Impact

As she wakes, still half asleep, she hears him ask her to bend across him, on all fours. She does so, a little disappointed that she cannot just lie across his body, flat. He begins to spank her. He does not spank her with the weight of his open hand, but rather just with his fingers; clips across her bottom that sting, but have little impact. She knows why he does this. There are children in the house and he fears that they might hear. Still, she does not care for the spanks. She would prefer some...impact.

“Is that enough to get you centred for the day, girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes Master.”

“All right, let’s get on with the day.” .

He gets up and as he begins to shave, she puts her head around the bath room door.

“Just so that you know, I don’t really like those little clips you gave me. They don’t have any...impact.”

“So you want impact, girl? Well you cheeky little girl, you want impact, you’ll get impact. You just bide your time and you’ll get impact, all right!”

She wonders if she has gone too far, again. He isn’t impressed with her statement and the thought flashes across her mind that she may have made a mistake in speaking out. Nevertheless, she proceeds with the morning’s tasks.

Upon returning from the morning school run, the garage door open, she notices her husband with the two rolled up newspapers in his hand, which he would have retrieved from the driveway. As she opens the door of the car and gets out, she sees her husband press the button to bring the garage door down.

“You want impact, my girl, I’ll give you impact. Bend over the car, here.”

He has her by the arm and he ensures that she is placed over the bonnet of the car, arms out front of her, feet apart, bottom up.

“Here’s a little impact for you.”

He takes the thick finance paper all rolled up tight in cellophane and swings it down hard across her skirt. The thud reverberates around the garage and she cries out. She moves a bit to try to protect herself.

“Get that bottom pouted out, now!”

Down comes the newspaper again, heating up her bottom and scaring her a bit now. He seems to be enjoying himself. He repeats the action, again, and again.

“Are you getting satisfactory impact, girl? I can swing it harder if you like.”

And he lifts the newspaper up high in the air and twice slams it down on her skirt.

The final whack has her cry out such that any passerby could scarcely be deceived of the fact that a girl on the other side of the door was being punished. He pulls her skirt up over her back and pulls her panties right down.

“Step out of them. Now!”

His voice brooks no argument.

“Now, let’s have some impact on your bare bottom. We don’t want you to feel that you are not getting the attention you deserve. Pout out that bottom. Right up!”

She does as she is told. She’s been stupid once this morning. That’s enough.

She feels the full weight of the palm of his hand on one cheek, and then the other, six times over. By the time he has finished her breathing is fast, and she has left some saliva on the bonnet of the car.

“Stand up!”

She stands up.

“Turn to me.”

She turns.

“How’s the impact, young lady? Are you satisfied with that?”

She looks a bit miffed.

“Yes Sir.”

“And?”

“Thank you Sir.”

“So, we won’t have any more talk about impact, then?”

“No Sir.”

“I didn’t think so. Go and attend to your tasks, please.”

He picks up her panties.

“And, I’ll be holding onto these until I can be sure that your behaviour is under control.”

“Yes Sir.”

She hot tails it out of the garage and up the stairs.

Now that he can’t see, she smiles. That was much better.