Happy Birthday

He gave me a predatory smile as I was getting dressed to go out for my birthday and then fairly purred, “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever received birthday spankings.” “Spankings? For my birthday? What are you talking about?” I was preoccupied with my hair, getting it just so and wasn’t quite ready for it when he grabbed my hips to pull me backwards against him. “Birthday. Spankings. You get one for each year and then one to grow on. But I seem to recall you never having heard of the tradition until it came up in conversation a few weeks ago. So, should I give you a spanking for your birthday?”

I blushed cherry red and giggled. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I hate spankings after all?” “Then we don’t do it again. But I think that twenty five plus one to grow on should give you an idea about whether or not you like it..” He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my mound, squeezing gently, before slipping a finger beneath the elastic to stroke the smoothness of my already moistening cunt. “Hmm, I think you want a spanking. I can feel you getting wet already for me.” And he pulled me across the room, bending me over the bed. I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile. “Nothing too hard, just a little sting. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering what had gotten into me and then my skirt was flipped up and my panties slowly pulled down to reveal what I thought was a nice ass. He confirmed it for me with a quick grab at both cheeks before I watched him pull his hand back for the first strike. But I didn’t want to watch him hit me. I turned away and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him and I heard the smile in his voice, “Good girl.”

Suddenly his hand came down across both cheeks and he was right it was just a little sting. That was one. Two and three followed with the same measured precision and my body began to relax into it. Maybe my brain didn’t know what it wanted, but the rest of me seemed to. I silently counted the stinging swats in my head and I noticed as he paused at fifteen to check on me. All I could do was nod that I was OK and felt his fingers probe at my cunt that was, by now, dripping wet with desire. “Lovely,” he whispered and the spanking resumed.

My last eleven hits were not as a measured as the first half of my spanking, but came down hard and fast and I could hear his breathing change as he spanked me. I knew he had to be rock hard and I knew I wanted him to fuck me with a freshly spanked ass. Instead as he wrapped up my spanking he leaned down to brush soft kisses along my stinging cheeks, before suddenly running his tongue along my slit gathering my wetness and savoring the taste of it.

He knelt behind me and buried his face against me. I pushed back trying to give him easy access to my cunt, so he could taste it, so I could come on his face, so maybe he would fuck me next. I was grateful for the bed to lean against as my legs began to shake and muscles began to spasm. I cried out, trembling as my orgasm gushed all over his face. Then I heard a belt being undone and his cock was buried inside me. I moaned with delight and squirmed against him, feeling every inch. His strong hands kneaded at my ass and the sting intensified a little when he did. The feeling made me moan again and he leaned forward. “You liked that didn’t you? Having your ass spanked and now your juicy cunt getting fucked. Tell me!”

His words made me shudder and I nodded in agreement with him. A sharp smack came down across my ass. “Use your words.” “Yes, I like it when you spanked my ass. Please fuck me! Please!” I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me. “I should keep spanking your ass while I fuck you. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes I would.”

And he found a rhythm that lined up a hard spank, harder than before at least, with every thrust. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned loudly and thrust myself back against him. As his movements became gradually more erratic so did the spanking and I never knew when he’d hit me again. I felt him steady himself with one hand tight on my hip and the other still swatting my ass while he slammed his cock in and out of me. Out of nowhere came a particularly hard hit and I nearly screamed as the orgasm that hit me, lifted me onto my toes and left me breathless. He hit me again just as hard repeatedly and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. My muscles twitched and sucked at his cock and I heard him grunt, then felt both hands at my hips as he pounded into me, looking for the release he needed. “That’s it. Let me fuck you. Let me fill you with my come.”

His words made me twitch and he groaned. “Do it again. Come while I fuck you. Let me feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” I swore and began to move again, his words reigniting the fire that he’d only just put out. I fucked him back clenching and squeezing at him and felt another orgasm growing. I growled, “Harder.” And he responded by tightening his grip to the point where I’d feel it the next day and fucked me as hard as he could. I fairly howled with pleasure as I orgasmed for him again, as I felt his come fill me up, hearing him groan in release.

