Cary
by Sarah
copyright © 2001

*creak, Creak, CREAK* The sound of his footsteps getting closer was making her stomach do flips. Was she excited? No, no way! He was pissed.  She had really crossed the line this time, and she knew this was going to leave her with much more than a warm and fuzzy feeling in her bottom. This was going to be a punishment spanking, and she didn’t know what to expect. Her palms were getting sweaty and her knees weak as she heard the door knob turn and his booted feet step into the room. At this moment, even if she was deaf, she would know he was in the room. She could feel him. As soon as he entered a room, his presence was felt. Something inside of her would awaken whenever he was around. And, right now, that thing was screaming to her, asking her why she wasn’t running for the front door.

"So, for once you decided to listen to me." He said, observing how she was in the corner with her pants and panties around her knees.

"Eric, p-please don’t think I was intentionally disobeying you before. I didn’t…."

"Quiet!" he roared, causing her to flinch and whimper. "You had your chance to explain."

Up until now she thought she was going to be able to control herself, but fear was beginning to spread through her, rapidly, like a deadly virus, and she couldn’t breath. Her heart was beating through her chest, and her mind was running in every direction. Shit! What had she gotten herself into? Why didn’t she just do what he said? He was right after all. He had told her to stay away from the pub downtown that her friends often went to after work. He told her it was a dangerous place, and that she could get hurt if she went there. Then he had warned her that if she did go there she would get the whuppin' of a lifetime from him. But she didn’t listen to him. Thinking he was overbearing and wanting to prove her independence to him, she went there with her friends one night when he was out of town. Not only did they get gropped and verbally insulted, but Cary got her purse stolen on her way out to her car, and then got a speeding ticket on her way home. Having reported her purse stolen was the only thing that kept the officer from giving her another ticket for driving without a license!

And now here she was, nose in the corner with her bare bottom out for the world to see. Suddenly it felt like the temperature dropped 30 degrees and she started shivering, goosebumbs popping up all over her delicate skin.

She could feel him right behind her, now. He had closed the distance between them with a few steps and was now breathing down her neck, his anger radiating out of him and warming her naked flesh. They stood there like that for the longest time. He was keeping her in suspense until, now, she was practically in tears and ready to turn around and beg for his forgiveness. But she didn’t dare move or say a word until she was told to. Although she had never received a real punishment spanking from him before, she knew better.

"Cary?" he whispered with an even tone. "What am I going to do with you? Tell me what you think I should do." His index finger was tracing up and down her bare arm as he spoke.

The anger in him was blatant, a fire that no amount of water could put out. She had gone behind his back, done exactly what he warned her not to do and on top of it all, she had lied about it. Kept it from him for a week, until he found out on his own and even when he confronted her about it, she denied it to his face. This was not like her. Cary was not the type to lie to anyone.

Although he was still burning with anger, the cloud in his brain was beginning to subside a bit, and he was actually capable of a certain amount of logical thought. Why did she do that? Before he had always thought that when people lied and caused trouble, it was their way of trying to get attention. But that couldn’t be the case with Cary, he gave her plenty of attention.

"I-I don’t understand what y-you’re asking," her eyes were filled with hot, salty tears and her throat was knotted and dry. She didn’t really realize what was happening; her system still had not registered it.

"What I am asking, sweetheart, is what would you do if you were me?"

"Ummm….I-I don’t know, Eric."

"You don’t know, huh? Well, lucky for you, I do." And with that, he grabbed her arm and began to pull her behind him as he stalked across the room towards a chair.

"E-Eric, please stop," her voice was broken and filled with fear. He took her by surprise when he pulled her along and he was walking much too fast for her. With her pants and panties still around her knees, it was hard to keep her balance, and she eventually tripped and fell to the hard wood floor. "Owwww!" she yelped as she fell on her side, her arm still in her husband’s tight grip.

But Eric had no sympathy, tonight. "UP, Cary!" He released her arm and watched her as she scrambled to her feet. Once she did, he met her eyes for the first time since he had sent her to the corner. They were both surprised, her by the anger that was boiling in his eyes, and him by the fear he saw all over her face.

