Tuesday, October 16, 2012

CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH G

Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!


TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO HERE.




 
 If you’re in the middle of a temper tantrum, continue.

Your significant other tells you that you are going to be spanked for going over your allotted time on the computer.  He adds that it’s up to you whether you will also be spanked for acting like a petulant, peevish little girl. (You hate it when he pulls out the SAT words on you.  And the alliteration—please.)  He says you have ten seconds to put yourself back over his knee or it’s two spankings for you.

You’re waaay too caught up in your tantrum to even consider obeying the…bastard.  (Your vocabulary is as good as his, but it’s deserted you.  That’s how mad you are.  You’re so mad you’ve even forgotten your pajama bottoms fell to your ankles in your dash away from…the bastard.)  You tell him to go to hell and call him a bastard a few more times. 

He doesn’t get angry.  He simply strides over to you.  You try to run, but those damn pajama bottoms tangled around your feet won’t let you.  He grabs you by the waist and drags you back toward the sofa.  He stops at the coffee table and plants one foot on it, then bends you over his thigh and starts spanking.  You try to get away again, but he keeps one arm wrapped over your back and around your waist.  It’s like a vise.  All you can do is balance on your tiptoes, your head hanging down so far your nose is almost on the floor as he spanks you.  And spanks you.  And spanks you some more, covering every inch of your fanny and even getting the tops of your thinghs.  You’re sure he’s going to stop any second.  Your whole bottom is on fire.  Instead, he picks one spot.  It’s on the fullest part of your left butt cheek.  He spanks that one spot until you start to scream.  Until you start to cry.  And you didn’t want to cry in front of the bastard-y him.  He proves he really is a bastard by moving his hand to a spot on the center of your bottom and giving it the same treatment. 

Finally, it’s over.  He guides you into an upright position and lowers his foot to the floor.  Then he takes your chin between this thumb and forefinger and tilts your face up until you’re forced to look him in the eye.  He tells you now it’s time for you to be punished for not honoring your agreement about how long you would stay on the computer.

But, but, but…that’s what he just did, you protest.  No, he just spanked you for throwing that temper tantrum, remember?  He tells you to go to the bathroom, get his hairbrush, and bring it to him.  You really don’t like the sound of that.


If you decide there is no way he’s getting anywhere near you with any hairbrush and tell him so, go HERE.

f you really don’t want him getting anywhere near you with any hairbrush, but are afraid to disobey now that you’ve seen how stern your sweetie can get, go HERE.


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