Alphabet Spanking Story: all chapters

There was so much spanking going on in my stories during the A to Z month. Putting them all in order and in one place. (Work in progress) 

Alphabet Spanking Story: all chapters

G is for Going, Going, Gone Nick wanted a quiet evening but pregnant Izzie didn't eat again. An unexpected revelation changes the course of this long long night. 

"What should I do about it? Don't answer," he holds a hand up. "That was a rhetorical question. The incentive, right?" Izzie nods again. "Will you eat after?" 

"After after." Which means after the spanking, the aftercare, and the fucking. The whole trifecta. 

H is for Humiliation and Humility Oof! That's some naughty chapter! 

He takes everything to the next level today, fiddling with a new toy, a foxtail butt plug. The plug itself is a medium size, much smaller than his dick, but, hey, it's stainless steel and probably cold. 

"Do you know what it is?" Nick watches like a hawk when she presses her legs together and clenches her butt in anticipation. 

"A foxtail." 

"No, my dear. It's a reminder of who's in charge here."

I is for Izzie's first caning Nick got a new toy chest, full of new... toys.

"It's a real cane, Nick. It's not a game." 

"I know. I've been practicing." He twirls his fingers in the air in a universal 'turn around, missy' gesture. He folds the tail up and tucks it under the tight top to get it out of the way. 

L is for Licks and Lust  Nick wants to lay the ghost of Aldous to rest, with some help from the foxtail plug and the cane.

"Every time I mention Aldous, you clam up. You need to lay the ghost to rest, Iz." Nick follows Izzie to the corner and now talks to her back. "So today, with the help of my little lie detector," he tugs at the fox tail. "And the cane," he taps her cheeks with the cane, and she jerks away. "I will get to the bottom of it. If required, a bright red bottom with some perfectly parallel stripes. Told you, I've been practicing." 

M is for Morning and Marks and Middle of the night As Izzie wakes up giggly and wiggly. Her first caning by the hands of Nick only brought them closer together.

As she lay there, accepting and grateful for each stroke, it hit her. This caning was to help her let go and move on from all the bad memories of Aldous, the caning included, and come out of it unscarred, both literally and metaphorically.

And then Nick paused and spoke. 

"Three last ones, Iz. These will hurt more." 

N is for Nothing The morning frivolities end with a serious conversation, and 'nothing' is not an accepted answer anymore.

These are the best ones, cuddle and spank, hard and slow. Izzie closes her eyes and waits for the next one, and the next one. The lump in her throat shrivels, ready to break into tiny pieces. 

"I don't want to decide, I don't want to choose." She pauses on the brink of tearing up. and he swats again. "Don't let me choose, not in the bedroom." 

T is for Tears and Taken When preparing to spank Izzie to tears, Nick feels an unexpected Kick and pauses.

"Give me a moment, please." 

"Take it, and then take me. That's what I need, to be taken. To break into pieces and rise again, taken." 

U is for Upsy-daisy Nick gives Izzie the hard spanking she craves. To tears.

"You say upsy-daisy when you pick me up," she repeats. "You always pick me up and put me together. Upsy-daisy." 

W is for What you Want Nick watches Izzie sleep and recalls the events of last night. Izzie wakes up in tears: Nick didn't fuck her after the spanking.

Exhausted, she drank some lukewarm orange juice through a straw that Nick held for her, asked for the fluffy socks, took a deep breath interrupted by a hiccup, and fell asleep. Just like a Sleeping Beauty. Damn it, Izzie said to never use that expression as it reminds her of the other book and not to Google it either. So far he kept the promise.

X is for Xanadu Izzie learns a new word. Nick learns she has a blog. 

"Or I will go Xanadu on your arse." Empty threats go well with snorts and giggles. 

Z is for Zingy Nick and Izzie discuss all things zingy over the breakfast. Merguez vs bacon, leather vs wood. 

"You know I hate wood, except your morning wood," she nods royally in the direction of his lap and royally doesn't bat an eye at the treacherous twitch."

Also from A to Z:

Standalone stories:

(Coming soon)

Poems:

V is for Vanilla

Holding wrists is a type of bondage

Roleplay bound are Santa and elf

Naked Red, in Halloween homage, 

Riding Wolfie, is C-M-N-F

(more coming soon)