Online : Apr 21, 2010
Updated : May 19, 2010
The first thing Sol noticed when he went into the bedroom was how nice Daphne's legs looked. She was lying on the bed and her skirt had ridden up so that the bottom of her sheer black panties was visible over the lower curve of her bottom. The second thing Sol noticed was that Daphne was crying. Her face was buried in the pillow and her body was shaking as she quietly sobbed.
Sol went over to Daphne and lay next to her, talking her in his arms. "What's the matter, love?", he asked, concerned.
Between sobs Daphne told Sol that she and her best friend Lisa had gotten into a fight at lunch earlier in the afternoon. The two women had split a bottle of Zinfandel. It was as if the dark strong wine had disconnected Daphne's ability to think from her ability to speak.
Daphne and Lisa had been friends since college when they had been roommates. They started reminiscing about their college days. Daphne had dredged up an incident involving a man that they were both interested in. Lisa has seduced him first and Daphne had felt jealous and hurt. What made it even worse was that Daphne had felt lonely and uncared for when Lisa had almost disappeared for a month. Having wild sex, no doubt, Daphne had thought at the time.
Lisa had long ago apologized to Daphne. Somehow the wine brought back the pain Daphne had felt all those years ago.
"I'm really sorry, Daphne. If I could change the past, I would", Lisa had said.
"Well, you always were the slutty one", Daphne said, as she took another sip of wine.
That last comment had precipitated the argument. After they paid the check both women stalked out of the restaurant.
"You need to call Lisa and apologize", Sol told Daphne as he petted her hair.
"Why should I apologize? It's her fault. And besides, she is the slutty one."
"Call Lisa and apologize", Sol said firmly
"No. Lisa should apologize to me first", Daphne said pouting.
"I'm sure that she will apologize. But you started the fight by dredging something up from the distant past that should have been left alone."
"I'm not apologizing!", Daphne said.
"What you need is a spanking, young lady", Sol told her. "And that's just what you're going to get unless you stop being so stubborn and call Lisa. You love Lisa. This is silly!"
"I'm not apologizing"
"Then you're getting a spanking, young lady"
Daphne sat up. "I don't want a spanking", Daphne said, folding her arms in front of her.
"Well you're going to get a spanking, young lady because that's exactly what you need."
"You can't spank me unless I ask for it. That's the rules and I'm not going to ask."
Sol could almost hear the "So there." following Daphne's statement. "I can't spank you unless you ask for it, but I can give you the plug", Sol reminded Daphne.
Daphne sat on the side of the bed and glared at Sol.
"OK, young lady. Get undressed and kneel on the bed."
Daphne stood up. She was wearing a blue sport shirt, which she pulled over her head and dropped on the floor. She dropped her bra on top of the shirt. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She kicked the skirt over to her blouse. Daphne knew that Sol hated it when she threw her cloths on the floor.
"Panties off too, naughty girl", Sol ordered. He was always surprised at what a naughty girl Daphne could be.
Daphne glared at Sol again and pulled down her panties, letting them fall to the floor where they joined her cloths in a pile. Giving Sol another dark look, with which she intended to convey how unfair he was, she went to the end of the bed and knelt in the middle, with her bottom up and her head down, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed.
Sol opened the night stand drawer and took out a tube of lube and a zip-lock bag that contained a butt plug. He took two tissues from the box on the nightstand and went over to Daphne. She looked so beautiful like this, her bottom presented, her pussy exposed. Seeing Daphne in this position made Sol want to unzip his pants and take her.
"Spread your cheeks", Sol ordered
"Sol...", Daphne said plaintively
"You won't have to take the plug if you ask you ask for your spanking, young lady"
"No", Daphne said defiantly.
"Then spread those cheeks, naughty girl!"
Daphne reached both hands back and spread her buttocks. Sol put some lube on his finger and pushed it inside her. Then he put some lube on the butt plug, spreading it over the cone shaped bottom. He pressed the blunt point of the plug against Daphne's anus.
"Come on, love. Spread your cheeks", Sol said as he started to push the plug into Daphne.
"Deep breaths. Relax. Come on, love", Sol said as he pushed the plug deeper into Daphne's anus.
The plug felt huge and as always Daphne thought that she would never be able to take it. "Ow, Ow. Sol, it hurts."
"I know, honey. Relax, that's a good girl", Sol said, moving the plug in and out a little, letting Daphne get used to it. As Daphne's muscles relaxed the pain faded and Sol pushed the plug all the way inside her.
"All right, young lady", Sol said slapping Daphne's right buttock. "Go to the corner".
Daphne stood up. The plug still felt huge. Although the sharp pain when Sol had first penetrated her with the plug was gone, the plug filling her ass was very uncomfortable. Daphne went over to what she melodramatically thought of as "the corner of tears".
