K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

It was early in the morning, the sun low in a clear blue sky. It was still cold this early in the year. Many would consider this day bad luck, it was the thirteenth of February, on a Friday. Erica wasn’t yet sure whether her day would be one of good or bad fortune.
It was punishment day, but for Erica that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be a good day…
It was exactly eight in the morning when she rang the doorbell at her boyfriend Mike’s front door, precisely the agreed upon time. It was the first time she had a punishment day, she wasn’t even sure yet what a punishment day was exactly, but it wasn’t the first time her boyfriend had punished her.
Mike and she had been dating for almost three years now, and they’d early and eagerly shared in each-other’s BDSM kinks. Erica had loved exploring her submissive fantasies, eager to serve her boyfriend, to please him, and to be disciplined by him. All in an erotic mindset of course, her submission and her punishments part of their sexual play.
The last couple of months however, Mike had been busy. He’d recently gotten a promotion at work, with a lot of new responsibilities, and with it less time for her. They still saw each-other regularly, and were still very active sexually, but when it came to something more kinky like being tied up or put across his knee, Erica had to be satisfied with whispered warnings and veiled threats. Without enough time for any elaborate play, the sex had been more vanilla than she’d grown used to.
More than once these last couple of months, Erica had hinted that she desired another firm spanking from her strict boyfriend, and every time Mike had agreed that she was in need of one, especially when Erica provoked him with her naughty, bratty behavior like sticking out her tongue, keeping on her shoes in his home, or even biting him.
This was why Mike had suggested this punishment day, to make up for all her unanswered naughty behavior the past couple of months. They’d both take the day off and spend it at his place, where Mike would remind her of who was in charge and what happened to naughty girls who didn’t behave.
Erica felt a bit nervous as she waited for her boyfriend to let her in. She hadn’t felt like this in a while. Sure, at first getting a spanking had been a bit scary, but after three years she’d gotten quite used to it, even looking forward to the pain of a sore, red bottom. She’d felt his hand, his slipper, a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, his leather belt and even a custom made flogger, nothing really scared her anymore, when he proposed a new implement, it was more curiosity that she felt, for how it would impact her poor bottom.
All that didn’t mean of course that it didn’t hurt, only that she enjoyed the pain. Mike was good at pushing her, driving up the intensity until it was only just bearable, until she was sure she couldn’t take one more smack. Even after three years, he could still make her squeal, kick her legs uncontrollably, and moan in agony.
This is why she was nervous, if her punishment was to be stretched out to a full day, how much was she going to be able to take? How sore was her poor bottom going to be? How much of her boyfriend’s perverse, sadistic desires was she going to have to endure?
She didn’t know, but not knowing only made her more excited.

