Spank Her Bundle 1 (Books 1-3)

by Holla Dean

  “Ouch.” Eve said. “That’s pretty darn severe for a shitty little office clean up.”

  “Watch the language, please.” Stephen said. “It may seem severe, but I think it will give you great incentive to get it done. Surely you can find fifteen minutes a day to work on it.”

  Eve took a deep breath. God, what should she do? “What was the other thing you wanted to add?”

  “I just wanted to propose that we give it a try for one month. If either one of us is unhappy with the results and feels we cannot continue, then we stop. If we are both satisfied with the results we will agree to continue for a six month period and then re-evaluate.”

  That sounded reasonable to Eve. “When would we begin the first month?”

  “Tomorrow. We’ll be together for the weekend and it’ll give us a good opportunity to start.”

  Eve didn’t say anything for a long time. She felt this talk had gone very well, though she still wasn’t sure why she was the only one getting a sore ass in this. She had to admit that Stephen had done a good job in his research and in presenting how this could be tailored for them. She was relieved he considered so much of what he had read to be abusive and not for them.

  She could do it for a month. All she really had to do was keep from mouthing off to him, spend fifteen minutes a day cleaning her office, and swim only when he was home. It would please him to have her agree to it.

  “Okay, I’ll agree to it. For one month, and then we’ll talk again.”

  Stephen gave her his sexy smile that she loved so much. He reached for her and kissed her deeply. “You won’t be sorry, Eve.”

  He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. They got ready for bed and Stephen threw the covers off and laid her down. He slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of her body as it was exposed. When they were both naked, he spread her legs wide and settled himself between them with his head at the juncture of her thighs.

  Stephen kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, nibbling, licking, taking little bites. He’d get close to her clit and then back off, teasing her. He inserted a finger into her and felt how wet she was; he added another finger, and then a third. He took the moisture from her pussy and stroked it up to her clitoris. She trembled with desire.

  Eve bent her knees and opened up wider to give him better access to all of her. Stephen licked her, sucked her clit, twirled his tongue around it and then fucked her pussy with his tongue.

  “God, your pussy tastes so fucking sweet. I’m gonna make you come with my mouth.”

  “Yes, yes, Stephen, it feels so good. Make me come, make my pussy come!” Eve cried out.

  Again, he slipped his fingers inside her cunt and this time he stroked that moisture down to her tight little asshole. He gently slipped his thumb into that tiny hole while he finger fucked her pussy with two fingers.

  The sensation was incredible. This was something new for Eve; he had never entered her asshole before. The most he’d ever done was tease those sensitive nerves. Now, the tension was building; his thumb was in her butt, his fingers in her pussy, and his mouth was sucking on her clit. She exploded with a wild scream.

  Stephen shifted position so his cock was near Eve’s mouth. He continued to finger fuck her, keeping his thumb in her ass, and sucking that hard, swollen, throbbing clit.

  Eve grabbed his cock and ran her tongue over the edge of the head. It leaped up in a quick little spasm. She put her lips around the head and slowly took more into her mouth. Inch by inch until the tip was tickling the back of her throat.

  She made her throat muscles relax so she wouldn’t gag. Stephen had a huge cock, it was thick and more than nine inches long when fully erect. She took as much as she could and then sucked hungrily, caressing it with her tongue. With one hand she cupped his balls and fondled them, stroked the area between his balls and asshole. She lubed her forefinger with her saliva and then inserted it into Stephen’s ass. She felt his sphincter muscle contract around her finger.

  “Stop, Eve. Please stop.” Stephen moaned. “I want to come inside your pussy.”

  She released him and quickly he thrust his throbbing cock deep within her cunt. He reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and slipping a finger into her ass again. The sensation was beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

  “Stephen!” She shouted. “I’m going to come, fuck me! Oh! I’m coming now! Ohhhhh!”

  Stephen pounded into her, over and over again, hard and fast, again and again. And then, together they shouted as they exploded in their release.

  SPANK HER NOW

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When Eve awoke the following morning, she found herself still in Stephen’s arms and he was looking at her, watching her sleep.

  She smiled at him and said, “Good morning. Last night was wonderful. Stephen, I have to say I adore what our lovemaking has become.”

  “Me too, babe. It just seems so much more intense and satisfying.” He kissed her and nibbled on her ears, nuzzled her neck. “Let’s hop in the shower together.”

  “Ok, but honey, I want to tell you something. But before I do, I want to know if our new plan is already in effect. And if it is, I want you to promise to give me a waiver if you think I’ve earned punishment because of what I’m going to tell you.”

  Stephen was intrigued. What had she done? Should he agree to her request? After some thought, he decided it would be best to grant her request. He wanted to start out on the right foot and not scare Eve again or make her sorry that she had agreed to the one month trial period.

  “Yes, the plan is in effect. And yes, this once, I’ll give you a waiver.”

  “I meant to tell you this last night, but we talked about so much and then once we came to bed, well, other things happened. Do you remember those emails you received about spanking your wife?”

  “Yeah, sure I remember. They’re what started this whole thing, this plan of ours.”