Sol took out an old fashion kitchen timer and wound the dial a full turn, before moving the marker back to the twenty minute mark.
"Twenty minutes, naughty girl", Sol told Daphne. He thought she looked lovely standing naked in the corner, with the blue silicon rubber of the plug protruding from her bottom.
Daphne hated boredom and she hated having to stand in the corner. She always carried a book in her purse so that if she had to wait somewhere she would have something to read. Daphne quickly got bored standing in the corner. The only thing that she seemed to be able to think about was how uncomfortable the butt plug was. At first she tried to distract herself by fantasizing about Sol, his bottom crimson and welted from a whipping that she had mercilessly given him, standing in this very corner with an even bigger butt plug up his ass. He could see how he liked it!
Daphne could hear the kitchen timer ticking behind her. She wondered how much time had passed. She tried to shift her weight from one leg to the other, but it did no good. Nothing she could do seemed to reduce the discomfort of the butt plug in her bottom. Well, she thought, there was one thing. She could give in and ask Sol to spank her. But she was not going to do that this time, Daphne promised herself. She would show Sol. He was being very unfair. The fight was all Lisa's fault. Thinking about her fight with Lisa made Daphne start crying silently, a few tears running down her cheeks.
Although Daphne hated having to stand in the corner with the evil butt plug inside her, she had to admit that she was there voluntarily. For the first couple of years of their marriage Sol had spanked her almost every time they made love. Daphne loved those spankings, but she wanted more. She wanted to be held accountable, to be given punishment spankings when she was a brat or did something bad or thoughtless. At first Sol had resisted the idea. He loved it when Daphne played the naughty girl and he spanked her soundly before fucking her. But he was uncomfortable with the idea of actually punishing his wife. They had talked about punishment spankings for a couple of weeks. Finally they agreed that Daphne would not get spanked unless she asked for the spanking. However, if Sol thought she needed to be punished, as an alternative he could punish her by making her take the butt plug and stand in the corner. Daphne could end her corner time by asking for a spanking.
Daphne's attempt to ignore the discomfort of the butt plug wasn't working. The emptiness of the corner seemed to be filled up by the feeling of plug in her ass. She kept telling herself that she would show Sol, that she was not going to ask for a spanking. But the discomfort seemed to get worse and worse. She stamped her foot in frustration, but that only caused her to tighten on the plug, causing a sharp pain. She thought about her fight with Lisa. Maybe she did deserve a spanking. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. If she asked for a spanking at least it would get the damn plug out of her ass.
"Yes, my love"
Daphne didn't want to ask for her spanking. Why did she have to? Why couldn't Sol just punish her like a naughty little girl without making her ask for it?
The prospect of escaping the corner and the butt plug seemed to make the discomfort even worse. She shifted from foot to foot. Daphne had to get the plug out of her ass.
"Will you please give me a spanking", Daphne asked, the words tumbling out.
"OK, honey. You can come out of the corner and take the plug out"
Daphne walked quickly to the bathroom and pulled the plug out. Relief washed over her.
When Daphne returned to the bedroom, Sol was sitting on the side of the bed. Daphne noticed that the ruler paddle lay on the bed next to him. She walked over and stood on Sol's right side. Daphne stood there for a moment, staring down at his thighs. She wondered what she would look like when she was draped across his lap getting her spanking. Would she look like those girls in the spanking pictures she sometimes looked at on the Web?
"OK, OK", Daphne said as she lay across Sol's lap, her bottom over his right thigh.
"You have been very stubborn and head strong today, young lady", Sol said in his "you've been a bad girl" voice. He gave her a brief lecture on the value of having a friend like Lisa and how silly it was to harm such a friendship. What Daphne hated the most was that Sol was right. At first it was a relief when he stopped lecturing her and he brought his palm down hard on her right buttock, then her left. As the slaps started to sting Daphne hoped that Sol would stop and scold her, but the hand spanking just seemed to go on and on. Each of Sol's slaps was followed by a little cry from Daphne.
Finally the Sol's hand stopped punishing her bottom. She felt him caress her buttocks, running his hand down between her cheeks, over her thighs. Sol's hand moved away and the next thing Daphne felt was the caress of the smooth wood of the ruler paddle on her bottom, as Sol gently rubbed it across her cheeks. Daphne pushed her face into the soft material of the comforter. Sol held her tightly with his left arm and brought the paddle down across her bottom. Daphne gave a little cry, muffled by the comforter. The ruler paddle stung more than Sol's hand and as the he continued to paddle her, Daphne clenched her bottom and kicked her legs.
