by Becca Little
“You almost didn’t let me carry you over the threshold.” He said with a friendly, agitated laugh.
“Sorry, I was a little excited!” I leapt from his arms the second we were officially inside.
It was everything I hoped for and more. Five glorious bedrooms adorned the upstairs, and the ground level was a vast open canvas I could paint with whatever furniture I chose. There was certainly going to be a lot of shopping to fill my days from that point forward. The living room already had a set of furniture in it, which I assumed was just there to model the home and show prospective buyers how it could look. Once I had looked the whole house over a dozen times and planned what I wanted in every nook and cranny, I returned to the living room to find him sitting on the couch. I walked over and joined him, a smile permanently stretched across my face. I couldn’t believe he had made my dreams come true. I snuggled up next to him and stared at the cardboard cutout of a television slipped into the wooden entertainment center. I imagined us there, with a fire roaring in the fireplace, and old movies playing. I could already picture where the Christmas tree would go, right in front of the gigantic window which overlooked the road. We finally had a home—a real home. One that we could grow old in together... I let out a sigh of bliss and looked over at him.
“Thank you so much for this…” I moved closer. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Julie.” He put his arm around me. “Do you remember what I said to you on our wedding night?”
“Something about eternal love, joy, all that?” Truthfully, it was all kind of a blur after the emotion of the day.
“I said I would take care of you, and that you would never have to work a day in your life, but what I wanted in return was absolute submission.” As he said the words, I remembered them. He had actually said them to me shortly after we got engaged, and again on our wedding night.
“I do remember that. I agreed to them then and I agree to them now. I’m perfectly fine with you being the head of the household and making the important decisions. I know you only have my best interest in mind.” I looked into his eyes and nodded.
“I have our best interests in mind.” He corrected me with a stern look. “It goes deeper than that though, Julie. I am a man with many desires, and when I want something, I expect it. I’m not used to being told no.”
“When have I ever told you no?” I tilted my head in confusion.
“Last night.” He said as he pursed his lips into a flat line. “Last night you refused to do what I asked.”
“I just wanted us to feel it together…” I hugged him closer. “I wanted the emotional connection.”
“To put it bluntly, I just wanted to cum. I wanted you to help me with that. I really didn’t think it was much to ask at all.” His tone suggested that he was very serious about what he said which caused me to pull away and look at him in concern.
“I’m sorry…” I looked down at the edge of the sofa and rolled it around nervously in my fingers. “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”
“That isn’t the point. The point is that a submissive wife does what her husband asks. She doesn’t question his motives, she simply obeys.” He straightened himself on the couch.
“I really didn’t think it was fair for you to enjoy yourself without me there.” I admitted with a sigh. “Lesson learned…”
“Then you understand that I have to punish you for your lack of obedience?” He lifted my chin with the edge of his knuckle until his eyes were locked on mine.
“Punish me?” I felt a sense of a dread swarming over me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to give you a spanking.” He said as he reached for my wrist.
“What? A spanking? No!” I pulled away and shook my head.
“You have to understand that failing to obey me and denying me what I want comes with consequences. Truthfully, I’ve put up with your bratty behavior for two years now without correcting it, but that is going to have to change.” He continued reaching for me until he had my wrist in his hand.
“I’ll be good, I promise. I will never deny you again.” My promises fell on deaf ears as he pulled me across his lap.
“I know.” He said as his hands slipped under my dress and pulled it up around my waist. “But that doesn’t change the fact you did, and for that, I have to punish you.”
“Please don’t…” I whimpered as his hands wrapped around my panties and pushed them to my knees.
He didn’t respond, instead I felt his hand come down hard in the center of my bottom. I hadn’t had my bottom reddened since I was a little girl and my father taught me not to put candy in my pocket at the supermarket. I only needed one trip across his knee to learn that lesson, and I was fairly certain I would only need one across my husband’s knee to learn how to be a good submissive wife. His hand moved from one side of my bottom to the other, leaving a resonating sting behind each time he did. I had heard his words when he said them both times, but they had gone in one ear and out the other. I thought they were just professions of love and I didn’t realize those words actually carried weight. I loved Stephen, and he had done an amazing job helping us build a life. I hated being a disappointment to him. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he would spank me when I failed to obey him. I kicked my feet several times as he punished me with the palm of his hand, regretting my decision not to help him the night before. Had I realized what the result would be, I would have said every dirty thing I could think of until every drop of cum was drained from his cock. I whimpered and whined as the rhythm of his hand echoed throughout our new home. I was thankful we didn’t have any neighbors there to hear my comeuppance, because I was certain the walls of our apartment would not have been able to contain the sound of my spanking.