When Mike opened the door to let her in, Erica eagerly stepped inside, unable to hide the smile on her face. No matter the occasion, she was always happy to see him. In fact, knowing the occasion she was eager and horny, stepping forward to hug and kiss him.
Mike stepped back, grabbing her arms and holding her by her wrists to stop her. He shook his head, “Not yet,” he said, “Not until you’ve shown me you can be a good girl today.”
Erica blushed and then nodded, she too was eager to get started, eager to have a whole day to be with her boyfriend. She still couldn’t really believe she’d taken a day off work for this. Luckily she hadn’t had to explain to her boss exactly why she’d want to take a personal day.
“Let’s head inside,” Mike said, leading the way.
Erica followed, not forgetting to take off her shoes today.
In the kitchen, the table was set with breakfast, nothing too special, just fresh pancakes, but Erica’s boyfriend rarely cooked for her. “Are those for me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Mike nodded, “I told you not to eat breakfast before you came over, did you forget?”
Erica shook her head, “No, I haven’t eaten anything, just like you asked.”
Her boyfriend now stood behind her, slipping her long coat off her shoulders, revealing the cute, pink pajamas she wore underneath – worn at his request as well. “Well then eat,” he said, “You’re going to need your strength today.”
Erica blushed at this subtle warning, but eagerly sat down at the table as her boyfriend took her coat back to the hallway. For a moment she wondered whether she was supposed to wait, but he’d told her to eat and she was hungry.
The pancakes tasted great, and Erica couldn’t help but wonder what her boyfriend had in store for her. Being fed a good breakfast didn’t really feel like punishment, quite the opposite really.
“I like your pj’s,” Mike said when he returned.
Erica took another bite from her pancake. She’d wanted to put on something more sexy for him, for her punishment day, but he’d told her explicitly to arrive as if she’d just rolled out of bed, no clothes, no make-up, no shower, … She felt a bit smelly, but wouldn’t disobey her boyfriend on a day like this. She’d just considered it part of her punishment. At least he’d allowed her to put on some shoes and a coat to cover up while she was outside, though both of those were now back in the hallway. And the coat hadn’t made her feel comfortable enough to wear a more sexy night-gown than the cotton, pink pj’s she was wearing right now.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked him, somehow it made her feel a bit uncomfortable as she could feel him stand behind her, menacingly, waiting for her to finish to begin her punishment.
“I had some while I was making them,” Mike replied, but he carefully placed his hands on her head, gently caressing her hair, his fingers leisurely combing out the knots.
Erica closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but her boyfriend’s gentle touch calmed her down. Enjoying the soft caress of his hands, she focused back on her food, wondering again when the punishment part of her punishment day would start.
“Are you done?” Mike asked when she finished her second pancake and placed the fork on her plate.
“Yes,” Erica replied, she could eat more, but she was too eager, too nervous for what her boyfriend had planned for her.
As soon as she said this, she could feel something else pulling on her scalp as Mike now ran a hairbrush through her hair. For a moment she wondered where he’d gotten it, or if he’d carried it with him this whole time, but then she decided to just enjoy the oddly sensual feeling of letting her boyfriend brush her hair.
“What are you doing?” she asked, when after a while she could feel him pull on her hair again, tugging on various strands.
“I’m braiding your hair,” Mike explained, “I want to be able to see your face today, to see your reactions without your hair covering up your face when you’re bent over or dangling across my knee.”
Erica blushed excitedly as she was reminded of what she’d be doing today, or better yet, what her boyfriend was going to be doing to her. Eagerly, and obediently she sat still to let him braid her hair for her.
“Alright, stand up,” Mike then commanded.
Erica stood, hands by her side. The fact that Mike was in charge now not only turned her on, it also felt so much easier now that she didn’t have to think for herself what to do, to wonder whether she was doing the right thing, whether she was doing what he wanted. All she had to do was obey.
“Now take off those pajamas, you’re not going to need them any more today,” Mike continued, “And then we’ll head up to the bathroom to get you nice and clean for punishment day.”
Erica licked her lips, blushing excitedly as she unbuttoned the front row of her pajama top, watching her boyfriend watching her. She wore nothing underneath the soft pink cotton, revealing her bare chest, her plump breasts and hard, excited nipples as she pulled off her top. Underneath her pants she was equally naked, revealing the soft, neatly trimmed puff of hair above her pussy as she pulled them down.
Wordlessly Mike nodded towards the staircase after she’d folded her clothes and placed them on a chair.
Excitedly, her whole body tingling, her naked bottom within arms reach of her boyfriend behind her, Erica made her way upstairs. Though for now it seemed her bottom was being spared that first smack.
Erica stepped into the bath tub while Mike ran the water until it was hot. He was holding the shower head himself, aiming it at her, generously distributing the hot water over her entire body.
“Are you going to wash me?” Erica asked.
“Yes,” her boyfriend replied, without further explanation.
Erica blushed slightly, of course they’d showered together before, washed each-other’s backs, even had sex right here under this shower. But it felt different, standing there naked, her boyfriend still fully clothed, preparing to wash her.
“Hold this,” Mike said, handing her the shower head, “Don’t get any on me, if you get me wet I’m going to have to start your punishment sooner than planned.”
Erica bit her lower lip excitedly, but carefully kept the water aimed at her own body while Mike grabbed a sponge and covered it in soap.
“Turn around,” her boyfriend ordered, and Erica slowly turned, holding the shower head close to her chest to make sure no water could escape and land on him.
She could then feel his strong hands on her shoulders, the sponge soft, but firmly pressed against her skin as he scrubbed her back. He was thorough, but fast as he made his way down her back, then lingered endlessly as he washed her bottom.
Erica could see clumps of foam falling down into the tub or slowly sliding down her legs. Mike had used a lot of soap, too much probably, and her back and bottom felt slick with it. Yet as his hands slid across her buttocks, squeezing and fondling, she knew it had been on purpose. She blushed, but did not complain as her boyfriend took advantage of her wet, hot, naked body.
“Turn around,” Mike said once again.
Erica turned, and Mike turned off the hot water so that she could put the shower-head to the side. She couldn’t help but bite her lip even harder when he placed the sponge against her chest and then softly rubbed it in slow growing circles. She moaned softly when he caressed her breasts. He used both hands, the sponge in one, gently massaging one of her breasts, his other hand brazenly playing with the other one, fondling and squeezing.
Like with her bottom, it seemed to go on forever, much longer than necessary for her to be clean, with clumps of foam covering her chest and sliding down her belly, her tits slippery from the oily soap. Yet she didn’t want him to stop, feeling disappointed even when he finally moved down to her belly.
“No soap down there,” she whispered when he reached her crotch, the sponge just below her belly.
“I know,” Mike replied, moving his hand towards her hip, “Put your foot on the edge of the tub,” he commanded.
Erica blushed as she placed one foot on the edge, spreading her legs in doing so and revealing her most private parts. Not that Mike hadn’t seen them before, even up close, yet somehow in this position, in this scenario it was almost embarrassing.
Caressing carefully, scrubbing firmly, Mike washed her thighs, her leg and her foot, first one, then the other.
Then Mike picked up the shower head again and turned on the water, aiming it at her tingling body, the water hot against her now extra sensitive skin.
“Hold this,” he said, handing it back to her, before grabbing a clean cloth and wetting it under the streaming water.
“Spread your legs a little,” he said.
Erica blushed deeply, “You don’t have to do that,” she said.
Her boyfriend grinned, “I want to,” he replied.
Erica bit her lips, but obediently widened her stance, spreading her legs. It was punishment day after all. She moaned softly when her boyfriend pushed the wet cloth between her thighs, gently caressing her pussy, the soft, wet, hot fabric passing between her lips.
“All clean,” Mike then said, it sounded half a question, half a statement.
“Yes, Sir,” Erica replied.
Her boyfriend took the shower head back from her and turned off the water. “Alright, get out of the tub, it’s time for your first punishment.

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