This short story is an entry in the 2011 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Making Her Point
AUGUST 2009
The riding crop's split rubber tip cracked relentlessly against Colin Kristain's upthrust naked buttocks, punitively working over his wide-open 'sit spots' as he sobbed and wailed. His wife Bethany was showing him absolutely no mercy, but he knew better than to do anything more than squirm as he kept his nude body jackknifed over the well-padded ottoman in their living room.
Finally, after sixty snapping strokes of the crop, the attractive mid-twentyish brunette paused to let her husband regain his composure.
"So do you know what this little ass-whipping is for?" she demanded momentarily.
His trim body shivered. "For disagreeing with you, Bethie, I'm sorry…"
"No, damn it!" Abruptly Bethany dropped the crop and picked up the oval-shaped lexan paddle; she quickly and vigorously smacked its multi- holed striking surface against Colin's striped derriere thirty times, making him howl, before addressing him. "You're allowed to disagree, you don't get punished for that. I call the shots only during a disciplinary session, then you have to obey me, otherwise we have open discussion." She administered another thirty blistering-hard paddywhacks to his quivering, vulnerable buttcheeks. "Why are you being spanked, Colin?"
"Fuh-For b-being rude and ih-insulting, ma'am," he stammered, his tears flowing freely.
She smiled with satisfaction, setting down the paddle. "Exactly…I'm teaching you a licking lesson about voicing disagreement without being disagreeable. As your loving wife I always deserve your respect, don't I?"
He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Looking like an avenging and spanking angel in her white tennis outfit, Bethany picked up the leather crop. "Another five dozen lashes should be enough." She raised her whippy implement to strike. "Do we debate this, sweetheart?"
His head shook. "No, ma'am."
"Right—because it's household discipline." She beamed brightly. "Such a quick study."
The crop resumed its whip-cracking as Colin's bare-bottomed learning experience continued…
The End
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