.

He’d been slow and deliberate as he undressed her. Emma had felt so submissive after being spanked and then having him take her clothes off. He’d laid her on the bed, and removed his clothes. Then, he ordered her to put her hands on the headboard. He began to touch her body, and caress her all over. Emma moaned, and wanted to touch his body too. Twice she tried to move her hands from the headboard. The first time he gave her a low warning. The second time, he smacked her thigh sharply. Emma hadn’t moved her hands again.

The sex had gone on for hours- fast, slow, gentle and a little rough. No wonder she was moving so slow this morning. Emma finished her makeup and began to blow dry her hair. She didn’t hear Jack yell a warning up the stairs again. He was taking her to meet some of his friends in town. She had heard all about them, and was excited to finally meet them. Suddenly, Jack was standing behind her and taking the blow dryer out of her hand.

“Jack, Honey, what are you doing?” Emma laughed. “I’ll never finish getting ready.”

Emma missed the serious expression on Jack’s face. He led her to the bedroom, and quickly sat on the bed, pulling her over his lap.

“Jack!” Emma’s hands flew to her bottom covering both cheeks. “What are you doing?”

Jack moved her hands and pinned them to her back, lifting her dress and lowering her panties. “I’m teaching you to obey me,” he answered.

“I am. I am, Jack,” she cried.

“Why aren’t you ready, Emma?” he asked as his hand rested on her bottom.

Emma hesitated and then answered, “I told you. I’m a girl, Jack, and I need longer to get ready,” she whined.

The sharp crack of his hand on her bottom made her cry out and struggle. “Jack! Please! My bottom is so sore still. Please!”

Jack continued to spank, hard, not listening to her crying or pleading.

“Emma, I have been warning you for over an hour now that we need to be on time at the restaurant. I don’t want to leave my friends waiting. Not only that, but I gave you 3 warnings to get out of bed this morning, and each time you told me you had plenty of time to get ready.”

Emma didn’t have an answer for that, not that she could have answered with the painful spanks he was laying across her bottom cheeks. Just like last night, the spanking went on far longer than Emma thought she could possible stand. Jack didn’t make her stand in the corner this time. He gathered her into his arms, and let her cry. Then he wiped the tears from her eyes, and laid her back on the bed and kissed her tenderly. Emma looked up into his eyes, and knew exactly what he had on his mind now.

“But, Jack?” she questioned. “I’ll never be ready in time now.”

Jack chuckled against her ear. “Change of plans, Baby. We are meeting them now for dinner instead of lunch.”

The End

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