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Make Me!

by Brandy
Copyright ©2007

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“Make me!”  Elsie stood toe to toe with her husband of three years, looking defiantly up at him.  His brooding gaze studied her in return, and she felt a trill of excitement race through her veins at challenging the tall, broad shouldered male in front of her.

“You think I can’t?” Michael queried softly, his lips tightening in a clear warning.  

“No, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” she said loftily.  “And I do NOT want to apologize to your mother for making fun of her meatloaf.  It was very gross!  No one puts green peppers in meatloaf… it’s just plain dumb!”  She folded her arms and stared at him, daring him to argue with that logic.

“My mother is NOT dumb,” he reiterated carefully, grabbing her by the upper arms.  “And you WILL apologize, or suffer the consequences, Elsie.”  His deep blue eyes pinned hers in an icy gaze, and she suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope.  When had he become so intimidating with just a stare?

Elsie wasn’t sure how meatloaf had become the weapon of choice in her decision to push her husband’s buttons, but somehow, it had.  She had the insane desire to see how far he would let her go before doing something.  Something?  Okay, being honest with her herself, she admitted it... before he spanked her!  Would he spank her?  He’d certainly threatened enough times over the last few months, and she’d felt a breathless and heady sensation each time he’d mentioned it.  Her curiosity had grown stronger with each threat, and she’d found herself imagining what it would be like to be pulled over his strong thighs and have her bottom bared by his lean fingers.  Just the thought had sent shivers down her quivering spine and delicious sensations into the pit of her stomach.  For some reason, she hadn't imagined much past that! 

His mother had just left in dignified silence at her proclamation that green peppers in meatloaf was “just plain dumb and gross.”  It's not that she’d intended it to come out; it just had! 

Elsie had spent all day working and had come home tired, but ready to go shopping with her friend Sandy after dinner.  Michael's mother had previously offered to fix dinner for them all because Elsie was working a longer day today than normal, and Elsie had agreed.  Mostly, she agreed because she wanted to hit some of the sales in the mall for “winter clothing going on clearance.”  Michael's mother offering to fix dinner had been very welcome, but how was she to know his mother would fix meatloaf with green peppers?  Gross!!  Which had brought her to the situation she was currently in; that of defying her husband!

“Consequences?  Ha!”  She scoffed at him, jerking her arms out of his grasp and turning her back to him.  As she sashayed away in her cute little jean shorts with half a hand showing above each pocket, she gave an extra wiggle.  She liked these very short shorts, even though he didn’t. He’d frowned at them when she came out of the bedroom for dinner, but she’d ignored him until he’d said he didn’t like her running around looking as if she had two hands cupping her butt cheeks. She’d scowled at him and refused to reply to that because she liked them.  And with her current state of mind, him not liking them was even better!

“And you’ll take those shorts off, too; you’re not wearing them to the mall,” he ordered darkly, his irritation really beginning to show.  She looked back to see that single brown eyebrow raised in warning, the one she’d never ignored... until now. But, good grief!  How dare he tell her what to wear and what not to wear?  She wasn't five years old, for heaven’s sake. She could wear what she wanted to!  Elsie also hated the way he’d just moved on in the conversation, as if her protests meant nothing, and she was going to do just as he said.  This time was the final straw; she was tired of it! She turned to face him, her temper finally blowing for real.

“NO!”  Hands on hips, she threw it out baldly, flatly, leaving him no room for misunderstanding. 

“No?” came the silky question.  God, she hated it when she was so angry she could spit, and he was still calm.  Life wasn’t fair!  How did some men manage to do that?

“NO!  And just in case you misunderstood me, I said… NO!” 

“Oh, I didn’t misunderstand you, young lady,” he replied in a dangerous tone that Elsie had rarely heard.  It was a fascinating combination of lost temper under firm control combined with a “you've had it now” determination.  “And now, I’m going to make sure you don’t misunderstand me.”  Quick as a lightening flash, his long arm snaked out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her to him.

