More Holidays, More Problems

If one thing was true about Ellie (other than her being a brat), it’s that she LOVED holidays. This December, Ellie got double the holidays since Ellie’s family celebrated Christmas and Candice celebrated Hanukkah. Ellie had moved into Candice’s home before fall classes resumed, and their shared living space was now decorated with a gorgeous Menorah and a twinkling Christmas tree. The couple would spend Hanukkah hunkered down in Chicago, eating sweets and latkes and cuddling in the light of the Menorah. They were then planning a trip to the UK to celebrate Christmas with Ellie’s family for about 5 days, a trip that was making Ellie increasingly agitated. She spent a lot of time stressing over whether her parents would like Candice or– more importantly– whether Candice would like her family. Since Ellie was done with classes for the semester, she had too much time to sit around and worry. Worry, decorate, worry, shop, bake, shop, worry, shop… Ok, so the worrying and shopping were pretty equally divided.

Ellie was glad that Candice was on-call at the hospital on this particular cold, wintery Saturday, because the number of packages piling up at the door was getting a little concerning. Ellie hadn’t quite realized how much online shopping she had been doing lately until UPS, Fedex, USPS, and any other delivery service you can imagine started showing up periodically with piles of boxes. With a sheepish smile, Ellie would sign for the packages and then run around trying to hide the evidence. Ellie wanted her family to accept Candice, so she might have gone overboard on gifts for them. A new guitar for her younger brother, a $400 espresso machine for her sister, box seats at the theatre for her parents, expensive sweaters for the grandparents and gourmet dessert baskets for the aunts and uncles; piles of stuffed animals and dolls for the kiddos. She had done the same for Candice’s family for Hanukkah. She had dropped nearly $2,000 on gift cards, cookie baskets, jewelry, and even a toddler Tesla for one of Candice’s nephews. She hadn’t even thought about what to buy Candice yet, but certainly her student loans wouldn’t be paying off many more holiday gifts.

Technically, Candice and Ellie had an agreed-upon budget. Ellie lived on student loans and wasn’t good at keeping track of her finances. Candice didn’t mind footing the bill on most of their expenses, but she did like to see Ellie be responsible and conscientious about how much was coming in and going out. Ellie hadn’t asked if the budget applied to the holidays, but it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

After tucking away the rest of the packages, Ellie heated up some eggnog on the stove and laid down on the couch to watch the Grinch movie. She enjoyed a relaxing day in her pajamas, thinking about how excited everyone would be to open their gifts. Around 7pm, Ellie heard the door rattle. Her dominant girlfriend was back from her shift at the hospital. Sitting up with a grin, Ellie ran over to greet Candice with a hug and a kiss. There was a light dusting of snow over Candice’s gorgeous curly hair and her puffy winter jacket.

“Hi, baby girl,” Candice cooed warmly as she stepped inside and whipped off her hat and gloves, “How was your day?”

“Fine,” Ellie chirped, “I can’t believe I get a whole month off. I cleaned the house for us and I got groceries, too.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Candice smiled, “Did you grab today’s mail? Let me check the box before I take my shoes off and then we can make some dinner together.”

Ellie felt herself get a little pale. Were there any small packages in the mailbox that she had missed? Maybe some jewelry or a small electronic? She couldn’t even remember what she had ordered. Luckily, when Candice plopped the mail on their dining room table, it was just a bunch of boring envelopes. Ellie breathed a silent sigh of relief and offered to start chopping vegetables to make a stir fry. The two women shared a bottle of red wine while they cooked dinner and enjoyed a romantic winter evening chatting and laughing at the dining room table.

“I’ve been in the hospital all day,” Candice announced eventually, “I need to shower.”

“Ok,” Ellie replied cheerfully, “I’ll do the dishes and then shower after you.”

Candice stood up to take her plate to the sink, stopping to kiss Ellie all over the side and top of her head. “I love this domestic version of you,” Candice joked affectionately, “Maybe you can skip school next semester.”

“Ha..ha.. yeah,” Ellie laughed nervously, thinking about how all she did was spend money when she was bored at home, “Domestic Ellie is so… good.”


After Ellie’s shower, she wrapped herself up in her new Kate Spade robe (a little holiday gift to herself), and combed her long brown hair out. She slipped on a new pair of slipper socks (nothing like new socks!) and headed back to join Candice in the living room. Ellie expected to find her girlfriend on the couch, but instead Candice was sitting at the dining room table with her glasses on, eyes narrowed over the mail in front of her. Candice’s brow was furrowed and she looked unhappy. Ellie’s heart nearly stopped.

“Babe..?” Ellie ventured tentatively.

“Come here,” Candice said softly but dangerously.

Ellie slowly drifted over to her girlfriend’s side, wondering what was up. Suddenly, she looked down at the table and saw the American Express bill in Candice’s hands. F***ck. Ellie had opted for online billing so that Candice wouldn’t have to see this month’s damage. Apparently she’d made her selection too late. With a dire expression on her face, Candice slid the bill toward Ellie.

“I’m going to have you explain this to me,” she said flatly.

