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When She Needs It by Tom,
hard spanking and a little humiliating F/m
A
spanking drama in four acts. When Adam ends up with no
underwear, he plans to give Laura the spanking of her life...
but not before both he and Laura are punished by an angry Delia
for being an hour late for their appointment.
Copyright (c) 2005 all rights reserved
ACT
ONE
LAURA came into the
bedroom and looked anxiously at ADAM.
ADAM was sitting on the
bed in only his cotton briefs.
LAURA: Adam, hurry up or we’ll be late.
ADAM: What time do we have to be at
George and Delia’s?
LAURA: In forty-five minutes.
ADAM: I’ll just take a quick shower and
we’ll be gone. I had a sweaty day at the
office. I need to cool
off.
ADAM rose and went into
the bathroom. LAURA went to the lounge.
She heard the water
spraying in the bathroom and settled down on the settee
to wait in her
impatience. Fret in her nerves was more like it. She hated
being late for anything
and somehow, her husband always managed to get
them late to wherever
they had to be on time. She knew that Delia was a
stickler for
punctuality.
LAURA was wearing a pink
mid-thigh length skirt that amplified her fleshy
mounds, a white t-shirt
which pressed tightly into her ample breasts and pink
high-heeled sandals. She
knew, without having to look in a full-length mirror
at her auburn hair and
light-brown eyes, how sexy she looked to Adam.
Ten minutes had ticked by
when she heard the shower flow cease. She
heard the scrape of the
rings on the rail as the shower curtain was pulled
back. She listened to
Adam’s thumping about in the bathroom and bedroom.
She heard the squeak of
the cupboard door being opened.
ADAM: Laura! Come here!
LAURA froze. Something
was wrong. ADAM only screamed like that when
something had gone very
wrong. She got up and with her pulse pounding, went
to the bedroom to see a
very irate ADAM standing in front of the cupboard
in his briefs.
ADAM: Look.
He pointed to a shelf in
the cupboard. LAURA looked at the shelf but failed to
see what the problem was.
ADAM: No underwear.
LAURA face filled with
trepidation as the problem slowly dawned on her.
ADAM: And no socks. L-a-u-r-a?
IN A LIVID TONE-OF-VOICE
Did you do the washing
today?
LAURA stared dumbfounded
at her husband as she remembered what
her duty-of-the-day was
supposed to have been.
ADAM: Laura, do I have to repeat
myself?
LAURA: No.
ADAM: Then answer me.
LAURA: No, I did not do the washing
today.
ADAM: You did not do the washing. Do
you know what that means?
It means I have no fresh underwear or socks or shirts to wear
tomorrow.
LAURA: I better go put it on.
Trembling, she started
walking towards the bathroom to fetch the laundry
basket.
ADAM: Wait.
LAURA stopped and
looked at ADAM with foreboding. His imposing,
stocky figure always
made her insides squirm with anxiety.
ADAM: Remember what I said to you
last time I ran out of underpants?
LAURA pondered for some
moments; then her memory came back to her.
LAURA: You threatened to give me a
spanking.
ADAM: Well honey I am going to do as
I threatened.
LAURA reacted with
shock.
LAURA: When?
ADAM: Now.
LAURA: You can’t spank me now; we have
to be at George and
Delia’s in half-an-hour.
ADAM: That’s enough time for a
quickie.
LAURA gazed at him in
alarm.
LAURA: What about the washing?
ADAM: Bring the basket to the
kitchen.
ADAM walked out of the
bedroom. LAURA went the bathroom, picked
up the laundry basket
and carried it into the kitchen where she set it down
next to the washing
machine. She loaded the machine and set the controls.
The machine switched
into its cycle. ADAM gave her a serious look.
ADAM: What kept you from doing that all
day?
LAURA just stared at him
blankly. ADAM opened a cupboard.
LAURA gasped when she saw
the flat wooden carpet brush in his hand.
ADAM went to a chair, sat
down and looked at her.
ADAM: Right honey, over my knees.
LAURA just stood and
stared at her husband. Her
insides were in turmoil
as she anticipated the imminent spanking
– and with the
carpet brush to boot.
She had received it on
numerous occasions and was well aware of the
brush’s deadly sting.
ADAM screwed up his face
in fury.
ADAM: L-a-u-r-a! Come here.
As her buttocks tensed
up inside her panties, she involuntarily cupped her
hands over the cheeks
through her skirt. ADAM’s look grew fiercer.
ADAM: L-a-u-r-a!
