Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

I haven't been around too much. There seems to be much to do as Mollie nears graduation. Pictures, parties, shopping, hair appointments, and if she wants me around I'm delighted to be there! We're having a party for her and her two roommates Saturday and then Sunday is graduation - it's Mother's day too, but not what's on my mind at the moment. There is news about Nick and me - we're good, but more about that later. On a Cassie note, I am over at Megan Michael's today with another excerpt from Cassie's influence.

Today's Fantasy Friday story is from an old friend K. She isn't active in blogland these days that I know of, but who know maybe she'll get in touch again. I really enjoyed her story.

The Helpful Husband

Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.


So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots. 

Kit

Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that. 

Love you baby,

Joey

Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.

~o~

K thank you for this story. I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. K used to write  The Naughty Side of K, I haven't heard from K in years and I don't think that the blog has been updated since 2009. I hope some of you are writing, please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

New Friend

* I'm over at Natasha Knight's today, Wednesday, with another excerpt from Cassie's Influence.

I want to tell you about a new blog today – this isn’t my job, Ronnie has been kind enough to do this for us. But today I have a special connection. So allow me to introduce you to Kate and her blog Quietly Surrendering. But I have introduced her to you before. Kate was kind enough to write a Fantasy Friday story for us a short while ago. The story was Busted, you can go back and check it out here.

This is what I said about her in the introduction … prophetic?

At this time she wishes to be anonymous, but she did share that, “I have been married to my high school sweetheart for almost 20 years.  We have two kiddos and live in the West.” I’m hoping she really enjoyed writing this story and might just pop in again – shoot you know me, I’ll be trying to talk her into blogging before its over.

But I can’t take any credit for this one – it was her idea completely and I’m so happy she has taken the plunge. I hope you’ll go by and welcome Kate to the neighborhood.

After that I’m over at J.S. Maylee’s today with another excerpt from Cassie’s Influence. If you have time please come by there. It should be live around 9 AM.

A really good day

It's always a good day when another book comes out and Cassie’s newest book is out – Cassie’s Influence. I like telling my readers here about it because here I can call it’s Cassie’s book and you all understand. Cassie’s pretty real to me and here is where I can totally be myself – you all don’t seem to mind my kind of crazy and I thank you.

 I wanted to give you an excerpt. Several people are hosting me this next week and there will be a different excerpt at each one if you want to drop by and read I’ll include the links on the days they’re up.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from...

I'm a sucker for fresh flowers. I love having them around and sometimes order them for the house myself. Tom is good about sending me flowers too, but it's not something he does all the time. So I was delighted one afternoon to open the door to the flower delivery boy. I was excited as I slipped the bow from around the box and opened the lid to find beautiful apricot roses. I really had no idea why Tom had sent them. It wasn't a special occasion and there had been no excessive spanking for which he could be trying to make up, so I was stumped. I opened the card to find the following message:

Tom dear,


Your physique is already perfect. But I enjoy watching you work on it.

 Love,


N

What in the world? Who the hell was 'N' and why was she looking at my husband's physique? It seemed to me that this time Tom had a little explaining to do.

I took the flowers out and arranged them in a vase. I fixed up a little, as I usually do before Tom arrived home, and waited to hear what my dear husband was going to have to say about this. I greeted him at the door with a kiss and a glass of wine. "How was your day, sweetie?" I asked.

"Very normal," Tom answered, "and yours?"
"Oh mine was full of surprises," I told him as I pointed to the flowers.

Tom looked at them curiously. "Now just who is sending my beautiful wife flowers?" he asked with a grin. Matching him grin for grin, I handed him the card.

As he quickly scanned it, he lost his grin and for one of the few times in our lives together I saw Tom blush. "Anything you'd like to share with me, dear?" I asked as I waited for some comment. I simply can't tell you how very much I enjoy the next few moments as Tom, blushing like a schoolboy, began stuttering and stammering to explain. I had to laugh at his efforts. Tom, so in control, always knows exactly what to say and is never, ever flustered. But this had him tongue-tied.

I sat on the couch and invited Tom to join me as I began teasing him. "Drink your wine, dear. Do you need another minute to get your story straight? Or will I have to take you over my knee to get the whole truth?"

"Now, honey, you know... This is ridiculous... This person is..." I was totally enjoying Tom's inability to articulate.

"Now, Tom, just take a deep breath," I told him, "Let's start at the beginning. Your new girlfriend, N, what does N stand for?"

"Cassie..."

"No, honey," I interrupted. "Cassie's my name. You can't go around getting us mixed up or you could find yourself in some very uncomfortable situations."

