a spanking is the truest form of foreplay for this bratty sub who craves punishment almost as much as she craves pleasure.

There’s something about knowing you’re going to get a spanking that can color your whole day, and there’s something about actually getting a spanking that can color your whole night. Or color your ass cheeks. Whichever comes first.

Todd had warned me that I was due for a spanking. My uppity tone of voice had pushed him to the limits. Of course, I’d used that uppity tone on purpose. Some might say “uppity” is my middle name, and pushing Todd past his limits is something I do not only with finesse but with pleasure.

“Tonight,” Todd said when I was getting ready to leave the house in the morning. “Tonight, Tracie, we’re going to have a long, hard session between my hand and your bare ass.”

My pussy tightened at his words. I’d been expecting him to lay down the law at some point, but that didn’t make this scene any less sexy.

“Do you understand me, Tracie?”

His blue eyes were piercing. I stared into them, and then quickly looked away. When Todd gazes at me like that I almost feel as if he can look through me. With my eyes lowered, I nodded.

“Tracie … ” There was a warning in his voice.

“Yes, Todd, I understand,” I told him automatically.

There was a slight shiver to my words, a clear tremor of excitement.

“So give them here.”

I sighed. When Todd tells me I’m due for a spanking, he expects me to spend all day thinking about my punishment. Which means that he confiscates my panties so that I have to go to work with nothing on under my clothes. Today, I was wearing a black jersey dress and a matching cardigan. I set down my purse and lifted my hem. While Todd watched, I carefully slid my panties down over my thigh-high stockings and then stepped out of them. Todd had his hand out. I bent to retrieve the scarlet panties and then placed them in his palm. My hand was shaking. Todd didn’t say a word.

Feeling him clocking my ever move, I lowered my dress and smoothed my palms along the fabric. I knew I didn’t have on any panties. Todd knew I didn’t have on any panties. But I didn’t think anyone else would be the wiser.

“See you tonight,” Todd said. I left with my face feeling hot.

I knew I wasn’t going to get a lot of work done. Not without my knickers on. Not while thinking about Todd’s firm hand meeting my upturned ass.

On the train, I thought about Todd spanking me.

At the office, I thought about Todd spanking me.

Undoubtedly, he would ask me to tell him why I deserved a spanking before he began. I know the drill. I’ve been through this often enough. Todd and I have engaged in spanking play since we first got together. At the end of our very first date, he had me bent over the hood of his car while he spanked me. But that didn’t make my nervousness any less real.

I ran through the scenario in my head as I poured my first cup of coffee. Todd would have his stern face on. He would stand me before him, and I’d let him know I understood why he was going to give me what for. Yes, I knew what the reasons were. Uppity isn’t the only thing I’d been. I can really turn on the bratty attitude when I want to. I don’t always think before I talk. Recently, I’d been reveling in the role of the wiseass. Sometimes, I would catch a look on Todd’s face that would let me know I’d gone too far. Or almost too far. But for the past week, he had not put me over his lap once. He hadn’t even given me a playful swat. I’d been in punishment purgatory. Tonight, Todd was going to settle the score.

The thought made my blood hot with lust. I was a mess at my desk, unable to do even the simplest tasks with any sort of success. In the middle of the morning, I finally gave up and retreated to the ladies’ room. What was the point in pretending I had control over my libido? Clearly, my body needed release. My pussy was practically begging me to give in to my urges.

Even as I told myself not to, told myself to be strong, assured myself that Todd would be displeased, I locked myself in the farthest stall. With my long legs spread for balance, I pulled my dress to my waist, shoved one hand between my legs, and stroked my pussy.

The sigh that slipped past my lips was one of pure carnality. My fingers met instant wetness. I was absolutely dripping, and I leaned back against the wall of the stall and started to finger-fuck my pussy as the climax steadily built within me.

The whole time, I thought of Todd — thought of him telling me to bend over and hold my ankles. Thought of him using his belt on me, or a paddle, or even his bare hand. For spanking fiends like us, all of these scenarios occur on a regular basis. I don’t even have a favorite style. I prefer to be spanked — well spanked — plain and simple. Whatever way Todd chooses to heat my ass is fine with me. But the anticipation drove me crazy. In my mind, Todd was right there with me, bending me at the waist, telling me to put my hands on the pink wall of the stall for balance, and then smacking my bouncy ass cheeks with his firm, hard palm.

All of these visions worked to bring me to a beautiful climax. I had to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from crying out. I didn’t need my coworkers rushing to check on my well-being.

After that, I felt slightly more peaceful — if a little guilty. Once I’d gotten the orgasm out of the way, I had time to rue my insolent behavior. Todd wouldn’t be pleased with me when he found out. And I knew he’d find out. Todd has a sixth sense about when I touch myself. He seems intricately wired to my own dark longings.

At lunchtime, my phone rang. Todd was on the other end, and he told me to meet him in the garage on the third level. I wondered what he had in mind. I shouldn’t have. When I went to the level he’d told me, I saw him sitting in the front seat of his sedan. I came closer to the car, but when I peeked in the window, my heart seemed to stop. In the passenger seat was my hairbrush.

