Her gaze remained on the pattern of the patchwork blue carpet that covered the hardwood floor. He had bought it for her when she had fallen in love with the thing. She remembered how it was over their budget at the time, but he’d done it for her.
But her trip down memory lane was a short one when Cade cleared his throat. He was waiting for her to bare her bottom. She was about to be spanked by her husband. The thought was just so strange, so completely unreal. Her trembling hands seemed to move of their own accord to take her panties down over her hips to present herself for punishment.
“Good girl,” came Cade’s voice and somehow, those two words reassured her. “Hands and feet remain on the floor at all times, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, eyes wide, her body tight.
His right hand came to rest on her bottom, circling and caressing while his other hand gripped her waist tight to him.
“Tell me why you’re about to be spanked, Amy.”
One giant teardrop fell to the carpet before her and the thick weight of her long auburn hair rested there. “Because I lied to you and to Professor Brown.” More tears. “Because I went shopping instead of going to my tutoring session and pretended to be sick.”
“Do you deserve this punishment?”
“Yes, sir,” she found herself answering.
“Good, because you’re about to get it.”
Cade’s hand left her bottom then and a moment later, the first smack landed, the sound shocking Amy so she gripped the legs of the chair. It didn’t so much hurt after a second, but that sound: she’d never thought of how loud a spanking could be. He smacked her other cheek this time and Amy braced herself for what was to come. Without a word and without pause, her husband spanked her bare bottom, one cheek then the other, again and again until sound was an afterthought and stinging hot pain was at the forefront of her mind. Her knuckles went white on the legs of the chair and she realized she must have been kicking when he shifted his legs and trapped both of hers between his thighs. He continued, spanking her harder, his pattern shifting now to hit the same spot five times, quick, short spanks that left a hot burn in their wake when he moved to repeat the treatment on her other cheek. She heard her own breath, her own grunting, her own small sounds when she began to cry out, to tell him to slow down, that it hurt, that it was too much, that she was sorry, and when she reached back to try to cover herself, he caught first one wrist, then both in his one hand, carrying on with her punishment all along.
“Please, Cade! It’s enough, I promise. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“You’re being disciplined, Amy,” he began calmly. “What do you call me during a disciplinary session?” he asked, smacking five times just on the outside of her right hip before pausing for her answer.
“Sir! I’m sorry, sir. Please stop, it’s enough, I promise.”
“Almost there,” he said. “Stop clenching your bottom and we’ll wrap it up.”
Amy groaned and forced herself to relax her muscles. When she did, his hold on her wrists softened too.
“Do you think you can keep your hands and feet on the floor for the last ones?” he asked. “It’s how I’d like you to take your punishments going forward, submitting to them rather than having to be restrained for them.”
She nodded and when he released her wrists, she wiped the tears from her face.
“How much more? It hurts so much.” It did hurt, the sting of so many smacks in a concentrated space multiplying, making her bottom grow hotter, her skin tighter.
“Twenty more, then it will be over as long as you keep both hands and feet on the floor and your bottom soft. Understand?”
“Twenty?”
“Let’s make it thirty then.”
She covered her face with her hands, already knowing not to argue the number, and nodding. “Yes, sir,” she said, bracing herself.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she looked forward. “I’m ready, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, starting on the crease just between her bottom and her thigh. This time, he struck fifteen times on one side first before moving to complete the punishment with another fifteen on the other side. By the time he was finished, she was sucking in air. It took all she had to keep hands and feet on the floor and she knew she hadn’t kept her bottom soft like he’d wanted.
“There,” he said, slowly lifting her to sit on his lap. She flinched when her bottom made contact with the rough material of his jeans but he parted his legs soon so she sat between his thighs as he held her to him, one big hand closing over her shoulder before cradling the back of her head when she turned her face into his chest, the other resting on her thigh.
“I’m sorry, Cade. I’m so sorry for disappointing you.”
“Shh. You only disappoint me when you are so easy to let yourself down. I love you, Amy, and I believe in you.”
She cried into his chest, his words, his faith in her almost too hard to bear. She nodded her head.
“It’s almost over now, Amy.”
“Almost?” she asked, looking up at him.
He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb and smiled. “You’ll have to tell Professor Brown the truth and see about making up this session. It’s important.”
“I have to tell him I lied? Can’t I just…”
Cade looked at her as if studying her face, her eyes, and she nodded, knowing he was right, knowing she needed to come clean with Professor Brown. It was the right thing to do. She nodded again and Cade smiled.
“You’re a good girl, Amy. I know it won’t be easy, but you’ll be doing the right thing.”
“Why does the right thing always have to be the hard thing?” she asked, smiling a little.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up and get ready to go out for dinner.”
“I’m not sure I can sit through dinner,” she said as he stood her on her feet.
“You’ll be fine, that was a light spanking.”
“Light?” she asked as he stood.
“Believe it or not.”
Just then it dawned on her. “Wait. Have you done this before?”
He smiled and reached down to kiss her. “We’ll talk about it at dinner. Go have a shower,” he said.
“Oh. My. God! You have!”
