I WAS NAUGHTY

[scarletfanny]

It was a chilly December morning. The snow had begun to fall last night and by this morning, it had given a pretty white dusting to everything which was perfect since it was Christmas Eve. The snow was never welcome at any other time but this day, these two days. It made the lights on houses seem brighter and the decorated trees in people’s windows glow with a sparkle. I had been out since very early before the sun ever shown. I wanted to take advantage of all the last minute deals. I wasn’t supposed to go out but, Victor had to work and as usual when I was left to my own devices, I took full advantage. That normally introduced me to some swift discipline if I was caught out but, I was determined not to get caught out today.
Victor worked in West Sussex in and we lived in East Sussex in. This put him an hour away and me at a safe distance to normally get away with much he was never aware of. I recall one day I had to clean the house and ended up laying about watching telly the whole day and at the last hour just quickly ran a feather duster across things and swept the dirt under the carpets. He never found that one out. As I thought of it, I snickered to myself in the shop whilst looking at some lovely jewelry. I was out this day to net myself a gift. I thought I had been pretty good and deserved to treat myself.

The piece was a gorgeous necklace pendant that was made of cultured pearls, blue sapphires and garnet accents. It had a matching pair of earrings, a ring and even a bracelet. Then I saw the most beautiful handbag and with the same pearls and jewels, too! I had to have them all. they would go perfectly with the garnet red velvet skirt and top I’d gotten just a half hour ago. So, purchases made, I carried my bags with a perky step to my next venture, shoes. Right in the window as if beckoning me were a pair of vintage stout heeled Victorian ladies boots in the same garnet red as my outfit with pretty gold laceups. I asked for my size and had the fitter slide them on. I stood and found them like slippers. they fit to perfection. I felt like Cinderella. I had him put them on the charge card and popped out. I was feeling peckish and stopped for some lovely tea and cucumber and watercress sandwiches followed by some dainty sugar shortbread biscuits. Recharged, I went on to catch the train back. I got home and it was only 2 in the afternoon, plenty of time before Victor would get home from work. I placed my outfit on a hanger and hung it in the back of the wardrobe and placed my jewelry in the handbag and put it up on the shelf in back. Then I placed the box of shoes in the corner of the wardrobe at the bottom. There, all set and I’ll just suprise him with it tomorrow before services at church.
I sat down for a spell to catch my breath and before I knew it, I was gone to sleep. I woke with a start as the hall grandfather clock chimed 4:30pm. Oh, my! Victor would be home in an hour and I’d not got the housecleaning done. I began in earnest sweeping all the floors as fast I could right out to the front stoop hoping the ashes would blow away. I hurriedly dusted all the tops and bottoms of things. then I set about wiping down every other surface and thing. Now, that I had that done, I started supper. I chose a quick pasta dish with a simmered bolognase sauce and made up a tossed salad, some olive oil and herb bread slices and grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine case opening it to allow for breathing. I set the table, looked about for anything that was looking undone, saw nothing and then sat down for a bit. I saw Victor heading up the walk and then I popped up to greet you at the door with a sweet kiss.

"Hello sweetheart, " I cheerily say. "Hello darling, " the warm return. "Dinner is ready and the table is all set honey. Let me take your jacket and I’ll grab your house shoes." "Thank you dear. Such a nice looking dinner. Did this take you very long to make?" "I spent a couple hours on the sauce alone, love." I actually only spent about 15 minutes with a jar sauce, some fresh minced beef and already cooked Italian sausage and some freshly added basil. I had even tossed in a chopped tomato for effect. So, we then sat down to an actually very tasty dinner. "So, what did you do today love?" "Well, you know me, home all day and kept after the cleaning for most of it and then dinner tonight. Nothing exciting." I kept my gaze directly upon you so as to completely seem as I was speaking nothing but truth.
After dinner, I cleaned up all the dishes and put them away. Then it was time for my regular evening maintenance spanking. "It seems you’ve been a good girl so I’m just going to give you a hand and hairbrush tonight and because it’s Christmas only half an hour. Are you ready to have your spanking then like a good girl?" "Yes, Sir." I lowered myself on your lap and reached back to lift my skirt and then inched my panties down to the tops of my thighs. You did the rest pulling them to my knees. You rested your hand on my cheeks which always made me squirm to get closer. Then you began lightly then medium then harder. You followed a steady even rhythm for 15 minutes and paused then, the hairbrush was spanking me and it, too was at a even pace which left me pretty warm but not terribly hot. I was all warm and squidgy now feeling turned on. I could feel your hardness under me as well.
