At Home In Corbin's Bend

by Maggie Ryan

  “You seem distracted,” Jason said to Russ. “Something on your mind?”

  Russ let out a deep sigh, “Yeah, but I don’t know if I should be talking about it to you guys.”

  “Hey, there’s no pressure here, Russ,” Brent told him. “Just know that if you want or need to talk, we’re here to help. I imagine it’s been a little different for you and Debi now that you live in a spanking community.”

  “It sure has. That little block party Venia put together so we could meet our neighbors was great, but we were a little surprised at the easy way everyone talks about spanking and discipline.”

  Jason chuckled and said, “A lot of our people were ostracized in whatever town they came from. Some of them were shunned by their own families when their ‘secret’ lifestyle came out. Ange O’Brien lost her teaching job in Ireland. Matt Renton lost his job as a chef in Arizona. His wife’s family thought he was abusing her and urged her to leave him. When domestic discipline and other slightly different dynamics are so common and natural, as they are here, it’s a relief to be able to talk about it and discuss it.”

  “Yeah, I can see that. It’s probably similar to what gay people have always gone through.”

  “It is very similar to that. And on top of it, HoHs have been accused of abuse. So let us help you if we can. We don’t need specifics, you can talk to us in general terms.”

  Russ looked at the two men who he now considered as friends and told them what he’d done.

  “I spanked my wife today.”

  Jason and Brent looked at each other, then turned to Russ and they each grinned from ear to ear.

  “What did Debi do to earn a spanking?” Jason asked. Then he backpedaled and said, “Don’t answer if you’re not comfortable with it.”

  “She didn’t do anything. At least not something that would call for a spanking. She just got curious about the lifestyle…you know, about DD—and she looked it up and read these blogs.”

  “So you spanked for being too curious?” Jason asked with a lift of his eyebrow.

  “No, of course not. She told me reading about women getting spanked sort of…well…hey, are you sure this isn’t going to get back to her?”

  Brent reassured him by saying, “Whatever is said in the man cave stays in the man cave.”

  “She said it turned her on. So while we were…uh…you know, fooling around, I made her tell me one of the stories that turned her on. She got turned on even more and practically begged me to spank her. So I did.”

  “Oh ho.” Jason nodded his head in understanding. “So this was a pleasurable spanking.”

  “It sure as hell was.”

  When the other two men looked up, Russ was sure they heard the less than pleased tone that he couldn’t quite keep out of his voice.

  “So what’s the problem?” Brent wanted to know.

  “No real problem, it was great. But later I sort of put a rule in place and we’ve never had rules or any stuff like that. I’m afraid when the ‘glow’ of our good time wears off, she’ll be pissed as hell.”

  “What’s the rule? And again, just tell me to piss off if you don’t want to tell me,” Jason said.

  Shit! Now he’d done it. He couldn’t tell them she kept accidentally using his old name.

  After a little fast thinking, Russ answered, “There’s a word I don’t like her using. She’s working on it, but every now and then she starts to say it and then corrects herself. So I told her from now on when she messes up like that, she can expect a spanking.”

  “What was her response?”

  “You won’t believe it. When I asked her if she understood, she said, ‘yes, sir.’ She’s never called me sir in over forty years of being married. Where the hell did that come from?”

  Jason clapped him on the back and explained, “I’m sure she just had a little bit of that nice submissive feeling that often comes with a spanking.”

  “Yeah,” Brent agreed. “Your problem now will be following through if and when she breaks that new rule.”

  They continued giving him advice on having to hold firm in maintaining the rule and administering appropriate punishment when necessary.

  “Consistency is key,” Jason advised. “If you meant it when you made the rule, then you have to enforce it if she breaks it.”

  “He’s right,” Brent added. “And you have to be sure a punishment gets the message across. It just won’t do to have a fun little session and tell her she’s been naughty. You have to pound it home, pardon my pun.”

  Russ laughed and said, “I had no idea what I was doing today and I’m sure it will even be worse if I try to punish her. Maybe I should forget about any rules. Then again, I got the feeling she kind of wanted the rule.”

  Jason had something else to say. “It wouldn’t hurt for you two to sit down and have a serious discussion on how you want to handle these things. It needs to be consensual with Debi knowing and agreeing to rules and what the consequences are.”

  “Yeah, I can see where that would be important.” Russ looked at his cell phone to check the time and stood up. “I better get going. Maybe today was just a fun fluke and we’ll never even think about spanking again.”

  “Unlikely, my friend.” Brent gave him a big grin. “I have a feeling you and Debi have both just stepped over the threshold into the world of being spankos.”

  It was after ten and Debi had just gone to bed when she heard Russ come in. She listened to him go through his nightly ritual of checking all the doors and windows. Then he came upstairs and did the same with the spare bedroom and his office. Finally, he made it into their bedroom. She smiled at how hard he tried to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake her up.

  “Hi, I just got in bed so I’m not asleep yet. Did you enjoy the man cave?”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of a cool spot for the guys. I would have been home earlier, but Brent, Jason, and I ended up sitting around talking after everyone else left. What did you do this evening?”

