As he paid the cab driver, he looked over his shoulder to see her face smiling out at him from the front window. They reached each other just as he entered the front door, and enveloped each other in a hug of loving welcome. His business trips were routine, but this time he had been away a whole week, and they had missed each other exceedingly. They kissed passionately and deeply, with a sensuous heat that had permeated their relationship since they first met and had only intensified with three years of marriage. As the kiss ended, he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry.” It was their code phrase, signifying a desire to play out a spanking scene. She leaned away and fixed him with a stern gaze, her eyebrow playfully arching.
“Sorry for what?”
“I wasn’t as chaste on my trip as I promised you,” he said with downcast eyes. “I fantasized about you several times, even pictured you naked, and even...well, once I just had to...masturbate.” He swallowed, awaited her reaction.
“We have agreements about this sort of thing, don’t we?” she asked him in a parental tone. When he nodded, she continued, “Well, we shall have to teach you a lesson, I suppose. Go into our bedroom and take off everything except your underwear.”
His heart started pounding as he walked toward the rear of the house. This aspect of their sexual lives had begun over a year ago, and it provided immense pleasure for the both of them. Playing out a spanking scene, whether on the giving or receiving end, never failed to excite him, even more so now, given the long period of time since their last episode. He entered the bedroom and began removing his clothes. As he did, his gaze fell with excitement on the smooth, wooden oval paddle that she had placed in the center of their bed. She had given it to him on his last birthday, making use of it that night with a thorough birthday spanking. He smiled to himself as he realized that she had anticipated him asking for a spanking upon returning from his trip. Their ability to anticipate the needs of the other was one of the things that made their relationship work so well. He removed all of his clothes except underwear, as per her instructions, and sat on the end of the bed, anticipating.
She entered the room dressed in a beautiful white teddy that left little to the imagination. As his gaze swept her from head to toe, he became aroused immediately, producing a tell-tale bulge in his boxers. She smiled at that, as always taking pride in her ability to arouse him. She eyed him playfully, began to tease him, “So, you decided to be naughty while you were away? Couldn’t wait just a few days? Not even with me as your reward?” with this she propped her leg on the bed, tantalizing him. “Well, I’ll bet you will regret that indiscretion very soon. Stand up, and turn around.” He complied silently. She sat on the end of the bed where he had been sitting, and ordered him to bend over her lap. “I’m going to get you warmed up first, with just a few smacks with my hand.” She rubbed his bottom through the thin cotton cloth of his boxers, then paused to run her hand down his bottom and between his legs. She giggled when she heard him moan. The first few smacks were light, as she established a pace, but they became progressively harder, until he squirmed almost imperceptibly on her lap. After several dozen blows, she stopped. “Stand up.” He rose, trembling with anticipation at what he knew was coming.
“Now for the more severe part of your punishment,” she said. “You know you deserve it, don’t you? You know you’ve been a naughty little boy.” He nodded, his eyes downcast. “Very well. I want you to hand me your paddle and then pull down your underwear.” He retrieved the paddle and then slid his boxers down, feeling the heat from his reddened bottom as he did so.
“Back over my lap.” She helped him get positioned, then took a practice swing to test her balance. “Forty of these, and then your punishment will be over,” she said. He nodded at the floor, and closed his eyes. The first smack made his bottom bounce, and the sting made him rise onto his toes. She proceeded to forty, each blow coming harder than the one before. At forty, the paddle was still. She pulled him to her and simultaneously laid back on the bed. They kissed passionately, and she whispered seductively in his ear, “Welcome home.”