Sam dozed in Carly's couch. She had done absolutely nothing that Saturday and was quite proud to say so. The couch was comfortable. She had chicken. Life was going rather well.
"Sam!" came Carly's voice from the stairwell. Sam smiled as Carly came into view. She had been dating Carly for nearly a year now, and she loved it. Carly stood in front of her, still sprawled across the couch, with her hands on her hips and a slight pout to her lips. With her curly black locks falling to her shoulders, it was almost too much for Sam to take.
"Yes love?" Sam let her voice drift from her throat, giving no effort at all.
"Weren't you supposed to clean the studio today?" There was a bit of annoyance to Carly's voice. It nearly sent Sam into joyous hysterics. Still, what Carly had said was true, she had been told to clean the studio, as they had a taping of the show today. She, of course, had preferred chicken over cleaning and, thus, never cleaned. No wonder Carly was annoyed. Carly raised an eyebrow as Sam nodded, half asleep.
"Well?" she said.
"Well what?" replied Sam.
"Aren't you going to go clean it?"
Sam sighed. She couldn't be bothered with cleaning when there was so much nothing to do. Her schedule was already full.
"Make Freddie do it."
"What?"
"Make Freddie do it, he likes that stuff, I think…"
Carly stared, open mouthed, at Sam. She always did this. Whenever Sam didn't want to do something, she told Carly to make Freddie do it. Until now, it had been things that Sam didn't know how to do, though she would never admit it. And, most of the time, Carly simply told Freddie to do it rather than fight Sam's stubborn streak. But this?
"No." she said.
Sam lifted her head up a bit, sure she had heard wrong.
"What?"
"I said no, I won't tell him to do it. It is your job, not his."
Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. Carly was usually so submissive. If Sam wanted it, Sam got it. That was how the relationship had worked. But now Carly was fighting back. It was absurd. This had happed only one other time. Sam had done something then without thinking. She had remembered being surprised that Carly had stayed with her.
"Sam."
Her attention refocused on Carly, still standing defiantly.
"Tell Freddie,"
"No!"
The answer had been so quick that it threw Sam of guard. Now her temper started to boil. She wasn't even really sure why she was angry, but it didn't matter.
"Carly," said Sam, her voice shaking, "Go tell Freddie to do it."
"I will not," snapped Carly, her voice also shaking.
Sam said something then without thinking. As she blurted the words, she remembered saying them once before when she was angry with Carly.
"It looks like a certain someone," she threw extra emphasis on the word someone as she glared at Carly, "needs to get taught a lesson."
"It certainly does!" Carly snapped quickly as she grabbed Sam by the wrist.
The next few moments were both mind boggling and invisible to Sam, who soon found herself laid out across Carly's lap. Before Sam could protest, Carly raised her hand and brought it down across Sam's bottom with a loud SMACK!
Sam gasped, not expecting the blow. It stung her bottom much more than she would've expected from Carly, not that she ever expected this to come from Carly. She didn't really have time for any more thoughts as she fell victim to a rapid succession of slaps.
SMACK! SLAP! WHAP!
"OW! Carly what are you doing?"
"I'm teaching you a lesson!"
Carly's hand never stopped slapping Sam's bottom, which stung all over. Carly had to admit that Sam looked pretty cute in this position. She shook herself. She was supposed to be punishing her, not ogling her backside. She landed an extra hard smack in order to right herself.
"OW! AHH! OHH! OW!" was all that issued from Sam's mouth. She couldn't believe what was happening. Carly, cute, submissive Carly was spanking her? And with this amount of force? Absurd! She gasped as an extra hard slap rang across her butt.
After a couple minutes of not so silent slapping, mainly due to Sam's yelping, Carly stopped slapping to let her hand rest. She looked down at Sam, and her eyes widened. Sam was shaking, small tears stumbling across her cheeks.
"Sam?" Carly asked, a bit of fear staining her voice.
"What?" Sam snapped.
"Are you okay?"
Sam shook her head. She wasn't okay. She was scared. Halfway through the spanking, she had believed that Carly was going to leave. She had never seen her so angry. After fear, guilt had settled in her stomach. The guilt of every time that she had been rude to Carly. Guilt at telling her no simply because she didn't want to get up. Guilt at dumping everything on Freddie. Guilt of making Carly's life hell.
"No, I'm not okay."
Carly's mind began to race. Had she hit her to hard? Had she become too violent?
