Welcome back to A to Z Spanking Blog hop!  I am really having a lot of fun coming up with shorts for this month, and I hope you are enjoying reading them.  Today we have the Letter F in all it’s glory.  My mind instantly leaped to Figging… so that’s where we are today. Jerrica and Mark aren’t seeing eye to eye on why she’s found herself in the corner, but he has a sure fire way to drive his point home!

F is for Figging

“I don’t understand why you’re taking her side!” Jerrica complained from the far corner of their master bedroom.  She couldn’t tell her husband’s expression due to the fact that her nose was pressed to the wall, but she was sure she was conjuring it up in her mind pretty accurately.

The morning had started out so carefree. She’d woken up, started his coffee, and headed out for a run. Same as yesterday, and the day before that. There was no way for her to have foreseen the incident. It was in no way her fault that Kathy, the snobby gossip that lived down the street, would be out and about with her yapping miniature poodles.  Nor could she have guessed that one of the ankle biters would get free from its leash and attack her. AND, she felt justified in her reaction to being sniped at by the beast.  Kicking the bugger away had been a complete automatic response.  It wasn’t her fault that the dog launched a counter attack, and she needed to use more force to get him to relent.  Although she did feel bad the dog had been injured by the second kick, she felt it was Kathy’s doing for not keeping the furry animal on its leash. Or at least do something to stop the attack!

Mark didn’t see it her way. Mark believed Kathy when she told him what had happened.  He had taken her side as he stared at the vet bill she presented him.  Jerrica tried to explain the dog had attacked her, but he wouldn’t hear it. He told her in a very firm, and very irritated voice that the dog was all of fifteen pounds, and she could have easily sidestepped it. She did not need to be violent. She hadn’t intended to hurt the furball, but she didn’t want it near her either.  Mark apologized to Kathy and promptly wrote her a check, from Jerrica’s account, for the bill. Kathy, being the nosey wench that she was, knew very well what would be in store for Jerrica once that door closed.

“She did this on purpose!” Jerrica seethed from the corner, her bottom warm from a quick hand spanking mark had implemented while marching her to their bedroom.

“She did what? Picked up your leg and used it to launch her poodle ten feet into the air?” Mark responded from the bed where he was laying out his instruments. Jerrica wanted desperately to turn to him, to insist he take her side. Kathy was a busy body that did nothing but cause discord between the neighbors. Of course she hadn’t meant to punt the dog, but it was attacking her!

“Mark, the dog was attacking me.” She made another attempt at reason. Surely he wouldn’t want her to stand by while a dog bit her.

“She said the dog ran at you, and you kicked it.”

“It was going to bite me!” She balled up her hands. She was losing the ability to keep her voice civil.

“Jerrica.” She heard his belt unbuckle and tensed as he made his way toward her. “I have seen those dogs. They’ve run at me, too.  And when they’ve reached me, all they wanted to was to be petted.”

“You weren’t there.” She huffed as his belt made its way through the loops of his jeans.

“Did he growl at you?” He asked from behind her.

“Well, no, but-”

“Was his ears down and flashing his teeth?”

“No, but you’re missing the point.”

“No. You’re missing the point. The dog was running toward you to play, not to bite you. You don’t like dogs, and you really don’t like Kathy, so instead of scooting out of the way or waiting for Kathy to call the dog back, you punted it like a football. Twice!”  She heard jangling of his belt buckle and knew he was folding the belt in half.

“You are being impossible!” Her balled up fists rested on her hips, but she didn’t dare remove her nose from the wall.

“You are being extremely stubborn and not letting this all sink in. I think you may need some help. Hands up on top of your head.”

There was no guessing as to what was coming. He was going to whip her ass while she was in the corner before he started what he would think was her real punishment.  He’d already relieved her of her skirt and panties when he’d placed her in the corner, so no more preparation was needed.

“Mark-”

“Jerrica, I really suggest you listen. You’ve already made it worse with your arguing and stubbornness. Now hands up.”

Slowly, she moved her fisted hands to her head and folded them together.  The wait was short as the belt landed sharply across both cheeks. She hopped from the surprise and bite of the leather. No time was wasted, the belt whipped across her thighs, and then across her ass once more.  She barely had time to register the sting of one strike before the next landed.

The time between the sound of the flesh of her backside being struck and the burn of the belt was becoming shorter and shorter as he continued.  It was only natural for her to try to avoid the punishing strap, but he wouldn’t have it. He stepped to her side and grabbed her around the waist, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry I kicked the dog!” She yelled out. “Please, I’m sorry!”  She cried out when the heat in her backside began to spread down her legs. The belt landed twice more before he released her. She knew better than to move her hands, but leaned her head against the wall to recover her breath.

“I can’t tell you how ashamed I am of your behavior.” His words struck harder than any belt or paddle could. “You hurt another living thing, Jerrica.  That dog’s ribs are bruised, and he had a large cut on his face that had to be stitched.”  The more he talked, the worse she felt. She really hadn’t wanted to hurt it.  She just wanted it to go away.  But not as badly as she wanted to sink into the floor. Mark’s pride in her was something she held dear.  His shame for her behavior crushed her.  She didn’t just disappoint him, she had made him ashamed.

