A Work in Progress, Part Two #18+, NSFW

If you missed Part One of my newest piece of spanking fiction, please go here. I hope this brings you happy thoughts and squirmy feelings 🙂

XOXO,

nora

Part Two

I stood there, awkwardly, just inside the doorway.  I didn’t know where to look.  Anne-Marie was still bent over the desk, fully on display, the marks on her bottom a dusky red.

Grant stared at me, disapprovingly.

“Close the door, please”.

I turned and slowly closed the door, but the sound seemed to echo throughout the room.  I stared at that closed door as if willing it to open and assist in my escape.

“Turn around, Nora,” Grant ordered. 

Taking a deep breath, I turned and faced the man holding the cane.  

He said nothing but continued to run his fingers lightly over his implement, his eyes fixed on mine.  I stood there, transfixed by the scene in front of me.  His silence forced me to speak.

“Why…why are you doing that?” I asked, barely managing to get the words out.

“Why am I doing what, Nora?” he asked, his tone mocking my innocence. 

I couldn’t manage the words.  After a moment, he said, “Are you asking, why am I applying the cane to my wife’s bare backside, Nora?”

“Yes, Sir.  Why…?” my voice trailed off, my question unfinished.

“I am applying the cane to my wife’s bare backside, Nora, because it brings me great pleasure to do so,” he answered.

The world seemed to be spinning out of control and yet at the same time, I felt frozen. 

“Were you not put to bed, young lady?” Grant asked me, sternly.

“Yes, Sir,” I somehow managed. 

“Do you make it a habit of wandering around other people’s homes, spying on them in the middle of the night, Nora?”

“No, Sir,” I said, looking at the floor. 

“Look at me, Nora,” he commanded.

I could not refuse him.

“You have displeased me, Nora.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes.

“You are to go to bed now and stay there.  If you do not, there will be consequences.  Am I understood, young lady?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, knees quaking at the mention of “consequences”.

He stared at me for several long moments, as if contemplating what should come next.

“Go,” he ordered.

I all but ran from the room, back down the hallway, and into the bed that I never should have left.  I lay there, heart racing, trying to process what I had seen.  Images spun as if on fast forward in my mind… Anne-Marie’s marked backside, Grant’s cane, the look in Grant’s eyes as he mentioned the word “consequences”.  As I lay there, the realization that I was wet between my legs shocked me, and I squeezed my thighs together in shame.  I’m not sure when or how I managed to fall asleep, but sleep I finally did, my dreams haunting me throughout the night.

The next morning, I woke with a start, realizing that Anne-Marie was sitting on the bed next to me, stroking my face.

“My poor, dear,” she said, kissing my forehead.  “Last night must have been awfully frightening for you.”

I didn’t have the words to describe what last night had been for me, but I felt the evidence of my arousal between my thighs.

“It’s okay, Nora,” she said, gently.  “I know what you saw must have been very confusing.  I need you to understand that what you saw was entirely consensual.”

Finding my voice, I asked quietly, “But why?  Why would you let him do that?  It looked so painful.  You were crying.”

Anne-Marie continued to stroke my hair.   “Yes, dear, it was painful and I did cry.  But you must understand, sweetheart, that I enjoy giving the gift of my tears to my sweet husband.  He takes such good care of me.”

To this, I knew not how to respond.

She continued.  “Nora, some men have very specific needs, unconventional needs.  As Grant’s wife, it is very important that I be able to meet these needs and provide my husband what he desires.  He deserves nothing less.”

I felt very confused by the words she was using.  I saw him holding that cane.  I saw the marks on her bottom.  How could she describe him as her “sweet husband”? 

“But why?  What did you do?” I asked.

“Oh, I wasn’t in trouble with Grant, dear,” she responded.  “In fact, he was quite pleased with my behavior last night.  He complimented me on how well I hosted dinner, and how beautifully I dressed the both of us.  He is quite fond of women dressed to enhance their femininity.  That is all too rare these days.”

Noting my confusion, she laughed.  “No, sweet Nora, I wasn’t in any trouble at all, though if I were, you can be sure that the cane would have been applied most rigorously.  Grant was very pleased with me and it brings him great pleasure for me to willingly gift him my pain.  After such a beautiful evening spent with you, he was quite eager to attend to me if you know what I mean,” and with this, Anne-Marie winked at me. 

I blushed hotly, squirming.  I had a fairly clear idea about what she meant, not that I could have ever imagined the scene that the two of them played out once I had been scolded and sent back to bed.  But that story is for another time.

“Now, let us get you up and into the shower.  Grant has planned a very fun day for us all,” she said, drawing back the covers. 