"Now, up with you darling. You were a very good girl tonight. So, time for a treat." And with that you grasp my arm, take me into our bedroom and then take off all of my clothes followed by your own and toss back the covers. We get in and begin to kiss lightly then passionately, our bodies clinging together. Your hands and mine both explore each other and yours find my nipples and begin to squeeze and pinch them in your fingers rolling the ariole. To this I moan and coo like a contented bird. I reach down and begin to encircle and caress your cock sliding tenderly your foreskin back and forth. I am very wet and I place the tip of your very hard cock near the entrance of my tight hot little tunnel. You slide in and nestle there in a slow pumping motion. Soon, the pace quickens and we begin to dance together in the throws of sensual love increasingly getting more intense until we are both drenched in love’s sweet musky sweat. We both arch back and then cum in lovely unison and both reach hands down, mine on your cock which you’ve slid out and yours on my quim both simultaneously pleasuring the other until we cum a second time. Then, both of us spent, we lay together kissing, embracing and speaking our love to each other. Soon, we both drift off to sleep in absolute contentment in each others embrace with my head upon your shoulder.

Morning came and I awoke to find you weren’t in the room. Then suddenly, you reappeared and with a tray of a hot steaming plate of eggs, toast with my favourite jam, fresh brewed coffee and some chocolates, too. "For you darling. Merry Christmas." "Thank you sweetheart! I was going to do this for you!" "I know but, this day is special. Now, eat your breakfast like a good girl and then you must leave the bedroom for a short bit. I always wrap your gifts on Christmas day and you musn’t be about to peak."It was a tradition that I always wrapped his gift the day before and hid it and then he wrapped mine that he hid in the bedroom. I was filled with the excitement of a child. I ate my breakfast which was very tasty, popped down the silky smooth chocolates and then got up, wrapped myself in my robe and carried the tray out to the kitchen to clean up.
I could hear you busy about the bedroom and popped down in front of the telly to watch the early Christmas parade which was broadcast live from London. All of the pomp and regalia and such lovely music put me right in the mood for the day. I glanced over at the tree all decked out in varying shades of red, purple and blue ornament with the gold tinsel and glittery lights and seeing the light dusting of snow outside as a back drop making it look ever more pretty. Soon, you appeared and I turned down the telly and watched as you put the gifts under the tree along with mine which I’d already put there.
"Darling, the boxes look so pretty, almost too pretty to open.""Yes, quite don’t they? Well, it was fun to wrap up your specially chosen gifts. But, I wish to open mine first, if that is ok." "Of course, love, as always you are first." So, I went to the tree and picked up a gift. I handed it to you with a loving kiss on your forehead. It was a larger box which had a puzzlework of smaller and smaller boxes inside. In the smallest one was a solid gold engraved ID bracelet with a single carat diamond at the start of your name. On the inside was{Love Eternal Sweet Cheeks}. Also in the box was a bottle of your favourite cologne. "It’s so lovely darling, Thank You. I love it." "You are so welcome my love. And I have another gift for you, too." "Really, then what is it?" "It’s just tucked under the sofa cushions where it has been cleverly hidden since yesterday." "Naughty girl, " you said with a cat’s grin on your face. I smiled coyly and got it out. It was wrapped in a long package with a ribbon tied round and bowed. You gave a familiar sardonic smile and proceeded to open it. "Very nice darling. Very nice indeed." It was a well crafted custom dragon cane polished to a sheen with a rich umber lacquer that gave it a reddish brown cast. the handle was ornate with bits and flecks of gemstones in it’s gold base. "Very regal and has a nice whistle in the air, too." You swished it about a few times which made me wince some. You noticed and said, "Hmmmm....yes. You know I’ll have to see how well it works." "Yes, Sir." I had an air of submissiveness in my voice as I always did when encountered with new implements that I knew were to be tried and tested on my available bottom.
