Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Woman In Need

Story from Janus 56.

Woman In Need
by Andrew Grantham

'I'M SORRY it didn't work out,' sighed Helen as she twisted her head to locate the zipper at the side of her black pencil-skirt. 'We just weren't compatible.'

'We saw eye to eye on one thing,' David reminded her.

His ex-wife looked up at him and smiled. 'There's a lot more to marriage than having your bottom smacked, however nice that may be.'

'Yeah,' agreed David. 'We had some good times though.'

'Did we?' sniffed the pretty brunette.

David opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. The marriage had been a mistake, a disaster even. He had of course been infatuated by Helen's youth and beauty and he hadn't bargained for her tempestuous nature.

She was a fine-looking young woman. Her body curved into a narrow waist, then flared to hips that filled her skirt just tightly enough before descending to long, well-proportioned legs.

'I can't interest you in a good caning or a good strapping, I suppose?' he asked her.

'Don't be an idiot!' she snapped. It was typical of her. 'My backside would be covered in marks for ages. Another time maybe.'

Her skirt came down her nicely-sculpted legs and she stepped out of it. The tops of her thighs and her behind were covered by the bottom of her white, lace-frilled blouse.

David licked his lips. She still turned him on, even though it had been some time since their parting. Helen stood upright, her shoulders back and the curves of her breasts pressed firmly against her blouse. Her dark tresses caressed her shoulders. She well knew the effect she was having on him.

'Are you going to spank me or not?' she asked petulantly.

David made himself comfortable in the straight-backed chair.

'Get down!' he instructed her, his heart fluttering slightly. 'I'll make your arse dance for you.'

Helen took a few paces forward and allowed him to position her over his lap. She chuckled as she deliberately pressed herself into his crotch.

David raised the hem of her blouse and lifted it clear of the small of her back. Helen's firm, voluptuously curved rear was tightly packed into a skimpy pair of red polka-dotted briefs.

He had to carefully control his breathing as he placed a thumb in each side of the elasticated top. Then, with a quick flick of the wrist, he turned the panties down as far as her knees and inside-out at the same time.

Helen's bottom was breathtakingly beautiful. The twin globes might almost have been made by a master craftsman. A long, narrow valley separated the unblemished cheeks.

David ran his hand over the soft, velvet texture of their skin. Helen flinched a little at his touch. He thought how odd it was that a young woman with a bottom that was perfection itself should take great delight in having it soundly trounced.

'It's not the first time you've seen my bum,' goaded Helen, her voice coming from close to the carpet. 'Get on with it!'

'Okay, Mrs Whatever you call yourself these days. You want your arse to get a good hammering. That's exactly what it will get,' he promised her.

David's left arm came around her trim waist to reduce the wriggling and writhing which was sure to come. He wasn't about to mess around with polite little slaps. She was really going to get it – which was only what she wanted anyway.

He raised his right hand with the palm horizontally open. Then, it accelerated towards the target – Helen's right buttock.

There was the crisp, sonorous sound of flesh striking flesh and Helen gave a grunting gasp. David smiled with the certain knowledge that his very first slap had hurt her. It was something of an achievement because the young brunette had a high threshold of pain when it came to receiving blows on her rump.

The left buttock received a resounding slap almost immediately. Helen moaned and writhed upon his knees.

David settled into a nice easy rhythm, his hand cracking down like a moderately regulated piston. As he peppered her bottom with stinging blows he somehow felt as if he was, in part, obtaining retribution for all the anguish and upset she had caused him whilst she had worn his wedding ring.

When he rested his hand on her glowing curves after each downward swing he could feel the heat radiating out of them.

Helen turned her head and looked at him through a veil of black hair. 'You're really laying it on this time, David,' she gasped. 'Is it because of tomorrow?'

'No,' he told her, shaking his head. 'Do you want me to stop?'

'Carry on,' she ordered, turning her head back.

The spanks rained down and her backside grew hotter and more scarlet. Every blow produced a gasping intake of breath. Her bottom muscles tensed and churned under the onslaught.

David slowed down but each slap was still stingingly severe and Helen's magnificent orbs shuddered every time his hand fell.

She began to pant heavily as pain filled her body, almost to overflowing. Her delightful bottom wobbled and jiggled, shook from left to right and rose and fell under its ordeal.

'Had enough, Helen?' David asked eventually, as his hand again rebounded from her springy buttocks.

'Yes. Stop now, please,' she begged.

David admired the all-over red glow from her scorched situpon. He had certainly done a good job on it.

Helen got to her feet, her pretty features screwed up in evidence of the nerve-tingling pain that still had to die away. She clutched tightly at the cheeks of her posterior as she tried to soothe the raging smart.

'I hope my bot gets better by tomorrow,' she laughed.

* * *

The following afternoon, unseen by his ex-wife, David watched as Helen posed for photographs outside the Registry Office with her new husband. He permitted himself a smile. The new man in Helen's life would no doubt keep her happy between the bedsheets, but he knew that his ex-wife would come knocking on his door whenever she needed her bottom attending to.


  1. Very nice, Dmitry - another WINner - I know it's an awful joke - I'm just so pleased you're back. Thanks again, you marvellous spanker-fan you!

  2. I couldn't resist sending you this story!

    I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw.
    Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favourite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.
    Your EX-Husband
    P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to Spain together! Have a great life!
    Dear Ex-Husband
    Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
    It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
    I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, didn't comment.
    And when you cooked my favourite meal, you must have gotten me confused with
    MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
    About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the £49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty quid from me that morning.
    After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for ten million pounds, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica .. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
    I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a penny from me. So take care.

    Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell and Free!
    P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.