Grounded-Fiction-M/f spanking

This story is a piece of fiction and one of the few I have written that really does not have me in it. Usually the main character has parts of my behavior. But Carol is truly fictional and a really bad girl, lol. Hope you enjoy it. The illustration is by Invidia whose blog, Collar Purple, is one of my favorites. Her poser pictures are great!

Grounded

Carol was a lovely 19 year old blonde with a beautiful face and body and the attitude of a 12 year old brat. She was the youngest of her brothers and sisters and had gotten quite used to getting her own way and doing whatever she wanted.

Still living at home with her parents was a major pain in her butt, at the moment though she had no choice. She was going to school, working part time, and just didn't have the money for her own place. Its not that her parents were bossy or mean to her in any way, she just didn't like having to follow their rules. For example she was not allowed to have parties where alcohol was served. Totally blinding her mind to the fact that the drinking age was 21 she constantly fumed at how unreasonable her parents were.

This weekend her mom and dad were going out of town on a getaway trip that they had been looking forward to for quite awhile. Carol had been looking forward to it as well. She had big plans, one of which included a killer party that no one would ever forget. Unfortunately her parents were one step ahead of her.

Thursday evening her father stopped in the doorway of her room. She was laying in bed reading. "Carol sweetie I need to talk to you a minute."

She looked up smiling, "Sure Dad what is it. Boy I am really going to miss you and Mom this weekend. But I promise the house will still be standing when you get back," she laughed.

"Yes well that is what I want to talk to you about. Mom and I have decided it is best if you stay with Jen and Andrew. We will both feel more comfortable knowing you are not alone while we are gone."

Carol could feel the steam rising inside her. Jen was her older sister by five years and Andrew was her husband. Although they were fairly young, 24 and 30 they lived a pretty straight lifestyle, at least in Carol's opinion. Her sister was a nurse and Andrew worked at a computer company. They never went out to the bars, didn't smoke, she was reasonably sure they did nothing but sit at home and stare at walls. Damned if she was doing that for the weekend.

"But Dad, I am 19, I can take care of myself," her voice took on the whiny pleading tone that usually worked with her Dad. No such luck this time. He loved Carol and her true zest for living but he also knew she was immature at times and made some really foolish and somewhat dangerous decisions.

He held up his hand, "Carol this is not negotiable, you are staying at your sisters or your Mom and I will have to cancel the trip.

Carol groaned, what a guilt trip. She couldn't stand the thought of her parents cancelling their trip. She would just have to figure out a way of getting around her sister and brother in law while she was at their house. "Fine Dad," she agreed in her grumpiest brat voice.

He Dad kissed the top of her head, "Its only because we love and care about you honey."

She sighed dramatically and her Dad chuckled as he left the room.

The next day Carol packed a bag for the weekend and waited downstairs for Jen and Andrew. Her mom and dad were getting all there things together and laughing and joking with each other like a couple of kids. Carol rolled her eyes, Parents! How weird.

Jen and Andrew got there just as her parents were getting ready to leave for the airport. After much hugging, kissing and having a good time comments her parents were ready to go. Her father turned to her, gave her a big hug and said, "Behave yourself" with a chuckle.

Andrew and Jen looked at each other and smiled. Oh Carol was going to behave, no doubt about it. After their parents left, Andrew took Carol's bag out to the car and Jen hugged her. "It will be fun having you at my house sis," Jen said warmly. Carol could not help but smile, she and Jen had always been close.

"But Carol there are rules at our house just like here that you will have to follow. We'll talk about that when we get to the house. Both Andrew and I take the responsibility for your safety very seriously."

Carol rolled her eyes, "For God's sake Jen, I am 19. I can take care of myself."

"Not this weekend, this weekend we have the job of making sure you don't do anything stupid and we are going to be sure my little sis is safe. C’mon or Andrew will think we are plotting against him in here." Jen laughed and the girls went out to the car.

Jen got in front and Carol in back. Andrew looked in back, "Carol please put on your seat belt." Carol bit back a remark and fastened her belt. "Thanks", said Andrew. "Ok ladies home we go."

It was a short drive to Jen's house and Andrew took Carol's bag up to the extra bedroom. When he came downstairs he asked Carol to come into the living room.
He sat down on the recliner and Jen patted the space on the couch next to her. Carol sat down and eyed them both suspiciously.

