Shannon Blake couldn't help it. She simply had to talk herself into trouble. This had been a problem for her growing up at home, at school and later on, wherever she worked. She seemed to crave confrontation and constantly found herself arguing with others over the smallest of issues.
Of course, this was before she met Erik Powell.
The two had been dating less than a month when Shannon managed to instigate a loud argument in the middle of a film they were watching. Aggravated by Shannon's behavior and embarrassed at being part of a public spectacle, Erik took his date by the arm, lead her out of the movie theater and into the parking lot where he proceeded to tell her what an intolerable pain in the ass she was being. Then, as if to illustrate his point, he put his foot onto the rear fender of his car, pulled Shannon across his uplifted leg and slapped her bottom. She began to yell something at him but before she could catch her breath he smacked her ass again and was soon spanking her quite soundly. Shannon's flimsy skirt and silk panties offered little protection against the onslaught of Erik's powerful hand as it came down again and again, each time delivering a stinging handful of heat to the young woman's aching backside. Erik gave Shannon's bottom one last wallop before letting her down. Once her feet were back on the ground, Shannon could to do little but try to regain her composure as Erik unlocked his door got into the driver's seat. He started the engine and waited for her to get in, which she eventually did.
It was uncomfortably quiet inside Erik's car as he drove Shannon home.
"I understand if you don't want to see me again." he said after seven minutes on the road.
Shannon didn't respond. She just stared out the window watching trees and houses pass in and out of view. She was stunned, not by the spanking she'd just received, but by the fact that she wasn't the least bit angry or upset about it. She felt oddly at peace. It was strange because, even if she was in the right, she never felt pleased or vindicated after a dispute, only frustrated and empty. This felt entirely different. It was like tasting some exotic flavor for the first time. And she wanted more.
By the time they arrived at Shannon's apartment building, Erik had taken his date's silence to mean that their brief courtship was at an end. So he was more than a little surprised when she invited him in.
"I'm sorry we missed the end of the movie." Shannon said from the kitchen as Erik made himself comfortable on the couch. She entered the living room with a drink in each hand. "I don't know what came over me." She handed Erik a glass as she sat down next to him. They sipped their drinks and smiled politely at each other. After a painfully long minute, Shannon spoke up again. "So, do you spank all the women you date?"
"Well," Erik began with a laugh. "I'm not sure a gentleman should answer a question like that. Do you call every man you date a jerk?"
"Didn't call you a jerk." Shannon countered. "I said you were acting like one."
Erik began to answer but then thought better of it.
"I really don't want to argue anymore tonight." he said calmly, then took a sip from his glass.
"Of course not! You know I'm right!"
"Look!" Erik said, putting his glass on the coffee table. "Are you spoiling for another trip across my knee?!"
Shannon paused, then gulped down the remainder of her drink before placing the glass on the table next to his.
"Not 'spoiling' exactly." she said. "I think maybe 'intrigued' would be a better word."
As she spoke, she leaned forward to meet Erik's waiting lips. They kissed, softly at first, then deeply with passion. Erik was a bit disappointed when Shannon suddenly broke from the kiss and pushed herself from him. But he understood her motives when she kicked off her pumps and slowly crawled across his lap, offering to him her firm, round bottom. Without a word, Erik placed his left hand on the small of Shannon's back while his right began to roam slowly across her ass cheeks. She sighed heavily as he gave her left buttock a gentle squeeze and grunted slightly when he gave her right a mild smack. Shannon pressed herself against Erik's leg as he continued to give her sore ass a deep, soothing massage interrupted by an occasional slap to one cheek or the other.
Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness lifted the hem of her skirt exposing her beautiful panty-clad bottom. Once again, he began alternately caressing and swatting Shannon's cheeks while she continued to moan. As the rubbing got deeper, the swats came faster, each a little harder than the last. Erik was soon spanking Shannon with strong, full-armed strokes. Her feet left the floor as a particularly sharp slap landed across her reddening fanny. Noticing this, Erik massaged the area where his hand print appeared on her right cheek. He then pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees and continued to rub the tender area. A minute later, he was back to soundly slapping her ass.