“Go!” he said, laughing at her expression. He checked his watch and turned away. “We’re going to be late and we have one more thing to take care of before we leave.”
“What one more thing?” she asked. Was her punishment not yet over?
“You’ll see when you’re finished with your shower. Go.” Smiling, he turned to walk out of the bedroom. “Oh, and Amy?” he began. “Don’t touch yourself. You’re not allowed to come until I make you come, understand?”
Her sex blazed at his words. She stood, her mouth open, and watched him walk out the door before turning to head into the shower. How would he know anyway? He wasn’t expecting her to go to dinner in this state, was he? And why was she even so aroused? She shook her head in confusion.
Chapter Two
Cade looked in the closet for a dress for Amy to wear, shaking his head when he came upon several still covered in plastic bags. She’d gone shopping with her mom last week. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, how he felt about her parents still buying her clothes, shoes, anything at all. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t afford to do it, but appearances were of the utmost importance to Amy’s mother. Amy had grown up with that all her life and he saw her struggle against it, saw her try to stand up to her mother but get bulldozed. Amy’s mother was a stubborn woman with skewed priorities, at least in Cade’s eyes.
As far as money went, Cade made a decent living, but he was still paying off student loans and they had just bought this new house, which was bigger than what they needed at the moment, but with the attached office space and additional bedrooms, they would be ready for the future. Her parents had offered a generous chunk for their down pa
yment as a wedding present but Cade had refused. Amy had agreed with his decision but when it came time to tell her parents no, it was always Cade who had to do it. Not that he minded, but he did want his wife to start standing up for herself where her mother was concerned. She was a grown woman, married and with a life of her own.
He lifted the bag from one of the dresses and looked it over. It was a pretty emerald green silk halter dress. It would complement her pale skin and auburn hair and pick up the green specks in her pale hazel eyes nicely. Did he even want to look at the price tag? He did and cringed. He looked at another one of the dresses, just lifting the plastic to glance at the price tag. They had talked about this, about stopping or at least lessening the gifts she accepted from her parents.
It wasn’t that they were bad people. Her dad, Raymond, in fact, was a very reasonable and quite a successful businessman Cade enjoyed talking with. Carol, Amy’s mother and Raymond’s second wife, was much younger than Raymond and in Cade’s eyes, she was what he’d call a trophy wife. Although he didn’t know much about her background, he knew she had come from humbler beginnings until catching Raymond’s eye at a restaurant. Cade had no idea what Raymond’s relationship with his first wife had been like and wasn’t judging what happened between him and Carol, but there had been an affair and when Carol had gotten pregnant, he’d left his first wife and married her. He had no children from his first marriage.
From what Cade could see, Raymond was still in love with Carol all these years later. But Carol’s influence over Amy worried him still. The part of that influence that didn’t scare him but gave him pause was the emphasis Carol put on Amy’s physical appearance, putting it above all else, teaching her that as a woman, if one was an attractive woman, men could be managed. Husbands could be managed. Amy had never been encouraged to finish school, at least not by Carol. Her priorities were skewed by her own life experience, but that didn’t mean Amy’s would have to be.
Amy had so much potential that had been wasted, ignored for too many years. He intended to shape that potential into a reality. He would help her move beyond her childhood beliefs and work to recover her from any idea that she was just a pretty face and nothing more. She always talked about working with teens at schools, a social worker specializing in what he thought was a version of her as she had once been: invisible, at least to her parents. She brightened when she talked about it, her passion and enthusiasm a tangible thing. He intended on helping her achieve her dream even if that meant frequent trips over his knee.
“My mom took me shopping,” Amy said, interrupting his thoughts as she came out of the shower, her expression a little tense. “I tried to say no, but she wouldn’t let me.”
He stood and smiled at her, taking her in as she towel-dried the length of her hair, her skin glistening with droplets of water from her shower. “Maybe you can take the others back.”
“I tried, but you know how she is,” Amy defended. “She won’t take no for an answer.”
“Then you have to remind her that you’re a grown woman, an independent woman who can take care of herself.”
She nodded, looking a little guilty. He knew she tried, but her mom was a force to be reckoned with and Amy was sometimes too sweet, wanting too much to please.
Cade went to her and rubbed her arms. “I know.” He didn’t want to talk about this now, not after what had just happened between them. Besides, his cock was hard again. He’d needed release after spanking her but had held off. His erection had subsided until just now, until he saw her wrapped in the tiny white towel.
“You are beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
She smiled shyly up at him, the expression on her face one of a child glad to have pleased him. He kissed her softly, her mouth opening easily to him. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he pushed her towel to the floor and slid his hands along her waist and to her hips, deepening their kiss.
“Cade,” she said into his mouth, grinding herself against his thick cock. “I want you.”
“You didn’t touch yourself in the shower, did you?” he asked.
She made a face at him. “No, sir,” she said, exaggerating the ‘sir.’
He smiled. “Good,” he said, reaching both hands to cup each bottom cheek, kneading the soft mounds in his palms, fingers working inward toward the cleft, toward her wet pussy, her back hole, focusing there.