“Ah, oh, uhm,” Ellie stuttered uselessly, her mind racing and heart pounding. Candice shifted her body so that she was facing Ellie straight-on. Her hands were folded calmly in her lap and she peered up at Ellie through her glasses. She looked so serene, but Ellie could see a storm brewing behind her bright green eyes. Candice could outstare anyone. She continued to stare at Ellie without moving an inch. The effect was sexy and also terrifying.  Sucking in a breath, Ellie tried again.

“You see,” she squeaked, “I was taking care of some holiday stuff for our families and I was going to talk to you about it but you’ve been busy and, you know, it’s the holidays and I wanted our families to have nice stuff…” Ellie’s voice got quieter with every word, and tears began to form in the back of her eyes. She knew there was no excuse. Candice looked furious.

“I’ve been too busy for you to ask me about spending $5,000?” Candice demanded, her mouth set in a thin line.

“Well, I guess not. I don’t know,” Ellie mumbled lamely, looking at the carpet and wringing her hands nervously.

“What is your budget?” Candice demanded.

“I need permission for purchases over $200, and I can’t spend more than $500 in one month without checking with you,” Ellie recited quickly.

“Is that confusing or unfair?” Candice asked, her tone a devastating combination of hurt and angry.

“No, ma’am,” Ellie whispered, hunching over in an effort to disappear.

“I want to go over this bill with you,” Candice explained, “But first I want to hear an apology, and then you’re going to stand in the corner.”

“I’m so sorry, Candice,” Ellie began, still staring at her own feet.

“Look at me,” Candice demanded, her voice soft but firm.

Taking a deep breath, Ellie looked up into her disappointed girlfriend’s eyes and explained how terribly sorry she was. “It was terrible judgment; it just got out of hand so quickly,” Ellie explained miserably. Nodding curtly, Candice pointed to the corner in the back right corner of their living room. Not daring to argue, Ellie slipped off and stood with her nose pressed against the wall and her hands clasped tightly behind her back. She didn’t move an inch to show Candice that she was taking the punishment seriously.

While Ellie waited in the corner, Candice went to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. That little girl had really done it this time. The way that she had blown the budget showed a serious lack of respect, and her failure to communicate was a huge violation of trust. Ellie had never gone over the budget before. She was normally very mindful and complaint, asking Candice even about little purchases like lattes or fitness classes. She wondered what had gotten into the little brat this season. Candice let Ellie reflect in the corner for 10 full minutes before sitting down on the couch and calling her over.

“Come see me when you’re ready,” Candice called out, giving Ellie the option to stay in the corner and calm down for a couple extra minutes if she needed. Ellie chose to take a few deep breaths and then shuffle over the stand in front of Candice. Candice took Ellie’s hands so that she wouldn’t be able to fidget.

“Ell,” Candice said softly, “I’m going to punish you, but after that we need to figure out what we’re going to do about this situation. After your spanking, we’re going to sit down and go over every item on the credit card statement. Moving forward, I’m going to swap your credit card for a debit card for the next few months. That way I can see everything you purchase on a day to day basis until you can earn my trust back. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” agreed Ellie simply, her bottom lip quivering already.

“Good,” said Candice warmly, “Come here.” She pulled Ellie over her lap and pushed her silky robe up past her hips. Wrapping her left arm around Ellie’s waist, Candice lifted her right hand and wasted no time getting into the spanking. There was seemingly going to be little warm up, as Candice started hard and only smacked harder as she went on. Candice spanked Ellie’s upturned bottom from the uppermost corners of her cheeks to her sit spots to her sensitive thighs. It only took a few minutes for Ellie to start squirming and whimpering. Candice continued to hit in an unpredictable pattern, and the warmth in Ellie’s rear grew into a full-on fire.

“You’re hitting so hard,” Ellie gasped, her breath growing heavy already.

Without replying, Candice lifted her right leg and used it to pin down both of Ellie’s legs so that she was completely immobilized. Candice started to pick up the pace, raining down hard smacks in rapid succession. Occasionally, she would hit each sit spot 5 times in a row while Ellie wiggled and cried in pain.

“You will NEVER blow the budget that egregiously without telling me again. If you do, you’ll lose every card that you have and be paying for things with a weekly cash allowance,” Candice explained harshly, “Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!!” Ellie exclaimed hissing while Candice hit her harder still.

Candice slowed her hand slightly and gave Ellie a chance to breathe. She rested her stinging hand on Ellie’s hot bottom, assessing the temperature and color of the skin. Ellie’s bottom was quickly turning red, but it wasn’t looking terrible yet.

“Shh shh,” Candice offered softly, picking up the wooden spoon that she had swiped from the kitchen while Ellie was in the corner. Ellie tried to turn around to see what was coming, but Candice softly placed her hand on the back of Ellie’s head, instructing her to stay in place. Ellie knew the wooden spoon as soon as she felt its sharp sting.

“Arghhh,” she shouted miserably, feeling thankful that she couldn’t thrash with Candice holding down her legs so firmly. The spoon hit Ellie’s already sore bottom, managing to make it feel like 10,000 tiny bee stings at once. Desperately, she reached her right hand back and wiggled her fingers to get Candice’s attention.

“Will you hold my hand?” Ellie whined pathetically.

