The Good Girl Spanking
by Soshyi
copyright © 2002

I threw the dishtowel over my shoulder as I entered the den to see if my husband needed anything else before I headed up to bed. I was so tired after the last few days I just wanted to soak in the tub for a little while and have an early night.

I grew curious as I entered the room seeing all the lights dimmed. The television was on but muted, bouncing and flickering light around the room. I didn't see him anywhere until a hand holding a glass reached over to set the drink on the side table by the couch. It was then that I saw his bare feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him. It was the feet that started it actually. How can a man have sexy feet? I know HE does. I don't have a foot fetish or anything, but still....those feet could get to me. It probably had something to do with the legs they were attached to. Especially if those legs were dressed in soft denim. I noticed they were as I approached closer to him. Damn,....double whammy to my senses. He must have gone up and changed clothes after dinner. If the man was minus a shirt, I'd be doing more in the bath than just soaking. I crept closer to look over the top of the cushions. I watched as his hand casually reached up to scratch is bare chest. Okay, no fair.

I followed that hand as it rose higher towards his face. He has such big, strong hands that merged to long tapered fingers that could...I jerked out of my daydream, blinking quickly when I noticed he was watching me.

"Uh..." What was I hear for? Oh, yeah. "Can I get you anything, Honey?"

He sat up and pushed the table his feet had been resting on about a foot farther away from him.

"Come 'er you." My husband had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he crooked his finger in slow motion. This was not his, "you're in trouble, don't know it yet, but you won't be able to sit down tomorrow" look. No, this was something entirely different. Something that could almost make me as equally nervous.

My excited feet betrayed my skittish tummy once again as they began their little dance and moved closer to him.

"I hear somebody has had a couple of rough days while I was gone," he said quietly. "Move closer to me Doll, you're still too far away."

I wrung my hands as I advanced further.

"Everything happened so fast," I told him. "I didn't want to worry you with all the things going on."

"Closer Sweetie." His hand stretched out and I took it gratefully. He knows it is so difficult for me to come to him this way. "You should have called me. At least we could have talked it over."

"I handled it." I said defensively, letting him pull me to him.

"Yes, you did. The ceiling fan is fixed and so is the air conditioner and the dishwasher," he said. "I'll fix the oven door tomorrow, all it needs is a new screw."

"I knew that and I took the screw to the Hardware store to get one just like it, but the door was too heavy for me to hold up by myself and reattach it," I rushed, catching my breath.

"What about the other thing, Baby? Hmmmm?" He hands settled on the buttons of my shorts and slowly began to undo them. "Should we talk about that?"

"Noo,." I said watching his hands slide my shorts down to my feet. "I'm over it."

"They know not what they do?" he asked. "Step out, Sweetie."

I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance and stepped out of my clothes. "Yeah, something like that."

He folded and set them nearby. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked.

I bit my lip and placed the dish towel on the table. "You've been kinda busy lately." I was reluctant to put any guilt on a man with an already dangerous-to-my-bottom idea in his head. I mean, he was tired too and what if he took it wrong?

"Yes, I hav,." he sighed, scooting back on the couch. "And you have been an extra good girl of late, letting me do what needed to be done with out complaining."

His hands enveloped my hips as he brought me forward. I tensed my body, not wanting, but wanting at the same time.

He tipped my chin up with just one finger to look into my eyes. "Give up control, Renee. Give it to me."

Does he know how vulnerable he makes me feel? How my body and mind betrays my natural instinct to not allow what I allow as I allow him to lower me, shaking, across his knees?

"That's my girl." He gently soothed my fears as I lay across him, my bottom defenselessly lifted. "Give me all the control here, Sweetie. That's my good girl."

I felt him stroke his hand across my round globes. "You've taken on more than your share lately, Baby."

Pent up emotions rushed to the surface and couldn't stop the sobs as they began to shake my shoulders. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulling them down to mid thigh. "Shhhh...I'm here now."

I folded my arms on the cushions and buried my head, hiding from myself as he began to pat and squeeze my cheeks one at a time. He continued this until my cries died down to whimpers, then soft moans as his hands separated my thighs and became more intimate with my body.

"Yes, you're my good girl." I heard as he cupped my sex and I pushed back at his thumb as it played in the wetness between my legs.

His middle finger easily found my clitoris and applied light tickles as his thumb continued to play gently moving farther inside me until I began to rise to meet its strokes.

"There you go." He said and that's when the slaps began. One after another. Bearing down on me with no end in sight. Being married to a man who is ambidextrous is a wondrous thing most times. Most times, like now.

The slapping grew in intensity as my nervousness decreased and my excitement increased. He alternated between each cheek, quickly covering the entire area and making them sting sweetly. He never let up, knowing my body would give way soon enough. A different kind of pent up emotion rushed through me, needing the release he was gladly offering.

"Give it up, Baby. Come on." And I felt a few really hard slaps to my nether cheeks as his other hand worked me well into a frenzy. I began to shake as my climax approached. It always embarrassed me, but I couldn't help it.

I ground down on his finger tip and pushed back against his thumb, meeting the sharp strokes of his palm as it quickly rained down on me. There was no going back now and I let go.

"Ummmm. Aaaaahhh. Mmmmmm." I groaned and gasped as he helped me ride out the pleasure fully.

"Cum for me hard, Sweetie," he offered, knowing his words would only extent my rapture further.

The slaps and caresses slowed as my pleasure slowly subsided.

"Such a good girl." I heard as I gave a last quiver. He slipped his hand away from my sex, but kept the one on my bottom gently rubbing and kneading. He reached up under the back of my top and unclasped by bra. I felt the air leave my lungs and he scratched where the elastic had left a trail into my skin all day.

"Baby, you relax and sleep a little. We'll spoon upstairs after I watch the news," he told me.

I mumbled an "okaaay" and fell fast asleep as he continued to caress me over his lap.

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