Andrew cleared his throat, "Carol I am really happy to have you here this weekend and you know Jen is too. We want you to enjoy yourself but there are certain rules you are going to have to follow. Your mom and dad left us in charge of your safety and I take that very seriously. So it’s pretty basic, if you are going out we need to know where you are going and when you plan to be back. Your friends are your friends and that is fine but you are not to go to any bars and most certainly you are not allowed to drink."

Carol slumped back on the couch, her arms crossed and a pout on her face. Oh great this was as bad as being at home.

"And last of all Carol I want you home each night by one am. If for some reason you are going to be late you will call. Is all that clear?" His voice was firm but kind.

When Carol didn't answer Jen put her arm on hers, "Carol we just want to look out for you as mom and dad would. No one is trying to stop you from going and doing what you want with your friends as long as you aren't breaking any laws, like drinking."

Carol stood up and stared at both of them, "Well let me tell you both what I think. I think your rules stink. Neither of you are my mother or my father and I will do what I damn well please. And as for a curfew, I will come home when I want and if I want. This is ridiculous. I am not some little twelve year old, I am over eighteen."

Andrew calmly stood up, Jen looked at him and then back at Carol. Carol had no idea of what Andrew thought was appropriate discipline for disobedience. But Andrew remained calm,”Is that your final word Carol? You refuse to follow our rules?"

Carol nodded triumphantly, sure that she had won. After all they could not make her follow their dumb rules. "Very well then Carol here is my final word. You are grounded for this entire weekend. You will not go anywhere unless it is with Jen and me. You will stay at the house. Watch TV, movies, listen to music, whatever but I obviously cannot trust you." Andrew folded his arms and watched Carol's eyes open wide and amazed, which soon turned to an angry glare.

"You can't do that, I won't let you. And just how do you think you are going to stop me from doing anything I please."

Andrew sighed quietly, "Carol it is so obvious that you have gotten away with this all your life. Now you are right about one thing. I am not going to lock you in a room or tie you to a chair. But my dear if you leave this house with out us I do promise you will be one very sorry young lady." He left the room and went into the den.

Carol looked at Jen in amazement, "Are you going to let him treat me this way, I am your sister. Aren't you going to stick up for me?"

Jen shook her head, her expression serious, "No Carol, he was being reasonable, and you lost your temper as you always do when you don't get your own way. Now you have to deal with it. But Carol, don't try his patience you won't like the results."

Turning her back on her sister, Carol stomped up the stairs to her room. No way was she going to put up with this. Just exactly who did Andrew think he was anyway? She threw herself down on the bed in frustration.

There was a knock at the door. Jen opened it quietly. "Hey Carol Andrew and I thought we would walk through the park and have dinner at the restaurant on the other side. You up for it?"

Carol knew in her heart her sister was trying to make the grounding seem less constrictive but she wasn't giving an inch. She wouldn't even look at her. "No thanks just leave me alone." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.

Jen sighed and left the room. In a few minutes Andrew knocked at the door and opened it an inch. "Carol, Jen tells me you don't wish to join us. That's fine, it’s your choice. But then you are to stay in this house until we return. Is that clear". When there was no answer he repeated in a much firmer voice, "Is that clear young lady."

"Yes FINE, just leave me alone. I hate you both."

Andrew shook his head, God she was an immature brat for nineteen years old. He went downstairs and told Jen that Carol was still sulking. The two of them left for the park leaving Carol to stew by herself.

However as soon as she heard the door shut Carol was off the bed in a minute, she dialed her friend Robyn's number, explained that she was at her sister's house for the weekend. Robyn was very enthused about Carol's idea that they go out for dinner and then maybe hit a few bars. Carol agreed to walk over to Robyn's and they could take Robyn's car from there.

Grinning from ear to ear, Carol changed into her new shiny blue jeans. They were sexy as hell and she couldn't wait to show them off. What a stupid move for Jen and Andrew to leave her alone. Did they really think she would sit alone all evening? And what else could they do to her? She was already grounded. The thought made her laugh out loud. She grabbed her purse, and realized she had no key to the house. Shrugging she figured, well too bad it’s their fault they left me cooped up.