Candice grasped Ellie’s hand and gently pinned it to her back, her warm fingers wrapping around Ellie’s. She let Ellie squeeze her left hand as her right hand continued to bring the spoon down over and over. Ellie’s red bottom was now covered in angry red and white splotches. Candice slowed down and started hitting Ellie’s thighs and sit spots in with slow, deliberate strokes.

“You should get 4,500 of these for how over budget you went,” Candice explained cooly, “So rest assured that if we have to have this conversation again, you won’t be sitting for a month.” Ellie whimpered her understanding. After about 10 more smacks, Candice took a break and rubbed Ellie’s sizzling backside. Ellie wondered whether the punishment was over. As if reading her mind, Candice let go of Ellie’s legs and arm so that she could help her stand.

“We’re almost done,” Candice explained softly, wiping a few tears off of Ellie’s red face. Candice felt a little sorry for the girl, but knew that she had to drive the point home. Realizing there was more, Ellie let herself sob freely again.

“I know baby, I know,” Candice soothed, holding and rubbing Ellie’s hands while she tried to calm down. “Meet me in our bedroom, ok? I’ll be up in a few minutes. I want you to stand in the corner and think a little more about why I’m having to spank you.”

“Ok,” Ellie groaned miserably, still crying and taking jagged breaths. “I’m really sorry though,” she added.

“Yeah, I know,” Candice offered gently, “You’re going to be ok. Do you want to pick out a stuffie for corner time?” Candice asked.

Ellie’s crying slowed. Ellie, despite being 27, adored her stuffed animal collection and often hugged them for comfort when she was angry or sad or scared. It was a sensory thing. She loved playing with their fur and feeling the soft cotton against her chest. If she was taking her punishment well, Candice often relented and allowed her to hold one of her comfort objects. Feeling thankful, Ellie nodded back at her girlfriend, looking very childlike and adorable with her pouty face and sniffle.

“Ok, get going,” Candice responded, giving Ellie a tap on her warm bottom as she scuttled up the stairs.


Candice found Ellie in the front left corner of their bedroom clutching her stuffed chicken and sniffling slightly. Ellie had abandoned her robe and was standing there wearing only fuzzy socks and a bright red behind. Observing her figure from the back, Candice felt herself getting aroused and a bit distracted. Trying to stay focused, she called Ellie from the corner and instructed her to bend over the bed.

The bed was a little tall, so Candice had Ellie lay on the bed and propped her hips up with two pillows. She let Ellie continue clutching her stuffie as she went over to the closet and pulled down a smooth brown belt. Ellie heard the belt without looking up and started begging.

“I’m in so much pain, Candice,” she wailed, “Please don’t do the belt, I can’t do it, I won’t spend any money ever again but NOOOOOO BELT.”

“Honey,” Candice said calmly, “You’re only getting 12 strokes with the belt. Just as a reminder that trust and respect are the foundation of our partnership, and the spending this month was out of control, even if your heart was in the right place. After every stroke, I want you to tell me that you won’t break our spending rules.”

Ellie nodded her understanding and squeezed her eyes shut as Candice raised the belt. The first stroke came down right across the middle of her already-sore cheeks.

“AHHHHHHH, ow, uhn… I will not break our spending rules,” Ellie practically screamed. The second stroke followed and Ellie repeated her phrase. When the third stroke landed across her lower bottom, Ellie hopped off of the pillows and shouted out.

“You have 5 seconds to get back in place before we start over,” Candice said evenly, “Five… four…”

Ellie needed no further prompting. She flung herself back onto the pillows and repeated, “I will not break our spending rules.”

Four and five came along, with Ellie gasping in pain but staying in place. After the sixth stroke, Candice gave Ellie a break by giving another small lecture. “The holidays are about family, not buying peoples’ love. I’d love to hear why you found it necessary to go so overboard. Maybe we can write everyone a really nice card instead of spending a fortune on them. My family is going to love you whether you buy them a bunch of junk or not, and I don’t intend to bribe your family into liking me. They will or they won’t. The only thing that matters is how much I love and care about you, Ell. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I know,” Ellie said, feeling defeated, “I got it in my head that everyone would accept us and support us if we gave them nice gifts, but that’s dumb. They should support us regardless and gifts should be something special, not just a waste of money.”

“Good girl,” Candice agreed, “I’m going to finish up.”

The last six strokes came one after the other, and Ellie repeated her phrase one final time. With that, Candice dropped the belt and collapsed next to her submissive lover on the bed. She pulled Ellie into her arms and stroked and soothed her, kissing her head and whispering about what a sweet girl she was and how much she was loved. Ellie buried her tear-streaked face in Candice’s shoulder and allowed herself to be held.

“I forgive you, baby girl, it’s all going to be ok, let me take care of you,” Candice cooed.

As much as Candice wanted to make love to her gorgeous partner, she saw that Ellie was looking sleepy. The lovemaking would have to wait, as would their discussion about Ellie’s bill. Candice lovingly helped Ellie put on a nightgown and brush her teeth. Tucking her in, Candice cuddled Ellie up and played with her hair until Ellie fell sound asleep.

Now, Candice thought, let’s see where the brat hid all of those gifts. I deserve that cookie basket…

What Attitude Will Get You

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!