  “Well, I’m the one that sent them.” Eve looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

  “You sent them? You’re SpankMeNow?” Stephen asked in disbelief.

  Eve nodded and said, “Yeah, I was trying to spice up our sex life. You have to admit it had gotten pretty boring. We were only making love once or twice a month.”

  Stephen burst out laughing, “You little minx! Well, I’d say you got a little more than you bargained for.”

  “That’s for sure. All I ever expected was a few little slaps on the butt to give the sex a little zing. I never thought it would lead to this. So am I in trouble?”

  Stephen nuzzled her neck again, “No, you’re not in trouble. Besides, I agreed to the waiver.” He moved down to tease a nipple.

  “It’s not a lie of omission? Not grounds for you to spank my bottom again?”

  She almost sounded worried, Stephen thought. “I suppose it could be construed as a lie of omission, thereby making it grounds to spank that pretty bottom of yours. But you have the waiver, so you’re not in trouble and I won’t be turning your butt apple red for it.”

  Eve sighed in relief, extracted herself from Stephen’s arms and said, “Let’s go take that shower.”

  The rest of the morning was spent doing yard work, cleaning the pool, and taking care of other odd jobs around the house. After a lunch of leftover stroganoff, they drove up Mt. Lemon and Eve took pictures. They hiked a few trails and had a wonderful time.

  Eve wondered what she had been so nervous about. Today was shaping up just like a normal weekend day with her husband.

  On the way home they stopped for some Chinese take-out for dinner. The evening was spent at home, cuddled on the sofa, watching a movie, drinking wine, and finally going to bed to have more mind blowing sex before falling asleep.

  There was only one brief moment of concern when Eve took a bite of her dinner. It was so hot she burned the tip of her tongue and said, “Shit! That burned me.”

  Stephen calmly said, “Drink some cold water to ease the burn. Watch t
he language, please.”

  Eve said, “Oh, sorry. I guess the burn surprised me.” She bit her lip and wondered what he’d do. But that was it; he’d given her a warning.

  Sunday went equally well. They spent another day hiking, this time in Sabino Canyon, and Eve took lots of photos. They were home by four in the afternoon and Eve jumped in the pool, swam some laps, and then dried off in the sun on a lounge chair.

  When she went back inside she asked Stephen, “What do you want for dinner, honey?”

  “I don’t know. Do you want to order a pizza?”

  “That sounds good; if you’re sure you don’t want me to cook something.”

  “No, you can cook during the week, let’s just have pizza tonight.”

  While they waited for the pizza to be delivered, Eve threw together a quick salad and poured some wine. Then she went to her office and downloaded all the pictures she’d taken over the weekend.

  Another quiet evening at home, and as she fell asleep she thought, Two days down, twenty-eight to go.”

  The following week went by quickly. Everything went smoothly. Eve made simple dinners, either baking chicken, grilling steaks, or using her crock pot. She managed to spend a little time on straightening up her office. Fifteen minutes on Monday, but on Tuesday she forgot. So she did twenty minutes on Wednesday, but only ten on Thursday. On Friday she had a meeting with a photo editor of one of the magazines she was working on a feature for and again did nothing in the way of cleaning up her office. That left her a half hour behind for the week. She’d have to catch up next week.

  Saturday was not a good day for Eve. She walked into the kitchen in her bare feet and stubbed her toe hard on one of the chair legs. “Fuck! Shit! Ouch!”

  She hobbled around, hoping Stephen had not heard her swearing. No such luck. He came in and said, “Eve, watch the language.”

  Of course that set her off. “Can’t you see that I’ve hurt my fucking toe! I really don’t need your shit about swearing right now!”

  Stephen crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb. “I can see you’ve hurt yourself. But you’ve sworn three or four times, and I really don’t appreciate the way you just spoke to me.”

  “Well, that’s just too fucking bad right now.” She sat down in a chair and took a look at her foot. It was red, but it didn’t seem to be swelling. Hopefully, I just stubbed it real badly, and it just hurts like hell.

  Stephen went to the freezer and pulled out a gel ice pack that was always kept there. He sat next to Eve and said, “Let me take a look and then let’s get some ice on it.”

  Eve let him check it out. He asked her to see if she could bend her toe and she did. It looked like it was just sore. She put the gel pack on it and Stephen made two cups of coffee. He gave one to Eve and they sat for a few minutes without speaking.

  “I’m sorry, Stephen. I just let it all come out without thinking when my toe was hurting so much. Thanks for the ice pack, I think it will be okay now.”

  “I think so too,” Stephen said.

  “So, we’re okay?” Eve asked. She wasn’t sure how many times she had sworn or spoken to him sharply, she didn’t know how many times he had given her a warning.

  “Yeah, considering the circumstances and how great you’ve been so far with controlling your language. Yeah, we’re okay. But no more swearing today, all right?”

  Eve leaned over and kissed him. “You’re the best, honey. Thank you. I love you.”

  “How about you put your foot up on this chair so you can elevate it and keep the ice pack on? I’ll make us a couple of omelets for breakfast.”

  “That’d be great, honey. Thanks.” She smiled at him and thought everything was going to be all right. She could do this. Only three more weeks to go.