"You know better than that", Sol said as he slapped Daphne's upper thighs. "Now be a good girl, stay still and no clenching"
"That damn paddle hurts", Daphne said. "I can't help it. I try to stay still, but all I can think about is how much it hurts."
Sol started paddling Daphne again. "It's supposed to hurt, young lady. That's why spankings are used to punish naughty, stubborn girls"
Daphne's cries were louder now, her body tensing with each paddle smack. The spanking really hurt and Daphne knew that she should be promising to be a good girl right about now. But she was still feeling stubborn. Sol could spank her until her bottom feel off. She would show him, she thought as she cried out as the paddle came hard across her bottom again.
"All right, naughty girl. I'm going to give you ten more, good and hard. And you're going to count them out for me. If there's a lot of clenching and squirming you're going to get extras. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir", Daphne said trying to sound aggrieved.
The paddle came down hard across Daphne's bottom. "Ow. One"
As Daphne counted out the strokes, she found it hard to remember what the count was when all she could think about was how much her bottom hurt.
"Ow. Ow. Four", Daphne counted, as she clenched and squirmed. Sol had given that stroke across the lower curve of her bottom, just above her thighs.
"What did I tell you about clenching and squirming?", Sol asked.
Daphne was silent.
"Well?", Sol prompted
"That I'd get extras. But it's not fair. I couldn't help it", Daphne complained.
"That's right. You earned yourself two extra strokes", Sol said ignoring Daphne's complaints. "Now, were were we?"
"Good girl. That's right."
"Ow. Five", Daphne counted after Sol gave her another smack. A few tears started to run down Daphne's cheeks onto the bed.
Daphne managed to stay still as she took the next two strokes, but Sol gave the eighth stroke just above her thighs again. Daphne clenched her buttocks and kicked her legs.
"That's another two extra strokes", Sol told her.
"That's not fair", Daphne said, kicking her legs again.
"I'll say what's fair, young lady"
Daphne counted out strokes nine and ten as the ruler paddle punished her. Sol caressed her bottom. Daphne's bottom was warm and blushed a deep pink from her spanking. He caressed her thighs. After the paddle Daphne thought that Sol's hand felt very good. She spread her thighs, but Sol didn't take her up on the invitation. Instead he said "How many extras do you have coming, young lady?"
"None. It isn't fair"
"How many, young lady?"
"Four", Daphne said reluctantly.
"That's right. If you had taken your paddling like a good girl, this part of your spanking would be over. Now these are going to be hard, young lady. You don't have to count them."
Sol held Daphne firmly and gave her four strokes with the paddle, fast and hard as Daphne cried.
Sol caressed her again. "Ten minutes in the corner, young lady." He slapped her right buttock. "Now march. And no rubbing. While you're in the corner, I want you to think about why you're getting a spanking."
"I'm getting spanked because my husband is mean", Daphne said as she got up.
Daphne really wanted to rub her bottom, which felt like it was on fire from the paddling. But she knew that if she disobeyed Sol she would get paddled for it. She went over to the corner. She heard Sol set the kitchen timer. At least she didn't have the plug in her ass this time, Daphne told herself.
Sol always thought that he wife looked beautiful from behind, but she was especially beautiful with her bottom blushed a deep pink from a spanking. He got up and exchanged the ruler paddle for the hardwood ball paddle. He got a book from the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed, with the paddle next to him and read.
Although she would not have wanted to admit it to Sol, Daphne did think about why she was getting a spanking while she started at the texture of the wall in the corner. Crying over Sol's lap as he paddled her had been cathartic. She reluctantly admitted to herself that she should call Lisa and apologize. She was thinking about what she was going to say to Lisa when she heard the bell of the timer. Daphne turned around and saw Sol put his book on the night stand. She watched Sol pick up the paddle as she crossed the room. Daphne dreaded getting spanked with the ball paddle. It was one of the most painful paddles they owned and it was used exclusively for punishment spankings. This time, without Sol's prompting, Daphne lay across his lap.
Sol patted her bottom with the paddle. "You're spanking is almost over, love. I'm going to give you twenty on each cheek and then it will all be over. Is there anything you want to say before I spank you?"
"Yes. That's way too many. My bottom's already sore", Daphne protested. Daphne knew that Sol expected her to tell him that she was going to stop being so stubborn and call Lisa and apologize. Daphne had already decided to do this, but she just could not bring herself to admit it to Sol.
"You forget young lady, I decide how many is fair. Now shall we get started?"
Daphne didn't answer but buried her face in the comforter. She felt Sol tighten his grip on her with his left arm, just before he brought he paddle down hard on her right buttock, quickly followed by a smack on her left cheek. Daphne cried out and kicked her feet. God that paddle hurt. Soon tears were running down her face onto the comforter. All Daphne could think of was how much the paddling hurt. She started to promise to be a good girl and, finally, she promised to call Lisa and apologize.