Better Late Pt. II

After the eventful appointment, Ellie couldn’t sleep a wink. As annoyed as she was with everyone bullying her into the check-up, she had to admit that she’d been holding in a lot of anxiety and loneliness. She had been burying herself in books and junk food semester after semester, and hadn’t even thought of going on a date. Candice’s exam may have been unpleasant, but it felt good to have some toppy attention. Ellie’s long term dominant girlfriend and broken up with her when she moved to the States for psychology school. They had been struggling with communication anyway, and the distance was just going to be too much. Ellie understood, but the breakup was extremely painful nonetheless. She was hungry for attention… any type of attention. Ok, maybe not a speculum in her you-know-what, but there was something about Candice’s concern and control that made Ellie feel jello-y on the insides. Around 2:00 in the morning, Candice took a double shot of Nyquil to lull herself to sleep. She woke up the next morning to her 7:30 alarm still groggy, but oddly light and happy, as well.

Hastily throwing her tangled hair into a bun, Ellie prepared two toaster strudels (Pillsbury was the best part of living in America!) and grabbed Candice’s business card from her purse. Her heart thumping, she separated her phone from it’s charger and unlocked it with shaking hands. Surely it was too early to text Candice? She’d look desperate at this point. It hadn’t even been 24 hours. Plus, normal people sleep in on Saturdays. Ellie’s impatience got the best of her- she wouldn’t be able to focus until she reached out.

Ellie: Good morning. Thank you for the appointment yesterday. I am writing to let you know that I’m still interested in

She paused. She texted with her ex-girlfriend about spanking all the time, but suddenly she felt embarrassed and awkward. Biting her lip, she deleted her text and rephrased it.

Ellie: Hi! Hope I’m not waking you up. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated the appointment yesterday and I still want what I said I wanted yesterday. 

Hmm… maybe too vague? Third time’s the charm.

Ellie: Good morning! Hope I’m not waking you up 🙂 I really appreciated all of your support yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t very kind to you or your staff. I’d like to get together this weekend and “discuss” things the way you mentioned yesterday. 

There. That was perfect. Ellie hit send and took a deep breath. She slathered icing on her second toaster strudel, but before she had even taken a bite, she saw the telltale “typing” dots on the screen of her iPhone. SHIT. The doctor was responding already. Ellie held her breath in anticipation.

Candice: Good morning, Ellie. Thanks for your kind message. How about 2:00 this afternoon? Please send me your address. 

Ellie felt a rush of dizziness wash over her, but it was the good kind of dizzy- the kind that lets you know that you’re excited about something. Ellie still had 6 hours until the visit, so she decided to spend some of her time tidying the apartment. The pile of dishes was put away, the carpets were vacuumed, and the bathroom was scrubbed from top to bottom. After all of that, it was barely noon. Ugh. Ellie flopped down on her couch and stared at the ceiling. She was too nervous/excited to study, and she didn’t need to do any more cleaning. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to do.

Picking up her phone, Ellie opened WhatsApp and sent her ex-girlfriend Gia a message.

Ellie: Can u talk? Everything’s ok.. mostly.. I just want to talk about something

Gia: I’m calling now.

Ellie smiled to herself. Gia was fiercely loyal and endlessly kind. Their friendship had survived the breakup, and for that Ellie was certainly grateful.

“Heyyyyyyy,” Ellie squealed when she answered Gia’s call, “It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“I know,” Gia sighed, “It’s been forever. What’s up, babe?”

“I’m having a girl over today.” There was an awkward pause as she realized that it was a weird thing to lead with. Would Gia be jealous after all this time? Turns out, her fear was unfounded.

“OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME A GIRL GIRL. LIKE A DATE,” Gia practically screamed, “You’ve been a straight up hermit, dude, I thought you were never going to get back out there. I was feeling terrible.”

“It’s not a date. Well, not a romantic date. She’s my doctor. My gynae, actually. But she’s spanking me. It’s complicated. I went in for a routine check-up and one bratty comment lead to another and the next thing you know she threatened to spank me. Obviously I almost died. I mean… how weird. So I basically just said sure. She looked sort of shocked, like she didn’t think I’d even react. So she’s coming over today to… you know. And she’s pretty, but I don’t know anything about her. We hardly talked about anything other than my boobs and my vagina, which is actually a great start to normal lesbian dates but a pretty un-promising start on a date with a gynae.” The story came out in one big rush, and after finishing, Ellie listened impatiently for Gia’s advice.

“Wow. Just… wow,” Gia finally said with a whistle, “That is totally wild. She has to be a little into you if she’s coming over to beat your butt. And I mean, it’s a cute butt, so she’ll have to be into you by the end of the day,” Gia teased.

“I don’t know,” Ellie whined, “Maybe she sees me as a daughter or something. She’s like, 15 years older than me at least.”

“Just be yourself, El. You’re a good one. I miss you lots. Let’s Facetime later tonight, ok?”

“Ok,” Ellie grumbled, “I’m going to take a hot bath and maybe take a shot of whiskey to calm myself.”

“Ellie,” said Gia in a low, threatening voice, “We don’t solve anxiety with alcohol, and you should NOT be drinking before a stranger spanks you. Please tell me you won’t.”

