As my GWWA story continues, we find Shannon, our main character, asking her FWB for a belting. It does not go as planned.

Speaking of the kinky side of herself, Shannon was looking forward to that night. She and Jose had admitted to each other that they weren’t going to date for real, that it was just a friendship with benefits – – or, more precisely, benefits with a touch of friendship – – and Shannon was [looking forward] to enjoying some of those benefits. 

Jose didn’t make a fuss when Shannon asked him to spank her, and when she said harder, he went harder. But something was missing. 

“You okay?” Jose asked when he stopped for a break. 

“Mm.” It was a noncommittal noise. Shannon could feel the intense heat flowing through her body, from her backside up and between her legs. “Can you go harder?” 

“I’m not going to hit you harder,” Jose said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“The whole point of a spanking is for it to hurt!” 

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you that badly.” 

“Even if I want you to?” 

“Shannon…” 

She let out a brief sigh. “All right, then. What if you hit me with something?” 

“Hit you with something?” he repeated. “With what?” 

Shannon flashed back to last weekend at the dungeon, at the sight of Julie getting her butt whipped with a leather strap. “How about a belt? Do you have a belt you can use?” 

“No. No fucking way.” Jose got up from the bed and Shannon heard him stalking around the bedroom. She pushed up to her feet in time to see Jose pull on a pair of shorts – – they’d both been naked previously, the faster for him to fuck her once she was ready. “I’m not going to hit you with a belt, Shannon!” 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” She ran her hands over her butt; it was very hot and more than a little sore. “We can stop for now.” 

But Jose just shook his head. “I can’t do this anymore, Shannon. I can’t keep hitting you.” 

“Even if I let you come on my face again?” She tried not to sound like she didn’t want to do it in the first place. 

Jose folded his arms. “Even if. I don’t like this. I don’t like spanking you. I don’t like hurting you. Yes, even if you like it, I don’t.” 

To her surprise, Shannon felt a tingle in her nose, one that said she might cry if she let it go. She bit down hard on the feeling. “Then,” she said, “I guess we don’t have much more to say.” 

“I guess not.” 

Stiffly but efficiently, Shannon put her clothes back on and left Jose’s apartment. Sitting down in her car reminded her just how hard Jose had been spanking her, and she was conflicted – – on the one hand, the spanking had turned her on immensely; on the other, she’d just ended a friends-with-benefits relationship that had been her only shot at getting what she wanted, at least until she met someone who was really into spanking. 

By the time she got home, though, the arousal had abated and she was just sore. She texted Grace to let her know that things had ended with Jose. Sorry to hear that, Grace texted back. Are you all right? 

I’m fine. It wasn’t going to work out long-term anyway. 

But when Shannon and Grace met at the back door to 4D Fitness the next morning, Grace still hugged Shannon tightly. “I’m sorry about your relationship.” 

“I’m okay,” Shannon protested. “I promise.” 

Grace held Shannon at arm’s length, staring into her face. “If you say so,” she finally said. 

“I say so.” Shannon followed Grace into the gym. “The worst part of it wasn’t even the breakup; it was that he’d just spanked me and I didn’t get to come afterward.”

As of now, this is on page 34 of 77 written pages, single-spaced. So you can imagine we’ve got a ways to go.