More excellent spanking fiction, and another chapter of The Story of Amy, by Annika:
Here is the long-awaited sixth installment of ‘Historie’, by one of our favorite new spanking authors, Annika.
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A visit from Denmark
A visit from Denmark
It was my luck that my bottom wasn’t that sore, when we had to fly back to USA. It would have looked very strange if I stood up during the most of the flight. The worst part of leaving Denmark was that I had to leave Michael behind.
I have never used my computer as much as I did the following months. Michael and I were chatting as often as we could and on the strangest times during a day/night because of the time differences. My aunt usually had an opinion about how much time I should use on “useless” time wasting on the computer, but she understood that Michael meant a lot to me, and probably knew she would have to do a lot of spanking, because I wouldn’t stay away, no matter what.
Well my aunt wasn’t the only one to set rules on our chatting habits. Michael did so too. I didn’t really think that much about the time differences, so I often accidently wrote him at times where he was asleep….I always seemed to have forgotten, that he had told me he went for bed…..He often told me to stop waking him up, and that I should watch it, otherwise I would be very sorry the next time I saw him…..I loved to tease him. I found it really racking to ‘play’ with him.
He even warned me one time, that if I wouldn’t stop he would write a letter to my aunt and complain about me, because I wouldn’t let him sleep……I dared him……
So the morning my aunt actually sad with a letter from Denmark I almost started to laugh out loud, but controlled myself. Instead I just asked if the letter was for me….. “No its addressed for me”…..”Okay is it from mom…?…..”No its from your Michael”….”Oh he didn’t”…..”You really don’t need to read it, it is just for fun”…”Well I will decide that, thank you”
Damn….so I didn’t sit down, I studied my aunts face while she was reading….to see if I could read any reaction that would indicate whether I was in trouble or safe. I’m not as good as my aunt to read people, so the verdict could be anything really…
“Amy is it true that Michael has asked you several times to let him sleep, and you just ignored that??”
“Ehm well yes sort of….”…”sort of? What didn’t you understand?”…..the time zones I thought but didn’t dare to say, and that would have been a lie as well….
“I’m waiting…What didn’t you understand?”…”I’m sorry I don’t know what to say…”…”Well how about the truth!”
The truth….well I love Michael, I wish he was here with me, I want to touch him, feel him, kiss him, hold him and so on….
“Okay…then Yes….he did tell me and I did ignore it…” I couldn’t help smile, which was a thing that sometimes incited my aunt at least when she was serious about something, and for some reason she took this very serious.
“Well young lady, I thought you were old enough to manage your chatting habits, obviously you do have some boundaries issues, and it must mean something to Michael as well”….Yeah he wants you to spank me, because he can’t do it himself…
“Michael only wrote you because I dared him”…”I know….Michael wrote that too”…”So you think it’s funny to get into troubles in risk of getting spanked?” “No no no, No I ehm, did he write that??” she smiled, which confused me a lot.
“Maybe you have forgotten that a spanking isn’t for fun”….well depends on who is giving it….”No I haven’t forgotten” “I’m really sorry, and I will let Michael sleep, when he wants to sleep…”
“Good, and the next time you chat with him, you can inform him as well, that you got a little reminder”
“Get over here”
I might as well have said out loud “come on this is just too stupid”, because that was what my aunt could read on my face. So on my way to her, she wanted me to get her belt….so my expression changed from this is stupid to please nooo……But she wasn’t kidding.
So I got her belt, and thought of Michael all the way to my aunt. Would he still think this is fair???
Looking at the belt I also had to think of my cousin….mmh well now it was my turn to try this one…
I gave the belt to my aunt. She folded it while I was looking. The letter was still lying on the table, and I couldn’t help noticing that it was a rather long letter….way to many words just to tell her that I kept him awake….
“You want to read it?”…”Yeesss…”
She took the letter and gave it to me. “You can read this letter while I spank you, Michael likes to write a lot”
Oh yeah now I remembered the humor she had while she spanked my cousin….
I went over her knee. She gently lifted my skirt up and sadly pulled my panties down. The spanking started, and I read the letter….
– Dear Ms… I know that I might be very out of line to be asking you for your assistance regarding Amy. I have asked Amy several times not to write me, when it is past midnight. I have to focus on my education, but it is hard to get any sleep, when Amy doesn’t seem to stop. I have warned her a lot of times, that it would have consequences for her. She thinks it’s funny, when I tell her, that I will involve you in this problematic, and even dared me. I love Amy very much, she means a lot to me, and I am saving money, so I can visit her someday, if you of course will allow it. I need to rest, and yes I could just turn of my phone, but it is also my work phone, so the line has to be open. I know that Amy respects you a lot, so I hope you will help me to get Amy to understand, that she has to respect the time difference.
Of course I wasn’t able to read this letter just like that. Shortly after she started the spanking I wished she would use her hand instead. I could read one line at a time then I had to focus on breathing, holding still, the pain. The pain seemed more endurable after reading he was saving money to get here. And to be honest I couldn’t wait to show him, what he made my aunt do to me…..I hoped he would feel sorry….My aunt switched from the belt to the hand. After a few minutes she asked me if I thought Michael would be satisfied with the punishment I had received…..somehow I really felt that the two of them had conspired or something…..”Yes I think this was what he wanted….”
Later that day Michael and I video chatted. “My aunt got your letter today….” He just started to smile and looked very expectant “And???” he replied…..”AND I should tell you, that I got a reminder”
“A reminder??”….I stood up, turned around, and lifted my skirt so he could see my still red bottom.
