by Lola Starr
His words only served to provoke further arousal as she headed up the stairs. The tears of shame continued to fall from her eyes while she lay in bed waiting. It was bad enough seeing David’s disappointment but enduring yet another spanking, in less than a week, made her wonder if this whole saga would ever end. She’d never expected to experience this type of feeling and wished she could go back to how things were before he’d ever spanked her. The more she tried to turn off her arousal with thoughts of pain and shame, the stronger it became. She heard his footsteps approach but it seemed to take forever for him to come into the room, not that she was in any hurry for his arrival. Hopefully, her body would behave itself this time.
“I’m very disappointed to have to do this again,” he said as he walked across the room to the closet. “Since the lesson didn’t stick, I’m going to have to do something more drastic to teach you to behave.”
She wondered what he meant but he was silent as he approached her again. He sat on the bed and pulled her across his lap, her bottom in the air.
“You’re going to get a spanking now, tonight. You’ll also get a paddling tomorrow morning. And every morning, until you’ve proved that you understand the importance of what I’ve explained to you. Hopefully, that won’t be long.”
Her heart dropped. Paddled every morning. She’d heard of maintenance spankings before but never dreamed she be one of those wives. How would she ever find time to process these odd feelings and make them go away if David was going to simply bring them back to the surface every day? As her mind drifted into a fantasy of how the paddle would feel against her bottom, she closed her eyes and forced her mind back to the situation at hand.
“I need you to put our marriage first. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she responded with her face almost on the floor.
“I’m going to make sure that you remember,” he said, then swung the belt against her bottom.
She cringed in response. She was wearing a skirt that didn’t offer much protection from the thick leather belt he held, nor did her panties. He began to spank her back and forth between the sides of her bottom, in rhythmic strokes that left a terrible sting. The sting turned into a burn, and she began to whimper each time the belt struck her.
He paused, and for half a minute the only sound in the room was her soft crying. He lifted her skirt up past her waist then tugged her panties down to expose her bottom. With the same steady rhythm, he swung the belt against her bare flesh, turning her whimpers into loud cries. He held her firmly on his lap, preventing her from squirming away from the strokes. Being in this position of helplessness made her arousal impossible to ignore. She wanted to reach up and block the belt from hitting her and the knowledge that she couldn’t made her burn with desire.
As that desire burned, so did the flesh all across her bottom and thighs, and he continued spanking her relentlessly as her sobs grew louder, her squirming grew stronger, and the wetness began to seep from her inner thighs. She couldn’t help the squirming; it was a natural response to painful strokes of his belt. He showed no sympathy or any signs of slowing down. Her bottom was on fire now, and she had deep red stripes all across it. Her sit spots were throbbing and she grew hoarse from crying. Soon, she no longer had the strength to squirm and her body collapsed against his legs in complete submission. That was what he wanted to see.
The spanking was over, but she remained on his lap with her burning red bottom high in the air in front of him. Her crying was as much from disappointment in herself as it was from the pain. The thought of being spanked again in the morning made her shudder and she hoped he would reconsider. As her crying softened and she calmed down, he lifted her up to cradle her in his arms. He brushed the hair away from her wet face and gently rubbed the burning skin on her bottom. If he noticed the wetness, he gave no indication of it. Soon, she was quiet and calmly lying against his chest as he rocked her in his lap.
“I tried to stay out of it,” she finally squeaked out. “I’ll do better. I promise.”
“Well, at least you didn’t lie this time,” he said dryly. “And I’ll be making sure you do better, you can count on that.”
He lifted her chin and kissed her, then helped her to her feet. Her dress fell loosely down over her tender bottom, and she stepped out of her panties, which had fallen to her ankles. David looked her directly in the eye.
“You know the drill. Change and get to bed. I’ll be up later.”
Her bottom throbbed and burned, and she had to move slowly as she got ready for bed. She felt completely defeated. Her marriage to David was important to her. What on earth had happened to her during these last few weeks? Climbing into bed carefully, she hugged the pillow against her head as she thought about the day’s events. From now on, her mornings would include being paddled, along with a need to keep hiding her arousal. The feelings of guilt and shame nearly dwarfed her physical pain, and she felt more determined than ever. This wouldn’t happen again. She wouldn’t put anything ahead of her relationship David, the punishments would end, and things would go back to normal.
She was still awake when David finally came to bed. After he slid into bed, she curled up next to him as he put his arms around her. She lifted her head enough to bring their lips together, and he seemed surprised at her affection.
“So, no hard feelings, huh?” he said, briefly lifting his lips away from hers. She shook her head in response. She didn’t dare say it out loud, but she was aching to feel him inside of her. Her body needed release, and she knew if it didn’t get it, her humiliation the next morning might be unbearable.
Content to cooperate with her, David kissed her deeply and squeezed her breasts as he cradled her against him. Moving his lips down her neck, he planted warm, wet kisses that made her melt into him. He gently lifted her gown up over her head and tossed it onto the floor, along with his own shirt. She winced a bit as he lay her down on her back, but the pain only lasted a moment and she forgot it immediately.
