Fanfiction
Amanda Rollins stormed into the apartment, her girlfriend Catherine Willows dragging her feet behind her, hanging her head in shame.
"Amanda I – " "Not right now, young lady" Amanda cut Catherine off, hand raised. "You know exactly how you ended up in this situation and what the consequences are going to be."
Catherine simply nodded, turning silently toward the bedroom. Once there, she did what she knew was expected of her: she stripped to her bra and panties neatly folding the rest of her clothing and placing it on the dresser, then she turned and walked over to the corner, hands crossed behind her back. After what seemed like hours but was probably, thought Catherine, closer to 20 minutes, she heard her girlfriend enter the room. Her stomach began to churn in knots as she heard Amanda rustle around in the implements bin that sat on the floor of their closet. Finally, she heard the bed creak under Amanda's athletic frame and Amanda's voice beckoning her from the corner.
As Catherine knelt at Amanda's feet tears sprang immediately to her eyes. Placed there on the bed were the belt, and the large paddle. Neither of these implements could be used with Catherine over Amanda's lap. Although she hated spankings in any capacity, Catherine always felt safer over the lap of her dominant girlfriend. Amanda's voice suddenly pulled Catherine from her thoughts.
"Alright Catherine, I want you to explain to me what you did that landed us here today." Suddenly defensive, Catherine replied "I didn't do anything *that* bad. Couldn't I just write lines or be grounded for a month or something?" Amanda immediately grabbed Catherine's chin, forcing Catherine's eyes to meet her steely gaze. "Little girl you are already cruisin' for a bruisin'. I wouldn't recommend mouthing off right now unless you want to add 6 with the cane to your punishment" Amanda said sternly. Catherine blanched and immediately began to backpedal; "No ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I'll accept my punishment like a good girl." Catherine prayed this would be enough to ward off the cane. Fortunately she was in luck; "good choice" said Amanda, "now why don't you explain to me how we ended up here."
Catherine tried to hang her head in shame once more but Amanda still had a grip on her chin. Glancing pitifully into her girlfriend's eyes Catherine recounted her misdeeds. "I went off in pursuit of the miniature killer without backup and when Gil called me on my poor choices I told him to go f*ck himself." Catherine realized how childish this all sounded once the words escaped her mouth.
Amanda looked down at her very anxious, very contrite girlfriend. "That's quite a list, young lady" said Amanda. "For going off on your own in search of the miniature killer, you've earned 50 with the paddle. For the swearing you've earned 25 with the belt and you had better count your blessings I am not washing your mouth out with soap." Catherine gulped and nodded vigorously. She hated the taste of the Irish Spring Amanda kept in the bathroom for just such occasions.
Amanda motioned for Catherine to get up and lay over the pillows she had already placed in the center of the bed. Catherine did so without argument. Feeling completely vulnerable with her bottom up in the air, she tensed as she felt the gentle tap of the paddle against her backside.
"Relax" instructed Amanda. "Tensing will only make it worse." Catherine obeyed and no sooner had she relaxed her bottom muscles then the first CRASH of the paddle came raining down on her voluminous derriere. Catherine choked back a scream and planted her face in the comforter, desperately trying to block out what was happening behind her. After 25 licks with the paddle, Amanda paused. She rubbed Catherine's hot bottom which was glowing a healthy shade of pink underneath her indigo underwear. Amanda reached over, grabbed the waistband of the panties, and pulled them down around Catherine's ankles. At this retraction of her dignity Catherine wept silently, shoulders moving up and down. The paddle rested once more against Catherine's burning backside, and then came down with a satisfying CRRRACCKK. This time, Catherine could not bite back the sob that escaped her lips. Still, she took the last 25 with the paddle as stoically as she could.
Laying down the paddle, Amanda felt sorry for her well-punished girlfriend. Catherine had taken the first part of her punishment without so much as a complaint. Although they usually pushed straight through during a punishment, Amanda decided to relent and comfort her weeping girlfriend.
"Catherine, you have taken the first part of your punishment extremely well. Would you like to get up for a hug before we finish up?" Catherine was taken aback at this change of routine but did not hesitate long at the chance for a hug. Pushing herself off the bed, she looked pitifully at Amanda and melted into her embrace. Amanda stroked her hair and praised her once more for being a good girl. After a few minutes, Catherine looked up at Amanda. "I-i-I'm, s-s-soo soorrryy" she stuttered, her breath still catching with each syllable. Amanda gazed lovingly at her girlfriend. "I know you are, my love, and you are already forgiven. Now what do you say we finish the last part of your punishment so I can hold you?"
Catherine sobbed remembering that she had 25 strokes of the belt left to go. However, the reminder of post-spanking cuddles steeled her to turn back to the bed and get settled across the pillows once more. Amanda took silent note of Catherine's obedience, sensing real remorse. Resting the belt on Catherine's glowing red backside, Amanda began to scold. "Young lady those last fifty licks were for your reckless behaviour at work. You could have been killed!" Catherine nodded silently, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. "These next 25 are for how you reacted to correction. You know better than to EVER curse out a superior, don't you, young lady?" "Yes ma'am" Catherine replied miserably, knowing Amanda wasn't going to go easy with these next 25 strokes.
Catherine was soon proven right as the belt came down for the first time with a loud SWISH-CRACK! Catherine yelled out, gripping the comforter for dear life to avoid reaching back and covering herself. SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-SLAP, SWISH-SPLAT. The belt continued to land all across Catherine's bottom, focusing particularly on her tender sit-spots and thighs.
So distraught with pain, Catherine did not even realize when her spanking ended. Amanda tossed the belt down and began to tenderly rub Catherine's heaving back. "Shhhhh" soothed Amanda, "you did so good baby girl. You can have your cuddles whenever you want to." Hearing this, Catherine situated herself on the bed, making room for Amanda to lie next to her. "I-I'm sssorry Amanda" sobbed Catherine. "I'll n-n-never be bad a-g-gain." "Shhhh" soothed Amanda once more. "You've been totally forgiven my love."
And with that reassurance, Catherine Willows drifted into peaceful sleep deciding her crimson bottom would be tomorrow's problem.
FIN