"Darling. Thank you very much for these lovely gifts and now for your gifts." You smiled at me with a special glint in your eye that piqued my curiosity as to what you’d gotten me. You handed me a small box which I opened cheerfully. Then my eyes bugged out a bit as there it was! The exact same ring I had bought! "Th..thank you sweetie. It’s gorgeous!" You handed me another box and that one had the same earrings and bracelet. Then you gave me another with the necklace, another and the shoes and still one more which had the skirt and top I had bought the day before! "Wow! Thank you my love!" That was my reply but through the joy, I also had a look of puzzlement on my face.
"It seems to me, dear you have seen these things before and no lying because you know how omniscent I am." There was a big smile on your face and an undertone of your diabolical nature. "Well, umm...yes, I have seen these before. Oh, honey. I had bought them yesterday." "I know darling. You went to the Priory Mall in town and you got each of these things and used my credit card and then you came home and hid them. You also did not clean the house till the hour before I came in and you made short shrift of dinner although, that was pretty tasty."
"How? How can you know all this love?" "Because I got off work early and spent the day following you and seeing what you were up to. Now, you spent the amounts of 40gbp, 60gbp, 120gbp, 200gbp, 150gbp, 75gbp and 50gbp for a total of 1260gbp." I had a sudden sinking feeling of what those amounts would entail as you were always coming up with very clever and wicked ways to make my bare cheeks as dark and sore as possible and Christmas Day was of no exception. "So, keeping with those amounts, I feel a discipline is in order today before we go to church so that as you sit on your bottom, your very sore bottom in your lovely new outfit, you will remember this lesson: You must not ever use my credit card unless I give you express permission and you must also know all you had to do was ask and this all would have been yours without an additionally sore red bottom. So, I am going to punish my little minx now and later when we return from church and have had a lovely dinner, you will get your annual Christmas spanking. The order of this punishment will be as follows: My hand for the first 50, the Jokari for 75, the bathbrush for 150, the loopy Johnny for 200, the Cocobolo for 120, this lovely new cane for 60 and finally 40 with the Blade Paddle and I think the one with the holes. Now, go fetch me the tools and then bring them back. I shall have you on the sofa over my knee and you will hand me the implements as I request them. Then you will bend over the sofa arm with your hands on the floor for the others. Now, chop chop!"
I silently went to the bedroom cupboard where all the implements were kept and nervously pulled them all down. I was still in shock at how you followed me, knowing each thing I’d got and then where I’d hid it here. My bottom already felt tingly and it hadn’t been spanked yet. With my countenance decided, you called me over and beckoned me across your knee, a place I was very familiar with on a daily and multiple times daily basis. Laying myself over and settling in, I recalled all the times before today I had been in this same position with much nostalgic waxing. Spanking after spanking had been levied over your knee and I felt very introspective remembering each hot stingy smack. With my recollection set in my mind now, I snuggle in closer to you and although punishment loomed like the sword of damacles, I felt safe, loved and contented.
Soon, that safety would be tested as would the contentment as your hand came thunderously down in two well aimed smacks one on each cheek. I always knew never to count the first few of them as you always warmed up, practiced your spanks to get them just right every time. Several more followed getting harder and my bottom already warming to a nice deep simmer. Thus far I had been silent and even had a bit of a half pouty half smiling face. As the spanking grew more intense my smile faded and my pout dissolved into a dampening of my eyes which then welled and little tears began to leak out. I was still fairly silent except for an exclamation of ’oh’ or ’ooow’ here and there as a spank would catch me off guard because of your adherence to sporadic timing.

I glanced down in front of me where the remainder of the implements lay taking in a deep breath in trepidation of the ones which were to follow your hand. Your hand was so strong and spanked with such force, it was an implement in and of itself to be reckoned with. What seemed an eternity passed and I knew you had easily exceeded the count number you gave me for your hand warm up which was more like a hand hot up. "Now, hand me the Jokari paddle like a good girl and ask me to use it." I reached over and picked up the Jokari and handed it round to you saying, "Sir, please use this paddle to punish me for being such a naughty girl and shopping without your permission and using your credit card against your rule." "Yes, dear Diane. I will, happily." And then the spank on each cheek, uncounted of course as these were just practice shots. Then CCCrrraaaccckkkkkk!!! You did them in half. You spanked each cheek 35 times without switching back and forth which was an incredibly intense feeling. My cheeks were throbbing now, the heat turned up to full on and my tears and cries now audible. You loved my reactions to things. I would often amuse you to the point of laughter with my reactions to things like the dreaded blade paddle and the canes you’d made and birches. You loved to see me act in our role plays and how so into the role I’d get. It was all part of our very rich and varied dynamic.
