Soul on Fire Fiction-M/f

A Soul On Fire

She rubbed her foot as she stared out the window. Her entire foot
throbbed and her broken toe was an alarming shade of purple. She
sighed deeply and stared out the window.

There was really nothing to look at outside, it was eleven o'clock
and pitch black outside. The street her house faced onto had very
little lighting at night. Which was one reason her husband, Edward,
did not want her walking alone at night. This had been a point of
contention between them for quite awhile. And though Edward was
usually the most easygoing and understanding of men, when it came to
her safety he became totally unyielding in his viewpoint. And once a
decision was made, ignoring that decision would assure that her
ability to sit would be hampered for a day or two. And in fact she
was facing that very fate tonight.

Earlier in the evening, Cindy, an aspiring poet and author had
received the news by email that her first poem had been accepted for
publication. She could scarcely believe it, a dream come true. She
immediately called Edward at work.

"Oh baby", she exclaimed, "you won't believe this, the magazine
accepted my poem, it will be in the next issue."

On his end Edward smiled broadly, he could feel the excitement coming
through the phone. He wasn't surprised at the news. He considered
Cindy a very talented writer and wordsmith. He also knew that this
acceptance meant validation for her. "Hey sweetie, best news I can
imagine but you know I am really not shocked. Delighted yes but not
shocked. You are not only my beautiful lady but my talented lady as
well."

Cindy blushed, "Oh you, what do you know, you're in love with me."
And he heard her giggle that he so loved.

"Young lady are you questioning my taste in poetry? Hmmm we'll have
to see about that." And he laughed as well. "Hey babe got to get back
to work, I'll see you later and how about we celebrate this tomorrow
night?"

Cindy's excitement suddenly sank, "Tomorrow night? Why not tonight?
Oh Edward don't tell me you have to work late again." She stomped her
foot hard and winced. This wasn't fair, it was big news and she
wanted to go out tonight.

Edward sighed as he heard the petulant tone in her voice. His wife
was a strong, smart, creative lady. She was one of the kindest and
most thoughtful people it had ever been his good fortune to meet.
But, very rarely, when things did not go her way, a monstrous brat
emerged that never failed to shock him. He was afraid the killer brat
would be encouraged by her disappointment to make an appearance this
evening. God, he hoped he could head that off. In light of her
wonderful news he didn't want it to be marred by that side of her
personality.

"Babe, I have to work tonight, no choice, you know if I could come
home this very minute I would. But sweetie I do promise that I will
wake you up when I get home and I will most certainly think of some
ways we can celebrate right then and there. And tomorrow night how
about we go to Milo's?" He hoped the promise of his undivided
attention later and her favorite restaurant tomorrow would mollify
her tonight. No such luck.

"Fine," she snapped, "I will celebrate all by myself then." She could
here the tone of her own voice and really didn't like it, a huge part
of her knew that Edward did not deserve this treatment, but that
nasty little brat was nagging away inside her.

Edward, continued on in a very patient but increasingly stern
voice, "Cynthia you will not do anything foolish. I promise we will
celebrate your amazing accomplishment when I get home and tomorrow.
But sweetheart, published or not if you go off half cocked, I will
have to deal with that when I get home instead of sharing champagne
and lots of love." He sighed deeply, God he loved this woman, so much
that it scared him at times. And he would be damned if anyone would
hurt her including herself.

"Fine Edward, now, as I am telling you the best news in a long time,
you are busy threatening me with a spanking instead of celebrating.
How sweet." She got angrier and teary eyed as she began to feel sorry
for herself.

"My love I have to go, I will be home around 11:30. Please don't be
angry, you know I am not doing this on purpose. And please oh please
don't do anything foolish. And Cynthia," his voice intensified,"NO
chocolate, none, under any circumstances, " As he heard her very
impatient "FINE" and the phone firmly hung up, she would never slam
the phone is his ear, he let out a sigh. He would certainly bring the
champagne home with him but he had a feeling he would be toasting
something else entirely.

Cindy paced the living room stomping from end to end like an angry
two year old. She didn't particularly like acting or feeling this way
but DAMN she wanted to celebrate and it just wasn't FAIR that he had
to work tonight.

