From: ZSGP68B@prodigy.com (Ronald Mcingle) Subject: Laura's Punishment Date: Fri, 21 Apr 1995 03:32:59 GMT Laura's Punishment copywrite April 20 , 1995 Ronald Mcingle ZSGP68B@prodigy.com This is just a quick little story that I wrote. Actually, I wrote it specifically for "sweetness", who gave the inspiration for the story line. It is definatly different that my other stories, so I hope you all like it. As always, comments, thoughts, suggestions, ideas for other stories, etc are welcome. Ronald Mcingle ZSGP68B@prodigy.com It had not been a good day for Mike. A major project was due, and at two in the afternoon the power transformer that supplied the entire building it's power gave up and died. It would take hours before the power company could have it replaced, so Mike decided he might as well go home and try to get some work done there. As he opened the front door to his home, a familiar buzzing sound greeted his ears. Puzzled for a moment, he carefully closed the door and crept down the hall toward the bedroom. Peering in, he could see his wife Laura lying naked on the bed, furiously working a vibrator into her sex. An instant rage overtook Mike, and he clenched his fists and was about to speak. Then he had another thought, and quietly retraced his steps out to his car. He waited outside, watching the bedroom window until he could make out a shape moving about inside through the light curtains. He then slammed his car door, walked slowly to the front door, and fumbled with the keys for moment. When he finally entered, his wife, fully dressed, was there to greet him. "Hi honey! Your home early." "Yes, we had a power outage at work, so I thought I would take advantage of it and spend the afternoon with you. How about it, interested in a little `afternoon delight' ?" "Oh, Mike, I'm sorry, but not today. It's getting close to my period, and you know that I just can't get into the mood at times like this." `Yea, right' thought Mike. Last time it was a headache. Before that she was too tired. Or she had cramps. Or she had a yeast infection. Or just maybe she had taken her pleasure by herself? "You couldn't get in the mood at all today?" "No dear". "Could you have been in the mood, say, this morning?" "I don't know, probably not" Laura said, a little puzzled by the line of questions. "Could you have been in the mood, say, an hour ago?" Of course not!" "Could you have been in the mood ten minutes ago?" "I don't understand" Laura said, becoming worried. "Come with me for a second" Mike said, leading her into the bedroom. He Opened the night stand drawer, and removed the vibrator that was stored there. Holding it under his nose, he took a quick sniff. "Hmm, this smells pretty good, don't you think?" he said as he held it out to Laura. "Look, it is even a little wet, see that?" Laura looked at the vibrator dumbfounded, unable to think of an appropriate reply. "Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself?" Laura didn't really consider herself to be a young lady', but she wasn't about to protest her title at this point. She knew she had been caught, even though she wasn't sure exactly how he knew. She was desperately trying to think of a good excuse, when she suddenly found herself being drug across his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you think your doing?" Laura protested. "Something I should have done a long time ago" Mike responded, as he brought his hand down upon her backside . "It's bad enough that you don't have any self restraint, but to pleasure yourself and then to deny me any is totally unacceptable. Then to top it off you stood there and told me a web of lies." . "Ow, STOP THAT!" Laura complained. Laura immediately put a hand back to cover her rear, which Mike quickly grabbed and turned it into an arm lock. As additional blows fell, Laura kicked and squirmed and twisted until she managed to partially escape Mike's grasp. As she struggled to get free, her elbow swung and caught Mike on the chin. "Get UP!" Mike roared, standing up as Laura slid to the floor. Laura was frightened by Mikes tone of voice, and quickly scrambled to her feet. "For that" Mike continued "You are really going to get it good. You grab your wooden handled hairbrush, and march your little fanny into the living room!" Laura realized just how angry Mike was, and quickly did as she was told to avoid getting him any more upset. Mike led her quickly down the hall, and pushed her roughly into the back of the sofa, forcing her to bend over. "Now you are going to get a spanking whether you like it or not! And the more your struggle, the worse I will make it!" Mike grabbed the hairbrush from Laura's hand, and brought it down upon her skirt covered bottom. "Owwww, No, don't Owww, Stop! I didn't Owwwww, Stop! Please