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Finely Disciplined Thoughts

By: Ashlynn Kenzie
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � 2013 by Blushing Books and Ashlynn Kenzie
12 Short Stories / 34,500 Words
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Something to think about. Something to remember. That is what links the spanking stories and essays in "Finely Disciplined Thoughts."

Some are brief, with the contemplations of a lifelong emotional "princess" in need of disciplined attention dispensed by a loving but clear-sighted "commoner" who understands her deepest needs as a prime example.

Some are lengthy. It can, after all, require some time and effort to help a well-meaning but slightly flawed heroine identify and correct the error of her ways, as painfully pointed out by the strong man in her life determined that she shall be the best she can be.

Some are amusing; some are deeply moving. Some are true; some are fantasy. All are devoted to exploring the sensations, the emotions, the thoughts, the sheer physicality and unabashed delight - even if the effect is slightly delayed - embodied in an attention-garnering, gasp- inducing smack to that most vulnerable of body parts and imaginative of mental realms.
Enlightenment was bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas tree. Finally.

But first, there was distress of a significant nature.

The liquor-fueled company party laughter that greeted Nika Hillman�s spot-on impersonation of the office old maid � an absent Margaret Smothers � was unrestrained and nearly universal. There was one somber face in the holiday crowd, however. It belonged to the man who would be taking the star of the show home when the official festivities were over. And Nika, catching a glimpse of his carefully controlled features, lost her party spirit in a heartbeat.

Longing to escape the very atmosphere she had created, the one that had suddenly turned brittle and faintly malicious, she realized there was nowhere else she wanted to go. Except, perhaps, to disappear into some time warp that would allow her to replay the last half hour of her life in an altogether different fashion.

She avoided Colin for another miserable hour, surprised and relieved that he did not purposefully march her out the door, and yet growing increasingly anxious for him to do that very thing. Something. Anything to break the tension that was building in her � the tension that sprang from the knowledge of just how he would deal with her behavior and the persistent question as to why she accepted his painful penalties and adored him still.

When he did approach her, he was soft-spoken and apparently congenial, bidding her co-workers the happiest of holidays and wrapping a supportive arm around her shoulders after he helped her with her coat. She read his private signals clearly, however. Time had neither mitigated his reaction nor altered her circumstances in the slightest.

The drive home would have been silent had she not turned on a CD of Christmas music as soon as he pulled their car onto the street from the club�s still-crowded parking lot. When she stole glances at his profile, it was perfectly serene. Only his index finger gently tapping the steering wheel hinted at his frame of mind. It was enough.

Her tummy went into free fall.

Colin neglected none of the simple, old-fashioned courtesies he insisted on affording her, even after a half decade of marriage: opening doors, stabilizing hand against her back, efficient and gentle assistance in ridding herself of her coat and purse. He calmly turned on lights in their living room, even the switch that set the Christmas tree shimmering, while she inched her way toward the stairs.

�You should be ashamed.�

He said it calmly. There was no deep disapproval in his voice. Only a simple observation.

She blinked back tears that were birthed by just such an emotion, but raised a defiant chin, knowing all the while exactly where this was headed.

�It would be a really bad idea for you to try to walk away from me,� he said at almost the same instant she began a move in precisely that direction.

So she turned toward him instead, bristling. �It was just a silly joke. You heard them all laughing. Everyone thought it was funny.�

�I wonder, would Miss Smothers have been amused?�

Nika felt the telltale shame-filled blush rise in her cheeks. Wearing such a face, there was nothing she could say in her own defense.

He held out his hand and waited patiently for her to take it. It was a move she could not make.

�You know what you deserve, Nika. Don�t you?� he prompted.

She frowned at her feet and shook her head slightly. Denial had yet to be effective, but it was an effort she could never resist.

�Then let me show you, little girl,� he said in a voice that was suddenly steel, and with a grip that pulled her along toward the couch in spite of her resistance.

Colin always began his educational sessions with instruction aimed at a discreetly covered seat of learning. His initial approach might have lulled a less experienced student into a false sense of security. Nika knew better. Even as she tumbled forward over his lap � her balance already off-center because of her stiletto heels, so that she was easy prey when he tugged on her arm � she knew she was not in for an easy lesson. The only ray of hope afforded her was that this exercise might be administered with his hand. She had snuck a quick look at his waist, even as he tugged her toward the couch, and realized he was wearing a braided fabric belt. And he had not fortified himself with any other implement before beginning his tutorial.

The first muffled licks absorbed less than a half-minute of his time, during which Colin hissed softly once as his fingers made contact with the metal buttons securing her hip pockets. She was silent during this introductory period, saving her energy for what she knew was coming, but the pair of them traded reactions as soon as he managed to fumble the snap and zipper loose at the front of her slacks and shimmy every vestige of protection to her knees. In the process, he also skimmed off the defensive weapons on her feet.

Out of many moments of distress on her discipline calendar, this was the one she tried hardest to block out: those few seconds when her bare bottom � fuller by a panty size than the first time he had seen it and more prone to jiggle embarrassingly beneath his punishing palm, no matter how intensely she clenched � was arched over his lap in pale, goose-bumped glory. Under other circumstances, she might welcome his closest attention to that portion of her anatomy, but it seemed an added humiliation that she now afforded him a more substantial and reactive target.

Sometimes it took Colin a while to work up to full steam. He was inclined to issue a few smacks, insert a lecture and resume activity. Tonight, however, he lit in immediately and only Nika�s increasingly vocal protests punctuated the sound he made with his furious palm.

She hugged his leg tightly with her right arm and tried to balance herself with a left-handed fist that pounded the floor inches below her face.

�No-o-o,� she moaned softly, and then sucked in a hiss as he seemed to take offense and made the next spanks stingier than before.

His silence unnerved her and made her own cries, when they came, even louder to her ears.

She realized, suddenly, that he had slowed the rhythm and was issuing serious smacks to new territory � the outer edges of each cheek � which meant he had to bend further over her to make sure he was on target for the right side and then ease away from her to find the same spot on the left. Once he was satisfied with his range, however, he returned to the same areas for another slow, but sizzling, dozen spanks each.

Nika knew she was close to losing control and begging when her husband suddenly swooped his left arm under her and lifted, even as he straightened his right leg, effectively bringing her to her knees beside him. Her hands shifted automatically to provide comfort, but he caught her arms in one swift movement, stood up, and raised her to her feet with him.

�Go get the hairbrush, and you�d better move as fast as you can, missy.� He pointed to the stairs and punctuated his command with another smack across both cheeks.

�But I�m sorry. I�m s-sorry.� She was gasping, stumbling a little as she tried to move beyond range of his hand, but clearly hesitating to carry out his command.

�Let me make this easy for you, Nika. You can bring me the hairbrush tonight, or you can bring me the hairbrush tonight, my belt tomorrow night, the wooden spoon the next night, the paddle the next ...�


Plus eleven more short stories in this book.
melissa on 12/22/2013 07:35am
Though I typically prefer longer and more well developed stories, I did enjoy this collection. It was a very diverse and interesting assortment of stories. Each was short, but to the point. Just long enough to whet the appetite!
Rhonda on 12/08/2013 08:52pm
This book consisted of 12 short stories/essays. While I enjoyed some of them I learned I prefer stories that are longer where there can be more character and plot development.
Laurel on 11/21/2013 10:19am
Interesting stories that are intriguing, humorous and thoughtful. I guess I prefer stories that are more current and have more action and adventure.

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