By: Measha Stone
She was standing in the far right corner of the room when he walked into their bedroom. He stood in the doorway just looking at her, getting his fill of her beauty. Even when he was angry with her, and was ready to administer a punishment he could look at her through loving eyes. Her beauty was never wasted with him.
She had disrobed, her clothing folded neatly on the edge of the bed. Her long brown hair was cascading down her naked back, the soft curls ended at the top of her bottom. She loved having her hair long, but had always kept it cut enough that it did not cover her backside. Her hands were folded neatly on the top of her head, lifting her breasts slightly. He let his eyes roam down to her rear end, and he noticed the slight shifting of her bare feet. His stare made her uncomfortable, he smiled to himself, he would look at her all he wanted before getting down to business. Her cheeks were perfectly round, much to his liking. Her skin was unblemished, silky white. He would soon change that, he thought as he hooked his thumb into his belt and leaned against the doorjamb.
“I’ll give you the floor first,” his voice boomed into the silent room. She didn’t jump at the sound of his voice as she had known he was there the entire time. “Explain yourself now because once we start there will be more discussion,” his voice was hard.
“I don’t think I have an explanation that would suit you,” she commented softly from the corner, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
“No? There isn’t much to be said now? You had plenty to say over dinner. You mentioned how you are free woman, and you can and will do as you please. Remember, how you bellowed from across the room as you stomped your way up the stairs that you would do as you please, when you pleased?” he kept his tone even as he recounted the last comments she had hurled at him as she made her way up to their room.
“I was upset,” she whispered, he knew that she was now calm enough to see the error of her actions but that was not the whole of the matter.
“Why were you upset? Because I said no to buying a new car right now? We don’t have the money for a higher monthly payment, your car is perfectly fine, and..you know…it doesn’t really matter,” he shook his head at himself. “I’m not going to defend my decision to you. We decided together a long time ago who was going to be making these decisions. The decision has been made.” he pushed himself off of the door jam and walked over to where his wife was still standing. He looked at her profile, she was frowning. “Are you scared?” he asked with a tinge of guilt tugging at him, his words had been a bit harsher then he had intended.
“No,” she answered softly.
“Go over to the bed and get into position,” he directed her after pausing for a moment to assure himself that she was not fearful of what was coming. She nodded slightly, turned, and walked gently to the bed. He watched as she pulled the large pillows from beneath the comforter and piled them in the center of their massive bed.
She climbed onto the bed, not looking towards him, and laid herself over the pillows so that her bottom was propped up into the air. She reached her hands over her head and nestled a smaller pillow beneath her cheek before reaching upwards again and gripping the thick posts of the headboard.
He walked to the other side and sat beside her on the bed, wrapping his left arm around her waist and pulling her bottom slightly towards him. He then rested his right hand on her bare cheeks, and felt the chill on her skin.
“We tried the 50/50 decision making, didn’t we?” he asked as he traced her bottom lightly with his fingertips.
“Yes,” she answered keeping her face turned from him.
“Were you happy that way?” he prompted.
“No,” she sighed.
“What was it you asked me five years ago?” he turned to look at the back of her head and knew that she was probably blushing at the memory.
“I asked you to take the lead, to punish….” she took a deep breath. “To punish me when I was behaving badly,”
“And do you think you’ve behaved badly tonight?” he continued his questions as he rested his hand now on the back of her thigh.
“Yes, I did,”
“Explain, please,” he began to run her bottom roughly with his hand and she knew he was almost ready to begin.
“I asked you to make the big decisions, to be the tie breaker, and when I didn’t get my way this evening, I acted like a spoiled little brat,” she spoke so fast that he almost didn’t catch everything that she had said. He smiled to himself and nodded.
“That’s right. And what is going to happen now?”
“You are going to spank me,” she whispered into the pillow.
“That’s right,” and with that announcement he brought his hand down onto her waiting bottom. She gripped the posts of the bed harder as he continued to move the swats all around her round backside. He held tightly to her waist, to keep his target fully in his view.
He watched as her milky white skin began to change into a rosy pink. He could hear the rhythmical sound of his hand making contact with her cheeks and he began to move his aim lower to the tops of her thighs. He was nothing if not thorough. He would not move onto the harder punishment until he was sure her bottom was warmed up enough to take it.
She began to wiggle a bit in his grasp as he intensified the spanking. He could hear her soft yelps between the slapping sound of hand meeting flesh and he looked over his shoulder to find her face buried in the pillow.
“You will behave like a proper lady should behave,” he paused for a moment to speak. He laid his hand on her now crimson cheek and felt the heat there. “When I make a decision for our family, it is in the best interest of us, not my own greed. You have no real need for a car right now.” he emphasized his statement with a harsh slap to her thigh and was rewarded with a slight kick of her leg. He quickly gave her ten more swats, five to each cheek, before standing up from the bed.
She turned her head to the side and looked at him only for a moment. She saw him begin to unbuckle his belt and she closed her eyes and turned away again. She heard the metal latch opening and the belt being pulled free from it’s loops. She cringed as she imagined in her mind him folding the belt over in his hand and now standing beside the bed with it loosely dangling at his side.
“I will not have my wife having a fit because I have told her no to a new toy. You promised to be obedient and I have promised to punish you when you are not,” he reminded her. “You will be getting ten with the belt. Count them,” he ordered and before she had time to brace herself she felt the wicked leather lash against her skin.
“ONE!” she yelled out and pulled on the headboard as she threw her head back and yelped when the belt once again slammed against her thighs. “TWO!!!” she rested her face into the pillow and awaited the third blow.
“It is not just that you threw a fit that is so upsetting to me. But, that you actually thought having one would change my mind,” he spoke now softly. “You though to manipulate my decision with your behavior. Is that how you should act?”
“No,” she shook her head into the pillow. “I agreed that you would make these kinds of decisions,” she agreed with him. “I acted like a a greedy child, and I”m sorry,” she looked back at him now with remorse in her eyes. He knew that she did truly regret her actions, but had promised 10 licks and she was going to get each and every one of them. He nodded, to let her know that he had heard her and he brought the belt down again. “THREE!!…….FOUR…..FIVE!”
Her body tensed with each stroke of the belt, each new sting brought about a new sensation to her mind. She was focused on accepting her punishment from him now. She had earned it and she decided to take it with as much dignity that she could muster. “SIX!” she straightened her legs out and tensed her bottom in preparation for the last four strokes.
“Open your legs,” he commanded when he saw the way she was positioned. She groaned into the pillow and slid her legs open until each foot was touching the edge of the bed. There was no clenching now, no protecting her bottom from the lashing he was giving her. “SEVEN….EIGHT…NINE…” she took a deep breath and braced herself for the last stroke. His aim was true, “TEN!!!” the belt landed directly onto the tops of her thighs, where most of the spanking had been aimed.
She stayed in position, keeping her legs open, her hands now resting next to the head board. She kept her head down on the pillow and was softly crying. He sat next to her and laid his hand on her back and let her cry. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t overly hurt, but that the tears were her release. He looked down at the bottom he had been admiring not more then 30 minutes prior. Long gone was the milky white round bottom he had been staring at. Left now was a bright, red, raw backside that had been properly thrashed. He wanted to rub some of the sting away but didn’t allow himself.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly as he ran his hand over the back of her head gently. She nodded and pulled herself up to her knees. He had barely opened his arms before she threw herself into them, tossing them both back onto the bed.
“I’m so sorry,” she sniffled as he hugged her to his chest. She laid with her head on him as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“I know,” he kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled.
“You love me,” she stated matter of factly.
“You love me, too,” he chuckled and reached behind him and turned off the side table lamp……..