My Girl – short spanking story

My latest writing prompt story and I’m feeling nostalgic. Is it okay to play with his records…. she’s about to find out?

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Put another record on the record player. Wasn’t that the saying?

Neil was fast asleep in bed. He’d dozed off after they’d had sex. She tiptoed away.

Row upon row of LPs and singles filled the shelves. She trailed her finger along the narrow spines, trying to read the tiny print. Neil was proud of his vintage LPs. He bought them from all around the world.

“Better sound quality,” he’d declared.

She thought it rather quaint because he steadfastly refused to play music through anything digital.

She crouched down and spotted a band she knew from way back – The Temptations and their song, My Girl. The single was in a pristine sleeve.

Neil hadn’t stirred from the bedroom. She smiled. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake him up with a song? He asked her not to touch them, but surely, using a turntable was easy?

She slipped the disc out of the sleeve and dropped it onto the turntable. Now for the arm. She picked it up and swung it over towards the edge of the disc. The speakers hummed, waiting for the sound to arrive.

Nipping her lower lip with her teeth, she dropped the arm. The needle bounced, failing to find the grooves. The speakers crackled, then the music blared, jumping into the middle of the song.

It sounded terrible-distorted. She panicked, trying to pick the needle up, but it scratched the surface.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuckety fuck.”

“What the hell!” Neil shot across the room and lifted a lever on the side of the player. The arm slowly rose. Switching of the turntable, he carefully retrieved the disc and examined it under the light.

“You scratched it,” he growled. “Didn’t I say to leave them alone?”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to wake you up with something special.”

Neil returned the disc to the turntable. “You had it on the wrong speed. See, here.” He flicked a switch and lined up the needle, carefully guiding it down. The song began perfectly.

“Oh,” she grimaced with embarrassment. “Is it okay?”

He cocked his head, listening. “Seems to be. Just a light scratch. It’s worth a fortune that one.”

“I like it.”

He sighed drumming his fingers on the nearby shelf. He looked so damn sexy in his underpants. Hot pecs, meaty thighs and biceps. Fuck, she was feeling the heat rise across her chest.

He reached over and flicked his finger at her panties. “Take them off. Leave everything else. I want the suspenders to stay on.”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, babe, really. I know you said you not to touch, but do you have to spank me?”

“Over my knee,” he rebutted sternly.

He sat on a chair while she removed her panties. Draped over his lap, she squirmed, hoping for leniency.

“Keep still or I’ll spank you for longer.”

He smacked her ass cheeks. Back and forth he spanked her, creating two burning globes. Throughout he hummed My Girl.

Perhaps, it wasn’t such a bad mistake after all.

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Check out Anarie Bradie’s sexy take on the picture here.

The lightly applied rules:

• No more than 500 words, but as little as I like. It could be poem if I’m short on time.
• Something related to the prompt – it can begin it, or end it. It could be the background or the action, the setting or the people or maybe the words incorporated into the story.
• It’s going to be erotic or romantic, possibly spanking or kink, but not every time. It depends on what comes to mind.
• It got to be original. No excerpts or works in progress. If it turns into something bigger, great, that’s what I find flash fiction useful for – story ideas.
• No cliffhangers. Preferably a beginning, middle and some kind of conclusion.

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