Elsie was shocked speechless at the speed in his movements, as he sat down in the chair he’d stood up from to lecture her, and dragged her over his long thighs. The softness of the brown, brushed cotton felt nice against her naked thighs, but she only had an instant to appreciate it.  She was staring at the parquet dining room floor in a heartbeat, and had barely assimilated this new position when she felt his hand connect with her right bottom cheek in a slamming spank.  When another one followed it on the left cheek, she finally took in enough air to let out a spine chilling shriek as the hot pain registered in her brain.

“AAAIIEE… STOP that, Michael!”  She shrieked furiously, realizing she’d finally pushed him so far that she was actually getting a spanking!  An honest to God over the knee spanking!  She wasn't bare bottomed, but she wasn't far from it in these shorts. 

Michael, true to his male nature, didn’t stop!  Damn these short shorts! Somehow, her hand was pinned behind her back, and she was having a hard time kicking her long legs up far enough to get in the way.  To make things worse, in this helpless position, the shorts had ridden up, leaving the lower curves of her bottom bare.  Michael’s hard palm seemed attracted to this spot like a homing pigeon, and he was slapping those bare curves methodically, causing her to shriek in pain.

“What was that answer again, young lady?”  He punctuated this sentence with hard swats to her relatively unprotected buttocks, his voice firm and determined.  Just where had he learned to do this so easily and with such expertise? And where did the “young lady” come from?  He’d never called her that before!  Well, maybe once or twice, come to think of it, but not like this!  Elise could swear he must have done this before... he handled her far too easily to be a novice.  Or did it just come natural to men?

“It was yes… YES!” Her free arm windmilled frantically, her legs kicking out in reaction to the painful chastisement as she reversed her pronouncement. This was a long way from the fantasies she’d indulged herself in!  There was a reason her fantasies hadn't gone beyond the bare bottomed stage, and this must be it.  Real spankings... hurt like hell! Her brain must have been fried for her to have wanted this! 

“Come again?”  The satisfaction in his deep male tones was abhorrent to Elsie, but she had no recourse.  It was either agree, or keep getting her butt whaled on!  She was sure she'd had enough of that for the moment.  She needed to rethink this whole damned process!

“YES!  I said YESSSSS!”  He didn’t stop spanking her, though, and Elsie began to sob, thinking it was never going to end.  The thought raced through her brain once again that this was nothing like she’d imagined. Why had she pushed him so hard?  The tears streamed down her face, and she figured her make up was totally shot, not that it mattered at the moment.  All that mattered, was how hot and sore her bum was getting!

“Yes… what?” came the smug question.  He finally paused, and rested his hand on the top of her jean clad buttocks, and Elsie sobbed in relief.  Maybe it was over?  She prayed it was over.

“Y… yes, I’ll apologize,” she sobbed.

“And?”

“A… and I won’t wear these shorts to the mall,” she continued.  Boy, she hated giving him that one, but what was a girl to do?  He had the upper hand, so to speak.  At least, at the moment!

At those words, he pulled her upright and sat her on his knee, looking into her face with a searching gaze.  “Still think I can’t make you?”   He gave her a lopsided grin, and she didn’t know whether to kiss him or hit him. Well, hitting was out, that was for sure.  She was afraid he might pull her back over his knee, and she didn’t want a repeat of the last few minutes.  She opted for shaking her head no and pulled his head down for a kiss.

“You win, ” she breathed against his firm lips.  The words… this time… remained unspoken in her mind.

He finally let her up from a long, slow, drugging kiss, and she gasped breathlessly, her tears forgotten as she absorbed the feelings that permeated her being.  She was hot as a firecracker!  And from the way his hands were roaming all over her, he was, too.  It looked like the mall was going to have to wait for another day.  Thankfully, so was the apology. 

They retired to the bedroom with him carrying her. Her long legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hands were under her burning buttocks, the palms feeling surprisingly cool, considering the fire his right one had ignited. 

Over the next few weeks, they didn't talk about what had happened.  Somehow, it was an unspoken agreement that it had been a great sexual experience, yet neither seemed inclined to discuss it.  Instead, Elsie took the memory out at times and examined it, thought about it, replayed it in her mind and savored it.  If that could be the right word... yes, savored it. 