It was still bright and sunny out as she started across the park to Robyn's house. She figured by now Jen and Andrew would be well out of range on their way to the restaurant. What she didn't know was that Jen had forgotten her medication and they were on their way back to get it. Carol was half way to Robyn's house when she heard her sister's voice, "Carol? What are you doing?"

Carol whirled around and there were Jen and Andrew looking none to pleased. "Carol were you trying to catch up with us, did you change your mind?" asked Andrew. Carol breathed a sigh of relief, a way out.

No such luck.

Jen suddenly looked very angry as she realized which direction Carol was headed. "No Andrew, she was on her way to Robyn's house, weren't you Carol? And after you were specifically told not to leave the house on your own. And you left our house unlocked too"

Carol stared at her sister in angry disbelief, "YOU Bitch, how dare you rat on me, my own sister." Her loud strident voice could be heard echoing in the park. Jen gasped in disbelief, she couldn't believe Carol had called her such an awful name. But if Jen was disbelieving Andrew was fed up.

"That's it, I have had it. I am not playing this game all weekend with you. And how dare you speak to your sister that way. I put up with your refusal to follow the rules, you pouting, your childish behavior. It’s about time you learned a lesson Carol."

He grabbed Carol's hand, sat on a nearby bench, and pulled his sister in law over his knee. One hand pulled down her new blue jeans and her panties quickly followed suit. Carol was in shock, he was going to spank her. No one had ever spanked her. And out here in the park, in broad daylight. Suddenly panic overwhelmed her. "Jen help me" she pleaded. But there was no sympathy on her sister's face. Calling her a bitch had been pretty ill advised.

With the first smack of Andrew's hard hand Carol yelped. "Noooo you can't do this to me."

"Want to bet", was the only reply she got. His hand spanked hard on her bare bottom. Carol's legs kicked and she howled. Andrew and Jen both watched as her white bottom quickly turned pink then red. Tears started to fall down her face.

Andrew stopped. "Now Carol would you repeat what I expect you to do for the rest of this weekend."

Carol sobbed in both embarrassment and shame, she just wanted to get off his lap and get her pants back up before anyone else saw them. "Alright alright I am grounded; I won't leave the house without you. Please let me up. I promise I won’t do it again."

Andrew pulled up her panties and let her up to tend to her jeans on her own. Both he and Jen glared at her. Carol looked down at the ground, she truly felt the worst about calling her sister names. She softly spoke an apology to Jen.

Andrew shook his head. He had no idea when he said yes to this that his weekend would be such a challenge. But he was up to it. As far as he was concerned bad girls of any age got spanked, and spanked hard. Carol rubbed her backside gingerly. The three of them started down the path to the house. They walked silently except for the occasional sniffle from Carol.

Andrew and Jen looked at each other knowingly. Carol was only sorry she had gotten caught, they were going to have to watch her every move. Andrew was also pretty sure his sister in law would push it again and earn another trip over his lap before the weekend was over. But he made a note to himself that after this weekend he was going to have a long talk with Carol's dad. It was about time he took her in hand. After all Andrew had had to tame Jen when he married her and it just wasn't fair to have to take Carol in hand too.

No the brat had to be tamed and Dad was going to have to lend a hand. A good hard one.

Ya' Gotta' Love Purple

The absolutely lovely paddle on this post is my purpleheart wood paddle. That is the actual color of the wood. Now you may have noticed from this blog that I am passionate about purple. That was my original motivation for buying this paddle. Actually it was the first implement I ever owned. I bought it on eBay for a ridiculously small price, as handmade wooden paddles go.

It is also thin(1/4") for two reasons. One, I like sting much better than thud and secondly I have to be careful with my body since I am diabetic and heavy paddles can cause the type of bruising that takes forever to heal.

I don' tknow if you can tell from the picture but it is highly varnished, very shiny, and very stingy. The nice thing is it is perfect for good girl, Just Because, and erotic spanking but it is also excellent for discipline. Depends on how it is used and with what intensity.

When it arrived in the mail I was an extremely happy camper especially since it definitely has a purple cast to it. Unfortunately there was no one around at the time to give it a test run on my backside. I, of course, tried it out a bit on myself but its just not the same thing. Now, since then it has been used many times for many reasons. Some people think I am crazy for loving a wooden implement but I do. It was my first and it is my favorite. Even when I am being seriously punished I know later on I will so love the sting and tingle.

