Inspiration
By Jonathan Quincy Graves
“Perhaps you just need a little inspiration.”
“I’m sorry; what did you say?”
“I said, ‘perhaps you just need a little inspiration.’ You’ve been sitting at that computer for the past hour and a half, ignoring me and muttering about something not coming together. I assume you are working on another of those stupid spanking stories. Am I right?”
“Yes, well trying to work, but for some reason, I can’t get this one down on paper. It’s really frustrating when my mind does this and I absolutely cannot get the words to flow the way I want them to.”
“Well, like I said, perhaps you just need a little inspiration.”
“Yeah, you said that, but what did you mean by it?”
“I mean, that maybe if you received a good spanking, you might find it a lot easier to write about spankings.”
“I still don’t get it. You’ve never been interested in spanking before.”
“Perhaps that’s because I’ve never wanted you to spank me, and you’ve never asked me to spank you. I’m tired of being ignored, though, and I’m becoming more and more interested in the subject. The idea of baring that little fanny of yours over my knee and giving it a good dose of the hairbrush is starting to seem really attractive to me.”
“I’ve never seen you like this. We’ve been married for six years, and in all that time you’ve never once mentioned that you might like to engage in a little corporal punishment.”
“I’m wondering whether that has been time wasted. Perhaps with a little domestic discipline on a regular basis, you might spend less time making love to that damned computer. And, as I said, a spanking might reawaken your muse; it will surely awaken your bottom.”
“I’ve never actually been spanked.”
“Really?! All those stories you’ve written and posted and you’ve never been spanked? Not even by your parents, when you were little?”
“No, they didn’t believe in it.”
“How the hell did you get hooked on this spanking fetish, if you’ve never been spanked? Ever seen anyone spanked?”
“Nope.”
“Ever given someone else a good spanking?”
“Never.”
“Well this is ridiculous. A person cannot expect to write well about something of which they know nothing.”
“I’ve read lots of stories and personal accounts on the internet, you know.”
“I see. All that research. That makes you an expert. You’ve read lots of stories on the internet. And you know for a fact the people who wrote those stories are experienced in real life. Much more experienced than you, for example. And their accounts are therefore entirely accurate. You know this because you’ve met these people.”
“Well, I haven’t met them, but in their accounts…”
“Oh, of course, they mention their spankers or witnesses, and you have met and talked to them. Now I understand.”
“You don’t have to get sarcastic about it. I haven’t met anyone into spanking one way or the other, but there are so many stories out there, some of them must be based on real life, don’t they?”
“How many spanking stories have you written so far?”
“I don’t know, more than a dozen.”
“I rest my case. Now, don’t you think it is about time you gained some actual, real-life experience?”
“You’re serious; you are actually proposing to spank me.”
“You bet your sweet bippy I am. In fact, I will go fetch a good solid hairbrush, and I expect you to be naked from the waist down by the time I get back.”
“Sounds embarrassing. I’m not sure…”
“That does it. Come with me and we’ll find that hairbrush together.”
“No, wait…”
“No dear, there’s no need to wait, there’s the hairbrush right where I last saw it. Now, over my lap you go and we’ll get this production under way.”
“There, how does that feel? Have I got your attention yet?”
“Ow, damn, that really stings.”
“Tut, tut, language, my dear. You don’t want me to wash your mouth out with soap before I put you into the corner, after I’m done blistering your bottom, do you? Now, where was I? Ah yes, I remember. Perhaps a few more on this cheek, a little harder this time.”
“No! Ouch! Not there! Don’t!! Stop!!”
“Don’t stop? Don’t worry; I’m far from stopping. Your bottom is turning a nice shade of pink, but it’s not quite red enough yet. Besides, it’s a little uneven. A few more over here… and a few more over there… Yes, this is looking much better.”
“Please, I’ve had enough. I’ve learned my lesson. Please s-stop.”
“I don’t know what you mean, dear. This isn’t about lessons, this is about inspiration. And, I confess, it’s also about enjoyment. I’m enjoying the hell out of spanking this little bare bottom; but your kicking and squirming is getting out of hand. Let me see now, in your stories when this happens your spanker drapes one leg over the backs of the penitent’s legs like this. Yes, this seems to do the trick. We’ll just take care of this interfering hand… That should do it; I think we can continue now. Hold on tight, dear, the real spanking experience is about to begin.”
“No. Ow! Stop! Stop! I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want; just please stop.”
“There now. That wasn’t so bad was it? Well, maybe it was for you. I’ve never felt a bottom this hot and red. This is really interesting. We will definitely do this again, real soon.”
“No, never again. Ow! Ouch! Okay, okay, you can spank me whenever you want. Just please stop for now.”
“Of course, dear. I’d be happy to stop. As long as we are in agreement about future sessions when I think they are necessary. We are in agreement, aren’t we, dear?”
“Ouch! Yes, yes, we’re in agreement.”
“Good. I thought you might see it my way. Now tell me; are you inspired to finish that story and then go out to dinner with me tonight?”
“Absolutely. Whatever you would like.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now get to it so we can go out, or I will put you in the corner.”
“Yes, dear. And, I love you.”
“Love you too, dear, but that won’t save that little tushy of yours the next time you’re naughty.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
END
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