Spankings are snow fun

Happy new year! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas filled with love, fun and kinkiness.

What better way to welcome 2014 than with a fun and naughty blog hop? Those clever chicks at Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings have come up with an event guaranteed to warm you in all the right places: Winter Spanks!

There are dozens of blogs taking part and prizes galore to be won, and my little blog is one of them :)

And so to my contribution. A story starring a naughty girl called Penny (plus ça change)... thank you to the lovely Emily Tilton for helping me with it!

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It had been a spur of the moment thing; a surprise weekend trip to a place he hoped his overworked girlfriend would find beautiful and relaxing: Loch Lomond.

The place was indeed beautiful, in a wild, wintry way: the clear blue water of the loch was a mirror image of the clear blue sky; snow lay on the ground, all around them and over the rugged hills that stretched into the distance; the air was bright, cold and crisp. A little too cold for Penny’s liking, truth be told. She was very glad she had worn her thick leggings, but still she wondered how long it would be before they were back indoors, snug and warm. She hugged her cuddly toy – a small, pink creature called Mr Pink – to herself as she walked with her boyfriend along the edge of the loch.

As it often seemed to when walking, Penny’s mind began to wander. After a quick dalliance with the idea of being a swan on the water, it wandered to a place far from the starkly beautiful scenery that surrounded her and to an impressionistic, visceral place of feeling. Of sexuality.

She didn’t know quite why, and she didn’t quite understand the feelings the idea gave her, but she had always wanted to be spanked. She always felt a strange thrill when she saw someone being spanked in a film, or on TV, and she imagined herself in the person’s place. She loved that BH was the man he was – funny, considerate, kind – but she wanted him, just sometimes, to be commanding... to be firm with her... to be mean... to manhandle her; to overpower her; to slap her bottom and call her a bad girl.

Lost in her thoughts, Penny had hardly noticed that she and BH had left the footpath along the edge of the water and entered a kind of fortress. She was brought back to the moment when BH pointed at a huge black cannon and excitedly cried “Wow, look at these!”

There were six identical cannons all lined up, facing the water. Penny raced up to the nearest and smiled for a photo, then sat Mr Pink on top of it for another. She took a few photos of BH posing beside it, one with her toy in shot as if it was Godzilla, and was suddenly struck by a mischievous impulse.

She skipped to the fortress wall and leaned over the side, kicking a leg up and looking at BH with a naughty grin.

“Hey, Penny... want to come away from the edge?” BH said, a fair degree of worry in his voice. But his request went quite unheeded: instead of coming back from the parapet, Penny leaned further over it. “Ooh...” she teased, rocking forward provocatively, “I think I might fall..!”

BH, no fan of heights at the best of times, had seen enough. He raced to Penny, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to safety.

“DON’T do that again!” he snapped down at her, genuine anger in his voice and his expression. “You really are stupid sometimes!”

Penny felt a strange shiver of trepidation at her placid boyfriend’s unusual reaction. She hadn’t really meant to annoy him...

She slipped an arm round him and looked up into his face with a sweet smile. “I was only kidding,” she purred, hoping to see her smile reflected in his handsome face.

She gasped as, instead, she was unceremoniously lifted off her feet and draped face down over a cannon, her bottom pointing inelegantly towards the sky. She gasped again as a terrible thought hit her like a snowball to the face – was BH going to spank her?

“No! You can’t! You wouldn’t!” she cried, colour rushing to her panic-stricken face, feet kicking comically. And, to Penny’s relief, it seemed that he indeed couldn’t: after letting her squirm for a moment he took her by the waist and lifted her back down to the ground. But no sooner had he done so – and just as Penny parted her lips to call him a big, mean tease – he took hold of the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down, right down to her ankles, leaving her bare legs trembling in the cold Scottish breeze.

“OH!” Penny cried in shock, putting her hands to herself in embarrassment.

“I can and I will!” BH said, the unfamiliar commanding note in his voice making Penny’s legs feel a little weaker. “And without these to protect that naughty little bottom!”

Before she could say the words that flashed across her mind – “You’re not really going to spank me, are you?” – she was turned by the shoulder to face the cannon and smartly placed over it once more. Oh, the metal was so cold against her bare skin! “Help! No! Wait!” she stammered, tossing her head and wriggling in an ineffective attempt to get herself down from the improvised spanking bench she found herself draped over. But BH’s firm hand – the firm hand that she had fantasised about so often – held her in place.

Penny was unaccustomed to being in such an inelegant position full stop, let alone outdoors, and she was naturally worried that someone might see her. But for some reason the only thing she could think of to say was “N-not in front of Mr Pink!”

BH stifled a laugh and countered Penny’s protest in the same strict tone he had employed a moment earlier. “If you didn’t want Mr Pink to see you like this, you should have behaved yourself!”

And with that he raised his hand and snapped it down against his girlfriend’s bottom with a satisfying slap, as crisp as the air. Satisfying to his eye and ear, at least; Penny seemed altogether less pleased with the sensation. “Ooh!” she yelped at the sting. She yelped again when a second smack landed across the base of her buttocks, and again when a third quickly followed to the back of her left thigh. The pink panties she wore squirmed enticingly and were soon outdone in colour by the soft curves they hugged.

The strange, hot, stinging feeling that the spanking brought forth was uncomfortable enough – a sensation that quickly grew very intense, with BH’s rapid, hard smacks – but worse was the sense of humiliation that overwhelmed her. She felt like a naughty little girl; like a misbehaving child being publicly taken in hand; like a very foolish and deserving young woman. And, in stark contrast to her outward display, she felt so turned on that she inwardly hoped the spanking would go on forever. She also stopped worrying that someone might witness her comeuppance. Rather, she imagined being seen and guiltily relished the feeling it gave her. “Spank me harder!” she wanted to scream, but didn’t. “Ow! Ouch!” she yelped instead, and the wonderful tingling feeling between her legs grew more intense with every painful slap to her behind and every undignified exclamation that flew from her lips.

*****

On the walk back to the chalet Penny held Mr Pink under one arm rather than in both. Her other hand was on her sore bottom the entire time, soothing the sting. She was glad that her black leggings hid her red bottom, though a part of her – the same part, no doubt, that had long fantasised about being spanked – felt a delicious pleasure at her naughty secret.

It would be fair to say that she had not expected the day to turn out the way it had; she had not in her wildest dreams imagined that her desire to be spanked would be met in such emphatic fashion. She felt a guilty smile cross her lips as she began to think about how she might earn a spanking the next day.

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Hope you liked my story :) Now for the contest bit!

RULES: Follow the links to read the blogs – comment on the blog to prove you were there (or answer the participant’s specific question, if they have one). COPY AND PASTE COMMENTS WILL BE DISQUALIFIED! Each comment earns you one entry for the grand prize. You must provide your email address for your entry to count. Individual pages may also have their own form of entry (Rafflecopter, etc) for additional chances to win prizes. Enjoy all the free stories, posts, and fun!

My question(s): have you ever been spanked outdoors? If so, want to tell me about it? If not, have you ever fantasised about it?

Post a comment for a chance of winning a $20 gift certificate to Blushing Books (and of course a Winter Spanks Grand Prize!)

N.B. I can’t reply to comments as the WS organisers tell me it’s easier to collate contest entries if I don’t. Hugs and thanks to you all for commenting xx

Here are all the Winter Spanks blogs (this thing is big!):