Sharing an old fantasy I wrote many moons ago when I had first started writing erotica. A simple tale of a bratty woman who needs a spanking. Any and all constructive feedback is appreciated.
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Kat had been in a pissy mood the whole drive to the beach. At first, Derek thought it had been something he had done to upset her, but when her snide comments continued while they looked for a decent place to set up he realized she was just in one of those moods. She didn't get them often if she did he wouldn't still be with her, but when she did, she was insufferable.
Between the cloudy sky continuing to threaten to rain despite the forecast and the 20-minute walk from the parking lot, they were able to find a place where there weren't many people around. And that's when Kat announced she was going for a swim while he set up everything. She took off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing her new bikini. He had seen it when she bought it last week, the thin bows holding the bottom together made it a bit more daring than her usual wardrobe, but who was he to tell her how to dress? She threw her clothes at him and ran off. As Derek set up the chairs and the umbrella he decided enough was enough, and he was going to end this childish behaviour.
When Kat returned 15 minutes later Derek was sitting in his chair, reading his book. "I thought you were going to join me, what the hell?" she told him.
He looked up at her and his frustration turned to genuine anger. She was standing in front of him, her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail, which hung over the front of her shoulder. Water dripped down her ample chest, where the material of her white bikini not only hugged her curves tightly, it had become virtually transparent. Her dark red areola visible through the suit, her nipples still hard from the cold ocean water.
"Kat, do you think this is fair?" he asked angrily.
"What?" she acted confused.
"You whine the whole way up here, from how uncomfortable you are to how bad I was driving, then you leave me to do all the setup and now this!" he pointed to her bikini.
"Derek, relax." she dismissed him.
"Don't tell me to relax, you've been acting like a child all day. Practically asking for a spanking."
And with the word spanking, her mood shifted. She knew he was being deadly serious. He had spanked her before when she had acted selfishly. It wasn't something he did often, but he had done it more than once in the 10 months they had been dating. Each time, she later realized, she had deserved it.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I'll start acting appropriately," she promised him "I know I'm right, I don't need you to tell me, just like I don't need you to act so childish. Now get over my knee," he ordered her.
"Please no. Not here at least. I'll behave the rest of the day and you can still punish me when we get home." He considered her offer. It wasn't an unreasonable request. He had never spanked her in public before, and that was definitely crossing a bit of a line. But apparently one about to be crossed.
"If it was just a matter of you being disrespectful on the drive, I might have considered that option. But I think we both know your bathing suit is too much to ignore and you will be spanked. Here and now."
"Please, I swear I'll behave." she begged, looking around. They're weren't many people within sight, and no one really close, but there were people that would see what they were doing. Witnesses to a grown woman being spanked on her bottom. It was humiliating just thinking about it.
"Now," he ordered.
Kat resigned herself to her fate and nodded. She laid across his lap. The bikini bottoms were tight, and the round of her ass faced him, invitingly. She was in great shape, and her ass looked amazing.
"I don't want to do this, but we both know you need it" he told her.
"Yes, sir" she agreed. He swatted her left cheek. There was a loud, wet slap noise, and she cried out in sudden pain. It was harder than either of them expected. It seemed the wet material had increased both the noise and pain. He adjusted his strength, testing when swatted her right cheek. She yelped again from the sting, but not nearly so much.
"That's better." he told her. She said nothing as her left cheek began to turn red through the sheer material.
"I think ten more will do for your disrespectful attitude." he continued "Count them out and tell me you are sorry for being disrespectful."
Spank, he hit her left cheek.
"One. I am sorry I was disrespectful." she said dutifully.
Spank, he hit her right.
"Two. I am sorry I was disrespectful." she repeated, though he doubted she meant it. Yet.
Spank. Back to the left buttock.
"Uggh, Three, I am sorry I was disrespectful." her eyes began to water from the sting in her ass, but still her voice was almost emotionless.
Spank, hit swatted her right cheek again.
"Muuh" she groaned unconsciously "Four, I am sorry I was disrespectful."
SPANK, he increased the force of the blow causing her to involuntarily kick up her legs.
"Keep still." Her ordered her. "And keep counting".
"Ffff, five. I am sorry I was, I was disrespectful." she said through gritted teeth.
SPANK. Again he hit her ever reddening rear end. Again she let out a grunt.
A hundred yards away or so Kat could see a couple turn to look. They probably couldn't see details, but they had to be able to see enough to know she was getting spanked in public. She turned away, embarrassed.
"Do you want to start from the beginning?" Derek asked her.
"SIX." She blurted out, desperately hoping he wouldn't restart because she had gotten lost in thought. "I am so sorry I was disrespectful."
Derek smiled. He knew she was just trying to avoid the extra swats, but the "so sorry" was a nice touch. Not that it would stop him from continuing.
SPANK. That one wasn't any harder than the last one, but the stinging was starting to build and heat was burning her backside.
"Seven. I am sorry I was disrespectful," she responded quickly this time, but her vision was blurry from her watering eyes. Still, she held in any emotional response.
Spank. Derek had actually lessened the force of that blow, not wanting to actually hurt her, but she couldn't feel the difference. Her left cheek was bright red and the right not far behind. She was fighting off tears and she could only imagine what that couple, or anyone else witnessing this spectacle thought.
"Eight. I, am sorry, that I was, disrespectful," she said between slow, laboured breaths. It hurt, but she was desperate not to cry.
Derek shook his head. She was always like this when she was in the wrong. They had a good relationship, but occasionally she'd get stubborn and fight tooth and nail to not have to truly admit she had made a mistake. It wasn't attractive and it wasn't something he was going to put up with. And that's where they were now, she was holding back tears, because crying would be admitting defeat. Crying would be looking inward and seeing a flaw. Crying would be a moment of honesty, when that would hurt the most.
Spank. "Nuh, NINE. I am, so very sorry, that I was, disrespectful" Derek was impressed. She almost sounded sincere, and sincere meant she had learned a lesson, which was the point of this. But almost didn't cut it.
SPANK! It was the hardest one yet. She yelped in pain, one of those it-got-worse-before-it-got-better kinda pains. "T-tu-ten. I am sorry..." she took a deep breath. "...that I was disrespectful."
"I'm impressed. You took those like the mature adult I know you can be." Derek told her as he lovingly caressed her ass. He could feel the warmth radiating from her bottom through the wet material.
Her breathing was laboured, but already returning to normal.
"Thank you for making me realize I was being immature." she told him . "I, I think needed that."
"I'm glad you think so." he told her, as he hand continued to rub her glorious but deeply red ass. "because we're not done yet."
"But you said ten!" She protested.
"I said ten will do for your disrespectful attitude." he informed her. "But we still need to deal with the matter of your bikini."
"My bikini?"
"Yes. Did you know it would become transparent when wet, when you bought it?" he asked.
She hesitated. Trying to determine how big a risk lying would be. She decided against it. Whatever the punishment, lying would only make it worse.
"Yes, I knew" She whispered.
"Well, if you want to show off your body to strangers, I can't stop you." he said. "But if I had to hazard a guess, this wasn't about you feeling pretty or sexy or anything was it? This was an attempt to make me get jealous, wasn't it?"
He was right and she knew it. It was immature and petty, but that was exactly what she was thinking when she bought it. Slowly, hesitantly, she nodded.
"I'm sorry what was that?" he asked.
"Yes, I was...I was hoping some guys would see me and react, and you... you'd act jealous." she admitted. "That is not respectful to me at all. Playing games instead of being part of an adult relationship" he said. "Have I ever treated you that way?" he said.
"No sir" she replied.