"But," Carly paused, surprised at the next words, "Please don't stop."
That shocked Carly.
"I..I…" Sam was scared. She was afraid Carly would leave unless she was beating her, and she needed Carly.
"I won't clean that room!" Sam blurted. "I won't do it, make Freddie do it, or go do it yourself 'cause I won't!"
That riled Carly up again.
"Oh really now?" Carly said as she slipped her fingers just under the waists of Sam's jeans.
"Yeah, I won't do it," said Sam, knowing what was about to happen. It was going to hurt, but losing Carly would be worse, so she needed to endure. She braced herself as Carly pulled her jeans down to her thighs with one swift tug.
For a moment, Carly was speechless. She hadn't really been prepared to go this far. She blushed as she stared down at Sam's simple white panties. Through them, she could see a bright pink bottom. She blushed again. She almost considered stopping, pulling Sam into a hug and forgiving her, but Sam had asked for it. She raised her hand.
SMACK!
Sam yelped. That swat had hurt much worse than any previous. Carly's hand rained down on her bottom. More tears stumbled alongside the first. No! she thought, Don't cry yet! Sam just barely managed to suppress her tears during the next couple of minutes. Her butt was on fire. She was sure she wouldn't sit for weeks.
Carly's arm hurt. She slowed down and finally stopped to let it rest. She could feel Sam shaking on her lap. Her bottom glowed through her panties. It was enough to make her blush again. She began to reach for Sam, to bring her to her chest, when she paused. Sam had nearly cried twice now. Was she just that stubborn? Or was it something else?
"Sam?"
She didn't answer. She couldn't. She was still focusing on keeping herself from crying.
"Sam? Why are you letting me do this?"
Sam was stunned. Carly had seen straight through her.
"Sam?"
"I…I…" Sam couldn't speak.
"Why are you letting me hurt you?"
"It doesn't hurt!"
"Yes it does! I see you fighting those tears!"
Sam was trying very hard not to cry. Very hard. Carly had always been kind to her.
"Because…Because…" she couldn't find the words.
"Sam. Tell me." Carly's voice took on a stern tone. Carly didn't know it was in her to use such a tone.
"I…I..I don't want you to leave. I know I haven't treated you or Freddie well. I know it hurts you when I argue and dump things on Freddie. I know you're angry. I don't want you to leave." Tears were rolling freely down her cheeks now as she sniffed and let out short sobs.
Carly was shocked. Her? Leave Sam? It was crazy to even think about. But there was some truth to what she said. She did hate it when Sam was lazy. She was angry, sort of, though most of her anger had left her now. She shook her head.
"I wouldn't leave you."
Sam went still for a moment.
"Wha-What?" she choked out.
"I wouldn't leave you."
That sent Sam into a full weep as Carly dragged her into her arms. There she wept into Carly's shoulder for a good five minutes as Carly rubbed her back and hummed a soft tune. When her tears stopped, she drew back to look Carly in her smiling face. Sam gulped. She was stubborn, and a certain memory still hung about her mind.
"Um..Carly?" she began tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Could you um… what I mean is umm… can you…"
Carly chuckled. "What do you want Sam?"
"Can you… um…" Sam drew a deep breath, and said, "Can you spank me a little more"
Carly was extremely shocked. "Wha-Why?"
"Because I spanked you once, and I really hurt you, and I haven't forgotten and I still feel guilty so please just do it!" The words rushed from her. She regretted saying them as soon as they left her mouth. Another spanking? She was absolutely crazy. Then the image of Carly crying on the couch settled her. She was convinced that she made the right choice.
Carly looked at Sam for a moment as if she had hit her head on something really hard. She knew what she was talking about, but it had been so long ago.
"You know I kinda deserved it Sam."
"No you didn't!"
"I broke your computer; I think that deserves a spanking, if anything."
"But you didn't deserve what I did to you!" Sam said, exasperated. "I seriously hurt you."
"No you didn't." Carly said defiantly.
"You were bleeding!" Sam nearly shouted.
Carly looked away from her. It was true. Sam had spanked her so hard that she had actually bled.
"I never blamed you." She said in a quiet voice.
Sam shook her head. "I know, but I did."
Carly turned and looked into Sam's brown eyes. They were brimming with tears.
"Alright." She said. She couldn't say no to Sam. "But I won't make you bleed."
"I deserve it."
