Chapter 9

Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry nine: Spanking, submission, and a more intense sexual relationship with Yvonne

The following Sunday was yet another rainy day. I got out of my bed after sleeping naked. I had become used to never wearing clothes around the house if my parents weren’t home, so I didn’t bother to put anything on. I started with my usual yoga session and Taekwondo practices, went for a swim in the pool, and finished with some more stretching. Then I cleaned up the house and worked on my homework. It was still raining and I had no desire to go outside, apart from a quick dash to the pool house.

I sincerely hoped the weather would mean no streaking that day. The idea of running naked in the cold rain did not appeal to me. Knowing how fanatical Yvonne was about her naked adventures, I knew that if she really was in the mood to go streaking, rain wouldn’t deter her. So, I figured the best way to make sure we spent our time safely indoors would be for me to have a special evening set up. I decided that day would be a perfect time to give her a nice long spanking, along with dinner, hot-tubbing, and sex. I hadn’t forgotten what I told her the previous week:

“ ... you had this whole weird thing with spanking last night. I think you definitely owe me another spanking over this shit with your job. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing, but I’m kinda hurt you didn’t trust me. I’m gonna take it out on your ass.” So, that night, I was “gonna take it out on her ass.”

My plan affected what I cooked for dinner. I prepared a light meal of salads and fruit that we’d eat before the spanking, and then a dessert that we’d eat after we finished. I didn’t want our stomachs too full during our spanking adventure.

Then there was my need to plan the spanking itself. There were a lot of ways to have a spanking experience and I had to give it some thought. Should I put her over my lap on the sofa and just use my hand? Yes, but I knew there needed to be something more. So, should I make her stand up and use a belt or bath-brush? I thought about using one of Dad’s belts, but when I tried it out on a chair I thought: no, this isn’t really what I want.

Then I remembered that my parents had taken some pictures from a Halloween fetish party a few years ago, where they were both wearing black leather outfits and had discipline implements in their hands. I rummaged around their closet and found the outfits. Better yet, hanging with Mom’s corset, I found a leather paddle. It was not all that big or thick, but it was sturdy and it looked like, if used right, it would pack a nice hot sting. I stood in front of the mirror, turned around, and gave my bottom a couple of smacks. I wasn’t able to hit as hard as I would have liked, but I did OK. I definitely felt the swats. I looked at the pink marks and felt the sting. Yes, the paddle was perfect, exactly what I needed. And, I’d have it sitting out in plain sight when Yvonne came over, so she’d know right away how we were going to spend our evening.

I had my implement, but I still needed to plan out the spanking. After having read some online fiction and advice, I had a pretty good idea of what a spanking should be like from a sub’s perspective. I decided that Yvonne’s punishment would have three parts: a warm-up over my lap, then the main part where I’d make her bend over and receive the paddle, and then she’d go over my lap a second time for the final part and a cool-down. Then there would be the rest of the evening: sex, time in the hot tub, more sex, maybe a massage, hopefully more sex, and a night together in my bed.

When she texted me that she had just left work and was on her way over, I finished setting up. I put the plates and food on the dining room table. I put the paddle on the coffee table next to the sofa and moved the chair that I would make her hold onto when I paddle her into position. I lit a couple of candles and closed the curtains. It was mid afternoon, but it was cloudy outside and with the curtains closed, the light in the livingroom was about where I wanted it.

She showed up at my door looking tired, stressed, and hungry, as she always did when she got off work. I opened the door and reached out to take her hand, momentarily showing my naked body to the street. I don’t think anyone saw me, but I wouldn’t have cared if they did. I kissed her with the door still open, and brought her inside.

From that moment I took over. I pulled off her backpack and tossed it aside. I rubbed her shoulders and unzipped her sweatshirt. When I pulled it off, I rubbed her arms. Then I told her to lift her arms so I could get her Gi-Gi’s shirt off. She was not wearing a bra underneath. (She rarely wore bras. Her breasts were small, so she really didn’t need them. But that worked perfectly for what I was going to do with her.) I kissed her and pinched her nipples. I held on to them and kissed her again.

“No bra, naughty girl? You know that’s a spankable offense. you know that, right?”

“I ... yeah ... of course ... spankable.”

I pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.

“Now, you take everything to the laundry room. I don’t wanna see all those nasty clothes, and you’re not gonna wear them again until I say you can. Go to the bathroom, and get your naughty little ass back in here.”

Yvonne’s expression showed shock and erotic excitement, exactly what I was hoping for. She picked up her clothes and did as I told her, taking them to the laundry room. Then she rushed to the bathroom.

As I listened to her pee, I realized that our relationship was going to be a lot more equal than it seemed when we first started hanging out. We would get to explore switching between being dominant and submissive, depending on how we felt at the moment.

When she came back out, I took her in my arms again and kissed her. I pinched her nipples again. It was something I realized I enjoyed doing to her, and a way of letting her know that now I was in control. She became a totally different person. Her normal bossy behavior disappeared completely. She was eager to surrender herself.

I took her hand and led her to the table. As we ate, I got her to talk a little about her shifts at Gi-Gi’s. We moved on to her class work and I got her to admit she was not doing well. I responded that I’d have to discipline her if she didn’t shape up enough to pass her classes. I was somewhat serious about that. I wanted her to do better in school and wanted to see if I could find a way to motivate her. We did not talk about the pending spanking at dinner. However, when she stood up and cleared the table, (I always cooked, she always cleaned up) I patted her bottom.