“Fine, fine,” Ellie snapped, “Everyone is in their toppy groove lately. Bossy here, bossy there.”

“Be good and it won’t be a problem,” Gia laughed, “Update me soon, babes.”

“Will do. Bye!” Ellie chirped, hanging up the phone with a smile on her face. Even a quick chat with Gia could calm her nerves. By the time Ellie finished her promised bath and drank a cup of hot tea (instead of whiskey), it was 1:45 and the final countdown was on. Ellie sat on the couch and looked between her phone and the door. Finally, she heard the apartment buzzer cry out at 1:58.

Racing to the door, she pulled it open and smiled shyly as Candice ascended the stairs.

“Hi!” Ellie offered with a soft smile. “Thanks for coming, doc.”

Candice smiled back as she stepped into the apartment.

“Nice to see you’re in a better mood,” she commented teasingly, giving Ellie’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

“Ah… yeah,” Ellie giggled shyly, “I find it’s best to be, you know, polite when someone is going to…” Ellie trailed off nervously but Candice offered her a reassuring smile.

“You’ll be just fine,” Candice promised kindly, “Let’s have a seat and chat.”

Ellie lead the way to the couch and sat down gingerly, staring up expectantly at her dominant counterpart. She knew this might be a one-time thing, but letting someone else call the shots was already having a subduing effect on her. She was slipping into the subby role that she occupied with Gia, at least when she wasn’t on a bratting rampage.

Candice settled in next to her and fixed her with a serious expression.

“My discipline spankings hurt,” Candice said solemnly, “But I trust you know that if you have experience with spanking. I spank hard and for as long as I think is necessary. Once I get you in position, you don’t have any more choices. You can use a safe word, or you can cooperate fully with the discipline. There will be no middle ground. I’m not going to injure you, but you’re going to be very sore. You deserve that, though, don’t you?”

Ellie gulped nervously. The intensity had escalated quickly. Candice meant business.

“Ah, y-yes, ma’am, I understand,” Ellie choked out in a horse whisper.

“Undress,” Candice commanded simply. “Just from the waist down is fine.”

Ellie complied quickly, and then stood awkwardly in front of Candice, waiting for further instruction. Candice angled herself toward Ellie and opened her legs.

“Kneel right here,” she commanded, pointing to a spot on the carpet between her legs. Ellie followed the instruction and looked up at Candice submissively, feeling increasingly small and nervous about going through with this.

“Good girl,” Candice praised, lifting her hand and running it through Ellie’s freshly-combed hair. “Why don’t you start with telling me a little more about yourself. What’s up with you neglecting your doctor’s appointments? You seemed like you were upset about more than the speculum yesterday.”

Ellie melted into Candice’s touch. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of Candice playing with her hair. Taking a deep breath, she began to explain about everything- the move to America to grow up a bit, the psychology program where she made great friends and enjoyed her classes but deeply missed her parents and her country, the breakup, the way that having to manage all of her own appointments and decisions was crushing her… everything. When she finished, she kept her eyes down on the carpet and leaned her head into Candice’s leg.

“And yesterday a lot of it just got taken out on you,” Ellie finished explaining, “And I’m sorry. But when you threatened to spank me…” her voice became high pitched with embarrassment and emotion, “I guess I just felt relieved. Like finally someone was offering to take care of me, even though you were actually just threatening me with a sore butt.”

Candice leaned over and rubbed Ellie’s back, giving herself time to process Ellie’s story.

“Thank you for sharing all of that,” Candice finally said, “Can you sit up and look at me, please? That’s it. Good girl. I understand. I’m fairly experienced with dishing out discipline, and most people feel the way that you do- the experience is painful, but it makes people feel secure and protected. It wipes the slate clean so that you can tackle your shortcomings and try again. We are definitely on the same page there. So, I think it’s time for me to show this naughty bottom what happens when you hold in your feelings for THREE YEARS and neglect your own health. Get up and lay over my lap.”

Ellie stood up on weak legs and carefully lowered herself over Candice’s strong thighs. Candice easily adjusted Ellie’s thin frame while raising her left knee so that Ellie’s bottom was adequately elevated. She rubbed Ellie’s bottom for just a moment, and then suddenly the hand was gone and back with a vengeance.

“Ooooof,” Ellie hissed, “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“You don’t have to be ready. You just have to be still.” With that final warning, the spanks started in earnest. Apparently Candice doesn’t believe in warm ups. She got each of Ellie’s sit spots a solid 10-15 times each, over and over on the same increasingly searing spot. When Ellie was howling in pain, Candice branched out and started to pepper the rest of her shaking bottom with swats. She alternated between right and left cheeks, and occasionally smacking the upper thighs. Ellie’s gasps and moans could hardly keep up with the pace of the punishment.

“Aghhh, I forgot how terribly this hurts,” Ellie gasped out, her eyes already stinging with tears, “You’re hitting too hard.”

“I am most certainly not hitting too hard if you’re feeling so chatty,” Candice replied dryly, picking up the pace and returning to the excruciatingly sore sit spots. Ellie thrashed and groaned in pain in response. Without skipping a beat, Candice moved so that her right leg was on top of both of Ellie’s flailing legs, and she pressed her left forearm firmly into Ellie’s upper back. Ellie was completely trapped. She tried to wiggle her hands free to get some leverage, but Candice was having none of that. She twisted both of Ellie’s arms painfully behind her back and pinned them down against her torso.

