Spanking Storybook

Emma’s eyes got wide as she looked into his very serious face. How could she ever have wondered if this man would be dominant enough for her? This was so different from talking on the phone. Already her stomach hurt and her legs were shaking. Jack’s hands were caressing her back and her bottom.

“This is something you need, Emma. We’ve discussed this many times. You want this, a man who loves you enough to discipline and correct you. Isn’t that right, Baby?” he asked. Emma nodded her head, and then turned her face against his chest. “No,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me while I’m talking to you, girl.” Emma looked at him, saw his blues eyes and how determined he was to follow this through. He was giving her a fantasy she had dreamed about for so long, and yet right now, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

Jack tucked her hair behind her ear, smiled at her, and ran his finger softly over her cheek. “I know, Baby.” Emma’s body shivered in his arms. “Talk to me, Emma,” he said as he pressed her against him letting his body warm her. Emma was quiet, and Jack waited.

Emma finally spoke. “I know it is going to hurt, and what if it isn’t like my fantasy, Jack?” Jack chuckled, and watched her frown.

“I’m serious,” she said.

“I know you are,” he said as he changed to a more serious tone, “Of course it’s going to hurt, and it isn’t going to be just like your fantasy, Baby.” Emma looked surprised.

“This is real, between the two of us, Emma. It will be what we make it, not a fantasy. Do you understand?” he asked.

Emma thought for a moment and then nodded her head. He looked into her eyes not settling for her response. “Do you understand, Emma?” he asked again. “Yes, Sir,” she answered.

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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I know the obvious answer here is a spanking. Yet, there are spanking stories online that are still on my list of favorites years later. I started to wonder if there are any common ingredients that make up a terrific spanking story, one you go back to read again and again. Here are a few of my ideas.

• Characters : My favorite stories have characters I can care about. I also love when an author either revisits her characters from another story, or has them as secondary characters in a new story. It’s like meeting old friends.
• Plot: The stronger the plot, the better the story. I’m all for a short and to the point story, but a great spanking story has intrigue and pulls you from chapter to chapter.
• Spanking: Yes this should probably be first. The spanking scene needs to be well written, not just a bunch of “SPANK!” and “OWW!”’s. It helps to know what a spanking really feels like, but it’s not always necessary. A good author can paint the scene and connect you with her fantasies too.
• Uniqueness: Again, this isn’t mandatory, but it adds to a memorable spanking story. Is the setting unique? Is the plot unusual? Are the characters not your typical spanking couple?

Those are just a few of my thoughts, and things I will consider when reviewing a spanking story. I’d love to hear what you think. What makes a great spanking story on your keeper list?