I’m always excited to get a new Fantasy Friday, but there was one scary thing about getting this one. It went at first into my spam folder. Most of the time I check it but I’m sure that occasionally I just delete what’s in it. Please know if you ever send me a story and you don’t hear from me within 24 hours – I didn’t get it!!
But thank goodness we got this one! Now everyone enjoy…
I just forgot...
After reading stories to both of her young children, and laying with each of them until they fell asleep, Danielle slipped into her bedroom. Her husband lay waiting in their bed.
“Hi baby,” she whispered, sliding her body close to him and wrapping her arms around him.
He pulled her closer, holding her tight. “Hi to you,” he replied warmly. He was so happy to finally be able to feel her body against his that he almost forgot they had business to attend to. His calloused hands roamed her soft, fleshy curves. He pinched and grabbed, sometimes squeezing hard enough to make it hurt. Then, suddenly, he cleared his throat.
Her heart started beating loud and fast. She blinked, unable to take her eyes off him, adrenaline beginning to pump like crazy. She felt his hand slowly running through her hair, grabbing a fistful.
Pulling enough to make her head tilt back, Jackson addressed his naughty wife. “I want you to stand up, and take your pants and panties down.“ he said firmly.
Blushing furiously, Danielle felt like she’d swallowed a lead ball, and it was now sitting in the very pit of her stomach. She slowly moved off the bed once he released her hair, and slipped her pants and panties down over her waist, letting them puddle at her feet. Now bare and feeling especially exposed, she was too embarrassed to meet his eye, and stared at the carpet beneath her toes.
He stood in front of her, and took her hands in his. “Why are you being punished?” he wanted to know.
Those words made Danielle jump alive. “But Jackson…I just forgot! I‘m sorry…”
He stopped her by putting a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to hear excuses, Dan.” his voice was kind, but it was determined, too. There would be no talking her way out of this.
“But I’m sorry!” she threw her arms around his neck. Her bright blue eyes blinked innocently, pleading with him for leniency.
But this was not the time for a free pass. It was pretty obvious that she had been testing him lately, by pushing against the boundaries he’d established. If she wanted to test him, he was going to respond appropriately. He knew she would secretly be disappointed if he gave in to her pleading, because even though she didn’t want a spanking, she really didn’t want him to back down. He peeled her arms off of him, sighing. He moved them firmly to her side, and lifted her chin so her eyes met his.
“You didn’t do what you were supposed to do today, did you?” Jackson wanted to know.
Her eyes fell ashamedly to the floor. “No,” she replied quietly.
“You know that if something comes up or if you’re having an off day and can’t get your daily assignment done, that you can always text or call and let me know what’s going on. I’d like to think I’m a pretty fair guy, and if it’s unlikely that you can get something done easily, I don’t normally ask you to do it, do I?”
“No sir,” her voice was barely audible now. She knew he was right.
“Huh. Did you know what would happen if you didn’t get it done?”
Unable to reply, she just nodded her head.
“What’s going to happen, Danielle?” Jackson asked sternly.
She tried to answer, but her voice faltered. She hated to say it.
“Look at me,” he reminded her, and when her eyes shyly met his he said, “You‘re only delaying the inevitable. What‘s going to happen because you didn‘t do your assignment?”
She wanted to just drop dead from shame and she could feel herself blushing. “You’re going to spank me.” She felt so little under his stern glare. She tried to look away in embarrassment but he grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
“Look.At.Me. Before we start I want you to go get the hairbrush, the small cane, and the strap.” he watched her bare bottom sway as she walked to the closet where they kept their implements. When he saw the look on her face, he wanted to smile. He didn’t, however. “What’s with the pout, little girl? Are you resisting already?”
She shook her head emphatically. “No! I’m not…” she paused in front of him, meekly holding out the implements she’d fetched for him.
“Put them on the bed, closer to the middle, then bend over. Feet on the floor, tummy on the bed.” he ordered.
Danielle fought the urge to stomp her foot and argue. She was not in the mood for a spanking, couldn’t he see that? She stared at him, trying to decide how to politely tell him this wasn’t going to work for her.
He saw her hesitate, and he jumped into action. He took the implements from her hands, and laid them on the bed. Putting his hand on her waist, he guided her to the bed and quickly bent her over it. He started smacking her bottom all over.
“No, no!“ She tried as hard as she could to stay still but after a few swats it was starting to sting pretty good. “Ouch!” she cried. “Jackson…that’s enough….”
He laughed, spanking her harder. “I know you don’t really think that you get to tell me what’s enough.” His big hand covered almost a whole cheek at a time, and he brought it down over and over again. He could feel her flesh warming up beneath his hand, and he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer before he picked up the pace. Moving all over her backside, he made sure every inch of it was colored bright pink before stopping for a break. He squeezed her stinging bum as she panted against the mattress. “Hand me the cane.”
She reached forward and picked it up, handing it back to him. Bracing herself, she waited for the sting of the cane.
“All I asked you to do today was to empty the dishwasher and make sure any dirty dishes went straight into the dishwasher instead of the sink. Is that a hard task to complete?” he asked.
Danielle felt a sarcastic remark growing on the edge of her tongue. She wanted to say you try running after a three year old and a sixteen month old and keeping up with something like dishes! But she knew what he would say to that, and he’d be absolutely right. She could hear his deep voice, That’s a lousy excuse and you know it. Are you trying to tell me you didn’t have ten minutes to empty the dishwasher? If you didn’t, why didn’t you text me and let me know you were having trouble? The more she thought about it, the clearer it became that nothing good would come from that line of thinking.
