Tuesday, March 11, 2014

DUNGEON CRAWL - THERE WASN'T MUCH CONVERSATION




We were so excited to be asked back for another crawl through the dungeon! 

Our newest adventure under a possible title, "The Author's Friends", continues with Carla Campbell (Dana’s best friend) who is a commercial real estate attorney working for a large, national firm with its headquarters in Pittsburgh, and Dr. Michael Cohen (Dana’s former therapist) who happens to be a soft spoken, mild mannered, very handsome, dominant man.  In this scene, Carla and Michael just came home from a holiday dinner party.  Carla had a nasty day at the office, and was acting like a brat all evening.  Michael was not amused.
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Michael took Carla’s coat off and hung it up in the closet.  “I’m going to sit in the den and take a deep breath.  You, on the other hand, are going upstairs to shed your clothes, including your panties, and change into a short nightgown.  Use the bathroom if you have to and brush your teeth, because after your spanking – you will be going straight to bed.  Have I made myself clear?”

“What happened to our talk?” Carla asked snidely placing both hands on her hips.

“Oh, we’re going to converse, my love … while you’re over my knee,” he answered calmly.  “You aren’t thinking of making it worse for yourself, are you?”

“No, sir.” She ascended the stairs with her head down in an attempt to hide her rolling eyes.

Carla entered their bedroom, slowly took off her clothes, and grudgingly removed her panties.  As Michael rounded the corner upstairs, she quickly slipped on her white cotton nightie.

He walked into the room, shook his head, and sat down next to her on the bed.
“Dana is your best friend, and you know how important this party was to her.  I understand you had issues at work today, but your insolent behavior tonight was unacceptable.  You acted like a brat all evening, and you know exactly how I will deal with such a disrespectful display.” His calm and steady voice was well-practiced.
 
Carla turned her head in the other direction and sighed; the perfect imitation of a bored teenager.

“You’re such an intelligent woman, yet it seems you aren't processing important information today.  Maybe a new position will help you concentrate.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

Michael helped Carla get settled over his lap, and smoothed the back of her nightgown.  Paying attention to detail, he pulled the fabric underneath, so that it clung to the outline of her muscular, round bottom.  Without warning, he sharply smacked both cheeks several times, causing her to wince and jump with each contact before trying to escape his grasp.

“Stay in position Carla,” he softly growled as he lifted the nightgown to expose her very pink behind.  “Since you asked for conversation … let’s have one, shall we?”  Each word was punctuated with a crisp, loud crack, similar to a toy cap gun being shot in an empty room.  “When you behave like a spoiled child, you will be taken over my knee and spanked good and hard.  Is that clear, young lady?”  Although his tone remained soft and even, his hand continued to meet dead-on with her tender bare bottom.

“Yes, sir,” she managed with tear-filled eyes.

“You used language tonight - that I never, ever want to hear again.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she whined.

“Excuse me?” His hand rested on her broiled backside.

“Yes, sir.”

“Push your bottom up, Carla.”

“Please, I’m sorry,” she wailed as she complied with his instructions and received two more smacks underneath each bright red cheek.

I just need to make sure you understand why you’re sorry.” He tenderly combed her thick, wavy blonde hair and twirled it around his fingers.

“I was a brat … and disrespectful to you … and I’m sorry, Michael,” she sobbed and looked over her shoulder with pleading wet eyes.

He smoothed his hand over her red hot flesh, pulled her nightgown down and readjusted his crotch.  “Sit on my lap, sweetie.”

She cried in his arms, and mumbled through her tears.  “I’m so sorry.  I won’t ever act like that again, I promise.”

“Good girl,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head.

Michael helped her off his lap and pulled back the soft down duvet.  “You will go straight to bed now, Carla.”  His demeanor remained gentle as he tucked her in, and placed a kiss on her small, red nose.  “I’ll be up in a little while.”

Carla sniffed as she gently rolled onto her side.  He turned out the lights, sighed and closed the door. 

In the dark room, a brilliant smile illuminated her tired face.

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 Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to visit the others on this crawl!  ~ shelly

16 comments:

  1. Great spanking scene! Brat's gotta pay...

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    1. Aww, thanks Normandie. I do love a good brat scene!

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  2. Each word was punctuated with a crisp, loud crack, similar to a toy cap gun being shot in an empty room. <-- What an awesome line.
    Great spanking Shelly :-) I like him!

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    1. Thanks, LA! I actually had to check and see if they still made cap guns. It was one of my favorite toys as a kid :) Michael is a great match for Carla - I like him, too.

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  3. I love the bit where he makes her adjust her position so he can spank her harder/better.

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    1. I just can't believe she did it :) Thanks, Ashe!

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  4. A misbehaving girl, a displeased Sir, and a hot spanking to correct the brattiness.

    Now that's fun. :) Good one, Shelly.

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  5. Great lecture, and spanking!
    love the after care.
    great excerpt, Shelly!

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  6. Nothing like a yummy punishment spanking to right some wrongs! :)

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    1. I agree, Christina. Thanks for thinking it was yummy :)

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  7. Great scene, Shelly ... ! The interaction, the set-up, all of it. Really enjoyed and so glad you are on the crawl. You are ALWAYS welcome!

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    1. I'm so glad you enjoyed ... and how nice to feel welcome somewhere these days! So, double smiles for me :) Thanks, Sheri!

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  8. Language! Tut tut tut. Tis a mistake I suspect she won't make again. ~Grin~ Lovely excerpt!

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    1. Hahaha. She took him to the edge, and I can't wait for her to do it again :) Thanks, Christina!

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