Kinky Frodo Stories

I'm so bored that I sometimes write Frodo quickie's for my friends and I. I have other stories I need to finish and I will! Just sometimes I get a little side tracked LOL. I'm just a kinky freak who loves Elijah. More shrots to come soon LOL.


P.S. Daisy is a character I created in another story, but still haven't finished. It was only rated PG-13 though LOL.

Short Number one: An unexpected visitor.

The fire sparked and crackled sending a warm glow upon his youthful
and handsome yet eerily mature face. In one hand he held a heavy book
of Elven poetnd snd short stories, his eyes diverting back and fourth
seriously. In his other hand he held a pipe to his lips as he sucked
on it earnestly trying to get a handle on his nerves. He had asked
her to marry him, but he had not yet received the consent of her
parents. A faint knock at his door jolted him from his deep thought.

"Who in Middle earth d bed be out at this hour?" He said to himself,
before flopping his book down on the coffee table and putting out his
pipe. He grumbled something under his breath, and opened the door
expecting it to be Sam or one of his cousins, but instead he saw a
rather short young Hobbit maiden, shivering with a loose shawl drawn
around her shoulders, and her sandy blonde curls tied back in a loose
pony tale. The wind wiped her unruly bangs about her face and she
looked up at him with blood shot greenish blue eyes, showing that she
had most likely been crying earlier.

"Daisy! What in Eru's name are you doing out by yourself at this
hour?! And in this weather?!" He nearly shouted with concern before
pulling her in and closing the door. She rubbed her arms still
shivering, her teeth chattering. He started rubbing his own hands
over her shoulders, trying to warm her up while guiding her to his
cozy little sofa before the fire. "Honestly Daisy, I'm not going let let you kill yourself before I can even make you my bride. It's fit
to snow outside, and with you dressed so skimpily you could have
caught your death of cold!"

She stopped and turned around, still shivering a tad, then looked up
into his caring sapphire eyes. "Why aren't you home in bed young
lady?" he spoke before she could, surprising her with his stern tone
of voice.

Then she surprised him by latching onto him hard, nearly causing him
to stagger backwards by her sudden attack. "I don't want to live
there anymore. I want to be here with you Frodo. I want to be your
wife and be by your side forever. I never want to go home again. This
is my home, here with you." She nearly whispered, burying her face in
his shirt.

Frodo brought his arms around her little body and cuddled her against
his chest. He brought one hand up and started massaging the back of
her head tenderly. "Daisy, what do you mean never go home again?" He
whispered gently. "What happened?"

"Nothing. I just Don't want to go back there. Ever. I want to stay
with you, please Frodo." She breathed quietly, still clinging onto
him hard. Frodo gently forced her away from him a little, and tilted
her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

"Daisy, you're not telling me the truth. Now what happened at home?
What made you come all the way up here alone at this hour? Do you
know how dangerous it is for a pretty girl your age to be out by
herself this time of night?" his eyes narrowed, while he stroked her
nape lovingly.

Daisy bit her lip and looked to the floor. "I had a fight with my
parents. I…I told them Frodo. They said I was too young to marry you.
They said I had to wait until I came of age. We got in a huge
argument and I…I…" She stuttered.

Frodo brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it lightly. "Go on
darling."

"I smacked my mother for getting in my face and I ran. I just threw
on my shawl and ran out of the house. My dad was awful mad. The
maddest I've ever seen him before. My mom was saying something stupid
so I couldn't hold myself back. And I don't regret it. They can't
tell me what to do. I want to marry you. I'm ready now." Tears
started stinging her eyes as she told him the whole story.

Frodo sighed, and looked at her seriously. "Daisy. You shouldn't have
done that. That wasn't a mature thing to do darling. If you want folk
to start treating you as an adult then you have to learn to control
your temper."

"You should have been there Frodo! Oh they can just be so stupid
sometimes! Talking like they know everything as if they created the
world when in reality they don't know what their own arse holes look
like!" Frodo gasped at her language and she quickly shut her mouth.

"That's no language a young lady should be using Daisy." Frodo said
rather seriously.

"Oh I learned it from Faramir. Right now I frankly don't care 'cause
it's true!" She nearly whined. "I want to get married tomorrow
without them knowing. Then I'll never have to deal with them again!"

