This is my contribution to WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress and newly-published work. Today, I’m sharing a bonus scene from His Little Earthling that I wrote after I finished the rest of the story as I was trying to work on an area of my writing. I imagine this scene happens around a couple of weeks after the end of the story, but there’s no spoilers here. I guess it’s a self-contained short story.
Sarah twirled her fingers around her hair nervously as she walked out of the school’s main entrance. The white note pinned to her jacket was conspicuous in her peripheral vision, and warmth rushed to her cheeks as she saw Ral waiting for her on the pavement. The one day he arrived on time to collect her had to be today.
She saw his smile fall as his eyes landed on the note pinned to her uniform, and her tummy flip-flopped with butterflies. If only she could make it disappear, but she knew that Miss Juniper, the art teacher, only wrote the note as extra humiliation. She would have already sent a message to Ral’s tablet, telling him exactly what Sarah had done. Destroying the note would probably only get Sarah into more trouble.
Sarah’s feet didn’t want to move very fast toward Ral, but eventually she was standing right in front of him and could avoid her fate no longer.
He shook his head in disbelief. “A note? You have a note pinned to your uniform? Who even wastes paper on that?”
Sarah could only stare at the pavement as she floundered for an explanation.
Ral lifted the note slightly to read it, and his expression darkened. “Throwing red paint over Laila… what were you thinking? She’s one of your best friends! Wait until we get home, young lady,” Ral said in a low voice. She hoped they could leave before Laila’s daddy or master showed up to collect her. The idea of being punished by one of them, as well as Ral, was unthinkable.
He practically dragged her down the street to their new apartment and once they got inside, he locked the door behind them. Sarah put her books down on the coffee table and looked at him, anxious to explain her side of the story.
“Laila was mean! She painted a picture of her, Riela and me, and she made me look like an elephant!”
“That doesn’t sound like something she would do. What was the assignment?” Ral asked.
“To trace a photo from our tablet screens onto tracing paper, then to turn that into a painting.”
“She copied a photo and you got mad enough to throw paint at her?” Ral repeated in disbelief. Sarah flushed red and tears filled her eyes as she realized that she’d overreacted.
“She didn’t have to do such an… accurate job! Miss Juniper saw it and told her how good it was, how realistic, and then she called the entire class around to see it, and they were all telling Laila how true to life it looked. It’s not fair! I don’t want to know how fat everyone thinks I am!” She began to cry. He folded his arms.
“Young lady, I have told you before, you are not allowed to say mean things about yourself. I love your shape and size and I wish you did, too. I never thought I would have to make a rule that explicitly banned you from covering your friends in paint, but apparently I do. You behaved deplorably today, and if Flin and Basil want to punish you themselves I won’t stand in the way.”
“Please, Daddy, no, don’t let them, you mustn’t…” Sarah couldn’t bear the idea of anyone else spanking her. It was bad enough that the teachers were allowed to cane her at school.
“Do I need to gag you? Do you even know if that paint is going to wash out of Laila’s uniform? Or, will I have to pay to replace it because of your behavior? Take your panties down and bend over the ironing board.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah reached under her short, pleated school skirt and slid her white cotton panties down, then stepped out of them and placed them in the laundry pile. Hesitantly, she walked to the ironing board, feeling the air against her sex as she moved. She bent over it, knowing this was going to be bad. All things considered, she wished she’d never looked at Laila’s drawing, let alone dumped a cup of crimson paint over her head.
Ral ran a hand from the top of her knee-high socks to the place where her skirt began, making Sarah quiver in anticipation. His touch made her skin tingle and she sighed inadvertently. He gently turned her skirt back and Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat.
There was a split-second where Sarah wondered if he was going to use the dreaded wooden spoon or his hand.
His palm landed on her bottom, hard, with a loud crack, and the room resounded with it. Inside her bottom, the instant sting exploded and she gasped as the force slammed her body against the ironing board.
“You turned Laila’s hair, face and shirt red. I’m going to turn your bottom red, little girl.” He brought his hand down on her other cheek with the same amount of force, and her skin burned where he spanked her. He landed swats evenly across her cheeks at a fast pace, and Sarah gripped the ironing board tightly as she wished she’d never picked up a paint pot today. He swatted both cheeks at the same time as his large hand caught her sit-spot, and the sting seemed to echo all around her bottom hole as he did it again.
Soon, Sarah was crying as the burning reached a crescendo and started to make her nipples harden. It hurt so much, but at the same time, her core was coming alive as the pain turned into a heat that pooled within her.
Under Ral’s measured punishment, Sarah’s nerve endings glowed and she wiggled to try and get the sting out, as it built up to an angry burn throughout her bottom cheeks that accompanied a pang of desire. She wanted him to take her, now, over the ironing board, so she could explode again and again on his large cock. Each new swat filled her with more need, even as her bottom felt like it was about to ignite.
