Didn't think he'd do it (M/F story)

"No, you're not going anywhere tomorrow," Vincent said, his tone revealing that he didn't want any further discussion about it. "Not even to visit your friend."

Maxine, his girlfriend, had other ideas. "Give me ONE good reason I shouldn't go and visit Claire," she said, scowling.

"How about this? A storm's hitting the coast tomorrow, and you shouldn't be outside when it hits. And since you lost your license last month, you can't drive – and I won't have you WALKING through weather like that."

"You're leaving the house tomorrow," she said, sulking.

"To go to work," he pointed out. "I'd much rather be at home. Besides, I'll be home well before the storm hits – and in a car."

Maxine opened her mouth, still hoping to change his mind, but he placed his finger on her lips to get her to stay quiet. "And how is this for a reason?" he said. "I won't have you endangering yourself. If you as much as STEP OUTSIDE the house tomorrow, I'm going to pull you over my knee and spank the living daylights out of that sweet little butt of yours. Is that understood, young lady?"

She gave him a clearly sarcastic smile, to show that even though she got his little joke, she didn't think it was at all funny. Spanking her, like she was some six-year-old with a bratty streak? Please!


As Vincent approached the house, he was glad the drive was almost over. The storm had come earlier than reported, and it was raining quite badly. Soon, he could sit down in the couch, hug his girlfriend and watch a film as they waited for the storm to pass. He couldn't wait.

He entered the house, calling out, and got a sinking feeling in his stomach when there was no response. She couldn't have... Had she actually been stupid enough to leave the house? He searched through the house, but couldn't find her anywhere. That's when he found the note on the table.

"It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. I'm at Claire's house, see you tonight!"

He picked up the phone. If she was at Claire's house, at least he could sit down and wait until she came back when the storm was over. He'd be waiting in anger, ready to drag her over his knee and blister her bottom the second she came through the door, but at least they'd both be safe.

"No, I haven't seen Maxine all day," Claire said. "She said she'd stop by, but I assumed she'd cancelled it because of the storm."

He put the phone down with a sense of dread. This meant that she was somewhere between their house and Claire's, outside in the storm. All alone.

He ran to the car.


As he drove through the storm, glancing around to see if he could spot her by the side of the road, he picked up his cellphone. If he knew where she was, it would be easier to find her. But there was no answer.

He'd been out there for fifteen minutes before he spotted her, cowering under a tree. As he ran over to her, she flung her arms around his neck, clutching him as if she was a scared child. She was wearing a thin coat, barely protecting against a stiff breeze, much less a storm.

"I hope you're sitting comfortably," he growled when he'd carried her back to the car, and started to drive home. "Because when I get you home, you won't be sitting down for a MONTH!"

She rolled her eyes. She still didn't think his little joke was funny, but since he'd just saved her from a storm, she was going to let it pass. A few bad jokes didn't seem so bad from the man who'd saved her life.


"Finally," she sighed as they entered the house. "First thing first: A long, hot bath."

She walked towards the bathroom, but he stepped out in front of her, stopping her. "Aren't you forgetting something? Like that spanking I've been promising you?"

She rolled her eyes, trying to push him out of the way. "Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful that you rescued me, but that whole 'spanking' thing STILL isn't funny."

In the blink of an eye, he'd grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the couch. "I agree."

She gasped as he sat down, pulling her across his knee. What was going on? He couldn't be SERIOUS about the whole spanking business, could he?

As the first smacks landed on her denim-covered seat, causing her to cry out in a mixture of surprise and pain, she got her answer. She tried to stand up, to run from the sudden sting in her rear, but he'd placed his left hand on her back, holding her down.

"Ow! Let me up, you bastard!"

"Ignoring my orders? Being rude to me? Endangering your own LIFE!?" The anger in his voice was one of the scariest sounds she'd ever heard, especially considering her current position. "Oh no. I'm nowhere near done with your arse."

She howled as his hand continued its unrelenting assault on her rear end. She tried to reach back, but he grabbed her hands, holding them against the small of her back. "You deserve every smack," he said strictly.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the spanking stopped, which turned into a gasp as his hands moved to her jeans, starting to unbutton them. "What are you doing?" she said.

"I think this lesson will get through to you a lot better without your jeans," he told her.

She gasped as his hand landed on her panties. It hurt so much more without her jeans. "Ouch! Please, I'm sorry! I'll behave!"

"I doubt that," he said, not pausing the spanking for a second. "And I decide when this spanking is over, young lady. Not you."

The heat in her behind was getting unbearable before he let her off his lap. She reached back, trying to rub the incredible sting away, but he slapped her hands away. "Oh no. We're nowhere near done with your punishment."

She gasped. He couldn't be thinking of spanking her MORE?

He pushed her towards the corner, grabbing her hands and placing them on her head. "I want you to stay here, nose in the corner, until the otherwise. Don't try to speak, turn around, or rub your bottom," he told her. "You won't like the consequences."

She wanted to protest as he grabbed her panties, pulling them down to her knees, but a had a feeling it would be a bad idea at the moment.

"And while you're here," he growled, "I want you to think about how I felt, when I came home from work, and realized that you were out in the storm, when feared I could lose you forever because that stupid little head of yours can't grasp basic concepts of danger." He shook his head. "Well, I'm going to teach you to watch yourself, if I have to spank you every day for a year."

She cried to herself as the faced the corner. She hadn't thought about how he'd feel.


She squirmed around as she stood in the corner, knowing that he was sitting on the couch, watching her every move. Watching her stand there, red arse on display. She'd been here for almost twenty minutes, with nothing to do but stand there and think, and it was getting boring. On the other hand, he'd promised her more – meaning that the second she got out of the corner, she was going back over his knee. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to get it over with, or stay where she was forever.

After thirty minutes of corner time, he called her over. She walked over to him on shaky legs. "Bend over my knee," he said, patting his lap. "It's time to finish your spanking."

She lowered herself over his lap, scared of what was to come, but even more scared of the consequences of disobeying. She'd never thought her gentle giant of a boyfriend would spank her like this.

She cried out as the spanking continued, and her bottom, which had almost cooled while she was standing in the corner, was quickly heated up again.

When her backside was bright red and blistered, he helped the sobbing girl up, clutching her in his arms. She was there. She was safe. And if she ever endangered herself like that again, he was going to wear out her bottom to show her the error of her ways.