Good Morning (M/F story)

The first words that Molly heard that morning certainly opened her eyes.

"Go and get the hairbrush. You're getting a spanking." She stared wide-eyed at her boyfriend as she sat up in the bed. Peter was lying next to her, a big grin on his face.

"What did I do?" she whimpered, trying to think of something – anything! – she had done.

Peter smiled. The whole 'spanking relationship' was still new to her. "Absolutely nothing," he told her. "I'm going to bare your cute little behind and spank it bright red because I want to."

"Is that all?" she asked him.

"Of course not," he responded. "I'm also going to spank you because YOU want it – and you do, don't bother denying it." He leaned forward, giving her a passionate kiss. "We're responsible adults and can do whatever we want in our own bedroom. Right now, we're going to do this."

She still stared wide-eyed at him.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me to spank you." She blushed, unable to meet his gaze. He gave her butt a quick swat. "Go get the brush, darling." She squealed, and jumped to her feet.

Peter leaned back in the bed, watching her pert behind wiggle as she went over to the dresser where he'd placed the implements. Molly had never been in a relationship where she could explore her secret spanking kink before, and had conditioned herself to act vanilla. He had to introduce her to the various parts of their shared kink, one by one. And he loved every second of it.

She held out the brush to him, eyeing the object in her hand with a mixture of fear and arousal. He thought that the love-hate relationship between a spankee and their implement was a wonderful thing to see. Even more so when the latter was brought down repeatedly on the former's derrière.

He sat up, and she lowered herself over his lap, grinning a little as she felt his erection pressing against her stomach. She found it a little comforting to feel just how much he was enjoying this.

He lowered her panties, rubbing the brush against her pale, quivering cheeks. "In a little more than an hour, you're going to leave this house to go to work. Before you do, I'm going to make sure that you think of me every time you sit down. The sting will remind you of me, how much you love me..." He brought the brush down with a hard smack. "… And how much I love you."

Molly let out a deep moan as Peter continued the spanking, which changed to a groan as he started on her sit spots. She knew it wasn't sensible to feel like she felt, to enjoy pain and shame like this. She knew she was abnormal. And she knew Peter, wonderful Peter, loved her even more for it.

The cheeks in front of him changed from white to pink, and they were red before Peter told Molly to get to her feet.

"Get dressed. I'll get started on breakfast," he said as he gave her a quick kiss, and a squeeze to her bottom.