My hair forgotten I collapsed fully against the bed as he leaned forward to kiss my back. I lifted my head, turning to give him a naughty smile and as he pulled away he slapped my ass one last time. “I think you like getting spanked. And I know I like spanking you. You should see how red your sexy ass is. I’m going to start turning it that color often. Any complaints?” I just shook my head and smiled.

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A Spanking Story

It’s been a long day and I’m tired. There’s still supper to make and chores to be done and I know that my Sir has had a long day of his own. We muddle through it all, as best we can, and try to relax. I’m antsy and squirmy and can’t settle. My thoughts are beginning to fracture into a million tiny pieces as the stress and worries come crashing down one after the other in my brain. He asks what’s wrong and I can only reply, “Everything.” Because that’s how it feels. Even being in my own skin feels wrong.

He stands and taking my hand quietly leads me to our bedroom. I’m bent over the bed and with no warning my pants are around my thighs, trapping me in place, and then come five smacks. Not too hard, but not soft either. Enough to let me know that he means business. Steadying myself against the bed I prepare for more, enjoying the feel of his hands on my skin. Open handed spankings are my favorite, followed closely by being flogged. I haven’t found a paddle that I like yet and I’m particularly loathe to try a cane. Sir’s hand comes down again, slowly, methodically, turning my skin from its normal paleness to a slight pink that will be bright red before he’s done with me.

Repeatedly his hand meets my flesh, hit after hit after hit. Periodically he checks in, making sure I’m alright. Each time I give him, “Green,” and he is satisfied. I can feel how hot my ass is now and I love it. When he stops hitting me for a moment I teasingly wiggle my ass at him, earning me a quick, sharp, spank on one cheek then the other. “More babygirl?” “Yes, please.” My voice is a half whisper, half moan of pleasure and I can hear movement as he reaches for the flogger. The falls tease my skin for a moment.

I hear it sing through the air just before the first impact and when it hits, perfectly placed, I smile. I know how he worked to learn the flogger before it came anywhere near my ass and I appreciate his care and skill. Another half dozen hits and my breath catches with every one. What has gone from a simple spanking to clear my head has led me to desire and need. My movements change, growing more deliberate as I raise my ass to meet the flogger’s kiss. I can smell my own arousal and he can’t resist sliding a teasing finger along my vulva, dipping into my pussy and laughing softly. “Good girl. Just the way I like you.” I whimper at his words and arch into his touch at the same time. A quick kiss to my shoulder and the flogger whistles again, meeting my skin with a feeling like nothing else. He leaves stripes across my skin, a deeper color than the red from his hand and I giggle when he traces the marks with a finger. I’ve relaxed finally and he gives me another dozen hard and fast with the flogger. A low moan escapes my lips and I hear him chuckle. He knows how I like my pain. And pleasure.

The flogger drops to the floor with a soft thud, his hand rests against my lower back, and two fingers slip into my pussy. I’m drenched and aching for an orgasm. “Not yet,” he says quietly. And his fingers flicker gently, teasingly. I press into him, wanting more. And surprising me, his open palm crashes into my skin again and again as he slowly fingers me. Every time he hits me I can feel my muscles clench around his fingers. But his touch is too light, too gentle for me to come. I’m frustrated now and he laughs again. He’s such a tease. “Ask me.”

“Please, Sir, may I come for you?” My voice is soft, desperate, and needy. I almost don’t recognize it. His free hand squeezes my ass hard and his fingers rub ever so gently against me. Without warning he turns his slow movements into something hard and fast, a drum beating against me, “Now.” His voice is sharp and I know that if I do not give, he will take. I enjoy both, but right now I want nothing more than to fall into the sensation and my orgasm rolls through my body, accompanied by a low moan. My hips buck and I feel a third finger. “Again.” And I do. I’m shaking and he holds me steady. My moans turn to soft sounds of contentment. For now, my brain is quiet and I am focused only on him and what he wants of me.

Punishing Jim

Karen spread her legs to reveal the pink wetness between them and gave a naughty grin to the couple standing at the edge of the bed. “So, when do we get started,” she asked as she ran her hands along her body. That was all the encouragement Gary needed and he was on the bed, kissing her feverishly in moments, while Linda went straight for the other woman’s pussy. Karen moaned and then, breaking off the kiss while Gary moved down to play with her nipples, smiled across the room at her poor husband Jim, who was trussed up like a turkey and made to watch as two other people played with his wife. She wondered what he’d do when she let Gary fuck her later.

