Fiction – Surviving Yet Another Thunderstorm

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“It’s okay, little Luna,” Sharon purred while her cat was scurrying underneath the table. “The thunder is outside. You’re safe here.”

Her cat Luna had been afraid of downpour and thunderstorms for as long as she could remember. She had the distinct feeling the cat had been locked outside on more than one occasion when she lived with her previous humans. The fear was so deep, all those years living with Sharon hadn’t been enough to shake it off.

Sharon herself wasn’t too fond of thunderstorms either. She saw it as an instinctual fear, self-preservation really.

Her husband, Ben, walked by.
“You all right?” he asked.

“Yeah, Luna is scared again, but she’s doing better than before.”

“And you?”

Sharon shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Ben squinted at her while evaluating her. He reached a decision.
“Go get the cane.”

“What? No.”

She was so not in the mood for a spanking right now, but looking at her husband, she realised she didn’t have much of a choice.

Her husband’s silence was enough of an answer. After all, this was part of their D/s. Yes, she could use her safe word, but the situation wasn’t that dire yet. Maybe it would make for a good distraction.

She went to the bedroom to pick up the implement while trying to hide her sigh of annoyance.
Armed with the instrument, she returned to her husband.

While facing him, a loud thunderclap sounded from outside. Sharon shrunk in fear.

“Bare your ass,” her husband commanded.

Sharon followed his command and bent over the desk at his instructions.

By now, her heart was racing. She didn’t mind the spankings, but still, she hated the knowledge it was going to hurt. Especially the cane stung like crazy. The first hits were always the worst.

“Are you ready?” her Master asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Sharon yelped in pain as the cane connected with her skin for the first time.

“What was that?” her Master asked grimly.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sharon uttered, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

Immediately the second blow followed. Sharon hissed as the pain registered.

Again and again, the cane hit her ass until it glowed all over. Her Master rubbed her sore skin.

“You’ve done very well, girl. Was this enough?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” Sharon answered, while still out of breath from the caning.

The thunderstorm was still going on but had drifted off into the distance.

“See, thunderstorms aren’t that bad.”

Sharon smiled faintly. “Thanks for distracting me, Sir.”

“Go on, get dressed. Give Luna a cuddle and continue with your work.”

“I will.” She loved how these impromptu spanking always put her in a submissive mood instantly. She absentmindedly rubbed her behind.

Her Master grinned. “I suppose sitting down will be difficult for a while. Come here.” He opened his arms and held her in a tight embrace. “You’ve done very well. I’m proud of you.” He kissed her lips.

From behind, Luna scrambled from underneath the closet.

“Go on, give her a cuddle, she too survived another thunderstorm.”

Sharon grinned and cuddled with her cat. The two of them were relieved the thunderstorm had passed, both feeling safe and loved. Life was good.

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