I originally wrote this on March 10, 2010 – 15 years ago – for a previous blog. It was a fantasy inspired by a regular play partner at the time who I had a discipline dynamic with. Something that felt like he would do, but never did. So I wrote it as a story. I stumbled back upon it recently and really enjoyed it still, so I’m sharing it here.
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A Towel and a Surprise
M/F, semi-cons, spanking, belt
A towel was all I was wearing. Sitting in front of my computer, goofing around on some stupid Facebook game, listening to my dog whine and the sounds coming from my neighborhood due to the beautiful weather.
My doorbell rang and I had a slight moment of panic. After realizing I could just use the peep hole to decide whether or not to answer it, I got up and made my way to the door. I couldn’t believe who was standing on the other side of it, but I quickly turned the lock and let him in, closing it behind him. Once into my livingroom, I looked at him dumbstruck.
“What are you doing here?” It seemed like an obvious question.
Answering with a shrug, “I left work early,” he didn’t look any different than normal.
“Um…ok. But you didn’t say you were coming over. I have to leave for class in an hour.” I glanced down at my towel, which he didn’t seem to really notice.
“That’s enough time. Go get dressed.”
“I am very confused.”
“Just go!”
I went to my room and pulled on a pair of panties, jeans, bra, and a t-shirt and slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops. When I got back to the livingroom he was standing near the back of our loveseat.
“Bend over the back of the couch,” he looked at me, arms folded.
“What? I didn’t even know you were coming and now you want to spank me here, now, and you didn’t even know if Vicki would be home and and and…” I stopped, he was just staring at me, “What!!”
“When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
He grabbed my firmly by the hair and pulled me to the couch and pushed me down. MY abdomen rested on the back cushions and my toes teetered on the floor.
With one hand on my back, he used the other to remove his belt and before I could say anything, it landed on the top of my thighs. The strokes fell like this for some time, me kicking and trying not to make much noise, him holding me down and swinging.
After a series of particularly hard strokes, he stopped, removing his hand from my back. I didn’t move except to lower myself back onto my feet and he quickly looped his belt back through his jeans.
Drawing me around to the front of the couch he sat down and pulled my jeans down. Too startled from the impromptu belting I had just endured, I didn’t make any moves to stop him. Soon I was down across his lap and he was smacking my bottom very close to as hard as possible. I struggled and reached my hand back only to be met with stinging smacks to the backs of my legs.
Normally he would grab my wrists but this time he didn’t. Letting go of my waist he sat me up and onto his lap, holding me and letting me cry into his shirt. He didn’t seem to care that I was getting tears and snot all over his shoulder.
After a few minutes, he set me back onto the couch and got me a glass of water which I promptly downed. Wiping away my tears and helping me pull my pants back up, he lifted my chin and spoke, “I just wanted to surprise you. Have a good night at class. Let me know you get home safely.”
Through my sniffles, I nodded and smiled a bit, and he let himself out.
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-M
Best kind of surprise, hmm? 😉 Thanks for resurrecting this one and resharing!
Yes! This is my kind of surprise, for sure.
Bottom of the class.
(I have used that one before and promised not to use it again, but it sooo fits here 🙄)
🤣 I was in massage school so there were a lot of bottoms involved hehe
While I liked your story a lot, surely there must be a sequel lurking in your head about how your bottom felt during class, were you aroused during class, did anyone in class, including the teacher, notice your squirming and call you to the front of the class to explain yourself and did you think of going into the washroom after class to slake your lust? If I weren’t marking essays, I might be tempted to write that sequel.
Maybe you should write yours and I’ll write mine then I can post both 😛 I’d enjoy reading that as I embark on my cruise tonight!
Cruise?! (perk!) Which cruise line and where. Did we talk about this already? Unfortunately, I can’t write anything until I mark 32 essays. I probably should start a blog, with just my dozens of stories already “in the can” from SSS and ASS days, But starting a blog sounds like a lot of work.
Anyway, enjoy your cruise while I mark essays. Harrumpf!
We talked about it on Twitter!
I liked the story. I liked the line, “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” The belt is my favorite.
This is one of the vibiest ideas for me, this “you do as you’re told” and a few have actually said it to me and it gets right to my core!