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Tara's Punishment
"Tara, can I see you for a moment please?" he called
from the bedroom.
"What do you want, darling, I'm online"
That's just the problem, you're ALWAYS online," he muttered under his
breath.
"What did you say, darling?"
"Just get your arse in here and you'll find out," he shouted.
I sent instant messages to my net buddies online…excuse me, hubby calling
me, then I headed to our bedroom.
He was sitting on the bed, leather whip in hand; I took in the scene before
me…husband…leather whip in hand…glaring at me. My eyes swept
along to his erection…yep, he's feeling horny.
"Close the door, Tara," he said.
"I should have done this a lot sooner, he continued but are family are
always around seeing our children"
"What are you talking about, darling?" I asked, looking all angelic.
"No, the question, Tara, is what are you talking about? What the fuck
could you possibly be talking about online for oh…twelve hours a day?
Instead of being sat pleasuring me!"
"Oh darling, if I've told you once, I've told you a million times…time
flies and I just don't realise!"
"Oh yeah, Tara, I get it. And guess what? Now YOU'RE going to get it."
I giggled. This could turn out to be fun…
He read my mind. "And this is NOT going to be one of those Tara-directed
naughty-girl-over-the-knee-spankings…not this time, Tara. This is going
to be a pissed-off-husband hauling disobedient wife over his knee in my control
for a long, hard, bare-ass whipping-with-a-leather whips spanking!"
(What ever, I thought. Why doesn't he just spank me and get it over with….)
His voice droned on, whip slapping into his palm.
"The subject matter is bad enough, Tara, but the sheer amount of time
you spend online is the real problem…neglecting me, and the kids, and
the house…"
From the dining room I could hear instant messages being delivered to my computer,
(oh shit, I left me buddies hanging online)
"Oh darling, could I just say goodbye to be buddies and sign off?"
"Okay, sweetie but be quick!"
He got up off the bed and sat on the bed stool slapping the whip into his
hand…"Let's see whether this punishment will make you think twice!"
Now this could be interesting I thought. I had never been spanked with a leather
whip before, and the one he was holding looked rather fearsome indeed. It
was at least ten years old, pure leather, thick and 18"long.
I approached him very slowly, "I know I've been a bad girl, and I deserve
what ever punishment you decide is necessary."
"Cut the naughty girl crap, Tara, and get across my knee."
I obeyed… what else was I to do, when faced with such grim determination?
He slid the handle of the whip up my skirt, and used it to lift the hem up
to my waist. I wiggled, seductively; the effort was most definitely not wasted
as I could see him growing a well hard cock. He tugged my pure white cotton
panties down to my knees and stroked the whip up and down the backs of my
thighs. "do you know why I am punishing you tonight, Tara?"
"For staying online too much?"
"That's just a apart of it, Tara. More than that, I want this to be a
spanking that you're NOT going to like, as difficult as that may be for you
to believe. I want you to think of this night every time you sit yourself
in front of the computer for twelve hours.
Amazingly enough, not one word of that made me realise how much time I do
spend online. Until, that is, the whip came down with an impressive crack
across my bare backside…
"AAAAWWWWWW!" I nearly jumped off his lap from the pain of the whip,
showing no concern for my surprised discomfort, he continued to bring the
whip down again and again across my poor tender bottom, "you should see
your ass Tara…looks so young and red!" he said (rather meanly, I
thought) as he punished me with old-fashioned treatment.
"when is the last time you done housework? Tara? Took the kids to the
park? Cooked the family tea? Each question was punctuated with a sharp stroke
of the whip to my red-roar bottom
"I can't find the time to tidy up, or take the kids out or even cook
a family meal!" I sobbed.
"Well…I…DO," he answered, each word accompanied by the
kiss of the whip. He kept up a steady rhythm with the whip, noting with grim
satisfaction the interesting pattern of criss-crossing stripes that stung
my bare cheeks and thighs. My impassioned pleas for mercy were met with more
whips, and the louder I was the harder they the whip came down. I was desperately
squirming all over his knee, red cheeks jiggling, and in response he held
me down with his right leg across the back of my knees locking my body in
place. He stroked upwards with the whip now, right in the tender spot where
my bottom meets my thighs. "OWWW…please stop," I cried. "I'll
do whatever you say, I promise, darling…OWWWW…AAAWWWWWWWW."
"Alright Tara I'm going to give you ten more strokes, and then, to redeem
yourself, you are going to suck my cock. Think you can manage that?"
"Ten more…?" I wailed.
"Stop complaining or it will be twenty…"
The first four were delivered sharp but quick across my bum cheeks, I cried
and wiggled desperately thinking to myself…just six more. The next four
came down slowly and painfully…vertically up the length of my backside,
two on each cheek, the stinging was almost unbearable, but at least now there
was only two remaining.
I tensed myself, wondering where and when my final two strokes would be delivered.
He stroked the whip up and down the backs of my thighs, and my heart sank.
I HATED being spanked on the thighs, and he knew that. So of course, that
was where the final two spanks of the whip landed, leaving pink stripes up
and down the length of each thigh.
I sobbed submissively across his knee, body limp and thoroughly punished,
for the first time. "I'm sorry darling," I snivelled. "You
are right in everything you said, and I am going to try…I promise…"
and with that, I convulsed in big, hiccupping sobs as my husband gently stroked
my bottom and thighs.
I remembered my promise to him though, and gazing lovingly into his eyes,
I knelt at his feet to open his pants and take his swollen cock into my eager
mouth. It was so comforting to fill my mouth with him, the rhythmic contractions
of my lips around his so soothing and steadying to my troubled spirit. It
gave me purpose, even in the midst of my burning pain, to give him this pleasure.
As always, his pleasure became mine, as his cock swelled in my eager mouth.
I slid it out of my mouth momentarily to inspect it…just as I suspected,
he was starting to drip. I licked up the pre-drops…nothing on earth quite
as delicious as those first pre-drops of cum from the man you love…then
eased it back into my mouth, enveloping it in my warmth. He began to thrust…no
words were ever necessary when I sucked him, so perfect was our non-verbal
communication. I opened my mouth wider, welcoming his sweet invasion, as his
cock rode the length of my tongue, looking for my throat, where it would soon
deposit its precious load. I sucked harder and harder as his cock slid in
and out of my mouth, and he pushed more quickly in response.
One long, sigh. And I knew he was ready. Taking his balls in my hand, I began
to gently knead them, urging him toward climax. His cock erupted, splashing
my throat with his cum, and I swallowed him eagerly, murmuring with satisfaction.
I knew how much he loved it when I sucked softly throughout his entire orgasm,
so that not one spasm, not one drop, would be neglected.
When he was totally spent, I sat curled at his feet, my head in his lap. He
stroked my soft blonde hair, and I kissed his hand, my tears long forgotten.
"I love you, darling," I whispered.
The next morning, after he left for work with one final warning glance, I
sat…very uncomfortably I might add…at my computer. And of course,
I decided I quite enjoyed myself really so would do half of the house work
so that I'd still get a good spanking each night.
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