"This time, I won't let you down," he said softly.
Amy looked into Eric's deep gentle blue eyes and wondered what the hell he was talking about. The presentation was done, they'd shared a nice dinner, and after the meeting tomorrow, they'd agreed to spend some quality time relaxing together.
"Stop right there," she said with a trying-to-be-nice tone to her voice. "I'm way too tired for a serious conversation right now."
Still holding her hand, Eric led her up the stairs to their bedroom. This had always been her place of refuge. A place of warmth and safety.
Once in the room, Amy pulled toward the closet to get ready for bed, but Eric held on and brought her closer to him. She tried to wrestle free but his grip tightened.
"What are you doing?!" she asked sharply.
"I'm going to reinforce the need for you to have a balanced life," he answered.
Still confused, Amy tried to pull away once more.
"Seriously?! Come on Eric," she whined. "I just want to get some sleep."
Eric shook his head and a bolt of anger shot through her.
"I told you, I don't have time for this!" she yelled.
Eric's firm grip reminded Amy that this wasn't negotiable.
"Now what?" She defiantly asked.
Calmly, Eric took Amy's hand and led her over to the window side of the bed. With his hand on her shoulder, he stood her next to the bed and had her bend at the waist with her torso lying on the mattress.
"What are you doing?" She snapped!
Eric kept a firm hand on her back and softly said, "It is time to reinforce the desired behavior."
The thoughts in her head began to spiral. There was no time for this. The EPA meeting was tomorrow, laundry was not done. Wait, did that last email get sent? Damn it!
Eric's hand firmly on her back was comforting but… What the hell? No time for this. Tired. Gosh it felt good to lie down. Wait, what the hell is he doing? Need sleep. Is this some new sex thing he wants to try? Not tonight. Did he not see the list of things I have to get done?!
At one point in their relationship, Amy had mentioned that she had read about domestic discipline and how that might be something that would work for her. He agreed, but knowing about her past wanted to make sure it would help and not hurt her. He had educated himself on the concept by researching on the Internet. After reading blogs and forums on the pros and cons, he felt that it would enhance their relationship. It wasn't something he took lightly or jumped into quickly, but now seemed to be the opportune time to try it out.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Amy noticed a black leather paddle. It had three red hearts on it and seemed like a fun toy when she had bought it. A leather paddle to be spanked with, but three hearts to show it was being done with love and not in anger.
"Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" she asked in a reserved voice.
"Yes," he replied. "It's time for you to get some relief."
Amy swallowed hard and the barrage of thoughts cycling through her mind came to a screeching halt. Her face went hot, blushing at the embarrassment of her position. They had talked about this many times, but Eric had never actually done it and somehow she had imagined it would be more planned, discussed, mulled over. Her breathing quickened in time with her increasing heart rate and she turned into the comforter to hide her face.
The fading sunlight came through the window blind and landed right on her butt. Eric took a minute to admire how nice her ass looked in those shorts. She had been going to the gym on a regular basis and it showed!
(Haha. Side note here because I had to laugh. Eric, obviously a male brain, is writing about his idea of my first spanking but pauses to take time out to comment about how my ass looks. LOL. Thank you, darling. I'm glad you like it and I appreciate the reinforcement to keep going to the gym.)
Eric took his time, gently rubbing her bottom and making her feel comfortable and relaxed. There was no anger, no sense of frustration or force coming from him. She swallowed again, suddenly feeling like all the stress of the past two weeks was bubbling up to the surface.
Eric rubbed her butt for a bit just to warm it up and get her to relax. She saw him reach for the paddle and braced herself for the swat. Whack! The sound echoed as he drew the paddle down on her left cheek. She felt a momentary sting and then realized it didn't hurt as much as she had anticipated. Before she could have another thought, the paddle came down sharply on her right cheek and she felt that sting again.
Amy smiled into the blankets. She'd always wondered what a spanking would feel like but this was almost funny. The sound, impressive. The sting, nothing more memorable than a fly buzzing by on a lazy afternoon. She relaxed, waiting for him to be done.
Eric swatted each cheek one more time and then without Amy being aware of what was occurring, he quickly pulled her yoga shorts down to her thighs to expose her bare butt.
"I don't think you are feeling the sting through your shorts," he quietly said.
Eric drew the paddle down quickly on each cheek in rapid succession. The swats were intense and as she focused on the pain everything else seemed to drift away. The redness on her butt attested that the paddle had found the right spot.
Amy's body jolted as the leather paddle seared her flesh and a sea of sweat broke out along the center of her back. Eric didn't pause, didn't afford her a moment to catch her breath, and each strike reignited a clear message in her head.
"You are okay. You don't have to do it all on your own. You are not alone. You are loved. Let go."
That fine line between pain and pleasure blurred as each swat sharply caught her attention, while somehow allowing her mind to untangle, becoming still and quiet
"We are almost done," Eric whispered into Amy's ear as he pulled her upright. He led her to the corner where he commanded her to stand silently. Amy tried to pull her shorts up, but Eric told her to leave them where they were. She stood silently in the corner feeling less stressed and relieved.
"Eric did love her," she thought. "He knew exactly what was needed to get her to refocus."
Standing in the corner, Amy felt an overwhelming sense of sleepiness overcome her and she was grateful for the simplicity of plain white walls. Her bottom stung wildly but it was settling at the same time. Her mind relaxed and rested in a simpler space.
Eric pulled Amy's arms around his neck and reached under her knees to lift her. He turned and slowly laid her on the bed. Slipping off her T-shirt and shorts, he tucked her in and told her how much he loved her. A warm feeling of contentment came across her as she drifted off to sleep
Amy felt light as a feather with Eric holding her in his strong arms. Her body melted into his grasp as her head lay against his chest and he carried her to the bed. She easily drifted off to sleep, his body a shadow of hers in the sheets.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Eric said softly, waking Amy the next morning. "How about skipping that presentation and going for a hike with me? It's a beautiful day."
"Absolutely," Amy replied!
Sliding out of bed, Amy saw her shirt and shorts lying on the floor and a smile came across her face as she remembered the events from last night.
"Eric was perfect for her," she thought. "He totally gets me."
We wrote this over two years ago before we had ever actually tried a spanking. It was fun, passing the notepad back and forth, reading what the other had written, and then adding our own bit to the story. Ultimately, we each learned what the other was imagining and it got us further down the road. Hope you all enjoyed our fantasy. Have a wonderful weekend!