As Liv slowed her treadmill down to a brisk walk, she wondered who she’d become. It wasn’t that long ago that she’d despised running. Now, here she was, finishing up a 7-mile run a few minutes past 7 on busy Monday morning. After she’d completed a half-marathon, with the help of her fiancé, Alex, Liv thought her running days were behind her. But, nearly a year later, the running bug’s teeth were still fully embedded in her. Of course, she preferred to do longer runs outdoors, but Alex had strong feelings about her running alone in the dark. Since today was his scheduled rest day, she settled for making use of the small but luxurious gym in their apartment building.
Hopping off the tread, Liv unfurled a yoga mat and begrudgingly took herself through the mandatory post-run cool down that Alex programmed for her months ago. She might’ve come around to running, but her disdain for extended mobility work and foam rolling remained. She knew it was a necessary evil, but the discomfort made for a less-than-enjoyable experience. Still, she knew better than to skip her stretches. Her body would scream with each step tomorrow if she did. And if her fiancé found out that she’d forgone recovery… well, her ass burned just thinking about it.
Fortunately, the ten minutes flew by and Liv found herself questioning what it would be like to train for a marathon. It might be nice to train for something specific again. Oh, it would be grueling and brutal, and maybe even impossible, but she hadn’t been able to shake the idea since it popped into her head a few weeks back. As she walked, her toes to her fingertips, she committed herself to broaching the subject with Alex. Having run three marathons himself, he’d be able to give her a better understanding of what she needed to do to prepare.
Glancing at the clock, Liv quickly headed back to her apartment. She needed to shower, fuel, and get to the office in time for her first meeting at 9:30. Opening the door, she was greeted by the sound of the blender. Alex stood, shirtless, chopping up ginger to add to the green concoction swirling in the Vitamix.
“Hey babe, I’ll put your smoothie in a to-go cup.”
“Thanks,” Liv said gratefully, giving her fiancé a quick peck on the cheek before she breezed by him on the way to the bathroom.
Liv let the hot water soothe her stiff muscles. Alex always joked that she was hellbent on boiling herself given how hot she preferred her showers. But Liv couldn’t help it. She carried a ton of tension in her body, and nothing helped her relax like a near-scalding shower.
Thoughts cutting off abruptly, Liv’s body softened to putty as she felt Alex’s body press into hers. Tenderly, he reached his large hands up to her breasts and began massaging the slippery globes. Her nipples pebbled under his manipulations, and she gasped as he toyed with them.
“Alex,” she moaned. “I don’t have time for this this morning.”
“Hmm,” he responded before placing a kiss on the sensitive curve of her neck. “Your body seems to think you do.”
Liv’s retort died in her throat as Alex reached down to stroke her throbbing clit. With one hand worrying her nipple and the other playing with her clit, Liv felt like an instrument being played for pleasure. But, before she could reach her crescendo, Alex pulled his magic hands away, turned her around and shut off the tap.
“Out you go,” he ordered, a smirk imprinted on his gorgeous face. “We don’t want you late for your meeting.”
Liv only stared at him, her expression frozen somewhere between mutiny and orgasmic bliss. “Oh, you’ll pay for that tonight.”
Alex’s smirk became a full-blown smile as he leaned down to give Liv a scorching kiss. “Looking forward to it, baby,” he whispered threateningly before ushering her out of the shower with a well-placed spank on her wet bottom.
Twelve hours later, Liv lay naked on top of a spent Alex, having fulfilled her promise from their morning shower. Content, she snuggled closer to him feeling grateful that their sex life only seemed to be improving with time. She’d discovered a whole new side to her sexuality now that she was more fit. Speaking of which…
“So I was thinking earlier, that there’s one more thing I’d like to do before we get married.”
“What’s that?” Alex asked, bringing his arms around and drawing her closer into him.
“I think I want to run a marathon.”
Alex shifted, peering down at her in delighted surprise.
