 Title: Soul On Fire She rubbed her foot as she stared out the window. Her entire foot throbbed and her broken toe was an alarming shade of purple. She sighed deeply and stared out the window. There was really nothing to look at outside, it was eleven o'clock and pitch black outside. The street her house faced onto had very little lighting at night. Which was one reason her husband, Edward, did not want her walking alone at night. This had been a point of contention between them for quite awhile. And though Edward was usually the most easygoing and understanding of men, when it came to her safety he became totally unyielding in his viewpoint. And once a decision was made, ignoring that decision would assure that her ability to sit would be hampered for a day or two. And in fact she was facing that very fate tonight. Earlier in the evening, Cindy, an aspiring poet and author had received the news by email that her first poem had been accepted for publication. She could scarcely believe it, a dream come true. She immediately called Edward at work. "Oh baby", she exclaimed, "you won't believe this, the magazine accepted my poem, it will be in the next issue." On his end Edward smiled broadly, he could feel the excitement coming through the phone. He wasn't surprised at the news. He considered Cindy a very talented writer and wordsmith. He also knew that this acceptance meant validation for her. "Hey sweetie, best news I can imagine but you know I am really not shocked. Delighted yes but not shocked. You are not only my beautiful lady but my talented lady as well." Cindy blushed, "Oh you, what do you know, you're in love with me." And he heard her giggle that he so loved. "Young lady are you questioning my taste in poetry? Hmmm we'll have to see about that." And he laughed as well. "Hey babe got to get back to work, I'll see you later and how about we celebrate this tomorrow night?" Cindy's excitement suddenly sank, "Tomorrow night? Why not tonight? Oh Edward don't tell me you have to work late again." She stomped her foot hard and winced. This wasn't fair, it was big news and she wanted to go out tonight. Edward sighed as he heard the petulant tone in her voice. His wife was a strong, smart, creative lady. She was one of the kindest and most thoughtful people it had ever been his good fortune to meet. But, very rarely, when things did not go her way, a monstrous brat emerged that never failed to shock him. He was afraid the killer brat would be encouraged by her disappointment to make an appearance this evening. God, he hoped he could head that off. In light of her wonderful news he didn't want it to be marred by that side of her personality. "Babe, I have to work tonight, no choice, you know if I could come home this very minute I would. But sweetie I do promise that I will wake you up when I get home and I will most certainly think of some ways we can celebrate right then and there. And tomorrow night how about we go to Milo's?" He hoped the promise of his undivided attention later and her favorite restaurant tomorrow would mollify her tonight. No such luck. "Fine," she snapped, "I will celebrate all by myself then." She could here the tone of her own voice and really didn't like it, a huge part of her knew that Edward did not deserve this treatment, but that nasty little brat was nagging away inside her. Edward, continued on in a very patient but increasingly stern voice, "Cynthia you will not do anything foolish. I promise we will celebrate your amazing accomplishment when I get home and tomorrow. But sweetheart, published or not if you go off half cocked, I will have to deal with that when I get home instead of sharing champagne and lots of love." He sighed deeply, God he loved this woman, so much that it scared him at times. And he would be damned if anyone would hurt her including herself. "Fine Edward, now, as I am telling you the best news in a long time, you are busy threatening me with a spanking instead of celebrating. How sweet." She got angrier and teary eyed as she began to feel sorry for herself. "My love I have to go, I will be home around 11:30. Please don't be angry, you know I am not doing this on purpose. And please oh please don't do anything foolish. And Cynthia," his voice intensified,"NO chocolate, none, under any circumstances, " As he heard her very impatient "FINE" and the phone firmly hung up, she would never slam the phone is his ear, he let out a sigh. He would certainly bring the champagne home with him but he had a feeling he would be toasting something else entirely. Cindy paced the living room stomping from end to end like an angry two year old. She didn't particularly like acting or feeling this way but DAMN she wanted to celebrate and it just wasn't FAIR that he had to work tonight. The reasonable woman within murmured soothing words about