I wasn’t sure how I would ever look Grant in the eye again, but I allowed myself to be led into the bathroom.  Anne-Marie reached in, turning on the shower.

“Take of your nightie, Nora,” she requested.     

I stood there, as if in a trance.  I suddenly had the strongest desire to resist her.    

“Nora, be a good girl, and take off your nightgown now,” she requested again, more firmly this time. 

We stood there, the steam from the shower beginning to fill the room.

“Nora, I am going to ask you one more time to take off your night gown.  It is time for me to wash you now.  If you continue to disobey me, there will be consequences,” she said this last bit as she lightly gripped my chin, forcing me to look at her.

What was going on here?  I felt wildly out of control, my thoughts racing, my blood pumping so fast I could hear it coursing through my veins. 

In that moment, I realized that I wanted consequences.

And, she realized that too.

Without hesitation, she reached down and lifted my nightgown over my head, leaving me to stand there before her, completely bare.

“Now listen here, young lady,” she said, sternly, as she led me to the side of the tub.  “Your husband has been very concerned about you and he sent you out here to Grant and I so that we might help you learn to take better care of yourself”.

He did?  This was news to me.

“While you are with us, we are going to see to it that you have a good time and that you experience joy.  You will be loved while you are with us, Nora,” she told me, and she spoke those words with such genuine conviction, I felt tears well up in my eyes.

“But you are also going to learn to submit, young lady,” she said, as she drew my naked body over her knee.  “Matthew has told us that you are just a bit too stubborn, and it wears on him at times.  He would like his wife to behave more sweetly toward him and to respect his authority over her wellbeing.”

With that, the palm of her hand landed on my bare behind, leaving a fierce sting.  I cried out, but she held me easily over her knee while she continued with my spanking.  She lectured me soundly and spoke of learning to submit to my husband.  The tears began to run down my face.  It wasn’t just the pain of her palm smacking my bare bottom, it was the realization that the words she spoke were true.  Some of the harsher words that I had spoken to Matthew over the last few years, words spoken out of frustration or pain, played out in my mind and I lay there sobbing as she continued my chastisement.

I suddenly realized that she was no longer spanking me, but that she was stroking my hair instead.

“Let it all out, dear,” Anne-Marie said gently, rubbing my back. 

When I had somewhat composed myself, I tried to rise off her knee, but she held me firmly in place. 

“Oh no, dear,” she said, placing her hand lightly on my burning backside.  “We are not quite finished yet.  As this is the first time that I have had reason to spank you, I need to ensure that you have been spanked quite soundly so that you will gracefully submit to my authority the next time we find ourselves in this position.”

With that, she reached behind her, and I soon felt the smooth wood of the bath brush pressed to my burning nates.  Before I could protest, my spanking had resumed, and besides…my protests would have fallen on deaf ears. 

Minutes later, I had been reduced to a blubbering, well paddled little girl, learning her lesson the way that little girls learned best.

Anne-Marie set down the bath brush and took me into her arms.  She rocked me gently for several minutes, kissing away my tears.

“Are you ready for your shower now, little one?” She asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded quickly.  “I am ready now”.  I had no desire to cause her any further displeasure with my behavior. 

With that, Anne-Marie put me in the shower.  She began to wash me, turning me this way and that, until all my grown-up parts were clean and fresh.  If she noted the stickiness between my thighs, she was polite enough to not point it out, though she did wash me gently there. 

After, she dressed me.  I felt like her little doll as she brushed my hair and applied my make-up. 

“There now,” she said, looking at me in the mirror.  “Grant will be so proud to have two pretty girls on his arm today.  Let’s not keep him waiting, dear.”

I would learn in the coming days that keeping Grant waiting was never a good idea.  While my world had been turned upside down, I willingly followed Anne-Marie toward a future of great promise. 

Part Three Coming Soon          

29 thoughts on “A Work in Progress, Part Two #18+, NSFW

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  1. I took my time getting to the computer this morning, and your first two parts of A Work in Progress have my blood rushing around looking for something to do. A wonderful tale, thank for the first to parts.

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  2. Parts one and two are absolutely stunnning pieces of writing. I think I chose well when naming my protagonist as you both need a stern spanking quite often. I am sure you are both being taken care of correctly. I am interested as the way you were introduced to this lifestyle, was it in any way similar to your protagonists’ experience?

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    1. Hi MP! I am glad to hear you are enjoying A Work in Progress…. I greatly enjoy writing it. And no, I was not introduced to the lifestyle in this way. This piece is more a representation of a dynamic that I would wish to have with a couple that I am close to ❤
      P.S. I love that you named your protagonist Nora…it is a very naughty name 🙂

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