The reasonable woman within murmured soothing words about how it was
important at times, to give him the support he needed in keeping to
his career track as well. He certainly supported her in the efforts
she made without complaint. But if the smoke billowing out of her
ears was any indication reason was losing to self interest.

As she stomped around, not looking where she was going she kicked her
foot at the floor fan. It never occurred to her how hard a metal
stand would be. As her foot made contact she gasped in pain and fell
to the floor. There was a sudden burning throbbing agony in her left
foot. When she looked she was aghast to find that her two toes were
already swelling and turning an ugly shade of purple. "Now look what
he made me do," she murmured angrily as she sat rocking and holding
her foot.

She was pretty sure she had broken her toe but called the hospital ER
for advice. They urged her to come in for an Xray, the break could be
in the small bones of the foot, but Madame Stubborn was here for a
stay and she refused. Finally the nurse suggested, with a sigh,
taping the toes together. If they were broken that is all they would
do at the hospital anyway. However she did give one last try at
getting Cindy to come in at least tomorrow for an Xray. Cindy
grudgingly agreed and then hung up the phone.

She held her poor foot and cried. God she was frustrated. This had
started out being one of the happiest nights of her life and now it
was turning out to be the worst. She almost called Edward again, oh
she needed the comfort only he could provide, but he would insist on
a trip to the ER right now and no arguing. So she just limped to the
bathroom and got the tape. Before she did anything she grabbed an ice
pack from the freezer and sat on the couch while she iced the foot.
Oh God did she need a piece of chocolate, actually 100 was more like
it. Chocolate was her solace and stress reliever, but it had the
unfortunate habit of doing unpleasant things to her body so Edward
and she had decided long ago that this would be forbidden and subject
to punishment.

Well too bad he wasn't home to make sure she followed the rules now
wasn't it she thought with some satisfaction. She began to search the
cupboards hobbling on her sore foot as her chocolate safari went on
for some time. Nothing, not one candy bar, not one bag of chocolate
chips....OH GOD life was unfair. She plopped down on the sofa and
reapplied the ice. Gazing out the window she noticed the summer night
was now completely covered in darkness. No trace of light remained.

However, the scheming brat remained and she suddenly crossed a line
and made a decision she was going to regret....oh would she ever, but
that thought never entered her mind. "I'll just go to the store and
get some...right now." Never mind that it was pitch black out and the
store was seven blocks away. Never mind that her car was in the shop,
Edward was at work and there was no transportation except walking.
Never mind that her toes and foot were turning more purple by the
minute. Ha, she wanted chocolate, that was how she would celebrate
her success.

She knew she would never get a shoe on her foot so she put on her
flip flops completely forgetting the nurse's instructions to tape her
toes.

She stomped out of the house wincing at each determined step.
However, the longer she walked the madder she got and soon the pain
was furthest from her mind. When she got to the store she picked up a
bag of Hershey's Kisses and a large chocolate almond bar. The kisses
could make up for those Edward wasn't around to bestow because he was
working. At the cash register the cashier looked at her purchases and
said sympathetically, "Rough night huh?". At that Cindy looked up
astonished and burst into laughter. "Yeah you could say that", she
smiled and limped away. Outside the store she tore into the bag of
kisses but was still giggling at the cashier's remark. Her anger was
draining away and her normal sweet good humored self was making a
comeback. She began to limp towards home feeling the throbbing in her
foot with every step.

Suddenly she stopped....Edward. ...what would he have to say about
this. Oh was she in trouble, real trouble, not just the "Cindy I am
so disappointed in you trouble", but rather the "Young lady go to our
room, we are going to discuss this now", trouble.

As she limped home trying to think and plan her way out of the
spanking she surely knew was coming, she stopped as her brain
schemed. Well now certainly he would recognize that she had hurt her
foot badly and, after all, wasn't that punishment enough. Hmmm worth
some thought.