~~

Donna Steele is a non-spanko writer who is a good friend and she agreed to put an excerpt up for her readers – if you have a chance run by and leave a comment. I don’t want them to think I’m the only crazy spanko around!

You can find all the Cassie books at: 

Blushing Books

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Fantasy Friday - How did he get so good - Guy's story

AFTER you've read Rosie's story, please come by the Reading Room. It's a big day.

We're here for a very special Saturday Fantasy Friday! If you didn't see the first part go here and read Lizzie's story first. You can also real a little about our writer the week, Rosie.  Rosie and I have a lot in common and I'm looking forward to getting to know her better. But for now please enjoy this special extra story...

Guy’s story

The day started off so well. I had planned to spend the morning at my desk, working on a new project, while Lizzie, my wife, took her mother shopping in the nearby town. As she was leaving, I reminded her not to be late back and she smiled as she promised to be on time. At two o’clock this afternoon Lizzie would lay herself over my lap, presenting her beautiful bare bottom for a spanking.

 

If anyone had told me two years ago that I’d soon be spanking my wife, I’d have sent for the men in white coats to take them away. I was brought up to believe that boys shouldn’t hit girls and that men who hit women were the lowest of the low. It would never have occurred to me to hit Lizzie and I was shocked to the core when she asked me to spank her. We had been watching an old movie when a scene came up where the guy spanked the girl.  Lizzie turned to me and asked, “Would you spank me?” The very idea was repugnant to me but she said she’d always wanted to be spanked, she just hadn’t known how to bring it up. I flatly refused but my wife is nothing if not tenacious. She chipped away at me and, eventually, I caved in and agreed to give it a try. She assured me she wasn’t asking me to beat her, just to make her bottom sting enough to turn her on. 

Foolishly, I thought that, whilst the idea of being spanked might appeal to her, she wouldn’t like the reality. I was wrong, the evidence was right there, between her thighs. It certainly livened up our sex life and, over time, I began to relax and enjoy it. Lizzie says that once I got over my squeamishness I became a real bossy boots. If that’s so, it wasn’t consciously, nor was it a conscious action the day I first spanked her for real. She’d been giving me grief about a decision that hadn’t gone her way and she was seriously trying my patience. Before I knew what I was doing, I had hauled her over my knee, spanking her hard over her jeans. I thought she’d come up spitting tacks but, instead, she was soft and contrite, murmuring her apologies into my neck. I told her I should spank her more often. And I do. She’s always been headstrong but, nowadays, if a discussion gets heated so does her bottom.

Being spanked seems to keep her centred, so every few days she goes across my knee, supposedly for a reminder of who’s the boss but, really, just because it makes her happy. I don’t get it but there’s no denying it works.

After waving Lizzie off, I went into our office and sat at my desk. Lizzie runs our home like clockwork and attends to all the household paperwork. She had left me a couple of letters to sign. I reached for the handsome fountain pen she bought me some years ago and remembered I was running low on ink. I’d call her and ask her to get some.

That’s where it all went pear-shaped.

Lizzie doesn’t use her phone in the car, though there’s an integrated system installed. She says she needs all her concentration for driving and I can’t argue with that. I sent a text for her to pick up later. To my annoyance, I heard it arrive on her phone, which she’d left on her desk. We have a rule that she takes it with her every time she leaves the house, not so I can keep tabs on her but so I know that she is safe.

The rule was made some time ago, when I had business in town and we arranged to meet for lunch afterwards. I wasn’t unduly worried when she didn’t turn up on time, punctuality is not her strong suit, but after fifteen minutes I became concerned. I called her phone but after ringing for a while it went to voicemail. I checked the traffic app on my phone and saw a long red line on the route towards the town. What was worse was the little icon that showed the hold up was caused by an accident. My instinct was to go out and look for her but I knew that, logically, the best thing to do was to stay put. I love Lizzie more than life and the thought that she might be the one at the front of that queue, injured or worse, tormented me until she came through the door thirty-five minutes later. She was full of apologies for not being able to contact me; she’d forgotten her phone. That night in bed, I rolled her over onto her stomach and laid several hard spanks on her bottom. She knew what it was for.

We don’t have many rules but she seems to have trouble with this one. I have paddled her a few times and this is the last straw. She’ll get more than a sting in her tail today.

I call her mother. “Hello Lizzie,” she says “are you running late?”

“Mary, it’s Guy here. Lizzie’s on her way but she’s left her phone at home. Would you ask her to call me when she arrives?”

“Of course dear, anything else?”

“Yes, tell her she’s in big trouble.”

Mary giggles, “Oh Guy, you’re such a tease.”