“Oww! I’m sorry, Stephen!” I continued to kick my feet until he repositioned me and brought his leg across the back of them.
“The more you fight, the harder is it going to be.” He brought his hand down three times in the center of my bottom to accentuate his point.
“Yes sir…” I whimpered and stopped my flailing.
I couldn’t believe I had called him sir, just like I was a little girl in trouble, but it was exactly how I felt. Stephen was strong enough to hold me in place whether I stopped fighting or not, but I didn’t want to invite more punishment than I had already earned. His hand returned to the rhythmic spanking, moving from one side to the other, although he occasionally landed two in a row on the same spot, which caused me to arch my back and squeal. I had underestimated his tolerance for my bratty behavior, and I thought it was all unnoticed, but it was clear that I had just been slowly building up to an inevitable trip across his knee. I started to slip, even with his leg across the back of my thighs, so he paused to pull me back into position. He lifted his knee underneath my hips, pushing my bottom out to greet his hand with more enthusiasm than I could have ever mustered. The stinging sensation was building, getting worse with each passing second. Even though I tried to hold still, my body involuntarily contorted to try and avoid his palm, but he quickly put be back in place, giving me three in the center of my bottom to remind me where I belonged. I wasn’t mad, or angry with him for spanking me, but I still wanted it to end. I fought the urges building within me until I simply could not take anymore. I threw my hand back in desperation, pleading for him to stop.
“Please, I can’t take anymore…” I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
“You said that earlier today. You were wrong then and you’re wrong now.” He slipped his hand around my wrist and pulled the offending hand away, bringing his hand down five times in the center of my bottom.
“Oww!!!” I squealed and squirmed around as the pain erupted.
“This spanking will be over when I feel like you have learned your lesson.” He said as five more landed.
“Okay, I’m sorry!” I wailed and felt tears rolling down my face.
I gained a new respect for my husband as he blistered my
“I’m so sorry, I’ll never disappoint you again.” I made an authentic promise, one that I truly meant.
“This will make us closer than we already are.” He stroked my hair gently. “Everything is forgiven.”
I knew he was right. The guilt I felt as he spoke to me before he put me over his knee was gone. I knew I had earned the spanking and earned his forgiveness. I was even able to forgive myself. The ride back to our apartment was uncomfortable as every bump reignited the fire he spread across my bottom. When we got back, I was emotionally drained. He fixed me a bowl of soup and then I went to bed. The next day, it was like nothing had happened, but I knew I was changed. I no longer looked at Stephen as a man I could bully or tease. I saw him as a dominant force, one that ruled over me. Our passion was still as hot and heavy as it always had been. Nothing changed in that regard. After a few weeks of planning, we moved into the house and I started to fill it up with the things I imagined during my first tour. Stephen’s new job basically meant there was no limit on what I could spend, although I still cleared the purchases with him before I swiped my card at the counter. With a kitchen and a dining room fit for a royal family, I was able to start cooking dinner each night. That was fairly difficult in our small apartment, so we spent a lot of time eating from cans and boxes. My mother sent me a copy of our family cookbook and I had fun recreating and tweaking some of her famous dishes. By the time our third anniversary rolled around, I had mostly forgotten about my one trip over his knee. I was too consumed with being the submissive wife he loved.
“So, have you seen a doctor?” My mother got straight to the subject of my uterus as I popped another birth control pill and washed it down with my morning coffee.
“Mom, I already told you, there is nothing to worry about.” I shook my head and sighed as I picked up the third dress I had tried on.
“Okay, so everything is good in the bedroom?” She had no shame.
“Mom! I am not having that conversation with you. I love you, goodbye!” I let out an audible grunt as I hung up the phone.
