by Jenny Plumb
“Peanut butter and jelly is better.”
He pulled a pocketknife out of their backpack, and handed it to her. “Time for you to go cut a switch, my naughty little wife.”
Blushing, her eyes darted around the woods for anyone who might have heard.
“Go on,” Jay said. “No one is around for miles, and even if there were, the sound of the creek is going to drown out any smacking noises we might make.”
She slid off the log and muttered to herself, “How am I supposed to know what will make a good switch?”
“Trial and error,” Jay called after her. “Maybe bring three or four.”
“Great,” she whispered while rolling her eyes, and went in search of whippy little tree branches.
By the time she’d collected three possible switches, he’d finished eating. He patted his lap. “Right over here.”
She took a deep breath, and one more look around before walking over to him. After handing over the switches, she let him guide her across his legs. His hand rubbed her backside for a few seconds, before he started spanking.
When the first smack landed, Cora’s eyes popped wide open at the sound. It seemed so much louder than when they were inside, like the sound could spread for miles instead of being contained in four walls.
“Jay,” she said urgently while he smacked her again. “It’s too loud. Yellow, it’s too loud.”
He stopped swatting, but when she pushed to get up, he held her in place. “Cora, sweetheart, just take a minute to think about this, okay?”
Her entire body was tense, but she did stay still.
“You’re overreacting,” he said calmly. “No one is around to hear us, but if it makes you that uncomfortable, let’s try something else. Instead of several light swats, I’ll give you six hard swats, but I’ll space them out so it won’t be a bunch of noise all at once.”
That sounded like a much better idea to her. “Yeah, okay.”
Jay put his shoulder into it, and gave her a full force spank on the right side.
“Mmph!” She tried to stifle her yelp, but the strength behind the blow had surprised her. Her entire body had been jolted forward, and it had hurt. But then his hand was rubbing the spot he’d hit, and she had plenty of time to get past the initial pain before his hand smacked the left side of her butt.
“Ah!” Her legs kicked a few times with that one, but again there was enough time after the strike for her to settle. Her ears strained to hear any kind of human sounds coming their way, but heard nothing.
“Ow! Jay, it really hurts,” she whined when the next smack landed.
He patted her butt gently. “I know sweetheart, but you’re only getting six, and you’re doing a great job. Plus, I think you’d be disappointed if you couldn’t feel the burn for at least part of the hike back.”
Unfortunately, she knew he was right. “Oh, ow!” She wiggled and then took a deep breath to fortify herself for the last two smacks.
“Good girl.” He gave her another hard whack.
“Ah! Crap that hurts.”
“Mmm hmm,” Jay agreed. “I’m sure it does. Maybe you’ll think twice before stealing my lunch next time.”
She thought that was highly unlikely, but kept it to herself. “Ow!”
A solid minute after the last swat landed, he said, “Ready to try out the switches?”
She whimpered but nodded.
After a couple of smacks with each one, Cora decided that switches were no fun at all.
Sunday morning, Cora woke up alone in bed. She looked at the clock and realized that her husband had let her sleep in. Smiling, she snuggled deeper into the covers and enjoyed the warmth and comfort. If someone had told her two weeks ago that her husband was going to spank her in the woods, and she was going to enjoy it, she would have thought they were insane. Over the first half of December, she’d gained a lot of confidence in herself, in her husband, and in her kink.
Soon the need to pee forced her out of bed and away from her contemplation. After a stop in the bathroom, she went to go get coffee and find her husband. She found him in the kitchen with his laptop.
“Morning. Thanks for letting me sleep in.” She went to the coffeepot.
“I just woke up about half an hour ago myself.”
“Do I get to open number fourteen?”
He glanced at his watch and said, “Why don’t you drink your coffee first? Then open it.”
She looked at the advent calendar suspiciously, but sat down with him to enjoy her favorite beverage.
“Now?” she asked when her coffee was gone.
He looked at his watch again. “Sure.”
She pulled out the drawer. “Spanked at the top of every hour.” Her pulse went up, and her stomach fluttered pleasantly.
Jay walked over and said in her ear, “All day today, whenever my watch beeps to let us know it’s the top of the hour, you’re going over my knee for a spanking.”
Her breathing increased, and everything below the waist clenched in anticipation of the delicious promise.
“We’re going to make sure you get spanked in every room of our apartment at least twice, and if we have to go out somewhere today, you may end up over my knee in the car.”
She shook her head, but then froze when his watch beeped.
He grinned. “Ten o’clock, babe. Time for your first spanking of the day.” He pulled a kitchen chair out, sat down, and patted his lap.
Feeling extremely turned on, she went to him, and let him tip her over his lap.
Spanking her lightly on top of her pajamas, Jay said, “I’m going to spank you in the living room, the entryway, the bathroom, the bedroom, the office, the hall, the little laundry room, and even on the stairs.”
She moaned and pushed her butt up to meet his hand.
