From: arcane@nwiowa.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: What a Punishment! Date: 26 Apr 1995 21:35:39 GMT So here I am again, sitting at my computer and typing away on my word processor. Why am I doing this? Because Ginger has mentioned another of her "turn-ons" to me. I think she does this because she knows that I'll do anything she asks. She's probably got a sheet about twenty feet long that lists her various turn- ons. I'll be writing forever. Do I mind? Nope. What a Punishment! Mark paced back and forth in the living room. Every so often he would kick out and strike the end of the couch. His face was red and he was cursing to himself as he held the letter. How dare she do this? God, he was pissed off. And then to hide the letter from him. Shit!! Lisa pulled her car into the driveway. Mark was home. That was good. Maybe she and her husband could get a little affection in before they had to go to the party. She quickly flipped open the vanity mirror and fixed her makeup. The teased her hair a bit and then got out of the car. Mark whirled as the front door opened. He hadn't calmed down a bit since he had found the letter. Lisa took one look at him and knew that any plans for a romantic interlude were dashed. "Hi, honey," Lisa weakly offered. "Hi," Mark said through gritted teeth. That was a quirk of his. If someone said a greeting to him, he always responded. It didn't matter what mood you were in, or if you hated the sight of the person, you always responded to a greeting. It was polite. Lisa took a look at what Mark was holding. No! He had found the credit card bill. She knew what was going to happen. Hoping to forestall punishment, she dropped her purse, fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. Mark tore away from her. "No!" "Please, Mark," Lisa pleaded. "Let me suck you. I'll swallow," she added in a throaty whisper. Mark almost stepped toward her. He almost gave in. NO! He knew what had to be done. He knew what it would cost him, but it had to be done. "No, Leese. Not this time. I see what you're doing. I SEE WHAT YOU DID!" he yelled as he shook the papers. "I'm sorry," she wailed. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Leese. This is going to destroy any savings for our vacation. Jesus Christ! Shit! Fuck! Look at this! Two hundred and twelve dollars to a fucking tanning parlor? What the fuck was that for? Four hundred and thirteen dollars to...to...Shit! To WalMart? What the fuck did you buy? I don't see a new TV or a VCR? Jesus! Your card's limit is three thousand, but you've charged five fucking thousand dollars!" Lisa was in tears. "Please, Mark. I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Mark just stared at her. "Damn right!" He grabbed her purse and rifled through it. He found the offensive piece of plastic and broke it in half. "Don't even think about calling them for a replacement." "Mark..." "No! You went too far this time, Leese. Get your sorry ass upstairs!" "No, Mark! Please! Not that! I won't do..." "Yes, I know you won't do it again. But you did it this time and I'm gonna see that you realize your mistake." "No, Mark! We've got to go to the party..." "Yes, we will go. And you'll stand through it, won't you?" "Mark..." "That's enough, Leese! You know the penalty for this kind of shit! You, yourself, set down the rules. Now move your ass!" Lisa wailed and took off up the steps. Mark wasn't going to listen. He was going to spank her no matter what she said. She didn't look forward to it. Mark steamed out to the kitchen and grabbed the breadboard. He quickly tore up the steps before she had a chance to lock herself in the bathroom. Lisa had stripped and hopped onto the bed. Mark entered the room and saw his wife lying there with very widespread legs. His cock shot up immediately. "Fuck me," she whispered in her sexiest tone. She held her arms out to him, but Mark saw that the hands were shaking. Mark smiled and dropped his pants. Lisa's heart surged in hope. She saw his massive erection and hoped that he was going to fuck her instead of what he had threatened. Mark sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed one outstretched arm. "Noooooo!" Lisa wailed as she felt herself being forced over his lap. She felt his hard cock cutting into her hip, but she knew that it wasn't going to cut into anything else today. "Sorry, Leese. Any other time and I'd have given in, but not this time." He raised the paddle and brought it soundly down upon his wife's quivering cheeks. "AAAHHHH!!!! No more, please. I'm sorry!" Mark didn't listen. He raised the paddle again and struck her bare bottom. Again and again the paddle screamed through the air and landed with a sharp CRACK! against his wife's reddening ass. Lisa kicked and cried. She begged and bawled. She shook and shouted. Mark ignored her and continued to blister her ass. When he finally stopped, Lisa just lay there like a limp doll. Her ass was completely scarlet and she had bruises beginning to form. She bawled her heart out and begged for forgiveness. Mark let her cry for a long time. Finally he let her up and he hugged her. His hands caressed away the pain. She just buried her face into his hair and sobbed. They attended the party as scheduled. Lisa let out little yelps whenever she tried to sit down. She was humiliated because people hid smiles behind their hands whenever she let out a little cry. Lisa got undressed and got ready for bed. She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror. It was a horrible sight. Her ass was still fairly pink and there were huge bruises beginning to puff out. She winced as she traced a few of them. The punishment wasn't over, though. She climbed into bed and tried to cuddle up to Mark. He shoved her away and told her to go to sleep. She was horny as hell from her spanking, but she knew that release was nowhere in sight. She watched in longing as he jerked himself off and finally shot his load onto her thigh. Then he rolled over and went to sleep. Lisa smoothed the creamy fluid all over her skin, but she knew better than to touch her throbbing pussy. She would have to wait until tomorrow night before she would be allowed to get off. What a punishment!