Chapter 2 #3
If he let his hand slip between her thighs, he knew he’d likely find her wet and slippery already. His wife loved a good spanking and the way she reacted to them never failed to turn him on. They’d both enjoy it if he let his fingers wander…
But this wasn’t foreplay. It was discipline, and it was time to remind her of that. The slow tempo picked up until he was peppering her ass and thighs with sharp slaps. Her soft moans turned into gasps, as her skin heated and darkened into a rosy blush.
By the time his palm began to burn, she’d begun to make sounds of distress. Her face had gone back into the blankets to muffle the noise, but he could hear the faint yelps and whimpers. “Someone is out of practice with getting her backside tanned,” he commented, chuckling.
“It always hurts more when I’m in trouble,” she said, lifting her head just enough that he could hear.
“That’s kind of the point, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’m not going to let you get out of practice again.
Starting tomorrow we’re turning over a new leaf, and speaking of new…
” He paused, letting his hand come to rest against her hot skin.
“I bought a new toy a few months back, but it was a little too mean for foreplay, so it’s just been sitting in the drawer unused. ”
She groaned. “I-I think your hand is enough.” There was a slight pause and then she quickly added, “Sir.”
“Do you? I don’t. If we’re going to start over, I want to make sure you feel like you’ve paid for all your sins. I wouldn’t want any lingering guilt to hamper our new start. Besides, I think this new implement will make a good impression on you.”
A shiver rolled through her body, and she squirmed on her knees as he moved away from the bed.
It was very likely that at least some of her reaction came from excitement.
Allegra hadn’t yet been pushed past the limits of what she found arousing.
His hand alone was rarely enough to make it real punishment, because she enjoyed the skin-to-skin too much, even when she felt guilty about whatever she was in trouble for.
But Carter knew the lingering thrill would quickly die when he brought out the new toy. He’d hidden it underneath the multitude of other fun, and not-so-fun, implements they’d gathered over the years. It wasn’t until he pulled it out that he remembered how thick it was.
The strap was wide, nearly wide enough to be called a paddle, and it was made of heavy-duty rubber. The kind they used for tires. The kind that would stripe her backside with heavy welts and leave her sitting carefully for a couple of days.
He considered it, as he turned it over in his hands. He wondered if maybe it was a bit much for the first punishment in such a long time. His glance flicked over to her, unsurprised to see that she’d twisted enough to peek at what he was doing.
“What do you think, Allegra?” he asked, as he held it up so she could get a good look.
“It looks horrible and mean,” she blurted. Her eyes had gone wide as they fixed on his hands.
“I expect it feels horrible and mean too.” He laughed at the way her expression twisted.
His wife loved leather, and even some of their wooden toys she could enjoy.
But rubber had a nastier bite and there weren’t many rubber implements that she liked, which is why he generally reserved them for punishment.
And she definitely deserved this punishment but overdoing it now could cause problems with moving forward.
He went back to digging around in the drawer, until he found a paddle that would remind her of her rules, without making her regret bringing the dynamic back into play.
He placed the rubber strap in front of her. “I’ll be using the paddle next, and If you stay in place for the rest of your punishment, we’ll end with only two strokes of the strap as a reminder for future behavior.”
She swallowed audibly. “Just two?” She didn’t look up; her eyes were focused hard on the new implement.
“Yes, but every time you fall forward, or try to roll away, or attempt to evade the paddle in any way … I’ll be adding two more. So, I guess it’s up to you how much of that rubber you feel tonight. You understand me?”
“Y-yes Sir.” There was a nervous quaver in her voice.
That was to be expected. Allegra was a struggler, and once the spanking reached the point of hurting more than she could enjoy … she tended to do a lot of moving. Over-the-knee spankings could become wrestling matches because of it, and he rarely used them for punishment because of that.
He missed the more personal lap spankings, but putting her on hands and knees limited how wild the thrashing could get.
It had become the default for real lessons.
It wouldn’t keep her from trying though, especially with her being out of practice.
They both knew she was going to earn some extra strokes tonight.
“Keep your eyes on that strap, maybe it will help you remember to stay still.” The advice probably wasn’t necessary; she hadn’t stopped staring at it yet.
He tapped her quivering backside with the paddle to warn her he was about to start and then…