The first stroke of the cane landed exactly on the spot where bottom meets thigh.
She squealed, and kicked her legs. “Oh, ow…I’m sorry, baby…”
Another line of fire. “You’re sorry now, because you’re getting punished. What were you so busy doing that you didn’t have time to empty the dishwasher?” he wanted to know, bringing two more successive strokes down across her red bottom.
She sucked her breath in between her teeth, her foot coming up to block herself. “I was on the computer…” she answered, trying to ignore the burning in her butt.
He picked up the pace, bringing that stingy, fiery cane down again and again until she was wiggling and trying to dance away from the strokes. “On the computer, huh? Well maybe tomorrow you’ll just have to keep the computer off all day so you can focus on getting things done.” he told her decidedly as he continued to punish her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he put the cane down. He ran his hand over her hot ass, squeezing the swollen mounds of flesh. Next, he reached for the strap and Danielle’s heart leapt into her throat.
“Oh please,” she moaned quietly.
Jackson grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, bringing his mouth right next to her ear. “Please what?” he growled.
“I don’t want the strap…”
He let her go. whap!
“Ouch!” she cried out, stomping her foot.
“Do I ask a lot of you, Danielle?” he wanted to know.
“No, sir!” she yelped, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“I don’t. So when I do ask you to do something, I expect you to get it done. This isn’t the first time you didn’t get something done this week, is it?” he brought the strap down extra hard this time, right on her sit spot.
“OW, ow ow ow ow ooooohhhhh…no sir,” she whimpered.
He kept a steady pace with the strap and she swayed her hips to try to avoid it. He tightened his grip on her, but she was still managing to move around. When he saw her hand fly back to try to protect herself from the strap, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her back. He pushed her down a little roughly, and started smacking the back of her thighs with the strap.
Danielle started wailing, and trying to twist away. “No, no .. nooo please .. Please not on my legs, I wont put my hands back anymore I promise!” she begged.
He gave her two more for good measure, then lay the strap back on the bed.
She had tears streaming down her face now, and her butt was throbbing. “I’m sorry I didn’t do what you asked me to. I had plenty of time to do it, and I kept putting it off until I had no time left. I‘m really sorry.”
“I know you are, but I don’t think we’re done just yet. I don’t think you’ve had enough for this to be memorable.” he said decidedly.
“I have, I have!” she pleaded. “Don’t spank me anymore,”
He sat down on the cedar chest at the end of their bed. “Bring the hairbrush over here, Dan.”
Sniffling, she carried the hairbrush over to him.
Jackson brushed the hair from her face, then took the brush from her hand. “Look at me.“ he demanded, and waited for her to do so. “I am going to make sure that we don’t have to repeat this anytime soon. You will obey me.”
Danielle just cried softly as her husband helped her across his lap. She wrapped her arms around his leg and held on tight.
He finished off her spanking with the brush. He knew she was already very sore, so he didn’t spank her too hard. He didn’t have to. He’d made his point, this was just to drive it home a little. He stopped after twenty or so smacks, and rubbed her back gently, whispering to her until she calmed down. When her breathing had returned to almost normal, he kindly helped her to her feet, and gathered her in his arms. He smoothed her hair back, and wiped the tear streaks from her face. “Are you ready to be my good girl again?” he whispered against her damp cheek.
“Yes sir,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry,”
His mouth covered hers and he swallowed her words. He kissed her tenderly, his hands cupping her burning butt cheeks. Squeezing and kneading the hot globes, he instructed her to bend back over the bed.
Danielle whimpered, but did as she was told. Glancing nervously over her shoulder, her trembling voice betrayed her fears. “Are you going to spank me more?”
“Turn around,” he ordered, and she did. “If I feel like spanking you more, I will.“ He came up behind her and entered her roughly, reaching forward and grabbing her hair with his left hand. In the dark, he could hardly see his wedding ring glinting in his wife’s tangled hair. He used his free hand to smack her cherry-red ass while he fucked her. He was being rougher than usual. Showing her who’s in charge. Who fucks who around here.
She cried out when he landed a particularly hard smack on her left cheek. “Ohh, it hurts so bad when you spank me,” she half-complained between gasps and moans.
“Good.” Jackson replied gruffly. He kept slapping her bottom, fucking her hard. When he finished, he pulled out and gave her another ten hard smacks before letting her up. He loved to watch her squeal and try to dance away.
She was panting and her face was flushed when he did finally let her up. “Baby,” she said as they climbed into bed together.
“Yes my love?” he replied softly, stroking the side of her face gently.
Turning her face up towards his, she grinned mischievously. “I didn’t come,”
He smiled at her. “I know. Did you think that was for your pleasure? You’re being punished tonight, but just because you’re in trouble doesn’t mean I have to go without what I want.”
Wow. This was a first! He’d never used anything sexual in a discipline context. She couldn’t explain why, but that really turned her on! She must have made a weird face, because Jackson raised an eyebrow at her.
“Why are you making that face?” he wanted to know.
“Because I’m really turned on, and I want you to make me come!” she complained. “Come on…I want you!”
“I don’t want to make you come, because you’re a naughty girl and you don’t deserve to come.” he told her sternly. “Now stop whining and go to bed before I spank you again.”
“Can I make myself come?” she whispered.
He smiled, thankful for the darkness so that she couldn’t see. “No, you absolutely may not. Goodnight little girl.”
Danielle decided it probably in her best interest to let it go, so she did. “Goodnight sir.” she murmured into his chest as she snuggled in close. It didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep, her bottom still hot and sore.
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