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The Future of Spanking: A Short Story Collection
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Ever dreamed about residing in a domestic discipline community? Or about living in a world where spanking lessons are offered when you apply for a marriage license? Maybe you've fantasized about losing weight or gaining good study habits via spankings. Or, perhaps you've wished that wrongdoing corporate executives would be punished using an old-fashioned but highly effective method. These flights of the imagination, and more, are explored in this compilation of hot short stories by Barrie Abalard. Curl up with The Future of Spanking and let your dreams—and craziest fantasies—run wild!
Short Stories Included:
For That Natural Glow
Study Aids
Scarlet Moon (Two Parts)
DD School (Two Parts)
Corporate Malfeasance
A Letter to Her Husband
1-800-THE WIFE (Three Parts)
Excerpt from “The Future of Spanking: DD School”.
© 2007 by Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
Maddie's behavior had been going downhill for an hour. Jeff checked his watch and sighed. Nine PM, and dessert had yet to be served. He'd already incurred his future bride's wrath twice during the meal, and he was thinking hard about Reverend Whitley's warning to 'nip things in the bud.'
Two waitresses brought in a serving table with crystal bowls of peach ice cream and carafes of coffee and decaf.
"Is that coffee fresh?" Maddie fussed.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then get to it. We don't have all night!"
Jeff had had enough. He stood, jerking his fiancée to her feet. "Would all of you excuse us please?" he said while propelling Maddie out of the room.
"What is wrong with you?" Jeff hissed. "You are a Grade A bitch tonight. I've tried to take your nerves over our wedding day into account, but I'm nervous too, and I'm not treating everyone like a pile of dog crap."
Her only response was a steely glare and a snarled expletive. Desperate, he yanked her into a nearby anteroom, kicked the door shut, and pulled her down over his lap. He had her slacks and panties down around her knees before she knew what happened. His hand fell in the precise pattern he had been taught would create maximum sting and distress with little actual damage.
"What the 'F' do you think you're doing? Stop this right now! Ow!" Maddie growled.
"Teaching you some manners, dear. I was hoping to wait until our wedding night to give you your first spanking, but your outrageous behavior has forced me to tan your hide tonight."
"OW!" she cried as the cracking hand spanks continued to rain down. "Ow, ow, OW!!! Stop, Jeff! Please! Ooooo! It hurtssssss!"
"After I finish," Jeff continued calmly while walloping her behind as hard as he could, "you are going to apologize to everyone, including the waitresses who served us, for your brattiness. But in the meantime I'm going to make your cute backside red as a fire truck, and hope that the soreness lasts through our reception."
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops, and trapped her legs with his right one before continuing. Maddie whipped her head around and, upon seeing the belt, goggled.
"Noooo, NOOOOO!!! Stop! Not the belt!" she whined.
"Oh, yes, the belt," he assured her as he doubled it, smacking her sitting area with all the force he could muster. She wailed, crying real tears as the leather snapped and cracked across her darkening skin, leaving small welts here and there. After three minutes of his best efforts, she sobbed, limp across his lap. He finished with a dozen hard hand spanks to the center of her 'sit spot,' causing renewed struggles on her part.
"There. I hope that has improved your attitude, young lady." Jeff could not help admiring the bright red soreness he created, and he gently traced a few of the welts with his index finger. "Are you ready to go apologize now?"
"Yes I am," she wept, "but it'll be a cold day in Hades before I marry you now."
Jeff blinked at this. Wasn't she the one who wanted DD? He put it out of his mind. Maddie was one to make wild statements, so he'd assume it was just her sore fanny that was doing the talking.
"Whatever, Maddie. C'mon now, let's stand and pull your pants back up."
"Owww!" she fussed. "It hurts to put my pants back on." Her lower lip stuck out in a fierce pout while she wiped her face and blew her nose. She was dawdling just a little, so he landed a few more on her butt with the belt. Jumping and yelping, she nodded when he said, "Let's go."
The waitresses were leaving the rehearsal dinner room. Jeff marched Maddie up to them and, when she said nothing, whacked her sitting area twice with his hand. She exclaimed, "OH! I mean, I'm sorry I was rude to you." He smacked her bottom again, directing her towards the room full of guests. After another harsh swat or two, she managed to choke out, "I am sorry for my behavior tonight. I was rude and unpleasant and I sincerely apologize to all of you." Picking up her purse, she glared at Jeff, stalking out while rubbing her smarting cheeks.
As he watched her go, a tiny voice inside warned him something was amiss. Had he spanked her too hard for her first time? Should he have let her behavior slide? No, she deserved every last spank. So, what was wrong with the picture?
Excerpt from "The Future of Spanking: DD School".
© 2007 by Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved
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