Well, it's Wednesday again! I swear times goes more and more quickly... Today I am doing something I rarely do - sharing a piece from something I've not yet finished. And not only that, I'm not really sure what I'll do with it. It's just a short story - a little discipline as that seems to be my theme these days. I am posting it actually because my main character is called Melody and as much as I didn't mean to, I kept thinking of our Melody! Melody Parks!! I don't think she deserves the spanking (and the other stuff) that comes with my story - I mean, she's a good girl I think. Right? Right?? But here it is and for some reason, I kept spelling her name as Lemody on top of it all but well, what the heck! Here's Melody and her husband Mason. Mel's in trouble... (This is totally unedited! I just went through to clean up all the Lemody's :)
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Melody heard the usual classical music
playing softly in the living room. It was the piece he always chose when she
was to be spanked. She padded barefoot along the hardwood floors as she made
her way into the living room. She saw that the curtains were already drawn and
the cane he used for the most serious offenses was already laid out on the
coffee table along with a tube of anal lubricant and something she'd not seen
before. It looked to be a large, stainless steel syringe with a long neck. Next
to these was the notice of her fine.
"Nice shower?" Mason
asked, folding the newspaper he had been reading up and setting it aside.
Melody met her husband's cool gray
gaze. He rose to his feet, standing a full 6'4" tall, he was a foot taller
than her when she wore heels and as he required her to be barefoot during
punishments, the top of her head came to about the middle of his chest.
"Yes, sir," she said,
already using 'sir' as she had been instructed to whenever she received a
punishment spanking.
He remained silent, watching her. Her
stomach was all nerves while he rolled up his shirt sleeves, baring thick
forearms dusted with dark blond hair. As much as she hated punishment
spankings, seeing him like this always affected her in the strangest way, made
her wet even as she anticipated what was to come.
"Center of the room, Melody,"
he said.
She went to stand where he'd said, hanging
her head, dreading the verbal reprimand that would begin her ordeal.
Mason picked up the violation and
walked toward her, taking his time. "Did you forget to tell me about a
speeding ticket?"
"Yes, sir," she answered
quickly, just glancing up at him.
With his hand under her chin, he
lifted her fact so she was forced to look at him. "Is that true?" he
asked after a moment.
She searched his face, his eyes.
She could never lie to him. "No, sir," she said, her voice small as
she lowered her lashes.
"I didn't think so," he
said, letting her go and turning back to replace the letter on the coffee table
and sit back down. "What was your intention?" he asked.
"I was…"
"Look at me when you answer
please," he said. "And keep your hands at your sides."
"Yes, sir." She had been
nervously wringing her hands but forced herself now keep them at her sides and
met his gaze. If there was one thing she hated, it was disappointing her
husband. She loved him and he was so good to her, patient and loving. She
should have just shown him the ticket when she'd first gotten it rather than
trying to hide it. Yes, he would have spanked her and possibly grounded her,
but tonight's punishment was going to be much worse than that.
"Melody?" he said,
reminding her that he was waiting for an answer.
"I was going to pay it myself.
I didn’t want you to find out about it. But then I forgot to pay it."
He nodded. "I appreciate your
honesty now, Melody, but I'm afraid I have to punish you now for your
deception."
She nodded and wiped away a tear.
"You know how this goes,"
he said.
"Yes, sir," she said.
Standing in the middle of the room, she slowly pulled her top off, folded it
and set it on a nearby chair. Mason crossed one leg over the other and sat
watching as she unhooked her bra and removed that as well. She then slipped her
skirt off and added it to the pile before moving to the corner she hated most
in the house. Her punishment corner. Once there, she pulled her panties down to
just beneath her hips and reached her hands to the wall at the level of her
shoulders, her face close enough to the wall so that her nose touched it. He
liked her hands there because sometimes, especially for harsher punishments,
instead of taking her over his knee, he would take his belt to her ass right there just to warm her up.
"Walk backwards a few steps
and arch your back," he said from his place on the couch. "Stick your
bottom out, Melody. Good, like that. Twenty minutes," Mason said.
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Well Mel, I have to leave you there for a little while...so nose to the corner please. I have to admit, it's making me giggle! I hope you enjoyed my little snippet. Don't forget to visit all the Wip It Upper's today and thanks to Melody Parks for the concept!