Between Linda’s ministrations to her pussy and the attention Gary was lavishing on her nipples Karen was ready to come very quickly. Her hips bucked and she moaned, all the while never breaking eye contact with Jim, who was rock hard and squirming in his seat already. He wondered how he was going to survive the evening.

As Karen recovered from her first orgasm Linda stroked Gary’s cock slowly and gently; when Karen was back to a normal heart rate she moved over to Gary and Linda and the two women began to lick and suck and kiss at him, sharing his cock between themselves and sometimes stopping to share passionate kisses with one another as well. Karen left Linda to play with her husband’s cock and she began to focus on Linda, tweaking her nipples, running her hands along her body, and stroking and petting her soft skin. Linda fairly purred, making Gary twitch and gasp as he unleashed a torrent of his come into Linda’s mouth. She took it all then turned to Karen for a kiss, sharing the taste of him with her.

Gary leaned back, sated, and looked over at Jim who looked both aroused and angry and grinned at him. “You only brought this one on yourself you know. Karen told us all about your little transgressions.” Then he turned his gaze to the two women who were writhing across the bed and settling in so they could easily reach to lick one another. Karen was voracious and wild while Linda was slower and more deliberate. The difference in their techniques left them both aching for more and Karen slipped two fingers into Linda’s pussy curling them upward with a fluttering motion as she sucked hungrily at her clit. Linda came first, with a muffled wail that vibrated across Karen’s skin which triggered her second orgasm of the evening. Karen never stopped stroking Linda and slowly added a third finger and pushed a little harder, moved a little faster, determined to force another orgasm from her pretty blonde friend. Split seconds later Karen’s plan worked as Linda cried out again, her entire body trembling with release.

Gary was ready for another round at this point, but couldn’t decide which of the women in bed with him he wanted to fuck first. The ladies solved that little problem for him when Gary laid flat and Karen straddled his cock, rolling the condom down it, as Linda lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. The women shared a kiss and Karen slipped Gary inside of her with a low moan, watching the look of anguish on Jim’s face as she did so. “How do you like being on the other side, Jim? Is it good for you baby?” And she began to rock back and forth trading kisses with Linda as they pulled and pinched at one another’s nipples as they had their needs attended to. They held onto to each other for support while Karen fucked Linda’s husband.

Gary groaned as Linda ground her pussy against his face riding him just as Karen rode his cock. The sensations were somewhat distracting, especially as Karen began to clench and squeeze her muscles, milking his cock. She wanted to feel him twitch and come for her just as much as she had wanted to make Linda come.

By this time Jim’s cock was nearly purple at the head from being so hard, but the look of jealousy in his eyes certainly didn’t match his level of arousal. He tried to speak around the gag in his mouth and was only left sputtering and drooling on himself. He just wanted this to end, wanted his wife to fuck him and only him. He knew he’d never step out again because watching this was almost more than he could bear. Seeing Karen’s head fall backwards as her body stiffened in yet another orgasm made him moan and the women looked over at him, seeing his face, and Karen briefly wondered if she’d driven him too far, but she didn’t think so. In fact as much fun as she was having, this could become a regular thing. Maybe one day she’d let Jim do more than watch. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and in her mouth at the same time.

Linda and Gary came at the same time and Linda, for her part, was spent, while Gary just needed a break. He wondered if Karen would let him fuck her ass, but after Karen checked on Jim and loosened his bonds and gag, giving him orders not to move, they all settled into the bed for a cuddle and little kisses all around. Karen’s ass could wait.

KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.

 

Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Adrienne’s small helpless noises as he spanked her ass only served to turn Gordon on more and she was writhing in his lap. They both knew she could feel the hardness of his cock and her mouth was positively watering at the thought of it. This time she wanted to taste him, to let him fuck her mouth, and treat her like the slut she had always craved to be. She cried out at the thought of him in her mouth and Gordon smacked her harder. “Be good Princess. Be good and I’ll give you what you I know you want.”