“That’s great, baby. Six months is plenty of time for you to train for one. And you know I’ll support you however I can.”
Liv could only smile at him shyly. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and once again sealed her fate.
“Would you…will you train me again?”
Alex’s only response was to move his hands from the small of her back to grip her bum possessively.
“Of course, baby. But…same rules apply.”
He said nothing else. He didn’t have to. Liv knew exactly the type of trainer her boyfriend was. Loving, supportive, and fair, sure, but he could also be strict and unyielding. There were consequences for failing to follow his plans. She swore her ass clenched just thinking about the first time he’d taken her over his lap and spanked her for trying to skip a run.
But things were different now than they’d been a year ago. Liv was more in shape, more disciplined, more willing to push herself. Surely, she wouldn’t give him any reason to tan her hide this time around. Right?
Excitement warred with nerves, and Liv could do nothing but nod her consent.
“Relax,” Alex said, kissing her on the forehead. “We’ll get started tomorrow.”
As Liv predicted, she found it easier to adjust to Alex’s strict training regimen this time around. Since she’d kept up with her running, she wasn’t starting from zero like when she was training for her half. Plus, it felt nice to workout with Alex most days again. He was a great running partner, content to let her zone out to her music and offering words of encouragement when she felt close to hitting her wall. Several weeks into training with him, she felt challenged but confident that she was making steady progress. She’d signed up for a marathon a month before their October wedding and felt optimistic that she’d be crossing that finish line. Tonight though, she was content to relax. It had been a busy week, and she’d more than earned her rest day. Lifting her head from its place on Alex’s lap, her body snapped and crackled like a Rice Krispy Treat as she rose to her feet.
“Well, that doesn’t sound good,” Alex said, his sharp eyes roving up and down her body.
“I’m fine. You know I just have a little extra synovial fluid.”
“Mmm,” Alex said thoughtfully. “I’ve been meaning to make a massage appointment for you anyway. I’ll see if there’s any availability this weekend.”
Liv couldn’t quite hide her grimace as she went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Alex’s warm laugh let her know that he’d caught it.
“You’re the only woman I know who gets pouty at the thought of a massage.”
“Because you never mean a relaxing one,” Liv groaned.
When Alex first mentioned that he’d made an appointment for her to get a massage while she was training for her half-marathon, she was over the moon. Her achilles had been feeling especially tight and she could use a little TLC. But, she quickly learned that a sports massage was a far cry from the ones she usually got at her favorite spa. Instead of soothing, they belonged more in the “hurts so good” category. Yes, her body felt amazing about a week after, but the discomfort when she was on the table and the soreness she felt in her body a couple days after was no joke. Who wanted to willingly inflict DOMS on themselves just for the hell of it?
“Tell you what; we’ll compromise,” Alex countered, walking over to her. “I’ll book you a deep tissue massage at that spa you love. You can sit in the steam room afterwards and that should help with the soreness.”
“If I must,” Liv said, having learned to pick her battles while under Alex’s training.
“You must,” Alex said, smiling, before pulling her into his arms.
Two days later, Liv was at her favorite spa drinking some delicious hibiscus tea when a woman approached her.
“Olivia?”
“Yes.”
“Hi, I’m Heather, and I’ll be your masseuse today. I have you down for a 75-minute deep tissue massage. Is that correct?”
Liv knew she shouldn’t, but her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. “That’s correct, but I was actually wondering if I could switch to something more gentle?”
“Of course! We have a lovely Swedish massage option that uses light to medium pressure that specifically promotes relaxation,” Heather responded. “The pricing is comparable, so I’m happy to perform that service for you instead.”
“That would be amazing, thank you!”
“Sure thing. Why don’t you come on back and we’ll get started?”
Twenty minutes later, Liv was well on her way to bliss. As Heather’s lavender-coated hands coasted over her body, she wondered why anyone would ever get a sports massage when this was available to them. Relaxing deeper into the table, she lost consciousness and only woke when Heather gently informed her that the massage was completed and she’d be waiting outside for her with water whenever Liv was ready.