“You have to be kidding,” I said as I opened the door, regretting my tone as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

“And that’s why you’re going to get your first spanking now,” Todd said.

“Here?”

I should have shut up. I should have kept my mouth closed. I should have done all sorts of intelligent things, none of which I did. Todd shook his head. He motioned for me to get into the backseat with him. Thankfully, his car has tinted windows. Most likely nobody would see what was about to happen to me. Todd pulled me across his lap and then stroked my ass cheeks through my dress. As mortified as I was, I hoped he would simply spank me and not feel under the jersey. Because if he let his hand wander beneath the stretchy fabric, he would discover my secret: that I was wetter than wet. Would he spank me without checking? Would I be so lucky?

Not a chance. Todd pulled the hem up to my hips, and then I felt his big palm caressing my naked ass cheeks I sucked in my breath as he stroked me. If he simply began the spanking, I wouldn’t have to confess that I’d masturbated in the ladies’ room. But if he didn’t … Todd’s hands parted my cheeks, and I felt myself blush instantly. His fingertip gently circled my anus, and I actually put my hand back, as if to protect myself. Todd laughed, which sent a chill through me. He brought his hand lower, and his middle finger probed my pussy. Then he sighed. I could feel his hard cock beneath me. I’d been discovered. There was no excuse for the copious wetness that greeted his knowing touch.

“What have we here?” Todd asked.

But he knew. I could tell he was smiling even without seeing his face. I buried my head in the crook of my elbow. I didn’t want to respond. I didn’t want to have to tell him what I’d been doing, what I’d been up to. And at work, no less.

“You know the rules,” Todd said, and the smile had vanished and his voice was icy. “You answer when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Todd,” I murmured into the car seat.

“Let’s try this again,” Todd said. “What have we here?”

When he said the word “here,” he stroked my clit hard. I nearly came on his touch.

Stammering, I confessed in a jumbled rush, “I made myself come earlier.”

I was sure that Todd wasn’t the least bit surprised by my revelation. After being together for four years, he does know what his sexy promises do to me by now.

“Tell me about it,” was all he said.

I kept waiting for him to spank me, but he didn’t. He didn’t even land a single playful swat. All he did was rest one hand against me, letting me feel the warmth of his skin. He was a spanking tease! That’s what he was. I was dying for him to land blow after blistering blow. My pussy was a lake of sexy juices. My body was alive with the rush of adrenaline. And all Todd wanted to do was talk. The sadist.

Knowing this was all part of his master plan, I said, “I ducked into the ladies’ room and thought about you spanking me.”

“Tell me more,” Todd insisted, but now his hand had finally—dear lord, finally!—raised up, and I held my breath, anticipating the first blissful blow.

No such luck. He was simply maneuvering me on his lap. His knee pressed against my pussy, and I moaned. Positioned this way, I would not have much trouble grinding myself to another otherworldly climax. That is, if Todd would let me.

“I want you describe exactly what fantasy you made yourself come to, you little spanking slut.”

“I imagined you spanking me,” I said, and I pushed my cunt down hard against his knee.

He didn’t stop me right away. In fact, I felt as if he actually raised his knee up a little bit, to give me more of the pressure I desired.

“I thought of you putting me over your lap,” I continued, “and giving me a warm-up spanking with your hand. Before … well … ”

“Before what?” Todd demanded.

His voice was a little hoarse, which let me know my story was working for him the way his knee was working for me.

“Before letting me really feel the sting of your paddle.”

Then suddenly Todd was making my fantasies come true. He began with his hand on my bare ass. I have been spanked over Todd’s lap too many times to count. But each time is like the first time for me. I drew in a breath at the flare of pain that his hand brought when it met my bare bottom. Then I sighed as the pain almost instantaneously melted into pure dreamy pleasure. He smacked me on the other side next, and the same miraculous spanking magic occurred. Pain then pleasure, over and over, until I was nearly humping his lap as he punished me. Todd soon put a stop to that. He’d been lenient at first, allowing me to get my grind on with my cunt to his knee.

But as he sensed that I was going to get myself off, he said, “Hold yourself still and take your punishment. You came without asking for permission this morning. Don’t let that happen again.”

I understood the rules now. He hadn’t told me I couldn’t get off. He’d told me that I had to ask. He rained the blows on my bottom, and I held myself in check. Then he reached for my brush, which I’d forgotten all about during the hand-spanking. Todd gifted me with this brush on our second anniversary. I had known as soon as I’d opened the present that he did not intend for me to use the device on my hair. The thing has a heavy wooden back and handle that’s coated in black enamel. Generally, it sits on my dressing table.

Now, Todd had the brush in his hand and he pressed the smooth wooden back to my well-primed ass cheeks The implement felt cool against my hot skin, but I knew that would change quickly. Todd didn’t give me a number to count to. He didn’t tell me what to expect. He simply started to spank me, firmly landing the hard-backed brush against my bottom until I was breathless. Each smack made a satisfying sound in the car that somehow added to the experience of being disciplined over Todd’s knee.

