From the Top Shelf - Forgiveness

When I began reading "Forgiveness"* by Craig J. Sorensen I wasn't sure if I would find any blog-worthy spanking in it, but there were several encouraging signs along the way.

The two characters first meet in a grocery store:

Von's eyes lingered on the curve of her butt in tight faded blue jeans.  He let out a sigh. She swirled her head back and caught him. She gave a broad smile as Von's eyes met hers.

...

Von looked down her left arm; one eye took her ring finger and surveyed a rock that could bend an oak branch. Like a lizard, his other eye revisited the shape of her butt. Perfect.

And divorced. They agree to have dinner at a restaurant, where:

The waitress was a lithe gazelle of a woman with bright red hair caught in a pony tail and cool white skin. Von avoided his compulsions through the appetizer and the better part of the main course, but his eyes finally betrayed him after she came for the dessert order. The waitress' bottom danced beneath a smooth, shiny black skirt. Von's eyes snapped back to Madeline's. Apologetically, he turned his eyes down to the empty table. When he looked back up, Madeline grinned. "Yours is nicer, Madeline."

And after the meal, as they left the restaurant:

He lingered at the door he had opened and watched her butt dance away.

Another meal at another restaurant:

He let out a Dizzy Gillespie sigh as her rounded butt disappeared toward the restroom.

The morning after their first night together:

Her bare back angled to a valley that rose up to the two perfect peaks of her butt covered in the silver top sheet. He gripped the sheet in his toes and slowly pulled them down until only her left calf was covered. She was more perfect than he had imagined.

He's definitely a butt man. But is Von also a spanking man?

He gripped her legs up to hips and squeezed her butt tightly... He released one hand from her butt and stretched his fingers wide. He exhaled and bit his lip. He returned to softly stroke her soft butt cheek.

Yes, yes, I think he is! But the time isn't right - yet. They talk outside her house. She is bitter and angry over her ex-husband's infidelity:

I don't know how to let it go."

Von got a creepy feeling -- suddenly in the eye of a hurricane, its heavy green air comforting but with a silent menace. "So channel it," his heart throbbed.

"Into what?"

"Have you ever acted?"

"Yeah, in school, why?" She replied.

"You can't do it to him, so find a surrogate."

"What kind of surrogate?" Her face compressed.

Von's heart pounded like a jackhammer. "Someone to punish, let out your frustration on."

"You think it will work?"

"Why not."

"What do you have in mind?"

There were so many ways to go, and Von knew them all. He'd used a paddle, a yard stick, even a whip. Bend them over a desk or a table, leaning against a counter, wrists gripped to heels. Clad in leather, cotton, lace and linen. But the best had always been a lava red hand on a ripening bare bottom, draped across an enforcing lap. The classics never go out of style.

Von convincingly played the part of a randy spouse recently caught. He unhitched his jeans and bent over her lap. Madeline's tiny hand stretched wide and clapped across his bottom, and a small shudder of emotion blasted from her like a controlled explosion of live ordinance [sic], then her hand cut loose.  Von grimaced. Madeline gasped at the stiffness that grew against her lap. She spanked him harder, as the inner wall of the hurricane struck, a torrent drained from her eyes. Von's butt burned with champagne sparkles...

But wait! There's more. After some enthusiastic coupling, they go outside where an argument ensues. When his anger reaches a peak, she blurts:

"I've been a bad girl, haven't I?"

We are left to imagine what follows as they disappear into the house.
 

* From The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Volume 8.