Shannon was wincing with every swat and yet she couldn't keep but from grinning as she felt herself becoming hot all over- not just her ass, but her face and her body. An intoxicating warmth spread from the tops of her ears to the tips of her toes. She'd gone from moist to drenched when Erik slid her panties down and now that he was spanking her bare bottom she was delirious with the mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation. The swats were coming down hard and fast now. Shannon began to kick and cry out. Her cheeks were ablaze and felt as if they were throbbing two beats faster than her heart. As the spanking reached a fevered pitch, Shannon managed to say one coherent word:
"Please!"
Erik recognized the sound in her voice and knew immediately that this was not just a request for him to stop spanking her, but a demand for him to start doing something else. He delivered two more swats, one to each cheek and quickly began to massage them once again. He kneaded her burning buttocks, squeezing and patting them as well. As he did this, he occasionally let his fingers wander between her thighs to explore her wetness. It didn't take long for him to realize that she was ready. Erik gathered Shannon's limp, quivering body into his arms rolling her over as he lifted her. She looked up at him through her weepy eyes as he carried her to the bedroom. There was no anger on his face, no contempt or superiority. It was clear that he had simply given her something of which she had been in dire need- a loving, attentive hand.
The next morning, the two had a long discussion over breakfast. They decided that Shannon could benefit from a lifestyle that included spankings in response to her verbal outbursts. They agreed on a simple set of rules then shook hands and kissed to seal the deal.
During the months that followed, they stuck to their plan. Every time Shannon lost her temper and flew off the handle, she was soon punished with an old-fashioned tanning session across Erik's lap. If she used particularly poor judgment in her choice of words while quarreling, she would also spend ten or fifteen minutes standing in a corner with her freshly painted back porch on display.
Erik even managed to slip the details of this arrangement into their wedding vows. At the altar, after audibly promising to love and cherish her, Erik leaned in and whispered a few private words into the ear of his bride.
"I also vow to take this little spitfire across my knee and spank her bare bottom bright red whenever she needs it."
Shannon blushed at the thought of someone overhearing this and when she saw the giddy smile on the minister's face as he asked for the rings her face turned the shade of raspberry sherbet. One year later, to the day, found Shannon in her kitchen preparing a first anniversary dinner for her husband. She'd left work three hours early in order to surprise him when he came home. The food, all his favorite dishes, came out perfectly and was on the table at 6:00- the time Erik normally walked through their front door. By 6:15 the food had cooled and Erik wasn't home yet, so Shannon put the meat and vegetable dishes in the oven. She left a concerned message on Erik's voice mail at 6:30 and two angry ones at 6:45 and 7:00. At 7:15, Erik finally arrived home to find his wife staring coldly at him from her chair at the dinner table.
"Happy anniversary!" she began sarcastically.
Erik stood silently in the doorway while Shannon flew into a tirade. She went into great detail about her efforts to make this evening special and how upset she was that he didn't even bother to call and tell her he'd be late. She declared that Erik didn't really love her, that he only cared about himself and that she had no idea why they were together. She peppered these statements with an abundance of cruel insults and extremely fowl language. She was about to grab the carefully prepared table and flip it over in her rage when she noticed a band-aid on her hubby's forehead. "What the hell is that?" she said, her voice softening as she approached him.
"Just a bump." he told her. "I got car-jacked this afternoon." Erik walked with Shannon to the dinner table and sat down as he calmly explained that a young man had assaulted him in the office parking lot. He said that he'd handed his keys over as ordered, then the man bashed him on the head with the butt of a pistol and drove off. "I spent the next two hours at the police station filing a report. I took a cab home."
"But why didn't you call?" Shannon asked.
"My cell phone was in the car." Erik said. "I guess I could have called from the station, but I didn't want to worry you. Besides, I didn't know you'd be home early tonight."
"Oh, honey!" Shannon kissed his bruised head. "You must be starving! Let me put dinner back on the table." she said, walking into the kitchen.
"Dinner can wait!" Erik stated in a manner that stopped Shannon in her tracks.
She turned around to see Erik's angry stare.
"I just talked myself into a spanking, didn't I?"
"Don't underestimate yourself!" Erik replied with a slight smirk. "You not only talked yourself into a spanking, you talked your panties all the way down to your ankles! Now get in the living room! And bring the chair with you!"