Daphne's bottom was starting to turn a deep shade of red as Sol spanked her. As he paddled Daphne, her cries turned to sobs and she stopped struggling. She was no longer promising to be a good girl or clenching her bottom. Daphne had reached the a point where she was resigned to her punishment and she lay sobbing over Sol's lap as he paddled her.
After what seemed like an age, Daphne's spanking came to an end. Sol told her to get up and sit in his lap. He held her and kissed her and petted her hair. Sol told her she was a good girl and that he loved her as she cried against his shoulder.
Sol handed Daphne a tissue and she dried some of her tears and blew her nose. "I'm sorry I was so stubborn, Sol. Will you forgive me? You were right. I'll call Lisa", Daphne said.
"Of course I forgive you. I've given you a spanking and its all in the past."
Daphne snuggled up against Sol's shoulder. "My bottom hurts", she complained.
"You're bottom hurts because you were a naughty girl and you got a spanking", Sol reminded her.
"Hmmm. I knew there was a reason my bottom is sore"
"But you're a good girl now that you've taken your spanking. Would you like me to show you what happens to good girls?", Sol asked.
"Yes, as long as it doesn't involve a paddle"
"Lie back on the bed and spread your thighs"
Daphne got up from Sol's lap and lay in the middle of the bed, on her back, with her legs spread. "I hope that this will be better than what happens to naughty girls", Daphne observed.
"It will be, I promise", Sol said as he started to undress.
Sol lay on Daphne's right side and started to kiss her. After a while he moved to her breasts, taking first her right nipple and then her left in his mouth. This was much nicer than getting spanked with the paddle, Daphne thought.
As Sol gently bit her left nipple he moved his hand between her thighs, moving his finger over her pussy lips, then gently rubbing her clit.
"You're very wet, young lady. If I didn't know better, I'd say that spankings made you hot"
"Not if I'm being punished", Daphne protested. "All that mean paddle and my mean husband did was make me cry."
Sol slipped his middle finger into her pussy. "That's not what your pussy is telling me, young lady"
"Yeah, well my pussy should talk to my bottom, which is very sore right now."
Sol took a pillow from the head of the bed and Daphne pushed her hips up so he could slip it under her. He moved down the bed, lying with his head between her thighs. Sol moved his tongue over Daphne's pussy lips, licking her like an ice cream, his tongue moving up toward her clit. Daphne pushed her hips up and Sol moved his mouth to her clit, which was swollen with her excitement. He started to suck her clit as Daphne started to push against his mouth.
Sol pulled away briefly. "Don't you cum without permission, young lady", Sol warmed and then went back to teasing her clit, running the tip of his tongue around its base. Daphne was taking little short breaths and making small cries.
"Please, Sir, may I have your cock?", Daphne said in a breathless voice
"Not quite yet", Sol said, briefly moving his lips away from her clit.
"Please Sir... If you keep doing that I'm going to cum. Please, may I have your cock?"
"All right young lady." Sol lay on his back next to Daphne, his cock standing straight up. "Hand me the paddle, please"
Daphne handed Sol the ball paddle and then straddled him, guiding his cock into her pussy, sinking down on him with his cock all the way in her. She started to press down on him, pressing her mons hard against the base of his cock.
"Ask for the paddle, naughty slut", Sol ordered.
"Please spank me", Daphne said breathlessly. Her bottom was so sore that a part of her could not believe that she was asking for the paddle. But she wanted it now. As she moved over Sol, thrusting him into her, he reached around and started smacking her bottom with the paddle, first on her left cheek, then her right. The paddle hurt on her already sore bottom, but all the pain did was make her hungry for Sol's cock and her orgasm. She rode him harder now as he spanked her, her orgasm finally breaking over her in a wash of white light. Sol put the paddle down and cupped her bottom, one cheek in each hand as he thrust up into her. Her bottom was hot against Sol's palms as he took her hard. Daphne felt a second orgasm wash over her as she felt Sol's cock swell and he gasped with his own orgasm.
Afterward Daphne lay in Sol's arms, her head against his breast. "I'm sorry I was a bad girl", Daphne said in a soft voice.
Sol petted her hair. "Shh. No more of that. You've taken your spanking and it's all in the past."
After dinner Daphne called Lisa and apologized. Lisa also apologized for some of the things she said. Daphne cried a little as she talked to Lisa, telling her how much Lisa meant to her.
Daphne and Lisa met the next day for coffee. Lisa noticed that Daphne was sitting gingerly on the hard wood of the chair. "Did Sol give you a spanking?"
"Yes", Daphne admitted.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, John gave me a spanking too. So we can be the sisters of the sore bottom."