Naturally Naughty (7 page)

Just as it was starting to feel somewhat pleasurable, Landon stopped and locked it into place. I shivered at the sound of his belt clearing his pants.

“Put your hands under your face but stay in position, I’m going to give you two quick licks to get you in the right frame of mind for your apology.”

Once I was positioned as instructed, Landon wasted no time, delivering two very hard licks with his belt directly to my sit spots. My bottom felt positively scorched with a line of fire I knew I’d feel all the way home.

Landon stood me on my feet and pulled my bathing suit and shorts back up. I winced as they came in contact with my tender bottom and rubbed against the base of the plug.

Pulling me into his arms for a tight hug, Landon said, “I love you, Shannon, but you will not act that way. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a sniff.

He leaned down and whispered darkly in my ear, “I’m going to paddle your bottom when we get home and then you’re going to ask me to punish your naughty bottom with my cock.”

Everything inside me tightened at his words with a combination of trepidation and desire. Then he turned me toward the bathroom door with a hard swat to my bottom.

I looked around as we left the bathroom and was relieved to see no one was around.

The saleswoman was already folding the towels when we returned. I was surprised to see she looked close to tears.

Guilt rolled through me. I really had behaved badly, and she was just trying to do her job.

I touched her arm. “I’m sorry I unfolded your pretty display. It was a horrid thing to do. If you’ll tell me how you want them folded, I’ll help you get it back in shape.”

She looked at me for a moment, then her face softened. “I get a little carried away myself sometimes, dear,” she said with a smile, as she showed me how to fold the towels. When the display was back in shipshape condition, she patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for helping her.

The ride home was one of the most uncomfortable in memory. The sand in my bathing suit bottom felt like sandpaper against the welt from Landon’s belt, and every time I shifted in my seat, the plug moved.

Landon was most unsympathetic to my predicament. “Stop squirming in your seat, young lady.”

I groaned; perversely after a few hours in the car, I now wanted to move and grind myself down on the plug in my ass.

We finally pulled into my driveway and Landon ordered me into the house. “You go strip and put yourself in the corner of your bedroom. Think about your behavior while I unload the car.”

Once again I found myself naked and in the corner, but this time it wasn’t for fun. I wondered how bad the paddling would be and hoped it would be over soon and we’d get on to the anal sex.

Although, since it was anal for punishment, perhaps it wouldn’t be so fun. Landon and I had discussed the possibility that he might use anal sex as well as butt plugs for punishment when he felt I’d been especially naughty.

Landon’s top reasons for punishment were not being safe and my treatment of other people. He felt I should always be courteous and respectful even when someone was being less than nice to me. It was Landon’s version of the golden rule and mostly I was a nice person, but sometimes I slipped a little.

“Have you been thinking about your behavior?” Landon asked from directly behind me, interrupting my musings.

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

“Good girl. I’m going to give you ten hard swats with the paddle. Will I ever have to repeat this lesson?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I promised.

“If I do, not only will I take your bottom hard after spanking you, but next time you won’t be allowed to come. Are we clear?”

“Crystal!” I answered. The thought of any sex and being deprived of orgasm was not something I wanted to experience.

“I want you to bend over at the waist with your legs shoulder width apart, and brace your hands on the bed,” Landon instructed.

Moving quickly to do as instructed, I tried not to look at the ping-pong–type paddle in his hand. This was going to be decidedly unpleasant.

The paddle clapped loudly off the left cheek of my backside the minute I was in position, leaving an awesome sting behind. Before I completely registered the first swat, Landon began to deliver the rest of my spanking hard and fast.

I yelped and bounced my bottom up and down in an effort to avoid the paddle, but Landon managed to land on target each and every time.

I sobbed softly as the paddle landed next to me on the bed where I’d finally pressed my face into the covers in an effort to submit to my punishment.

Landon let me cry for minute while he rubbed my back. “What do you need to do now?”

Taking a deep breath, I blurted what I knew he expected. “Please punish my bottom with your big cock. Take my ass hard.”

