Oneshots (Spanking)

Late In The Dark (Elizabeth and Lucy)

This has the potential of becoming it's own story. I love the idea and have more ideas for these characters and their plot. Would you enjoy seeing a book with these characters? One that will go more in depth into their situation, perhaps a little forbidden romance? Let me know if you would read a book set in the Victorian times of two women living with each other, secretly madly in love with each other.

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I arrived home rather late. I went to town earlier that day and had lost all track of time talking with Bertha, the blacksmith's wife. Which meant I had to walk alone in the dark and Elizabeth would be left with all of my chores as well. Guilt bubbled in the pits of my stomach, but I couldn't take back what I already did.

Shutting the door behind me, I was met by the low light of the oil lamps. The smell of stew reached my nostrils as I set my bonnet and shaw on their appointed hook. Elizabeth exited the bedroom, as she crossed her arms.

She was roughly twenty seven years old, which was four years older than me. Her light brown hair had been taken out of its tight bun, but she was still in her day clothes. She was a taller woman, being two inches taller than me.

I had started living with her four years prior when her husband died in a horse accident. Being a woman and left a widow in the seventeenth century was not very convenient. And since I was on my own after the death of my father from a fever, she felt that it was fit that she and I lived at her place.  No one thought twice about it, but when Elizabeth made the offer, neither of us intended to develop feelings for each other. It just sort of happened.

"You're late," she said sternly. "It's almost nine."

I looked at the clock setting on our mantle. "I'm sorry, Lizzy. It wasn't my intention to cause you more work with the animals."

"It's not the chores, Lucy. It's because I was worried. You shouldn't be walking alone on a night as dark as this."

I understood why. Her late husband had a riding accident on a very dark night. It would only be natural for her to be concerned about me. I walked over to her, gently setting my hands in hers.

"Elizabeth, I am sorry. What shall you have me do? Take your cooking days for a week?"

She thought about my suggestion before shaking her head. "No, you have a lot on your plate as it is. I'm going to take you over my knee."

I pressed my lips tightly together, nodding in agreement. It had been awhile since I had last ended up in such a position, but Elizabeth had taken me over her lap a decent amount of times and she over mine a few. We agreed upon it when we moved in to keep each other in check because of our circumstances. And perhaps we both secretly enjoyed it as well.

"Do you wish to eat first?" She inquired. "Get some water or anything?"

I shook my head. "No, let's do this now."

Elizabeth grabbed the wooden spoon from it's place by the stove. Then she pulled out a chair from the table and sat down, he skirts spreading out.  She didn't need to tell me to start taking off my skirts and layers. Once my skirts and petticoats were set aside, I was left in my pantaloons and the layer under my corset.

My heart thumped against my chest. I wasn't certain if it was from good adrenaline or pure dread. Despite the painful nature of-what my mother would call-a good thrashing, it was different when Elizabeth did it. It made my stomach bubble with butterflies, but also burn with disappointment in myself for displeasing her. I never wanted to do her any wrong, but I always felt much better after the punishment, knowing I had paid my price for my wrongs.

Three swift swats smacked against my bottom. I held my breath. "You understand why you're in this position?" She asked in her stern, yet gentle voice.

"I stayed out far too late, concerning you and leaving you to deal with more work, while also endangering myself," I answered meekly.

She patted my shoulder, telling me she was pleased with my detailed answer and complete understanding. But since she knew that part was settled, she began to spank my behind in rhythmically, circling my sit spot. The spanks were spaced apart per a second, but she made sure she made up for it in her swing power.

"Will you be out this late again without informing me?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, ma'am, I won't."

"Good, then I think we both have a clear understanding of one another and this situation." Elizabeth's swats began to pick up speed, and my bum began to sting pretty bad. Enough to the point I was blinking back tears. Yet I knew we were only beginning. She hadn't even picked up the spoon.

I felt her stop as she began to unlace my corset. I helped her take it off and then stripped off the rest of my undergarments. I was left naked apart from my black stockings.  I laid myself back over her lap, my reddened ass completely exposed for her to target.

A loud smack rang in the air as her palm came in contact with my butt. It didn't faze her as she started swinging harder and faster, spanking the rounds of my butt cheeks thoroughly. Too bad it was Saturday night. Sunday service was going to be very uncomfortable.

When I started to squirm uncomfortably, she stopped and massaged my burning ass. I wanted nothing more than to sit up and kiss her lips, but I would need to wait. I would have to wait until she was ready to be more intimate with her. Until she was, I would settle for the time I would spend in her arms once my punishment was over.

"You'll need to stand up now," she instructed.

I obeyed. I pulled myself up and forced myself not to rub my bottom. I leaned over the table, straightening out my rear for her. Elizabeth put her around my waist and held the wooden spoon with her other hand.  I yelped as she began to paddle me in sharp, painful strokes. I gripped the table as I felt the tears running down my face.

"Just a little more, Lu," she assured me in a gentle tone. A tone that did not match the thrashing I was currently receiving because it was far less than gentle.

The last swing came and she set the spoon aside. Elizabeth carefully helped me stand up straight before scooping me up in her arms bridal style. She shushed my quiet sobs soothingly as she carried me into our shared bedroom.  She laid me on my bed and laid next to me.  Her arms held me tightly and I snuggled my head into her chest where I could hear our heartbeats sync up as the adrenaline began to wear off.

"Are you alright?" I whispered.

"Now that you're here, yes?" She answered. "And you? Are you ok?"

"Yes." I played with a strand of her soft hair. "Thank you."

She snorted. "Whatever for? Have I not bruised your beautiful bottom?"

I giggled in spite of my tears and pain. "Yes, but I wouldn't have let you have I not wanted you to do so. Thank you for helping me feel better about what I did."

She surprised me by kissing my forehead. We fell back into silence, but it was peaceful. Soon I would have to get up to eat and put on my nightgown. But for as long as I could stall, I didn't want it to end. I wanted to remain in her safe arms for all of eternity.