Happy New Year Darling,  a tale by JayTee

New Year’s Eve, and Meggie and Simon had decided to celebrate on their own. For the last few years they had gone out with friends, but it was becoming boring. They had booked early for the Thai restaurant, determined to be home for their own private celebration.

It had begun five days ago, on Boxing Day, when Meggie had been laid over Simon’s knee enjoying a delicious slow spanking. Although she had been spanked for Christmas on Christmas Eve, she had willingly crawled over his knee at the beginning of the film, nibbling fresh fruit and nuts, and sipping carbonated water. Over the next two and a bit hours her bottom had been slowly bared and well spanked during each commercial break. There had been no pain just a slowly increasing heat in her bottom and loins, and lots of caressing and rubbing between. After the film they had 20 minutes to wait for their next choice of programme, Simon had muted the sound and turned on a CD, while Meggie had padded semi naked to fetch them coffee and a biscuit. When Meggie returned she kissed Simon briefly then settled with a sigh of satisfaction over his lap again, stretching her toes along the couch. He immediately blessed her with a gentle series of slaps that re kindled the waning heat.

They had been discussing the New Year on and off for a week now, and had decided to go it alone this year. Meggie suggested the Thai restaurant knowing Simon loved their food as much as she did. He agreed readily but questioned whether he wanted to celebrate a Thai New Year. After some thought, (during which Simon warmed her bottom again) when Simon was caressing her naked cheeks, Meggie made a proposal.

“We have had a wonderful year so far and I know what I would like to do. I want you to see out the old year and see in the New Year spanking me. It would be neat if we left the restaurant about 11:15 and got home early enough for you to spank me through the Big Ben chimes.” She heard Simon laugh with delight as he gave her four firmer spanks to express his approval. “Ouch OK, OK if you don’t like the idea” she giggled, feeling her bottom wiggle invitingly.

No, no,” he said “I think it is a wonderful idea, hehe I can say I spanked you right into next year!” Then he began to spank her softly but quickly, covering all her bottom, watching her bottom bounce and wobble and turn the most beautiful shade of pink beneath his loving ministrations. “Hmmm you look lovely,” he said as he began to stroke her cheeks again.

“If we are going to do this you had better not spank me after tonight until New Year,” she said. “I have had two spanking in three days, I want to be really ready for this one. Can you book the food, I will organise some Irish cream and some nibbles in case we stay up late.” They had laughed together as Simon replied, “OK but if I am going to be deprived until New Year’s Eve I better make the most of tonight.” He playfully slapped each cheek to make his intentions clear.

Meggie wiggled her bum invitingly and they settled down to watch their next TV show. This time there were no commercial breaks, so Simon settled for applying swift soft series of spanks when there was no dialogue, caressing his wife’s cherry red buttocks the rest of the time.

By the time they were ready for bed that night their passion was at such a fever pitch that they had not made it to the bedroom, they had made love on the stairs. For the next five days they had spent a lot of time smiling into each other’s eyes, touching each other, sharing languorous kisses. Their awareness of each other and what was to happen heightened their pleasure in sharing the most mundane tasks. Their sexual appetites were insatiable, every night they fell asleep in each others arms, spent, exhausted but so full of life the next day.

Finally it was New Year’s Eve, they had shared the Thai set banquet, and pleasantly full took the pre-booked taxi home. By mutual agreement they had drunk only a single glass of wine each, content to drink water and get high on their anticipation. When they went through the front door Simon’s arm was around her waist but his hand had slipped to fondle her bottom. They went through to the lounge that was warm and snug, still decorated for Christmas. Meggie had left Simon’s dressing gown draped over the couch, hers was hung in the kitchen. She passed him his gown and said “you strip down and get comfortable sweetheart, I will go get the Baileys and stuff.” She quickly went through and took the prepared tray from the fridge, stripped naked and dressed for her husband. Carrying the tray she went back smiled into his eyes as she saw he was seated in the middle of the couch. She put everything close to hand, kneeled on the floor and held his hand. Glancing at the clock she saw it was still only 11: 20.

“Simon,” she said almost hesitantly. “Can I ask you for something please?” He looked down at her, concerned, willing to accept she had changed her mind about being spanked, only wanting to share this night with her, to please her in any way he could. “Of course sweetheart, anything, you know that.” Meggie cleared her throat.

