Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
In this case, the lady is me (I am not actually a lady), and the thing I’m protesting is punishment.
I tell people that I prefer to give spankings for fun, but whenever I have to punish someone, there’s a corresponding reaction that occurs. When I lecture them, I start to feel it. When the spanking starts, I definitely know it’s happening. Eventually it does go away, but it’s there at the start.
Last night I met up with a friend who needed to be punished. We also did some fun spanking afterward, but the punishment came first. A hand spanking, and then sixty swats with a small paddle.
It seems that a lot of my writing contains punishments too. Lessons has a lot of punishment spankings in it. So does Baker’s Dozen. It also seems that people prefer stories with punishments in them — when I review my sales stats, Baker’s Dozen is the book I sell the most copies of, by a wide margin. In the last 90 days, all of my sales have been of that book, with the exception of two copies of Butt Stuff.
So maybe I should just write more punishment stories.
Here’s an excerpt of one from Baker’s Dozen, called “Strong Medicine”, about a woman with a heart transplant who doesn’t refill her meds on time and gets punished for it.
“I hate when this happens,” he continued, his voice rough, “because it scares the hell out of me.”
Tori choked back a sob.
“And, hopefully, it won’t happen again for a long time.”
It won’t, she promised herself, even as she steeled herself for the thunderous spanking she knew was coming.
But it didn’t. Not immediately, anyway. Instead, Tori heard Doug unbuckle his belt and pull it out of the loops of his jeans.
Her heart thumped — acutely reminding her that it wasn’t hers. Not really. But it still beat hard, her adrenaline firing — Doug had been wearing his new belt pretty much every day since they’d gotten it at the craft fair. He’d taken a belt to her before, but never one like this. And he was far stronger than Pop had ever been.
Without warning, before she could even take another breath, Doug’s belt whipped through the air and cracked against her backside with a thick, heavy THWAP!
Tori howled, the tears in her eyes going from shameful to agonized. It was by far the worst thing she’d ever felt.
And Doug was apparently going to THWAP! go just as fast as THWAP! he usually did.
Tori barely THWAP! managed to catch her breath between THWAP! licks, the pain so bad it THWAP! made her want to beg, to plead, to THWAP! promise to be a good girl, but THWAP! all she could do was choke out THWAP! helpless, breathy screams as Doug punished THWAP! her for her mistake.
And, THWAP! worse, for lying to him. THWAP!
She broke down into THWAP! uncontrollable tears. THWAP! She would never, ever do this again. She would THWAP! refill her meds on time, and THWAP! not lie, and never, ever THWAP! give Doug a reason to use THWAP! this belt ever, ever THWAP! again.
As if from a distance, she heard him say, “last one.”
And then, with barely any time to prepare, the belt slammed down with one final THWAP!, leaving a line of searing fire across the backs of her previously-untouched thighs.
But it was over.
It was over, and Doug was helping her up on unsteady legs. It was over, and she was cradled on top of Doug, her head on his chest, her bottom a throbbing mass of pain that pulsed with every beat of her heart.
What do you think about punishment stories? Do you prefer them to stories of fun spankings? What about in real life? I’d love to know.