Frodo shook his head and stroked her back trying to calm her. His
hand subconsciously wondered to her bottom and she immediately felt
her temper grow a little milder by the feeling of his gentle hand
stroking her backside in circles. "I love you more than the world
Daisy, my precious little flower, but I can not marry you without
your parents consent. You will not legally be a full adult for at
least a few years now. You are still, by shire law, under your
parent's rule."

"I don't care!" Daisy suddenly bellowed. "You're Mayor Samwise's best
friend, just have him alter the law or something! Or we can just do
it without anyone knowing!" She looked up at him and his soft
expression grew a little harder.

"Daisy. Stop yelling. I will not go through with this marriage unless
I have your parent's full approval and they are there to watch us
walk down the aisle. They are my friends and have been for a while
now, and I am not about to let them think I'm stealing away their
only daughter. Just let me handle I'lI'll have a few words with
them. But right now, I need to get you back home. They're probably
worried sick." He turned away from her and went to grab his cloak and
started fastening it around himself.

Daisy stood rooted to the spot, jaw falling to the floor. "What do
you mean get me home? I don't want to go back there! I'm not a child
Frodo! Having my own beau drag me home would just be humiliating!"
She crossed her arms haughtily.

"Daisy," Frodo spoke lowly, a warning in his voice. He watched his
cute little fiancée cross her arms and shake her head rly, ly, like a
five year old who was about to throw a tantrum for not getting her
way. Indeed, she was far younger than himself. He had chosen a young
maiden fresh out of her tweens to be his bride. She WAS a child
according to law, and yes she was also a child compared to him. But
being as he didn't age physically, it wouldn't look right if he
courted a maiden his own age. And he loved Daisy. He couldn't deny
his feelings. He wanted to be with her and no one else. And the
thought of taking on the task of taming an unruly, hard headed young
wife strangely intrigued him.

Daisy just sat down on the couch with a huff. "I'm not going Frodo."
She said plainly, and crossed her legs. Frodo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes you are." He spoke ardently. "I am not going to let you stay
here while your parents are worried sick. Do you know you could have
been kid napped and never seen again? A young girl your age walking
about alone at night."

Daisy blew a raspberry. "Oh please! Just because I'm a female doesn't
mean I can't take care of myself. And I'm not that young so stop
berating me like a child!"

Frodo shook his head in disbelief. She was acting like a spoiled brat
at the moment. "Don't start that again. I won't have you putting
yourself in danger any longer. Not if you are to be my wife. And yes
you are going home. If I have to carry you all the way home myself I
will, now come." He ordered sternly. She just closed her eyes and
shook her head again, a snooty expression set upon her youthful and
pretty face. Frodo let out another exasperated sigh, then went over
to the couch and yanked her to her feet. "You surely are acting like
a child right now darling. You are going home and that's final."

She scrunched her nose at him, giving him a goofy childlike sneer,
and yanked her slender arm out of his grasp. "I'm not going back! If
you take me home, we'll just start arguing again and I'll just run
off to stay with someone else!" Frodo crossed his arms and drilled
her greenish blue eyes with his deep cerulean ones.

"Daisy. We are going back to your place and we are going to discuss
this marriage with your parents like decent adults. Now stop this
foolishness right now or you will force me to take action." Daisy
responded by slumping herself back down on the couch and pouting like
a disobedient little girl. Frodo let out another affronted sigh, then
gently but firmly tugged on her arm again, but she kept her scowling
look and laid down on the couch refusing to budge. He motioned for
her to get up and continued to pull on her arm gently, only to drag
her glazed body along the sofa. He fought himself from letting out a
growl, and he felt her shawl. "This isn't enough to keep you warm in
this weather. I'm going to get you one of my spare cloaks and when I
return, you better be up and ready to behave like a young lady
should."

He went to his room briefly and came back with an extra cloak only to
find her still lying lifeless on his couch. He gave her a hard lined
glare. "Fine. If you're going to act this way I will just drag you
home by force, and you know I can." He started walking towards her,
his intent to throw his cloak over her then carry her to his stable
and place her on his pony strider to take her back home, but she got
up and trotted behind the couch. She wasn't about to let him force
her to do anything.

"You will not! I love you Frodo and I want to stay here with you, why
can't you let me? Even you yourself have said that my parents are a
little naïve. Why would you take their side and not mine?! She
stomped churlishly.

