She was sleeping soundly in their comfortable bed. Ahh, this was the life. No work today. She'd be able to sleep in all day. Then she felt someone poking her in the side. She waved her hand at the merciless poker but he didn't stop. He bent over and kissed her cheek. At this, she opened one eye and grumbled. "Why are you waking me up?" He smiled sweetly and she knew, she just knew not to trust that wicked smile.
"Well, dearest, you need a spanking and I have to go to work. So, being the considerate sort, I thought we could just take care of that right now."
"Let's do it AFTER work!" Then she turned over and sent mental thoughts like, "Go away, go away." It wasn't working though. She could feel him standing there staring at her. With a huff she turned back toward him. He had his pocket knife in his hand now and it was opened. Startled she caught her breath. "You're not going to cut me, are you?"
He reached out and touched her cheek. She looked so delicious like this, all sleepy eyed, hair mussed up, no make-up, and now he could see her chest heaving with nervousness. "No, baby. This is so you'll have an easier time cutting your switch." He waited, knowing what was coming next. He counted in his head.
"What! What do you mean go cut a switch?" She frowned at him in dismay.
Yep, just like he knew she would. He smiled even bigger. "Now, now. Just think how wonderful it's going to feel to have your lovely ass stingy all over and your pussy dripping wet."
She huffed some more and muttered and then, throwing the covers back, begrudgingly got up. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and some shorts and she moved her feet along the floor to find her slippers. "Fine, that's just fine," she finally retorted. She grabbed the knife out of his hands and stumbling to the door went outside. He opened the drapes so he could watch her. Again, he could predict exactly what she was going to do.
She smiled to herself. Ha, she'd show him. Walking over to the nearby birch tree she chose a tiny, twig and hacked it off. She giggled to herself. He hadn't said what size to get, after all! She looked back at the apartment and saw him staring out the window at her. She waved and decided to really take her time. It wasn't cold out. The day promised to be nice and summery. She did a few stretches and toe touches knowing he was getting a good view. Finally, she ambled back.
After shutting the door and the curtains (she didn't want an audience) she presented the twig to him. He just watched her the whole time with that knowing look he often got. "Thank you, missy," he said and he waved the little twig around. "Somehow I don't think this will work."
She looked very gleeful and she giggled happily. In her mind she was thinking, "I won, I won, I won." He sat down on the bed and beckoned to her. "I guess I'll just have to use my hand," he said. This made her really happy. She loved getting a hand spanking. She draped herself over his lap and pushed her bottom up eagerly. She could feel his fingers edging down her shorts. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The shorts fell to the floor in a crumpled pile. He patted her bottom and she wiggled it temptingly.
He began slowly, letting the tempo build. With each smack he could feel her ass growing hotter and hotter. A bright pink color shaded each cheek. She was lifting her ass lasciviously every time he brought down his hand and he could feel her pussy grinding into his hard cock. No matter how many times he spanked her like this, he'd never get tired of this whole process. She was making breathy little moans. His hand fell all over her cheeks and then down the tops of her thighs. Now her ass was bright red like a sunburn. "Mmmm."
He let his hands cup her cheeks and pet them softly. Then taking his fingers he rubbed her wet pussy lips. She moaned appreciatively. He slid two fingers deep inside and pumped them in and out. She was getting really excited now and wiggling from side to side trying desperately to get more of his fingers. Smirking to himself he slid his fingers out. She started to whine with the absence of his fingers. "Now, missy, we have some unfinished business."
Her head snapped up and she turned to look at him. With wide eyes she asked, "What do you mean?"
In a soft growl he replied, "I mean you're getting a switching."
"Oh, I thought...," she trailed off, gazing at him and understanding the gig was up. He nudge her off his lap so she was at his feet in a sort of half crouch, half kneel. Taking out his pocket knife he opened it and handed it to her again.
"This time you have a time limit, missy. You have one minute in which to get a long, thick, switch, which I am going to use on you." He saw her shiver at his words. Then she started reaching for her shorts. "No, you won't be needing those," he hissed. He saw the shock register on her face. "And your time begins...now!" he called out.
This time she flew out the door. Her bright, red, ass cheeks peeking in and out of the fabric of the t-shirt. He opened up the curtains again and hummed happily to himself. She was moving really fast and this time she had picked out the perfect birch switch. She might have made it too, if she hadn't gotten waylaid. Just as she was turning to make a run back for the apartment, Mrs. McMurty from next door came ambling out of her apartment. She was a harmless, little busybody.
He chuckled to himself as he watched the ensuing meeting. There was his missy with a bright red face and her t-shirt not really covering her spanked bare bottom holding the switch and just knowing that time was ticking away. He couldn't hear what was being said but he guessed Mrs. McMurty was full of questions about what was going on. His missy looked like she was about to burst into tears but then she finally was making her getaway. She was walking really fast and didn't see the stump which she tripped over and dropped the switch. Mrs. McMurty was still staring after and as missy bent over to pick up the switch her spanked bare bottom presented quite a picture.