After spending time in the sauna and tipping for her service, Liv practically floated out of the spa. Sure, Alex wouldn’t be pleased about her little switcheroo, but what her fiancé didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She made sure to wipe the blissful smile off of her face before she entered their apartment and kissed him hello.
“So, how’d it go?”
“Wasn’t as bad as I remembered,” Liv lied easily. “I feel a little sore, but I think she got out some knots and built up tension. Thank you for booking it for me.”
“Anytime, baby. I promise, you’ll feel better in the long run. Now let’s get some water and electrolytes in you.” Grabbing her hand, Alex turned and led her into the kitchen and Liv did her very best to hide her triumphant smile. Finally, she’d gotten one over on him.
A week later, Liv was questioning if the only person she’d fooled was herself. The Swedish massage, while wonderful, didn’t seem to be helping nearly as much with the tightness in her muscles. Luckily, or unluckily, Alex had programmed a stretching and mobility session for her workout today, so she wasn’t pounding the pavement. The best part was that she didn’t even have to leave their apartment to get it done. Just as she was finishing up in child’s pose, Liv heard Alex’s keys jingle. Gracefully rising, with only a slight grimace, she met him at the door.
“Hi,” she said, flinging herself into his arms.
“Hey baby, how was your workout?”
“Not too bad.”
“Body feeling okay?”
“A little sore, but I think I’m just getting used to additional miles.”
“Hmm,” he said, leading them to the couch and pulling her down into his lap, kissing her deeply with near-bruising force.
Liv felt herself growing wet. She loved it when he was in this kind of mood. Like he couldn’t get his hands on her fast enough. As he whipped off her sports bra, she reached for the buttons on his shirt.
“I got an interesting email today,” Alex said.
“Yeah?” Liv responded, barely listening as she pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Now they were both shirtless, he in his jeans and her in her thin, workout shorts.
“Yup. One of those ‘rate our service’ emails from the spa.”
“Heather was great; I can fill it out later,” Liv said, reaching for the button of his Levi’s.
“I just found it interesting that they wanted to know how my 75-minute Swedish massage was?”
Liv halted only briefly before her mind quickly recovered. She only hoped that Alex hadn’t noticed.
“Oh, well it’s probably just a mistake.”
“Maybe,” Alex conceded. “But since I noticed on our run yesterday that your gait seemed nearly as stiff as it was a week ago, I assume that’s not the case, is it?”
“Umm…” Liv sputtered, avoiding eye contact.
“Olivia.”
“Okay, it wasn’t a mistake.”
“So not only did you switch your massage from deep tissue to Swedish, risking proper recovery, but you also lied to my face about it twice.”
“Yes,” Liv whispered.
Alex only arched an eyebrow in response.
“Yes, Sir.” Liv corrected herself quickly.
It always happened faster than she could comprehend. One second she was sitting on her fiancé’s lap and the next she was upended over it. She felt the soft fabric of the couch caress her hardened nipples as Alex shifted her body to his liking. Her ass reaching for the heavens, he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and panties before pulling them slowly down her legs and tossing them next to her long-forgotten sports bra.
Liv tensed as she felt Alex’s large hands cup her bottom. Though he’d seen her ass many times, there was nothing like the humiliation of being over his knee for this reason.
“Didn’t I warn you that I’m happy to spank this gorgeous ass whenever you decide not to follow the plan we both agreed on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Clearly, you didn’t take me seriously before. I guess I’ll just have to spank you harder so you learn your lesson.”
A whimper fell from Liv’s lips as she clenched her cheeks in aroused fear. But Alex wasn’t keen on letting her have any form of protection.
“Relax,” he demanded, taking a cheek into each hand and massaging it firmly.
“I can’t,” Liv whined in response.
“Sure you can,” Alex said, a laugh on his lips. “You learned how in your comforting massage last week.”
