The Art of a Hard Spanking…Asking For It

I know what you’re thinking – you’d never, ever ask for a spanking right? You’d never go to your lover or significant other and say the words, “I need a hard spanking”. That just sends an entire allotment of shivers down your spine. Doesn’t it? Try to think of the notion in a different way. You’ve heard people talk about inflicting pain in other parts of the body to force yourself to concentrate on that area, not the one that’s been bugging you to death. Or you’ve probably heard the old adage (whether its true or not I’m not telling…) that if you keep a sharp rock in your shoe when takingPulling her panties a lie detector test then you can “fool” the machine. I know, I’m dating myself here, but I think you get the point.

So take this concept further. If you’re having horrendous days at work, completely stress filled with nasty people and your mood steadily declines, what can you do about it? A lot of us self medicate – drink or eat too much, smoke too many cigarettes and for some they even use recreational drugs. What if you could get a hard spanking across the naked ass? Just imagine for a minute with me. You come home later than usual on a Friday night, snarling like a wild woman, pitching your briefcase and yelling at the dog. You stomp through the house bitching about everything that hasn’t been picked up or cleaned. You snap at your husband and tell him he’s a lazy asshole. Then you proceed to start an argument. Well, I’m a bettin’ woman and I’m gonna guess you’re both going to have a shitty weekend.

What if your husband was smart enough to take you by the hand and ask in a very soothing voice about your day, trying to get to the bottom of why you’re so upset? What if he then allows you the space to simply tell him you need an ass whooping? As you can imagine, the trust and the love here is incredible – a special moment shared. You’re giving your body to him to take care of and protect, nurturing your very soul. We all know my beliefs on practicing domestic discipline by now. I truly believe in the concept and when both parties are completely vested in the environment the relationship can only grow stronger.

I have two careers, writing is my passion and managing community associations is something else entirely. I HATE the day job some days. Dealing with nasty people on a regular basis makes me more than just a bit cranky. In truth I can be a real bitch – and I usually like it too. There are days I actually burst into tears, not because of sadness but because of intense frustration. I can’t whip out a gun and kill the idiots. I can’t even call them names or snicker as their stupid questions. I have to take the verbal hard over the kneeabuse – and yes there usually is every day – and act professional. Then I do what most of us do in the industry, I drink a STRONG cocktail at the end of an evening. After long Board meetings held at night, when I get home around ten pm or so – I drink two strong drinks. Yep, I self medicate. I have often wondered what it would be like to ask and receive a spanking. And sadly no, I don’t have that opportunity in my life.

But for those of you who do – have you asked for it? Have you begged him to take you in hand, pull you over his knees and spank your ass until it’s on fire?  Mmm… I tingle at the thought.

Slamming the door shut, Brandy waltzed into the kitchen, cursing under her breath. After pitching her briefcase onto the kitchen counter she turned and glared at Ryan. “What in the hell did you do to the house? It’s a mess.”

“I beg your pardon?” Ryan asked quietly as he raised his eyebrows.

Huffing, she gave him another nasty look and grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet. The entire last two weeks had been horrible at work and she was over all of it. The job. The house. The husband. Life. She was ready to toss it all and move to another country. Filling her glass to the rim, she took a large gulp then closed her eyes. The headache had settled in hours before. She heard Ryan moving behind her and bristled. All they were doing lately was arguing.

“Other than the stresses at work, is there something else wrong? Do you need to tell me something?” Ryan’s voice was even, soft.

And she hated his calmness, loathed the fact his tail feathers never got ruffled. But then again, he had a cushy job with no nasty people around him. Lucky bastard. “No!” Hearing the edge in her voice she cringed and took another sip of wine. Her behavior was getting out of control. With every passing day she was getting nastier and taking out her feelings on the man she so loved. Ryan was a saint.

“I think we need to talk. I think you need to tell me what’s really going on.” Ryan’s voice was stern but gentle. “Things need to change, Brandy. You know that as well as I do.”

He’d taken enough from her. She thought about the past year and their on again, off again practice of domestic discipline. Given her work schedule as of the past few months the situation had been more off. She knew what needed to happen. Brandy was a much happier woman when he was in full control and she followed the rules without question. Now she was just pushing back with every turn. “You’re right. I’m been horrible lately, just horrible. I’m just…” She groaned and rubbed her temples, praying the headache wasn’t turning into a full-blown migraine.

Ryan eased his arm around and took the glass from her hand. After setting it down he turned her around. With both of her hands in his he kissed her on the forehead and rubbed his thumb back and forth across her skin. “Let’s take care of this right now. Tell me hat you need from me.”

She didn’t have to hesitate. She knew. “I need you to be stronger with me, more controlling. I need to just let go and have you take over. I just need… I just…” Brandy sucked in a deep breath and had the courage to look him in the eyes. “I need a hard spanking right now. I need to feel your love and I need to let go. I just need this so much.” My God, she’d just asked to be spanked. Really? This would never have happened a year ago. Relief flooded her system.

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you and I’m so sorry I haven’t been the husband you need. No longer. We’re going to work together on this, to help ease the tension. OkBad Girl jessie for flashay? I promise you we’re going to work on this. And you’re right. You need regular discipline and my control. I can and will give that to you.” Brushing his lips across hers, he squeezed her hands before moving away. ‘Get undressed and come back into the kitchen.”

Brandy did as she was told, her feet heavy but her heart filled with joy. When she walked back into the kitchen she was quivering but seeing him sitting in the hard back chair in the middle of the kitchen, his favorite brush in his hand, she moaned. This was going to hurt and whew, she so needed the hard spanking. The moment he settled her trembling body over his knees she closed her eyes, tingling all over.

“You’re a wonderful woman and I love you. I love you enough we’re going to re-connect this weekend. I’m very proud of you for knowing what you need.”

Brandy braced for the slice of pain and when it came, she moaned. And she was relieved.

What do you think? Could you ask for it? I know the very concept would be terrifying at first but imagine the benefits.

I hope you’ve enjoyed and let me know if you’re ever asked for a hard spanking.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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2 Responses to The Art of a Hard Spanking…Asking For It

  1. FlyFisher says:

    Cassandra – nicely done. Captured it perfectly. But please go on and describe the spanking and the feeling of being guided over the knee with the flurry of spanks building to a crescendo – and how you felt and how you were just barely able to tolerate the spanking. We all share the same feeling. Again – well crafted

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