She reasoned even if he didn’t forego the spanking entirely, he would probably shorten her spanking in order to move on to more passionate endeavors.
She ripped her ponytail out and replaced it with pigtails. Rick went wild whenever she wore pigtails. She plugged in her curling iron and curled the ends. After one last glance at her reflection, she straightened up the mess he’d left in the bedroom before rushing downstairs.
“Can I make you some pancakes, honey?” she asked as she entered the kitchen.
Rick looked up from his iPad. His eyes went wide. “Christ, Sara, are you trying to kill me?”
She grinned as she twirled a curl around one finger. “That’s the idea.”
The chair scratched the floor as he stood up. He stalked toward her with a heated expression. “We can have pancakes for lunch. I’m in favor of skipping breakfast entirely.”
“Is that so, Mr. Anderson?”
His stubble burned her cheek as he buried his face in her neck. “I should spank you for teasing me like this.”
Uh oh. Not spanking. Sara needed to get spanking off Rick’s mind. She tilted her head back, inviting him to trail kisses over her collarbone. Soft whimpers left her throat as his erection pressed into her stomach. So far her plan was working perfectly. Except for the part where she casually slipped her confession in during the seduction.
She raked her hands up and down Rick’s back. Heat pulsed between her thighs. God, she wanted him inside her right now. Right here on the kitchen table. But she would feel worse about her lies if they were intimate before she confessed the truth.
Pulling back a bit, she met his eyes and traced her fingers along his jaw. “Um, Rick?”
“Yes, baby doll?” His hand traveled up her thigh.
“I have something to tell you.”
He removed his hand from her leg and held her by the shoulders. Some of the heat left his eyes. He gave her an expectant look. “Go ahead.”
She inhaled deeply. “I didn’t pack the oak hairbrush like you asked me too.”
He stiffened. Anger flashed in his features. His hold on her shoulders tightened, and his jaw tensed. “Why didn’t you pack it, young lady?”
She sighed. This wasn’t going as she’d planned. “I didn’t think you would have cause to use it. I haven’t earned a spanking in weeks.”
“A streak that ends today, Sara.” His countenance grew darker.
“I’m sorry.”
He pulled her closer. His breath was hot in her face, their noses almost touching. “You not only intentionally disobeyed me, but you lied to me upstairs. You said you’d packed the brush and had used it last night.” Disappointment softened his gaze, ripping at Sara’s heart.
Her lip trembled. Rick was a good husband. Yes, he was strict. Very strict. But they loved each other, and she accepted him as the head of their household, even though in the early days of their marriage she’d thought he was part caveman.
“I am so, so sorry, Rick.” She pressed against his chest lightly, hoping to reignite the passion that had flared between them moments ago.
One firm squeeze to her shoulders stopped her movements. “Don’t you dare try to seduce your way out of this, Sara. You did wrong and you must be punished. Severely.”
Severely. He had never used that word before. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her lips parted as she gawked up at him, quivering as she tried to think of something to say.
“Go upstairs, remove all your clothing, and wait for me in a corner.” He released her shoulders and snapped his fingers once, loud. “Now!”
Tears welled in Sara’s eyes as she scrambled upstairs to obey Rick’s command. She waited in the corner, naked, as she considered how this could have all been avoided if only she’d packed the stupid hairbrush. They could be eating pancakes right now. Or making love on the kitchen table for the umpteenth time. Instead she had her nose pressed in a corner, waiting on her husband to spank her. Severely.
A shiver raced up her spine. Would he use his hand? His belt? Her stomach rolled. Oh no. Would he wield a wooden spoon against her poor bottom? Not knowing what implement he planned to use served to double her anxiety.
Deep down, Sara knew she deserved to be punished. And even though Rick said her punishment would be severe, she wasn’t truly frightened. She knew he loved her, and she trusted him with her whole heart. A tear fell down her cheek, and she wiped it on the back of her hand.
Rick made her wait forever. And ever and ever. Entire civilizations rose and fell as she awaited his arrival. By the time his footsteps sounded on the stairs, she was a nervous wreck. She ached to turn around and run into his strong arms to beg his forgiveness, but she dared not move until summoned.
He shuffled around the room for a minute before finally speaking. “Come here, Sara.”
She dissolved into tears when their eyes met. She’d never really cried prior to a spanking before. Yes, his punishments always brought her to tears, but never before he actually touched her.
He strode to her and gathered her in his arms. “I haven’t even turned you over my knee yet.” He brushed away her tears with his fingers. “Why all the crying?”
She shrugged, feeling foolish. “I feel so bad. So guilty. I can’t believe I lied to you and then I – I tried to get you to have sex with me instead of spanking me. I’m so sorry I behaved this way.”
“Shh.” He wiped more tears away and kissed her forehead. “You’re a good wife, Sara. You made a mistake, but I still love you. And I think you’ll feel a lot better guilt-wise after a good spanking.”
Sniffling, she nodded. Her eyes then bulged at the sight of a wooden spoon laid out on the bed. Next to it was a small, phallic-shaped yellowish object. What on Earth? Pretending she didn’t see the items, she said, “I suppose you’re right. I do feel better after you spank me.”
“I suspected as much.” He led her to the bed and sat down. “Over my lap, little girl.” He patted his thigh.
Sara placed herself over his lap. He positioned her so her bottom was high in the air, her legs slightly parted. Goosebumps prickled on her skin, though not long ago she’d been sweltering in the heat of the day. She dreaded the sting of the spoon. She also dreaded to discover the purpose of the strange yellow object.
As usual, Rick began by massaging her ass cheeks. He gave her a good scolding about the importance of obedience and the hurtfulness of lies. Hot shame washed over her as the scolding went on and on. Remorse swelled within her chest.