Her hardened nipples rubbed against his bare chest as he held his body over hers while they kissed. He pushed down his boxers, revealing his rock-solid cock, and she took it in her hand to stroke it while his lips moved across her chest. She let out a gasp as he took a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips. Her hand gripped his cock tightly as she writhed with pleasure. The wetness between her thighs didn’t bother her now; she welcomed his touch as his fingers slid into her and were soon covered with her juices.
He pulled her legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit before sliding it slowly into her. She pressed herself into him, desperate to relieve the ache that had bothered her for hours now. As his cock stretched her, she moaned with relief and pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed all the way into her. Their moans filled the room and the bed creaked from the movement of his body as he drove into her. His breath warmed her neck as she pulled him close and kissed him.
With a swiftness that stunned her, her body was close to climaxing. Sensing it, he picked up speed and pumped into her hard, taking her breath away as the muscles throughout her body tightened. She erupted with a loud cry, a powerful orgasm pulsating through her. Almost immediately, he climaxed as well, and he cried out as his cum filled her, mixing with her juices as his movements slowed. Their drenched bodies clung to each other while they tried to catch their breath. Her behavior had surprised him as much as it had her, and he wondered what had come over her. Exhausted from the events of the evening and now thoroughly satisfied, she fell asleep before he could ask.
She awoke the next morning to the sound of his alarm going off. He reached out sleepily to shut it off, then stretched and yawned.
“Good morning,” he said, still half asleep. She sat up as well, suddenly remembering that he was going to paddle her each morning and wondering awkwardly how it would happen. He had already stood up and gone into the bathroom. She felt unsure about whether she should wait fo
r him before leaving the bedroom. After several minutes had passed and he still hadn’t come back out, she decided to go downstairs to start breakfast.
She fumbled her way through the kitchen, feeling completely out of place. Would David remember his decision? She felt sure he would but was curious about what would happen if he forgot. He hadn’t given any clear instructions about how she should prepare in the morning and that left her tripping over her own feet. When he finally walked into the kitchen, she had barely started cooking.
“Good morning,” he said again, this time fully awake. “No coffee?”
She looked at the coffee machine and realized she hadn’t turned it on. With a groan, she darted over to get it started, and then rushed back to the stove, only to realize she hadn’t put any cheese in the omelets she was making.
“I’m going to need a few extra minutes,” she said, grabbing some shredded cheddar from the fridge and sprinkling it onto the top of the omelets. That’ll have to do. David had filled his mug with hot coffee and sat down, and she quickly poured a cup for herself before joining him. They sat in silence, sipping coffee while David looked at his phone and Samantha looked at him. By the time they’d finished their omelets, he still had not brought up her paddling. She stood up to clear the table, feeling a twinge of disappointment that she quickly buried.
“I need to leave for work a little early today,” he said, standing up and bringing his dishes to the sink. “Before I go, we have some business to take care of.”
She stopped and looked at him. The tingling between her legs made her shift awkwardly as she waited for him.
“Go grab one of those large wooden spoons from the drawer and bring it back here.”
As she went to retrieve it, she realized in horror that her panties were already damp. Her cheeks burned in shame as she returned to the table with the spoon. He guided her down so that she was bent across the table, then administered 5 sharp swats to her bottom. It was enough to burn her already tender flesh, but once that had healed it would be no more than a sharp sting. He helped her back up to a standing position, rested his hands on her shoulders, and looked her square in the eye.
“I want you to be on your best behavior today. Is that understood? Now, go put away the spoon. I’ll see you tonight.”
He gave her a quick peck on the lips and left the kitchen, as she fought the sense of disappointment that had come over her. Maintenance spankings weren’t meant to be harsh; they were simply a daily reminder of the husband’s authority. She knew that, so why had she expected more? Wished for more is a better way to put it. Her stomach twisted with anxiety as she realized how hopeless she was to stop this strange feeling. Spanking wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable. She wanted to talk to someone, to find out if other women felt this way too, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being told that it was some sort of perversion.
She finished cleaning up the kitchen then went upstairs to get ready for the day. As she stood under the hot water in the shower, she allowed herself to admit what she was feeling. Obviously, ignoring it was not possible, so perhaps facing it head on would be more effective. Despite the extremely pleasurable night she’d shared with David, she now felt that longing once again. Feeling as guilty as ever, she started to rub herself to provide that release on her own. She brought to mind the night before, the embarrassment and pain she’d felt as she lay across David’s lap with her bottom exposed. She moaned in pleasure, savoring the feeling of the belt against her bottom as he held her down firmly in place to stop her from squirming away. Within a couple of minutes, she’d brought herself to a climax. The tension and aching desire had drained from her body, replaced with a sense of satisfaction and relief.
