by Lola Starr
The ceiling lit up once again, but this time the light remained still in the middle of the ceiling. Jackson’s home. I desperately wished he would come up here so I could apologize, and let him know how genuinely remorseful I was about this whole thing. My heart skipped a beat as I heard his footsteps approaching from down the hall. The door opened a crack and he peeked his head in.
“Are you still awake?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” I said, sitting up. “Jackson, I’m so sorry—”
He held up his hand for me to stop, and sat down on the bed next to me.
“Let me just say a few things. I am really upset about this, but a big part of it is how upset I am with myself. I should have told you right away when I got the offer and talked it over with you. I just didn’t want you to worry about moving if I decided not to accept it, so I thought it’d be best to keep it from you until I knew for sure that it was even likely to happen.
“I can only imagine how it must have sounded to you, hearing about it last night. Sabrina, I owe you a huge apology for keeping something so big from you. It’s my fault that you thought something was wrong, and I know that. But I was also tremendously hurt that you would even think I could leave you for someone else. I couldn’t even consider doing something like that. You’re everything to me.”
I pushed myself up towards him and threw my arms around him. After everything I’d been through emotionally since the night before, hearing him say that was a huge and welcome relief. He hugged me tightly, kissing me on the forehead before gently pulling back.
“However,” he said, looking me in the eye. “As much as I can appreciate why your mind went wild today, and as disappointed as I am that you didn’t just come to me instead of assuming the worst, my biggest disappointment is how little concern you showed for how your behavior would affect us. Regardless of what you were feeling, there was no excuse for snooping through my work email. And that whole fiasco you caused after lunch—I don’t even have words for.”
“I know,” I reassured him. “I realize how crazy that all was. I was just so upset; I wasn’t thinking clearly. I feel terrible about the huge mess I made. I hope you’ll tell Gabrielle how sorry I am about the whole thing.”
“Oh, no, I most certainly won’t,” he said with a slight chuckle. “You’ll be doing that yourself, tomorrow when she comes over with my written offer.”
San Diego. I had always wanted to see the West Coast. Now we’d be living there. I remembered Jackson’s words of concern from the night before. It would be a big adjustment, not having his family nearby or any of our friends. But still—California! A smile crept across my face as I thought about how exciting it would be to live somewhere completely new.
“I wouldn’t smile just yet if I were you,” Jackson warned sternly. “We still have to deal with this matter of your outrageous behavior today.”
The smile faded as I came back down to earth. This is going to hurt!
“Pull down your panties and bend over the side of the bed,” he said as he stood up. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Solemnly, I followed his instructions and got into position. My bottom was still sore from the night before, and I didn’t know how I’d bear another spanking so soon. And it would be a good one—I was sure of that. With great disappointment in myself, I once again called to mind all the craziness of the past day. At least we’d deal with it and be able to move on. I would receive a sound spanking tonight, apologize to Gabrielle tomorrow, and then the matter would be over with. Nonetheless, my body tensed up as I heard the bedroom door open behind me.
“I assume I don’t need to go over with you the reason why you’re being spanked. Am I correct?”
“Yes, sir,” I said softly in response.
“Good. I’ll start with my hand, then I’ll be using a switch. Stick your bottom up higher.”
I reluctantly complied and braced myself. His hand rapidly struck my bottom, alternating sides with each swat against my already tender skin. I bit my lip as the stinging in my flesh turned into a burn. The swats stopped and his fingers lightly rubbed my skin. The anticipation of the switching that would soon follow kept me from being able to relax at all during this pause. As his hand reached across the bed for the switch, I buried my face into the pillow.
“Do your best to remember this the next time you think of doing something as crazy as what you did earlier,” he commanded sternly. I mumbled a response into the pillow and waited, my entire body tense.
The switch made a whistling sound as Jackson swung it towards my bottom. I cried out into the pillow as it struck, sending a harsh sting across my flesh. He swung it again and I squirmed in pain.
“Hold still, or you’ll get extra!”
I did my best to keep my bottom up in the air as he switched it again and again. Between each swing, he paused so I would feel the burn. The pillow was soaked with tears as I cried out with each stroke of the switch, and then whimpered through each pause. My bottom felt like it had been lit on fire.
“I never want to hear about you behaving the way you did today. Do you understand?” he said, emphasizing his words with strokes of the switch.
“Uh huh,” I choked out with heavy sobs, unable to speak.
