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TWELVE SHADES OF PINK: BOOK TWO

by Angela Stone


1. Kay's Discovery

Kay flicked through the well worn pages, feverishly. Her eyes were shining brightly, her pulse and respiration rates were ever-increasing as she got closer to it. There it was ... she licked her lips in anticipation as she read:

SPANK

Verb (with object)

slap with one's open hand or a flat object, especially on the buttocks as a punishment: she was spanked for spilling ink on the carpet.

Noun

a slap or series of slaps of this type

Her eyes darted greedily down the page.

SPANKING

Noun

an act of slapping, especially on the buttocks as a punishment for children.

As she read she followed the words with her finger, as if by doing so she could lift them from the very page and transport them into reality. She didn't know what it was that compelled her to look up certain words in her dictionary, but it was something she did regularly, and had done so for as long as she could remember.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Kay quickly slammed the dictionary shut, almost as if it might shout out its contents. She turned back to her homework, forgetting for a while about those insistent yet unexplainable urges that overwhelmed her at night.

Kay was very confused by her feelings, like most teens really, even if for a different reason. What was it that made her get out of bed at night, bare her own bottom and bend over as if to be spanked? The feel of the cool air on her naked flesh sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with the air temperature. It was this feeling that led to fumblings under the quilt, as Kay fantasised about being spanked by Mr James, her music teacher.

Over time Kay had experimented with spanking herself. She had waited until everyone was out and guiltily taken a big wooden spoon out of the kitchen drawer. Taking it upstairs to her room she had gone through the ritual of baring her bottom and bending over. She even made sure she could see herself in the mirror before pulling the spoon back and smacking her bottom smartly with it. It didn't work ... it hurt, sure, but it didn't give her the same feelings as reading, or even thinking, about being spanked.

In time Kay put the thoughts towards the back of her mind and tried to forget about spanking. Admittedly, her ears and eyes could still spot the smallest spanking reference from fifty paces, but these were somehow swept aside as her life moved on.


Ten years later...

Kay sighed and glared at her husband, Shaun. Everything he did irritated her, even breathing, for goodness sake. Why did he have to breathe so loudly? She tried to think when it was that things had changed between them, but maybe they had just never been right in the first place. Kay did love him, at least she thought so, but she also felt that there was a piece missing, if only she knew what it was.

Lying awake in bed that night, Shaun snoring beside her, Kay resorted to her old trick to get off to sleep. Her trusty, if aged, fantasy played out in her mind. The mixed feelings of fear, anticipation and acceptance as she was drawn over a strong male knee. The sharp intake of breath as her bottom was bared to him and the waiting for the first sharp, stinging slap to land. Soon she was fast asleep with a small, contented smile on her face.

It was a couple of weeks later that Kay broke her laptop. It probably wasn't terminal, but she couldn't make it work properly, and it would be hours before Shaun got home. Kay tried to resist. He had never said she couldn't go on his laptop, and she did know his password. Surely he wouldn't mind if she went on and continued her game of on-line Scrabble.

This decided, Kay curled up and opened Shaun's laptop. She quickly got back into her game and it was a while before she noticed an odd tab open at the bottom of the screen. She clicked on it and the page opened up. Kay nearly screamed with shock. On the screen was a page full of adult 'schoolgirls', bent over desks, or over male laps with their bottoms bare. They were all being spanked with paddles, slippers and canes.

In utter amazement Kay looked through the history on her husband's computer. It was full of spanking sites, as well as the more predictable car and news sites. Oh wow, but now what was she going to do? How could she tell him what she had found and that she too was a spanko? She closed the computer and sat back on the sofa. She needed a plan and she needed one now!


Kay had sat gazing at her husband's computer, and the bombshell on it, for a very long time. All sorts of things had gone through her mind: fear, excitement and a sadness that verged on disgust, disgust that they couldn't share their deepest desires with each other. Realising it was getting late, she dragged herself off the sofa and went to prepare something for dinner, but her mind was still reeling.

Shaun arrived home not long after, and found Kay in the kitchen. She didn't quite meet his eyes as he gave her a kiss and he sighed to himself, wondering what he could do to makes things better between them. He headed upstairs for a shower, and then they sat down to a very subdued meal together. This was followed by a couple of hours of mindlessly watching soaps, while Shaun mended Kay's computer... again, and then it was time for bed.