He walked alone to the chair, leaving her behind, trembling in her place. She was looking at his body as he walked and sat down in the chair. He was gorgeous, tall and broad. Extremely fit, he had a shield of confidence around him that was never broken. She began to concentrate on the muscles and movements of his body, dreaming about having him touch her. Only when he called her name did she snap back to reality. Quickly, the passion that was beginning to build drained out and her fears flooded in again.

"Come here, Cary," he said, pointing with his finger to the spot right in front of him.

It was hard, but she slowly began to move her feet and shuffled towards him, her face washed in red, as she tried to keep her balance with her pants and panties now around her ankles. She was halfway to him when she stopped and began to step out of her restraining clothes.

"Did I say you could do that?"

"No, b-but I can’t walk with….."

"To bad! Leave them on and come here!" Blue eyes pierced through her, and she could literally feel the heat of his gaze burn a hole in her chest.

Now crying, she felt like a naughty five year old child, and that was exactly what he wanted. He knew a sore bottom would heal soon enough, but the humiliation she would remember above everything else.

"Y-yes, sorry, I’m sorry," she repeated this under her breath as she bent down and put her leg back through her pants and panties. Then, leaving them around her ankles, she finished shuffling the rest of the way and was soon standing in front of him. He looked straight into her eyes, and she returned his stare, not wanting to look away. She wanted to be strong through this. She wanted to prove to him that she could handle whatever he dished out, but she had to believe it herself, first. She honestly didn’t know what was keeping her in front of him. Her head was telling her to make a run for it, and her feet were tingling. But there was something keeping her; something holding her in place.

Her breathing was quick, but deep, and the sight of her firm breasts falling and rising in front of him was beginning to distract him. Although he was plenty angry, he was still a man whose beautiful wife was standing in front of him with nothing on but a tight, low cut tank top and her pants and panties that were still around her ankles. They held each others gaze for a long time, during which something started to change. The red of fear drained from Cary’s face, and it was replaced with the pink flush she had whenever she was turned on. Her breathing was slowing, and Eric could see her nipples peeping through her tank. He traced her stomach gently with his finger and could feel the heat emanating through the thin fabric.

"Cary," he said in a low voice, "this isn’t suppose to turn you on, baby."

Clearing her throat, "I-I’m not turned on, I’m scared." What a bad liar she was. Even a blind man would be able to see the passion that was building within her. The idea of being taken over his knee always turned her on, but this time was different. It was much more exciting because she had never seen him so dominant. Sure, they role-played for fun, but this was real.

His male instincts were coming out full force. Her whole body was slowly coming alive. Her senses were numbed with fear, before, but now the ice was melting, and she could feel her nerves again. His finger gently sliding up and down her stomach was the beginning of it. Eric, knowing his wife well, sensed what was going on, and it was turning him on, too. He didn’t want to give in, though. She needed to know that lying to him would not be tolerated.

Pulling his finger away, "No, Cary. We need to take care of something, first."

The tone of his voice, the determination on his face, and the whole male aspect of him was oozing out, and she couldn’t help but to be turned on. If he kept talking like this for long, she would go crazy. Deciding it was worth a shot, Cary pulled out all the tricks in the book.

"I know I have been bad, Eric, and I deserve to be spanked, hard and long. I accept any punishment you think is right." Her tone was level, but at the same time sooo sexy. This took Eric completely by surprise. He expected a long, drawn out ordeal. He was still thinking about what to do, when she began to gently position herself over his lap! What was she doing?

"Please Eric, spank me." Although she was asking for a spanking, her voice held a tone which made it obvious what she was really after. Over his lap, she began to move her hips around, slowly, saying that she was uncomfortable and was trying to find a better position. Her body was rubbing against his thighs, her breasts about to fall out of her tank. She was moaning, slowly, and begging him to punish her.

"Eric, please, I deserve it." And with that she slightly perked up her creamy white bottom, all the while moaning and rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. Usually this would not have altered his anger, but tonight was different. She had just gotten off her period, completely, two days ago, and for some reason they still had not taken advantage of that. So, it had been about a week, now, that he had not made love to her. His head was telling him that if he did not spank her, thoroughly, tonight, she would never believe his threats again. But his body was aching for her. Her soft skin was rubbing on him feverishly, and her bottom was staring him in the face, begging to be spanked. What man could resist? She was a gorgeous sight when she was turned on. Her whole body seemed to be excited. He could touch her lightly on her knee and it would send shivers through her spine.