Don't." "You deserve this, and now you are going to get it!" With each swat, Laura would twist and squirm, presenting Mike with an ever moving target. "I'm warning you, keep still or I will make it worse!" If Laura believed the threat, she didn't try very hard, because on the next swat she stood up and turned around to protect her backside. "That does it!" Mike said, as he grabbed her arm. Dragging her towards the dining room table, Mike pulled out one of the straight back chairs and sat down, pulling Laura across his lap. "You like this better?" "Nooo" Laura replied, as she put her outside hand back to cover her rear. the brush landed hard upon the back of her hand, which caused her to yank it back out of the way. "That serves you right. It hurts on the knuckles, doesn't it?" Again Laura tried to twist off Mike's lap. "Lay Still or else!" Mike warned. Laura kicked her legs in an attempt to break Mikes grip. At first she thought it had worked, as the arm that was pinning her down was moved. But then she felt the cool rush of air as her skirt was lifted up over her back. "Noooo!" Laura complained. Without the padding of the skirt, the pain was far greater, and Laura screamed in pain. another scream, and she renewed her struggles to get free. "You are not a fast learner, are you?" Mike asked, as he grabbed her panties and quickly drug them down to her knees. "NOOOO, NOT ON THE BARE!" Laura pleaded. Laura started to kick again, only to find that her panties were effectively holding her legs together. A scream, and more struggles. Now Laura started to pound at Mikes legs with her fists. Her legs were really working now, as her panties started to slide down her legs. She bucked her hips, practically jumping off Mike's lap. At last her panties worked there way off, and Laura was able to swing her outside leg out to get some leverage to push against Mikes hold. "Arrruuggghhh" Laura grunted, as this blow had partially taken her breath away. Not that much harder than all the others, but it fell on the tender tissue between her legs that she had just exposed. The same spot on the other leg was targeted. Laura quickly abandoned her plans for escape and brought her legs back together to block access to this tender area. "Iiieeee , Ah, Ah, Oww" Laura grunted out between breaths. "Now see, I told you it could get worse. And I am going to keep on spanking you until you lay there and take it. So for your own sake, LIE STILL!" Laura may have been stubborn, but she was no fool. Realizing that her best bet was to get it over with, she quit her struggle and concentrated on blocking out the pain. Mike continued on for 10 more swats. Laura would cry out briefly on each one, and kept her body stiff and her buttocks tight. "OK, have you learned your lesson yet?" Mike asked. Laura, who was still seething with a fury of her own, didn't answer. "I guess not!" Mike said, and started his assault with the brush anew. "No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Laura cried out. The pain in her buttocks was quickly becoming unbearable, and she desperately wanted it to stop. After a dozen more swats, Laura finally submitted to Mike's demand. The fight taken out of her, she simply laid limp across his lap, grasping the leg of the chair in her hands. "That's better" Mike said, as he set the brush aside. " I want you to really remember this, so I am going to continue with my hand for a while." While the hand was not nearly as painful as the brush was, her bottom was already so sore that any touch was painful. With each swat, Laura would cry out, jerk her body, but continued to remain in place. As Mike watched his wife's buttocks shake from each blow, the anger he had subsided. As the anger subsided, so did the strength of each swat, until finally they were but gentle love taps, and then more of a slap followed by a rub. As the intensity of the spanking decreased, Laura regained some of her composure. Even though her butt felt as if it was on fire, the new swats no longer seemed to hurt. As she lay there, she became aware of a heat she felt, one that was in a different place than her buttocks. She was becoming aroused, a feeling she hadn't expected. Soon Laura was squirming on Mike's lap again. But instead of trying to get away, she was thrusting her pelvis into Mikes leg. Instead of cries of pain with each swat, she gave soft moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, Mike was having a similar reaction. Eventually he could take it no longer. Setting the brush aside, he stood up, pulling his wife to her feet. "Are you going to be a good girl now?" "Yes dear" Laura panted. " I am so sorry. I am sorry that I lied to you, and sorry that I didn't think of you when I brought myself pleasure. Please, let me make it up to you"