Kay slept badly and found herself sitting up, watching Shaun sleep. She looked at the man she had known for nearly ten years and wondered how she could know so little about him. As she examined his face, as if for the first time, she realised that she did love him and that she finally knew what it was that was missing for them both. Now all she had to do was pluck up the courage to do something about it!


A week had passed since Kay's discovery. Several times she had opened her mouth to try and bring up the subject with Shaun, but each time she had chickened out and pretended that she was about to say something different. After she had done this a couple of times Shaun had looked at her very strangely, raising an eyebrow at her in a way that made her go weak at the knees and stammer a feeble excuse before fleeing to another room.

Now, though, she had a plan and she was determined to go through with it, no matter what. It had taken several days of going through local second hand stores and a couple of hours on eBay, but Kay now had pretty much everything she needed. It would be several hours before Shaun arrived home and, one way or another, things were never going to be the same again.


Shaun loved Kay unconditionally. He always had, it was as simple as that. He knew that Kay wasn't completely happy, but he was unsure what he could do, or what it was she needed. Talking was not Shaun's strong point, especially if it was of an intimate nature.

They often both sat on their respective computers of an evening. Shaun browsed all sorts of sites, but always found himself going back to the old favourites. Whether he could admit it or not, Shaun had a thing about 'schoolgirls' - well the adult version - being spanked, tawsed, caned, whatever really, but he just loved the sight of a bare female bottom with vivid red stripes on it! He had never really thought of sharing this with his wife; surely she would just think there was something odd about him, maybe she would even leave him and Shaun didn't want to risk that.

A week or so ago, Shaun had arrived home to find Kay acting oddly. She seemed almost shy around him, not meeting his eye properly, but looking at him almost coyly when she thought he was looking away. He wracked his brain, mentally checked he hadn't forgotten an anniversary, birthday or anything, but nothing sprang to mind. The strange behaviour had continued, and now Shaun had a funny feeling that she was up to something, but he didn't know what.

Shaun had mended Kay's computer, yet again, that week too. She was forever messing it up and needing him to debug it for her. There were times when he could happily flip her over his knee and spank some computer sense into her, but that was far too risky for Shaun to do anything more than dream!


Kay was ready, well as ready as she would ever be! Her heart was pounding, her stomach was churning, she felt weak at the knees already, and she had at least twenty minutes to wait, twenty long minutes to put everything away, chicken out and carry on as if it had never happened, but NO, Kay had to go through with it now, she couldn't allow herself to go back to pretending.

Just as Kay thought she could take it no more and maybe she ought to just stop the whole thing, she heard Shaun's car pull up on the drive. Well the die was cast now, nothing she could do, except wait. She jumped visibly as she heard the front door open, and realised that she was holding her breath. Now panting slightly, Kay listened as she heard Shaun moving around downstairs. Oh hell, what was he doing? What was he thinking? Why on earth... Kay stopped as she heard footsteps across the hallway. She stood stock still and waited...


Shaun was tired, hungry, somewhat grumpy and, after a long day, was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening as he pulled onto the driveway. He noticed there were few lights on downstairs, and wondered where Kay was. She hadn't mentioned going out as far as he recalled. Opening the front door, Shaun saw the door to the living room was closed which was most unusual, and there was a note pinned on it. OK, what on earth was Kay up to now. Shaun was not impressed, well until he read the note anyway...

Shaun,

Please look at your computer first.

Then go to our bedroom...

Finally, I am in the spare bedroom. Please follow this in the right order and remember whatever happens,

I love you,

Kay x

Shaun's heart sank, this was serious, was she throwing him out? If so, why the 'I love you'! Shakily, he walked over and touched the mouse-pad to bring his laptop to life. His heart sank still further as he saw the page open on the computer. It was from his favourite site 'Caned Cuties' and showed several young women being caned by strict-looking men. One of them was also being soundly slippered on an already very sore looking bottom while over the lap of an older man in an academic gown.

Slamming the computer shut, Shaun wondered what to do. Coming up with no easy answer, he decided to do as the note requested and go to their bedroom. His feet felt leaden as he trudged up the stairs. At the top he glanced at the closed door to the spare room; he could hear no sound from the room at all, so with a sigh he opened the door to their bedroom and flicked on the light.

There on the bed was... no it couldn't be, could it? Shaun stepped closer and picked up the black object, it was an academic gown. Next to it he spotted another note.



© Angela Stone
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