Frodo let out a heavy breath and laid the cloak aside on his arm
chair. "That's it Daisy. This bratty attitude of yours I will not
tolerate. Not from my fiancée. Never. If you don't cease this right
now I will take you over my knee and spank you."

At those words, Daisy's cheeks flushed a vibrant red. Her cheeks were
usually cutely flushed, but now they were redder than Frodo had ever
seen them before. "You wouldn't!" She cried, nervousness growing in
her voice.

Frodo eyed her strictly. "Who are you to say what I would and
wouldn't do dearest?" he retorted fervently. "You remember what I did
to Polly when she vandalized my property. I won't hesitate to do the
same to you if you don't stop behaving like an ill mannered brat."

An odd tingle rushed over Daisy's entire body. "That was different!
She deserved it!"

Frodo couldn't help but snicker. "And you don't? You're behaving
almost as bad as her right now."

"Oh please. Well, you can't do it to me anyway, I'm your….your
lover!" Daisy shot back, dread apparent in her tone.

Frodo smirked at the sight of her innocent face contorting into a
look of childlike fear. "Yes you are my lover and bride to be Daisy,
which is all the more reason why I'd be even stricter on you. I will
not tolerate such behavior from one I love so dearly. I punished Poly
by bending her over my study desk and giving her a few whacks with
the belt over her knickers. But if you choose to act like her at all,
I promise that I'll hold you down over my lap, pull down your pretty
little under garments and spank your bare little bottom until I'm
sure you've learned your lesson."

Daisy gulped and inadvertently shivered. And that odd feeling started
lurking around her feminine area again. But she was always stubborn
so her first instinct was to retaliate despite her sudden
embarrassment. "You're not going to touch me and you're not going to
make me go back there!" She yelled sharply.

A look of determination forged upon Frodo's face. "Okay then. You
asked for it lovely." Frodo felt it was time to teach his little lass
a lesson. One of many he would have to teach her no doubt. Daisy
tried to make a break for it, dashing towards another room in the
house, but Frodo quickly reached out and caught her, his elvish like
reflexes coming to the surface. She tried to slip out of his grasp
but it was no use. She was too tiny even compared to the slender,
former ringrer,rer, and something else made her cease struggling at
full force as well. Her stomach did flip flops and filled up to the
top with butterflies as Frodo sat down on the couch and easily pulled
her down with him.

She tried pulling away again, but he held both of her arms tight like
a vice. "Daisy. Stop trying to struggle little girl. And yes you're
acting like a naughty little girl right now, and that is why I am
about to punish you as one. Now you know you can't get away from me,
so in order to make it easy on yourself, I suggest you stop trying to
claw me." His look was stern yet amazingly caring. Daisy bit her lip,
shame visible on her fair face. She did stop fighting him. She
couldn't believe this was happening. It sent her on a spiral of
emotions and her head was spinning. She wondered if she was still
dreaming.

Frodo didn't allow her to respond. Instead he tenderly but forcefully
pulled her straight over his lap, slowly. Daisy felt words trying to
creep up her throat, but they somehow couldn't come out. She was
literally speechless. Frodo handled her gently with care but also
firmly, showing her there was no way she could escape him. She needed
to be punished for her immature behavior. He held her down steadily
and he slowly pulled up her dark red velvet dress, brushing his
fingers lightly against her legs along the way. He pulled her loose
dress up just pasher her skimpy little under garments to about the
small of her back. She quivered over his warm lap, and he took a
moment to rub her thighs and bottom lovingly while scolding her
gently. "You have been behaving like an unruly child. Do you admit
that you've been acting naughty tonight Daisy?" He interrogated
smoothly but strictly.

Once again, Daisy couldn't bring herself to talk. Her heart was
beating rapidly and pounding in her ear drums. She also surprised
herself when she felt her breathing quicken at the feeling of his
warm and gentle hand massaging her bare thighs and sneaking up over
her bottom and up under her dress a little. Then he moved his hand
back down again and butterflies swarmed in her stomach at full force
when she felt his fingers slip into the waistband of her
undergarments. "You didn't answer me Daisy. Yes you have been
naughty, and do you know what happens to naughty little girls? They
get spanke the their bare bottoms. And that is exactly what will
happen to you from now on if I catch you being naughty." He scolded
in almost a hoarse whisper before sliding her undergarments down
slowly to her knees, revealing her naked bottom underneath. She
gasped silently as she felt the cool air of the room blow against her
bottom.

