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This blog showcases spanking fetish stories and poetry; plus some other random thoughts and ideas, written by a thirty-something female switch.
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Shower
Tom and Jackie had been out all day, seeing the sights of the small French town they'd gone to for a weekend break. Their hotel room was stiflingly hot, so much so that they divested themselves of the layers of clothes they needed to keep warm outside as soon as they came through the door.
Jackie got a can of Coke from the minibar and reclined on the bed, watching opera on a Spanish TV channel.
"I need a shower," sighed Tom, scratching his neck and feeling a bit sweaty, "guess I'll have to try out the facilities first."
Lying back, drinking the Coke, drinking in the opera, reading her guide book, Jackie plotted what they could do for the rest of the night. She'd brought her hairbrush which looked very inviting, sitting innocently at the side of the bed.
The bathroom door opened. Tom came out with a towel fixed round his waist and carrying another, looking rather sheepish.
"What's up?" laughed Jackie.
"Well, you know that mat that is supposed to be on the bathroom floor ... well I forgot and left it in the shower, so it is very wet."
"And ...?"
"And the floor of the bathroom is flooded because I didn't close the curtain properly."
Jackie put down her guide book. "I see."
She finished her Coke and picked up the hairbrush.
"OK ... over."
Tom opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. He bent over the bed wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Jackie aimed the hairbrush against the wet towel with a thud.
"Ouch!"
"I don't think I'm getting through to you. This needs to come off."
Tom grumbled but Jackie unhooked his towel with a practised hand so he stood naked and bent over ready for the hairbrush.
"This is for being naughty and for flooding the bathroom. It's a bloody disgrace and rude when we're supposed to be on holiday."
Crack! went the hairbrush against the damp skin of Tom's bottom, making him wince. A red patch roughly the same size and shape as the back of the brush was now visible, following in quick succession by five others, while Tom rocked backwards and forwards, complaining.
"Ouch ... that hurts!"
"It's supposed to," snapped Jackie, "now get back in the bathroom and wipe up the mess in there."
Tom stood up, still dripping wet from the shower but now rather more sore on the behind than he was when he came out. He reached out to Jackie and pulled her towards him.
"I do love you," he smiled.
Jackie watched him retreat into the bathroom, into the steam, carrying both wet towels.
"Love you too," she whispered.
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Posted: 10:34 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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