Bitter and Cold Pt 3 M/f spanking fiction

The serviceman from the power company dropped his clipboard and knelt down next to the unconscious woman. He had seen people react many ways to shutting off their power but this was a first for him. He could tell this was not an act, no one could force their skin to turn that color.

He gently turned Janine over and patted her face gently, "Ms. Grant, Ms. Grant", in his anxiety assuming the woman on the floor was Paul Grant's wife. As he moved his hand to gently pull her skirt down he noticed the ugly welted bruises up and down her thighs. There were fresh ones and a number that looked much older. They were yellow and starting to heal. He shook his head, it never ceased to amaze him what people would do to those they supposedly cared about. But for right now he was most concerned that she was not regaining consciousness. He noticed the large lump starting to form on her forehead and decided that he might now quite a bit about electrical circuits but he knew very little about the circuitry of the brain. He opened his cell phone and dialed 911.

Voices from far off were calling her name. "Janine can you open your eyes?" What a dumb question she thought, of course I can open my eyes. However, as she tried she realized it was going to be more difficult than she thought it would be. When she tried to move her head there was a heavy, dull pain and she groaned. "Get Dr. Ferris, I think she is starting to wake up." Another voice she didn't recognize. As Janine struggled to open her eyes all she saw was fuzzy gray outlines. Suddenly a light was shining in her eyes and she struggled to move her head but it was held securely. As the torturous light beamed in each eye, Janine began to see colors and distinct lines. "Now that is looking better", boomed a hearty voice. The voice was cheery but loud and Janine winced at the ache in her head. The Dr. smiled and lowered his voice considerably. "Sorry about that. But we are very glad to see those pretty eyes open. You, my dear, have a serious concussion and we have spent the better part of a day and night hoping you were going to wake up pretty soon." He patted Janine's hand as he realized the amount of shock she was in from all this information. "I am Dr. Ferris and you are at Mercy Hospital. I do believe a young man brought you in. That headache you have is going to last awhile unfortunately, although now that you are awake we can give you a mild pain reliever.

Janine heard nothing past a young man brought you in. Paul...it had to be Paul, he came back and found her. Oh God he saved her life. "Oh please can I see him?" The Dr. smiled, patted her hand again, gave the nurse orders as to what to give her and assured Janine she could certainly see her good Samaritan.

The Dr. left the room and within a few minutes a tall very slender man in a gray uniform walked in looking very awkward. His sandy brown hair was tousled and he had deep blue eyes that looked at Janine curiously. "Hey there glad to see you are doing better, you sure gave us a scare."

"Who are you, where is Paul", Janine's voice was sharper than she intended but this was becoming very confusing. The young man sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"Oh well your husband wasn't home when I got there. I guess you don't remember after that awful bump on your head." He winced as he looked at the huge lump which was now turning a horrible shade of deep purple. "All we could find in your purse was your name and information. I guess you use your maiden name since there was nothing with Grant on it."

Turning her head slightly to the side Janine winced, "He isn't my husband, we live together. I thought when they said a man brought me in that it was him." A few tears trickled down her cheeks. Her voice became cold and leaden, "Please leave, I just want to be alone." In her misery it never even occurred to her to thank the man who had seen to her safety.

Rob awkwardly stood up pushing the chair back and watching Janine crunch her face at the squeal it made on the floor. "I am sorry Ma'am, hope you are better really soon. I am sure I can get the power company to wait until this all gets straightened out." Waving her hand at him, Janine paid no attention to what he was saying. As the nurse walked in with a hypodermic Rob nodded and walked out the door.

As he started down the hallway the Dr caught him by his arm. Sorry son, I didn't get your name."

"Oh its Robert Powell, I work for the power company. When I came to disconnect the power today she fainted and that is when her head was injured."

The doctor nodded, "I see, so you are not her boyfriend or husband. We would like to talk to him if you happen to have any information about him."

Rob handed the doctor the card for the power company service office, "They can help you, all I know is that his name is Paul Grant and he lives at this address." Rob wrote it on the back of the card. "But the lady says it is not her husband, but that she lives with him." Rob shuffled his feet, "I couldn't help but notice all the well, bruising on her legs. Is she going to be alright?"

The doctor looked at him gravely, "That is what we would like to talk to Mr. Grant about. Thank you for your information. You have been very helpful.'

Rob started towards the elevator and turned back, "Is it ok if I come back and visit, just to make sure she if doing ok?"

The doctor smiled, "Of course you can and I am sure that Janine will appreciate it."

The nurse swabbed down the area where she had just given Janine a shot. "Now this will help the pain in your head and make you sleep. Don't you fight it sweetie. You need to rest." Before the nurse walked out the door she hesitated, "Janine is there anything you would like to talk about? You know, of course, we all saw your legs. Its hard to miss. Honey, is someone hurting you?"