As Frodo unveiled her pale and soft little bottom to his eyes, he
felt himself blush and he wondered in his mind if he would be able to
get through this punishment now without getting aroused. He nearly
shocked himself when he did that. He had never seen her naked before
and wanted to savor it for their wedding night, but right now he had
to teach her a little discipline. He caught a glimpse of her little
feminine place peeking out from between her legs that she held
tightly together. Her bottom jiggled a little from her nervous
shivering and he had to hold himself back from caressing her cheeks
hungrily. It was so beautiful, little but perfectly round just like
he had imagined it. Perfect and flawless. Adorable. He bit his lip
knowing he was about to turn it a healthy red. And this probably
wouldn't be the first time considering how hard headed and stubborn
she could be.

Daisy hugged one of the sofa pillows and shut her eyes tight. The
anticipation was killing her. She felt incredibly vulnerable now,
laying over his soft but sturdy lap with her panties down waiting for
the first blow. She flinched when he stroked her bottom lightly and
it sent goose bumps sprawling over her legs. "I love you so much
Daisy. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you remain a good
girl." With that he took away his hand and landed the first smack on
her lower bottom. It stung and sent an odd shock wave of energy
pouring over her entire lower area. She gasped and whimpered. He
landed another smack, not too hard, but hard enough to sting and to
show her he meant business. She squirmed a little over his lap, and
her shifting around secretly drove him mad, but he had incredible
control. She needed to be punished.

*Smack!*

Another sharp slap caused a faint pink mark to appear on her right
cheek. Her bottom jiggled under his punishing but loving hand, and
Frodo swallowed hard feeling himself getting harder by the minute.
Daisy herself felt a hard lump forming under his trousers starting to
press into her crotch. But she was too focused on her bottom to care
and wondered when Frodo planned to stop. He would sometimes halt
before another slap, or give her a few good slaps in a row causing
her to suck in her breath as she took in the sting. Some smacks were
harder, some lighter, all had a certain amount of sting to them. He
had soon painted her bottom a full shade of pink, and she couldn't
help but kick her little legs a bit, feeling completely subdued and
helpless. Right now it was as if he owned her and could do what he
wanted with her. And his constant berating of her during her
punishment really did make her feel like a naughty little girl who
was paying her dues.

At one point, she reached back trying to protect her bottom, but
Frodo caught her hand and pushed it away. "No, I don't think so young
lady. This will stop when I think you've learned your lesson." He
said sternly, and stopped to rub her bottom a little, starting to
feel guilty at the sudden quiet sniffles he could hear from her
direction. He felt even guiltier knowing this was arousing him to no
end. His sweet naughty little girl lied helplessly over his thighs,
pressing against his hardened male hood underneath. He felt he had
fully claimed her as his own now. His precious baby, whom he would
nurture and protect but also punish if she needed it.

And then the spanking continued again. He slapped her bottom in
circles now, and her whimpering became louder. But he would know when
she had enough. His eyebrows rose when he caught an odd but alluring
scent lingering in the air. He stopped again for a brief moment to
look down at her thighs and he noticed them getting a bit moist. He
swallowed hard again. Good heavens. He would have to ignore it though
and continue. He had let her get away with things for too long and he
had to show her that she would have to learn to fix that attitude of
hers, and she wouldn't be allowed to walk all over him once she
became his wife.

Daisy was experiencing feelings she had never felt before in her
life. That feeling she would get when Frodo slapped her on the bottom
playfully was now coming out in full force and she felt like she was
going to explode. She felt closer to him than she had ever felt
before, her dream hobbit, even though he was spanking her bottom
thoroughly. And it hurt too. She couldn't hold herself back from
flinching and she felt tears starting to slip from her eyes. He
wasn't spanking her as hard as he could have, but he was spanking her
for a long time and it would surely be difficult for her to sit down
at first. But his constant berating did make her feel guilty. He
loved her so much and he proved it to her everyday. And now he was
proving it again in a different way. But her bottom was on fire and
she felt she couldn't take anymore. She started breaking down
completely and begging him to stop, in a voice so tiny and subdued
that she wasn't even sure it was her own.