He started to laugh, which I found very unfair. “Doesn’t it hurt to sit??”….I just pulled the pillow up to the camera, which made him laugh even louder.
“Well I’m glad this seems to amuse you!”….”I’m sorry sweetie, but this is funny, and by the way, you shouldn’t have dared me!”…”Yeah yeah, fine…so when will you have enough savings to get here??”
“Well if it’s okay with your aunt, I would have enough savings to come visit you next month”
I jumped down to ask my aunt, and was overexcited when she actually allowed it.
So three weeks later he came. It was a struggle to keep my fingers away from him at the airport, in the car on our way home (my aunt was driving), I was just so happy to finally have him next to me again.
When we got back home, my aunt wanted to talk to us….naturally….So we sat there around the kitchen table and she started “I can see that you two really like each other, and that’s fine, but Michael I do have some house rules I expect you to respect”…..”And if you break the rules….” I continued….”Amy maybe you should just sit in that couch over there and let me talk with Michael!!”
I went over and held both hands over my mouth, to prevent me from laughing. My aunt explained the same rules to Michael as she did back then, when I moved here. She did add one more rule, which was no sleeping with each other. When she said that, I just felt like hiding of embarrassment.
Michael stayed cool and when she asked him, if he understood the rules he just said “yes, and I will make sure, we both will respect them!”…Well the two of them seemed to have a mutual understanding.
It was his first time in USA, so of course he wanted to see everything he could. I was more interested in looking at him, touching him, kissing him and so on but controlled myself, after all he was going to stay with us the next two weeks, so I would get plenty of chances get it my way as well. At least I thought so….
We got home late that first day, and my aunt wasn’t home, she had some appointment, which opened for some possibilities. Michael saw possibilities as well, but not the same I had in mind.
We went up to my room and were lying on my bed. “Amy?”….”Yes??”….”The spanking you received from your aunt for keeping me awake….was it not effective enough or why did you keep writing me when I was asleep??!” “What?? I behaved!” “Amy do you really think I would accuse you for anything without facts?” He took a letter out of his pocket. You could see every text message I had sent the last few weeks, and at what time it had arrived in Denmark……Okay yes I might have sent a few messages to him.
“I warned you about this behavior, Amy” he was lying halfway on top of me looking straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help smile back at him. “Amy, I know you think I’m kidding, but I am very serious”…”I want you to go downstairs and find three implements, then get back up here” “You will receive a spanking with all three of them!” he pointed at the door.
Something about his expression reminded me about my aunts so I instinctively reacted by walking towards the door…”And Amy if you choose implements like a feather or something like that, I will go find the implements, and I can guarantee you, that you will be very sorry about that”
I wasn’t scared, and I was smiling all the way down looking for something useful. I was excited in a whole new way. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a wooden spoon…..I had secretly imagined how a spoon would feel like…..Two more…..I didn’t dare to take anything from my aunt (brush/belt) because how should I explain it if we accidently broke something….So I went to the hallway and took one of my slippers…One to go….Why couldn’t he just use his hand as a third thing?….I went to the bathroom and got my own brush (plastic). I took all three things upstairs and handed them to him. He looked at them and then nodded.
“They seem fine to me”….he was sitting on my bed, and with his hands he touched me gently from my knees slowly up my thighs and to my bottom. It felt great and I didn’t want him to stop. He guided me over his lap, and kept rubbing my bottom. “I think you deserve a little warm up”
He started to spank me with his hand….so his hand was the fourth thing…..I was surprised about how hard he spanked. It wasn’t harder than my aunt, but I kind of expected him to be a bit softer….I still had pants on, so I actually enjoyed lying there on his lap…..which also was quite a new kind of feeling…..
“mmh I can feel the heat from your bottom”… “Stand up”. He looked at the three implements lying next to him. “I want you to take your pants off and get over my lap again”…..”What if my aunt comes home, she might think we are doing something else?”….”If she comes home, I’ll tell her about your misbehaviors, and maybe she will join!” “Get over my lap”
I obeyed. I could feel the rough side of the slipper against my skin. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It certainly did hurt, and I started to wiggle. He paused and rubbed and massaged my bottom. “Some nights I only got 2 hours of sleep because of you, do you have any idea, how difficult it was to pay attention during class?”… “Noo”….”I could have failed my class because of you”
He switched from the slipper to the spoon. The first hit with it stings so badly that I couldn’t help to squeal…”Awww…”….”well sweetie this is what you get from choosing a wooden spoon”. He spanked me faster this time, and I tried to get away from him at some point. I was amazed by his strength. I had no chance to get away. I could feel his muscles work and felt a different kind of desire grow in me. This feeling competed with the pain and it had a relieving effect on me.
“You think you will remember next time you are texting me to check what time it is??”…..”yes, I will, I’m sorry”
“mmh, I don’t know if I believe you, after all your aunt did a good work the last time, at that didn’t prevent you from texting me!”
He took the brush and soothed my sore skin with the cold surface. “Your bottom really has a healthy color”
“So Amy lets get through this last part of your punishment shall we!”
The spankings started again. I wondered how he could be so instinctively in his way to spank. He spanked as if he had never done anything else in his life, and every time I almost felt like starting to cry he took a break, asked me to relax, or to breathe, and then he would start again. The last two hits were clearly the hardest and my bottom was burning.
He helped me up, and pulled my panties and pants up. He looked deep into my eyes, and gently kissed me.
“Amy, take these back from where you took them”
I went downstairs and had even a bigger smile than I had before, when I had to find some implements.
My aunt came home, just as I put my slipper back at its place….
“Hi Amy”….”Hi” and I started to blush…..
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