We had big plans for the evening, and the last thing I needed was a long drawn out conversation about the birds and the bees with my mother. Stephen and I would have children when we were ready, and I wasn’t going to let her nagging push me towards pressuring him about it. The conversation had come up a few times, and we both agreed that it wasn’t time. Clearly the five bedrooms in the house were not going to fill themselves, and we both understood there would be a time and place for them. It wasn’t like my biological clock was ticking away anytime soon, and Stephen was a genetic jackhammer, so I knew there was nothing to worry about on his end. I finally settled on a dress I liked and removed the bun my hair was fashioned into. I really needed to get to the salon before twelve, so I finished the shower in record time. I got home with plenty of time to spare and took great care not to snap one of my new manicured nails before dinner. I knew Stephen would have to get ready before we went out, so I sat down on the sofa in my bra and panties, ready to hop into the dress in a moment’s notice. He opened the front door and I ran over to meet him.
“Honey, I’m home.” He said with the same sarcastic tone he always used.
“Happy Anniversary!” I said as I embraced him.
“You’re a little undressed aren’t you?” His fingers started to explore my exposed flesh.
“I’ll get ready while you’re showering. So what did you get me this year? It is going to have to be big if it is going to top a house…” I winked at him.
“Sit down, let’s talk for a minute.” His tone was flat, which made me worry. I sat down in a chair and he took a seat on the couch across from me.
“What’s up?” I asked as he tapped the edge of the sofa with his fingers.
“Your mother called me at work today…” He looked me in the eyes and my heart sank.
“Oh no…” I felt the color draining out of my face.
“Apparently, she’s concerned that we haven’t provided her with any grandchildren—at least two of them to be precise. She wanted to know if I should talk with your father about where I’m supposed to be…” I held my hand up before he could finish.
“Tell me she didn’t.” I tensed up in terror and disgust.
“That was just one of her many solutions. She mentioned doctors, adoptions, and went one for at least ten minutes about the starving children in China who need homes. She even asked if I was too old to have children.” His tone seemed to get more agitated as he spoke.
“Stephen, I am so sorry. You know my mother can be quite crazy.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Well, I’m less concerned about her and more concerned about you. You told me that you had this conversation with her two years ago and she understood that we weren’t ready for children.” He leaned back against the cushion and tilted his head. “Did you lie to me?”
“I tried! I swear! She’s a religious nut! She thinks birth control was invented by devil worshipers to promote premarital sex!” I rambled and started to mumble. “I’ll call her right now.”
“That isn’t necessary. I set her straight once she finished her diatribe.” He stood up and reached for my hand.
“She must think you’re the devil incarnate, now…” I looked up at him, and already knew what was coming. I extended my hand to his.
“Maybe, but at least I didn’t tell her a bold faced lie. You’ve been lying to her for years now, and to me. Do I need to tell you how much trouble you’re in?” He took my hand tightly.
“No sir…” I said with a whimper.
“I didn’t think so. As for your anniversary present, well I picked up something on the way home.” He reached into the back of his coat and pulled out an oval wooden paddle that was apparently stuffed handle first into his belt.
“Oh no…” It was thick and rounded enough to cover one whole side of my bottom with a single swat. The handle was long enough for him to easily grip.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He walked me upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door. “Remove your panties.”
“Yes sir.” I said and pushed them down to the floor.
He took a seat on the bed and I walked over to him. He guided me across his knee and positioned me so that my bottom was underneath the paddle. It was cool to the touch when he tapped it on my bottom, but I knew that would not last long. The first crack met my eardrums before my brain processed the sting, but it didn’t take long for them to come in unison each time the paddle came down on my bottom. The sting was much different than his hand and the wide surface covered a lot more flesh than it did. It had my little toes curled and my feet kicking after less than ten swats on my unprotected bare bottom. The agony was intense and it came on fast. I would have much rather had another session with his hand than my new anniversary present. Some present it was! The year before, I had gotten a house to go with my spanking. I knew the paddle surely wasn’t the only thing he had planned for my anniversary, but the lavish gift I would have received before he found out about my lies was the furthest thing from my mind as the pain consumed me. I had tried so hard to be good, so hard to be his submissive wife, yet there I was again across his knee getting my bottom paddled like a little girl. My bottom bounced with each swat, and was right back in place for the next sting by the time he got one stiff smack on the other side. I tried to hold my position, not wanting to feel what the paddle would do if I didn’t, but it wasn’t long until that reality came calling my name.
“You didn’t learn not to fight after last time?” He asked harshly as the paddle came down five times in the center of my bottom.
“Oww! Ouch! It is hard to stay still! It hurts!” I squirmed into place and stopped moving.
“Telling lies hurts.” He said as he gave me five more hard smacks in the delicate center part of my bottom.
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