Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

It's January/01/2009 and it's 11 in the morning. Carrie Gridley lay on her bed, buck naked. Her bottom ached and she would have trouble sitting down properly for a few days. She had gotten a sound beating from her boyfriend Hector Sanchez, at exactly midnight the night before. A beating she really didn't want, but one she got anyways.

Carrie lay there on her stomach, she was thinking about the beating of the evening before. How did it start, she thought, oh ya. She lay there with a smile on her face as she thought about the night before and how happy she was:

Carrie walked up the front walk of her man's home and knocked on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. Hector came to the door. "Hello my love. Come in, come in." He motioned for her to enter.

Hector turned around and walked into the house. He was dressed to the nines, as she was. Carrie followed her in. "Hector, where are we going tonight. I want to dance and have some fun."

He stopped and turned around. "We'll be staying home. We can listen to my CD's and drink all we want. At midnight I've planned little fireworks for you."

She stamps her foot. "I wanted to go out."

He puts his hand under her chin. "We go out all the time. I thought we could stay home tonight and do as we want. Not what everyone else is doing."

She pouted. "Oh, okay. But next year we do what I want."

"Sure, whatever you want next year, when where man and wife." He takes his hand out of his pocket and opens a jewelry case. In it is the largest ring she's ever seen.

"Oh Hector where going to get married. Oh my, oh boy." She jumps up and embraces him. Kissing him all over his face.

The rest of the night went by in a whirl for Carrie, she was just the happiest woman on earth. Finally they where to marry. Something she's been planning and scheming for years. When it got close to midnight, Carrie found herself drunk as a skunk and naked, except for her stockings and garter belt.

She giggles and looks at the clock. It's now three minutes to midnight and almost the new years. She cuddles up to Hector. Hector, you said that I'd see fireworks at midnight. Where are they."

"It's not midnight yet. Come over to this table and look out the window. You'll see the fireworks from here better."

Carrie lay over the table. "But shouldn't we see the fireworks from outside.'

"Not these fireworks my love." As the clock struck midnight, she could hear people in the distance start to holler and scream. "Where are the fireworks my love." She said to him.

Then she saw it. An old fashioned school cane. She knew what was about to happen. He had it in his right hand. "Oh god no. Hector, not tonight please. In the name of god, not tonight."

Then her fireworks began. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. OOOOOO." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Hector, Hector, Hector. No wait." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Please it hurts so. I didn't think you'd be spanking me tonight. Stop in, please." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

That's when Carrie began to see the fireworks. The only problem was that the fire was in her tail and she could see all sorts of colors in her eyes as she was beaten soundly. The pain would shoot through her backside and down her legs.

Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

It was like a blaze of color as she was caned. A caning she didn't exactly hate, but one she was ready for. Not on New Year’s eve. She was crying as the stars she could see burst all around her. Hector could see none of this, he wasn't in the pain that Carrie's ass was.

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

She didn't remember much of the rest of the evening. She did remember having sex and the pain returning to her enflamed ass as they did screw several times. Then she fell asleep in Hectors arms.

She lay there on the bed, her ass throbbing in pain. She could see the clock and it was still 11 o'clock. Then she felt someone sit on the edge of the bed. It was Hector, he touched her sore ass, it felt great. There was some suave in the palm of his hand and he rubbed it in. As she purred like a kitten. The suave felt so good.

Hector got up off the bed and went into the bathroom and cleaned his hand off. When they got back they made mad passionate love again. As Hector screwed her Carrie held her hand up in the air and looked at the engagement ring she was now wearing. She smiled as she saw it glitter in the light. She then put her hand down to her side and got the screw of her life. "OOOOOO yes Hector. Harder. Harder. That's it."

She could no longer feel the deep pain in her ass, only the love she felt for Hector.