Since this has just happened I thought I’d give a taste (far more than I should for Saturday Spanking) of the first Cassie book, Cassie’s Space. In fact this is Cassie’s very first spanking.
As Cassie and Tom explore a small wooded area on a picnic date, Cassie becomes furious when she ruins a new pair of shoes by stepping in deep mud.
“Look at this shit,” I nearly screamed. It took so little back then to have me spinning off into a rage, and this had done it. “This is the first time I’ve worn these damn shoes. This shit’s all over them.”
“Cassie!” Tom barked. “I’m not listening to that lang—”
“You don’t like the way I talk? Shit, shit, shit!” I shouted. “I’ll say anything I damn well please! Who the hell are you to tell me how to talk?”
“That’s enough,” Tom interrupted, in a strangely calm voice.
“You’re damn right it’s enough,” I snapped. “Get out of my face and don’t tell me how to talk.”
Tom gave me a deeply penetrating look that I’ve come to know well over our many years together. But that first time, I had no idea what he was about to do. He took a firm grip on my upper arm and practically dragged me over to one of the beaver-felled trees. Tom sat, and with one yank I found myself over his lap. He had probably landed three or four hard swats on my rear before it sank into my angry, confused mind that the man was spanking me, as if he needed to teach me – a woman of nearly thirty – a lesson!
I went ballistic. I would not allow this to happen. I tried to throw myself off his lap. Flailing my arm back and kicking, I tried to escape his grip. But it didn’t work. Tom grabbed my free hand and held it tightly as he put his leg over mine. I felt as trussed up as a Christmas turkey as he held me firmly over his lap. Through all this struggling the spanking never slowed. I couldn’t believe how badly it hurt.
I finally realized he was talking to me the whole time. I didn’t catch it all, but I got the gist, ‘inappropriate’ language. “You’re not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You’re a lady. You’re not going to talk like a streetwalker.”
If he thought he had heard cussing, what I cut loose with then, did not compare to what he’d heard me say before. But, the more I cussed, the harder he spanked. I didn’t think I could take much more. No one had ever spanked me before and the pain shocked me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Something had to give. I would not allow myself to beg him to stop. But I finally had to shut my mouth and grit my teeth to keep from crying. I refused to allow him the satisfaction of feeling he had ‘humbled’ me.
When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked to get away. Tom began rubbing my bottom gently, with the hand he had just used to burn me up. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Of course I was not okay, he’d just spanked me. But I had heard genuine compassion in his voice and that only served to confuse me further. Tom helped me to my feet and held me firmly at arm’s length.
“Look at me,” he said quietly. I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly.
He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes. The look on his face bewildered me. In his face, I saw understanding, concern and caring. His look mesmerized me. Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.
“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”
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