LAURA looked at the
clock on the wall and saw that they had a quarter-of-an
hour to get to George
and Delia’s. She decided to negotiate.
LAURA: Look Adam, we have fifteen
minutes to get to George and Delia. When we
get back later, I will
go into the garden and find the most suitable switch I
can find with which you
can give me the most painful thrashing you can.
But please…
LAURA screwed up her
face anxiously.
…let’s go to George and
Delia’s now.
ADAM stood up and looked
at her grim-faced.
ADAM: Alright, I will comply with your
wish to receive the most painful thrashing I
can give you. But, I
cannot let you go scott-free. Bend over.
LAURA gave him a wistful
look, decided she had to oblige and doubled
over. ADAM raised her
skirt over her back, lowered her pink panties mid-
thigh and before she
could even take in a deep breath, six devastating
carpet-brush swats had
landed in the centre of her buttocks. LAURA bit her
tongue and screwed up
her lips in order not allow herself to utter any sound.
She was well-aware of
the penalty for crying during a spanking.
ADAM: Right honey, let’s go.
Her eyes filled with
moisture, LAURA pulled up her panties
over her throbbing
bottom and smoothed down her skirt.
ADAM got dressed. They
left.
ACT TWO
Red lights against them,
a traffic jam and a wrong turning or two –
spawned by LAURA’s
misdirection and ADAM’s fuming – brought them
to GEORGE and DELIA’S
townhouse a hour late.
ADAM parked the car.
They went up a short flight of stairs to ring
the bell of The front door. DELIA answered the door.
DELIA bore her fury-filled face down on ADAM and LAURA.
DELIA: You two are an hour late!
ADAM: We would have been here earlier
but my wife’s directions got us lost.
LAURA shot her husband a
black look. DELIA focused her fiery eyes on
ADAM.
DELIA: You two have been here many
times before.
ADAM: My wife has a bad memory.
DELIA: Perhaps your wife needs a cure
for her memory problem.
LAURA: What do you mean by a cure?
DELIA: Come in and find out.
ADAM and LAURA stepped
into the front room. DELIA closed the door.
DELIA: Follow me, both of you.
ADAM and LAURA followed
DELIA into the pushily furnished
sitting room. GEORGE was
kneeling in a corner in his underpants.
His arms were handcuffed
behind his back.
DELIA: George is being punished.
George, tell Adam and Laura why you are
being punished.
GEORGE turned his head
towards them and smiled self-consciously.
GEORGE: I was late.
DELIA turned to face
them with a look of authority.
Adam, remove your
trousers, Laura remove your skirt.
LAURA shot a glance at
her husband and saw how dumbfounded he suddenly
looked. But as she
herself knew of DELIA’S strictness, she had an idea of
what was about to
happen. Nevertheless she could feel her nerves shaking.
ADAM: Just what do you mean by that?
ADAM was trying to show
his manliness. DELIA shot him a fiery look.
DELIA: Perhaps I need to make it clear
to you that both of you are going to be
punished. That is why
you, Adam, have to remove your trousers and
Laura her skirt.
ADAM: Why do I have to be punished? It
was Laura’s fault we were late.
DELIA looked at him.
DELIA: Why was it her fault?
ADAM: She had a problem with the
washing.
DELIA looked at LAURA.
DELIA: What do you have to say to
that?
LAURA: My husband had no underwear.
ADAM gave his wife a
dirty look.
DELIA: Then what happened?
LAURA: He told me to bend over and
spanked me with a brush.
DELIA turned to ADAM.
DELIA: So Adam, that is the reason you
two were late. Too busy
getting off on spanking
your wife to notice the time.
ADAM suddenly felt
uncomfortable under the glare of DELIA.
DELIA walked across the
sitting-room, fetched a chair and brought it
to where ADAM stood. She
placed the chair next to him.
DELIA: Sit down.
ADAM sat down and looked
at DELIA in wonder.
DELIA went to a
chest-of-drawers and pulled out a drawer and took out
a pair of handcuffs. She
came over to ADAM.
DELIA: Place your arms behind the
chair.
ADAM did so.
DELIA placed the
handcuffs around his wrists and clamped the cuffs shut.
ADAM was locked in
position on the chair.
DELIA: Laura, remove your husband’s
trousers.
Obediently, Laura moved
towards ADAM. She undid the zipper, the waist-
button and slid the
trousers off his hips, down his legs and off his feet. She
folded the trousers and
placed them over the settee. She looked at ADAM and
considered how
vulnerable he looked in his shirt and white cotton briefs.
DELIA: Remove your skirt.
LAURA unzipped her skirt
at the waist, slipped it off her hips, down her
legs and stepped out it.
She placed it alongside the trousers on the settee.
Feeling self-conscious
in her pink panties and t-shirt, she stood
gazing at DELIA.
DELIA: Take off Adam’s underpants.
LAURA bent over her
husband and tugged his briefs off his hips, down his
legs and off his feet
and turned to DELIA.
DELIA: Screw the underpants into a
ball.
LAURA did so.
Stuff them into Adam’s
mouth.
LAURA did so. She stood
looking at her husband. Sitting on the chair with his
wrists handcuffed behind
him, the briefs inside his mouth and his erection up
high, LAURA found she
just had to laugh. Never before had she seen him in
such a kinky position.
But she had to admit, she was impressed with the
punishment DELIA had
devised for ADAM.
DELIA went to the
chest-of-drawers, pulled out a drawer and took out a
long, rectangular,
wooden paddle. LAURA looked at it in shock.
DELIA shut
the
drawer and turned to LAURA.
DELIA: Go stand at
the back of the settee.
LAURA went to stand
behind the backrest of the settee.
DELIA: Double over the backrest and
place your hands under the cushion.
LAURA bent over the
backrest and placed her hands under the cushion.
DELIA moved to LAURA and
slid her panties to her knees. She began to
apply light taps LAURA’S
bare cheeks with the paddle, tapping each cheek in
turn.
DELIA: Part of Adam’s punishment is to
watch you get spanked without being able to
do or say anything about
it.
LAURA felt honoured that
she was playing her part in his punishment. But
she also knew she was
going to enjoy her spanking from DELIA. Unknown to
ADAM, DELIA and LAURA
were secret lovers, often spending time together
loving each other and
often, DELIA would show her own love for LAURA by
warming her bottom.
DELIA gradually
increased the power in her taps until they progressed into
full swats until she was
paddling LAURA’S buttocks with full force. LAURA
tightened her lips to
prevent her from crying during the spanking. ADAM had
forbidden her to cry
during a spanking and she wanted to be sure she would
not renege on her
obligation.
DELIA was now paddling
LAURA’S buttocks with a steady rhythm. She
was bringing the flat
wooden plank down hard across each mound in turn,
causing each fleshy orb
to deepen its shade of red.
LAURA had complained to
DELIA about ADAM’S poor sense of time and
the tall, muscular lover
of LAURA’S agreed that she would devise a way
to get both her and her
husband punished to try and make ADAM more aware
of his social
responsibilities. LAURA had discovered that continually arriving
late at parties and
social gatherings was not a good way of fostering healthy
social relations.
LAURA hoped, as she lay
over the settee getting her butt blistered, much
to her enjoyment, that her husband was
sensitive enough to see the point
of the whole painful and humiliating
experience.
Eventually, DELIA
stopped the spanking and helped her lover off the settee.
As LAURA stood lost in
her state of internal bliss, pulling her panties up
over her scorched fleshy
mounds, she watched DELIA go over to ADAM
and remove the briefs
from his mouth and the handcuffs off his wrists.
ADAM got to his feet and
began stretching his limbs, getting the blood
circulating in his
numbed legs and arms. LAURA watched him with
foreboding.
ACT THREE
ADAM parked the car in
the garage of their house. He turned to his wife with
a look of expectation.
She looked at him in bewilderment.
ADAM: Laura, you have something to
do.
LAURA: What?
ADAM: Find a switch.
LAURA: What?
ADAM: Remember your promise just as I
was about to spank you for not doing the
washing?
LAURA: Are you going to thrash me now?
She was sitting on the
car seat on an extremely burning bottom. How could
she face one of Adam’s
thrashings?
ADAM: L-a-u-r-a. Get out of the car
and find a switch. I will wait here in the garage
for you.
ADAM got out of the car.
LAURA found that climbing out of her seat was
a very sore point right
then. But as she knew she had to get on with her task,
she set out for the
garden and began scouting around for something suitable. It
had to be suitable
otherwise she would really be in trouble.
She found one. Lying in
the grass was a switch that looked suitable – it was
long and thick and had a
series of nodules along its length…perfect to
administer a sound
thrashing with. A thrashing she had urged him to give her.
Why had she been so rash
in her negotiation earlier that evening, she
wondered as she walked
to the garage. LAURA handed the switch to ADAM.
He took it and looked it
over, and looked at her and smiled, clearly impressed.
ADAM: Laura, you sure know how to pick
a switch.
LAURA welcomed his
compliment; after all, she’d had plenty of practice
finding suitable
switches during their seven-year long marriage. ADAM spent
some moments
contemplating the switch; then raised his head and looked at
LAURA. The smile had
left his face.
ADAM: Why did you laugh at me?
LAURA: When?
ADAM: When you were staring at me in
the chair.
LAURA felt an icy wave
pass through her veins. A picture of ADAM sitting
in the chair with the
briefs in his mouth flashed before her. Cold reality hit
her. Why had she had
been so callous as to laugh at him at such a moment.
She looked at the man
to whom she had been married for five years. The rigid
expression on his face
told her that he did not find her laughing at him
amusing.
ADAM pointed to the
high stool standing to one side of the garage.
ADAM: Place yourself over the stool
so that your pelvis rests on the seat and your
hands grip the rungs at
its base.
LAURA gave ADAM a long
look of regret, then in her submission walked
to the stool. She
lowered her pelvic area onto the seat, doubled over and
gripped her fists
around the rungs.
ADAM: Spread your legs wide.
LAURA spread her legs
as wide as possible, arching them high above the
floor. ADAM stood
contemplating his wife in this position - the position
he enjoyed her the most
in. Finally he walked up to stop beside the stool.
He slid his fingers
inside the waistband of her panties. They felt so flimsy
to his touch. So
feminine. His wife looked so soft and erotic over the stool.
It was a pity he had to
administer a severe thrashing to her soft behind. A
behind which he made
vulnerable by sliding the panties down to her knees.
The aftermath of the
brush-and-paddle-work was marked by the crimson
shade of LAURA’S
bottom. Nevertheless, ADAM felt it was his duty as the
man-of-the-house, to
render his wife’s buttocks unsittable as a consequence
of her attitude today.
She had failed him in her domestic duty, and she had
humiliated him by
laughing at him in his predicament. She had to pay the
price.
He swung the switch
around the back of his shoulders and brought it down
across the width of her
buttocks with a RESOUNDING SWISH.
LAURA jacknifed on the
stool from the force with which the switch struck
her mounds.
NooooooooAdaaaaaaamOoooooow!
Her bottom felt as if a
swarm of bees had stung it. LAURA lost all sense of
her obligation and
opened the floodgates of her cries and screams.
SWISH!
Aaaaaaooooooooooaaah!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaooooooowwww!
LAURA: Adam! – It huuuuurts!
ADAM: Good. You deserve it to hurt.
LAURA’S legs buckled as
she pushed out her rear spreading
her cleavage. Her head
lolled down, her body relaxed. She waited
for the next…
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH!
Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH! Aaaaaoooowwwwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH!
Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH!
Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH! Aaaaaoooowwwwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH! Aaaaaoooowwwwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH! Aaaaaoooowwwwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH! Aaaaaoooowwwwww!
SWISH!
NoooooAdaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!
SWISH! Oooooooaaaaawwww!
SWISH!
Aaaaadaaaaaaaaaaam!
SWISH!
Adaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!
ACT
FOUR
LAURA lay in bed on her
scorched butt snuggled up and sobbing in
ADAM’S arms.
LAURA: That had to be the most painful
thrashing you could give me.
ADAM: If that is what you wish to
assume.
LAURA LOOKED AT HIM
ANXIOUSLY
LAURA: What do you mean?
ADAM: You’ll find out the next time
you leave me with no underwear.
LAURA gave ADAM a long,
serious look, kissed him and snuggled deeper
into the arms of the
man she could not live without. The man who gives her
what she needs when she
needs it.
ADAM saw the lustful
look in his wife’s eyes and knew she was ready for
his manly prowess.
Though he had not admitted so much to her, the episode
of sitting locked in
position with his briefs inside his mouth had aroused him
immensely. So did the
way his wife had taken the paddling from DELIA.
ADAM pressed into her.
LAURA yielded her crotch to him wincing as she
lifted her hot,
multi-striped bottom off the sheets. He pushed his raging
manhood into her and as
she began to buck under his sexual prowess,
he spurted his juices
inside her. And as she began to moan in her erotic
abandon; her juices
mingling with his as he rode her, he recalled the serene
glow in her face when
she had picked herself up from the settee. And though
the brush and switch
had served their part in intensifying her sensuality,
perhaps, ADAM
reflected, purchasing a paddle might just be the way to a
more fulfilled
marriage.
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