Chapter Twenty-Two
“Before he gets here,” Amber said thirty minutes later, after she’d readied for the day, “we need to address the little spying incident that happened last night.”
Aaron gulped. Standing in the living room of their small, cozy cottage, wearing only his wet diaper that Mommy had kept him in all morning, he hung his head in shame.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” she probed after a minute of tense silence.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Not half as sorry as you’re going to be.”
Aaron was in shock. Amber had spanked him before, but more often than not, it felt as if she was just playing along.
Right now was different, though.
This seemed so…real. Like it was actual life for them rather than mere roleplay.
“W-what do you mean by that?” he asked her, ashamed that is voice was trembling.
Amber opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, there was a knock at the door.
Oh crap! Was that Grant already?
Aaron sure didn’t want the other man to see his chastisement!
But when Amber opened the door, Aaron saw it was the same delivery person from the store who’d dropped off their packages yesterday.
“Here are the items you requested, Ms. Garrett. Do you need help getting them inside?”
“No, but thank you. My little cucky can take care of it.”
Aaron nearly fell to the floor. What the heck was happening? Amber was absolutely owning this!
Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she said, “Little boy, come get this package.”
Aaron did as Mommy had told him.
She thanked and tipped the delivery guy as he left and then turned to face her husband. “You’re not going to like this. But I bet it’ll be a while before you spy on me and a lover again.”
Lover.
Amber had a lover.
And it sounded like she was planning to take more.
What. The. Hell.
This was the strangest mix of a dream come true and complete angst he’d ever felt.
He’d have to reflect on it later. At the moment, he had bigger things on his mind.
Like that wooden paddle Mommy was pulling out of the big box that had just been delivered.
After looking it over in approval, Amber held the implement up and said, “Poor little guy. I’m afraid you’re not going to like this very much. But then again, Grant and I didn’t like you spying on us. Guess you’re about to pay the piper.”
Aaron was truly speechless. His knees wobbled. He could feel his fingers twitching.
If he could go back in time, he wouldn’t have tried to sneak that peek last night. But there was no changing the past. And that brief glimpse of Amber and Grant he’d caught would be forever seared into his mind.
He hoped it was worth it.
Because something told him his bottom was about to be seared, too.
“Come on. Let’s get that soggy diapee off. After you’re tidied up, I’ll paddle that cute little booty of yours.”
With the paddle in one hand and using her other to grip Aaron’s elbow, she guided him to the changing station. She leaned the paddle against the base of it and said, “Hop up there.”
Aaron obeyed and a moment later he was lying still while Mommy unfastened the four tapes on his diaper and peeled it away from him.
The cool, dry air that greeted him felt nice. So did the wet wipe she used to clean his most sensitive area.
When his member twitched, though, at her touch, she said, “Oh no, baby boy. Don’t even think about it. It’ll be a while until you get anything. Naughty boys don’t get to go in Mommy’s pussy. They have to keep their little pee-wees in pampers.”
Aaron was reeling. He actually couldn’t remember the last time he’d been inside his own wife! It seemed like forever! But another man experienced her just last night.
And Grant most likely would again today, it sounded like.
Shit!
“All finished,” Amber said.
Torn from his thoughts, Aaron looked up through confused eyes. “But I don’t have a diaper on.”
“I know. Spanking you over that thick padding wouldn’t teach you a lesson, now would it?
And I want you to learn something here. You’re going to feel this.
Come down from there, little boy. I want you to bend over and grab your ankles.
” She flashed a wicked grin. "Unless you'd prefer we wait for Grant and he can help hold you down. Your choice."
Would she really do that? Holy cow! At the rate she was going, he wouldn't put that or anything past her. So, he shook his head. "No, ma'am. I'll obey."
He climbed off the changing table and then did as he'd been told.
This was really happening. He was going to get an actual spanking.
From his wife.
A part of him still didn't fully believe it. He figured the first swat of the paddle would be a light one, followed by more teasing. His past spankings just hadn't amounted to much.
But when the crack of that wood on his bare bottom finally arrived, he knew he'd guessed wrong. The sting was horrible. And he let out a soft groan of pain.
"Are you going to spy on me and my lovers again?"
Whoa. Had she said lovers? As in plural?
Now wasn't the time to wonder about that. She'd asked him a question and he needed to be quick with an answer or else he might get extra swats. Amber was clearly not playing around right now!
"No, ma'am."
The paddle cracked loudly for a second time. The sting was equally as painful as the first swat.
She gave him several more spanks, each one eliciting a cry of anguish. Aaron thought he might start crying at any moment, but he managed to keep his composure until they were ten licks in.
Then the dam broke.
But Amber wasn't finished with him yet.
The paddle flattened his cheeks once more, and a fresh heat ignited where the blow landed before radiating outward in a fierce, angry pulse. It was almost too much.
Tears were streaming down his face now. A raging inferno burned on his backside. Fitting, he thought, given his profession. But there was no humor to be found in the bitter irony.
Mercifully, though, she ceased after twenty-five swats.
His bottom felt twice its normal size, and he could feel the welts that had no doubt formed.
“Come here, lovie. Give Mommy a hug.”
She held him tightly and rocked him as she kissed his head soothingly. “Mommy doesn’t like having to bust your bottom. I’d much rather cuddle or have fun. But you need to learn that when I’m with someone, I expect privacy. Have I made myself clear?”
Aaron sniffled and nodded.
“No. That’s not good enough. Now, I’ll ask again and I expect a real answer. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
They kissed and the hug lasted a moment longer, helping put Aaron at ease.
“Come on. Let’s get a diaper on you before Grant gets here.”
Once again, the world started spinning. Why was Grant coming? Was it just a friendly visit? Maybe Millie would tag along and they were all going to get breakfast or something.
But he didn’t really believe that was the case.
He’d known Amber long enough to read her expressions. And that was pure desire he saw in her eyes right now.
Desire and happiness.
She was in her element, it seemed.