“You know that if you warm my bottom slowly I can take quite a firm spanking?” She said. “Well I want this to be a night to remember, a perfect end to a perfect year. So will you slowly increase the spanking so I am glowing all over before Big Ben starts. Then when it starts the Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong chimes before it strikes twelve you can make the spanking firm, and the twelve strokes for the hour even firmer. My last two spankings were delicious fun, I want this to be different. Let me feel it, I want to give you this for all the things you have given me in our marriage.” She finally looked up into his eyes, trying to let him see her sincerity, she was surprised to see his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“It is me that owes you so much, you are everything that is precious to me,” he said. “It shall be as you say darling.” He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing each knuckle tenderly. “Shall we celebrate the New Year sweetheart,” he whispered.

Meggie stood up and opened her robe, letting it drop at her feet. She was naked except for a red sash that was covering her bottom and loins. It had been tied with a large bow at the back. Simon looked askance but smiled as Meggie settled into her customary position across his lap. She turned to smile at him over her shoulder, “well are you going to open your present or not?” she said.

Simon needed no more encouragement, he tugged a loose end and the bow fell apart revealing his wife’s sweet, pert bottom. He guffawed with laughter, bent down to kiss each cheek, so grateful Meggie had broken the serious mood her sweet request had engendered. On each cheek she had managed to affix washable transfers, simulated tattoos. Across the top of each cheek and the bottom were the words Happy New Year, but in the middle of each lovely buttock the little minx had got a “Spank Here” sticker! “Oh I do love you darling” he had whispered as he began to pat her bottom, working all round in a clockwise direction, snapping his fingers down and away before pain could penetrate, just stinging the surface. As always there was a look of rapturous concentration on his face as he tried to make all of her bottom a uniform pink.

As Meggie heard her husband’s laughter and words of love she knew she had achieved what she had wanted. He knew she was sincere in her wish to make this a year to remember for all time, knew she wanted him to accept her gift of submission, but then she had managed to successfully make it lighter hearted for now. When Simon began to pat her bottom she sighed deeply and relaxed fully over his lap, knowing that as he warmed her up, no matter what the pain later she would only feel it with love and gratitude and that her mind would convert it to passion. When Simon broke off and began to caress her bottom and thighs, letting his hand slowly stroke back along her inner thighs, the back of his hand just making contact with her, she shuddered and whispered, “turn the TV on low darling.” Simon did that, choosing the Hogmany show, turning the volume right down.

Meggie recognised the song that the performers were singing and began to sing softly, Simon smiled and began to spank her in time to the music. Feeling her husband’s gentle smacks Meggie began to lift her hips and gyrate as though she was dancing to the music. When the song drew to a close Simon slowed his spanking and began to caress his wife’s sweet cheeks. Meggie felt the heat just beginning as yet just a hint of the flaming heat that would ignite her passion later. As she felt Simon’s hand stroking her buttocks and along her thighs she purred with pleasure and reached down to pour two glasses of Bailey’s, the full one she passed to Simon, trapping his hand between her thighs as she twisted, the half empty glass she left on the tray. When he took his glass she dipped her fingers in the other and brought her hand to her mouth, licking the liquor like a cat with cream. As she straightened she felt something-cool drip onto each cheek, gasped with pleasure as she felt Simon licking the Baileys from her bum. She felt Simon lift his head, wipe gently at the smears on her cheeks and then begin to spank her again, at random, no rhythm, just a little harder than before, no pain or even stinging sensation yet, just mutual shared pleasure. With a sigh she dipped her fingers in the Bailey’s again and wiggled her bottom losing herself in the many different sensations bombarding her senses.

Turning her head onto one side so she could see the television Meggie saw that the cameras had moved to Parliament Square and the time was 11 50 pm. She felt the spanking end, was aware of a finger trickle along the crack of her bottom, then felt the same finger continue its’ journey between her legs before Simon once again caressed her thighs and the back of her knees. Without realising it Meggie began to open and close her legs, and thrust her hips down onto Simon’s lap. When she saw the time was five minutes before midnight she whispered, “please get me nice and warm in time to give me a rest before our New Year celebration sweetheart.”

