After I finished the GWWA novel, I was stumped for things to write. Finally I managed to write a little something one morning. Here’s a snippet of it:

Beth went into her closet and took out a large black plastic tub with a yellow lid. She put it on the bed and opened it, and started taking out implements. 

There were a lot of them. Too many, honestly. I checked out a few and ended up setting aside a wooden Hairbrush and a stiff leather paddle, but the rest went back into the tub. “I think this is all I’ll need,” I said. 

Once the tub was back in the closet, Beth stood in front of me. “Do you want me to take off my leggings?” 

I did, but I also wanted to show her that I could be at least a little dominant, so without asking permission – – which was a really dumb thing to do, in retrospect – – I reached for her hips, took hold of the waist of her leggings, and pulled them down, revealing her long legs and a black thong that clearly showed she’d done some personal grooming before I’d arrived. 

She shivered. “I was hoping you’d do that.” 

I smiled up at her, showing more bravado than I was actually feeling. She kicked off the leggings and smiled back, almost shyly. 

“I remind you,” I said, “that you asked me to come over here and spank you. I’m not sure why you’re reticent now.” 

“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked me. 

“Once or twice.” 

“Then you know my stomach is tying itself in knots right now.” 

“I do know.” I took her gently by the hand and guided her over my left leg. Her legs hung down between mine, and her upper body was on the bed. Her backside was in the perfect location. 

I cupped her right cheek and she shuddered under my touch. Again, I probably should’ve asked first, but she clearly wanted this. 

So I spanked her. 

“Oh!” It was a little reversed-gasp, and there was instantly the lightest dusting of pink on her bottom. I guessed it was the first-swat-surprise that most people had when I spanked them for the first time. I hadn’t hit her hard, just firmly. 

The next nineteen swats were just as firm, and when they were done I asked Beth how she was doing. “I’m fine,” she said breezily. “How are you?” 

“I have you over my lap. How do you think I am?” 

She chuckled softly. “That’s fair.” 

“Ready for more?” 

“Absolutely.”

I don’t know if I’m going to write more of this story or not; we’ll see.