When he’d decided I’d received enough, he released the brush and switched the game. The paddling session had brought a fresh wave of juices to my already sodden pussy. But it was only when he parted my thighs and began to softly spank my pussy with his fingertips that I reached my limit.

“I’m going to come,” I told him. “Oh, fuck, Todd. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

He kept up the pattern of soft smacks against my slippery pussy lips. To my delight and relief, he said, “Come, Tracie. Let yourself come for me,” and I free-fell into the orgasm.

This was different from making myself climax in the women’s room. This was a star-spangled climax; my eyes shut tightly, my whole body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Todd let me take my time to collect myself. He held me upright on his lap, my bottom smarting and my breath hitching.

Then he said, “Fix your dress and go back to work. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes, Todd,” I said, still caught in the haze of my orgasm.

“Don’t be late,” Todd added before I shut the car door.

I promised him that I wouldn’t.

And then I was.

I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t my fault. But I was lying. I intentionally made sure I was a full ten minutes late coming home, knowing that Todd would be sure to notice every tick of the clock as he waited for me to arrive. I pictured him in our living room, staring at the clock over the mantel, mentally tallying the seconds as the hands inched slowly forward. I dawdled on the walk home. I paused to admire a store window. I practically dragged my feet on the steps up to our house. Every clack of my heels on the cement made me think of a spanking. Every step I took reminded me of what he’d given me this afternoon. Todd opened the front door before I could. He did not look happy. He had his belt in his hand.

I’d missed the part where he undid the buckle and pulled the leather through the loops. I’d missed the part where he made me watch him snap the length of leather in the air.

Todd shook his head at me, but I caught the light in his eyes. We were ensconced in the game, but that glint let me know that yes, this was a game. A spanking game we both adored.

“Get in the bedroom,” he said, and he motioned with his chin down the hall.

I scampered to follow his command. In the room, he had left one item by the bed: a paddle. I sucked in my breath when I saw it. If I’d thought Todd was going to be satisfied with using his belt alone, I was sorely mistaken. “Sorely” was the right word indeed!

Todd was right behind me, and he told me to take off my clothes. As I only had on the dress, thigh-highs and heels, the act didn’t take me long. I tried to stretch out the moments somewhat in a poor attempt to give myself a little extra time. Todd saw right through this foolish act, and he came forward and positioned me on the bed exactly how he wanted me: on my hands and knees facing away from him. I could guess that my ass was still pink in places from the earlier punishment session. Todd didn’t seem to care about that at all.

“I’m going to give you ten with the belt,” he said, “then ten with your paddle.”

“And then … ?” I started to ask, even though I ought to have known better and stayed silent.

“And then we’ll see,” he said, and my pussy fluttered at his words.

I wanted him to fuck me, but he’d just let me know that I’d better behave if I craved a reward.

I held myself entirely still for Todd as he used his leather belt on my ass. I braced my arms, lowered my head, and bit my lip to keep myself quiet. I was pleased with my behavior, and I hoped that Todd was, too. That’s when he picked up the paddle, but he didn’t start spanking me right away, either. Curious, I looked over my shoulder at him. He was taking off his own clothes. This was a good sign to me.

To my delight, Todd got behind me on the bed and entered my pussy in one hard thrust. I enveloped him in instant wetness, my pussy a serious well of juices. Todd groaned when he felt how turned on I was. Then he held my waist with one hand and began to fuck me in neat, steady strokes. I had been craving this all day, desperate for the moment I would be filled by his cock. Todd, of course, had other plans. After wetting his stiff dick in my hole, he pulled out, lined up the paddle, and gave me three quick blows. I squealed. There was no more staying quiet for me.

Almost immediately, Todd took up position again and began to give me what I needed. His cock touched deep inside me. My pussy clenched against him in desperation. Then he pulled out again, and I saw how this was going. He landed another three startling smacks right on my sweet spot before resuming my fucking once more. I found that I was teetering on that high-wire place between the pain of the spanking and the pleasure of Todd’s cock, and after the next round of sizzling smacks, I climaxed wildly when he entered me.

This seemed to have been Todd’s goal, because he pulled out to land the tenth fierce blow on my disciplined ass before dropping the paddle and holding my waist with both of his hands. There was a rhythm to the strokes then — he fucked me piston-fast and hammer-hard. It was almost as if I didn’t stop coming. Not like one orgasm after the next, but like one long climax that left me shaking and breathless as Todd filled me up with his own cream. I was sort of stunned after that. Todd withdrew from my spasming cunt, and I collapsed onto the bed, rolling over to feel the luxurious sheets against my well-spanked bottom.

Todd grinned at me wickedly, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. He kissed my lips, then the hollow of my throat, then flipped me back over and kissed my stinging ass cheeks. When he was done, he pulled me into his warm embrace.

“You know what you are?” Todd said as he cradled me in his arms.

“What am I?” I asked, and I was aware that my uppity tone was back already.

It never leaves for long.

“You, my sweet girl, are fit to be spanked.”

I ducked my head against his chest so he couldn’t see my smile.

— S.W., Florida