Hearing his wife’s words Simon lifted his hand and began to spank her offered behind, feeling his heart swelling with emotion, making himself remember all the things large and small that made this woman so special to him. He felt a lump in his throat as he spanked her from the top of each cheek to the crease at the top of her thighs, then slowly back along each gloriously pink bare cheek to the top again. This journey of love took about forty seconds, then he stroked and caressed his wife’s lovely bottom and thighs for twenty seconds before commencing his labour of passion again. Three times this journey was made each time a little firmer, each time his wife’s naked bum would flatten and wobble just a little more, become just a little pinker. He was almost hypnotised by his wife’s wriggling, red bottom.

Meggie felt her husband’s hand land on the top of her right cheek, pause briefly and descend on her left, alternating between each cheek, working downwards. She smiled and gave a little nod of approval as she realised he had increased the force slightly, just now beginning to sting. She pushed her cheeks up to his hand, wanting only to receive each loving stroke, wanting to show her gift of submission was matched by her gratitude for his gift. Meggie was aware of Simon’s hand making its’ way back to the peak of each cheek then caressing her, she sighed again in satisfaction, felt his hand lift and drew a quick breath and held it, knowing what was going to happen. She expelled her breath in a gasped “Yes!” as the sting became more intense, nothing like pain, just a sweet exquisite heat that spread from her bottom into her loins, which began to wriggle and thrust a little harder. Meggie took several deep slow breaths when he began to caress her again, drowning in the feelings and emotions coursing through her. When Simon began to spank her again, a little harder, a definite sting in his palm now Meggie hardly noticed any pain so lost was she in the love and heat of the moment. His words reached her through a haze of happiness as this last spanking finished, “enough for now sweetheart, rest now, let me just enjoy your bottom a while.” She opened her eyes and saw it was just less than two minutes to midnight. She smiled and let herself think only of this wonderful man and the life they shared, eager now to share her final gift of this year, to make the same gift an affirmation of their shared love for the next year and all the years to come. Each small movement of the hands of Big Ben seemed to take an age, then she heard the crowd fall silent, she took another deep breath, closed her eyes and buried her head between her arms, she wanted nothing now to be between her senses and her emotions. “Happy New Year” she whispered as she felt Simon’s hand lift, aware Simon had whispered the same words almost in unison.

When the chimes started Simon mentally divided his wife’s bottom into quarters and brought his hand down firmly. Ding dong dang dong the bells chimed. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, went Simon’s hand, once on each quarter. He heard his wife gasp softly as the first blow landed, saw her bottom flatten then spring into place, turning white then red. Heard the delicious sound of his palm as it flattened her cheeks. These chimes rang out fur times to signify the hour, sixteen smacks in all. Simon took great care to spank each corner of Meggie’s sweet cheeks in turn, enthralled by the way her bottom was presented so perfectly, just wiggling enough to be an invitation. The colour and feel of her cheeks was unbelievable. As always Simon felt conflicting emotions, the love he felt that they could share this and some guilt he knew was unreasonable. They shred this, he had no need to feel guilt, he knew Meggie loved this as much as he did, maybe more, but he was still conscious of hurting the one woman he loved.

Meggie sensed movement, heard the first chime and felt a sharp pain in her top right buttock at the same time. She couldn’t help letting out a soft gasp but she forced her body to relax. The next smack landed low on her right cheek, the next on her lower left cheek finally the stinging was even as Simon spanked the top of her left cheek. Meggie absorbed the stinging into herself, letting the heat that was spreading through her loins overcome any pain, wiggling her bottom just a touch without really knowing what she was doing. As Simons hand began its’ second fairly quick passage round her bare bottom, Meggie had to make an effort to keep her bottom relaxed, the pain as each smack landed where another had landed a second or two before increased the stinging dramatically. In spite of the growing pain Meggie’s bottom only wiggled slightly quicker, so determined was she to receive this gift with the same love she knew it was offered. Her body converted the pain to heat, which fuelled her passion. She had known it would be like this, knew that the final twelve smacks would be delivered even harder, just as she had requested. Mentally she prepared herself, thinking of all the successes of the preceding year, the silly times shared, the sorrows halved by a loved one’s presence, the fun spankings, all the little things that made their marriage perfect. When she heard the last chime sound in conjunction with the last smack on her left cheek, Meggie felt Simon briefly caress her bottom, heard the expectant silence from the television, pushed her bottom unconsciously against his hand, eager now.

