by Lola Starr
“What are you doing?” she called out breathlessly, trying to twist around to face him. His hand pressed her back down firmly as another swat landed on her bottom. This one stung through the thin fabric of her pants. Without a word, he doled out several more swats before pulling her back up to look at him.
“That was for deliberately ignoring me when I said to call the service and cancel. Now you’re going to get a spanking for lying to me about it. Lie down across the bed.”
“Wait just a minute,” she said, her head spinning from confusion. “I get it. You’re upset. But you don’t need to—”
“Are you ignoring me again?” he cut her off, his eyes still piercing her. There was no anger in them, but they clearly communicated that he expected her to respond with obedience. “What were you just told to do?”
Her jaw dropped open as the reality of the situation hit her. He was in charge and would not tolerate her arguing with him. Suddenly worried that a third spanking might be forthcoming if she didn’t cooperate, she laid her upper body across the bed with her feet on the floor.
“Move your feet closer to the bed so your bottom is up higher. Push it up for me.”
As she quickly complied, she heard the jingle of his belt buckle. She turned her head and saw him picking the belt up from the dresser.
“Dawson, no,” she practically yelled. “Don’t use a belt!”
“I’ll use whatever I think you need. Turn back around and then tell me why you need a spanking. Say it out loud.”
He’s lost his mind. It was like a rug had been pulled out from underneath her. Her mind searched frantically for a way to regain control of the situation.
“Cailyn,” his tone was clearly a warning.
“I need a spanking...because...I lied to you,” she sputtered out, unsure of what else she could do except cooperate. After all, he’s just trying to make a point. He’s probably just bluffing with the belt so I’ll take him more seriously next time.
He wasn’t bluffing.
Chapter 4
The first swing of the belt took her breath away. Before she could catch it again, another came. Combined with the stinging that was already present from the swats she’d received from his hand, her bottom was starting to warm up. She reached around to rub it and got a swat on her hand.
“No rubbing. Lay there and take it. And keep your bottom up high!”
Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as Dawson continued to swing the belt. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and it took all her strength not to reach around and cover it. He alternated the strokes between her bottom and her upper thighs, making it harder to brace herself before each swing. A loud sob escaped her mouth as the burning grew more intense and she tried to quickly, roll away from him. He placed his hand firmly on her back to hold her in place. She continued to squirm with all her might, thinking if he grew frustrated enough he might stop. Once again, she had misjudged the situation.
Dawson stopped swinging the belt and reach around to the front of her pants. After unbuttoning them, he quickly tugged them down to her knees, exposing her reddened bottom.
“I didn’t want to use the belt on your bare bottom, but now you’ve earned it. You are not to pull away from me while you’re being spanked!”
He began swinging the belt again, and as it slapped against her bare bottom she cried out in pain, kicking her legs reflexively but unable to move away. The pain was much more intense without her pants on and she was sure her skin must have turned scarlet. With firm strokes, he continued spanking her bottom, eliciting loud sobs from her as he did. Her entire bottom throbbed and she no longer had the strength to squirm away from him. She sobbed into the damp bedspread, holding her bottom up in the air for him to spank as long as he saw fit.
Convinced that she’d learned her lesson, he decided he’d wrap things up. But first he administered 5 more strokes of his belt, pausing in between each of the long swings to let the burning set in. Her bottom was nice and red and she was no longer fighting him. He let go of her and stood up straight to put his belt onto his pants.
He sat down on the bed next to her, rubbing her bottom gently to soothe it as she kept her face buried. It was comforting but, at the same time, she felt embarrassed. She had just been spanked, like a child. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to debate the maid issue with him, but now she felt ashamed of herself for trying to manipulate him. He seemed to sense her turmoil and gently pulled her pants up before carefully lifting her up to a sitting position next to him. She winced as the bedspread rubbed against her tender bottom and was thankful for the material of her pants, thin though they were.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, placing his arm around her shoulder. “Do you understand why I had to spank you?”
She nodded and wiped her face with her sleeve. It was still too difficult to look him in the eye so she stared at her toes.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t actually come to this,” he said leaning his head down to catch her gaze. She continued to avoid it. “I think part of me hoped we’d just skip this process and just start agreeing with each other all the time.”
She chuckled slightly, realizing that’s what she’d been hoping for, too. She leaned into him, resting against his shoulder as he tightened his arm around her.
“There’ll be no more discussion of this housekeeping issue. It is simply a waste of money, Cailyn. So, I want you to actually call them now and cancel. Then,” he lifted her chin to make her look at him, “you’ll be calling all our friends to cancel for tonight. And you’re going to tell them why.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he put his finger to her lips to silence her. Her face began to burn with embarrassment at the thought of telling anyone what had just happened.
“Afterwards,” he said, fighting a smile, “we’ll enjoy an evening at home together.”
