Post Number: 8
|Posted on Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 09:55 am: ||
It had been a long work week for Hubby. A major project was due, and at one
in the afternoon he for once got done with work early. So Hubby decided he might as well go home and try to get some yard work done and get well deserved rest for the weekend.
As he opened the front door to his home, his wife was nowhere to be found then he heard a familiar sound of buzzing and moaning greeting his ears. Baffled for a moment, he carefully closed the door and quietly moved down the hall toward the bedroom. Peering in, he could see his wife lying naked on the bed, furiously working a vibrator into her sex.
An instant rage overtook him, and he clenched his fists and was about to
speak. Then he had another thought, and quietly retraced his steps out to
his car. He waited outside, watching the bedroom window until he could
make out a shape moving about inside through the light curtains. He then
slammed his car door, walked slowly to the front door, and fumbled with the
keys for moment. When he finally entered, his wife, fully dressed, was
there to greet him.
"Hi honey! Your home early."
"Yes, I got my project done a bit early, so I thought I would take advantage
of it and spend the afternoon with you. How about it, are interested in a
little romp in the early afternoon?"
"Oh, Hun, I'm sorry, but not today. It's getting close to my period,
and you know that I just can't get into the mood at times like this."
`Yea, right' he thought. Last time it was a headache. Before that she
was too tired. Or she had cramps. Or she had a yeast infection. Or just
maybe she had taken her pleasure by herself?
"You couldn't get in the mood at all today?"
"Could you have been in the mood, say, this morning?"
"I don't know, probably not" she said, a little puzzled by the line of
"Could you have been in the mood, say, an hour ago?"
“Of course not!"
"Could you have been in the mood ten minutes ago?"
"I don't understand" she said, becoming worried.
"Come with me for a second" he said, leading her into the bedroom. He
opened the night stand drawer, and removed the vibrator that was stored
there. Holding it under his nose, he took a quick sniff. "Hmm, this
smells pretty good, don't you think?" he said as he held it out to her.
"Look, it is even a little wet, see that?"
She looked at the vibrator dumbfounded, unable to think of an
"Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself?"
She didn't really consider herself to be a young lady', but she wasn't
about to protest her title at this point. She knew she had been caught,
even though she wasn't sure exactly how he knew. She was desperately
trying to think of a good excuse, when she suddenly found herself being
drug across his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"What do you think your doing?" She protested.
"Something I should have done a long time ago" He responded, as he
brought his hand down upon her backside <smack>. "It's bad enough <smack>
that you <smack> don't have any self restraint, <smack> but to pleasure
yourself <smack> and then to deny me any <smack> is totally unacceptable.
<smack> Then to top it off <smack> you stood there <smack> and told me a
web of lies." <smack> <smack> <smack>.
"Ow, STOP THAT!" she complained. She immediately put a hand back to
cover her rear, which he quickly grabbed and turned it into an arm lock.
As additional blows fell, She kicked and squirmed and twisted until she
managed to partially escape his grip. As she struggled to get free,
her elbow swung and caught him on the chin.
"Get UP!" he roared, standing up as she slid to the floor.
She was frightened by her hubby’s tone of voice, and quickly scrambled to her
feet. "For that" he continued "You are really going to get it good. He began to explain to her that there would be rules around the house for her to obey starting with minding him and being a wife to his authority. You grab your wooden handled hairbrush, and march your little fanny into the
She realized just how angry and disappointed he was with her. It made her feel extremely disappointed in herself for she loved this man. Therefore she quickly did as she was told
to avoid getting him any more upset. He led her swiftly down the hall,
and pushed her roughly into the back of the sofa, forcing her to bend over.
"Now you are going to get a spanking whether you like it or not! And the
more your struggle, the worse I will make it!" Also for your information discipline and punishment will now be a part of our lives each and every time you disrespect, disobey, or lie to me.
He grabbed the hairbrush from her hand, and brought it down upon
her skirt covered bottom.
<smack> "Owwww, No, don't <smack> Owww, Stop! I didn't <smack> Owwwww,
Stop! Please Don't."
"You deserve this, and now you are going to get it!" <smack> With each
swat, she would twist and squirm, presenting him with an ever moving
target. <smack> "I'm warning you, keep still or I will make it worse!"
