Today is Cinco de Mayo. It’s also “Revenge of the Fifth”. In 2023, which is when Holliday Heat takes place, it was the middle of Frolicon. I had my characters go to the event, and the story for May 5 featured Charlie and Jeannette. Here’s some of what happened on that day, in that story, when Jeannette and Shawn (from Weekend Plans) did a scene together:

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She took a couple of deep breaths. “May I please have the strap?”

“Much better.” Shawn tapped her bottom with the spoon and then set it aside in favor of the strap. Then he moved back a bit and measured her up, the leather flicking gently on her skin. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Good girl.”

He swung the strap and it landed with a crack! across Jeannette’s ass. She sighed happily.

Crack!

A hum of enjoyment.

Crack!

A shift from side to side.

Slowly and methodically, swinging hard, Shawn painted Jeannette’s backside with the strap. He missed a couple of times, landing licks on her upper thighs that burned, but she didn’t complain because he clearly hadn’t done it on purpose, and anyway she didn’t want him to stop. She was a puddle of endorphins, barely able to ask for more when Shawn checked in, but she did manage it, and after he ran his hand over her ass he moved away, ready to give her more.

This time, it was like he swung the strap overhand, the crack! louder than ever, and Jeannette squealed again, a combination of pain and pleasure. She felt the leather raising welts on her backside, held her thighs tightly together, gasped for breath as he crack! strapped crack! her crack! undoubtedly-red crack! backside.

Then, without warning, he put the strap aside and leaned in, driving his hand into Jeannette’s bottom as hard as he could, mercilessly spanking her ass. She tried to get away — didn’t want to, but her body wasn’t listening to what her brain was telling it — but Shawn managed to hold her in place until he was done, until she was moaning in pain. Only then did he stop, rubbing her lower back, bending down to her ear. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She heard the happiness in her voice even through the pain.

“You still have six more swats coming.”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Use a safeword and we won’t do them.”

Jeannette shook her head. “I want them.”

Shawn picked up the paddle, rested the cool, smooth wood on her scaled backside. “Here we go.”

Jeannette clenched her eyes shut, pressed her lips together.

Whack!

“Ow!” she yelped, kicking her feet. “Ow ow ow ow!”

The only response was another whack!, one that pulled a shout from her throat. Her ass was truly on fire now, burning like it was under attack from a thousand fire ants.

Whack!

Shawn wasn’t holding back — Jeannette could tell — and she felt a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t want to cry, but–

Whack!

–but it hurt so bad, so much worse than any paddling Charlie, or anyone else, had ever given her. She gritted her teeth and–

Whack!

A keening wail escaped her tight lips.

“One more,” he said. “One more swat. You can do it. I know you can do it.”

Jeannette nodded.

Whack!

Now she howled, on the verge of tears, but the spanking was over, finally over, and Shawn was half on top of her torso, hugging her, telling her she did great. She sniffed and pushed into him, her bottom aching. “You have bruises,” he whispered. “We can’t take pictures in here, but we can take some in the hall if you want.”

“I want.” Her own whisper was hoarser than usual, and she swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Let me get you some water.”

Jeannette laid there, prone and sore, waiting; when Shawn came back, he helped her onto her side, and then off the massage table — she held her dress up, not wanting anything to touch her ass just yet. Then she sipped the water he’d brought while he cleaned off their play space.

“Come on.” He took her hand with his free one and led her out, her dress still up, and once they were back on the convention floor Jeannette bent over a table so Shawn could get photos of her — using her phone, not his.

“Wow.” She examined the pictures, still bent over, not really wanting to move. “That’s kind of amazing.”

“Your ass is amazing.”

Jeannette pushed up to her feet, allowing her dress to fall; even the soft brush of fabric had her hissing with pain. But it was worth it — she had small round spoon bruises all over her ass, and her sit-spots, where he’d concentrated the paddle swats, were so dark-red that they were just this side of purple. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her dress and then hugged Shawn impulsively; he hugged her back, tucking her head against his shoulder. “This was so great,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Thanks.” She didn’t think he was really able to figure out what else to say.

“I’m going up to my room,” she said. “Can I post these? And tag you?”

“Of course. You can add me as a friend, too, if you want.”

“I want.” She kissed his cheek and then pulled away. “Have a good night.”

“You too. I’ll check in on you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

Back in the room, Jeannette stripped off all her clothes and laid down on the bed on her front side. Her ass still burned — deliciously so — and she touched up the photos on her phone before posting them, and then adding a status update about how much pain she was in. It was only 11:30 now, so Charlie still had some time with Kristine, but when Jeannette thought about it she decided she didn’t mind so much. She’d keep her hearing aids in, take a nap, and then be ready for him when he got back.

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If you want to read the whole thing, pick up Holiday Heat: May, which is free for you if you have Kindle Unlimited (and only $2.99 for non-subscribers). It’s 55,000 words, which makes it about as long as Lessons, so you’re getting a whole novel’s worth of sex and spanking. I think that’s a pretty reasonable price to pay.

And now, here’s a few good Revenge of the Fifth memes that I found: