Careful What You Wish For

Ok I found it, my first spanking story. It's really just a silly bit of fantasy...and I'm aware that it's not that great. It does, however,
share some of my very personal feelings and fantasies.

It was
just a typical, boring day in the life of Elle. The time always seemed
to just drag when her husband Jim was at work. Not that she had nothing
to do...there was that pile of dishes in the sink that he had asked her
to do...not to mention that pile of homework she had due next week for
her college classes. She looked at both piles in contemplation, but
then did what she always did, turned up her nose in disgust and
thought, "I'll do them tomorrow."

She decided to go out and get
the mail...maybe one of her favorite magazines will have shown up. No
such luck...just a bunch of junk mail...and...ewww...bills. One in
particular made her stomach turn when she saw it. It was that SuperCard
that she'd gotten...and as she now remembered...had forgotten to pay
after she'd racked up quite a few purchases on it last month! She
ripped open the envelope, and about fell over. It seems they add very
large fees when you forget to pay. Now her $500 card with the $15
minimum payment suddenly had a $729 balance! And they wanted $229
minimum right now! How in the world were they ever going to pay this?
And Jim was going to be so angry!

Thinking of his reaction...she
recalled a fantasy she'd often had. Instead of getting so mad and
yelling at her, why couldn't he just give her a spanking? She had never
known why, but she had always, since she was a little girl, fantasized
about a big strong man who loved her enough to give her the discipline
she needed and craved. She had even asked Jim to spank her before, and
he did so, during foreplay. It was great fun, but he didn't really
share or understand this desire she had. The moment she would start to
squirm or complain, he would immediately stop, so she had never really
lost control. He had been raised, to never hit a lady, and couldn't
imagine doing anything to really hurt the girl he loved. And Elle
wouldn't really want him any other way...still...she couldn't shake
that fantasy. The one where her man had just had quite enough of her
nonsense and made up his mind to really teach her a lesson.

A
few days before, Elle had been doing a little shopping at her favorite
thrift store when something caught her eye. Down in the bottom of a
bin, almost hidden, was a paddle! It was a small oval wooden one,
similar to a hairbrush, but no bristles. The paddle was only $1, so she
bought it, thinking it might be fun to give to Jim on her birthday, in
hopes of getting a spanking. With all this thinking about spanking that
she'd been doing, she pulled it out from where she had hidden it under
her mattress to gaze at it, thinking about how it would feel if it were
properly applied to her bottom. As she looked more closely, she
couldn't help but notice how worn it looked...as if it had been
well-used on many occasions. "I sure wish it had been used on me!", she
sighed. Strange...she could've sworn she saw it sparkle...only for an
instant...but...nah it must've just been her imagination. Then she
looked at it again, more closely, and saw, in extremely faint writing,
the words "Rub Me". What an odd thing for it to say...oh what the
hell...she gave it a rub. Then she laughed at herself, thinking, "I
must really be going crazy to have thought anything would happen!"

As
she was about to put the paddle back in it's place, she got the funny
feeling that she wasn't alone. She slowly turned, looking over her
shoulder, and nearly passed out at what she saw! There was a man
standing there! And not just any man...he truly looked like an
angel...dark
blonde shaggy hair, chocolate brown eyes which had just a hint of green
in them, tan complexion, very rugged, at over 6 feet tall he towered
over her petite 5'2" body! And what's
more, he had her paddle in his hand. He may have looked like an angel,
but as she studied his face, she could see a very mischevious glint in
his eyes...his perfect mouth then began to spread into a wide smile
that could melt an iceberg. She couldn't help thinking how devillishy
sexy this "angel" looked. "Wh-wh-who are you???", Elle demanded of him.
After all, he was very attractive, but it was still a stranger in her
bedroom. Then, from his mouth, came the most sexy, deep, amazing voice
she had ever heard, he even had the Australian accent that she often
fantasized about..."You really don't know do you? I mean, after all, I
wouldn't be here if you hadn't wished it." "What the fuck are you
talking about? You have 60 seconds to explain yourself before I call
the police!" "Well now young lady, there's no need for that. I wouldn't
be around when they got here anyway and you'd look a bit silly then
wouldn't you? I'd love to see you explain to them how you met a genie."

"A
genie?", she asked incredulously. She hadn't believed in Santa since
she was 5, and this man was telling her he was a genie??? Still, she
couldn't really figure out how he got there. "Oh yes", he said, "name's
Gabe, been around for thousands of years fulfilling the spanking wishes
of young women who come across my paddle." "Your paddle?", she
asked...she was truly confused now...she pinched herself wondering if
she was dreaming, but she didn't seem to be. He was obviously becoming
annoyed with her..."Did you wish for a spanking or not?" "Well, I guess
I did, but...", her voice trailed off. "But you didn't expect to
actually get one did you?" "N-n-no...not really.", she stammered. He
looked her over...hmmmm the girl definitely needs an attitude
adjustment, he thought...but she's rather cute, flashing green eyes,
blonde hair, curvy figure...oh how he loved his job! "You've never been
spanked before have you?", he asked her as he flashed that damn grin
again. "Of course I have!", she retorted, feeling rather defensive, "My
parents spanked me when I was little, and my husband has spanked me
too." He sighed, "No no, I mean a REAL spanking." Elle felt her cheeks
turning red...how could he know she'd never gotten more than a few
swats in her life? And how could he know that she'd always dreamed of a
man who would give her more than that?

He could see the
questions in her eyes, the wheels spinning as she tried to make sense
of all this. "You have been a naughty girl lately, haven't you Elle?"
Shit! He knew her name...and apparently more than that! Ok...stay
calm...she thought. "I don't know.", she lamely replied. He began to
walk to the kitchen, "I think you bloody well do know!", he mumbled.
She wondered...what is he doing now? She also couldn't help but notice
that his rear view was almost as nice as his front! He was wearing a
pair of black leather pants and had about the most perfect ass she'd
ever seen on a man. Of course, soon she'd be much more concerned with
her own ass. As he grabbed an armless chair from the dining room table
and set it down close to where she was standing, she figured out
exactly what he was doing. Her tummy did a little flip flop and she
couldn't believe this was actually happening. "I know about the
SuperCard Elle, and the dishes, and the homework, and your generally
poor attitude. Young lady, you are in need of some serious discipline,
and I am here to give it to you." Her green eyes got very large as she
listened to him...this IS what she wanted...isn't it?

She had
been doing a lot of thinking about what she really wanted, but as he
took hold of her arm and pulled her across his lap, it became clear to
her that she, for once, had no control over the situation! This man was
going to give her the spanking she had wished for, and there was
nothing she could do about it. She felt a tingle all over her body of
fear, anticipation and excitement all at once. Gabe informed her that
he would first give her a warm-up hand spanking, and promptly proceeded
to apply his large hand to her bottom over her pajama pants. She
thought of protesting, but thought better of it, the man she had wished
for would only spank her harder if she complained, so she thought she'd
just see how this went. As he continued to spank her...she began to
smile slightly...she had been so afraid of this and it didn't really
hurt at all! Little did she realize that for the warm-up he was barely
using any force at all. He smirked to himself thinking of her false
sense of security, and just kept on spanking. Of course, a sting began
to build up, as happens with warmups, and she started to squirm just a
bit. Just as she started to feel uncomfortable, he STOPPED! Is that
it??? Then, to her horror, she realized that the hunk whose lap she
happened to be over was slipping his large fingers into the waistband
of her pants! "NO!", she said loudly. "Oh but yes.", he smiled, "You
didn't think you were getting off that easily did you?" She was
mortified because she wasn't wearing any panties under those pjs! And
the thought of him looking at her bare bottom...how embarrassing!

Gabe
slid the pants down over the curve of her luscious backside until they
were down around her knees, and smiled at the view he had. Her bottom
was a soft pink where he had warmed it, milky white everywhere else.
She didn't feel embarrased for long though, he began to show her what
his hand was really capable of. It felt like she'd imagined a paddle
would, and he was careful to redden every inch. "Alright", he said,
"time for the paddle." When the paddle landed it's first loud swat,
Elle yelped from the sting. "Please, no, I can't!", she cried. Gabe
ignored her protests and started to really bring that paddle down on
her bare cheeks and thighs. Elle was yelping and wriggling from the
intense burn, all concerns for modesty gone. He took the paddle up one
side of her bottom and down the other, with an expertise she had only
dreamed about. He decided to check for signs of remorse, "If I let you
up now, are you going to stop goofing off and do your work and be more
careful with spending?" "Go fuck yourself!" He shook his head...she was
definitely a challenge, "Wrong answer." He then started really spanking
her hard...she had a lot of nerve cursing at him that way! As she
stared at the carpet, feeling a burn in her backside she had never even
imagined could hurt so badly, she wondered what got into her...how
could she be so stupid??? Then, determined to really teach her a
lesson, he started to really concentrate on her sit spot where her
bottom met her thighs. The little paddle, which had earlier seemed so
harmless, was starting to raise some real welts. Then he uttered one of
those phrases that Elle had always fantasized about hearing, "You won't
be able to sit down for a week!" She had never been brought to tears by
a spanking before, but this was really starting to hurt! And she was
really starting to feel sorry for the things she had done. She could
feel the tears welling up in her eyes, followed by a warm wet trickle
rolling down her cheeks. With the tears came the release that she had
craved for so long, the letting go. She felt so much better, in spite
of the pain, she felt cared for.

When Elle started to softly
sob, Gabe could tell that he had done his job well, that she was truly
repentant. He scooped her up to a sitting position on his lap, kissed
her gently, just held her, listening to her promises of better future
behavior, smiling, knowing this would only be the first of many lessons
for Elle.