It took a moment for Janine to get what the nurse was talking about. Her legs?.. Oh the bruises. "She shook her head, "No it is just because I did not do as I should, I deserved it." Then she repeated Paul's favorite phrase, "Bad girls get spanked." Of course had she been coherent she would never have revealed such information to the nurse but she was already sinking off to sleep.

The nurse left the room shaking her head. The doctor looked at her quizzically. "All she would say is bad girls get spanked." Her face was pinched in anger, "I would like to get my hands on the bad boy that did that to her." She stried off to the nurse's station.

Shaking his head the doctor went off to visit other patients not knowing that the woman with the abused legs and buttocks would become a very interesting mystery.

Bitter and Cold-Pt 2 Spanking Fiction M/f

Janine lay under the down comforter in the morning light thinking back to the events of the last few weeks. The events that led up to Paul leaving her. Unfortunately her mind was so consumed with her sorrow and guilt at not being able to be submissive enough that she was missing some of the problems that would unfortunately make themselves very clear.



She brushed her chocolate brown hair out of her face and buried her face further into the pillow. When Paul had invited her to move in with him she had never looked ahead to what would happen if she had to move out. Of course, it had never occured to her that Paul would simply pick up and leave her in his apartment. She sat up in bed. Of course, it was so simple, he was coming back. He had to come back. This was just to scare her into being good.



In some ways it matched the first spanking he had given her after she moved in. Up to that point spankings were serious or fun depending on the circumstances, but it was never more than she could take. She might end up crying but there was always Paul's comforting embrace to look forward to along with incredible lovemaking.



But the day she moved in, she remembered being giddy and excited. She had carried all her boxes up in the elevator and piled them in the room Paul had indicated. He seemed very amused by her attitude until she brushed by one of the tabletops on her way out the door and knocked over a candlestick. Janine scrambled to catch it but it hit the floor before she could reach it.



Looking up at Paul with wide blue eyes, she fumbled over an apology, "Oh honey I am so sorry, I will pay for it, I promise."



Paul's face went cold as he promised, "You certainly will pay for it love, in more ways than you know." With those words he pulled her towards a hard chair to the side of the couch. "Take off those pants and your shirt, now Janine."



She had never seen his face quite this way, a small dart of panic coursed through her. "Now wait Paul, it was an accident, you know that. It wasn't on purpose."

Paul lost no time, his dark eyes became angry and he grabbed Janine's arm as he pulled off her blouse and yanked off her jeans. As panic set in Janine began to struggle to get away. Paul pulled her close to him by one arm, "Stop that immediately, you will obey everything you are asked to do and obey it immediately." He obviously did not feel Janine had the proper submissive expression or attitude since he sat down on the chair and pulled her over his knee roughly. As her arm automatically went back to protect herself he pulled it out of the way unmoved when she screamed from the pain of it being bent so far out of position.

But she was in no way ready for the spanking he was prepared to give over the broken glass and poor submissive attitude. His hard hand began slapping on her upper thighs back and forth. She had no idea a hand could cause so much pain, but then he had never spanked that area before. "Paul stop please, this is too much." Janine screamed and struggled to no avail. He held her tightly in place as he reached into the table drawer next to the chair. All Janine heard was the scrape of wood and began to struggle anew. It did her no good.

Paul's voice was smooth and cold, "Janine you are here at my invitation. You are my submissive. This spanking will teach you what I expect you to take without any arguement or struggle. If you can't do that, then get out....is....that...clear?" Each word was punctuated with a very dramatic smack of a wooden paddle.

Janine could hardly breathe, it hurt so much, "Yes", she gasped, "I understand, I'll behave, really I will. Oh God, don't throw me out."
That spanking would never be forgotten since it left bruises and blisters on her butt. She couldn't sit for several days nor could she wear panties since there were severe bruises in the creases and down her thighs. Paul pointed out to her several times that this would happen whenever she disobeyed.

Considering the condition of her body she did not point out to him that it was an accident. From that point on, Janine's life was under Paul's direction at all times. And no matter what she tried to do it was never enough or what he wanted.

Could she be right though, was this possibly a scheme of Paul's to improve her behavior? She swung her legs over her bedside energized by the thought that Paul might be back that very day. She showered very quickly and got dressed snapping her collar in place.

As she straightened out the kitchen there was a knock on the door. Janine opened the door and there was an electrical company worker there. He looked up at her, "Mr. Paul Grant?"

"No he's not at home, can I help you?" Janine looked at him quizzically.

"Well ma'am, I have to turn off your power, the bill is overdue by two months. Unless you can pay in cash right now, I have to disconnect the power. Now the man had been perfectly nice and polite, he always tried to break the news as gently as he could, so he was not at all prepared for the next event.