"Are you going to learn to act like a little lady Daisy Darling?"
Frodo breathed whilapplapping each cheek soundly.

"Yesss s..sir." She stammered. "P…please stop. I…can't….t…take…much…
more!" She was panting heavily and barely managed to get that out.
Frodo felt himself sweating and panting as well. Her bottom was
turning from pink to rose red to match the color of her dress.

"Just remember darling, that this is how you will be punished from
now on. I will expect obedience from you when you are my wife. You're
still young and haeadeeaded and I will not allow attitude from you,
is that understood dearest?" He said sternly yet gently while trying
to hold back his own heavy breathing.

"Y..yes." Daisy breathed between sobs as he peppered her behind
comprehensively and worked his way around her sit spot, and her lower
thighs.

"This is just a first lesson Daisy. You have chosen me to be your
husband so you have given me the challenge of taming you, and so I
will." He alternated between soft and hard blows and also slow and
fast strikes making sure none of her bottom went un-spanked. Even
though she was now sobbing heavily yet quietly, something couldn't
escape his keen ocean blue eyes. He noticed how incredibly swollen
her lower area was, and it was obviously lending a hand in driving
her mad. He decided he couldn't leave her like that, so he figured
out how he would have to end her punishment.

He brought his hand down lower on her back, and pressed down hard so
that the right spot on her body was forced to press against his leg.
He held her there, hard, and then harder, not allowing her to move,
forcing pressure on her feminine folds from his thigh. And as he did
this he continued to spank fast and semi-hard until she couldn't hold
herself back from moaning loudly. She subconsciously started pressing
against his leg herself even though he was helping her with his hand.
Finally her entire body jolted and shook over his legs, and she let
out a large sigh of relief. When she had reached climax, Frodo had
ended it with three more fast and hard smacks on her bottom, and when
it had passed, he stopped, and she lay lifeless over his lap
breathing heavily.

And she heard Frodo panting too, still aware of his maleness
underneath his garments. They both stopped for a few seconds, trying
to catch their breath, their cheeks flushed, both trying to take in
what had just hapd. Td. They were both caught up in a daze, and Frodo
started rubbing the sting out of her bottom. He gently helped her sit
back up, and neither spoke, but only gaped into each others eyes,
both lost in the moment. Daisy wiped a bit of sweat off of Frodo's
cheek, and then Frodo found himself pulling her head to him so that
her lips could meet his.

For a moment, he almost felt like he was losing control. He wanted to
taste her, to smell her, to feel her body against his. Flesh against
flesh. He wanted to feel how soft her entire body was, to feel
himself inside of her, making love to her fully. And Daisy was having
the same problems, feeling a surge of energy shoot through her entire
anatomy when ever Frodo's fingers stroked her sore bottom lightly. He
kisser per passionately and hotly, letting his tongue explore the
inside of her mouth gradually. He ran his hands up her back tenderly,
and then down again. He found her panties and pulled them back up. He
had to stop this. He had to remain the responsible one. It was still
far from their wedding night.

He pulled her away from him, and held her chin in his hand. "I love
you Daisy," He breathed, his voice still hoarse as he, himself,
hadn't found any release. He wiped a remaining tear from her
cheek. "I'm sorry I had to punish you my darling. But now you see how
life will be when you do marry me." She rubbed her bottom, and Frodo
frowned. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much, but you were acting like
an unmanageable brat and I had to do something about it. Now do you
except these rules I have set for you when we do marry Daisy?"

Daisy sniffled, and Frodo's stomach dropped, hoping he hadn't taken
his dominating ways too far and frightened her away. But though her
eyes were cloudy with tears, she managed a light hearted grin and she
responded to him by launching her arms around his neck, and kissing
his cheek. "Oh Frodo, I love you so much." she spoke in a low whisper.

"I love you too my little bride." Frodo chuckled, and cnuednued
rubbing her sore bottom. "Are you sure you'll be able to live with
these rules Daisy?"

As she hugged him to where he couldn't see her face, her lips curved
into an extensive grin, and she closed her eyes contently. "Oh yes
Frodo. You have no idea."

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Written quickly by Krystal the Hobbit Pervert. yes I do have a spanking fetish. Anyone who finds it weird can bite me ;).