If she believed the threat, she didn't try very hard, because on the
next swat she stood up and turned around to protect her backside. "That
does it!" he said, as he grabbed her arm. Dragging her towards the
dining room table, he pulled out duck tape to secure her legs and wrist to the dining room table. Slipped his belt from his jeans <swing> <swish> <smack> "You like this better?"
"Nooo" she replied. <smack> the belt landed hard upon her cheeks. It hurts and it is suppose to hurt for you to learn. <smack>
Again she tried to twist off the table. "Lay Still or else!" He warned. <smack> Laura kicked her leg in an attempt to break free from her restraints.
At first she thought it had worked, as an arm was now pinning her down. But then she felt the cool rush of air as her skirt was lifted up over her back.
"Noooo!" she cried. <smack> Without the padding of the skirt, the
pain was far greater, and she screamed in pain. <smack> another scream,
and she renewed her struggles to get free. <smack>
"You are not a fast learner, are you?" he asked, as he grabbed her
panties and quickly drug them down to her knees. Undid the tape and pulled her over his lap.
"NOOOO, NOT ON THE BARE!" she pleaded. <smack>
She started to kick again, only to find that her panties were
effectively holding her legs together. <smack> A scream, and more
struggles. <smack> Now she started to pound at his legs with her
fists. <smack> Her legs were really working now, as her panties started to
slide down her legs. <smack> She bucked her hips, practically jumping off
his lap. <smack>
At last her panties worked there way off, and she was able to swing her
outside leg out to get some leverage to push against his hold.
<smack>"Arrruuggghhh" she grunted, as this blow had partially taken her
breath away. Not that much harder than all the others, but it fell on the
tender tissue between her legs that she had just exposed. <smack> The same
spot on the other leg was targeted.
<smack> she quickly abandoned her plans for escape and brought her legs
back together to block access to this tender area.
"Iiieeee , Ah, Ah, Oww" she grunted out between breaths.
"Now see, I told you it could get worse. And I am going to keep on
spanking you until you lay there and take it. So for your own sake, LIE
She may have been stubborn, but she was no fool. Realizing that her
best bet was to get it over with, she quit her struggle and concentrated on
blocking out the pain. He continued on for 10 more swats. She would
cry out briefly on each one, and kept her body stiff and her buttocks
"OK, have you learned your lesson yet?" he asked.
Laura, who was still seething with a fury of her own, didn't answer.
"I guess not!" he said, and started his assault with the brush anew.
"No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried out. The pain in her buttocks
was quickly becoming unbearable, and she desperately wanted it to stop.
After a dozen more swats, she finally submitted to hubby's demand. The
fight taken out of her, she simply laid limp across his lap, grasping the
leg of the chair in her hands.
"That's better" he said, as he set the brush aside. " I want you to
really remember this, so I am going to continue with my hand for a while."
While the hand was not nearly as painful as the brush was, her bottom was
already so sore that any touch was painful.
With each swat, she would cry out, jerk her body, but continued to
remain in place. As he watched his wife's buttocks shake from each blow,
the anger he had subsided. As the anger subsided, so did the strength of
each swat, until finally they were but gentle love taps, and then more of a
slap followed by a rub.
As the intensity of the spanking decreased, she regained some of her
composure. Even though her butt felt as if it was on fire, the new swats
no longer seemed to hurt. As she lay there, she became aware of a heat she
felt, one that was in a different place than her buttocks. She was
becoming aroused, a feeling she hadn't expected.
Soon she was squirming on hubby's lap again. But instead of trying to
get away, she was thrusting her pelvis into his leg. Instead of cries of
pain with each swat, she gave soft moans of pleasure.
Meanwhile, he was having a similar reaction. Eventually he could take
it no longer. Setting the brush aside, he stood up, pulling his wife to
her feet. "Are you going to be a good girl now?"
"Yes dear" she panted. " I am so sorry. I am sorry that I lied to
you, and sorry that I didn't think of you when I brought myself pleasure.
Please, let me make it up to you" I’ll forever be your good girl, the wife you deserve.
Post Number: 17
|Posted on Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 12:47 pm: ||
Bravo Bravo excellent story, love defiant brat stories keep them coming
Post Number: 2082
|Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2007 - 01:34 pm: ||
Post Number: 1313
|Posted on Monday, May 28, 2007 - 01:52 pm: ||
"Do I have to be good ALL the time?"
Post Number: 371
|Posted on Monday, May 28, 2007 - 02:25 pm: ||
Thanks for sharing such a great story!!