Janine looked at the man with total disbelief, her face turned a horrible shade of gray and she sank, like a sack of flour, straight to the floor.

Bitter and Cold-pt 1 spanking fiction M/f

How did things ever get this far out of hand? Janine sat on the edge of her bed and shivered in the morning air. She wrapped her arms around herself as the numbness of her situation began to set in. Paul was gone, he had left last night. All of her dignity drained out of her as she had begged him to stay, promised to do better, to be more, anything he wanted.

As he threw his clothes in his suitcase he let out a sarcastic laugh and told her not to be ludicrous. He turned to look at her, his arrogant but handsome face cold and unfeeling. "Doyou know how long I have waited for you to be better? Its been months and you still are a rotten submissive. You don't know how to behave in this lifestyle and you never will. I have no more time to waste on training you." The haughty tone of his voice chilled her.

Janine tried to still the trembling in her voice, she hated it when she felt weak. "But Paul, I have never had to be in this type of life before, it takes getting used to and understanding all that you expect of me. I have worked hard at it. But learning how to submit is not easy."

He slammed the lid of his suitcase and locked it, "Well Janine that is the problem isn't it? I need a submissive in my life who understands how to, when to, where to, without constant instruction. I need one that understands the consequences if she doesn't submit and accepts them appropriately. Now really, can you see yourself ever doing that?"

The acute misery on her face was all the answer he needed. She could no more tell him that she certainly knew she do that, then she could suddenly fly around the room. The punishments he administered took her breath away but not as she hoped spanking would. He left marks all up and down her thighs and calves. His cane whipped at her bottom unmercifully. She hated being bound in place and made to scream in pain. But she tried, oh how she tried. She kept her collar on at all times, unless he gave her permission to take it off to shower or sleep. Never did she talk back to him but it was the obediance. No matter how much effort she put into it she could not seem to obey him enough.

He always pointed out some aspect that was lacking and therefore needed to be spanked out of her. But his idea of spanking....seemed so far off from what all her fantasies had been.

When she had first met Paul at a friend's spanking party he had seemed to enjoy her silly and sassy behavior. He smacked her bottom playfully and told her to behave herself. Of course her obvious answer was "make me." And that was all it took to get the spanking she had so wanted. He held her tight over his knee and spanked over her skirt before lifting it and lecturing her on what a naughty girl she was. Giggling at what he said brought more stinging spanks but this time with a hairbrush over her panties. As she yelped and ouched, she knew he would give her more. Oh and how she wanted it. Before long her panties were down and she was getting a paddling that had her zoning out as she never had. And that wasn't the end of it. He rubbed and caressed her until she thought she would lose her mind.

When he stood her on her feet she wobbled and he held her and rubbed her back. She leaned into him and was lost in the sensations of her tender bottom, the masculine smell of him, and drowning in his sensual eyes. She was sure this was the man she had been desperately searching for all her adult life.

And now he was gone and she wasn't drowning in his eyes, she was simply drowning. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over her. Tears both angry and sorrow filled dampened her pillow. But as miserable as she felt at this moment there was no way she could prepare for what was coming next.

An Interlude-spanking fiction M/f

The rain tattooed a steady rhythm on the window next to Corinne's desk in the study of her home. It was an ebony night and her study was dark except for the pool of comfortable work light that her desk lamp provided. Leaning her chin on her hand, she went over the proposal for tomorrow one more time.



It was always so hard for her to let go and just realize she had done the best that was possible. But she was getting much better at it. Joe was helping her learn how to have fun as well as work hard at her very stressful job. And Corinne had to admit Joe was a wonderful teacher. She smiled at the thought of him. Corinne could seldom think about Joe without smiling. She seldom could believe her luck in stepping into his cab almost a year ago.



As though he had read her mind from whatever room he had been in, Joe stood in the doorway of the study, smiling as he watched Corinne work. He leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his chest. As Corinne smiled to herself, Joe caught his breath. He thought her smile was the loveliest part of Corinne's face. Although he had to admit the rest of it was pretty easy on the eyes as well.



Corinne stretched her arms over her head and started to reach over to turn off the light. Enough was enough for tonight, besides she wanted to know what Joe was up to. As her hand reached out a large warm hand covered hers. She looked up into the face she loved more than any in the world. Without any words she stood up, wearing only one of Joe's old shirts, and put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He could inhale the scent of her skin and hair. He kissed her neck and laid his head gently on top of her hair. They stood silently for several moments lost in each other and listening to the rain.

Lifting her chin with his finger he smiled down, "Well young lady, I think it is past your bedtime."

She looked up suspiciously but also with a tiny smile, "Oh no, none of that young lady talk, I have done nothing wrong. In fact I have been a model citizen."