And he gently pushed her from his lap to undo his fly. Adrienne was kneeling on the carpeted floor now and as his cock sprung free she gasped softly in delight before leaning forward to lick the length of it like a lollipop. Gordon watched her through hooded eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, but when she sucked tip of him into her mouth and tasted the pre-come that had gathered there he closed hid eyes and let the sensation take him. He couldn’t believe it was the Princess, the daughter of such a powerful man as the king he served that had her plump lips wrapped around his cock. He watched her mouth open wider to try and take him all in and her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft where she couldn’t quite reach and squeezed. The feeling was exquisite and he knew if he wanted to fuck her again he need to take back control before he exploded in her mouth. Gordon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you Princess? Or would you like to fuck me; riding my cock and filling your body with it?”

She merely moaned in delight at his words letting her head fall back and he lifted her to her feet as he stood with her. They both shed their clothes, laughing at the strappy top again as her boots joined the pile this time and he pulled her to the large bed that dominated the room. Laying down together they kissed intensely, passionately before Adrienne took change and pushed Gordon onto his back so she could crawl a top of him. She teased herself for a moment rubbing herself along his cock and he groaned softly at the feel of her smooth skin rubbing against him, spreading her slickness. And then she was guiding him inside of her, taking his full length with a soft moan and began to move her hips. She ground into him, lifting up and sliding back down and riding his cock with all the tricks she could think of. Gordon’s hands roamed along her body, reaching up to tweak a nipple her and squeeze a hip there, sometimes lifting his hips to meet hers as she rocked her own.

Finally his fingers found her clit and she leaned back a bit still moving, to give him better access and he began to rub her gently, then harder as she cried out, “More!” Her hips and his finger never stopped moving she suddenly she came all over his cock, drenching him in her wetness. He swore softly at the feeling of her tight around him and fairly threw her off his cock to find his way between her soaked thighs. His tongue traced patterns and was by turns gentle and rough and soon she was moaning and lifting her hips for him. Gordon’s hands slid beneath her body, cupping her ass in his hands and drawing her closer to him. He kissed her, his tongue, delving between her lips and she cried out so he did it again harder this time and she pushed against him, her body begging for more. He obliged and suddenly another orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train and she grabbed his hair tugging him up to her for a wild kiss, loving the taste of herself against his lips.

“I don’t know if I want to suck you off or if I want you to fuck me. I just know that I want you,” her voice was soft but harsh. “Well, Princess, I think you’re going to do both and he guided her back down to his cock which she enveloped with her mouth once more and he began to thrust his his hips slowly gently, his soft voice urging her to relax. As she did so, lulled by his voice his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat gently. “Swallow.” Adrienne did and couldn’t help the gush of wetness that hit her pussy as she knew he was in total control here. And then he pulled her away from his cock once more and before flipping her to her back.

Gordon steadied himself above her and smiled, “Ready Princess.” “Yes Sir, please fuck me.” Her words and submissively naughty tone of voice alone were enough to make him even harder, if that was possible and his cock found her wet, twitching pussy. He drove himself into her hard and fast fucking her furiously, using her for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for him and he growled, “Good slut.” His words were enough and he felt her come for him one more time. “Oh you like that? You like being a dirty slut, don’t you Princess? Well, that’s what you’re gonna be. My little slut, ready to fuck, suck, and be a good little toy for me.” She was gasping incoherently at his words and only arched her back harder, wanting more of him, wanting him to own her, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, he threw his head back with a wild cry and slammed into her once last time, his come jetting out of him to coat her insides. He pulled away from her and made an impatient motion with his hand. “Clean me.” And his slutty little Princess dove for his cock, tasting the two of them mixed together and moaned around him. He was going to come in her mouth this time and she was going to swallow every drop of it. For now she was his. They both refused to think of the upcoming days where she’d be forced back into a role she hated and he’d become just another guard. Right now there was only this.

Wicked Wednesday – Chemistry – (Slow Burn)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Ian tied Grace over the spanking bench, her lovely ass framed by the shiny, black patent leather skirt she wore. He leaned down and whispered to her, “This is gonna be a slow one. I want to watch your ass turn red under my hands and my tools. Not for your pleasure, but for mine.” She twisted her head to look at him, anticipation shining from her green eyes and nodded. “Yes Sir.” They shared a smile and Ian double checked to be sure Grace was both secure and comfortable on the bench.