  They didn’t have any plans for the day so after breakfast Eve went into her office to work and Stephen went to the big box home center to get some items he needed to fix the gutters.

  Eve was printing a large print with several small samples on it when Stephen came home. The print was almost out of the printer and she was standing there with a diet Coke in her hand when Stephen walked in, startling her, and she dropped the Coke. But not before spilling a fair amount of it onto her printer and the print that was in the works.

  Now she really blew up. “Goddamnit! Why the fuck do you have to sneak up on me? Now the whole damn printer is fucked up, I’m going to have to spend hours cleaning it and you’ve caused me to fuck up an expensive sheet of paper. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Stephen.”

  As soon as she had spewed out all her invectives, Eve covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, god. Stephen, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up like that. Jeez, I really am sorry.”

  Stephen didn’t say anything. He just turned around and walked out.

  Eve spent the rest of the day cleaning the printer, making sure she got all the Coke out of it. Then she made a few small test prints to make sure everything was all right before she printed another large one.

  The entire time she was working, she wondered, and worried, what Stephen was doing and what, if anything, he was going to say or do about her latest blowup.

  Stephen was fixing the gutter. It had come loose and he was fastening it back up. While he worked on that, he thought about Eve’s blowups today. The morning blow up was no problem. She had hurt herself and it was natural to let loose with a few expletives. She had also been somewhat disrespectful to him, but he let that go as well.

  But this thing with the printer he didn’t think he could or should let go. Even though he had inadvertently startled her, she over reacted and said things she shouldn’t have. While she did apologize, if he just let everything go, she wouldn’t realize he was serious. Maybe he should have offered to help her clean the printer. But Eve never let anyone touch her equipment. She always did everything herself with her photographic gear.

  He needed to be firm and consistent. There was no way around it; he’d have to spank her tonight. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he didn’t see where he had any other options if this plan was going to work. And on top of having to punish her, he would have to restrain himself from making love to her afterwards.

  If he made love to her after a punishment, she would eventually equate punishment with sex and that would render the punishment completely ineffective. Next thing he’d know, she’d do something to get spanked just so she could have sex afterwards.

  Tonight would have to be a solid spanking and no lovemaking afterwards. He hoped she wouldn’t hate him.

  Eve grilled steaks for dinner and served them with baked potatoes and a salad. She did her best to act normally and not think about what might happen later.

  After dinner, they sat together on the sofa in the living room and watched a movie. About halfway through the movie, during a commercial break, Stephen rubbed Eve’s shoulder and quietly said, “You realize you have a spanking coming tonight, don’t you?”

  Eve tensed. She had hoped he was going to let it go like he had her blowup this morning. “But, honey. I don’t think you should hold it against me. I just blew up because the Coke spilled all over the printer and ruined my print.”

  “Sweetheart, I understand that. But I let your blowup this morning go. I can’t let another one go. You were completely disrespectful in your tirade about the printer incident.”

  Eve was beginning to feel desperate. “Stephen, please. Can’t you let it go? I apologized for what I said.”

  Stephen shook his head and said, “I know you apologized, but I can’t let it go. If we’re going to get that swearing habit of yours under control, we’re going to have to be consistent with the punishment. I can’t let two blowups go in one day.”

  The commercial ended and the movie came back on. Eve didn’t say anything else. She knew she had messed up, but she wasn’t looking forward to a spanking. Maybe she could talk him out of it after the movie.

  They watched about fifteen or twenty minutes of the news after the movie was o
ver and then Stephen got up and said, “Come on, honey. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Eve got up and together they walked to the bedroom. Eve felt like she was walking to face a firing squad.

  In the bedroom, Stephen sat down on his side of the bed and patted the space next to him for Eve to sit.

  He began his lecture. “You know, this morning when you stubbed your toe, you were pretty much cussing like a sailor. And you were very disrespectful in the way you spoke to me. But you were injured, and I thought it was probably just a natural way of dealing with the pain in your foot. So I let it go.”

  He went on, “Then when the spilled Coke on the printer happened, you had another major episode of cussing and disrespect towards me. Honey, I want to help you be a better person. I want to help you get some of your behaviors that we both agree are not very constructive, under control. That’s what we’ve agreed to and in order for it work, we have to be consistent. Do you understand?”

  Eve looked down at her lap as she nodded her head. “Yes, I do understand, Stephen. But I also think that the incident with the printer was very similar to the one with my foot this morning. I think anyone would have reacted similarly. I think it’s a special case and that you could let it go.”

  “Maybe you’re right, Eve. A lot of people, maybe even most people, would react the same as you did. But I still believe you need to accept your punishment for the printer incident. You were extremely disrespectful to me over that.”

  Eve realized she wasn’t going to get out of this spanking. She could only hope it wouldn’t be too severe. But damn it, there was no way she was going to admit to Stephen that she deserved this punishment. She sat there quietly, not saying anything else.

  “Eve? Do you agree that you were very disrespectful to me?”

  He’s not going to let it go, she thought. She nodded her head in agreement.

  “I need you to say it, Eve. I need you to say that you were disrespectful and that you swore several times.”