Hey, Guys! Here's a New Year's story for you. It's short, but I hope you like it. It's called "Mickey's Had Enough!"
Comments welcome.
DHG
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Mickey’s Had Enough
©DownhomeGal
TJMacGregor@aol.com
Comments: Flirting can be fun, except when your ‘significant other’ is less than amused. In that case, one is simply asking for trouble. This young lady learns this lesson the hard way…bare bottom, over her boyfriend’s knees, where his hand introduces her to a very painful equation; flirting = extremely sore bottom + long, uncomfortable corner time.
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“Nooo, Mickey!” Becca Duncan pleaded as her fiancé angrily pulled her toward their double bed. “Please! Don’t Spank! Please! I’m SORREE!!” She tried desperately to dislodge his strong hold on her arm.
“Too late, Rebecca,” Mickey growled, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. With one powerful move, he pulled the squirming young woman face down across his lap, then used his muscled left arm to easily pin Rebecca in place. It took only another swift motion to sweep away the short, provocative skirt she wore and secure it in the middle of her back.
“Mickeee!” the tearful victim begged, spreading her hands across her bottom. “PLEASE!! I didn’t mean it! Please! NOOOO!” Rebecca’s shrieks grew more frantic when she felt Mickey remove her hands and capture them against the back of her waist.
“You should have thought of that,” Mickey barked out, “when you were making a fool out of yourself with Ray!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mickey delivered the first hard swats to the center of the slender bottom, the stern spanks easily penetrating the thin, polyester material covering the smooth mound. Rebecca’s screams rose as the spanking began in earnest.
“OWW! OWWWW! Mickeee!”
SMACK! SPANK! SMACK! SPANK! SMACK!
The young man’s hand distributed more fierce swats, quickly covering the small, round bundle that was his fiancée’s behind.
“OWWW! Please! STOP, MICKEY, PLEASE!!”
But Michael Rhodes had had enough of his girlfriend’s immaturity and childish behavior. Tonight he had decided to administer the worst spanking he could manage. She had finally pushed him too far. As Rebecca’s painful cries rang in the room, Michael’s hand continued its punishing cadence.
“Ray,” he snarled, spanking harder and harder, “is my BEST friend, Rebecca!”
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
“OWWWW! OWWW! P-PLEESE, MICKEEE!! I’M SORREEE!”
“It’s only because we ARE such good friends,” Mickey informed his wailing partner, “that he kept his cool while you
(SMACK! SMACK!) tried to get
(SMACK!) BACK at me for not taking you to that fancy restaurant!”
Harder, faster spanks punctuated the frustrated young man’s remarks as the fierce swats alternated from one side of his captured victim’s bottom to the other.
SMACKSMACKSMACK! SPANK! SPANK!
“MICCKKEEE!!!” Rebecca screamed, writhing in agony. “OWWWOHHH!! OWWW! PLEEESE!!” The seething, scalding smacks continued, no matter how she tried twisting her hips out of the way.
“Please what, Rebecca???” Mickey paused, then delivered a trio of especially hard spanks.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
“WAAAAGH!!!” his fiancée howled, the raging pain now covering the entire surface of her tortured rear. “OWWW! OWWW! PPLEEEAASE S-SST-TOOPPP!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The scorching spanks now began landing on the lower edge of Rebecca’s suffering behind, searing across the smooth skin at the top of her thighs, as well. The thigh-high, filigree-design hose she wore provided a perfect range of bare skin for Mickey’s hard hand to attack.
Becca tried wiggling forward and hiking her bottom back and forth to escape the blazing swats igniting the smooth flesh at the very edge of her rear. Her feet began kicking wildly.
“YOU don’t seem to be able to stop!” Mickey sniped, his hand slamming down again and again. “YOU can’t stop behaving like a
(S-M-A-C-K) spoiled,
(S-M-A-C-K), selfish
(S-M-A-C-K, S-M-A-C-K!!) child who can only
(S-M-A-C-K) pout or
(SPANK, SPANK, SPANK) behave like a BRAT when she doesn’t get her way!”