He looked at her expectantly until she squeaked out an affirmative response. He kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room. Once he was down the hall, she stood up and realized something had changed within her. He had put his foot down and that was that. But she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so attracted to him.
Chapter 5
She sat down next to Dawson on the sofa, her bottom still throbbing and sore but beginning to feel a little better. It had taken nearly an hour to call everyone to cancel the outing that night, although most of that time was spent summoning the courage to explain it to them. Once she had gotten through the first call, it wasn’t so bad. A little part of her enjoyed the submissiveness of taking orders from Dawson, although she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that just yet.
He stretched his arm around her shoulder as she leaned into him, snuggling up against him. It feels so good being close to him. He still smelled fresh from his shower and had on a soft white t-shirt. He hadn’t shaved, so his jaw was covered in the beginnings of stubble. His bright blue eyes rested on the TV, unaware that she was staring at him.
She reached her hand across to his abdomen, rubbing his six-pack with her fingers. He glanced down at her and she smiled broadly. He looked almost surprised but before he could say anything, she planted her lips on his. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she liked it. He returned her kiss, wrapping his other arm around her waist and holding her tightly against him. Her fingers began to play with the buckle of his belt, undoing it before moving on to the button of his jeans.
“Does this mean we’ve made up?” he asked, pulling his lips away for a moment.
Her smile was all the answer he needed. He reached down to unfasten her pants, kissing her neck as he pulled them down along with her panties. His fingers began to probe her, rubbing her while entering her just slightly. She gasped in response, pressing herself against his hand as it moved. She pulled her shirt up over her head as he unfastened her bra. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned her down against the sofa, still fingering her as he kissed her neck.
He knelt down
on the floor next to her as she continued to writhe against his touch. His mouth made its way down to her chest, exploring her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his hot, wet mouth. She moaned loudly as he moved back and forth between her breasts, her nipples hardened from his touch. She was so wet now that his fingers slipped into her with ease, spreading her wetness around. Her entire body ached for his touch.
He pulled back away from her long enough to spread her legs open wide, then knelt one leg on the sofa and began to enter her. She was more than ready but he still took his time, sliding his swollen cock into her slowly, withdrawing, and then pressing a little deeper. Her whole body began to tense as she felt her orgasm building. As he pushed his cock all the way in, her climax swept over her, and she cried out as she clutched his shoulders.
Her body trembled and she moaned as he began to pump his cock deep into her, stretching her around his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pumped harder and harder, deep moans escaping his lips as he moved. She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist, pulling his hips against her. She began to move with him as he plowed faster and harder, taking her breath away with each stroke.
Moving at full speed now, his hands used the armrest of the sofa to hold his upper body over her. He began to call out in ecstasy as his hips pumped into her with all his strength. Finally, with a loud groan, he began to cum, and she felt his hot, thick liquid spilling out into her. With a few final thrusts, he was finished, and he collapsed on top of her.
They both lay there, out of breath and overwhelmed with how powerful their lovemaking had just been. At least a couple years had passed since they had come together so passionately, and neither of them wanted to pull away from the other. Without saying a word, they both knew their marriage had entered a wonderful new chapter.
In Need of Spanking
I carefully pulled my panties down before lying across the bed where I was expected to wait for my spanking. Jackson would come in shortly and I didn’t dare make things worse by not following his instructions to a T. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. It was a mistake that could have easily been avoided. Now our bank account was overdrawn and it would cost extra money just to get the whole problem sorted out.
I heard Jackson’s footsteps approaching from down the hallway. I could feel him enter the room but didn’t turn around to look.
“Jackson, I’m sorry,” I said to him. “I know I made a big problem for us, but I am sorry for it.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Jackson replied. “But I’m still going to spank you so you’ll be more careful in the future.”
“Yes, sir,” I said dejectedly. Well, it was worth a shot.
He came up right next to the bed, standing to my side. My bare bottom stuck up in the air, awaiting punishment. He had not told me what implements he would be using but he always started with his hand to warm up. Sure enough, I soon felt a series of sharp swats alternating between both cheeks. I winced at the sting, knowing it was nothing compared to what would follow.
Once my bottom was nicely warmed up, the swats stopped. I heard him unbuckle his belt and swore under my breath. I hated it when he used the belt. But I suppose that’s the point. I heard it cut through the air before it struck me. It landed on my bottom with a sharp burn, causing me to suck in my breath. He swung the belt rhythmically, pausing in between strokes to let the burn set it before swinging again.
I began to whimper at each swing of the belt as the burning intensified. It took all my strength not to reach back and cover my bottom to protect it. The belt continued to strike me and soon I was sobbing with my face buried in a pillow. After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally done. In between sobs I sighed in relief.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed. “I promise I’ll be more careful.”
“I know,” he said softly, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my bottom gently. “Let’s not dwell on it anymore.”