“Your bottom is good and red. I think you’ll remember this lesson well,” he said, pausing a moment. “But I’ll give you 5 more strokes to make sure. Stick your bottom up high for me.”
My cries echoed through the room as he administered the final strokes to my upturned bottom. As the final stroke landed, I collapsed on the bed, my bottom throbbing and my legs quivering. This had been the harshest spanking he had ever given me, partially due to it coming only a day after my last spanking. I was thankful it was over, but continued crying from both pain and shame at having earned this punishment. He sat on the bed next to me and gently rubbed my bottom until my sobbing subsided.
“Let’s try to look forward now,” he said softly. “I hate that this is how I had to break the news to you. I was so proud of this offer but wanted to be sure it was the right thing.”
“I’m proud of you too,” I sniffled, pushing myself up on my elbows to look at him. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted. I am happy about this, honestly. I can’t believe what I did.”
“It’s over now,” he said, leaning down towards me. “Well, it will be once you apologize to Gabrielle tomorrow. For now, let’s see if I can’t remind you how much you mean to me.”
He kissed me gently as he slid further up onto the bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I nestled into his arms as his lips moved across my neck, nibbling my ears before moving down to my chest. I assisted him by pulling my nightie off, exposing my breasts for him to kiss and softly squeeze.
As his hot, wet lips closed around my nipple, a surge of pressure and warmth began to build between my thighs. He rolled his tongue across my hardened nipple while cupping it in his hand. With the other hand, he undid his pants and kicked his legs free. He removed his mouth from my breast long enough to pull his shirt over his head, then went to work on the other breast, nibbling and squeezing it. I could feel his cock hardening as it brushed against my thigh.
I spread my legs apart, wrapping them around his waist while he guided his cock into me. He pressed the tip in gently, as he always did, allowing me to adjust to his size. Slowly he pushed in further, as my wetness helped me stretch around him. With careful thrusts, he penetrated deeper and deeper until he was buried within me. Pulling my legs up around his neck, he pressed himself even deeper as his thrusts increased in speed and strength.
Soon he was pumping into me hard enough to take my breath away. I could feel his cock swelling within me as he moved. He leaned his body against me with my legs still over his shoulders, pinning me against the bed. The pressure of him so deep inside of me and the helplessness of being unable to move from underneath him filled sent jolts of arousal through me. I loved the feeling of being completely dominated an
d at his mercy.
He increased the strength of his thrusts even more, as the intense pressure grew almost painful. Still pinned beneath him, I felt my body begin to climb towards a climax as he rode me hard and fast. I cried out as my entire body tensed up and then exploded into an orgasm. As my juices covered his swollen cock, he groaned and cried out as ribbons of thick cum pulsed out, filling me with warmth.
I felt him soften within me as his movements slowed to a stop, and he pushed my legs back down to his waist before collapsing on top of me. I could feel the mixture of my juices with his cum spilling out as he withdrew from me, both of us still gasping for air. I felt dizzy with exhilaration, feeling like we were closer now than ever before. All the anxiety and stress had melted away, and I only felt happiness and love.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck to hold him against me, and he responded with a deep kiss. We lay there together for several minutes, neither of us wanting to move or speak. Finally, he broke the silence.
“So, still worried about some other woman?” he asked with a grin.
“Nah,” I said with a giggle. “Besides, if you do try some funny business, I’m sure I can find solace with some hot surfer.”
“Hey, now,” he said with mock sternness. “That switch is still in arm’s reach!”
I laughed as I kissed him again, filled with contentment and peace—and the certainty that no one would ever be able to come between us.
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Tears began to roll down my cheeks. He came over to me and wiped them away before gently kissing me. “This is for your own good, Shellie,” he said calmly, looking me in the eye. “If you knew how to control yourself, you wouldn’t be in this position. Now, bend over and pull your pants down. All the way to your ankles. It’s time for you to be spanked.”
Sexy stories of women being taken in hand by their alpha male husbands. Strong men know exactly what their misbehaving wives need--a good spanking! You’ll be squirming in sympathy for these ladies as they get bent over their husbands’ laps to have their bare bottoms well reddened. But will that be enough to teach them a lesson, or will they continue their naughty ways?
This is a compilation of 8 previously published erotic short stories that contain explicit sexual content.
Stories included are:
Across His Lap, Bottom Bared
A Red Bottom For Lacey
Getting My Bottom Spanked
Nina Needs Her Bottom Spanked
Nina's Bottom Gets Paddled
Smoking Hot
Spanked For Stealing
Spanked In Front of Everyone