how it was important at times, to give him the support he needed in keeping to his career track as well. He certainly supported her in the efforts she made without complaint. But if the smoke billowing out of her ears was any indication reason was losing to self interest. As she stomped around, not looking where she was going she kicked her foot at the floor fan. It never occurred to her how hard a metal stand would be. As her foot made contact she gasped in pain and fell to the floor. There was a sudden burning throbbing agony in her left foot. When she looked she was aghast to find that her two toes were already swelling and turning an ugly shade of purple. "Now look what he made me do," she murmured angrily as she sat rocking and holding her foot. She was pretty sure she had broken her toe but called the hospital ER for advice. They urged her to come in for an Xray, the break could be in the small bones of the foot, but Madame Stubborn was here for a stay and she refused. Finally the nurse suggested, with a sigh, taping the toes together. If they were broken that is all they would do at the hospital anyway. However she did give one last try at getting Cindy to come in at least tomorrow for an Xray. Cindy grudgingly agreed and then hung up the phone. She held her poor foot and cried. God she was frustrated. This had started out being one of the happiest nights of her life and now it was turning out to be the worst. She almost called Edward again, oh she needed the comfort only he could provide, but he would insist on a trip to the ER right now and no arguing. So she just limped to the bathroom and got the tape. Before she did anything she grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and sat on the couch while she iced the foot. Oh God did she need a piece of chocolate, actually 100 was more like it. Chocolate was her solace and stress reliever, but it had the unfortunate habit of doing unpleasant things to her body so Edward and she had decided long ago that this would be forbidden and subject to punishment. Well too bad he wasn't home to make sure she followed the rules now wasn't it she thought with some satisfaction. She began to search the cupboards hobbling on her sore foot as her chocolate safari went on for some time. Nothing, not one candy bar, not one bag of chocolate chips....OH GOD life was unfair. She plopped down on the sofa and reapplied the ice. Gazing out the window she noticed the summer night was now completely covered in darkness. No trace of light remained. However, the scheming brat remained and she suddenly crossed a line and made a decision she was going to regret....oh would she ever, but that thought never entered her mind. "I'll just go to the store and get some...right now." Never mind that it was pitch black out and the store was seven blocks away. Never mind that her car was in the shop, Edward was at work and there was no transportation except walking. Never mind that her toes and foot were turning more purple by the minute. Ha, she wanted chocolate, that was how she would celebrate her success. She knew she would never get a shoe on her foot so she put on her flip flops completely forgetting the nurse's instructions to tape her toes. She stomped out of the house wincing at each determined step. However, the longer she walked the madder she got and soon the pain was furthest from her mind. When she got to the store she picked up a bag of Hershey's Kisses and a large chocolate almond bar. The kisses could make up for those Edward wasn't around to bestow because he was working. At the cash register the cashier looked at her purchases and said sympathetically, "Rough night huh?". At that Cindy looked up astonished and burst into laughter. "Yeah you could say that", she smiled and limped away. Outside the store she tore into the bag of kisses but was still giggling at the cashier's remark. Her anger was draining away and her normal sweet good humored self was making a comeback. She began to limp towards home feeling the throbbing in her foot with every step. Suddenly she stopped....Edward. ...what would he have to say about this. Oh was she in trouble, real trouble, not just the "Cindy I am so disappointed in you trouble", but rather the "Young lady go to our room, we are going to discuss this now", trouble. As she limped home trying to think and plan her way out of the spanking she surely knew was coming, she stopped as her brain schemed. Well now certainly he would recognize that she had hurt her foot badly and, after all, wasn't that punishment enough. Hmmm worth some thought. Now while both Cindy and Edward enjoyed the sensual aspects of spanking, she really did not enjoy getting a punishment spanking in any way. First of all, Edward was always so incredibly reasonable that if he insisted on this she knew she deserved it and right