Copyright Andrew Angerclashes 2009

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Every week, on Saturday morning, Sandra spanks me. Typically, she has some reason behind it; some misdemeanor or omission on my part. She says that she punishes me for my own good. I know it's really for fun. But the principle stands - for me to be spanked, I must do something wrong.

But this week, I've been a veritable angel. I don't mean that she hasn't found out about my naughtiness. There was none this week. Period. So I wake up Saturday morning with a grin on my face. I've won. I won't need cushions to sit comfortably at the breakfast table. In fact, I may even give her a good whacking - I seem to recall her teasing my waistline a couple of days ago. Let's see how she likes it!

As my eyes focus, I behold her sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at me. She's smiling too. She must want a morning cuddle.

"Good morning, love! Ready for your spanking?"

Mental brakes are applied as I analyse this novel approach.

"No, you're not spanking me today. I've been good all week!"

"Yes I am. You're always naughty." Her grin is only getting broader.

My family thinks she has an angelic smile. I'm more inclined to picture a crocodile.

"Name one bad thing I've done all week!"

"You said rude things."

"Did not! That was two weeks ago! Invalid!"

"Ummm ... I was hoping you'd forget that. Actually, I was reading about maintenance spankings online, and I'm going to give you one."

"I never agreed to that. That's cheating."

"If I don't spank you now, you'll be even naughtier next week."

"I refute your arguments. You have no proof, and besides it upsets our system." That gets my sweet little honey hot under the collar!

"Listen pal, when I say you're getting a spanking, you're getting a spanking!"

She pulls a ruler out from behind her back.

"I think you're getting this today. Ten minutes should remind you to behave until next week." That stingy, mean ruler.

"No way. Put that toy back in its box."

"I'm totally going to do it! Get over here and bend over my lap, mister!"

I get up, and start to comply. Then I teasingly veer off and reach for my dressing gown.

"Not happening. I win this week."

She's looking cunning, now.

"No you haven't. Refusing to obey me counts as defiance, and I frown upon that."

"Defiance against what? I'm justified in not accepting a spanking I didn't earn."

"Defiance against me. Your loving girlfriend, who's every whim you must obey." She gives me the innocent eyes at this point.

Sigh.

"Fair enough. Ten minutes with the ruler, was it?"

She flashes me a smile.

"Not so fast. The ruler is for your maintenance. In case you forgot, defiance has its perils. I think a sterner punishment is in order. First, take off your robe and pyjamas and stand in the corner."

I reluctantly disrobe under her watchful eye. I would just chuck my clothes on the floor, but she glares at me and, warned, I fold them neatly. When I am naked she gestures towards the corner with her ruler, and I go to it. For the first time this morning, my stomach feels like I'm going to be spanked. "Hand on your head," she reminds me. "I think you should stay there for a while, and think about the meaning of defiance." She leaves, closing the door behind her.

I wait ten seconds. Then I turn around and stretch ... only to realise that she's still in the room, arms folded, smug expression on her pretty face. "I thought I told you to stay put, mister. More defiance." She must have closed the door from this side.

With a sigh - oh poor ever-suffering her! - she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me unceremoniously over to the bed, and over her lap. This all-too-familiar position gave her all the access she needed to my rump.

"I tell you to stay in one place and you can't even obey for a minute! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

She whacked me. In truth, I was expecting worse. It stung a bit, sure, but did she seriously think it would have any effect on me?

I stuck my bum up half a foot or so. "Don't make me laugh." I was face down over her lap, but I could sense her raising her eyebrow as she replied, "Ok, insolent boy."

Her next whack struck at the exact angle and velocity needed to make me yelp. I lowered my ass quickly, but now it was too late to placate her. She spanked me all over my ass with that deceptively soft hand of hers, making me wiggle and cry out as I grew sore. She laughed and spanked, teasing and scolding.

Every inch of my cheeks burned by the time she was done. I saw her reach for the ruler.

"No, please!" I cried out.

"Good," she noted, "Defiance eliminated. Now let's give you that ruler treatment you need so badly."

She was waiting for my retort, but I was smart for the first time that morning and held my tongue. Was she pleased or disappointed?

The ruler certainly stung. About fifty whacks. I hate that thing! She rubbed it along the cleft of my bum every few strokes.

Finally, she put it away and started rubbing me. Such was her expertise at this that I was standing to attention again in under five seconds. She kissed me all over, and then we helped her out of her clothes. They tend to get in the way. We hopped into bed and whiled away our Saturday morning, putting my pained body and her lithe body to very good use.

Now she naps, wrapped around me. All is well.

I plan on returning the favour, though. I wonder if I can get her to show defiance today?