Just BecauseI

I wrote this poem because I wanted to express my feeling that every spanking does not have to be about disicpline. This one most certainly is not. It is also a celebration of the wonderful connection between two people of like minds and spirits. Just Because spankings are, I feel, central to my spanking relationship. Neither he or I want to always wait until one of us does something wrong. Nor should wrong behavior be a forced choice simply because one of us feels that need.

Just Because

I light purple candles
All around the room
Their sensual light flickers and glows
Warming and quickly dispelling the gloom

Its so easy to see the shine in your eyes
As you take in the sight of my white satin gown
Knowing underneath are panties of lace
That you will slowly be pulling down.

You hold out your hand reaching to me
I place my hand trembling at your touch
You draw me gently over your knee
This is the moment I long for so much

Now my hair is pushed away from my neck
As you lean over to give me a kiss
My breath draws in quickly as white satin slides up
I don't want to lose a second of this

Now your hands are slowly caressing
Covering each inch of the lace
You reach for my panties, they slowly are pulled
Now I gasp as I feel them move out of place

Exposed to your gaze
My bottom is bare
Butterflies fill my stomach with fluttering joy
And soon I will feel a sting burning there

Your one hand holds me tight around my waist
The other lifts up, I know what will occur
Hear the crack, feel the sting, of your hand coming down
And now you can hear I'm starting to purr

Your hand moves so quickly
The seduction of pain
Affects me completely
As the spanks fall like rain

You tell me how lovely
The red glow makes my skin
I live for these moments
This pleasure can't be a sin

The sting builds up quickly
Your hand picks up the pace
Equal smacks to each side
Covering each empty space

All too soon it is over
But I love the next part
As you kiss and caress me
Soothing the fire you helped start.

A Previous Spanking for my Downfall...Chocolate

Well this weekend I finally paid the price for eating an entire box of chocolate cookies in one evening.I spent the weekend with someone I have been IMing and talking on the phone to for quite awhile. He arived on Friday and we hugged and talked for quite awhile. Then came a lovely get acquainted spanking.Over his knee I went, up went my skirt, down came my pantyhose and I felt his hand on my bottom, for quite awhile. I did receive thirty very hard spanks for staying up too late the night before but they were more of a reminder.After my bottom was glowing and tingling we watched a movie as dinner cooked. I almost forgot what was coming after dinner. After dinner was over I was complimented on my cooking which always makes me feel good since it is a true hobby of mine. I think its genetic, I am Jewish and I just need to feed people. In any case we sat and talked, relaxing and continuing to get to know one another. Then he asked what I had almost forgotten about. Was I ready to be punished? I agreed that I was. He began by hugging me and asking me if I knew why I was being punished. Of course I knew. I had eaten an entire box of chocolate cookies in one evening.As he lectured me my eyes got teary as they always do. His voice was quiet but firm. I had to undress from the waist down. Over his knee I went for punishment not pleasure.He started with a hard hand spanking. As the sting began to build I felt him rubbing cool wood over my bottom. However it wasn't cool for long as he began paddling my backside hard and fast.As hard as I tried I could not hold still.My backside was on fire.I thought we were close to the end. Wrong. Although I thought my punishment was over, it was not. My bottom was rubbed for a moment or two and then I once again felt cool wood resting on my blazing skin. The paddle again? But what rose and fell on my backside was not a paddle but the brush.On my already stinging skin it had a profound effect.My legs kicked and how my God did it ever hurt.When it finally stopped I was told my punishment was over. I lay limply over his lap as he soothed my bottom with lotion and assured me all was forgiven and the incident with the chocolate cookies would never be brought up again.However, he also assured me that he had gone easy on my since this was his first time punishing me and so if I repeated the offense I could expect more severe results. The rest of the weekend included movies, shopping, gg spankings and lots of cuddling. However before he left he gave me a reminder spanking so I would behave until I saw him again. The reminder had me sore for two days.Yes I think I will remember.

A Well Punished Girl

Brings a new meaning to the song lyrics, "Hit me with your best shot, fire away." Part of this is fantasy and part was real. If I tell you it was long distance I am sure you will realize which I could handle as self spanking and what parts are what I was told would happen had I been there.