Her tears of regret and sorrow mingled with her arousal, and soon it was all she could do to try and stay in position.
At long last, he stopped, and Sarah caught her breath over the ironing board. Embarrassingly, her pussy was soaked.
“Now, little lady, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to—” She stopped mid-sentence as Ral cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Okay, I did mean to throw it over her, but I shouldn’t have done it.”
“No, you shouldn’t. You will call her and apologize once your chastisement is over. Next, however, I’m going to punish your bottom hole.”
“Oh, please, Daddy, no. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah’s eyes widened as she remembered the last time he had punished her bottom hole, and she flushed with shame at the memory.
“You committed the crime, now you do the time,” he told her in a stern voice. He went away for a moment, and when he returned, he held a large butt plug in front of her face, then walked around behind her and put a steadying hand on her lower back.
“This is going to stay in your bottom hole until I decide otherwise. If you take it out without permission, I’ll find something worse to put in there.”
“I won’t touch it, Daddy,” Sarah said quickly, even though she didn’t even know if such a large plug would fit. She felt him press it against her bottom, slick with lubricant, as it opened her bottom hole up widely.
“Bear down on it and let it in,” he coached her. She tried her best, but it seemed to take forever anyway, and every inch that it went inside seemed to stretch her wider.
Once it was finally in, her bottom closed around the stem and Ral patted the base, making Sarah whimper. Sensing her discomfort, Ral swatted her haunches, once on each cheek, setting the plug painfully in motion for a moment, reminding her that this punishment could always get worse.
Deep inside her rear channel, however, the plug ignited her nerves and filled her body with tingles, intensifying her need for release. She wished she could rub herself on something until she came, to relieve the pressure building within her as her clit throbbed persistently.
“Next time you empty a paint pot, it’s gonna be on an artwork or down a drain. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.” Dazed and still sniffling, Sarah trudged to the correct corner and clasped her hands behind her back, pressing her nose against the wall, where the flames in her bottom were overtaken by the strong need to feel him inside her.
The plug remained in her bottom forever, announcing its presence with a dull ache, and she couldn’t distract herself for long from the fact there was a large lump of plastic in her ass. At the same time, her clit was still begging for a climax, but in her current position, she couldn’t do anything about that. As she tried to remain still, the plug became sore and it was all she could do not to just drag it out and throw it on the floor. Convinced that she would never be mean to her best friend again, Sarah tried to think about how she would apologize to Laila, and by the time Ral called her back to him, she was walking very carefully, trying not to incite the unyielding plug into any further soreness.
“You will keep the plug in while you call Laila and apologize.”
“But she’ll know when she sees me! I don’t know how, but she’ll know!” Sarah protested.
“You should have thought about that before you covered her in paint.” Ral was unyielding. He handed Sarah her tablet and waited for her to send a call to Laila. When Laila’s 3D image appeared in front of the tablet, Sarah flinched then stared at the floor.
“I’m s’posed to apologize,” Sarah said, as warmth flooded her face and tears of shame prickled her eyes.
“It’s okay. It washed out,” Laila said, as though such things were normal and expected.
“I’m still sorry I did it. I just couldn’t stand seeing how everyone else saw me. But it’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry too. I should have asked you before using that photo in our art class, I had so many pictures of pretty flowers, or maybe Arctic foxes, or teppalas. I could have used any of those instead without hurting your feelings. I know I can be really annoying and stupid, but can you forgive me?” It was just like Laila to apologize when someone else threw paint over her. Sarah felt a rush of emotion for her friend as she realized that anyone else would probably never speak to her again for exploding like that, but since Laila did stuff like that on a regular basis, she understood.
Sarah started crying, then Laila did, and Sarah shook her head fervently.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, but even when I did, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. And you’re not annoying or stupid,” Sarah said, then she cringed slightly as the plug in her ass started to gnaw at her insides. Laila raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and Sarah was sure she knew why she’d flinched, but Laila said nothing.
Once the call was over, Sarah turned to face Ral.
“All right, little one. You’ve taken your punishment well, and you’ve made up with your friend. I forgive you. Bend over, and I’ll take the plug out.”
“Oh, thank fuck for that!” Sarah declared, then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, I meant to say, thank-you, Daddy,”
He shook his head but there was a twinkle in his eye.
“You’re not allowed to swear, young lady, you know that. For your pottymouth, you can keep the plug in for an extra five minutes. Get your nose back in that corner.”
Sarah’s clit demanded attention and her nipples felt so sensitive as they pressed against her bra. It always turned her on when Ral asserted his dominance over her. Still, she gave him a resigned sigh as she nodded and returned to the corner. Five more minutes of this evil plug was a horrible prospect. All the same, wetness trickled from her sadistic pussy as she touched her nose against the wall again. Her bottom ached inside and out, reminding her that she was completely under Ral’s control.
You can get His Little Earthling here.
Lots of love,