Liv groaned at her fiancé’s humor, but tried her best to obey his command and melted her tense body further into his lap.
“That’s my girl,” Alex said lovingly before punctuating the praise with a harsh slap.
Breath catching in her throat, Liv couldn’t even release a sound. It had been months since she’d found herself in this position, and she’d somehow forgotten the intensity of the experience. Unfortunately, for her, Alex seemed all too happy to remind her. With a slightly cupped hand, he began to dole out swats at a staggering speed. Liv felt the sting on every inch of her ass and while she flinched and squirmed away from the pain, Alex was relentless with the steady SMACK of his palm. Unlike her first spanking, which was forever etched into her memory, her fiancé followed no pattern this time. He’d strike the left cheek repeatedly before delivering a stunningly painful blow to the cleft between her ass and her pussy. And while both blows made her breathless, Liv found herself arching into the latter. Yes, there was pain, but that didn’t mean her body’s reactions to the spanking were all negative.
Of course, when her fiancé found his way to her sit spots, pleasure, and all thoughts of it, beat a hasty retreat. Acting on reflexes alone, she arched up and reached back with both hands in an attempt to protect her scorching bottom.
“Absolutely not,” Alex commanded as he grasped her wrists and held them firmly in his non-dominant hand. His voice chastising and full of reproach, and he struck his target harder than he ever had before. “You will not interrupt your punishment. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir!” Liv squealed as he continued to light up her tender skin.
“That’s what I like to hear. There are consequences for your actions, and you will take your punishment with dignity.”
Liv could only nod through tears as he struck the back of her thighs.
“Let me hear you!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good. You asked me to hold you accountable, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Embarrassed by his scolding, Liv buried her face into the couch, breathing through the humiliation.
“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten how strict of a coach I am, or you didn’t, and you still thought you could test the boundaries. But, either way, I’m gonna make sure you get the hard spanking that you were asking for.”
With that, Alex let his hand do the talking and continued to lay swat after swat on Liv’s tenderized butt. Knowing that resistance was futile, Liv tried her best to submit herself to her punishment as she made the fabric of their couch wet with her tears. Eventually, she found peace in the pain and allowed her muscles to relax.
The spanking stopped sooner that she expected, and Liv bit her lip to stifle her moan as Alex leaned down and placed the gentlest of kisses on her aching ass. She wriggled gently, hoping he’d move his kisses to far more interesting places. Unfortunately, for her, he had other plans in mind. Manhandling her with ease, he firmly but gently brought her back to standing and dragged her in between his knees. Hungrily, he let his eyes glaze up and down her naked body. She’d just been spanked over his knee, but somehow his quiet perusal of her nudity made her feel even more shy and vulnerable.
After a few minutes, Alex rose to his feet. Taking her by the wrist, he led her over to the arm of the couch and bent her over it.
“Put your hands flat on the couch cushion,” he ordered as he separated her legs. He readjusted her to his exact liking, not letting up until her breasts dangled free and her pussy was on show.
“Stick your ass out for me,” he said as he gave each nipple a sharp pinch.
Liv obeyed quickly, eager to earn his praise.
“You stay right there,” he said. “No rubbing unless you want to be right back over my lap today and tomorrow.”
Embarrassed, but unwilling to earn herself another couple of spankings, Liv held her place even as she heard Alex leave the room. While this was a new position for her, she wasn’t too shocked. Alex would, on occasion, leave her in uncompromising positions post-spanking if she’d really pushed his buttons. She could still remember the first time he’d placed her in the corner with her panties just below her ass. Arousal warred with humiliation when he’d threatened to open their curtains and let everyone see her punishment as a deterrent for her wiggling. This new pose, however, felt even more exposing.
Luckily, Liv wasn’t left alone for long. Just a minute later, she heard her fiancé stride back in, and she quickly cast her eyes sideways in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him.