“I know all sorts of very uncomfortable positions and pressure points,” Candice threatened ominously. “You don’t want to irritate a doctor who has control of your body. Trust me on this one.”

With that, Candice returned to spanking Ellie’s bottom mercilessly. Unable to move an inch, Ellie just relaxed and let herself sob. It hurt so badly, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Eventually, the sobs of pain morphed into sobs of relief. It felt so good to have nothing to control for once. She felt oddly protected despite the fire burning on her backside. Sensing her resistance die down, Candice slowed down her spanking so that she was only smacking Ellie’s bottom every 3 seconds or so. Each spank still landed with purpose and sent ripples of pain through the thoroughly punished rump. Shaking and crying, Ellie prayed that the spanking would end soon. Her bottom was way out of shape! Finally, Candice’s hand stopped coming down, and she placed it gingerly on Ellie’s lower back.

“Shh, shh,” Candice soothed calmly, “I know. I know that was a hard spanking. I warned you, but brats never truly understand until their bottom is on fire. You’re okay. We’re almost done. I want you to tell me what you’re going to do differently from now on, and if I like your answer, we’re done with the punishment.”

“I’m going to start taking care of myself,” Ellie gasped between sobs. “I’m going to start making regular appointments with my health care providers, and I’m going to start talking to my friends about my feelings more. I’m going to get out and be social even if I want to stay home and watch TV. And if I feel frustrated, I can go on a jog or journal or communicate how I’m feeling instead of treating people like crap… I think that’s all…”

“Very good. Very good girl,” Candice cooed, rubbing Ellie’s back gently. “Let’s sit up and calm down,” she suggested, helping Ellie sit up and get comfortable on the couch.

“Sssssssss,” Ellie hissed as her bottom touched the soft couch cushions, “It HURTS,” she frowned, trying to wiggle into a more comfortable side-sitting position.

Candice wiped Ellie’s tear-soaked hair off of her face and smiled sympathetically.

“I know,” Candice conceded. “I might rub some lotion on it before I leave if I’m feeling nice,” she promised with a wink.

“Do you spank all of your patients?” Ellie asked with a pout.

“None so far. I only spank people that I really like,” Candice responded with a smirk. “I don’t usually mix business and pleasure. You were a special case.”

“Pleasure?!” Ellie exclaimed, “You tried to kill me! This was torture, not pleasure.”

“Oh?” Candice asked with a sultry smile, “Well maybe we can still get to the pleasure part.” She put her hand behind Ellie’s neck and leaned in ever-so-slightly as if to go in for a kiss. She stopped halfway though and looked at Ellie seriously with her gorgeous brown eyes.

“You can say no,” Candice said seriously, “I know it’s been a strange two days for you.”

“YES,” Ellie said flatly, practically launching her face toward Candice’s and pressing her mouth against Candice’s surprised lips. The two women kissed passionately, and Ellie’s body weight pushed Candice onto her back. Laying down, the two women made out passionately while Candice gently pulled Ellie’s hair. Coming up for air, Candice separated from Ellie and fixed her with another serious stare.

“You know I can’t be your doctor after this, right?” Candice asked tentatively.

“Mmm,” said Ellie with a mischievous smirk, “I guess that’s fine, but you know, I am a litttttle worried about how my you-know-what is doing after yesterday’s experience. You ARE a doctor and, you know, you’re like right here, sooo maybe you could check it out?” Ellie grinned as she guided Candice’s hand between her legs.

“You are BAD!” Candice exclaimed with a hearty laugh. “But let’s see how you’re doing.” With that, Candice slipped two fingers into Ellie’s moist center, biting Ellie’s lip as she felt around. Ellie let out a low groan.

“Oh my goooood,” Ellie moaned, “Unfff… you know your way around in there. It’s not fair,” she gasped as Candice easily found all of Ellie’s most sensitive spots. Ellie could feel herself getting more and more wet, and her groans got louder and more desperate. She could barely form a thought as she writhed against Candice in pleasure. She let herself be taken right up to the edge, groaning with abandon and giving in to all of Candice’s expert movements. In no time at all, she was screaming and gasping as she climaxed against Candice’s hand. Candice immediately began to caress Ellie’s hot backside as she whimpered in bliss.

“Oh my god,” was all that Ellie could repeat, burying her head in Candice’s curly hair and trying to catch her breath. “I can’t compete with that,” Ellie said finally. Candice laughed in response.

“Maybe I’ll make another house call next week and you can try. For now, I’d like to see you take a nap. You look exhausted.”

Ellie pouted and tried to reach her hand between Candice’s legs to persuade her otherwise. Candice caught her hand firmly and pressed it behind Ellie’s back. With a one quick pinch to her bottom, Ellie was gasping in pain again.

“You need to be a good listener,” Candice whispered softly into Ellie’s ear. “Or you’re going to be getting more pain and less pleasure from now on. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’m. Understood,” Ellie responded earnestly, looking up at Candice innocently. She was completely under Candice’s spell and it felt amazing. With one swift motion, Candice lifted Ellie off the couch and carried her around the corner to her room. She set her carefully on the bed and pulled the covers up over her.