“It won’t matter what you’re doing, when the watch goes off, it’s spanking time, and it’s not going to matter if you’re still sore from the last one.”
“Oh, God,” she mumbled and squirmed to try to get some friction on her clit.
He paused long enough to pull her pajama bottoms and panties down, and then started spanking on bare skin.
“And absolutely no sex until I put you to bed right after your last spanking at ten o’clock tonight.”
Waves of pleasure rushed through her, and she knew there was no way she’d last all day without sex. “Please, Jay, I really need… Oh! I-I can’t wait all day,” she begged while he continued to spank. “Please, please don’t make me wait all day.”
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll help take the edge off for now.” He stuck his right hand down between her legs and found her clit with his index finger, while he used his left hand to continue slapping her bottom.”
“Oh God, Jay, that’s… that’s amazing.” She spread her legs as far as she could, and arched her back to give him better access. The multiple sensations quickly overwhelmed her, and fifteen seconds later she was crying out in ecstasy as he brought her to climax.
He slowly took his hands away, and rubbed her pink behind. “Well I’d say that was a good start to a day of spanking.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, already looking forward to eleven o’clock.
By the time ten o’clock in the evening rolled around, Cora was quite sore, completely horny, and more than ready to get in bed with her husband for some sex before falling into a deeply satisfying sleep.
Chapter 5
Monday morning, Cora was praying for a non-spanking slip of paper in the advent calendar, because her ass definitely needed a break. She didn’t take the initiative to open drawer number fifteen, and waited until Jay brought it up.
“Buy an implement at the store,” she read aloud with relief.
He chuckled and patted her bottom very gently. “I knew you’d need a break after yesterday.”
She leaned in to kiss him. “But yesterday was so good. It’s one that I’d like to do again someday, just not anytime soon.”
Pointing at her slip of paper he
said, “I want you to go to the store right after work today, and you can’t buy anything other than the implement.”
“Oh.” That was a little more difficult for her. If she could toss in some groceries along with an innocuous spanking implement, it wouldn’t be a problem, but it would be a little uncomfortable for her to buy a spanking implement by itself. She’d know exactly what it was going to be used for, which meant she’d probably be blushing as she was checking out.
“And no self check out. You have to go through a regular line and actually make small talk with the checker while he or she puts your implement in a bag.”
“Jay,” she whined.
“None of that, now,” he said gently. “You can be brave and do this.”
She leaned against his chest. “Okay, I’ll try.”
“If you can’t buy it at all, or if you end up going through the self check out, I’m going to make you write a hundred lines of ‘Strangers can not read my mind’ tonight.”
That night it took her a full thirty-two minutes to buy one plastic ruler, but it was worth it when Jay told her how proud he was when she got home.
“Erotic spanking,” Cora read on Tuesday morning. She grinned and glanced at her husband. “We kind of did that on Sunday with the uh… well with me over your lap… and um… us in the kitchen.”
He pulled her in for a deep kiss. “You surprised me with that one. I had no idea you’d be that excited about getting spanked every hour.”
“It was really hot,” she said softly.
“Yes it was. But I don’t want to do the same thing twice for the advent calendar, and I had been planning to have you over my knee while I spanked you and got you off. So now I’m thinking it’s going to be you naked and kneeling on the bed with your ass in the air, while I come in from behind and spank you with each trust of my hips.”
She hid her bright red face against his shirt and whispered, “That sounds pretty hot too.”
The following morning after Cora read the slip of paper for number seventeen, she looked up at her husband with uncertainty. “Master/slave roleplay?”
“Maybe roleplay isn’t the right word. I don’t want to pretend that it’s the eighteenth century and I bought another human being. But I do want to explore the Master/slave dynamic in the BDSM realm.”
“I don’t know, Jay…” she hedged. “The whole Master/slave thing always sounds so… harsh and unloving to me.”
He kissed her forehead and said, “Sweetheart, I don’t think ‘harsh and unloving’ could ever happen between you and me, no matter what games we’re playing.”
“I do agree with you there.”
“All the things I want to try tonight are very mild, and if you’re not enjoying yourself once we start, use your safewords.”
She bit her lip while thinking it over, and eventually agreed. “Okay, we can try it.”
After work, Cora nervously tidied the house and worried about their upcoming evening. For the first time since starting the advent calendar, the undercurrent of excitement she usually felt wasn’t there. Wanting to distract herself, she started chopping vegetables to make a stir-fry for dinner.
By the time Jay got home, Cora had calmed somewhat, and had a smile for him when he said, “Smells good. When will it be ready?”
“Ten minutes or less.”
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. “I’d like to start our roleplay during dinner if you’re up for it.”
Her nerves came rushing back, but she told herself she owed it to both of them to at least give this a try. “Okay.”
“Call me when it’s ready,” he said as he went to change out of his suit.
She spent the next ten minutes repeating her husband’s earlier assertion that anything they did together would be loving.
“It’s done!” she called out as she set the food on the table.