Slowly, and without knowing, Eric began to cave in. He told her how bad she had been, that lying to him was not acceptable, and with that he raised his hand and brought it down with a loud SMACK on her bare bottom. Only it did not have the intended effect on either of them. It drove her wild, and left her begging for more, and he was beginning to feel an uncomfortable stiffness in his pants. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each spank left a soft red hand print on her creamy flesh, making her arch her back and raise her bottom higher in the air, desperately wanting him to continue this sensual assault.

"You’ve been so bad, baby." His voice was husky as the heat within him was beginning to rise and spin out of his control. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Yyess, I know. Eric, I’m sorry." She was going crazy, now. Her whole body was throbbing and she was as wet as a waterfall between her thighs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OOOhhhhh Eric. Please don’t stop." SMACK!

Pausing, he traced with a finger down one red cheek and into her wet pussy. His finger roamed around and found her love button, massaging it for a while. This caused her to shudder with pleasure as she tried to press her hips down, her way of begging him to continue.

"You know, Cary, punishment spankings are not supposed to be pleasant," he said, pulling his hand back up and continuing to spank her, a bit harder this time.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her legs began to jerk from each crack on her bare bottom and not all of her moans were of pleasure. After a while, her bottom began to feel very hot, and the smacks were beginning to sting more and more. He was scolding her in a low voice, and it was just adding more to her mixed feelings. Her body wanted him so badly; she was turned on more than she had been in a long time. Being over his knee receiving a spanking made her feel so feminine for some reason. The tone of his voice, and the muscles behind each spank made her wild for him. But at the same time, she felt horrible for lying to him and did not want out of this, easily. She knew she deserved to be punished and actually wanted to be. Now, she felt even worse for trying to turn him on and get herself out of her spanking.

She stopped rubbing herself on him and lay across his knees, obediently.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! SPLAT!

Eric was finding his anger again, and the smacks were coming down much harder and faster now. Soon tears were forming in Cary’s eyes and streaming down her face. Her body was jerking from each blow, and she was quietly apologizing, telling him she would never lie again. Although she didn’t think he had heard her, he had.

"Damn, right you won’t, little girl. I am going to make sure that the next time you think about lying to me, you will remember this night. Now," he stopped spanking her, "go stand in the corner again." Obediently, she raised herself off his knee, standing on shaky legs. She was crying much harder now and even though it tore at him, he offered her no comfort. Instead, when she got up and began walking, he grabbed her arm and held her in place. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OWWW!" she jumped in place and when he released her, she fled to the safety of the corner.

"If you move or rub your butt, I will double your punishment. Understand?"

"Y-yes sir," came a meek reply.

He left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving her to her tears and thoughts. It must have been a half hour until he came back, during which Cary had time to get over the pain and begin to calm herself. This was all so emotional for her. When he entered the room, it had the same effect as always. This time, she could tell that he had calmed down a lot and wanted this to be over as much as she did.

"Cary, are you ready to finish this?" his voice was gentle now.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl. Now come here."

She turned to him and gasped. He held a ping pong paddle in his hand.

"Ericccc no, please no." Her eyes were quickly filling with hot tears, causing her vision to blur. He was already so strong, a paddle would surely kill her.

"Don’t argue with me!" He was getting mad again. "Now come here and lean over the desk with your arms stretched in front of you."

"P-please Eric, don’t make….."

"Cary!" He slammed the paddle down on the desk, causing her to jump and cry much harder. "You deserve much more than this. Now come here!"

"Okay, I’m sorry," she sobbed.

Slowly, she walked over and took her position, bending over the big wooden desk with her arms extended out in front of her. She was shaking hard with fear and from the force of her tears.

"Cary, you are going to get 40 licks with the paddle. After it is over, I expect you to stay in position until I allow you to get up. If you dare try to move out of place or cover you bottom, I will start all over. Do you understand me, little girl?" He was gently patting her plump and already sore bottom with the paddle as he spoke.

"Yes Eric." CRACK!

"OWWWWW! Yes sir, I mean yes sir."