“Text me when you wake up,” Candice whispered with a gentle kiss to Ellie’s head, “I want to know that you’re ok.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie responded with a smile and a yawn. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll see you soon, darling girl,” Candice promised. And with that, she quietly retreated out of the house, her heart glowing with excitement. Candice hadn’t been this excited about another woman in a long time. She couldn’t wait to see what her sweet, naughty Ellie would get up to next.



Better Late Than… Oh Wait

Hi guysssss. The Melissa stories aren’t wanting to be written lately. They’re a bit of a struggle. But I really like the whole doctor-dom dynamic, so here’s a new doctor-patient lesbian spanko story for ya’ll. 


Ever since moving to the United States from the U.K., Ellie didn’t favor having to make trips to the doctor or dentist. The NHS healthcare system was so easy and familiar, and having to pick private doctors that work with your insurance plan was a big hassle. Ellie had tried to navigate the insurance company websites when she first arrived in the Windy City (aka Chicago), but it gave her a huge headache.  When a two-week bout of bronchitis brought her into an urgent care clinic, Ellie admitted to the intake nurse that she hadn’t seen any sort of doctor in almost 3 full years. Horrified, the nurse insisted that Ellie get a full check up then and there, and she wrote her a referral to a local gynecologist.

“You have to get a well-woman exam,” the nurse scolded, “You’re 25 years old- women’s health checkups are essential for preventing ovarian, cervical, and breast cancers. And you need to get to a dentist yesterday.”

Referral crumpled in her now-sweaty hands, Ellie scuttled out of the office feeling annoyed. She felt completely fine, other than the bronchitis. Maybe she wouldn’t even pick up her prescriptions. Ice cream and hot tea had never let her down…

Nevertheless, after hearing about her health situation on the phone that night, Ellie’s mother doubled down and insisted she’d stop paying her phone bill if she didn’t get to a doctor ASAP. Feeling trapped, Ellie made an appointment online with the gynecologist and sent her mom a screenshot of the appointment confirmation email.

“Hope everyone is happy,” Ellie thought bitterly as she went to bed that night, “Now I have to let some creep shove his hand up my you-know-what for no reason.”

When the time for the appointment rolled around a few weeks later, Ellie felt herself growing nervous. She took to Google to explore what even happens at a “well woman” check-up. The Google search revealed ghastly photos of the tools used for a pap smear, and Ellie may have read one too many horror stories from women who’d had bad experiences with their exams. Ellie nearly considered skipping the appointment, but then she remembered how much she didn’t want to be paying her own phone bill while also juggling rent and tuition at psychology school.

Ellie showed up at the right office and shoved her plastic insurance card at the receptionist.

“Name?” the receptionist asked without looking up from her computer.

“If you can read, my name is on the card,” Ellie huffed impatiently. She knew this appointment was a mistake. These people were idiots! She was not going to let any of them manhandle her nether regions.

With a pointed glare, the receptionist click-clacked on the keyboard with her extra long hot pink nails. After what felt like hours of typing and glaring, the receptionist shoved her card back and said, “Follow the nurse back to your room.”

Ellie was taken down a winding hallway to a clean, spacious room lined with pamphlets about STDs, cervical cancer, and breastfeeding. She was instructed to undress from the waist down and was handed a thin blue sheet to cover up with. Ellie peeled her clothes off delicately and folded them neatly on a nearby chair. From there, she climbed up gingerly onto the exam table and placed the sheet over her naked lap. It didn’t do much to preserve her sense of modesty or dignity, but it was something.

Ellie waited and waited, and she couldn’t hear a peep coming from outside of the room. After 25 minutes had passed, the doctor finally entered with a harsh knock on the door. Ellie took a deep breath, ready to tell this dude just how annoyed she was. But when the door opened, Ellie found herself staring at a short woman with tightly curled hair and a kind, round face. Ellie’s facial expression morphed from irritation to surprise.

“Sorry I’m late,” the woman responded with an apologetic shrug and a tired sigh, “Another patient had an emergency this morning and we got off track. But I’m Dr. Candice Miller.”

Dr. Miller extended her hand and Ellie shook it meekly. “Nice to meet you,” Ellie mumbled.

“I’m told that you’ve never had a pap smear,” Dr. Miller announced seriously, sliding on her gloves and rattling a tray of scary looking equipment around.

“And looking at all of those very fun metal implements,” Ellie stated coldly, “I’m reminded of why I’ve put it off for so long.”

The doctor smiled sympathetically and slid over to sit in front of Ellie.

“No one looks forward to their well-woman exam, but I’ll be as gentle as possible and I’ll describe everything I’m doing. I’ll check your breasts first to make sure that there aren’t any unusual lumps. After that, I’ll do a quick pelvic exam, followed by the actual pap smear. That will involve using a speculum to open you up, and I’ll take a small sample of your cervix for testing. It might feel a little funny, but it shouldn’t really hurt. Then we’ll go over your health history and talk about birth control. Does that all sound good?”

