Foreword and warning
The original idea for writing a short story
came as a recommendation from Sara. She had that idea because all my thoughts
had been either about sex or spankings lately. I had erotic flashes while
driving in my most responsible way through town and also in the garden,
kitchen, woods, ah not to forget bedroom or shower. In a way Sara’s idea worked. In focusing on what I might want to write I actually forgot what was
going on around me, spanking and erotic images included. So, as a result, there
is far less sex and spanking in this story than I had expected.
Maybe the story is far too long, maybe it
is too boring, I don’t know. It is not really DD either. But nevertheless, writing it was fun and I do hope
that you can enjoy some of it.
Now that I have finished writing this, my naughty thoughts return.
Oh, and none of the characters or the
events is based on facts. The story is pure fiction and if anything resembles real
life events or people, it is pure coincidence. In that case you have my honest
sympathy.
Marnie and the little parcel
I think James Murray was a wise man. He had
married Marnie, a nice, very amiable and life-affirming woman. What had
attracted him the first moment he had set his eyes on her, was that she had
this mix of open sincerity and a childlike naivety. She never knew how
endlessly attractive she was for him – and any other man. Marnie was the pride
of James' life and tended either to forget it at times, or she played too recklessly with this. She was good-natured and warm-hearted
and loved James as much as he loved her. For her, James meant the world. She had
felt that he was her Prince, the man who had turned her from the farmer’s
daughter into a princess. And she loved him because he had this masculine air. He
was determined, he could be stern, he was strong, handsome, a woman’s dream and
he didn’t care about any other woman than her. Instead, he oozed his love for her, and Marnie,
in return, loved that in him. She felt enveloped by his love. Just like James
felt the adoration and love she had for him.
Those two were an ideal match, they could
pose as the perfect couple of the millennium.
Well, maybe not perfect in the ordinary
way, because Marnie had some peculiarities which made life with her challenging
at times and ensured that James would never be bored with her.
Monday morning, James was already off to
work in his own little architecture business. Marnie knew that times had been
rough for James lately. “No overspending, sweetie. You can buy all we need, but
not more than that. Just to make sure!” She gave him her sweetest doe eyes.
“Yes, Sir, no overspending. Maybe you should collect my credit card. Just to
make sure!” She took it out of her purse and put it into his hands. James
frowned. He considered her idea for a second and closed her hand around the
little plastic card. The smile that hit her was full of warmth. “Come on,
honey, you know I trust you. But I appreciate your offer.” He had kissed her
goodbye and there she was. Credit card in hand, she mused. ‘No overspending,
ok. I’ll try to save a few bucks in the supermarket, then I could go and buy my special perfume. It wouldn’t be overspending and he loves that smell on me so
much.’
Lost in thoughts she dreamed about last
night. His nose wandering along her slender neck, inhaling her, teasing a
little behind her ear. His hands had wandered around, touched her breasts, then
held her arms above her head and he took what was his. She loved it when he let
her feel how much she belonged to him. Her eyes were in a haze, and she could only focus on the sensations that he
had created with his tongue and his fingers. The moment when he had finally
entered her completely, was all she had needed. She had screamed out of
pleasure and was lost in the intensity of her exploding orgasm. She had noticed
that James came with her and she cried out of happiness. While she almost lost
her senses out of pleasure, he was still the one in control and intensified
what she felt while they came. He had prepared her for that moment most of the
night. She had begged for release, she had begged for pain and she had begged
him to kiss her. She had pleaded him to do all he wants, if only he’d let her
come. Marnie smiled serenely as she put her coat on. Her legs were still a bit
shaky, but this feeling of peace was endless in her. It would linger around till tonight.
If James had been a musician, what
instrument would she have been for him? Maybe a drum? Well, she was loud in
bed. He pounded her forcefully, too. But that would let their way of loving
each other appear crude. No, more like a cello. You could use your complete
body to handle it as a musician. As a cello, she’d make all the range of noises
from highest to deepest, that he could think of when he played her.
Routinely, she had driven into the city
centre. As she left the car again, she took her list and decided what not to
buy, so that she could afford the perfume he enjoyed so much on her. It was all
that she needed to wear for him. As she passed shelves with cabbage and
carrots, she thought about his pleased gaze, as she had greeted him naked, only
in heels and perfume. She had felt well-dressed for him and James had enjoyed
the fragrance.
With the air of someone who had done it all her life, she went
into the perfumery. She greeted the little woman who was the owner of this little
place of extravagance. After a short chit chat Marnie left again with a little
parcel in her hand. The credit card would show 200 bucks more than James had
allowed. He would be disappointed. But she loved him and she had done it for
him. She’d take responsibility and tell him as soon as she could, when he’d
return in the evening.