The more time passed, the more delicious it became until she found herself imagining it happening all over again.  She wasn't sure how she came to the conclusion that she might like it again, especially when she remembered his hard hand slapping her tender curves.  She’d been sore for a couple of days and sported a few small bruises along her lower cheeks... his target area at the time.  She hadn't worn those shorts since that night, either, but she found herself thinking about them again.  The problem was, she couldn't quite remember the sharpness of the pain anymore!  She remembered it had hurt, but she also remembered the warmth that had made her butt feel like it was glowing and the fantastic sex they’d enjoyed afterward.  She’d felt all kinds of gooey and unexplainable feelings towards Michael, like she wanted to be as close to him as was humanly possible.  Was this normal?

Giving up on the apparently unsolvable riddle, she wandered into the bedroom and put the shorts on again, checking to see if they still looked good from the rear.  Well... if she couldn't wear them to the mall, then she could wear them around home, right?  That question settled in her mind, she went to take the trash out to the curb for the truck to pick up later in the day.   With the day off, she had plans to catch up on some cleaning projects around the house, and it made her feel sexy and attractive to wear the shorts... especially with no panties.  Wouldn't Michael just blow a cork if he knew that?  She chuckled as she dragged the heavy can to the curb. 

Her arm suddenly felt like it was being yanked from her shoulder socket as the can wheel dipped into a hole, and she lost her hold on the handle.  It fell over, trash bags, papers and drink cups flying all over the ground, much to her disgust.   The trash bags she could easily put back in the can, but those papers and cups and stuff would take longer to pick up, especially as the wind was trying to carry them into the street.  Nothing for it, though, but to get busy, so she did.

Bending over to pick up the offending garbage, she was unaware of the traffic behind her until she heard the crash.  With a startled gasp, she stood upright, her hands full of papers, to see that Michael's car and another car had crashed head on in a fender bender.  Michael and the other man were both getting out of their cars and approaching the front of the vehicles to assess the damage.

“Is everyone all right?”  She asked breathlessly as she rushed up to her husband, peering at the front of their Buick Park Avenue.

She was startled when she felt her elbow firmly grasped, and she was frog marched back to their driveway.  She glared at Michael, wondering what in the world was wrong with him!

“Get in the house and get OUT of those shorts,” he hissed, his brows in a fierce scowl. 

“Shorts?”  She asked blankly, looking puzzled.

“Yes, those damned shorts,” he said, “the ones I told you not to wear!  You were bending over picking up trash, and that man's eyes were on your ass the whole time.  That's why he hit me... so go change... NOW!  Before you cause a major accident!” 

He dropped her arm and left her standing there with her mouth open as the squad car rolled up, and a policeman got out.  He shot her an appreciative look, his gaze wandering up and down her long bare legs before he switched to the accident scene.

Elsie blushed furiously and sped into the house, humiliated that she’d caused the whole catastrophe.  She hadn't thought about the shorts when she was getting the trash up from the ground!  And Michael had looked furious!  The skin on her butt crawled at the thought of him being angry enough to spank her again, but a part of her welcomed it.  What in the world was wrong with her? 

After Elsie had changed her clothes, she went to the living room window and stood staring out at the accident scene, her small teeth chewing on her fingernail.  When the police car drove off, and Michael drove into their driveway, she rubbed her palms down the sides of her jeans and turned to face the door.  Nervously, she wondered if he’d cooled off any.  Not much, judging by the look on his face when he stepped through the door and closed it behind him with a menacing click.

“Hi there,” she chirped brightly, twisting her fingers together, not sure what else to say.  Michael wasn't saying anything, just looking at her as if trying to figure something out.  His steely gaze had her flushing, and she stuck her hands in her back pockets, trying to appear at ease.  Inside, her stomach was twisting itself into knots.  “How did it go?” she asked, inanely.  What a dumb thing to ask, she thought.

She backed away slightly when he didn't answer, but just walked towards her, his gaze never leaving her face.   He stopped in front of her and paused for a bit, and then he spoke.

“I want you to go to our bedroom, get those jeans and panties off and stand in the corner until I get there,” he ordered softly.

She blinked at him.  “W...what?”

“You heard me.”

“But... but... why?”  She was confused and puzzled.  He’d never asked her to do anything like that before!

“Because I'm going to spank you, and I want you to think about it before I do,” he replied, taking her arm and pointing her towards the bedroom.

To Be Continued...