All Hands Aft (MF, spank, married)
A Navy officer gets a bit of a flogging by annoying her officer husband.
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Carlos’ baritone rang from the bathroom as he did his best Harry Belafonte in the shower.  Monica listened until she was sure he was too busy to notice, then sneaked into the bathroom.  She swallowed her giggles as she took the towels and the bathrobe.  Carefully she hung up two folded paper towels.   Phase one was almost complete.  Monica was holding her beeper and set it off where Carlos would hear it.  She waited a couple of minutes, as if she’d been on the phone.  No fear he’d come out in less than ten minutes – Carlos loved his shower!  She put her head in the bathroom door.  “Honey, I just got a call.  I have to go in for a C-section.”  She was the pediatrician on call this weekend, so the story would hold water for a few minutes.  She had to go in to the Naval Hospital almost every weekend she had call.  Carlos knew all about it, of course.  He was the patient registrar himself.
Phase two: the basement.  Monica went downstairs and slowly turned off the outlet valve on the hot water heater.  It would take a moment or two for the water to turn cold.  She hurried back upstairs to be ready for the fun.
“Brown skin gal, stay home and…” suddenly went up to an octave way above Harry’s range and way higher than Carlos’ normal range.  “What the hell…” he squawked.  The water must have just finished getting cold.  It was getting harder for Monica to keep her giggles in.
“So that’s it!” Carlos yelled.  “She took the towels and then she gets a call.  Damn it.”  Monica could hear him trying to dry with the paper towels and a washcloth.  Then he came out to the bedroom, stark naked.  He jumped about a foot when he saw Monica on the bed, giggling hard.
“Aha,” he said.  “So the call was a fake, was it?”  Monica nodded, snorting and giggling.  She tossed him one of the towels and he dried off before slipping on a pair of running shorts.  She had missed the fact that the shorts were all he put on.  Carlos sat in the armchair and looked at her for a minute.  Then he reverted to his days as a Naval boot camp instructor.
“Atten-HUT!” he called suddenly.  Monica leaped to her feet in an exaggerated parody of attention.  She had been a direct commission officer as a physician; Carlos had come up as an enlisted sailor and had slight regard for her military bearing.  She was standing in front of him in a T-shirt and cutoffs, trying to act serious and failing happily.
“General court-martial is convened.  The United States versus Lieutenant Commander Monica Garcia, U.S. Navy Medical Corps.  The charge is mutiny, false beeping, mopery, dopery, and stealing the towels.”
“You forgot turning off the hot water,” she giggled.  “Not guilty.”
“The accused would be well advised to consider throwing herself on the mercy of the court,” Carlos said in his most dignified voice.  Monica laughed out loud at that, since he was still sitting there in only a pair of shorts.
“The accused has little faith in the mercy of the court,” she answered.  “The accused has appeared before the court before.”
“The court duly notes the objection of the accused.  Since the case is clear-cut, the court finds the accused guilty as charged.  Has the accused anything to say in mitigation?”
“The accused considers the court a big bully,” Monica answered.
“So noted, although that’s more aggravation than mitigation.  Very well, I will pronounce sentence.  The accused will be close confined to the brig --“ Carlos nodded toward the bathroom door – “for one minute.  At the end of that time, the accused will return wearing only this shirt and her panties.”  He handed her a T-shirt of his, big and white.  “Then all hands will witness punishment.”
“The court has been reading too many sea novels,” Monica answered.  But she scuttled into the bathroom and prepared to change.  She kicked off her sandals and pulled her tank top over her head.  Then she paused a moment, looking in the big bathroom mirror.  Her bra was a stark white against her dark skin, covering her small breasts.  How she had waited for large breasts like her sister’s! Velma had gotten all that.  Still, Carlos liked hers they way they were.  She slipped off the bra and put it on the counter.  If Carlos said the shirt and panties, that was what he meant!  Then Monica opened her denim cutoffs and stepped out of them.  Her panties were a pastel pink with thin blue stripes, low on the waist and leg.  The material was thick enough to hide the short, kinky thatch between her thighs.  Then she pulled the T-shirt over her head.  It fit like a tent, hanging to mid-thigh.  It smelled faintly of Carlos even though it was fresh and clean.  Monica felt a tingle in her thighs as she put it on.  She knew what he had in mind!
