Ellie woke up to the pitter patter of raindrops and squeezed her eyes shut hard. A dreary fall Sunday was meant for sleeping in. Ellie pulled the fluffy white down comforter over her head and curled up into a satisfied ball. Before she could drift back off to sleep, she heard the sound of her girlfriend’s footsteps on the stairs. Ellie held her breath- maybe she’ll think I’m asleep, Ellie thought, though she didn’t have much hope.
Candice had been Ellie’s official girlfriend for just over a month. They had met in Candice’s exam room. Ellie found the stern doctor to be smart, beautiful, and strong; she loved the way that Candice had a soft spot for her, and the way that Candice made her feel safe by holding her accountable. Candice had no doubt that Ellie was a spoilt brat at times, but she loved the way that Ellie truly cares about people, her high energy level, and the puppy dog eyes that she looked up at Candice with when she knew she was in trouble. The two were a perfect match.
“You need to get out of bed, it’s 10:00,” Candice ordered, her voice laced with exasperation.
“It’s 8:00 on the West Coast,” Ellie’s muffled voice argued from beneath the covers.
Losing patience, Candice took a fistful of comforter in her hand and ripped it off of Ellie’s thin frame.
“Up. Now. Or you can roll over and we can start the day with a spanking instead.” Candice looked like she meant business. Starting to feel nervous, Ellie scampered out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
“Yeesh, ok!” she pouted, shooting Candice a dirty look.
After brushing her teeth and hair, Ellie stomped down the stairs dramatically and sat down at the breakfast table.
“Can I have coffee,” she groaned, adding a hasty “Please!” when she saw Candice’s narrowed eyes.
“What woke you up on the wrong side of the bed?” Candice asked, feeling both confused and increasingly annoyed, “You were fine when we went to bed.”
“I don’t know,” Ellie admitted with another pout, pulling her coffee cup oved and taking a large gulp of the scalding liquid. “Bad dreams, maybe?”
“You’re being a brat because you had bad dreams?” Candice asked incredulously.
Ellie sighed again. Truthfully, she didn’t know. She woke up and realized that Candice had slipped out of bed. She wanted to snuggle and didn’t like waking up alone, as small as it seemed. The tiny, tiny annoyance ruined her entire mood. She just felt off, and she knew she was pushing her luck with the brattitude.
“Would you like to help me rake the leaves? It’s pretty nice out,” Candice suggested.
“Not my leaves, not my problem,” Ellie mumbled into her coffee cup.
“Excuse me?” Candice asked menacingly, “Would you like to repeat that?”
“I DONT LIVE HERE” Ellie spat emphatically, “I don’t want to do your chores.”
“Mind telling me what’s wrong?” Candice pressed, trying to remain patient.
“I- ugh- I don’t know,” Ellie admitted, burying her head in her hands, “I’m all moody for no reason. I, er, I think… I think I need, or, you know, I’d like for you to.. uh.. spank me.” Ellie felt her face turn crimson at the admission. Who had she become, asking for spankings??
Candice was silent at first. Ellie hadn’t been spanked for a few weeks. She was being a sweetheart to Candice and was doing great in school, and she even got into yoga and meditation. Candice hadn’t needed to spank her for anything.
“Sweetie, you normally want to avoid spankings,” Candice explained softly, “But I’m happy to provide one if that’s what you think you need.”
“Sometimes my mood gets off,” Ellie explained, looking down at her hands in shame, “And it centers me when I can know that you’re in control.”
“That I am, baby girl,” Candice smiled warmly, “Come over here and get those pajamas off.”
With that, Candice scooped Ellie up and carried her to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Candice gave Ellie a chance to take her pajama bottoms off and fold them. When Ellie was ready, she reached out for Candice’s hand, which Candice took gently in order to lower Ellie over her knees.
Taking a breath, Candice rubbed Ellie’s bottom and upper thighs.
“Have you been getting enough attention from me?” Candice asked Ellie.
“Oh yes, plenty,” Ellie confimed.
“So you just craved some reassurance that I care about you and won’t let you spiral?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie confirmed again.
Since there was nothing further to discuss, Candice began bringing her hand down on Ellie’s bottom in sharp smacks, one after the other. She covered both sit spots, and made sure to deliver the occassional strike to the thighs. A nice heat was building, and Ellie’s cheeks were turning pink. Candice applied a bit more strength so that Ellie was hissing and wiggling with every smack. Candice’s hand quickly grew warm and sore.
“Ellie, get up and go get the hairbrush from the bathroom counter please,” Candice instructed calmly.
“Wait, what?!” Ellie exclaimed, “No, please, I don’t want it to hurt so badly,” she squeaked, her panic rising.
“Sweet girl,” Candice warned in a low voice, “You don’t have choices when I start spanking you. Your choice is to obey. You wanted this spanking, but you aren’t in charge of it.”
Frustrated, Ellie began to cry, but she went upstairs and got the hairbrush. She brought it back to Candice and handed it over with her right hand while she used her left hand to wipe tears away from her eyes through her sobs.
“Ellie,” Candice said calmly, “You are perfectly fine, ok?”
“Ok,” Ellie nodded, still shuddering and crying.
“My, we are emotional,” Candice whispered sympathetically. “Get back over my lap, we’ll just do 30, ok?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie sniffled.
Climbing back over Candice’s lap, Ellie hugged a pillow and took a breath.
Without warning, the heavy wooden brush came down fast and hard.
“OWWS,” Ellie screamed, “one!”
“You don’t have to count,” Candice conceded.
Two, three, four, five, and six came down in rapid succession, causing Ellie to wiggle and gasp in pain. The brush was setting fire to her behind. She could already feel the soreness setting in. Candice kept a nice rhythm, alternating between cheeks. By 20, Ellie had gone limp and simply squeezed the pillow harder. Candice eased up on the last 10 and then put the brush aside. Not saying anything, she rubbed Ellie’s back and hair.
When she was ready, Ellie sat up and threw her hand’s around Candice’s neck, burying her face in Candice’s curly hair.
“All better, munchkin,” Candice asked affectionately, giving her girlfriend all of the snuggles she needed.
“Yes,” sighed Ellie, “Thank you. Next time I need some toppy attention, I’ll let you know sooner and without the ‘tude.”
“Great,” Candice teased with a wink, “I’d appreciate that. Does this mean you’ll do the leaves after all?”
With a mischevious grin, Ellie went in for a kiss. Hey, a girl can always try distraction where bratting fails!
6 thoughts on “What Attitude Will Get You”
Loved this! Sometimes, a girl’s got to ask for what she needs 🙂
Thank you! A girl should ask for what she needs, but she rarely does, huh? *sigh with eyeroll*
LikeLiked by 2 people
Asking is the toughest thing.
Very cute, Shae. You’re so good at pinning down all the “unusual” emotional reactions, makes it feel very real! Thank you for sharing ☺️
Thanks, Ellie. Just realized my character shares a name with you 😂😅 It started as Ella but my friend just named her baby Ella so it was too weird. Story names are hard!
It’s ok, I don’t mind it 😛 It’s just the name of my bratty alter-ego, so I guess I can relate. 🙂