“OWWWWAAAGH! OUCH!! OUCH!” Rebecca squealed, pulling against Michael’s grip on her wrists.
Michael’s hand now returned to the full, fleshy section of his girlfriend’s petite behind. He spanked back and forth, blistering each cheek individually before returning to its companion.
“OOOOWWWWW, MICKEEEE!!!” Rebecca shrieked, her breath all but abandoning her as the vicious pain in her bottom spread in every direction. “WAAA! WAAAAA! OOOWW! MICCKEEE, PLEASE!!” By now the lithe form was arched against her captor’s lap, her head high above her bottom, her feet straining toward her shoulders.
As the terrible punishment intensified, Becca’s body began to jerk and bolt against the solid muscles under her stomach. Every spank brought new, unbridled anguish across the already scalded area of her small, round sitter. The thin material of her brief panties afforded no protection at all. Mickey’s hard hand kept landing on her tormented flesh, bringing more throbbing, blinding, unbearable pain. The young woman’s legs continued to pump madly against the unyielding lap over which she was secured.
The agonizing misery completely covering her tender rear kept Rebecca’s attention, even when Michael’s hand momentarily paused in its unrelenting tempo. However, when she felt his sturdy fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, a terrifying realization burst into her awareness. She began struggling with new intent.
“NOOO, MICKEEE! NOT BARE!! PLEEEASE!!” the young woman begged.
Michael simply strengthened his hold on the slender, writhing form as he pulled the lightweight underwear downward, revealing the crimson backside of his spoiled brat of a girlfriend. Leaving the roll of panties around the middle of Becca’s thighs, he raised his hand high above his head. An instant later, he brought the hand down hard and fast, depositing the hardest spanks of the punishment on the bare flesh of the slim bottom.
SMACK!SMACK,SMACK! SMACK!SMACK,SMACK!!
The young man’s thick palm spanked each jiggling globe thoroughly before moving to its matching side. He repeated the routine, addressing the twin mounds again and again. Rebecca’s shrieks rose to their highest level yet. Her body wrenched and twisted against Mickey’s strong grip.
“OWWWW! OWWWEEE!! WAAAAGHOWWWWOHHWAAAA!"
“You deserve this spanking, Rebecca,” Mickey chastised his screaming fiancée. “And I’m going to make sure your get
everything you deserve,” he promised vehemently.
Michael pulled the slender body closer, turning Becca slightly onto her side. Then he administered three very sharp swats to the flat, right side of Becca's petite bottom. Ignoring the young woman’s sorrowful howling, he adjusted her placement again, bringing the other flat side of her behind into his sights. Without hesitating a moment, Mickey delivered another trio of rigorous spanks to the matching area on the left. Rebecca’s shrill screeching followed their arrival.
“OOOHHH! OWWWW! OOOOWWEEE! MICKEEEE! OHH! OWWW!!"
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of anguish to Rebecca, Mickey stopped spanking. Her throat was raw from screaming, her legs stung from being pointedly addressed by his unforgiving hand. And her bottom was raging in total, unrelenting, excruciating agony. The young woman slumped submissively over her punisher’s lap, her breath coming in ragged, moans and gasps.
Michael looked down at his fiancée’s dark red behind. Drawing a deep, calming breath, he inspected the area of his determined attention. A grim sneer adorned the young man’s handsome face as he scrutinized the pulsing, crimson globes. The entire area of Rebecca’s slender bottom blazed a deep, sanguine red, every inch of the round surface showing the effects of his meaningful chastisement. His eyes slid to the lower region, the area where Becca’s bottom blended into her slim thighs. The space also showed the results of his efforts. A quick perusal of the outward sides of the diminutive bundle displayed the clearest evidence of Michael’s labors; precise, undeniable bright red imprints of his hand, as well as clear-cut, specific outlines of his strong fingers, were plainly evident.
Michael turned his attention to the tousled reddish-blond head sobbing into the bedspread. With a quick swat, he reawakened Rebecca’s attention.
SMACK!
“OWWWUCH!” Becca whined. “Mickey…please, please stop…” By now the young woman’s pleas had become plaintive and weak.