He pulled the plug from my ass and squeezed my sore bottom, spreading it open wide for his lubed cock.

I groaned as the head of his cock began to press inside; it burned as I felt myself open wide as if welcoming him home.

Landon began to take my ass in a hard pounding rhythm that was uncomfortable at first, but soon I was pushing back to meet every demanding thrust.

“Oooohhh… Landon…” I groaned as the pleasure of having him inside me began to far outweigh the punishment.

“Who does this naughty bottom belong to?” he asked as he pounded into me even harder.

“You… only you…” I panted.

“My naughty girl… naughty girls get it in the ass, don’t they, baby?”

His dirty words were bringing my need to an even higher level. “Yes, sir. Naughty girls take it up the ass hard.”

“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as he rode me, then reaching between my legs and thrusting three fingers inside my weeping channel with his knuckles rubbing my clit. “Naughty girls take it up the ass. Come for me.”

I screamed as I came harder than ever before, little sparks dancing in front of my eyes as everything inside me seized up at once, pulsing and squeezing Landon’s fingers and cock tight as I shuddered beneath him.

Then he gave one last hard lunge and I felt the heat of him releasing inside me. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulled free and then brought a cloth from the bathroom to clean me up, crooning the whole time to me about how much he loved me and that I was his good girl again.

Once we were both cleaned up and snuggled together in my bed, I thanked Landon for my punishment.

Landon kissed me sweetly and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me and agreeing to domestic discipline. I never thought I’d find someone as perfect for me as you are, Shannon. To me you’re perfect in every way.”

We are a perfect match. I have finally found my home… my port in the storm.

Grilling My Buns

It had started out as such a lovely day. Company was coming. We were going to grill steaks on my front porch with the new little portable grill we had gotten the week before at Wal-Mart.

I cleaned the house all morning, but when I went outside to arrange the chairs on the porch, it was raining. Raining hard too! Oh, no! I was sure it would ruin our barbecue.

I ran inside hollering, “Landon! Landon! It’s raining!” I was fit to be tied. The first time to entertain in our home since we’d moved in together and it was all ruined!

“What are you yelling about, Shannon?” Landon asked, entering from the bedroom.

“It’s raining! The barbecue is ruined!” I cried dramatically.

“No, it isn’t, honey. We’ll just do the steaks in the oven. No big deal.” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

“That isn’t the same.” I pouted.

“You’re being silly. Everything will be fine,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to meet dad at the hardware store and help him get the stuff to sheetrock the garage. If you’ll take care of the steaks, I’ll do the salad when I get home. Okay?”

I nodded, still a little upset about the barbecue. The steaks wouldn’t be nearly as good cooked in the oven.

Landon had been gone about an hour when the idea occurred to me. It was a portable grill. Why couldn’t I just bring it in? I grinned, happy to have a solution to my problem.

At a quarter to six I had everything ready. The new grill was sitting on the kitchen counter, charcoal ready to be lit. The steaks had been marinating most of the afternoon.

I had everything timed just right. If I got the fire going now, the steaks should be ready shortly after everyone arrived.

I sprinkled lighter fluid across the briquettes and then lit them.

I wasn’t prepared to see the flames shoot up to lick the cabinets that hung about the counter. And they just kept coming.

“Oh,
no!
” I cried. I tried beating the flame out with a towel, but it quickly caught fire too. I screamed and threw it into the sink. The sink. Thank god!

I turned the water on and grabbed the squirty thing, aiming at the fire. The water doused the flame in record time. I sighed with relief, only to gasp a second later as I looked up and saw the blackened cabinets. The kitchen was a mess; everything about the little grill was black, everything at grill level and lower was sopping wet, and the room was filled with smoke.

I was still trying to figure out what to do when Landon walked in. “What in the hell happened, Shannon?” he asked incredulously.

I flushed guiltily. “I didn’t want to cook the steaks in the oven so I thought since the grill was portable…”

I trailed off at the look in Landon’s eyes.