She took her time finishing the shower, feeling much better than she did previously and much more clearheaded. After getting dressed, drying her hair, and putting on a small amount of makeup, she went downstairs feeling refreshed and confident. She had allowed herself a few moments of pleasure, and now was able to put it all out of her mind for the first time since she’d been sent upstairs the night before. The rest of the day felt like things had gone back to normal. When David came home from work, the house was clean, dinner was waiting for him, and she greeted him with genuine cheerfulness. This was exactly what she had wanted, and the route by which she’d accomplished it was beside the point. Things were looking up for their marriage and she wouldn’t let that good feeling be spoiled.
Several days later, she faced the first test of her resolve. Mid-afternoon, she received a call from Sally. She was in a panic and needed Samantha’s help hiding a speeding ticket she’d gotten. Not only had she been speeding, but she had been coming home from a shopping trip that Nathan had forbidden.
“I’ve got to pay this before he finds out,” she pleaded through the phone. “If they send anything through the mail, I may not be able to hide it. But it’s $85! I can’t spend any more money this week.”
“Try to calm down,” Samantha said, her stomach in knots as she realized what Sally was asking of her. “You’re overreacting and not thinking clearly. If you hide this from him, it will just make things worse in the long run.”
“Forget about the long run. If I make it through this week, there’s a chance he’ll start trusting me to come and go freely again. Please don’t mess this up for me!”
“I’m not messing up anything,” she said, almost shaking with anxiety. I can’t give in this time. “I’m trying to help you. Even if I gave you the money, how would I explain that to David? He’d never agree to go along with this.”
“I’ll get it back to you somehow. David doesn’t have to know.”
Samantha took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It took all her emotional strength to respond to her sister’s outrageous request.
“No, Sally. I’m not giving you the money. Please don’t drag me into your problems, expecting me to fix them while you go on to make even more problems. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not lying to David or keeping anything from him.”
At first, she was met with silence. Then Sally exploded into a tirade against her. Calling her names, accusing her of being selfish. As difficult as it was, Samantha knew she had to stand firm. The cycle would never end otherwise.
“Sally,” she finally said, cutting her off. “I’m sorry that you have to worry about explaining this to Nathan, but it’s not my fault. You decided to go out against his wishes, to spend money you’d agreed not to spend, and then drive recklessly on your way home. You did it, so you can deal with the consequences.”
Sally abruptly hung up without another word, and Samantha felt so shaky that she had to sit down. She knew she’d done the right thing, but she felt horrible, as if she’d abandoned her sister. My marriage must come first. She repeated this to herself over and over throughout the rest of the afternoon, trying to get her mind onto other things. Keeping busy helped her somewhat, so when she’d finished what remained of the housework, she decided to cook something that required her to focus. With her attention zeroed in on the meal preparation, she chopped, stirred, and poured her way through her anxiety. Not only did it keep her mind busy, but it meant a nice dinner for David when he got home from work. The house was filled with the scent of baking lasagna by the time he arrived.
“Dinner smells good,” he said, coming into the kitchen and planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you. It’ll be done soon.”
“I’m gonna go upstairs and take a quick shower before we eat. I won’t be long.”
After a quick internal debate with herself, she decided to go upstairs and talk to David about what had happened. He was drying himself off when she walked into the bedroom. He looked good, and she took a moment to watch him before speaking.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, still unsure of how to broach the topic.
“Sure, what is it?”
She sighed. She really wanted all of it to go away but she needed to get it off her chest somehow.
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p; “Sally called me this afternoon, asking me to loan her money. She got a speeding ticket and wanted to get rid of it before Nathan saw it. I told her no, and we had a huge argument.”
“I can imagine. That’s probably the first time you’ve ever put your foot down with her.”
“David, I feel terrible. I know I’ve let her down, and the fact that it’s bothering me so much is making me feel guilty about us.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you coming home to a wife in a rotten mood. Even when I make the right choice, it still leaves me focusing on something other than our marriage. I don’t know what to do.”
He wrapped the towel around his waist and came over to her. He put his arm around her shoulder and lifted her chin to look at him.
“You can’t help it if something’s bothering you, especially if it’s about your sister. I understand that. I don’t expect you to only think about me all day every day. Besides, you’re not used to saying no to Sally. She’s still able to make you feel guilty about it, and that’s not going to change overnight.”
She grumbled to herself in response and he smiled.
“I’m really happy that you didn’t let her manipulate you into lying,” he said, hugging her close. “That’s what was causing so much trouble, not the fact that you care about your sister. It probably doesn’t help much, but I really appreciate you coming to me with the truth.”
His words actually did lift her spirits a bit. Talking to him had helped her feel less guilty about the whole thing, even though it still bothered her. She looked into his eyes and smiled before standing on her toes to kiss him.
“Let’s try to enjoy our evening,” he said, hugging her again before letting her go. “I’ll be down as soon as I put some clothes on. I’m starving.”
Samantha left the bedroom and went back downstairs to finish setting the table. Encouraged by his words, she was able to put Sally out of her mind, knowing she had no reason to feel guilty. She put the lasagna on the table, brought out a bottle of wine, and sat down to wait for David, determined to enjoy their dinner together.