“Like a carnival, really,” Ellie sneered.

Dr. Miller raised her eyebrows but didn’t respond to Ellie’s sour attitude. Working quickly and professionally, she slipped her hand under Ellie’s shirt and bra and felt quickly around Ellie’s small, perky breasts.

“No lumps,” she announced, withdrawing her gloved hand and moving back between Ellie’s legs. “Try to relax for this part though, you’re just going to feel my fingers” Dr. Miller said gently.

“Arghhh,” Ellie exclaimed as the doctor stuck a cold, gloved hand into her most intimate parts. The exam wasn’t exactly a slow serenade. Ellie squirmed uncomfortably as the doctor put pressure on her insides.

“No abnormalities,” the doctor continued, “Any pain?”

“I guess not,” mumbled Ellie bitterly, “But it didn’t feel great.”

“Almost done,” Dr. Miller reassured, grabbing the terrifying looking speculum. Ellie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to count slowly to ten while taking deep breaths. Before she had even reached 9, the doctor announced that they were all done.

“Oh,” Ellie sighed in relief, “That’s it?”

“Yes, other than a few questions,” the doctor smiled back. Her chipper attitude was grating on Ellie’s nerves for some reason. Dr. Miller slid over to her computer and began typing.

“Are you currently sexually active?” Dr. Miller inquired.

“I’m single. I’ve had sex before, but I don’t have a partner right now and I don’t just hook up with anything that moves. But I would have sex again with the right person.” Ellie blushed at how stupid she sounded. The doctor hadn’t reacted at all, though.

“How many sexual partners have you had?” Dr. Miller continued.

“Uh.. is that important?”

“Yes,” Dr. Miller sighed, beginning to show a bit of impatience.

“2 men and 4 women,” Ellie mumbled in embarrassment. Not even her mom knew that she had been gay since the end of college. Dr. Miller, however, showed no outward sign of homophobia.

“Have you always used protection,” she asked?

“With the two men I used a condom, yeah, but with women there isn’t really a need for protection.”

“That’s not true,” Dr. Miller scolded with a furrowed brow, “Lesbians can transfer STDs and other infections to one another, and there are ways–”

“Ok are you some expert on lesbians now?” Ellie interrupted impatiently. Dr. Miller turned and faced Ellie, her arms crossed impatiently.

“I have a medical degree that says I’m an expert in all sorts of sex, and you have an attitude that says you’re a little unsure about taking responsibility for your sexual health,” Dr. Miller snapped harshly, her light brown eyes boring into Ellie. “I don’t care who you have sex with, but I get paid to educate you on doing it safely. I hope that you can be mature enough to participate in the conversation.”

“So now I’m immature?” asked Ellie, her blood boiling, “Well at least I always show up on time to places.”

Dr. Miller stood up and walked over to Ellie. There was fire behind her previously calm eyes.

“I won’t tolerate being disrespected in my own practice,” Dr. Miller explained calmly but firmly. “If you were my daughter and had spent nearly 3 years avoiding medical appointments while having sex without any understanding of disease transfer, you wouldn’t be sitting for WEEKS.”

Ellie bit her lip nervously. She felt tears stinging her eyes. The difficulty of living away from her family, combined with her anxiety surrounding health issues and the vulnerability that today had caused, sent a sudden waive of emotion rushing over her. Ellie began to cry softly. She had taken her nervousness and embarrassment out on Dr. Miller and her staff for no reason.

“I’m s-so sorry,” Ellie gushed, “I didn’t want to come at all because I thought people would judge me for being a lesbian, and I was worried that maybe something was wrong after all. I took my fears out on you in the wrong way after you were so kind to me.”

Dr. Miller appeared sympathetic once more.

“There, there,” she hushed, handing Ellie a tissue. “Why don’t we make a follow-up appointment next week to go over the results of your tests, and we’ll discuss safe sex when you’re in a better place emotionally.”

“Ok,” Ellie agreed with a sniffle. “But you can do it if you want.”

“Do what?” Dr. Miller clarified.

“Spank me,” said Ellie flatly. “I know the threat was probably just you blowing off steam, but I deserve a spanking, really. My ex-girlfriend would have totally spanked me if I had been neglecting my health and mouthing off to people. Not that you’re my girlfriend. My mum used to spank me to. I’m used to it; I’ve always been hard-headed and bratty. It works for me.” Ellie blushed deeply in humiliation, but Dr. Miller looked calm and thoughtful.

“I shouldn’t have threatened you in the office,” she conceded, “It was unprofessional. How about you think about it this weekend, and if you still think you deserve a spanking, I’ll make a little house call and we’ll get it done.”

Ellie nodded her understanding and blew her nose. Dr. Miller handed her a business card and scrawled her cell phone number on the back.

“It was very nice to meet you, Ellie,” the doctor said with a warm smile, “Even if I was a few minutes late.”

“It’s no big deal,” Ellie mumbled with a shy smirk, “Thanks for the help. I’ll… uh.. text you this weekend, I guess.”

“I look forward to it. Now please get dressed and go enjoy your Friday.”

With that, Dr. Miller left the office and Ellie was left holding her business card and wondering what on EARTH she’d gotten herself into…


to be continued very soon 🙂