Running his hands gently down her back and over her pert ass Ian couldn’t resist giving each round globe a hard squeeze, followed by another gentle caress; over and over he repeated his movements just enjoying the feel of his sub’s ass under his hands growing slightly pink from the rough treatment. Grace was relaxed in her bonds and simply enjoying herself, knowing that he was going to beat her and she was going to love every second of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Ian’s hands fell away from her ass for a long moment that left her wondering if he was choosing his favorite flogger or just making her wait.

Ian watched her as she grew tense from the waiting. And he waited a minute more just to let that tension build. Then his hand came down, almost gently at first, with more noise than impact, but it was enough to make Grace jump. He repeated these strikes several more times before moving into more forceful hits that made her squirm with delight at the sting and thud of them. Every so often Ian would stop and stroke her ass tenderly.

A small crowd had gathered to watch the pair and Ian quietly pointed out to her how her beautiful ass was on display for the room to see and she blushed despite knowing that there would be people to see her like this. He kissed her cheek then and moved back, placing sharp, staccato slaps across her ass, ones that were meant to draw further attention before he picked up a flogger that he carefully draped across Grace’s ass, letting her feel the leather before he whipped it up through the air and back down hard to kiss her skin. A low moan escaped her lips and Ian repeated this process eleven more times for a total of a dozen hits. Her ass was turning delightfully red now and several onlooker’s had commented on that and Ian’s skill.

He smacked her with his hand twice more and replaced the flogger, before checking in with her to see how she was doing. She nodded at him and flashed a cheeky grin that left him wishing they were more involved than just two people who happened to share a love of spankings and had the opposite personalities to work well together in a scene like this one. Ian wondered if more would ever be possible. They were both single after all. But he took a breath and cleared his mind, getting back to his task.

Choosing a riding crop next it thwacked along her skin for another spate of flurrying blows and she’d started to wriggle against her bonds and the bench. He could tell she was turned on; he knew that if he let her slip away she’d find a dark, quiet corner of the club to get herself off when they were done with her spanking. Ian didn’t want that to happen this time. He wanted to go with her and watch. His blows became more methodical as he swapped from the riding crop back to the flogger and occasionally his hand just to vary things a bit. He wouldn’t want his favorite submissive to get bored on him. Grace, for her part, was anything but bored. She was enjoying each hit as it came to her and wanted more, as much as Ian would give her. And he planned on giving her all she could possibly handle. He knew her limits and knew them well. Sometimes he even challenged her a bit as the need arose for her to have something more with her spanking. Tonight he would do that.

His hand trailed up her back as he walked forward to address her so no one else could hear. “We both know this turns you on. And I know you want to come from it. The question I pose tonight, is do you want to do it in front of all these people or would you prefer to wait?” Grace’s eyes snapped open and she stared at him. This was a completely new question and challenge. She could also see in his eyes that he was curious as to what she would say and where it might lead them. Her eyes blinked a couple times in quiet surprise that he was asking her this and she took a deep breath, knowing this would put them into uncharted territory in some ways. He’d never seen her orgasm before. He prodded her, “Well?” Grace took a deep breath,“Please spank me until I come.” Ian nodded once and asked, “How close are you?” “Close. Something with a bite to it. Please.” He laughed softly, “I bite.” Grace shuddered, visibly turned on by the idea and Ian arched an eyebrow at her. She flashed him that cheeky grin again before he stepped away to pick up a silicone paddle.

Dragging the smooth texture along her skin he smiled as she shivered again and tried to adjust herself to present her ass in the best manner possible. “Good girl.” Ian raised his hand and down came the paddle biting into Grace’s skin, turning it a brighter red than it already was and her breathing immediately changed. “More, she whispered.” He smiled, placed his free hand against the small of her back, and walloped her ass hard. He knew she could handle this and he kept up hard even strokes feeling her body tense under his hand over and over, her body drawing tighter. Grace took a deep breath and just as she did Ian hit her hard one last time with a sharp word, “Now.”

Her breath rushed from her body in an instant and that last hit coupled with the tone of his voice (he could’ve said anything in that tone) set her orgasm free. She thrashed against the ropes hard feeling them dig into her skin, crying out over and over as she orgasmed in front of a crowd for the first time. Orgasmed for him for the first time. All too soon, she hung limp in the bonds and Ian quickly freed her before pulling her close to him and stroking her hair. “Good girl. You did something new tonight and did it very well.” He took an offered bottle of water and held it to her lips as she clung to him bonelessly. She drank a few sips and then just let her head come to rest on his shoulder, relaxed and sated after a good spanking and a better orgasm.