My sobbing quieted down as the burning in my bottom began to subside. He leaned down next to me, massaging my back and shoulders as I tried to contain my crying. I lifted my head from the damp pillow to look at him.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked.
“No, baby,” he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead. “I’m not mad at all. Now try to get some sleep. I’ll come to bed in a little while.”
I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I carefully pulled up my panties and shuffled over to the dresser to get a nightie. My punishment was over and we could move forward. Our method really did work, despite what the skeptics said about it. There would be no bad feelings and no grudge-holding between us. The matter was over with now. I fixed the pillows on the bed before lying down and pulling the covers over me.
I wasn’t sure how long it took me to doze off, but when I woke up it was a few hours later and Jackson was not in bed. Puzzled, I lay there for a moment wondering if I should get up to check what was going on. It wasn’t like him to be up late—he was a morning person and rarely stayed awake past 10 pm. I finally decided to go check, figuring he’d accept my explanation for getting out of bed. After looking in the bathroom and our home office and not finding him in either one, I headed downstairs, growing increasingly concerned. The living room was empty and the TV was off.
“Jackson,” I called out as I rushed to the kitchen. He wasn’t in there either. I raced back into the living room and looked out at the driveway. His car was there but he wasn’t outside. I grabbed the phone and started to dial his number as I made my way towards the basement to check there. As I opened the basement door, I heard his voice and hung up the call. I was about to call out again when I heard he was talking to someone. I paused at the top of the stairs to listen.
“I don’t know, Matt,” I heard him say. “I’m just worried about how she’ll take it. She’s so close to my parents and I hate to take that away from her. She just lost her own mom last year.”
“Why are you only looking at the downside of this?” I heard Matt say in response. “I’d love to be in your position, man. Sabrina will adjust. I mean it’s a chance to start fresh for her, too. She’ll find new people to get close to.”
What on earth are they talking about? Start fresh at what?
“It’s just that she’s not expecting this at all. She doesn’t have a clue and it’ll be like snatching a rug out from under her.”
“Look, Jackson, you’re not getting any younger. Who knows when an opportunity like this will come up again? You’re competing against younger guys who come with no strings attached. You need to take advantage of this while you have something to offer, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jackson’s voice trailed off a bit. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke again. “I’ve got to decide soon. Gabrielle wants an answer by the end of the week or she’s moving on.”
My heart dropped into my stomach as I backed away from the basement door and stumbled through the kitchen. Jackson was thinking of leaving me for another woman. My head was spinning, unable to digest what I had just heard. Jackson’s cheating on me. Even with what I had just heard, I couldn’t believe it. Not Jackson. Jackson, who was obsessed with stability and routine. He wasn’t the type to do anything wild. It can’t be that. I must have misunderstood. I tried to convince myself they were discussing something else, but there was no denying what I had heard. I was in danger of losing my husband.
I walked back upstairs in a daze and went into the bathroom, locking the door. I sat down on the side of the tub, and began to cry. My whole world had been turned upside down. I thought our marriage was so strong. We had problems, of course, but nothing that was worth ending our marriage over. My body shook with sobs as I heard Jackson’s words playing over and over in my head. Gabrielle wants an answer by the end of the week or she’s moving on. Who was this woman? And how had Jackson managed to hide an affair?
I stood up and went to the sink to splash cold water on my face. I had to find out who Gabrielle
was and how long Jackson had been seeing her. I’d have to do a bit of snooping, but that wouldn’t be too much of a problem. I needed to know what I was up against, as soon as possible.
“Sabrina,” I heard him call from the other side of the door. “Are you coming back to bed soon?”
“Yes,” I called out, attempting to keep my voice even and calm. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I rinsed my face one more time and then dried it before heading back through the door. I was determined not to let my marriage be snatched from me without a fight. I would find out who this woman was, and do whatever it took to win Jackson back from her.
***
After a fitful night with broken sleep, I got up to make breakfast while Jackson got ready for work. I had decided to make cinnamon walnut pancakes—his favorite. I fixed a big pot of coffee and waited for him at the table. He finally came downstairs, his hair still wet from his shower, freshly shaved and looking gorgeous as ever.
“Ooh, is this what I think it is?” he exclaimed, after giving me a peck on the forehead and taking his seat.
“Yes, it is,” I said with a wide grin. “Thought I’d make a special treat for you.”
“What’s the occasion?” he said, piling some pancakes onto his plate.
“Just a simple reminder of how much I love you,” I said, forcing my smile to remain despite wanting to burst into tears again. “Anything big planned at work today?”
“Actually there’s a huge new project I might be joining,” he said with a slight frown. “It’s going to be very time-consuming though, and I’m a little intimidated, to be honest.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” I said in a pleasant tone. “You’re the best legal mind in the place!”
“Thanks, baby,” he said before wiping his mouth and rising from the chair. “I’d better get going. I have a ton of stuff I need to take care of.”