“Bedroom, corner, now,” Landon said, fixing me with a stern glare. For once he didn’t have to tell me twice. My nose was in the corner faster than you can say jackrabbit.

From my position in the corner I could hear Landon cancelling dinner with our friends and apologizing for the extremely short notice.

I finally heard Landon come into the bedroom. “Now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Suppose you tell me just what in the hell you were thinking?”

“I just wanted to…” I sighed and hung my head. “I guess I wasn’t.” My chin began to quiver as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“If you’re not, you soon will be,” he said firmly. “Come here, Shannon.”

I walked meekly to stand in front of him, staring at the floor between his feet.

“Strip,” he ordered succinctly.

That brought my eyes up to his with alarm. “Beg pardon?”

“You heard me, strip.”

My face flushed as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and reached behind me to unhook my bra. It didn’t seem to matter that this man had seen me naked more times than I could count; this was different and horribly embarrassing. I tried not to look at him as I pulled my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them.

“Look at me,” Landon said firmly.

A little squeak escaped me as I looked at him where he still sat at the edge of the bed. Landon’s eyes ran over my naked form in a slow perusal, making me shiver in response to the heat I saw in his eyes.

“Gather your clothes up and put them away; you won’t be needing them for the rest of the evening,” he told me.

I couldn’t have possibly heard him right. “What?”

“You heard me; pick up your clothes and then come put yourself over my knee.” His instruction was given in that deep velvety voice that leaves no room for argument and never fails to make me wet.

It didn’t take me long to pick my clothes up and put them in the hamper. Then I took a deep breath, walked to Landon, and bent myself over his right leg. He immediately clamped the left one down over the back of my thighs.

I howled and hollered as his hand began to land on my bottom at a hard and fast pace. Again and again it fell and I couldn’t move away from the onslaught because he had me pinned so tightly in place.

“I’m sorry, Landon! Please! Owwww!” I cried, but still his hard palm continued to fall on my poor backside.

“You have got to start thinking before you act. Did you even bother to read the instructions on that grill?” he asked as he tilted me further over his knee and began to slap my left sit spot over and over in the exact same place.

“Noooo!” I wailed the answer, desperate for that hand to fall somewhere else. “Please, Landon, not in the same place! Spank somewhere else!”

“Are you in control of this punishment, young lady?”

“No, sir,” I sobbed miserably.

“I’m in control of this spanking, little girl, and you’d do well to remember it.” Landon delivered several more scorches to the same spot that I was sure was about to burst into flame before moving on to give the other side the exact same treatment. “If you’d bothered to read the instructions, you would have seen they said for outdoor use only. In fact, if you’d bothered to read the large sticker on the side of the grill, you’d have seen the same words in big block letters.”

“I’m sorrreeeeee! I’ll pay better attention next time! I will!” I wailed as he continued to ensure this was a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget.

By the time he was finished, I felt like I had been sitting on the grill myself. My bottom was definitely well-done. He lifted me to sit gingerly on his knee and hugged me close.

He lifted my chin with one finger so I had to look at him. “Do you understand how lucky you are? You could have been burned or worse.”

“I’m sorry, Landon.” Fresh tears sprang to my eyes as I realized that I’d scared him.

“Now you will go clean up every bit of that mess and you’ll do it naked with your naughty red bottom on display,” Landon said implacably.

The dominance in his tone was implicit and I found myself agreeing and sniffling against his chest as he hugged me one more time and then pointed me to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

It took me three hours, but finally I had the kitchen looking normal again. Landon hugged me again and kissed me deeply. He let me go take a shower while he made a late dinner, but told me not to dress after my shower. I would apparently be naked for the rest of the evening as part of my punishment. I think Landon just likes to look at my hot red ass.

Hopefully with all this nakedness there will be a little action later, but sometimes it’s hard to tell. Landon knows how wet I get after a punishment; being taken so thoroughly in hand combined with the heat left in my bottom spreads to other areas, making me all achy and needy.