Jay came into the kitchen holding a pillow. He set it on the floor by his chair and said, “Ready?”
Curious, she nodded.
“I’d like you to be naked, but I know that’s probably too much for you, so instead I’d like you to strip down to your underwear and bra.”
“In here?” she asked, looking around their little kitchen.
“Yes. You can fold up your clothes as you take them off, and put them on the seat of your kitchen chair.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then started to take her clothes off. Once she was standing in her bra and panties, she looked over at Jay.
“Good girl,” he praised. He pointed at the pillow and said, “I want you to kneel on this pillow during dinner, and keep your hands behind your back while I feed you.”
Her stomach twisted unpleasantly, but she forced herself to kneel down and give it a try.
“My good little slave,” he mumbled as he sat in the chair next to her and started to dish up food onto two plates.
Her lip curled in distaste at his choice of words. And then when he took several bites of dinner, and hummed in appreciation, a jolt of irritation shot through her. She’d been the one to cook that dinner, she was hungry, and now she had to wait until he decided to feed her?
“Ready for a bite?” he asked gently.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
With a scowl she said, “Yes, Sir.”
“How about yes, Master?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He put his fork down, pushed his chair back and said, “If you’re going to be a disobedient and disrespectful slave, then you’re going to go over my lap for a spanking.”
“Red.” She shook her head again. “This is a red.”
“Okay,” he said gently, “We’ll stop.”
She pushed herself up to stand, grabbed her clothes, and held them in front of her. “I don’t like this, and I’m not going to do it.”
“I heard you,” he said carefully. “And we don’t have to ever try it again.”
“I want to go change,” she said uncertainly, as if asking permission.
“I think that’s a good idea. Why don’t you go put on some pajamas, and then we can eat dinner together, and talk about what went wrong.”
“Okay.” She slunk past him, rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom. As soon as her pajamas were on, she felt more like herself, and then she started to feel silly for freaking out the way she had. She slowly made her way back downstairs, trying to figure it all out. In the kitchen, she found the pillow gone, and there was a plate with silverware in front of her usual chair.
Jay stood when she came in the room, and pulled her chair out for her. “Feeling better?” he asked.
Loving his kind gesture and patient tone, she knew the answer to that question was a resounding yes. “Much better, thank you,” she said as she sat down.
“Good.” He sat next to her, and put a comforting hand on her knee. “What happened?”
“I honestly don’t know. But when you called me ‘slave’ it… turned my stomach. I won’t be owned by anyone. Not even you.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “We’ll never try that one again.”
She bit her lip. “But… if it’s really exciting for you, maybe we should.”
“I think it sounds fun, but it’s not a huge turn on for me, and I could never enjoy myself if I knew you were miserable.”
“Yeah, me either.”
“Then it’s settled. No master/slave play for us. Let’s eat, and then watch some cheesy Christmas movie to relax.”
“Okay.” She started dishing up food onto her plate.
The next morning Cora was pleased to see the words, ‘Boss/secretary roleplay’ on the slip of paper from drawer number eighteen.
“I can already tell from your smile that tonight is going to be much better than last night,” Jay said.
“You know I started out as a secretary before getting the human resources position.”
“I do know. Did you do a
nything spank-worthy during that year? Something you felt guilty about, or something your boss never found out about?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Nope. I was a model employee. But I know that I’d feel incredibly guilty if I made any kind of big mistake at work. If that happens in the future, I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to spank me to help me get over it.”
“I somehow doubt that’s ever going to happen, but rest assured that if it does, I’ll take care of you. So what naughty thing should my secretary have done?”
“Hmm… How about making a mistake on a multi-line phone that ends up costing my boss a client? You know, talking to the wrong person about the wrong thing.”
Jay nodded. “I can see that. What if you were talking to your sister on line one when a client calls on line two? After putting the client through to your boss, you get back on line one and start ranting about what an ass that client is, only to find out that the client is still on the line because you transferred your sister to your boss.”
“Oh God,” Cora said, “That would be awful, definitely spank-worthy. Especially if I’m not supposed to get personal calls at work.”
“You know you’re earning yourself extra spanks, right?”
She laughed. “That seems to be my specialty.”
Friday morning, as Cora pulled out drawer number nineteen after breakfast, she thought Jay looked a bit nervous. “Doctor/patient medical roleplay.”
“This one is probably more for me than for you,” he admitted. “And there’s something specific that I’d like to do, but I know it’s not your favorite.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I know you’re not up for any kind of anal play, but I’d really like to take your temperature that way during the roleplay. Well, actually I’d like you to argue with me about it during the roleplay, so I can spank you before I do it, but I’ll understand if you simply can’t agree.”
Blushing at the thought, she bit her lip and slowly nodded. “I’ll think about it.” The truth was she did think about anal play sometimes, but it was just so excruciatingly embarrassing that she could barely admit it to herself, let alone admit it to her husband. But this whole month had been about exploring their kink, and maybe that should include this particular kink.