So, I promised to post something for Christmas, and since it’s technically Christmas Day on the East Coast (USA), I am putting up a little spanking one-shot with a little something extra.
Tags Include: F/F Spanking, Lesbian Married Couple, Top/Brat sort of, Light BDSM if you squint, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, NSFW (as if it were ever in doubt)
And now, on with the story…
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Why Mornings Suck – Sometimes
Jamie swiftly rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face under her pillow as the bedroom’s overhead light seared the back of her eyelids. “Damnit, Brook! What the hell?”
Brooke stood in the doorway of their bedroom, hands perched on her hips, eyes drawn together dangerously. “Jamie Renee Beckett-Chandler, get your ass out of that bed before I have to come over there and help you.”
Jamie considered her options then blindly reached for another pillow, tucking it against her body in that hollow where her wife should have been. “No.” She declared firmly. “I don’t want to. I’m not going on a run with you this morning.”
That, unfortunately for Jamie, was the wrong thing to say. If she’d been smart, she’d have checked out her wife’s demeanor before replying. If anything, the use of her full name should have been a clue. Besides, there were any number of better ways of replying other than throwing a definitive negative in your wife’s face. Brooke’s face went from glowering to stormy to thunderous. Striding across the room, she yanked the covers off Jamie’s curled body.
“That does it, little one. You have more than earned a trip over my knee.”
Jamie gasped as she was tugged into position, face down over her wife’s lap. Sleeping without panties suddenly lost its appeal, and Jamie kicked wildly as a righteous fire was steadily stoked in her backside. She grasped wildly for her wife’s leg, bucking and squirming in an effort to dissuade her wife from her current endeavor.
“Brooke, no, please. I’m sorry.” Her voice rose an octave as Brooke switched to spanking her sit spots. “Brooke, please. I’m sorry for the attitude. Please. I’ll get up right now, I promise. I’ll come run with you or whatever. Just please no more spanking.”
Brooke growled low in her throat. “Stop kicking, little one. I’m just getting started. You will learn to behave if I have to spank you every morning for a month.”
Jamie howled as her bottom heated up. When Brooke stopped to shake out her hand, Jamie sighed in relief. Brooke chuckled darkly then reached into the nightstand drawer for the small, wooden paddle. Jamie trembled at the feeling of the smooth, cool wood as it rested on her backside. She knew soon enough the wood would be as hot as her bottom.
“Please, Brooke.” She babbled. “Please not the paddle. I’m s-s-sorry for being disrespectful this morning. I’m s-s-sorry for swearing and not obeying you like I should have.”
“I know you are.” Brooke reminded her with a tap on the hip. “And you’re going to be a lot sorrier when I get done.”
Jamie sniffed as the paddle left her backside. After a whoosh of air, the paddle connected once with her left cheek and then with her right. Jamie howled at the deep throbbing pain left behind by the wooden implement. She sobbed as the paddle covered every inch of her backside. When Jamie finally slumped over her wife’s lap in surrender, Brooke placed the paddle on the nightstand and pulled Jamie into her lap.
“I wish that hadn’t been necessary, baby girl.” Brooke whispered. “You know I hate having to punish you.”
Jamie clung to Brooke’s neck as she cried. “I’m s-s-sorry, ma’am, and I wish you hadn’t punished me too. I just didn’t want to get up this morning.”
Brooke sighed as Jamie cuddled in her lap. “Alright, baby girl. If you really don’t want to come for a run with me this morning, I won’t make you, but when I get back, I want you in the shower with me.”
Jamie ears perked up, and she stared up at Brook in adoration. “As you wish, ma’am. You know I’ll never turn down a chance to get naked and wet with you.”
Brooke rolled her eyes and swatted Jamie playfully. “Such a tease, little one.”
Jamie blushed and hid her face in Brooke’s neck. “May I go back to bed while you’re gone, please?”
Brooke transferred Jamie from her lap to the bed. “Get some rest if you can, sweetie. I’ll wake you when I get back.”
Jamie pecked Brooke on the cheek then rolled over and curled up around her pillow. In less than a minute she was snoring lightly, her breath coming in little puffs against the pillow. Brooke shook her head as she went in search of her sneakers. Maybe she would limit her run to three miles this morning instead of her regular five.
As the front door closed, Jamie stretched languidly, her hand traveling down between her legs. Her bottom throbbed something terrible, but there was also a fire building inside. She strummed her clit lightly, not surprised to find herself wet already. She closed her eyes and imagined Brooke laying prone between her legs, her tongue teasing ever so lightly at her clit, fingers brushing at her entrance. For the next five minutes, Jamie teased herself mercilessly, her fingers lightly stroking her entrance, the fingertips of her right hand just barely penetrating while she pinched her nipples with her left. Bringing herself to the edge was driving her crazy, but she knew better than to come without Brooke’s permission. Forcing herself to slow down, Jamie wore a groove in the carpet as she paced back and forth and imagined a cold shower. Slowly her libido cooled and her arousal banked itself into a simmering puddle of embers.
After another five minutes of pacing, Jamie distracted herself with a new video game she’d been dying to try. She knew Brooke wouldn’t mind as the older woman wasn’t into RPG adventure games, but Jamie’s main attraction was the scantily clad women, which didn’t do as much for distracting her libido as she had hoped. It was barely an hour later that the front door clicked open and shut, and as soon as Brooke stripped off her running clothes, Jamie logged out of her game and joined her wife in the shower.
“You have no idea how much I missed you.” Jamie breathed softly as she pushed Brooke up against the wall.
Brooke smirked. “Want to bet?” She fell to her knees and buried her face in her wife’s dripping curls.
Jamie shuddered as Brooke’s tongue delved deep inside her. Brooke smirked and shoved two fingers inside her wife, sucking hard on Jamie’s clit as the younger woman bucked into her mouth.
“Come for me, baby.” Brooke commanded, and Jamie screamed her wife’s name as she came hard.
Brooke kissed Jamie hard as she tweaked the younger woman’s nipples. “Tell me the truth, baby girl. Did you piss me off on purpose this morning so I’d spank you?”
Jamie blushed. “Maybe? I admit your toppy attitude is a huge turn-on, but I honestly didn’t mean to push you into using the paddle.”
Brooke snorted. “Maybe next time you can just tell me when you want a spanking.”
Jamie grinned as she covered her wife’s body with adoring kisses. “Now where would be the fun in that?”
Words In My Head 