now she was incredibly ashamed of the way she had behaved towards him on the phone and her ridiculous behavior since then throughout the evening. Sighing deeply, knowing what was in store she limped the rest of the way home munching chocolate figuring since she was going to have a burning bottom anyway, it might as well be worth it. By the time she reached home her head and stomach were aching from the chocolate, her toes were throbbing in three quarter time and her heart was thumping away thinking of the consequence to come. So here she was watching out the window for her wonderful husband whom she loved more than anyone or anything in the world and who was going to paddle her backside until it exploded into flames when he realized what she had done tonight. Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and suddenly she was a very remorseful sinner indeed. So were the 10,000 butterflies living in her stomach. Edward's key turned in the lock and there he was, all 6 feet of him with a bottle of champagne and her favorite purple irises. As he handed her the flowers, tears ran down her face. "Hey now sweetie, congratulations are in order, no tears," he reached down to put his arms round her and kissed her firmly on the mouth. He pulled back slightly and looked at her with slight suspicion, "Cindy why do you taste like chocolate?" She looked at him wide eyed and pleading. He sighed inwardly but remained insistent. "OK get it over with and tell me now. Don't make me yank it out of you." He stood back up and then noticed his wife's purple foot. "Dear God what happened to you, how did you do this to your poor foot." He sat down, chocolate forgotten and deep concern written in every line on his face. Cindy buried her head in her hands. Oh she felt guilty. What had she been thinking of. Well the truth was she wasn't thinking, she was having a tantrum. She faced the ugly truth of this, lifted her tear stained face and told Edward the whole story. His look went from incredulous to unbelieving, to incredibly stern. "Cynthia, let me get all this straight, I am still a little bit in shock. I could not come home when you wanted because I had to work, so you had a temper fit, kicked the fan, broke your toe, refused to go to get treatment, did not do what the nurse told you, walked seven blocks in the dark alone to get chocolate which you then proceeded to eat. Have I left anything out?" He crossed his arms over his chest and stood over her. She suddenly felt very small. "No you left nothing out," she whispered. OK she had to give it one try, "But Edward," she began. He held up his hand, "Don't bother, there are absolutely no excuses for any of this young lady and you know that well." He sat down next to her. "Now let me see that foot." As he gently examined it she winced and gasped. "Well right now it looks as if it is the two toes but tomorrow I WILL be taking you to the Dr. to be sure." He took the tape off the table. Gently and slowly he wound the tape around the toes holding them together lending support and helping to ease the throbbing. Without another word he lifted his now quietly weeping wife in his arms and carried her gently into the bedroom setting her gently on the bed. "Cynthia", he began and oh she recognized that tone. "We will now discuss this evening's events." He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow. Cindy tried hard to swallow the lump in her throat. As he reached down he unsnapped his wife's jeans. He pushed her shoulders back until she lay on the bed. He firmly pulled off her jeans and panties. He motioned to her to sit up and she automatically removed her blouse and bra. Punishment meant no clothes. As he opened the dresser drawer she dreaded panic began to grip her. "Edward, honey, don't you think the foot is punishment enough, it really really hurts." He looked back at her, "I am sure it does and I want to make sure you never do such stupid unthinking things again just because you can't have your own way. This is so unlike you Cynthia and so beneath you as a woman of great intelligence. " She realized in her sinking stomach that this lecturing tone signaled the beginning of what she had been dreading. "Now I am not going to make you do any corner time tonight because of your foot, but I do believe I can get my point across without it. I am very disappointed in the choices you made, hurting yourself, making yourself ill and taking dangerous risks. I won't have it and you know that. I love you too much to stand by and watch this occur." His face looked sad and serious, "We haven't had to do this for a long time and I hate that it has to be tonight after your great news and such an amazing accomplishment but, my dear, you have no one to blame but yourself." With those words he sat down on the bed, pulled Cindy easily over his lap. He paused