Katie looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long, brown hair. She liked what she saw, had started liking it even more in recent weeks. Her hair curled just so, with no effort, luckily. She put the brush down and was about to turn around to leave, when Michael came sliding up behind her. She leaned back into him, enjoying the heat from his body, and the closeness she felt toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, and she wanted to melt. She sighed, thinking how right things were.
She looked up at Michael's reflection in the mirror, and noticed the mischievous look in his eyes. Uh oh, she thought, I can see the wheels turning. What's he up to? Out loud, she said, "You look like you're planning something, love. How worried should I be?"
Michael laughed. "It's not that bad. Just an idea I've been playing around with." He flashed his biggest grin, and Katie laughed, too.
She reached up and nuzzled his moustache with her lips. "Good thing I trust you, eh? You have a wicked little imagination sometimes!" She planted a loud kiss on his mouth. "When are you going to let me in on it?"
Michael tried to put a stern look on his face, but his brown eyes danced, belying his true feelings. "Soon. Tonight probably. Get a move on, girl! We're going to be late!"
They went to dinner, and to the club afterwards, with friends. Katie started to think that it would be too late when they got home to find out about Michael's plan.
As they walked through the door, though, Michael's mood changed. He seemed to get taller, if that was possible. Katie felt herself getting smaller.
"Michael.... " she stammered, " just what have you got planned?" Katie tried to edge her way to the bedroom door. She wasn't really afraid, but he was just so imposing at times like this.
Michael had fallen silent, as was his manner during one his scenes. None of his usual playfulness showed through, he was all business.
"Katie, I think you need to be punished. I saw how you acted tonight, dancing with Jack."
So that was it, she thought. He had waited to tell her the plan until he had decided what the offense would be. Okay, she could play along with the best of them. "It wasn't like that, Michael. We were just having some fun."
"A little too much fun, from what I and everyone else could see. I really think you need to be taught a lesson in loyalty. Go into the bedroom and get ready."
There was no arguing once these things started. That was one rule they had agreed on, to keep the mood right. "Yes, Michael." He didn't want her to call him "Sir", and she doubted she could have, anyway.
Katie walked into the bedroom, and started to change clothes. They had a prescribed outfit, not quite a uniform, but things she had to wear. She wasn't worried about what would happen, although she never had a clue beforehand. She felt safe with Michael. Had from the first. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her. Physically, he knew she could take quite a lot, so things would get heavy in that area, but not to the point where she would call it off. He never punished her for anything real, just pretend offenses, so it didn't get too emotionally risky for either of them.
When she had her short skirt and pull-over sweater on, she called to him. "Michael, I'm ready!"
He came into the room, and surveyed the picture. "Very good, Katie." She said her piece then. "Michael, I was wrong for what I did earlier. Please spank me. Hard."
"Well said. I will definitely spank you hard."
He walked to the bed, and she took her place at his right side. He pulled her over his lap, positioning her so that her feet could barely touch the floor. She felt him lift her skirt high, and then tug her panties down around her knees to keep her from kicking. The first smack landed hard, without any warning, right across the middle of both cheeks. No warmups tonight. The next two landed one on each side, and stung already. She would have to marry a man with huge hands, she thought. Ten more hard smacks landed fast and furious, giving her no time to think, only react to the heat and pain. She started yelping at each one. He spanked and spanked, heating up her bottom until she was sure it was on fire. She lost count of the spanks, she always did, and she felt as if she were over his knees for an eternity.
He let her up then, and she rubbed her bottom to relieve it. She knew she wouldn't have enough time before he started again, so she worked fast.
Michael motioned to the bed. She knew the next position well. On her knees, bottom up, head down, giving him the best view possible. She wondered what his choice of implement would be. She couldn't see from that position, so she waited. He never started in right away, he gave her time to worry about what he would do. SWISH!! WHACK!!! "Michael, what the hell....?" She didn't recognize the feeling, the burn and bite at the same time. SWISH!! WHACK!!! "OW! What IS that?!" He didn't answer. She hadn't expected him to. Whatever it was, it was intense. SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!! SWISH!! WHACK!!!
She was yelling now, at every whack, and wriggling about, frantically trying to evade this new torture. Twenty more landed, and she thought about safewording, for the first time in her life. It was then that she felt his hand caress her sore bottom. It took her a minute to realize that he had stopped swinging. His touch sent shockwaves through her body. He continued to stroke her bottom, but she felt him change position behind her. She knew why, when she felt his tongue enter her from behind. She knew she was flooded, she always was after an intense session, and it didn't take him long to bring her to a bone-jarring climax. Her entire body shook violently with the effort, and she collapsed in a heap on the bed.
Michael climbed up beside her on the bed, and held her close. He gently kissed her forehead, her eyelids, and her mouth. He wrapped himself around her, and she knew she could stay that way forever. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw what had driven her to that point. A birch switch. "You and your wicked imagination," she muttered sleepily. He laughed softly, and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
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