Endart Fiction - Bath Time

Bath Time 

Celebrity Cast

Sophia Bush

Angelina Jolie 

Ellie Goulding

             

Feeling quite worn out after a long day, Sophia released an elongated sigh as she hung up her towel on the hook of the bathroom door left slightly ajar. Sophia didn’t possess a key to lock the door and shutting it completely often did more harm than good in the battle to stop people coming in, at least people could hear it was occupied. To Sophia there wasn’t much more annoying than constantly hearing the door open and people apologising. She wanted peace.

She let her robe fall to the floor and skipped towards the shower, singing softly. It was a song she heard the night before at an open mic night they had sneaked in to. It had been worth it, the one song they had managed to hear before having to make a quick exit was by an English girl, Sophia couldn’t remember her name but the words remained. Sophia tried to picture her.

‘I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.’ Sophia sang as she turned on the shower and stepped back from it. She had felt goose pimples, her hair had stood on end followed by the inevitable shiver down her spine. All three reactions that only come when you witness something truly magical and Sophia had, she desperately wanted to meet the singer. As she lay down in the bath, resting her head between the faucets as water poured down on her naked body, she closed her eyes and tried to picture the singer again.

They were back in the bar and she was singing again but this time, it was just the two of them. Sophia stared open mouthed as she saw the singer’s blonde hair, she tried to see her breasts but they were covered by her guitar. Sophia walked over to the girl ran her fingers through her hair, the girl smiled at her, she stopped singing but the words could still be heard in the background. Sophia leaned in and kissed her, she kissed back in a long and passionate embrace. Sophia lifted the guitar and strap over the blonde’s head and placed it gently on the ground. As she did, the girl placed her hand on Sophia’s naked body, running it down her back, over her bottom, between her thighs, inside of her. She straightened up and turned to face her, moving backwards onto a bed just behind them, falling, dragging her with her. As they lay together, tongues connecting, Sophia lay with her legs wide open, allowing the singer to push her fingers inside her, Sophia returned the favour. Sophia lay with her eyes closed and leant her head back, moaning at her touch, listening to her voice in the background.

‘SOPHIA!’

Hey eyes snapped open; the image was at first blurry but then came into focus; standing beside the bathtub was Angelina.

‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ Angelina roared.

‘Just taking a shower Mrs Jolie,’ Sophia blushed, trying to cover herself, ‘why didn’t you knock? You knew I was in here.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve seen you naked a thousand times.’

‘That doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with it.’

‘Well I’m not comfortable with you masturbating in my bathtub.’

‘I...I wasn’t.’

‘Sophia, do not lie to me.’

‘I...I’m not.’

‘I’ve been standing here for longer than you think and I’ve seen more than I wanted.’

‘Oh...I...’

‘Get out of the tub.’ Angeline ordered as she disappeared behind the shower curtain. Sophia meekly got to her feet and turned the shower off but was reluctant to step out of the bath without a towel. Instead she just stood, waited and hoped that Angelina would. Suddenly the curtain was flung aside and Sophia saw Angelina in a flash grab at her, she felt herself fall down, before she even knew what was going on she felt a great pain coming from her bottom. She looked down and saw the floor; she felt the uncomfortable and unmistakeable feel of Angelina’s knees pushing against her stomach. She looked back, her face portraying a look of horror as she saw that she was wielding a long handled brush. The look quickly shifted, as the sound of the brush connecting with her bottom once more echoed around the bathroom.

‘My bathtub is for cleaning yourself is that understood?’

‘Yes Mrs Jolie!’

‘It is not for masturbating in.’

‘Yes Mrs Jolie.’

‘While we’re on the subject,’ said Angelina and continued to smack her bottom with the brush, ‘I don’t want you masturbating at all.’

‘Yes Mrs Jolie!’

‘Not in your bedroom,’

SMACK.

‘Not in the living room,’

SMACK.

‘Not in the kitchen,’

SMACK.

‘Not anywhere,’

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

‘Is that understood?’

‘Yes Mrs Jolie!’ Sophia cried out once again, her bottom was on fire, it was the worst spanking she had ever had, and something about her bottom being wet seemed to make it sting even more...and that brush.  She had never felt anything like it, every time it landed on her butt Sophia didn’t think she could take another one and then another came, she had long given up the fight of holding back the tears.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Finally the rain of smacks to her bottom came to a halt and Sophia lay motionless across her lap in the silence. All she could think about was how much the humidity was making her bottom sting even more. After a minute, overcome with curiosity, she peered back to see Angelina staring at her.

‘What do you have to say for yourself?’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Are you going to do it again?’

‘No maam.’

‘Go to your room.’

 Sophia didn’t need asking twice, she practically jumped to her feet and ran out of the bathroom, down the hall and gently closed her bedroom door. She ran up to the mirror, quickly spun and caught sight of her pink bottom. She winced as she touched it and once again as she got into her bed. She leaned onto her side and arranged the quilt so her bottom was hanging out in the open. She closed her eyes and as she began to picture the girl from the bar once more, her hand began to slide down her body.

Spanking Poetry

Many thanks to the much missed Endart for the artwork, would be a shame for them to disappear. Thus, my attempt to keep them alive, hoping they have been put to good use in honour of the talent that once was. The limericks are created by yours truly but I would happy to include any submissions as long as they include an endart drawing or perhaps some of other extinct artist we wish to keep alive.

Little Miss Naughty
Well renowned for being haughty,

today she was downright naughty,

she went over the knee,
giving the usual plea;

'For heavens sake, I am nearly 40'.