  He closed the bathroom door halfway and turned on the light so he could see to get undressed without it bothering Debi’s eyes.

  “I went over to Venia’s. Erin Cunningham and Ange O’Brien were there and we just talked.” Then she remembered about the public spankings. “They have both been publicly spanked! Erin was spanked with three other women for doing something that made Corbin’s Bend look bad. I’ll tell you about it later. And Ange’s spanking was stopped not too far into it by the person who was at fault for getting things to that point. How humiliating that must have been!”

  “I remember reading about public spankings. The head of the house doles out the spanking. You better read up on what can get you in that kind of trouble. There’s no way I’d ever agree to spanking you with an audience.”

  “Glad to hear that; but don’t worry, I’ll make sure never to get myself in that position.”

  Russ got into bed and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

  “Were you serious about that rule you mentioned earlier today?”

  “Yeah, I was. I never thought I’d make any rules, but you’ve got to be more careful. If we used one of our old names with someone else around, word would get around and I’d bet Brent would guess right off we’re in the Witness Protection Program. He used to be cop back in New York.”

  “I know. And you’re right. But…Russ, would you really punish me? With a for real spanking?”

  “Babe, I don’t want to. But you mess up with that a lot and don’t catch yourself till half my old name is out of your mouth. People are gonna wonder about it and then they’re gonna start talking about it. So just be careful so we don’t have to go there.”

  “Okay, I promise to be more careful.” She turned her head up so she could kiss his jaw before turning on her other side and putting a pillow between her legs so her knees would be comfy. Russ turned on his side and spooned her, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him.

  The ringing of his cell phone woke hi
m at six o’clock. The ring tone told him it was his work phone and he groggily picked it up from the night stand.”

  “This is Russ.”

  “Oh, thank goodness you answered!” a high pitched frantic voice said. “I have a doctor’s appointment this morning and my car won’t start, can you come over and jump it or whatever to get it going?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Give me your address, and I’ll be there in half an hour.”

  He wrote the address down and then she said, “A half hour? Can’t you get here sooner? I don’t want to be late for my appointment.”

  “I’ll get there quick as I can, ma’am.” Russ figured he could skip his shower until he got back from this call.

  Debi rolled over and grinned at him. “Looks like you’re already in demand.”

  “Yeah, and she’s in a hurry. I’ll have to shower when I get back.”

  “Okay, I’ll wait for breakfast until you’re done.”

  He leaned over to kiss her and took off for what he hoped was only the first call of the day.

  Russ came home soon and Debi made breakfast while he showered. While eating, she asked him how the call had gone.

  “She had a dead battery. I gave her a jump and she’ll get a new one in town.”

  “I hope two calls in less than twenty-four hours of getting your van means business will be good for you.”

  “Me too. But it almost has to be up here. They’ve got a thousand residences and that’s probably at least fifteen hundred vehicles. Maybe more when you think that some of the teenagers might have cars.”

  “Well, I’m going to run into town and get a few things for my kindergarten class after I clean up the kitchen. What are you going to do while you wait for the next call?”

  “I think I’ll take a look at that accounting program and get my first two invoices entered. I’d like to stay current and not let that boring task get behind.”

  Chapter 9

  On the way to Boulder, Debi thought about spankings. Not the fun kind, but the real kind. She thought back to the stories she’d read on different blogs and how severe some of those spankings had seemed. Could it be the women who wrote the blogs embellished their stories to make it sound worse than it really was? She had read several vivid descriptions of severe punishments and promised herself to not slip up in calling Russ by his former name. Whether the stories were embellished or not, she thought it might be best to avoid breaking her new rule.

  Debi was back home by noon with several bags of supplies. She bought all the things she could think of to make school fun, interesting, and rewarding for her students. Poster boards for charts on each student’s progress. Stars of every color to show them how well they were doing. Even though she gave every student a blue star, she had to have the other colors so they would believe the possibility of a lesser star existed. She felt it made the children try harder.

  On her first day teaching she learned she should have checked with the school before purchasing all these items. She would have found they already had everything she needed and more. Corbin’s Bend schools were well-funded and didn’t lack for anything. This wasn’t like back home where a teacher often spent between five hundred and a thousand dollars to have supplies for her classroom.

  All thoughts of spankings had been wiped from her mind with her excitement over her purchases.

  “Jess? Oh shit, I mean Russ? Are you home?” She knew he was, his van was in the garage.

  “Yeah, up here, Debi.”

  She ran up the stairs hoping he hadn’t heard her slip-up. It wasn’t on purpose, she told herself. Even though she’d been thinking of doing it on purpose, she wasn’t in the mood to try out a punishment spanking right now. She was excited about what she’d bought for her classroom.

  “Hi, honey. Wait till you see what I bought for the kids.”

  “Debi, come here.”

  His voice was a little funny, she thought. Stern and serious and even commanding. The way he said ‘come here,’ like he was so sure she would obey. The funny thing was that she found herself going to him without any hesitation. She obeyed.