I open my laptop and start to work. The minutes tick by and I drum my fingers on the desk; she should be there by now. I tap the traffic app with a feeling of déjà vu. The red line shows a hold-up but no indication of the cause. I call Mary again, telling her traffic is bad so that she doesn’t worry. She is a widow and Lizzie is her only child.

A long while later my phone rings and Lizzie’s face flashes on the screen.

“Lizzie,” I say, my voice flat.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry I forgot my phone again. Where did I leave it?”

“On your desk. I sent you a text and heard it arrive.”

“I’m really sorry. Mum will have her phone with her, you can get me on that if you need to and I’ll call you from her house before I come home.”

“Lizzie, you’re not going to wriggle out of this, we’ve been here too many times.”

We say our goodbyes, then I realise I’ve forgotten the ink.

I’ve just finished lunch when Lizzie phones to say she’s on her way back home. I go up to our bedroom, take the large bolster from the armchair and put it in the middle of the bed. It elevates her bottom to just the right angle. Then I pull out the toy box and take out the wooden paddle that I made myself. That was another of my unconscious decisions. I was buying timber for new shelving and happened to see an offcut of cherry wood. I don’t know what made the idea come into my head but I took it home and fashioned it into a paddle in my workshop, also known as the shed at the bottom of the garden. Lizzie hates it; it hurts more than the leather paddle and the effect lasts much longer. I recall my angry thought from this morning, that I’d put more than a sting in her tail, and also take out a butt plug and a tube of lubricant.

Her car pulls up on the drive and I go to the door to greet her. That’s another rule, neither of us goes in or out without kissing the other hello or goodbye at the door. She comes into the hall and I take her bags from her before pulling her into my arms for a kiss. She hugs me and apologises again for forgetting her phone.

“We’ll be discussing that soon enough. Right now, I want you to leave your parcels here and go upstairs. You know the drill.”

It is half an hour before the time I set for the reset spanking but the game plan for today has changed. This isn’t going to be the fun afternoon we envisaged when Lizzie left this morning. I intend to leave her to her thoughts until two o’clock. She’s a clever woman, she’ll work that out for herself.

The sight of Lizzie over the bolster never fails to take my breath away. I pat her bottom and tell her to come to the other side of the bed, where I stand her between my knees, holding her hands. She looks like a child waiting for a scolding and for a moment my heart melts. “You’ve always been a handful, you know that don’t you?”

She raises her head and smiles, “Guilty as charged, but you’ve always known that.”

I think back to all the flouncing, pouting and door slamming that could have been avoided if only I’d known the answer was there in my hands all along. “I should have spanked you long ago.”

Then I tell her I am going to spank her twice, first the reset and then for her carelessness with her phone.  I pat my lap and she lays herself over my knees. I rub and squeeze her bottom for a moment, before landing the first smack. When her bottom is a uniform shade of dark pink, I up the ante and switch to the leather paddle. She begins making little squawks of protest as I turn the paddle over to the heavy side. Soon she is wriggling and twisting away and I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. I turn my attention to her sit spots and tops of her thighs and her protests turn to pleas to stop. “That’s not how it works Lizzie, I decide when to stop.” After a quick volley up and down each cheek I toss the paddle aside and sit her on my lap. I hold her for a while, rubbing her back and telling her how much I love her. When her breathing slows to normal I tell her it’s time for the second round and lead her back over the bolster. “I’m going to give you twelve with the wooden paddle.” I hear her breath catch. That paddle hurts and even twelve will be a challenge for her.

I catch sight of her phone on the dresser and, on impulse, put it in her hand, “That’s what got you into trouble, think about that.” I hope the link between the phone in her hand and the pain in her behind will reinforce the message.

I tap her bottom with the paddle before bringing it down hard on her left cheek. She cries out in pain and continues to howl, as the rapid fire of eleven more strikes turns her bottom a deep crimson. She lies spent across the bolster, her breathing ragged. I give her time to recover a little, but I haven’t finished yet.

“Part your cheeks for me.”

She doesn’t move until I give her a warning smack. The lubricant is cold and she winces at its chill, resisting as I guide the butt plug towards its target. I pat her lightly and tell her not to fight it. When it is in place, I tell her she may come downstairs when she is ready but she is not to remove the plug until I give her permission.

I return to the office, where I slump at my desk. I won’t claim that punishing Lizzie hurts me as much it hurts her, that’s an old cliché, but it makes my heart sore. I open my laptop and stare at the screen. It will be a while before she stirs so I load a game of Solitaire to pass the time.

