Lori was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, looking forward to the romantic Monday that Tom had arranged for them. She could hear Tom downstairs as he switched on the radio in the kitchen, she gave herself a little smile in the mirror, before rinsing her teeth. Then she heard his voice shouting up to her.
"Lori! Are you trying to wind me up?"
She pulled her dressing gown tighter around herself, and opened the bathroom door, standing looking down the stairs she sees that Tom is holding up two envelopes.
"Did you send this extra one to wind me up?" Tom asks her, with a doubting look on his face.
"I don't know what you mean." Lori replied as she made her way down the stairs.
"Well I sent this card," Tom said, breaking the mystery of Valentine's Day slightly. "but I didn't send this one. So who did?"
"Nah, I'm not falling for this, you sent them both just so you could start the day of with an early morning bum tanning. I know you too well, Tom!" Lori replied laughing at her lover.
Tom's face darkened at Lori's laughter, and it dawned on him that the card was genuine and not just her winding him up. As he looked at her he noticed that she could not hold eye contact with him, this was turning out to be not funny at all. "So do you know who it is from then?" Tom demanded.
Lori looked down at her bare feet, as she fidgeted from foot to foot, biting at her lower lip she shook her head, then finally said, "No not really."
"What do you mean not really? Either you know or you don't know."
Lori sniffed, and looked on the verge of tears. "Well I'm not sure, it could be from one of the guys at work I suppose, maybe."
"Oh yeah! Which one?" Tom shouted.
"Well I don't know do I?" Lori said still shifting from foot to foot. "I could be any of them, you know fooling around, a bit of banter."
"A bit of banter?"
"Well everyone does it at work don't they?" Lori said looking very guilty.
"I don't, you are telling me you spend all day at work flirting with anything in trousers, is that what you are saying?"
"Well kind of, but you make it sound all dirty and it isn't." Lori said pleadingly.
Tom took hold of Lori's hand and marched her over to the sofa,sitting down Tom said. "Get that dressing gown off and get over my knee, and this isn't going to be a fun spanking!"
"Please, Tom this was supposed to be a special day!" Lori whined.
"Don't worry it's going to be special all right, now get a move on!"
Lori stared at Tom, her pretty heart shaped face in her best sulky look, her blue-green eyes looking pleadingly, almost begging for tacit forgiveness. Her silent look of regret didn't work as Tom repeated his instruction. Slowly Lori loosened the cloth belt on her fleecy gown, still looking at Tom to see if there was any break in his resolve. There wasn't. As she slipped out of her gown and let it fall to the floor, she stood there in her Sloggi mint green (Tom's favourite.) two piece set. Tom pointed at the little shorts and said.
"By the way don't think they are staying on, because they aren't."
"Tom please, they are so thin....." Lori pleaded, her fingers at the waistband of her boy shorts.
"Well if they are so thin it won't make any difference, so get them of."
Lori made a little stamp of her feet, and snorted at Tom, but then obediently, slowly slipped them down her legs. Her shaven crotch now coming into view as she reluctantly lowered her pants. Then Lori eased herself over Tom's lap, she had a little secret smile to herself, as she felt his excited state through the thinness of his PJ's, prodding at her tummy.
Her smile didn't last long, Tom's hand came down hard on her naked buttocks, the impact almost taking her breath away. Lori knew now that this was really not going to be a fun spanking. Tom was annoyed to say the least, they had both taken time off work for a special romantic Valentine's, and yet here he was spanking his girlfriend for being an outright self confessed flirt.
"No more tight blouses at work for you girl. No more flashing your headlights to all a sundry. Eh?"
Apart from little squeaks and screams, Lori Stayed silent to Tom's question. His spanking had taken her by surprise, by shock actually. She had never expected to him react with such gusto. His hand rained down on her proffered buttocks, fast and hard. Before she had time to react to one hand fall, another would come down on her quickly reddening bottom. Instead of the normal spanking warmth, she was feeling an intense heat building up in her .
"God I hope he doesn't see my credit card statement." She thought to herself.
"I asked a question girl!" Tom said through gritted teeth, as he laid on a particularly hard flurry.
"I won't... I'll wear loose jumpers... I'll... please Tom stop!" Lori pleaded as her view of the carpet beneath became a misty blur. She couldn't help herself, her legs started to flail around, taking on a life of their own. All this did was open up to Tom new areas for chastisement, she now found her inner thighs and the tops of her legs coming into Tom's spanking range. All she could do was grit her teeth again, and to pray for him to stop. Stop he did.
Tom helped his tearful girlfriend back to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at him and gave him weak sorrowful smile.
"Well that will do for a start," Tom said. "now go in the kitchen, and fetch me the green plastic pallet knife."
"Wha... what for, what do you need that for?" Stuttered Lori.
"Six across your arse, that's what for, your spanking was just a warm up!"
"I can't go in there, I've only got my bra on! People can see into the kitchen, what would they think?"
"They'll think, there's a girl that's had a hard spanking, and she's lucky that she hasn't had her dirty little flirty mouth soaped as well."
Mouth soaped! That idea had never even crossed her mind, so she quickly dashed off to the kitchen before Tom thought more on it. Lori grabbed the pallet knife, all the time thinking "he must never see the credit card statement".
When she came back into the living room, Tom was standing by the end of the sofa, his erection painfully obvious under his PJ bottoms. She handed him the instrument of her immediate correction, her lower lip trembling in anticipation.
"Right over the arm of the sofa, bottom right up. Six of the best coming up."
The first one shocked her. It didn't so much hurt on impact, it burned. Such an innocuous kitchen implement how could it cause such pain? By the fourth stroke, she could taste the salt of her own tears in her mouth. When the sixth stroke fell she thought to herself, "he must never ever see the credit card statement!"
In the blur of tears and pain, she heard the plastic pseudo paddle hit the floor, she felt his hands on her naked hips. She felt herself being lifted slightly, she felt the head of his cock probing at the lips of her sex. She heard a little voice in her head say. "Where can I leave that statement where he can find it? The one with the 'Bluemountain.com invoice on it?"
Sometimes you know, a fun spanking just can't cut it!
Happy Valentine's Day, from Lori and Tomas!