briefly to let the realization set in and then began spanking her bare bottom with his hand. He spanked hard and rapidly repeating the words of his lecture..... Young lady, smack smack....you will never, smack...eat chocolate, many smacks.....go off in the middle of the night alone, smack smack...ever, smack...again. .....As he stopped talking he let his hand talk for him. Cindy felt her backside burning as his hand moved steadily over every single inch of it. Her eyes which had been previously filled with tears now began weeping in earnest. And as disappointed as Edward was in her behavior, he could not help but be moved by the sight of his wife's lovely derriere which had gone from pristine white to red fairly quickly. "OH please stop I do promise, never never again, I am sooooo sorry, really" the last words were delivered in a voice steadily raising in pitch. The spanking stopped abruptly and Cindy breathed a sigh of relief. She could not help squirming, her bottom was on fire. And as always a spanking from Edward started embers in so many parts of her body. Before she had time for a second sigh of relief Edward gently but firmly trapped her legs under his left leg. Oh God he wasn't done. "I am doing this so you won't kick, that might hurt your foot further", she had a moment to consider the ridiculous notion that he was going to much further hurt her backside but was worried about her foot. And she had forgotten to notice what he had pulled out of the dresser drawer. It was soon evident. She felt cool wood resting on her very inflamed bottom and realized the paddling she had been dreading was about to begin. "My love I hope you never make me do this again, it gives me no pleasure, I assure you," and with that he spoke no more. The paddle lifted and fell with an explosive blast on her reddened skin. She screamed aloud but it had no effect on what was coming and what she knew was due her. The paddle rose and fell rapidly from side to side and then concentrating on the very tender area between her bottom and thighs. She sobbed and howled until she was hoarse and finally just lay over her husband's lap crying incoherently. Then it stopped....She heard Edward sigh and she knew how much he hated doing this. "Oh baby, why do you do these ridiculous things when you get mad, I worry so when you hurt yourself. Cindy it hurts me to see you ill or in pain." She wept softly as he gently massaged her swollen red bottom. He laid her on her stomach and reached for the jar of aloe vera lotion. He soothed the burning slightly and ensured he checked her skin as he applied the lotion. Then he stretched out next to her on the bed. He held her very close to him and rubbed her back, "Shhhhh baby, its all over now". He crooned to her as he would a child. "Its over and you are forgiven. I wish you had not forced me to do this but Cindy I won't watch you hurt yourself, not ever my love." He smoothed her hair and then kissed her forehead and cheek. "Oh God Edward I am so sorry, you have no idea, I was sorry before I even got home from the store. I don't know where this brat in me comes from." He smiled gently at her, "Now you do know that even though the brat can't get away with her antics I love her as well, she is part of you and so she is just as loved, just not as tolerated. And remind that brat that if she had stayed home tonight this could have been a very different and more enjoyable spanking for both of us." Cindy buried her head in his neck, "Edward, thank you, what would I ever do without you. No one has ever cared about me the way you do. I love you so and I always will. Thank you for caring for and about me." "Shhhh all over now baby, I know you love me, I do, lets get ready for bed. Tomorrow we celebrate my own little poet laureate." He stood up, went to the dresser and got out her pink nightshirt. She lay on the bed as he took off the rest of her clothes, slipped the nightshirt over her head and helped her under the covers. She winced as the sheet made contact with her throbbing bottom. He crawled into bed next to her,"And I took the day off tomorrow so we can celebrate in style my dear. Of course it will be a little on the sore side for you when we go to dinner. We could always wait for another day," he looked at her questioningly. She cuddled as close as she could to him, "Nope I'll pay the price for my behavior, besides it will make great sense memories for a new poem." She loved the sound of his huge laugh, "Oh really and what will this one be called." "A Burning in the Bottom of her Soul", she grinned wickedly. Edward pulled her close with a another booming laugh. He gently continued rubbing her burning bottom, "God I love you, what a woman." And later that night he also soothed the burning in her soul as well. ~Valorie Mall |
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