“You’ve been a very, very naughty little girl, haven’t you, Sara?”
“Yes, sir.”
Slap! Slap! He laid into her with quick, stinging smacks that had her howling within seconds. He covered the backs of her thighs, all the way to the center of her bottom. Fire spread across her flesh, flaming more with each slap. Oh God, it hurt. Sara couldn’t believe a hand spanking could hurt so much. He hadn’t even picked up the spoon yet!
“Please, Rick. I’m so sorry. I’ll never lie again. I sw – swear.”
Rick ignored her pleas. He paused for a moment, but it was only to grab the spoon. She squirmed as she realized his intent. Thwack! Thwack!
She screamed and struggled, only for Rick to wrap one leg around hers to still her kicking. She usually didn’t put up such a fight, but he usually didn’t spank so hard either.
The spoon fell and fell, crashing down on her bottom cheeks with fury. Just when she didn’t think she could stand one more stroke, Rick paused. He rubbed her backside as she sobbed into the covers, her back heaving as she lay over his lap. Thank goodness it was over. She had survived.
Except – oh no. He always punished her bottom hole after a spanking. She tensed in expectation as he parted her cheeks. Air rushed against her intimate folds and her tiny rosebud.
“Naughty wives always get their assholes punished too, don’t they, Sara?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
The yellow object appeared near her face. He held it there for a few sec
onds as she stared at it in horror.
“This is a ginger root. It’s freshly carved.”
“Um . . . what is it for exactly?” She feared the answer to her question.
“It’s called figging and it’s a very effective method of punishment. I’m going to place it in your bottom hole and it’s going to sting. After it starts to sting, you’ll receive ten strokes with the spoon.”
“Rick, I – I’m scared. Please don’t. I swear I’ll never disobey you or lie again.”
He rubbed her back. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust me when I say you will get through this. Relax your bottom now.”
The tip of the ginger root pressed to her opening. It didn’t burn as he inserted it in her ass, but it did fill her up.
“I carved it in the shape of a butt plug, as you could see. When the burn starts, I’ll administer your final ten spanks.”
Sara wasn’t sure whether she feared the imminent burn or the additional spanks she had coming. She’d never heard of figging before, but she had no doubt it would be an effective anal punishment. Rick was an efficient disciplinarian.
A warm tingle spread through her bottom hole, so faint at first that she wondered if she imagined it. The ginger made her feel full, and it was wider than Rick’s fingers. Normally he would follow a spanking by finger fucking her asshole. Normally. She made a mental note to never buy ginger again, no matter how delicious it tasted in shrimp stir-fry.
The warm tingle gradually intensified until it was no longer a tingle, but a deep, burning pain that filled her most private hole. Sara gasped and twisted around in Rick’s grasp.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“It hurts! Please take it out of me. Please.” It felt like liquid fire was churning through her insides. Everything below her waist throbbed. It was agony.
“Ten final strokes with the spoon,” he said. “I hope you’ll remember this is what happens to naughty wives.”
Thwack! The first blow caught her lower right cheek. She clenched with the smack and shrieked. Tensing up increased the sting inside her bottom hole tenfold. Oh no. No, no, no.
“If you clench,” Rick said with amusement coloring his voice, “it hurts worse.”
Sara mumbled a string of apologies, praying he would have mercy and end her suffering soon.
Thwack! Thwack! The next two slaps fell in quick succession. Hot tears spilled from her eyes. More smacks fell, and the excruciating pain clouded her mind so that she couldn’t keep track. Was that seven? Or eight?
Please let it be over. Please let this end . . .
The spoon cracked across her punished flesh a few more times. Then it didn’t fall again. Thank the heavens. It was over. It was really over. Well, it would be as soon as the horrid ginger root was removed.
“Shh, it’s all right, baby doll.” Rick’s comforting words calmed her swirling emotions. She was forgiven. And boy had she learned a lesson.
“I’m going to pull the ginger out now. It’ll still burn for a few minutes after it comes out, but I promise you’ll feel better soon.”
She hissed through her teeth as he withdrew the root. Once it was out, he caressed her flaming backside for a moment before positioning her upright on his lap.
“I’m sorry, Rick,” she whispered into his neck.
“I know you are. All is forgiven.”
Silence hung between them as he let her cry out the last of her tears.
“Does it still burn?” he asked.
She flushed. “Yes, sir.”
Minutes passed as he held her, stroking her hair while she snuggled against his chest. At some point, how long she couldn’t say, the burning in her bottom transformed into a delicious throb that had a direct link to her clit. Moisture seeped from her pussy. As she tried to understand what was happening to her body, she enjoyed the simple pleasure of listening to Rick’s beating heart.
Beneath her sore bottom, his cock swelled to life and pressed against her. Only the thin material of his boxers separated them.
“It’s not burning so much anymore,” she said.
“Good. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Oh yes. Very much so.”
She drew back to take in his handsome features. Reading love, forgiveness, and lust in his eyes brought her heaps of joy.
He guided her on the bed, placing her flat on her stomach. He stood up long enough to remove his boxers. Crawling on top of her, he raised her hips and positioned his engorged cock at her entrance. He thrust inside her aching pussy. He stilled within her for a moment, putting his mouth to her ear. “Love the pigtails, Sara.”
Under another name, Leena Darling is a fulltime writer of romance. She has a little secret though. She enjoys reading and writing dark erotica, spanking, BDSM, and domestic discipline stories. The kind of stories her publishers wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. She’s thankful for pen names, chocolate, Earl Grey tea, and fuzzy pink socks.
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