"No, you don't, and you don't get to decide how hard it is."
Carly was back to a stern voice. She shivered. She wasn't used to it.
Sam looked down. "Okay." She whispered.
"Alright," Carly said, steeling herself for what she was sure was going to be the hardest thing in the world for her to do, "Bend over."
Sam stiffened for only a moment as she realized that there wasn't any turning back. She laid herself back across Carly's lap.
Carly steeled herself. She started to raise her hand, then had a better idea. If she was going to have to punish her girlfriend, she might as well do it properly. She grabbed the waistband of Sam's panties and gave a tug.
Sam gasped as she felt her panties slide down her sore rump. She was getting it bare. She shuddered at the thought, then braced for the impending impact.
SMACK!
Carly's hand landed on her bottom. Sam let out a loud yelp. All of the early swats paled compared to this. It did more than sting, it burned. A tear slid down her cheek. And that was only the first.
Carly watched her handprint fade on Sam's red bottom. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. It obviously hurt Sam, but she had practically begged Carly for it, so she had to continue. Hang on Sam!
SMACK! SLAP! WHAP! SPANK! SMACK!
Sam yelped with each spank. She was sobbing now. It hurt, a lot, but I also didn't somehow.
Carly felt the same way. Her hand hurt. It hurt her to do this to Sam, and yet it didn't.
SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
Sam didn't know what was going on anymore. She hurt. She knew that. She was getting spanked. She knew that to. But why did she feel so good? Weren't spankings supposed to feel bad?
Carly confused as well. She didn't like hurting people. In fact she was known as a pacifist. So why was she enjoying this?
SMACK!
Sam was fully crying, but she also felt a warmth in her stomach.
Carly felt the same warmth.
SMACK!
The last swat fell on a swollen bottom. Sam was crying. Carly was panting. Both still had a warm glow in their stomachs. Sam slowly lifted herself from Carly's lap. She didn't madly rub her butt as she had expected to. She wanted to feel the pain, to know that all was forgiven, even if Carly had already forgiven her long ago. She pulled her pants and panties up to protect her modesty, causing a wince and a sharp intake of breath. Carly heard both of these, and chuckled a bit. She stood up next to Sam, who glared at her for laughing. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, and then fell into a hurricane of passionate kisses. They drew away from each other for breath and fell onto the couch, delivering another gasp from Sam. Carly chuckled again.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, a little belligerently.
"You're kinda cute when you've been spanked." Carly giggled.
Sam was absolutely flabbergasted, which caused Carly to giggle again.
"Shut up." Sam said, pushing Carly a little.
"Tut tut tut," Said Carly in a mock stern tone, "play nice or I'll have to spank you again."
Sam gaped at Carly, then pouted, which, incidentally, caused more giggles. Sam was only pretending to pout though, and soon both were kissing again.
Carly only broke the kiss when the phone rang. Sam really pouted this time. When she came back, she put her hands back on her hips.
"I don't know how you did it, but Freddie's sick."
Sam looked dumbfounded.
"There won't be any iCarly tonight."
Sam's expression didn't change.
Carly sighed. Sam had gotten out of a chore again. Still, this was an opportunity for some other plans.
"Get up."
Sam did as she was told.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room."
Sam was confused.
"Why? I will have to go home soon."
"Nope, you are staying here tonight," Carly stated matter of factly.
"Does Spencer know?"
"He's out of town for the next week."
"Oh," Sam said, "so, um, what are we doing in your room?"
Carly winked. Sam wasn't catching on, so she said, "I think that I've been rather naughty, and need to be punished."
Carly wasn't sure why she wanted it, but she wanted it, and, in the heat of the moment, was willing to work for it. Sam was stunned. The warmth in her stomach returned with the force of a bullet, rendering her motionless. Carly winked, turned, and sauntered up her staircase, swaying her hips seductively.
"Come up when you're ready."
Sam gulped as the door closed behind Carly. She stood, rooted to the spot for a moment, her mind barely keeping pace with the events. It finally clicked in her muddled mind that Carly actually wanted her to spank her, really wanted it. She smiled a moment, the thought of Carly's cute little bottom bouncing to the rhythm of her falling hand. She shook herself. It seemed so odd to even think of a spanking in such a manner. But right now, that didn't matter. Carly was waiting for her. She checked her hair in the mirror, nervous, but finding nothing wrong, and entered the elevator to Carly's room.