Teatime Tantrum
A woman who looked quite abashed,

stropped near a plate she had smashed,

unable to go shopping,

the tantrum, no stopping,

until she was soundly thrashed.









The Curfew
What time do you call this?
Is it not two hours late?
You know if there's one thing,
it's tardiness I hate.

But I have told you before,
you know this, do you not?
Surely, little miss,
you do not want your bottom hot.

As I bring my hand down,
much to my surprise,
I detect a hint of pleasure,
gushing between your thighs.

I think you provoked me,
for some firm handed affection.
If this is your will,
I shall burden your correction.

The Secretary
Her manner was rather rude,

she would often sulk and brood.

I was shocked to see,

while over the knee,

how soon she changed her mood.









The Biker
I'd never seen anything like her,

such a wild and angry faced biker,

it brought me much pleasure,

to whip out the leather,

bend her over and strike her.

The Cheerleader
The girl did not cheer,

in fact, you could only hear,

the sound of her crying,

as she was lying,

over him, struck with fear.

How could something so pure,

spout language that would abhor.

As soon as my brush,

walloped her tush,

she sweetly began to implore.

A girl with a bottom dark red,

knelt before the man she had wed,

she felt that her words,

just wouldn't be heard,

so she unzipped his pants instead.










As she stood bare bottomed reflecting,

she could hear his hand connecting,

with the sound of each whack,

she would wince and look back,

at her future that they were projecting.








She asked for it to occur,

but the man began to infer

their deflowered rose

happened under her nose

So next it would have to be her.

My bath is supposed to be clean,

so if within it you are to be seen,

legs spread and engaged,

I'll be so enraged,

I'll whoop you like a bad teen.

Rescuing them from the rubble,

they decided to burst their bubble,

superman and the bat,
 
simultaneously sat,

and spanked them for all of their trouble.









 
When playfully trying to charm her

she began to cause quite a drama,

so he took her downstairs,

and belted her bare,

informing her it was karma.








 

At first she thought she was clever,

until he produced the leather,

he belted her rotten

then palmed her bottom,

the repeat, she hoped would be never








 


She knew it unwise to implore,

but her bottom was just so sore,

and for this infraction,

there was no subtraction,

instead she had earned fifty more.

His face a vacant glare,

didn't detect the wear and tear,

his cane broke in two,

before he knew,

he had a whooped her bottom bare.











 
Seen by the angry park ranger,

she argued while he restrained her.

For ignoring the sign,

she would have to whine,

as he lectured her on the danger.









 

It has to be understood,

he was as rich as any man could,

but his wife Eloise

was such a big tease

he just had to wallop her good.







 


Though her attitude did totally stink

the brat never paused to think,

she was soon to learn,
 
that her bottom could turn

a whole new shade of pink

So defiant was her kin,

her patience had now worn thin,

over she went, 

until she was spent,

and the sobbing did begin.

Until one of them was seized

They did very much as they pleased.

They watched in shock,
 
as he lifted her frock

soon all were over their knees.

Two brats saw it was snowing,

made snow balls and started throwing,

struck a man in the face,

and one below the waist,

then both their bottoms were glowing.

She was carrying not one but four,

inevitably they dropped to the floor,

with the up most haste,

he grabbed her waist,

and spanked her till she was sore.  

Although she spoke quite polite,

and her dress was perfectly right,

the things that she said,

about finding a bed...

we don't allow ladies of the night.

When your smacks have only inflamed,

it's not you who has to be blamed,

neither sorry nor scared,

they have to be bared,

in order for them to be tamed.

All the men stopped to admire, 

the tease in skin tight attire,

the instructor then snapped,

and all the men clapped,

as he set her bottom on fire.

 

A bully who thought she was tough,

stormed through the door in a huff,

it took only one swat,

to see she was not,

but one was far from enough.

Though deaf from ear to ear,

the cracks even he could hear,

he leaned in as she yelped
 
his whisper much helped

'your mother is next my dear.'

To describe it she was at a loss

the bitch spanked by a man so cross,


but she didn't take care

of her own customers hair,

and so landed right next to her boss.

At noon he opened his door,

his wife waited, dressed like a whore,

she looked a delight,

but it wasn't quite right,

she thought he'd be gone till four.

A woman who tends to wear pants,

often raves and rants,

a trip over the knee,

is often the key,

to ending her irritable chants.

A girl in small denim shorts,

always needs to be taught,

if they dress like a bitch,

then they'll get the switch,

till they learn to dress as they ought.

You asked if it makes you look fat,

and before I could answer that,

you whipped out the claws,

for a momentary pause,

so I've caned you for being a brat.

They had planned a little hoax,

knowing he hates practical jokes,

they spelt out through cheer,

the principal's queer

and now they're taking his strokes. 

You wouldn't believe the youth of today,

the things they will do and say,

the problem is clear,

they've neglected the rear,

if only I had it my way.

Maybe you weren't sure what we meant,

by the money with which we had sent,

spend only if you must,

you've now broken our trust,

now prepare my dear to repent. 





If your lesson she's decided to shun

after you've roasted each bun,

then Sir you must rush,

and grab a hairbrush,

there is yet much work to be done. 

The mission had not gone to plan,

receiving an unnatural tan,

on the positive side,

she had a tough hide,

from being spanked by her man.

Madame could you please wait there,

While I wallop your daughter bare,

and I'd show some respect, 

for your turn is next,

as she was under your care.

The art model let out a groan,

had stepped out to answer the phone,

now she was lost

and a teacher was cross

so over his knee she was thrown.
 

Round and round they go,

look how their bottoms glow,

but don't be sad,

for they've been bad,

you reap just what you sow.