“One minute,” he called out.  She came back into the bedroom and stood demurely in front of Carlos, her eyes cast down, her hands behind her back.
“Does the accused have anything else to say?” Carlos asked.
“The court is still a bully,” she answered.  She had her lower lip out in her best pout now.
“Then all hands will witness punishment.”  Suddenly Monica found herself lying across Carlos’ lap, facing the floor and her rear end high in the air.  She was lying on a suspicious bulge in Carlos’ shorts that pressed against her belly eagerly.  She felt a tug as Carlos raised the T-shirt and piled it on her back.  Her back, her legs felt awfully bare and vulnerable.  Yet she still felt safe; Carlos was always gentle with her.
She felt the draft from his hand a moment before she felt the sharp rap across her panties.  It sure woke up every nerve ending in the soft flesh.  The tingling of anticipation spread from her bottom down her thighs and between her legs into her belly.  It felt naughty and fun and good, all at once.
“What was that?” she asked in her snottiest high-school voice.  The next love-pat was sharper, more tingly.   But this would be more fun with skin on skin.  “You’ll have to do better than that!” she said.
Carlos’ response was a classic of non-verbal communication.  She felt a strong tug at her waist and strong hands across the bare flesh of her bottom as Carlos pulled her panties down onto her round, soft thighs.  The next sound was the pop of his hand on her bare skin.  The feeling of bareness and the firm-gentle touch of his hand on her were like matches to a fuse.  Her arousal swept every part of her.
Each pat fired her more strongly, each sound made her more eager for him to finish and soothe her.  After about a dozen strokes, she could feel the pinkness of her bare skin as Carlos finished.  Then she wiggled as he gently stroked his hand over the smacked and sensitized skin.  He had warmed her thoroughly!
“Punishment is over,” Carlos announced.  He pulled her panties back up over her bottom and set her on her feet.  “Should we make up?”
“How do we do that?” she asked saucily.
“Let me show you,” he answered.  He scooped her up like a child and laid her on the quilted bedspread.  Then he turned her on her stomach and gently pulled her panties down again.  He stepped away for a moment and Monica felt the cool air caress her bottom.  He was back a moment later with a jar of cold cream.  “Tell me if you like this,” he said as he gently smoothed the cream onto her bottom.
It was like the spanking all over again.  Every nerve in the skin that would normally be under her panties was firing fast and hard.  She purred in contented excitement as Carlos extended his attention to her thighs and lower back.  Then he pulled the panties onto Monica’s thighs and she lifted her hips so he could get them all the way off.  She sat up and got the T-shirt out of the way as Carlos was shucking his shorts to the floor.
Monica managed to get Carlos under her somehow.  She bent forward and kissed his neck and chest as he cuddled her back and bottom.  He kept his hands busy on her thighs as she tickled his sides and caressed his belly.  Then she rolled to her back and pulled him on top, opening her legs in invitation.
Carlos accepted with enthusiasm.  Monica guided his erection into her wet vagina and he pressed gently into her pussy.  She was ready for fast action and that’s what she got!  Carlos drove his cock into Monica’s soft nakedness with held-back strength.  He increased his rhythm quickly until they were both panting.  Their game had made them so excited that a few minutes of lovemaking pushed them off the edge into the ecstasy they craved and shared.  Monica heard Carlos muttering in Spanish as she called his name.  Then, with a shared shudder and a sigh, the moment slipped away.
Carlos was up a few moments later.  After all, it was nine in the morning!  “I hope you learned a lesson,” he said in a mock-stern voice.
“Yes,” she answered as she looked up at him.  “I learned to wear two pair of panties the next time I steal the towels.”