Once back home, Marnie
took out the parcel and put it on the table. ‘Better be good-looking, very
pleasing’, she thought and took out her favourite black and white maid’s uniform. Well, the
sexy version of it. Her breasts almost fell out of the plunging neckline and
her skirt … ? It was barely long enough to cover the suspenders. Clad in black stockings and high heels she
knew that James would enjoy seeing her. ‘I really hope he is lenient. After
all, I did the overspending for him, in a way.’ Of course she knew well that
he’d forbidden overspending.
As the evening came, everything was
prepared. Marnie, dinner and the little parcel in sight. She could hear James’ car
approaching. A minute later, the door was opened. Marnie, who had waited in the
corridor, curtsied and greeted her husband “Good evening, Mr Murray, Sir” She gave
him a shy smile and looked down most of the time. She knew that he’d understand
the signals all too well. “Hello my little one.” He gave her his jacket, kissed her and
went into the dining room. In the doorway he stopped. The little parcel was on the table. As if it wanted to be at the centre of James’
attention.
James turned to Marnie, who had followed
him docilely. James knew better than to fall for that. “I did not expect any
parcels. What’s this, Marnie?” His mood was dropping by the second. He could
see in her that she had not obeyed. Marnie made a little step towards him, as
if she wanted to cuddle him but was stopped by an invisible wall. “Sir, I have
bought this today. It is the perfume that you love so much on me. I thought…”
She stopped, not knowing if it was wise to go on. She glanced coily up through
her eyelashes. James was not amused. No, she saw him going through the implements
in his mind. In an attempt to appease James, she tried again “Sir, I saved
money while doing our shopping. I did not spend that much, Sir.” His face was
almost like chiselled in stone. Expressionless. “How much, Marnie?” She knew
that it was now or never. And if anything, she would never lie to James. “200,
Sir” Her shoulders dropped down, as if she had been defeated with that answer.
James was surprised, would she give in that easily? Not her! Inside he was
boiling with anger.
“Marnie! 200! Are you serious?! I don’t
believe it. Did I give you permission to
spend a single cent on that?!” He had come very close. She could smell his aftershave and felt his warm breath. Anybody would have
understood the threat in his gesture and angry voice. But Marnie did not even
flinch. She looked him in the eyes. She felt the electricity physically between
them, now, while he was angry. She loved
him and she felt bad for what she had done, but she felt that he was her rock
and nothing would change that. Marnie looked at him admiringly. She couldn’t
help it and enjoyed that he was there, right there, right then, in conflict, but with her.
“Well, Sir, in a way it was only because
you did not collect the credit card, Sir. And I am sorry that I did spend the
money, Sir.” James was close to exploding. “Are you serious? Do you say that it
is my fault that you spent money on perfume that you’d wear? You must be
joking, Lady!” James was getting closer to explosion. “I only hope you do know
that what you said cannot be true.” She sensed that, and still, she couldn’t
stop herself. “Yes Sir, you have no reason to be too mad at me, Sir! It was
done with the best of intentions. It was not for me, it was only to please you, Sir.” Marnie
was slightly agitated. But not too bothered, yet. He had not cornered her, as
he surely would do in a moment. In a way, she felt like dancing with him.
James breathed in deeply. The truth was, he did appreciate
that Marnie wanted to please him and he was sure that the first thought actually
was that it would please him to smell her with this fragrance out of all. She
was right with that. But it did not change anything about her infraction.
Still, it had an effect. He would punish her, and severely, too.
Immediately he
calmed down. James would deal with Marnie properly now.
“Marnie, do you believe that we have our rules because they help us?” Marnie’s
mind raced. He’d bring her to her senses again, now. She knew it. “Yes, Sir.” He took her chin into
his hand and held her gaze with his.
“Say it!” “The rules that we have are there to help us, Sir.” He nodded.
“Good girl. Marnie, do you think that I had meant I wanted you to spend
additional money today?” Marnie wanted to let her head fall. She did not want
to look into his eyes in this moment. But he held her. “No, Sir, your
instructions were very clear and I made a mistake. I am sorry Sir.” She meant
it. Her body reacted and she felt a few tears roll down her cheeks. “I am
really sorry, Sir, I mean it. I can bring the parcel back tomorrow, Sir.” She
would do that. He nodded “You do know that you deserve a serious punishment for
that, don’t you, Marnie?” She tried to nod, but James still had her chin
tightly in his hand. “Yes Sir, I deserve a serious punishment” she answered in
a low voice.
James let her alone and went into the
living-room. She stood there, swallowing hard. She knew what would follow. She
dreaded the pain, but still, she was full of anticipation. Marnie knew well
enough what she had done. She knew that James was fully aware of what was going on,
too, and that he knew her so well made the difference between them dancing their certain kind of dance or
her only manipulating him. A few moments later, James called her into the
living room. He had a leather paddle in his hand and sat down on the sofa. Marnie
came closer and stood in front of him.