Simon brought his hand down hard with each stroke of Big Ben, the first strokes he aimed for the top of Meggie’s cheeks, the second the base, then repeated them. He heard Meggie’s yelps of pain when the second four smacks landed on the same spots, saw that incredible bottom wobble and begin to twist as though trying to avoid his spanking, but always it returned to push upwards as if eager for more. His hand was large enough to span the cleft of her bottom so the last four smacks he brought down as hard as he had ever spanked his wife right on the centre of her bottom. He noted almost in passing that his wife’s breathing was ragged, heard the yelp of pain the second smack across the middle of her bottom elicited. The third caused a very real squeal of pain, her bottom writhed but she accepted sweetly the final spank with a loud scream that started as pain and ended sounding like a moan of ecstasy. He stared at her naked cheeks, amazed as always at the wonderful colours, amazed that she would joyfully subject herself to this for his pleasure. He whispered “Happy New Year my love,” again as he leaned down to kiss each hot rosy cheek, resting his face against her bottom to enjoy the heat. "Love you" he said as he felt his wife’s heaving breath calm.

When the first chime of the New Year toll sounded Meggie felt her husband’s hand land on the top of her right cheek,. Even though she had steeled herself she was taken by surprise, this was real pain, but oh such sweet pain, the heat raced through her, igniting every nerve. When the next landed on the top of her left cheek she began to come to terms with the pain, proud to be here like this. The two smacks on the lower half of her cheeks were absorbed in the same way, with pride and a growing sense of joy. She really wasn’t aware that she had let out squeals of pain when Simon repeated these four smacks in time to the tolling of the bell. She was deep inside herself, squirming but determined her bottom would be in position each time another smack was due. Meggie knew she was panting but she expected that to happen in her passion. When the ninth blow landed in the middle of her bottom Meggie was torn between relief and disappointment, even though painful she had loved the spanking. She heard herself yell softly when another smack landed on the top of that one, took a ragged breath in time to squeal with pain as the next also landed on the same tender spot. Meggie felt herself right at the edge, between pain and pleasure, the last spank caused her real pain but her scream was lost in the pure unadulterated ecstasy of the moment. Now she knew there would be no more spanking this night she let her mind roam free, letting the pain become pure heat that inflamed her, made her proud to be Simon’s wife, made her love him so much that he could do this for her. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks, her breathing was still fast but her mind was soaring, her bottom was the blazing centre of her Universe. Vaguely she heard Simon’s whisper, knew she should make a rejoinder but didn’t want to spoil this moment, she lay still with her head still buried between her arms, savouring this most special night. She felt the weight of her husband’s head on her battered bottom, felt the heat now without pain, just a glorious throbbing engine for her passion.

Eventually Meggie took a large breath, sighed slowly and eased herself up, feeling Simon move his head and help her. She stood before him and rubbing her bottom, smiled ruefully and said “happy New Year to you too dearheart.” Simon noticed the tears on her cheeks and looked worried. “Are you alright?” He said. “Did I hurt you?”

Meggie smiled and opening her legs straddled Simon’s legs, putting her forearms on his shoulders, smiling into his eyes. “I asked you to spank me hard, it was perfect,” she said. “These are tears of happiness that we could do this, this errr this affirmative act together. You were wonderful dear.” With that Meggie kissed her husband slowly, carefully, tenderly. “My bottom is tender but it feels wonderful, was it good for you too? Did I please you?”

Simon looked relieved at her words, smiled and whispered, “you were more than perfect, my love.” He continued “and this was a perfect end and a perfect beginning, thank you my love.”

Meggie made no reply, she just stared deep into Simon’s eyes and let her fingers unfasten his robe, and she could already feel his manhood hard beneath her. “You have done all the work so far this year,” she said with an impish grin. “Now let me do my share.” She lifted slightly to position herself, Simon closed his eyes and this time he surrendered to her.

The End. © Copyright J{t}.