“I’m really sorry.” She whispered, still facing the wall.

“Go over to the bed, bend over, and pull your ass cheeks apart.  Like I said, you need this all to sink in, and I have just the thing.”  She turned slowly to him.   The soft muddy brown eyes that usually looked at her with love and lust, glared at her with a sternness that she both disliked and craved.

Wanting nothing more than to make things right again, she looked down at the floor and shuffled to the bed. He made no sound as she bent over the edge and slid her hands behind her. Her ass throbbed from the harsh beating he’d just given her, but she grasped her cheeks and pulled them apart. She kept her face buried in the blankets, as her face was beginning to feel as warm as her backside. It wasn’t often that he required her to wear a butt plug, and on occasion it was more for fun than punishments, but in that moment she felt completely exposed to him.

“I’ll be back. Do not move.” He stated and dropped the belt on the bed beside her as he left the room.  His footsteps faded down the satira and she wondered what he was up to. The plugs were in his nightstand drawer, as well as the lube.  She tried to keep her mind off of whatever he had planned for her, but the fact that she was surrounded by spanking implements on the bed did not make it easy.

When he returned, he walked over to her and sat on the bed beside her.  His large hands ran over her bottom soothingly. “You took your whipping well.” He said as his fingers found her small pucker. “No, relax.” His finger toyed with the rim until she relaxed the muscle enough to allow his middle finger inside.  “I won’t tolerate what you did. And I sure as hell won’t tolerate you thinking it’s anyone’s but your own fault for doing it. Maybe this will help everything sink in and stay.”  Two fingers moved lower to find her wet entrance and sunk in deep. She hated her body for betraying her the way it did.  Even though the spanking had been hard, and hurt more than she enjoyed, her body became hungry with need.  “There it is.” He sunk his fingers in deeper and thrust them several times.  She bit down on her lip trying not to moan with pleasure he was giving her, because she was sure she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.

As quickly as his fingers were inside her, they were out, and he was running her wetness from her pussy to her small hole.  He was going to use her own juices against her!  He continued the process until her ass was as wet with need as the rest of her. “This is going to get my point across, I’m sure. You keep your ass spread for me, don’t let go”  He warned.

She wanted to see what he was doing, to know what was in his hand, but before she could, he pushed it into her backside.   “Mark, what is that?” She asked quietly as she felt her body accept the invader. It wasn’t overly large, surely not larger than any other plug he had used.  Her body didn’t even seem to fight against the insertion.

“Ginger.” He moved the portion of the finger that was still on the outside of her bum and she wiggled from the odd sensation. “You may let go of your cheeks. Hold that in place, do not let it fall out.  Move down to the floor, and get on your hands and knees.  You’ll need to hold that in for ten minutes.”

Ten minutes? Okay, that was doable. She let go of her cheeks and slid down to the floor. She positioned herself as he instructed and looked up at him.  The stern look had subsided but wasn’t gone entirely. She could do it, she’d knelt for him before.  Gradually, a sensation filled her from the inside that required her full attention.  The burning she felt on her ass from the whipping, had begun to spread inside of her.

“Mark.-”

“Ten minutes.” he cut her off as he began to pick up his implements and put them away.

“It hurts.” She whispered as the fire inside of her anus began to grow. It spread further inward and became more intense.

“Yes. I would think so. Ginger root has a very uncomfortable effect when inserted into the ass.”  He closed the hope chest where the implements were kept and retook his seat on the bed.

“It really burns.” She whined and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Hold it in, Jerrica. If you drop it, we start over. From the top.” he pointed to the corner to indicate another whipping would be in order.

She did her best to think of something other than the fire inside of her. Plotting her revenge for Kathy didn’t help. It only brought her back to why she was kneeling in front of her husband, holding a finger of ginger root in her rectum.  Tears began to build in her eyes. She must have really disappointed him for him to go to this extreme to get his point to stick with her.  The spanking she’d received was not as painful as the ginger, and she had a feeling both would be in her memory for quite some time.

“Two more minutes, babe.” His voice was soft and he knelt next to her, stroking her back. “You are doing so good.” His touches became longer and lower on her back until he reached behind her and began to fondle her clit.  Her needy, swollen clit. Even with the burning and pain of the ginger, his dominance and authority made her body starved for him.

“I’m so sorry, Mark,” she hung her head. “I was a complete monster to that dog.”

“You’ve had better moments, but I wouldn’t call you a monster.” He stroked her folds. “Okay, times up.” The ginger pulled free, she let out a long sigh. The burning didn’t resolve, in fact the moving of the root only seemed to intensify it at first. “It will fade.” He promised. “But not before you have fully absorbed the seriousness of what happened today.”

“I’m sorry.” She said again as he pulled her up and into his lap.  They leaned against the bed together. He stroking her hair as he gave her time to reflect, and she wondering when it would be acceptable to attend to his erection pushing out against his jeans.

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