I hear her footfall on the stairs and look up as she hesitates in the doorway. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry,” she says, before her voice breaks and sobs fill her throat. I gather her into my arms and hold her tightly, “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you, it’s all over now.”

~o~

Rosie you did a wonderful job with this story. I really enjoyed it from both sides. I hope you'll write for us again and I hope I'll see you in comments sometimes. Thank you for sharing. Come on everyone - you know you can write one. Give it a try and sent it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - How Did He Get This good? Lizzie's story

Thank you Friday for finally getting here! You sure did take your time. But I shouldn't complain, it's here and we have a new Fantasy Friday story. Actually we have two stories, one for today and one for tomorrow.

I'm very pleased to he hosting Rosie this week. A little background on Rosie: She and her husband of more than forty years live and enjoy their empty nest in rural England. Although her husband turned down her first request to be spanked decades ago, the recent interest in 50 Shades and good old Sheldon spanking Amy on The Big Bang led him to rethink his initial refusal. I love the way Rosie put it, " Things evolved and a little discipline entered the mix, though we don't 'do' punishment. Mostly I'm spanked  just because it makes me happy." I don't guess we could ask for much more than that.

Please enjoy, Lizzie's Story and come back tomorrow for a special Saturday Fantasy Friday - this story from 'the other side of the paddle', Guy's story.

Lizzie’s story

How did he get this good?

I knew I was going to be spanked today; I had an appointment for two o’clock sharp. I wasn’t in trouble; it was a regular reminder of who is in charge in our house. Before I left home this morning my husband, Guy, warned me not to be late. Lateness incurs extra spanks.

I was taking my mother shopping and headed off with a light heart, looking forward to a spot of retail therapy. I hadn’t gone far when I came to a halt; traffic was at a standstill and I could see flashing blue lights ahead. My mother is a worrier, so I reached into my bag for my phone to warn her I was held up. To my horror, I realised I had left it at home and my stomach turned a few flip-flops. Guy is pretty easy-going but he is very hot on personal safety. One of our few rules is that I have my phone with me whenever I leave the house.  I’ve had several trips over his lap for being careless with this rule and didn’t relish the thought of going there again. I’d only be out for a few hours; maybe I’d get away with it. Oh, who was I kidding? My bottom was tingling already. I’d call him from Mum’s and confess, then maybe he’d be lenient with me.

It took a while for the traffic to clear and I arrived at my mother’s house too distracted to notice she didn’t seem fazed by the delay. I told her I’d left my phone at home and must ring Guy to let him know we’d have hers with us, otherwise I’d be in trouble. The corners of her mouth twitched in an attempt to keep a straight face, as she remembered she had a message for me. “Oh, you’re already in trouble dear, Guy phoned and told me to tell you that.” Mum loves Guy. He’s a wind-up merchant, always joking and teasing. She probably pictured him wagging his finger at me, scolding me with mock severity. Little does she know.

She left me alone to make my apologies to Guy, who swiftly dashed any hope of clemency. Of all the places I could have left my phone why, oh why, did it have to be on my desk? My desk in the office Guy and I share. He’d sent me a text soon after I left and heard the telltale trill of its arrival, revealing my guilt from a few feet away. He’d had plenty of time to stew and my bottom was going to pay the price. In my heart I know it’s no more than I deserve. His anger stems from his fear for my safety, not simply that I’ve broken a rule.

Mum and I had a pleasant morning in the mall. We both had our nails done and made a few purchases without denting our finances too much. I was particularly pleased with a pair of skyscraper heels, reduced in a sale. I’d tried to keep thoughts of the afternoon at bay but, as we sat down to an early lunch, I couldn’t help wondering when I would next be able to sit comfortably.

I am home now, half an hour before the appointed time, and have been sent straight upstairs. I am relieved; it will be over sooner than I thought. I like waiting for a fun spanking, the anticipation excites me, but waiting for a punishment makes me nervous. As I open the door, I see that Guy has prepared the room. The fat bolster is positioned on the bed with the wooden paddle next to it.

I take off my skirt and knickers and lay over the bolster, my bottom mooning the ceiling, and I wait. And I wait. And I wait some more.

I glance sideways at the clock on the nightstand and see that nearly fifteen minutes have passed. It finally dawns on me that we are not starting early; he is leaving me here to contemplate the error of my ways. We don’t do corner time but this is a very effective alternative. How did he get this good?

Guy used to be a dyed-in-the-wool spank-no and took a lot of persuading to try erotic spanking. He didn’t like it much at first but he liked the effect it had in the bedroom. It took him a while to overcome his natural instincts but, eventually, he began to enjoy it, not least because it makes me happy. I don’t know why it does; I think I’m just wired that way.