She stiffened. “Cade…” He could see her throat work as she swallowed.
“I’ve never had you here,” he said, one finger just touching that tight hole as he held her close, looking down at her face while a blush spread over her cheeks. Christ, that shyness made him want her that much more. Dipping his finger lower to scoop up some of the moisture from her pussy, he dragged it back up her cleft and to her back hole, circling again, pressing just a little harder this time.
“I’ve never…” she began.
She hadn’t been a virgin when she’d come to him and he wouldn’t have wanted her to be, but she didn’t have much experience and he had an idea that she’d never been taken anally.
“You’ve never what, Amy?” he probed, whispering the words close to her ear before taking her earlobe into his mouth and drawing it out between his teeth.
“I’ve never…” she tried again, her voice a whisper as she gazed up at him, eyes wide, her expression embarrassed and shy.
“Tell me. Say the words.”
“I can’t.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead, her cheek, the tip of her nose. He then took her mouth softly at first, then harder, dipping his tongue into her before taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbling just a little, just until she surrendered her body into him. Amy was shy, she was innocent, and one of the things he loved most was pushing her to say those words that so embarrassed her, because in the end, her pussy was always dripping. The dirtier the better, he’d found.
“Tell me, Amy,” he said, pushing her. “Have you ever had a cock here? Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” As he said it, he pushed the very tip of his middle finger into her back hole and she sucked in a breath. Amy shook her head.
“No. No, sir,” she said.
That was interesting. She was keeping to the ‘sir.’
“Say all the words for me. I want to hear you say them and I promise I’ll reward you.”
She shrunk away for a moment but he could see her desire to please in her eyes and he held her to him, kissing her, the fingers of his other hand finding her clit.
“Sir, I’ve never been… I’ve never been… fucked… there.”
“Where? You can say it, baby,” he encouraged, walking her backwards to the bed as he did, laying her down on it all while kissing her, fingering her.
“I’ve never been fucked in the ass.”
“You are a good girl, the best,” he said, pressing her to lie back onto the bed and kneeling on the floor between her legs, pushing them wide before taking his hands to either side of her pussy lips and parting them, gazing at the hot, pink folds, the dripping center before closing his mouth over her clit, kissing it, licking and sucking it until she fisted the covers of the bed in her hands and thrashed her head from side to side.
“I’m going to come!” she called out, grinding herself into him.
“Not yet,” he said, kissing her pussy once more, reaching into his pocket for what he held there. “Not until I put this inside your pretty little bottom hole.”
He kissed her pussy again as she opened her eyes and looked at him, at the small butt plug he held in his hand.
“Is that…?” she began.
Cade turned her over onto her belly, noticing how she didn’t resist. “It’s a butt plug. Up on your knees, baby,” he said, standing, adjusting the crotch of his jeans as he took the tube of lubricant that still lay on the nightstand and opened it.
She looked over her shoulder at him even as she got into position. “Is this a punishment?”
He smiled at her. “No, baby. It’s m
e getting your bottom ready to take my cock soon. We’ll start with this small one and move to a larger one soon. They will stretch you slowly. I won’t use a butt plug to punish you anally, not today at least.”
“Punish me anally?” she asked.
With the plug greased, he placed one knee on the bed between her legs and squeezed some of the lubricant onto the top of her cleft.
“We can talk about that when the time comes. For now, I want you to enjoy this. I want you to enjoy me playing with your little bottom hole and I don’t want it to hurt. Then I want you to enjoy me licking your pussy and sucking your clit, and I want you to come harder than you’ve ever come just imagining all the naughty things I’m going to do to that bottom of yours. Now get down on your forearms and stick that ass out to me. Spread your knees wider so I can see every inch of you.”
* * *
Amy swallowed and moved into position; this act of exposing herself to her husband, of him watching her in so vulnerable a position, turned her on, made her feel dirty.
“You like showing yourself to me, don’t you?” he asked. “You like me looking at you like this?”
She looked back to find his eyes on her ass, his pupils dark with arousal.
“Yes, sir,” she said, even as she blushed a furious red.
She already felt the lubricant sliding down her cleft toward her back hole and when he began to smear it first around and then into her bottom, she found herself lifting her hips to him, burying her face in the lush comforter of the bed.
“That’s it, Amy, give yourself over to me. Keep your bottom soft around my finger, just like that,” he kept saying, fucking her gently with his finger while the other hand worked her clit. “Your bottom is still a little pink from your spanking,” he said. “Does it hurt?”
“No… just a tingle. Can I… Cade, I’m too close.”
“Patience, Amy,” he said, withdrawing his finger. She stiffened when she felt the silicone tip of the plug at her bottom. “Relax. You’re ready for this, I promise.”
It took her a moment but she did and she felt the thing slide into her slowly, its girth just a bit wider than his finger but not nearly as thick as his cock. She imagined taking him there, imagined being fucked in the ass by her husband, imagined him coming inside her and it took all she had not to come now while he fucked her ass softly with the plug and pinched her clit roughly between his fingers.
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