Now while both Cindy and Edward enjoyed the sensual aspects of
spanking, she really did not enjoy getting a punishment spanking in
any way. First of all, Edward was always so incredibly reasonable
that if he insisted on this she knew she deserved it and right now
she was incredibly ashamed of the way she had behaved towards him on
the phone and her ridiculous behavior since then throughout the
evening. Sighing deeply, knowing what was in store she limped the
rest of the way home munching chocolate figuring since she was going
to have a burning bottom anyway, it might as well be worth it.

By the time she reached home her head and stomach were aching from
the chocolate, her toes were throbbing in three quarter time and her
heart was thumping away thinking of the consequence to come.

So here she was watching out the window for her wonderful husband
whom she loved more than anyone or anything in the world and who was
going to paddle her backside until it exploded into flames when he
realized what she had done tonight.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car pulling into the
driveway and suddenly she was a very remorseful sinner indeed. So
were the 10,000 butterflies living in her stomach.

Edward's key turned in the lock and there he was, all 6 feet of him
with a bottle of champagne and her favorite purple irises. As he
handed her the flowers, tears ran down her face. "Hey now sweetie,
congratulations are in order, no tears," he reached down to put his
arms round her and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

He pulled back slightly and looked at her with slight
suspicion, "Cindy why do you taste like chocolate?" She looked at him
wide eyed and pleading. He sighed inwardly but remained
insistent. "OK get it over with and tell me now. Don't make me yank
it out of you."

He stood back up and then noticed his wife's purple foot. "Dear God
what happened to you, how did you do this to your poor foot." He sat
down, chocolate forgotten and deep concern written in every line on
his face.

Cindy buried her head in her hands. Oh she felt guilty. What had she
been thinking of. Well the truth was she wasn't thinking, she was
having a tantrum. She faced the ugly truth of this, lifted her tear
stained face and told Edward the whole story. His look went from
incredulous to unbelieving, to incredibly stern.

"Cynthia, let me get all this straight, I am still a little bit in
shock. I could not come home when you wanted because I had to work,
so you had a temper fit, kicked the fan, broke your toe, refused to
go to get treatment, did not do what the nurse told you, walked seven
blocks in the dark alone to get chocolate which you then proceeded to
eat. Have I left anything out?" He crossed his arms over his chest
and stood over her. She suddenly felt very small.

"No you left nothing out," she whispered. OK she had to give it one
try, "But Edward," she began.

He held up his hand, "Don't bother, there are absolutely no excuses
for any of this young lady and you know that well." He sat down next
to her. "Now let me see that foot." As he gently examined it she
winced and gasped. "Well right now it looks as if it is the two toes
but tomorrow I WILL be taking you to the Dr. to be sure." He took the
tape off the table. Gently and slowly he wound the tape around the
toes holding them together lending support and helping to ease the
throbbing.

Without another word he lifted his now quietly weeping wife in his
arms and carried her gently into the bedroom setting her gently on
the bed. "Cynthia", he began and oh she recognized that tone. "We
will now discuss this evening's events." He unbuttoned his shirt
sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow. Cindy tried hard to swallow
the lump in her throat. As he reached down he unsnapped his wife's
jeans. He pushed her shoulders back until she lay on the bed. He
firmly pulled off her jeans and panties. He motioned to her to sit
up and she automatically removed her blouse and bra. Punishment
meant no clothes. As he opened the dresser drawer she dreaded panic
began to grip her.

"Edward, honey, don't you think the foot is punishment enough, it
really really hurts."

He looked back at her, "I am sure it does and I want to make sure you
never do such stupid unthinking things again just because you can't
have your own way. This is so unlike you Cynthia and so beneath you
as a woman of great intelligence. " She realized in her sinking
stomach that this lecturing tone signaled the beginning of what she
had been dreading. "Now I am not going to make you do any corner time
tonight because of your foot, but I do believe I can get my point
across without it. I am very disappointed in the choices you made,
hurting yourself, making yourself ill and taking dangerous risks. I
won't have it and you know that. I love you too much to stand by and
watch this occur." His face looked sad and serious, "We haven't had
to do this for a long time and I hate that it has to be tonight after
your great news and such an amazing accomplishment but, my dear, you
have no one to blame but yourself."