He had never been a pushover but, unless he felt strongly, he usually went along with what I wanted. As he gained confidence in turning my bottom red, a subtle shift occurred in our dynamic. He became more assertive and less likely to let me have my own way. That didn’t always sit well with me and I would make my displeasure known. One memorable day, I was giving him a really hard time when, by some sleight of hand, I found myself upended over his knee receiving some very sound spanks on the seat of my jeans. It’s hard to say which of us was the more shocked but there was no going back, the genie was out of the bottle, discipline had entered the mix.

Discipline makes me happy, punishment not so much. Since we started this thing I get a bit cranky if I’m not spanked for more than a few days. Guy prefers a contented wife, so over his lap I go for a good spanking, punctuated by some rubbing and fondling and a fair bit of laughter. Afterwards, all is right with my world and my equilibrium is restored. He’s also adept at delivering a short, sharp, shock to quell rebellion or a warning swat or two when I’m getting too close to a line.

Thankfully, punishment is rare. If I could only remember my phone every time I go out, it would be pretty much extinct. I hate punishment, not just because it hurts but also because I don’t like Guy to be disappointed in me. To top it off, it means a date with the cherry wood paddle.

I have a love/hate relationship with that thing. I love it because Guy made it himself.  It’s beautifully crafted, smooth and polished. I hate it for obvious reasons. 

The first time I made its acquaintance my bottom was simmering nicely, when a heavy thud made me squeal in shock.

“Yikes, what was that?”

‘What, this?” The other cheek received a similar blast.

“Owww, yes! What is that?”

He leant down and held it in front of my face.

“You bought a wooden paddle?”

“No, I didn’t buy it, I made it specially for you.”

“Ouch! It hurts!”

“Then be a good girl and you won’t feel it again.”

As I said, if only I could remember my phone every time I go out...

I hear his footsteps on the stairs and glance again at the time.  It is exactly two o’clock. The door opens and he comes to stand beside me. “Come round to the other side of the bed,” he says, patting my bottom. I stand up stiffly and do as I am told. Butterflies dance in my tummy as he stands me between his knees, taking my hands in his. I think I am in for a stern dressing down but, to my surprise, he says with a smile, “You’re a real handful, you know that don’t you?”

I smile back, “Guilty as charged, but you’ve always known that.”

“I have, and to think the remedy was in my own hands all the time. I should have spanked you long ago.”

He gives my hands a little shake, all levity gone. “I’m going to spank you twice. The first time for our arranged reset and the second to address your continuing carelessness with your phone.” He shifts backwards, patting his lap, and I lay myself obediently across his knees. He rubs and kneads my bottom for a while and then I jump as the first smack lands on my right cheek. When he has peppered every inch of my behind with his hand, I feel the coolness of the leather paddle as it glides over my well-warmed skin, before he raises it and brings it down with a loud crack. He spanks steadily, alternating cheeks, building up the heat. The paddle is double-sided, with different weights of leather on each side and, not for the first time, I wonder how the two sides deliver a different level of pain when the overall weight is the same. I always know when he switches to the heavier side, it has me wriggling and squirming in no time. I protest loudly as he wields the heavy side on my sit spots and the tops of my thighs, and before long I am begging him to stop. After a final flurry to remind me who decides when a spanking is over, he discards the paddle and sits me carefully on his lap. He rubs my back and tells me how much he loves me, but the respite is all too short.

“Time for the second round Lizzie, let’s get it over with.” He leads me back to the bolster. “I’m going to give you twelve with the wooden paddle.” In truth, I expected more; we’ve revisited this infraction more than once. It won’t be a walk in the park though, that thing hurts like the devil and my bottom is already throbbing from the reset. He takes my phone from the dresser and puts it in my hand. “This is what got you into trouble, think about that.” I feel a light tap, then yelp as an explosion of pain erupts in my left cheek. He delivers the remainder in quick succession, leaving me limp and gasping for breath as I wait for permission to rise.

“Part your cheeks for me.”

“What!” I am bewildered and don’t move. A sharp smack prompts me to do as I am told, tensing, as I feel the cold lubricant at my rear entrance and realise what is coming next. “Please, Guy, don’t,” I beg. I’m no stranger to a butt plug for play but he’s never used one for punishment before. “Relax, don’t fight it.” He inserts the plug fully and tells me I can remove my hands.

His voice is quiet but firm, “You may come downstairs when you are ready but you are not to remove the plug until I give you permission.” Then he is gone, leaving me thoroughly chastened and utterly submissive.

I ask myself again, “How did he get this good?”

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