Hard Spanking: You Deserve It ♕

Put another record on the record player. Wasn’t that the saying?

Jeremy was fast asleep in bed. He’d dozed off after they’d had total submission sex. She tiptoed away. Row upon row of LPs and singles filled the shelves. She trailed her finger along the narrow spines, trying to read the tiny print. Jeremy was proud of his vintage LPs. He bought them from all around the world. “Better sound quality,” he’d declared. She thought it rather quaint because he steadfastly refused to play music through anything digital.

She crouched down and spotted a band she knew from way back – The Temptations and their song, My Girl. The single was in a pristine sleeve. Jeremy hadn’t stirred from the bedroom. She smiled. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake him up with a song? He asked her not to touch them or she would get a hard spanking, but surely, using a turntable was easy. She slipped the disc out of the sleeve and dropped it onto the turntable. Now for the arm. She picked it up and swung it over towards the edge of the disc. The speakers hummed, waiting for the sound to arrive.

Nipping her lower lip with her teeth, she dropped the arm, afraid to get in trouble and receive a hard spanking.

The needle bounced, failing to find the grooves. The speakers crackled, then the music blared, jumping into the middle of the song. It sounded terrible-distorted. She panicked, trying to pick the needle up, but it scratched the surface. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuckety fuck.” “What the hell!” Jeremy shot across the room and lifted a lever on the side of the player. The arm slowly rose. Switching the turntable, he carefully retrieved the disc and examined it under the light. “You scratched it,” he growled. “Didn’t I say to leave them alone or you would get a hard spanking?” “I’m sorry. I wanted to wake you up with something special.”

Jeremy returned the disc to the turntable. “You had it on the wrong speed. See, here.” He flicked a switch and lined up the needle, carefully guiding it down. The song began perfectly. “Oh,” she grimaced with embarrassment. “Is it okay?” He cocked his head, listening. “Seems to be. Just a light scratch. It’s worth a fortune that one.” “I like it.” He sighed drumming his fingers on the nearby shelf. He looked so damn sexy in his underpants. Hot pecs, meaty thighs, and biceps. Fuck, she was feeling the heat rise across her chest. Is it time for a hard spanking?

He reached over and flicked his finger at her panties, ready to give her a hard spanking.

“Take them off. Leave everything else. I want the suspenders to stay on.” Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, babe. I know you said you not to touch, but do you have to give me a hard spanking?” “Over my knee,” he rebutted sternly. He sat on a chair while she removed her panties. Draped over his lap, she squirmed, hoping for leniency. “Keep still or I’ll spank you for longer.” He smacked her ass cheeks. Back and forth he spanked her, creating two burning globes. Throughout he hummed My Girl. Perhaps, it wasn’t such a bad mistake after all.