“Eyes forward,” Alex demanded as he returned behind her, striking both cheeks to drive his order home.
“I love seeing you bent over like this. Ass red and high. Pussy practically dripping. Mine for the taking.”
Liv said nothing as her arousal ricocheted through multiple points in her body. She could only hope that her fiancé would decide to take her. She was rapidly approaching orgasm as she took in the soft growl of Alex at his most dominant.
“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?”
“Yes, Sir.
“Tell me why this gorgeous ass is red.”
“Because you spanked me, Sir.”
“And why did I put you over my knee?”
“Because I didn’t follow your program.”
There was a pause that went on long enough to make Liv nervous. “SIR!” she shouted out, belatedly remembering the honorific.
“Nice save,” Alex crooned, the smile in his voice evident. But Alex wasn’t content to let Liv off the hook, and she soon felt a harsh SMACK.
“OWWWW!” Liv cried out as Alex continued to deliver a dozen spanks to each one of Liv’s swollen cheeks.
“Now tell me again, why I had to spank you.”
“Because I didn’t follow your program, Sir.”
“Mhmm, that’s part of it. But you also lied to me, didn’t you, baby?”
Suddenly, Liv felt something new rub circles around each of her cheeks. It had more weight to it, and she squeezed her cheeks at the foreign feeling. When it struck her, she couldn’t help the “Ouch!” that escaped her lips.
“Didn’t you!?”
“Owwww!!! Yes, Sir!” Liv replied as spanks continued to fall on her sore cheeks.
“That’s right. Which is why I’m introducing you to the hairbrush today.”
“I’m sorry!” Liv wailed, arching away from the blows that were deeper and heavier than anything she’d ever felt from Alex’s hand.
“Oh, I know you think you are, but you’ll be a lot more sorry when I’m done with you,” Alex promised as he proceeded to lay into her ass with the implement.
After a few minutes of nonstop spanking, Alex finally sat the brush down on the couch in front of her.
“Up you get.”
Liv rose slowly with as much grace as she could muster. She swayed a bit on her feet, but Alex was there to steady her. Looking up at him with doe eyes, she melted into him as he leaned down to take her lips in an all-encompassing kiss.
When they finally broke apart for air, Liv’s head was swimming. She felt weightless as he led her by hand back to the front of the couch. He sat down, quickly adjusting the front of his pants, before he gave his next order.
“Back over my knee.”
“Noooo! I learned my lesson. I took my punishment! I don’t need any more, Sir!”
Alex simply stared at her with uncompromising silence.
Somehow, Liv felt even more dominated by his lack of response. That lack of reaction made it clear that she’d do well to obey sooner rather than later. A chill went down her spine, and her latent arousal perked right back up as she reluctantly placed herself back over his lap. Hoping to earn brownie points, she arched her ass up before he could give her the directive.
Pushing her left ass cheek up with one hand, Alex began spanking the very part of her sit spot that was normally protected by her flesh.
“I decide when your punishment is over, young lady,” he said, spanking her with renewed vigor.
“Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!”
“I decide when you’ve had enough,” he said calmly as he switched his grip and gave her right sit spot identical treatment.
At that, Liv could no longer respond. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears, cursing the day she ever decided to try to pull one over on her fiancé.
Alex’s spanks continued even after Liv was reduced to sobs. Only after her body went completely lax did her spanking finally conclude.
“Ssshhh,” Alex crooned as he gently stroked her inflamed ass with a featherlight touch.
“I trust that we won’t have to repeat this lesson anytime soon, Olivia?”
“No, Sir,” Liv promised, tears still falling.
“That’s my good girl. Now, I’ve booked you a 90-minute sports massage for tomorrow at 10 AM. I guess we’ll see if this reddened ass of yours returns to its normal color before then.”
Liv could only squeak in embarrassment as she thought of her masseuse bearing witness to her freshly spanked ass. Ah well…it was a small price to pay for the world’s sexiest running coach.