B is for Butt Plug-A-Z Spanking

Naturally Naughty is my idea of what a spanking situational comedy would be like, is it entirely realistic? No but is it funny? I certainly hope so. In this excerpt Shannon our situational heroine has pushed our hero Landon too far…so it’s time for the butt plug! I hope you like it! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Excerpt: Naturally Naughty

Landon straightened and gripped my arm more firmly. “Excuse us, ma’am, we’ll be right back,” he said before turning to drag me through the store.
“Landon, where are we going?” I asked as I tried to keep up with his long-legged stride.
Landon didn’t answer me. He stopped briefly to ask where the bathroom was, then continued on. When we got to the bathrooms, I expected Landon to let go of my arm and go into the men’s room. Instead he went into the family restroom situated in between the men’s and women’s room, pulling me along behind.
Landon threw the lock on the door, then pulled me with him to the couch against the wall of the restroom.
“Landon?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.
“I can’t believe your behavior. You are acting like a thwarted child,” he said, quickly unsnapping my cut-offs and pulling them and my bikini bottoms down in one motion to my ankles. “Step out.”
“Landon, no! You can’t! Not here!” I cried even as I complied with his instructions.
“Give me your purse,” he said succinctly.
My bottom clenched reflexively as I remembered the very large butt plug nestled in a hidden compartment inside my purse. Landon had me put it there as a reminder to behave, but he also said it would give him a way to punish me if spanking wasn’t really an immediate option.
My eyes filled with tears as I handed him my purse. “Please, Landon, I’m sorry.”
“You ought to be ashamed. When we are finished here, you will go and re-fold every single one of those towels and apologize,” Landon said as he located the plug and unwrapped it while I watched nervously.
“Bend over and spread your bottom cheeks for me,” he ordered. I was embarrassed to feel telltale wetness beginning to trickle down my inner thighs. While I dreaded the plug, the whole situation was very arousing.
I bent over the arm of the couch against the wall and reached back to spread my bottom cheeks wide.
My hips bucked when he sank the plug first into the weeping entrance of my body, twirling it around to coat it thoroughly in my juices. Then it was pressing against my tender anus. Landon placed a hand on my back to hold me steady before sliding it all the way inside in one firm thrust.
I yelped at the burning stretch of the intrusion, then gasped as he began to work it in and out of my poor little hole in a hard, punishing rhythm. Of course even though it was anal punishment, my girl parts were wide awake and begging for attention. My body didn’t seem to care that my poor little hole was on fire.
Just as it was starting to feel somewhat pleasurable, Landon stopped and locked it into place. I shivered at the sound of his belt clearing his pants.
“Put your hands under your face but stay in position, I’m going to give you two quick licks to get you in the right frame of mind for your apology.”
Once I was positioned as instructed, Landon wasted no time, delivering two very hard licks with his belt directly to my sit spots. My bottom felt positively scorched with a line of fire I knew I’d feel all the way home.
Landon stood me on my feet and pulled my bathing suit and shorts back up. I winced as they came in contact with my tender bottom and rubbed against the base of the plug.
Pulling me into his arms for a tight hug, Landon said, “I love you, Shannon, but you will not act that way. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a sniff.
He leaned down and whispered darkly in my ear, “I’m going to paddle your bottom when we get home and then you’re going to ask me to punish your naughty bottom with my cock.”
Everything inside me tightened at his words with a combination of trepidation and desire. Then he turned me toward the bathroom door with a hard swat to my bottom.
I looked around as we left the bathroom and was relieved to see no one was around.
The saleswoman was already folding the towels when we returned. I was surprised to see she looked close to tears.
Guilt rolled through me. I really had behaved badly, and she was just trying to do her job.
I touched her arm. “I’m sorry I unfolded your pretty display. It was a horrid thing to do. If you’ll tell me how you want them folded, I’ll help you get it back in shape.”
She looked at me for a moment, then her face softened. “I get a little carried away myself sometimes, dear,” she said with a smile, as she showed me how to fold the towels. When the display was back in shipshape condition, she patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for helping her.
The ride home was one of the most uncomfortable in memory. The sand in my bathing suit bottom felt like sandpaper against the welt from Landon’s belt, and every time I shifted in my seat, the plug moved.
Landon was most unsympathetic to my predicament. “Stop squirming in your seat, young lady.”
I groaned; perversely after a few hours in the car, I now wanted to move and grind myself down on the plug in my ass.

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