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hand.
"Shall I spank you now?"
"What?" She pulled away. "What did you just
say?"
"Your spanking. It's time for your spanking."
"You're really going to spank me?"
"I certainly am. I'm going to sit on the bed and
you're going to lie across my lap."
"But, but, why?" she asked.
"Didn't you say you needed one to feel better?
Now, you're still on the hook for the report due next
Monday, you know. The spanking is to help you feel
better now, and to remind you to drive more
carefully. So place yourself across my lap, dear."
Caroline scrambled to do his bidding. For the
first time ever, she was bottoms-up over a man's
knees. Her heart pounded so loudly, she was certain
he could hear it.
"Are you ready?" he said.
"Yuh-yes," she stuttered.
SMACK!
"Yes, what?"
SMACK!
Each of her cheeks burned with its own
handprint, and, wow, who ever thought two little
whacks would smart so?
"Yes, sir?"
SMACK!
"That's right, dear."
Thomas proceeded to lay down a flurry of swats
on her sitting area, hard, loud wallops that had her
gasping in short order. She'd never realized a
spanking would hurt so much. She was crazy to
want this.
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"Owww, owww, stop, please, oh, this isn't what
I want," she cried, kicking her legs.
"Crybaby. I'm only using my hand. Wait till I
spank you with your hairbrush."
"OW! OW! OW! I changed my mind," she half-
sobbed. "I really don't need a spanking after all.
OW! My poor bottom's on fire."
"As well it should be. Just be grateful I'm not
spanking you for every dollar the accident is going
to cost us. It's time for the brush. Now, where did I
put it? Ah, there it is."
"No, Thomas, please, no more. My fanny's
stinging like crazy, oh, it throbs!"
Her husband's only reply was to crack the
unforgiving wooden brush on her hot, pink nates.
"Stop, please, stop, Thomas," she wailed. "Oh, it
hurts so bad, so bad!"
Each crisp, stinging smack of the brush lit new
fires. Why had she told him a spanking would make
her feel better? Her butt flamed and ached at the
same time. Real tears stung her eyelids. She let go
of her emotions, sobbing while the brush tattooed
her sitting area and upper thighs.
"Hush, shhhh, it's over now, dear. How do you
feel?" he said, rubbing his palm lightly across her
scorched behind.
"Oh, oh, it hurts so much. I had no idea it
would!" she cried.
"You were never spanked as a child?" he asked.
"Noooooo, and I don't think I want to be
spanked ever again as an adult. It burns, it hurts,
I'll never sit again!"
"Nonsense. I gave you two dozen with my hand,
a dozen with the brush. And I wasn't hitting you
that hard. Your butt's plenty red, but you don't have
any welts or other marks."
"It's killing me," she pouted, still across his lap.
"But do you feel better about the accident? That
was the reason for the spanking to make you feel
better."
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He helped her to stand while she thought about
it, and wiped her face dry with a tissue.
"Yes, hon, I do feel better. Lighter. Relieved."
"So, your bottom feels terrible, but your
conscience is clearing?"
"Yes, sir."
Just before he kissed her intimately, he said, "I'll
bet this will make you feel better, too."
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The alarm buzzed at 6:30, the way it did every
morning. But to Caroline, the day was different than
all the ones preceding.
Thomas had spanked her, then made passionate
love to her. It had been a long time since they'd
done so twice in one night. On a weeknight, no less.
And he'd spanked her a second time, too, once he'd
seen how aroused she became from her first
spanking. Darn it all, but that brush was evil. She
was going to have to find a way to 'lose' it. She
giggled quietly at the thought.
"Time to get up," he said, swatting her backside
as he sat up. She yelped, grabbing herself.
"Ow. I think I'm still a little sore back there."
Thomas bent over to whisper in her ear. "If you
don't get out of that bed this minute, I'll swat you
again, harder. And don't forget about your report
due on Monday. If it's not detailed and sincere, I'll
send another butt-burning your way."
She hopped out of bed, not wanting to test his
newfound interest in spanking. Although it had been
everything she'd wished for, it did hurt like the
devil. She wasn't eager for another swat at the
moment.
She stopped in the middle of making the bed,
thunderstruck. She'd created a monster, a spanking
monster. What was that old saying be careful what
you wish for?
Her bottom was very sorry she'd gotten her
wish. Yet she craved another swat anyway. She
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shook her head. She'd never understand her
spanking desires.
She joined Thomas in the bathroom, where he
was shaving.
"Honey, why did you spank me a second time?"
Her husband chuckled before returning to his
shaving. "Because you liked it so damned much."
"I didn't like it. It hurt," she whined.
"Oh, you did so like it. You haven't attacked me
in bed like that in years. If you plan to continue
acting that frisky after a spanking, I'm going to
spank you every single night for the rest of our
lives."
He reached down, pressed his hand against her
lower buttocks, and rubbed, hard and fast. She
squealed as the friction heated up still-sore areas,
and she jumped away quickly.
"That's enough," she said.
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