"Very good, now lets begin."

He raised his hand high above his shoulder, took aim, and brought down the paddle hard on her bare bottom.

"OOOWWWW!" she screamed out and jumped in place. The pain spread quickly through her body, and she didn’t know how she was going to handle 39 more.

SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He was alternating cheeks, going all over her bottom, never missing his intended target. A few times, he hit the same spot twice, causing her to cry out harder.

"Oh god, Eric, pppp-please ssstooppp!" Her legs were kicking wildly as the pain intensified. "I’ll never lie to y-you, againnnn! I’ll be good! PPPPlllease Eric!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He didn’t say one word during the whole thing. It was so hard for him, and she would probably never understand that. He watched her jerk and cry out in pain. The red on her bottom was quickly turning purple, and he could tell she would be bruised from this. Knowing she was in pain tore at him, and at one point he stopped for a brief second and closed his eyes, trying to not see what he was doing to her.

"Please, please, please Eric. Please, stop." Her voice was barely audible through the sound of wood smacking down on bare flesh. But he heard her none the less, and it almost made him tear up.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He finished the last, quickly, but much harder than the rest, concentrating on her sit-spot. By this point she was laying limp over the desk, still in position, but sobbing hard and quietly mumbling to herself. When he finished, the paddle dropped from his hand, and he stepped back to look at what he had done. Her whole bottom and the tops and back of her thighs were either a dark red or nasty purple. Perhaps, he had spanked harder than he had intended.

"E-Eric? I’m sorry I lied to you, Eric. Please no more….I-I can’t take anymore."

Her voice was little. She was begging him for mercy.

"Shhhh, no baby its all over. No more. You were so good, and I’m so proud of you. Why don’t you go stand in the corner and calm yourself down, okay?"

Without saying a word, Cary slowly rose to her feet, with Eric helping her. She stumbled some on the way to the corner, but once she was there she stood still. This time, Eric didn’t leave the room. Instead, he went and sat down in the chair, rubbing his eyes and running his hand through his thick hair. He knew she deserved it, but he still hadn’t wanted to do this, and hoped he would never have to repeat it.

As for Cary, the corner time was good. Slowly, her crying subsided and the fire on her bottom seemed to be dying down. Although red and purple colors were still there, the pain was slowly going away. She knew she deserved what she had gotten, and she trusted no one but Eric to give it to her. She thought about many things. Then finally, after what seemed like forever, she heard him speak.

"You know why I did that, right baby?" His voice was strained; he sounded tired.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl, now come here."

She turned around and practically ran into this open arms. She sat gingerly on his lap while he kissed all over her face, gently, and stroked her hair. Her crying picked up again, but it was not from pain.

"Shhhh, its okay baby. I love you."

Cary didn’t respond verbally. Instead, when she looked up into his eyes he could see the excitement flooding back. A slow smile spread across his face as he picked her up and carried her from the study and into their bedroom. There, he laid her down on her back, not caring too much when she flinched from the sheets touching her still tender backside. He practically ripped her tank top off of her and threw off his own clothes. Now, they were both naked, and he could have his way with her, the way he had wanted her all night.

All night long they filled the room with cries of pleasure. He took her every way he could, causing her to shake severely almost every time she’d come, screaming his name and begging him for more. They teased and tormented each other. At one point, during the height of their passion, he placed her roughly on her hands and knees and got behind her. Slamming his pelvis into her tender backside and smacking her bottom lightly if she’d try to squirm away. He groped and teased her breasts, sucking her hard pink nipples while he had her pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around his lean waist. They went at it all night, until finally when the sun broke through the clouds and spread warm light into their bedroom, they feel asleep, Eric on his back, and Cary curled up tenderly at his side. Her head was on his chest, and his arm wrapped around her. They slept all morning, oblivious to the busy world outside their bedroom walls. Around noon, Eric ran a hot bath in their oversized tub and gently placed his still sleepy wife in it, easing himself in behind her. They relaxed their worn bodies in the hot water. When they did finally get out, they went straight back to bed and back to sleep. It wasn’t until around dinner time when they woke up, pulling on their robes after having one more intense session, then heading for the kitchen to make some food and pick up where they left off.

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