Have you made plans for this weekend yet? You could always stay in, get yourself a copy of Weekend Plans, and find your way to all the different endings. Here’s one:

You gather Julie up into your arms and lie back on the bed with her, holding her close. She cries against your chest for a couple more minutes, but eventually the tears subside to sniffles.

She leans up and kisses your jaw. “Thank you,” she says, her voice a little hoarse, like she has a cold. That’s what crying does to her. “I didn’t think that would ever happen to me.”

“Crying from a spanking?”

She nods. “I’ve been getting spanked pretty much my entire adult life, and never once did I break down like that.”

“Are you… okay?”

“Oh, yes. Yes.” She kisses you again and then rolls onto her side — with a whimper of pain — so she can look up at you. “That was exactly what I needed. Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me with it,” you say. She has one hand on your stomach; you reach down and lace your fingers with hers. “I’m glad we’re back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She pauses. “I think that’s why I wanted you to spank me like that. I think… I thought… that if someone I cared about spanked me — really, really spanked me — I might be able to cry.”

“I’m glad I could be that person for you.”

“Me too.” She squeezes your hand. “I guess it takes getting spanked by someone I love.”

You look into her light-brown eyes and she nods.

“I love you, Shawn.”

Something in your chest unclenches, something you didn’t know was there in the first place. “I love you too.”

This time Julie kisses your lips, soft and chaste and… well… lovingly. You know she doesn’t want more than that, so you tell her you’ll be right back. You go to the bathroom, undress, and turn off the light, and once in bed she turns away so you can spoon up behind her. Her backside is still hotter than a stove burner, and it turns you on, but you control that part of yourself. There’ll be time for that tomorrow.

And more spankings too. For as long as she wants them.

I particularly enjoy this ending at the moment because last night I gave a spanking that caused tears on multiple occasions. I love tears; they’re one of my biggest turn-ons. I don’t really know why, but I think it’s because of this picture of Angelina Jolie in Rolling Stone in 1999:

I mean, yes, okay, she’s a beautiful woman, but I don’t know why (a) they included a picture of her crying (b) it had such an effect on me.

In the exceedingly-unlikely event you’re reading this, Angelina: thank you for doing that pictorial.