“Are you going to behave, Rebecca?” Michael asked in a firm tone. He delivered one more brisk spank. “Stop flirting with all my friends?” Another spank landed. “Start acting like an adult??”
Two more hard spanks addressed alternate crests of Becca’s throbbing bottom. Her sharp yelps matched the crack of the spanks precisely.
“Y-yes, M-Mickey!” the young woman promised, twisting in abject misery. “OUCH!! I’ll b-be-h-have,” she stammered. “I P-PROMISE! PLEASE STOP!!”
S-M-A-C-K!!!
“OOHHHOWWW!!”
“See that you do!” the young man barked. “Otherwise, I’ll bring out the hairbrush and give you a paddling you won’t EVER forget!” One last punctuating smack was delivered.
SMACK!
“Understand?”
There was no answer from the sobbing figure across his knees. Michael decided he’d made his point, at last. He released Becca’s hands and began maneuvering her off his lap. With her standing between his knees, wavering pathetically on her feet, he issued another directive.
“Now, take off your skirt,” he ordered, holding tight to Rebecca’s arm, steadying her trembling figure as she stiffly followed his demand. Sniffing loudly, the young woman grasped the elastic waistband of her short, pleated skirt, carefully dragging the garment down over her tender, suffering rear. When the skirt was pooled around her ankles, Becca stepped out of the clothing, using the short respite to cautiously massage her aching sitter.
The moment Michael became aware of Becca’s attempted soothing, he took a firm hold on both her arms. He stood up next to his whimpering girlfriend, spinning the slender body around and marching them both toward the corner of the bedroom. Keeping Becca’s arms secured at her sides, Mickey sternly settled the cowering form close to the joined walls.
“You will spend a full hour in the corner, Rebecca,” Mickey decreed, folding Becca’s arms across the back of her waist. He reached down and pulled the rolled panties farther down on her legs, leaving the elastic gathered just below her knees. Once he was certain Rebecca had been positioned properly, he took a step away from her, his powerful fists perched on his hips. A long moment transpired in the quiet room, broken only by Rebecca’s pitiful whimpering and the subtle squirming being performed by her hips.
“Stand still, young lady,” Michael intoned imperiously, purposely addressing Becca like a well-punished child. He waited another moment, noticing at once that his orders were being ignored; Rebecca continued to fidget and wiggle, a futile effort to relieve the pounding misery torturing her bottom. Michael quickly returned to her side, taking a firm hold on the small hands positioned on her back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three hard spanks were administered to the small, reddened behind. Becca’s screams answered their sharp, crackling sounds.
“OOWWWW! OOOWWW!! OOOWWWWW!!!”
Rebecca’s hips cringed forward in another feeble attempt to escape the hard, flat palm. Her feet danced dismally, striving desperately to alleviate the added grief in her backside. When her cries ran down a bit, Michael stood up straight, a dark scowl covering his expression.
“I said, stand still, Rebecca!” Michael barked, releasing her hands once again. “As usual, you didn’t listen very well.” He delivered one more brisk spank.
“WAAAGH!” Becca screamed, her hips weaving back and forth.
“And that’s ten more minutes in the corner, too,” the young man announced. As he watched, the slender form eventually settled into a still, obedient stance. Michael waited. After a few minutes, he addressed the weeping, contrite form again.
“Fifty-five more minutes, Rebecca,” he told her. “Don’t move and do NOT rub your bottom. Understand?”
Becca’s quiet whimper provided her only answer. After another moment, Michael turned and walked to the door of the bedroom.
“Maybe now you’ll find a way to behave yourself whenever we have dinner with some friends. You think so?”
Another muffled moan sounded in the room.
“I certainly hope so…for your bottom’s sake.” Mickey let the statement hang in the air. “I’ll be back when your corner time is up. And you’d better be standing just as you are now.”
With that, the seething young man left the bedroom. The figure in the corner squeezed her hands into tight fists, trying frantically to endure the rampant, terribly torturous suffering that completely enveloped her pulsing bottom. Long, moments of silence blanketed the bedroom. And Rebecca’s quiet sobbing continued for a long, long time.
THE END
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