With those words he sat down on the bed, pulled Cindy easily over his
lap. He paused briefly to let the realization set in and then began
spanking her bare bottom with his hand. He spanked hard and rapidly
repeating the words of his lecture..... Young lady, smack
smack....you will never, smack...eat chocolate, many smacks.....go
off in the middle of the night alone, smack smack...ever,
smack...again. .....As he stopped talking he let his hand talk for
him. Cindy felt her backside burning as his hand moved steadily over
every single inch of it. Her eyes which had been previously filled
with tears now began weeping in earnest.

And as disappointed as Edward was in her behavior, he could not help
but be moved by the sight of his wife's lovely derriere which had
gone from pristine white to red fairly quickly.

"OH please stop I do promise, never never again, I am sooooo sorry,
really" the last words were delivered in a voice steadily raising in
pitch. The spanking stopped abruptly and Cindy breathed a sigh of
relief. She could not help squirming, her bottom was on fire. And as
always a spanking from Edward started embers in so many parts of her
body. Before she had time for a second sigh of relief Edward gently
but firmly trapped her legs under his left leg. Oh God he wasn't done.

"I am doing this so you won't kick, that might hurt your foot
further", she had a moment to consider the ridiculous notion that he
was going to much further hurt her backside but was worried about her
foot. And she had forgotten to notice what he had pulled out of the
dresser drawer. It was soon evident. She felt cool wood resting on
her very inflamed bottom and realized the paddling she had been
dreading was about to begin.

"My love I hope you never make me do this again, it gives me no
pleasure, I assure you," and with that he spoke no more. The paddle
lifted and fell with an explosive blast on her reddened skin. She
screamed aloud but it had no effect on what was coming and what she
knew was due her. The paddle rose and fell rapidly from side to side
and then concentrating on the very tender area between her bottom and
thighs. She sobbed and howled until she was hoarse and finally just
lay over her husband's lap crying incoherently. Then it
stopped....She heard Edward sigh and she knew how much he hated doing
this. "Oh baby, why do you do these ridiculous things when you get
mad, I worry so when you hurt yourself. Cindy it hurts me to see you
ill or in pain." She wept softly as he gently massaged her swollen
red bottom. He laid her on her stomach and reached for the jar of
aloe vera lotion. He soothed the burning slightly and ensured he
checked her skin as he applied the lotion.
Then he stretched out next to her on the bed. He held her very close
to him and rubbed her back, "Shhhhh baby, its all over now". He
crooned to her as he would a child. "Its over and you are forgiven. I
wish you had not forced me to do this but Cindy I won't watch you
hurt yourself, not ever my love." He smoothed her hair and then
kissed her forehead and cheek.

"Oh God Edward I am so sorry, you have no idea, I was sorry before I
even got home from the store. I don't know where this brat in me
comes from."

He smiled gently at her, "Now you do know that even though the brat
can't get away with her antics I love her as well, she is part of you
and so she is just as loved, just not as tolerated. And remind that
brat that if she had stayed home tonight this could have been a very
different and more enjoyable spanking for both of us."

Cindy buried her head in his neck, "Edward, thank you, what would I
ever do without you. No one has ever cared about me the way you do. I
love you so and I always will. Thank you for caring for and about me."

"Shhhh all over now baby, I know you love me, I do, lets get ready
for bed. Tomorrow we celebrate my own little poet laureate."

He stood up, went to the dresser and got out her pink nightshirt. She
lay on the bed as he took off the rest of her clothes, slipped the
nightshirt over her head and helped her under the covers. She winced
as the sheet made contact with her throbbing bottom.

He crawled into bed next to her,"And I took the day off tomorrow so
we can celebrate in style my dear. Of course it will be a little on
the sore side for you when we go to dinner. We could always wait for
another day," he looked at her questioningly.

She cuddled as close as she could to him, "Nope I'll pay the price
for my behavior, besides it will make great sense memories for a new
poem."

She loved the sound of his huge laugh, "Oh really and what will this
one be called."

"A Burning in the Bottom of her Soul", she grinned wickedly.
Edward pulled her close with a another booming laugh. He gently
continued rubbing her burning bottom, "God I love you, what a woman."

And later that night he also soothed the burning in her soul as well.