Puppy Problems


Jaynie reached blindly toward the nightstand, intent on shutting up the buzzing alarm clock. It stopped the noise making all by itself, though, so she snuggled back against her pillow… for all of five seconds before she felt the covers jerked away. “Shayla…” she whined, throwing a stuffed bear aimlessly over her head before curling up into a tight ball, clutching the pillow.

Shayla knelt gingerly on the bed, gently nudging Jaynie over, belly-down, and straddling her waist. Jaynie relaxed some as she felt her hair being brushed gently to the side. “Jaynie Michelle…” and Jaynie’s sleep-addled brain didn’t pick up on the use of her middle name, more distracted by the kiss that followed, a soft peck on the nape of her neck.

“That is the third”– the kisses began to trail down her spine– “time” –and the corners of her mouth inched upward– “your alarm” –Jaynie’s eyes fluttered beneath her lids– “has gone off.”

Goosebumps slowly covered her arms as Shayla’s soft lips reached the edge of the blue panties Jaynie had worn to bed. Shayla let her lips wander back up, ending with a soft nip and a rumbly growl in her girlfriend’s ear. “I’m going to start the coffee. If you’re not up when I get back, I am going to spank your pretty little backside. Capisce?”

And with that Shayla bounded up off the bed, ignoring Jaynie’s disgruntled moan of protest and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

~   ~   ~

Half an hour later Jaynie stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. She froze when she saw Shayla sitting on the wooden chest by the foot of their bed, softly tapping a big wooden spoon against her thigh. Jaynie took a step backward, her hand going automatically to cover her backside. “I got up!” she said
defensively, eyes glued to the spoon. Shayla raise her other hand, and Jaynie’s eyes got wide as her girlfriend dropped the chewed remains of a lap top cord to the floor. “Oh, shit…” Jaynie closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

“‘Oh, shit,’ is right, Jaynie Michelle. I reminded you twice to put my computer up before you came to bed. And now your puppy has chewed through two chargers.” Jaynie bit her bottom lip guiltily. Shit, shit, shit, she thought as her eyes kept flicking back to the slowly thudding spoon her girlfriend still wielded. She clutched her towel, knuckles turning white with nerves. “I’m sooorrrryyyy, it won’t happen again, you don’t have to…” her voice trailed off and she fidgeted, beginning to cringe a little as the spoon dropped over and over.

“I know it’s not going to happen again. To insure that, you’re grounded for a week, little girl. And yes, you are most certainly getting a spanking. You’re grounded to prevent mishaps in the future. This spanking is for the mistake you have already made. March your little self on over here.”

“Aww, Shay, please, it was just an accident… the phone rang, and then when I got off I was tired and came up to bed, and then I just forgot about it…” Even as she attempted to make her case, she was shuffling slowly toward the chest where Shayla sat waiting. In truth, it wasn’t the forgetfulness that was landing her in trouble.  It was that Shayla was right.  She had reminded Jaynie twice, and both times Jaynie had blown her off.  So there was no getting out of this one.

As soon as her girlfriend was near enough, Shayla leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling the young woman forward and across her waiting knee. “It was an accident!” Jaynie whined, wiggling and trying to reach back and keep her towel from falling off her backside.

Shayla wrapped one arm around her girlfriend’s waist and delivered a pair of sharp smacks just below the towel’s edge. “Move ’em, sister.” Jaynie squealed but moved her hands forward as Shayla flipped open the edges of the towel, creating an open flap over Jaynie’s rear. Without further scolding she began to apply the spoon, snapping it down crisply all over the hapless girl’s wet backside. Jaynie’s hands reached back several times, but she managed to keep them out of the way, leaving them fluttering but not interfering. Shayla didn’t waste any time, keeping a steady rhythm, ignoring the squeaks and protests and promises pouring from Jaynie’s mouth. Soon the pleas began to run together into a constant stream of wordless nonsense. Shayla kept the same pace but upped the strength of her swats, concentrating on one spot at a time, feeling Jaynie buck underneath her.

The women played often; spanking was a part of their daily lives.  This was Trouble, though, and for Jaynie that meant no warm up.  No panties.  No breaks.  Shayla laid into pale skin, watching her own brown hand flash over and over again across an increasingly bright bottom.

She slowed down as abruptly as she’d begun, and as soon as Jaynie heard the spoon being set on the chest her waiting hand finally landed on her now scorched bottom, rubbing furiously. Shayla pulled her up, standing as well, and propelled her toward the corner with a solid swat. Sniffling, Jaynie leaned her head against the wall and folded her hands up in front of her, keeping the towel up loosely and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

She heard the bedroom door open as Shayla left, then again when she walked back in fifteen minutes later, and she heard whimpers in a key not unlike her own minutes ago. She looked back over her shoulder, blushing as she made eye contact with Shayla, but she didn’t turn back toward the corner. Shayla was smiling softly, so Jaynie knew she wasn’t in trouble for looking this time. Shayla gave Jaynie an upward nod, signaling for her to come forward. She was holding a brown lab puppy, which was scrambling madly to get down and run to his sniffly owner. Shayla set him on the floor and watched as Jaynie dropped her towel while she scooped up the little dog and rubbed her damp cheek against the puppy’s soft fur, then walked blindly into her girlfriend’s waiting arms. Shayla cuddled them close, smiling at the mixing scents of puppy breath and washed hair, happily holding her little family.


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