"Well. We are colouring up prettily today. A crimson bum to go with a lovely crimson ensemble. I can’t wait to see you squirm in church love." I felt so submissive now and yet a wee bit defiant. It was Christmas and I was being punished. I stuck out my tongue and earned another set of 75 of the Jokari! I’d not do that again. My bottom was on fire now. "How about that lovely bath brush now darling." "Yes, Sir. Please spank me with it and hard because I have been a naughty girl, Sir" "With joy my love." Because of its longer handle you held the it vertically and this made sure the smacks would land on my sit spots. These were alternated between right and left with a flurry of warmups uncounted. As each fell, my sit spots burned as if I had sat directly in a pile of hot coals. After 150, I was sobbing. "There, are we learning a nice painful lesson this day?" "Yes, Sir. I am. I am sorry I shopped without your permission and used your credit." "You may well be sorry dear but, I’ll ensure you are very sorry by the time I’m done and that you stay that way. Now, hand me the loopy Johnny like a good girl should." I grasped it and handed it to you. "Sir, please punish my bare bottom with this loopy Johnny so that I will learn to ask permission before I do things." "Yes, my sweet, with pleasure." You then slid me forward so that my bare cheeks were propped upright and lashed at them a few times to make sure you were on target and then they came. The loopy Johnny had the distinction of feeling like two implements. It felt like a cane because of its thinnish rod like shape and also felt like a single tailed whip and could be used in a cross hatch swing whilst the victim was standing and bent slightly to jut the bottom out. It’s material was either leather or rubber. This was rubber which stung more. You loved ones that caused the most sting and heat.
By the time it had finished its work with much tearful pleading and discomfort, I had a spaghetti work of lines all over my bared flesh to go along with the deepening redness. I could feel the lines raising, the skin becoming tight and the sore ache that followed. I was only half way done being punished. "Well, doesn’t my sweet cheeks look so pretty now. Yes, her bare bottom is all red. puffy and raised lines. What a lovely Christmas pattern. Hand me the Cocobolo now. Be a good girl." "Yes, Sir." With tears streaming down my face, I handed up the paddle. "Please, Sir. Spank me with this to ensure I always mind you from now on." "Yes, indeed I will and you had better learn your lesson today or I will repeat and triple it next time." "Yes, Sir." Then, like a herd of angry wasps, the Cocobolo came down and once more you opted for the single cheek, started with the left and then moved to the right when you’d done with the left. Heat upon heat and now a nagging itch as the Cocobolo always had that effect. It sort of picked my flesh up in its wood grains and then it peeled it back off. When it peeled off, it left my bottom feeling well stung and with a scratchy itch. My bottom now felt almost twice its size and throbbed like a heartbeat at full running speed.
"Stand up darling and go lay over the sofa arm in the prescribed fashion and no dawdling or I will repeat the previous amounts all over. Now Go!" And with that you gave me several crisp spanks with your hand. I scrambled up and made sure to grab the remaining implements as you’d want me to hand them up to you. I went to the sofa, laid the implements on the floor, then propped myself over the arm and rested my palms on the floor. "Good girl, now spread your legs apart just a bit more. That’s a girl. Hand me the new cane. I can’t wait to try it out. Very lovely choice darling. You know how I like my Dragon Canes, especially the ones from Coventry Canes." I handed it up. "Sir, please cane my bare cheeks. Punish them to make certain I will obey you and ask permission for everything always." "Yes, I shall love and with deep desire, too." You rested the cane on my cheeks and trailed it down horizontally and then vertically using just the tip. You always loved to tease me with the canes before actually lashing me with them. It built the tension to the maximum. Slowly you traced along my legs and up to my spine gliding the tip along it making me shiver and my bottom visibly quiver. You loved to see my bottom shaking like jelly. You brought it up into my hair and then even caressed my face with it touching it to my lips. I spontaneously kissed it. I kissed the tool which would punish my bottom and raise lines on it. You gave a short wicked and very pleased laugh. I love to do things like this to please you and to let you know I was embracing the discipline.