Joe laughed out loud, the laugh she loved to hear. He hugged her to him. "No you are absolutely right, but I love calling you young lady, and I do know you love hearing it."

With a blush on her face Corinne buried her face in Joe's broad chest. She loved the scent of him and the warm closeness that always made her feel cherished and protected. He reached down with one arm and lifted her legs, cradling her shoulders with his other arm. Corinne could feel herself practically purring. As Joe carried her into the bedroom he kissed her passionately. He hugged her to him and then eased her gently down to the bed. The light in the room was dim but he could see her eyes practically smoldering. They locked gazes on each other as Joe stripped off his shirt. He lay down next to Corinne and they kissed everywhere they could reach. He held her face in his hands and whispered, "I love you baby, I love you so." He then began unbuttoning the oversize shirt she was wearing and noticed there was nothing underneath. His grin turned very wicked, "Well now aren't you a naughty girl, with no panties on."

Corinne giggled, a sound Joe loved since it reminded him so much of the day they met and the giggle he heard in the back seat of his cab. His expression turned to mock sternness as he looked down at her. "Well we certainly know how to take care of naughty young ladies." Joe sat down next to her on the bed. He put Corinne face down over his lap and started rubbing her bare bottom very gently. She sighed and pillowed her face on her hands. He whispered,"Who's girl are you love?"

And her answer was soft and silky in his ear, "I am yours Joe, all yours." She loved telling him that even if the part of her brain that was all feminist groaned whenever she said it. And she wanted what came next. They had not had much quality time together lately, both of their schedules were impossibly full.

Joe's response to Corinne was predictable but still excited her tremendously. He began rubbing her bottom in ever widening circles. Her bottom raised at his touch which took his breath away. Corinne closed her eyes waiting for what she loved, the part that was so deeply ingrained in both of them. She wasn't disappointed.

The first smack was more of a love tap, followed by a few more. As Joe began rubbing her bottom again, she could not help wiggling her backside in response. As the spanks began again the rhythm began, increasing every five or ten smacks. Soon the intensity grew as well and they began to impart a real sting.

Joe stopped again and began his erotic massage, allowing his hand to slip between Corinne's thighs. She gasped at his touch and her backside rose again begging for more. "Oh God Joe please don't stop." He leaned over and kissed each side of her deep pink cheeks. As if he had planned on stopping.

"No I won't baby, I promise." The spanking began again, with a faster rhythm and sharper spanks. Joe tightened his grip around Corinne's waist. As the spanking increased in intensity Corinne began to intersperse her moans with yelps and ouches. Her feet occasionally drummed against the bed. Joe could see her face and knew she was in a type of ecstasy she often reached during sensual spanking. He began caressing her now crimson derriere. His nails grazed lightly over the very warm skin and he felt a shudder go through her body. His hand massaged down her thighs and back up, where both her bodies response and the dewy moisture signaled that she was loving every moment of it. He spoke softly, "Corinne, sweetheart, are you alright."

Her eyes remained closed as she softly whispered, Oh yes, more than alright." Joe eased her off his lap onto the bed and he lay down beside her. She was still lost to the moment, and he had no intention of taking that away from her until she was ready. Besides, he loved caressing and touching every inch of her body. His voice whispered to her how much he loved her, and how totally incredible she was. A soft smile lit her face but she was not ready to talk, not yet. Several minutes went by as they lay in one another's arms. Once again the rain pelted heavily against the window of the dimly lit bedroom. Joe picked up a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. He began to gently rub it into Corinne's skin. The red had faded to a lovely pink glow.

Corinne's eyes opened and she smiled at Joe as she reached out her arms to him. He gathered her close and as he held her to him, he heard her say softly, "Well now I guess there are times that young lady is not such a bad thing to be called." She snuggled closer and put her arms around Joe, rubbing his back.

He laughed gently, "Well I have to tell you sweetie, that good or naughty, you are always my young lady and no one elses.

Corinne's eyes opened and he saw a naughty gleam in them, then felt her hands at the zipper of his jeans. "Well now love, right at this moment I am not feeling very ladylike, young or not."

As her hands moved over him Joe began to breathe rapidly, "You know what Corinne, I was sort of hoping you weren't. Of course I will have to spank you for that later."

He heard the delicious giggle and then, "Oh sweetheart I am counting on that." She rubbed her bottom momentarily, "Nope not nearly warm enough, you will just have to do a better job later. But for now Joe...."

For now the rain was the only sound other than soft whispers and gentle moans, and the rustling of the sheet and blankets. Corinne thought to herself that she must be the luckiest woman on earth to have found Joe. And of course finding each other on a rainy afternoon made every rainy afternoon or evening very special. In fact her last coherent thought before Joe carried her away with him, was that they had never missed the opportunity for a single rainy day spanking.

And then her mind opened itself only to Joe and the rest of the night.