“Knickers down!” He growled at her. Her
cheeks turned red immediately as he said that. “I can’t, I am not wearing any,
Sir” His eyes became bigger. 'Ha, surprise' she thought. He obviously liked that. “Ok, over my lap then,
young lady.” Marnie placed herself as told and felt James push the short skirt up. She had barely time to breathe in
deeply, when James hit her the first time. Thudd. “Ouch!” This burned like
hell. She tried to breathe some of the pain away. If he’d start like that,
she’d not sit for days on her bum. Well, she wanted this done. She felt his
hand holding her lower back. Thud, thud, thud.
James loved lecturing his lovely wife in
moments like these. “You have been good for a long time” Thud, thud. “But. You. Really.
Earned. This. One. Today!” By the time he had finished lecturing, Marnie’s bottom was a lovely collection of
shades of red. She had squirmed lightly, but was not resisting him. She never
was. Still, he knew that he was not finished with her, yet. She needed to get
her release. Without, it wouldn’t work. Quickly he grabbed the other paddle,
the heavy one. It was dense and dark. ‘Time to drive the message home’ James
thought while he held Marnie down with his right.
Marnie felt her bottom pulse
with heat. But she had not yet cried. She felt frustration grow out of nowhere,
as James stopped. ‘What was he doing? He wouldn’t stop too early, would he?’
She wanted to turn her head, but was wise enough not to move. She’d better wait
for him to allow any movement. If not, he’d become really cross with her. James
interrupted her thoughts. “Let’s finish this. Don’t squirm or you’ll make it
worse”, he said with a by now completely relaxed voice. Marnie grabbed the
cushion under her with both hands. Thud. “Ouuie” This was it. She felt the pain
heat her up like a geyser. The first stroke had driven tears into her eyes. She
felt the pain and with every stroke, Marnie felt her heart become elated. Thud.
She groaned loudly. This would go on,
until James had finished his last round of lecturing her.
“You.are.not.allowed.to.overspend!” Thud.
This stroke was the climax of a crescendo of paddle strokes she had
received by then. She could not listen to James anymore. She tried hard, but
all that Marnie still noticed were the heavy swats. They hurt so much and she would
not sit well for a longer time than she had foreseen. And still, inwardly, she
smiled because of it. Swat. Another one hit her. She regretted her overspending
very much now. Swat, one more hit her tender, dark red bottom. Her tears dripped down on the cushion she clung to. Marnie
didn’t notice anymore. Instead she felt complete relief. Swat, the last one hit
her. She couldn’t smile. She had made a mistake and regretted that, but as she
finally stood up, she felt a warm wave of pleasure rise in her. She was free
again and she knew it.
She touched her bottom lightly and winced, but took her hands
away immediately, after looking at James. “That was rough, Sir.” He nodded. James
stood in front of her. His look was full of concern and love. “It’s over, dear.
You took that paddling well. You made me proud.” This was what she needed to
hear from him. Marnie’s tears ran down her face like a river. She felt his love
almost physically as he stood there in front of her. “I am sorry, Sir. I
thought…” She stopped. James took her, caressed her and led her away. “Arnica?”
She pointed her finger to the bathroom where she’d find the cooling ointment
she would love to have. James shook his head softly. “No. I want you to feel this
tomorrow. Take it as an additional reminder to be good. Let’s go!”
Marnie looked at him with excitement. Contrary
to other punishments, this one did not leave her too down. She had not known, whether he’d put her into
the corner or into bed. In other situations, it would have been the corner. But
with the parcel…. chances were there with it, that he’d decide differently. So,
in a way, they’d continue their dance tonight. He led her into their bedroom.
Once there, he pulled the little excuse of a maid’s uniform away from her. She
stood and waited, unwilling to ruin the moment by doing anything he might not
want. He undressed her completely. Done quickly. And she still felt dressed,
because she was wearing their favourite perfume. James went around Marnie, as
she stood there, waiting quietly. He inspected her. He drew in the smell of her. Touched her oversensitive
bottom and heard her groan with a low voice. “No Arnica. Your marks will last a
few days and I think I’ll enjoy seeing them for a while.” “Yes Sir” she let
another moan out, as James probed between her legs. She was more than prepared
for whatever he would like to do with her. Marnie could barely wait for it to
happen, as he led her onto the bed and took out her favourite scarf to blindfold
her with.
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As James went into his office the next
morning, Marnie waved him goodbye again. She looked around and went back to the
dining room. The little parcel was still there. Marnie took it, went into the
bedroom, opened the door to the old wardrobe and put the disputed parcel into
it. She placed it carefully and with a smile of bliss next to the other 38 that
had accumulated over the last three
years.
