Free Covert Cravings by Maggie Carpenter

lightly.
    I can’t wait to spank you with that hairbrush, he thought.  At some point very soon you are in for quite a surprise!
    He bounced his hand back and forth, lightly smacking, bringing a nice pink sheen to her flesh.  She squirmed a little but he knew he was barely making an impression. After laying on a dozen or so light slaps, he paused and ran his hand across her warm behind.
    “Since I have you here,” he said slowly, “I think it only appropriate that I give you a hard smack for each of your sins today.  I think that would be fitting.  Don’t you, Emily?
“Um.  I guess so,” she replied, timidly  “But not too hard.”
    He grinned.  She was so naughty.  He knew she wanted so much more!  But she was only going to get a taste; just enough to drive her nuts.
    “Right then.  Let’s see – my shirt, the dishes, the bedspread, and leaving work for no good reason.  That’s four.   So four good smacks.  That would be two on each cheek.”
    Emily wanted to scream!
    No!   It’s four on each cheek.  And,  aaarrgggh…  they should be really hard.
    Lifting his hand he smacked her lightly four times in total, just enough to truly frustrate her. 
    “Do you think you’ve been spanked enough for what you did?” he asked, innocently.
    Oh good grief.  What do I say?
    “Well?” he asked.
    This is your chance – take it.  TAKE IT!   her voice yelled in her head.
    “Um – well...” she whimpered.
    “Yes, baby?”
    “Would it be crazy if I said I think you should smack me harder?”
    Scott stared at the ceiling.  Thank you, God.
    “You know, Emily, if you really want something, or need something, the best way to get it is to simply ask.  I happen to agree.  Yes, I do think you should be spanked harder.  Are you sure that’s what you want?”
    A light went off in Emily’s brain.
    Oh my gosh.  He just teased me with those silly slaps on purpose.  He’s totally in control right now. He’s making me beg him to spank me.  Oh my God!
    “Yes,” she stammered.
    “Yes...?” he pressed.
    “I – uh – I’m not sure I understand,” she squeaked.
    “ Hmmm.  Well, if you were being disciplined by a man in authority, how would you address him?”
    “Um, sir?” she squeaked.
    “So then, don’t you think you should use that since I’m going to spank you hard – just the way you want me to?”
    God, I feel so weird laying here ––
    “Yes.”
    “Ok then.  Are you sure you want me to spank you?” he repeated.
    “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.  This was turning into something! 
    “Very well then.  I will spank you as hard as I think you deserve to be spanked.  But it won’t just be for today.   It will be for the last several weeks that you’ve been very messy and unreliable and inconsiderate.  Is that what you want?”
    His voice had changed.  It was thick and deep and would brook no nonsense.
    “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, scared of what was to come but aching for it.
    “I think, Emily my sweet, we are getting somewhere,” he said.  “Here we go.  Your first real spanking.”
    Emily gasped at the words, and the way he spoke them sent an electric shock through her loins, but she didn’t have time to consider them very long.  His hand landed with a hard, stinging slap, quickly followed by another, and another and another. 
    He spanked her hard and fast, much harder and faster than she thought he would, much harder and faster than she ever imagined she’d feel from him, and she was writhing and squirming and crying out for him to stop.  But he didn’t – not for a moment, his hot palm spanking across her entire bottom.  He spanked and spanked, until finally, when she thought she could take not another moment, he stopped.
    Scott let out a long deep sigh.  Emily’s ass was bright red.  It looked like the photographs he’d seen on the Internet.  Half way through he had considered pulling back but something urged him on.  It was as if a force compelled