 

KOTW – Going Commando – (Distraction)

There was something freeing about not wearing any panties. Callie enjoyed having this as her own little secret. Despite being in a Domestic Discipline relationship she never gave thought to what her husband might have to say about the matter regarding the idea; in fact she assumed that he was aware of the fact that she didn’t wear panties on a regular basis. How could he not be, she reasoned, and gave it no more thought.

Evan got home early from work and decided that Callie deserved a treat for having done so good at controlling her tongue when she’d been angry at him the night before. He couldn’t even recall what she had been angry over and he doubted she could either. He set up some candles in the bedroom and gathered some of their favorite toys; when he knew she’d be almost home began to light the candles giving the room a soft glow. He heard her open the front door and called down to her, “Join me upstairs honey. I have a surprise for you.”

Callie wondered what her surprise was going to be and hoped it wasn’t anything too crazy since she’d had a long day at work. She hurried up to him and gasped with delight when she saw their candlelit bedroom. He pulled her into his arms for a soft kiss, “Welcome home dearest.” His hands roamed her body and reached down to squeeze her ass, but was puzzled at the lack of a panty line that he should’ve felt. “Girl, lift your skirt.” Callie figured he just wanted to tease her a bit and obeyed. Evan walked all the way around her and then came back to look at her. “Why, my darling wife, are you not wearing any panties?” Then it dawned on Callie that perhaps this was something she should’ve asked or cared about it a bit more. “I…umm…well, it feels so good to not wear them. I can feel the air sliding across my skin and don’t feel so constricted.” “But to work? Really?”

And he spun her around giving her five sharp slaps to her already bare behind. “How long have you been doing this?” “I don’t know. A long time. I thought you knew I did it. You know I never wear them here at home.” “How would I know that when I leave for work before you do and have expectations that my wife will go appropriately attired? This is not appropriate, except for around the house, just between us.” And he smacked her ass to punctuate his words. “And now, instead of the nice treat I had planned for you, I have to give to a spanking, don’t I? Because you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls get spanked. Over the bed.”

She leaned over the bed, her skirt still raised with tears forming in her eyes. The candle light became dim and wavy in her view and she lowered her head, letting tears drip onto the bed. She hated disappointing Evan. She heard him pick up an object and tap it against his palm and realized it was the hairbrush that he liked to use when she’d been bad. She should’ve known, but she’d been hoping for some mercy. He gave her ass several more swats to prepare her for the spanking to come and leaned into her. “Now then, be a good girl and take your punishment for what it is.” He brought his arm down landing a strike with the back of the heavy wooden brush, right across the middle of one cheek, then the other alternating places and sides so her ass would be covered before he was done.

Callie’s tears had turned into full out sobbing and he gave her just a few more hard hits to drive the point home before climbing onto the bed and gathering her to him. “There, that wasn’t any fun, but you know it was good for you. Now then,” he said as he got up and began to extinguish the still burning candles, “You’re going to stay here in this very room and think about what you’ve been doing and how inappropriate it is to go without panties at work. I will be back later.”

Evan made a quick trip to the lingerie store and bout all kinds of satin and silk and lace underthings, ones that he knew would feel good against his wife’s skin and be a bit distracting at the same time. Returning home, he carried the bag upstairs and found her face into the pillows still crying a bit. He rubbed her ass gently. “Alright, my love, time for a new rule. Sit up and pay attention.” Callie did as she was bid and arched an eyebrow upon seeing the shopping bag. Evan began to pull out pair after pair of underwear, showing them to her and explained that she would wear them every day from now on, she would put them on before he left for work, and he would be checking.

A few days later Callie was sitting at work and squirming at the feel of the soft bite of lace against her skin. She was nearly as driven to distraction by her new panties as she had been when she didn’t wear any at all. A buzz from her cellphone got her attention and she picked it up. ‘Be a good girl and go take a picture of yourself in those lacy panties. I want to see them again.’ She did as Evan told her to do and giggled as she sent him the photo from the ladies room. Seems like wearing panties could be fun too.