  “We made a rule, Debi. You just broke it.”

  Oh god, he had heard her slip up.

  “I know, honey. But it was just because I was all excited.”

  “You agreed you would be punished if you slipped up again on the name thing.”

  “I know, but I don’t feel like it right now. I want to show you the stuff I bought.”

  Russ sighed. “I doubt many people feel like getting punished. But we agreed, and you’re going to be punished. Now.”

  “No! Russ, come on. I know I agreed, but let’s do it later.” Debi suddenly felt panicky and her belly did a flip-flop. Her thighs pressed tightly together and she felt the dampness of her panties. But she didn’t want to experience a punishment spanking now.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom now.”

  He used that different voice again and for some strange reason, even though she didn’t want to, she found herself obeying and going to the bedroom with him.

  “Get undressed.” He kept his clothes on and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Everything?” she asked in little more than a whisper.

  She watched his face as he thought about it and could tell when he made up his mind. Did that glint in his eye mean he was looking forward to punishing her? Or was he planning to ravish her when he was done with the punishment? She could only hope it was the latter.

  “Yes, everything.”

  Oh, that voice, she thought as she unbuttoned her blouse.

  “Are you getting undressed?”

  “No, I’m not the one getting spanked.”

  She remembered the woman from the block party whose husband believed sex after punishment was a reward. Was that what Russ was thinking? She slipped off her panties and was naked. Swallowing hard, she waited for his next command.

  “Come here.”

  His legs were slightly parted and she stood between them. He put his hands on her hips and lightly caressed her skin.

  “We agreed to this, right?”

  She nodded her head, her eyes slightly wider than usual.

  “You rushed into the house and called out my old name. Didn’t you?”

  She nodded again and whispered, “Yes.”

  “What if someone was up here with me?”

  “But I knew there wasn’t anyone else here. There were no cars in front of the house.”

  “What if Brent or Jason, or anyone for that matter, had walked over and we were up here when you yelled out my old name?”

  “It would have been awkward. I’m sorry J…Russ.” She couldn’t believe she just messed up again.

  “It would have been more than just awkward. It would start people talking. You have to work harder at this, Debi. It’s our safety that’s the issue here. Do you understand?”

  Jeez, the lecture was making her feel worse than she thought the spanking would.

  “Yes, I do. I understand.”

  “Good.” Russ patted his thigh and said, “Now get over my knee.”

  A shiver ran down her spine as she positioned herself over his knee. This time he wasn’t sitting back as far on the bed and she found herself dangling with her head upside down. She had to stretch out her arms to support herself with her hands on the floor. Her legs flailed in the air, with nothing to support them. She wondered if she could use her knee as an excuse to get out of this. But did she really want to get out of it?

  His hand rubbed her ass and he said, “This is not for fun and games, Debi. It’s not going to be like last time. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt quite a bit because I want to be sure that I won’t have to do this again. I intend to get my point across. Do you understand?”

  She thought he didn’t even sound like her husband anymore. So stern and authoritative. Another shiver coursed down her spine and seemed to reach her clit, making it tingle.

  He gripped her waist with his left hand, snugged her in
closely and said, “I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.” Her voice was meek, even submissive.

  The first strike landed unexpectedly and she gasped. It wasn’t terribly hard, but there was a sting to it. He struck the other cheek with the same force and her butt tightened.

  “Relax your muscles.”

  “Yes, sir.” She did her best to relax but it wasn’t easy. Why was she calling him sir?

  Another set of strikes landed on her ass followed immediately by two more right where her ass met her thighs. The sit spot, she thought. The women being spanked on the blogs always talked about the lasting effects of being spanked on the sit spot.

  Two more at the top of her thighs and then he started over on her ass. Two to the butt cheeks, two to the sit spots, two to the top of her thighs. And repeat.

  The next complete set was harder and she cried out. “Ow! That hurts!”

  “I told you it would. You need to get the message about this.” He emphasized his words with a set of harder strikes.

  He stopped momentarily and rubbed her pink bottom. “Yes, I think you’re all warmed up now.”

  Her momentary relief was soon dispelled. She should have known, the blogs all talked about a warm up before the real spanking started.

  Now the blows came down in rapid, sharp strikes. Hard strikes.

  Left cheek, right cheek, left sit spot, right sit spot, left upper thigh, right upper thigh.

  “Ow, Ow! Okay, I get it! You can stop now!”

  Another series, harder yet. Her right hand flew to cover her backside and he caught it and held it tightly to her lower back as he continued to spank her in the rhythm he’d developed.

  Her legs kicked and she squirmed. He paused briefly to capture her legs under his right leg and continued spanking hard and fast, giving her no respite as he rained the spanks on her ass, sit spot, and upper thighs. Her butt was hot and felt like it was on fire. She could feel his cock was straining against his pants.

  Debi begged him to stop. “Please stop, Russ. It hurts, I can’t take anymore. I’m so sorry.”