Yes, the title of the blog is true. I, once again, forgot to open a piece of mail. This is a bad habit I have had in the past that sometimes creeps up on me. Do I do it to get spanked? The jury is still out on that one. Fortunately this time it was nothing important but you would have thought I had not opened a check for a million dollars.

Unfortunately the brat within decided to make an unexpected appearance last night as well shooting out words like...unfair....simple mistake....no big deal. As you might guess this did not help my cause at all.

Now just for the uninitiated, when you annoy the man holding the paddle words such as Young Lady, and the infamous "Discussion" immediately enter the conversation.

And being in bratty mood and not following directions immediately did not help at all. No, in fact it landedme in the corner, (which I hate), where I had to remove my clothes and wait until he was ready.

When I was finally called over it was impossible to miss the wrist restraints attached to a rope over a beam in the ceiling. And guess who had her naughty wrists in those restraints before you could say, Guess what happens now?

So my mood and attitude changed considerably at this point and I became the contrite sinner I usually am. Alas too late for my poor breasts got spanked as did my backside. (He is very careful with my breasts, he does understand the sensitive nature of the tissue). So you might say I was red from head to toe.

By the time he had done a very short breast spanking he took off the restraints and bent me over the arm of the couch. At this point I had pretty well become compliant but extremely tearful. I knew what was coming, that awful lexan cane.

Yes, he wanted to make sure I understood the serious nature of not opening the mail and he felt I was not appreciating the mistake I had made. Ok, I have to agree, he was right. But oh that cane! The first ten strokes stung like crazy but were not very severe. I could feel my bottom heating up. And, as with any spanking, other parts heat up as well. I also have to add there is no more vulnerable feeling then standing bent over with your legs spread completely nude.

The next five were accompanied by a continuing lecture. Now first of all he is a master at lecturing. Never harsh, always stern and very quiet, sometimes a whisper in my ear. These were more severe and at the tops of my thighs instead of across my cheeks.

He stopped then to rub my poor sizzling skin. The next five, as I knew, would be the hardest of all. I was also instructed to say after each one. I will be the best girl I can from now on. As you might guess after a sharp cane stroke my spoken message was delivered with gusto and volume.

Of course the best part was being let up, held, comforted, forgiven and loved. I really didn't think it was that big a deal but evidently he did and his opinion is the one that counts, just as mine is when he screws up.

Since spanking is a turn on for us both, we usually end up making love after all the smoke (from a burning backside) has cleared. I know there are many people who find this inappropriate but it is our way.

So I was expecting a Just Because spanking and instead I got spanked just because of that stupid letter. Hmm I still wonder if I did it on purpose.

Welcome to My World

Well, my world, as it exists right now, has been around for only a few of my 55 years. It has always been there in my mind, longing to be part of me, but I just assumed it was too weird to ever share with anyone. The internet taught me otherwise.

So I am happy to share my spanko feelings and experiences, thoughts, and writings with anyone who might be interested.

First of all I believe that no two spankos are created equal. We are all individuals with differiing needs and desires. My desire for different types of spankings may not match your belief in discipline only or play only. No problem here, feel free to comment, just don't put me down for not having the same mind set as you, and I promise the same courtesy.

In my world I am accountable to two men via long distance. One is the love of my life and the other is the uncle or older brother I never had but certainly wished for. Both have the authority to spank me for whatever they deem necessary or enjoyable. Yes, this does involve a great deal of trust.

Now I also have authority to spank the man I love as well. So, yes, I am a switch but one with a strong submissive streak. Maybe this seems like a contradiction but it works for me. I consider it a sacred trust and always treat him with love and care.

Next question? Long distance? I know its not what I eventually hope for but I do see them in real life from time to time. And otherwise I am directed to self spank (I am not allowed to do this without direction). Other punishments can be used but I will talk about that at another time.

The biggest revelation of all is that I love being spanked, I need to be spanked, and I desire it even when my behavior is excellent!

So to start off, this morning my behavior was not excellent. I had not told my big brother something that had occured to me two days ago. Just hadn't done it, and that my friends is a lie of omission. So I spent part of this morning nursing a sore bottom. No complaints, I deserved it and even if I didn't think so I really never complain.

So welcome to Spankful Delight, looking forward to meeting you.