Several moments passed as you savoured them and took in my spanked flesh with your eyes. You drank it like a goblet of fine wine, rich red merlot. Then THWICK! The first stroke across the middle, the line raised immediately and the skin pulled very tight. "Oww!" was my very suprised cry. The acuteness of it was amazing. This cane was decidedly lethal. You loved canes probably the best of all. You could wield them like a fine artist at the easel crafting your canvas, my bare bottom flesh as if it were the Sistine chapel and you were Michaelangelo. You used them like they were swords and you a grand Highlander in a battle with your arch nemesis whose powers you would receive after you’d slain them with one swift cut. For you caning was the most pleasurable of pass times, a skill you held and a tool you could play with altering your "brushstrokes" as you chose for the maximum effect and design.
You delivered the first 30 so that they covered every inch of my bottom horizontally from the top to the underside cleft. Then you stood at my head and sent 30 evenly spaced and evenly distributed cuts bacon sliced. Bacon slices were some of your favourites as they crossed the regular slices and had the effect of making my bare bottom look like a checkerboard.
"And you know what is next my dear? Yes, you do, don’t you. You know I save the best for last. Pick it up dear. Embrace it. Love the Blade my dear and do give it a nice little kiss. These shall be for your deception and they will be very hard. You will count them and thank me. You will ask for the next and then at the end, you will thank the blade for punishing you as you will thank me. If you miss one count, I am going to begin your punishment from the beginning. You were wrong to deceive me and you are going to remember this lesson and never deceive me again. Now, then pick it up and kiss it lovingly." With tears gushing down my face, a look of fear and all the emotion now running through me of how ashamed I was for doing things without your permission and then deceiving you into the bargain, I was a complete train wreck.
I picked up the blade paddle. This one was a double thickness and holes so it would carry the most sting, heat and pain.I raised it so fretfully to my lips feeling the coolness, that deceptive coolness against them and kissed it. I felt like I could wretch right now. The 40 I was to get with this would equal and surpass the other 650 I had already gotten.
"Please, Sir. Please punish me with the blade so that I will learn never to deceive you again. Please punish me severely, Sir." "Yes, my love. Yes, I will and it will be very severe, too. I can and will ensure this. Now, you know I practice first and you know that your count must not begin till I have had my test shots. You are responsible for knowing when that is. If you are off, you will start your discipline all over and receive triple the blade." I got very nervous wondering if I would be able to guess the count start. You slid the cool blade across my bottom and then brought it down in a flurry of hard smacks. Fortunately I guessed correctly because after the flurry there was a second’s pause and then SMACK! The first very hard direct hit on my cheeks which went through every layer to my bones making a white hot heat! "One, Sir. Thank you. May I have another?" Two through 20 were delivered and I almost missed count on 20. I received an extra flurry of spanks for almost missing it to remind me to keep the correct count. The heat was unbearable, excrutiating pain emanated, radiated from my cheeks. Then 20 through 40 and finally it stopped. I was beyond all tears now choking, sobbing out my dry pleas. Each progressive smack of the blade went deeper and deeper until it had penetrated the interior of my bones. My bottom was a mass of raised lines, welts and splotches along with a very deep plum hue. You then peeled me off the sofa arm and took me into your arms. You sat on the sofa and pulled me down onto your lap and even you gave utterance of a moan with the heat that went through your trousers. I winced and cried as I sat on my extremely sore bottom.
"And has my darling learned that she is to ask permission and not be such a deceitful minx? Have you learned your lesson this day?" "Yes, " I said with choking tears, "I have, Sir. I shall always ask first and I shall never be deceitful to you anymore. I am so sorry I was so naughty. Please forgive me, Sir." "Yes, of course you are forgiven. This is why I spank you so that you can be forgiven and neither of us holds ill against each other. By chastising you I have brought you back to me, a cleansed pure lady, my good girl." Then you kissed me very sweetly and tenderly and held me close to cry out my tears. "Now, let’s get ready for church. I have more gifts that you can open when we get back. And don’t think you are getting out of your Christmas spanking nor your nightly maintenance either." You smiled a huge happy and wicked grin. then you lifted me off your lap, gave me a couple sharp spanks and I scurried off to get dressed in my new outfit, my bottom so sore, so hot and feeling so very loved. I heard you call out as I was in the bedroom, "Merry Christmas my love!" "Merry Christmas my darling, my Master!"

[rayzstrap]

Fantastic story, I loved it...have to read it again.