He was pleased with her obedience and knew she was naturally submissive, at least when it came to him, but she, like most modern women, didn’t realize how empowering submission could be and saw it as weakness. It would take some time for him to un-teach that. To teach her that in fact the opposite was true: in the giving of her gift of submission, she’d be gaining the gift of his dominance in a whole new way. In a beautiful way that could take their marriage to a whole other, better place.
Ignoring his own growing need, Cade began to press against the dark hole, taking his time, enjoying every moment of so intimate a touch to so private a place, still circling until he penetrated the tight ring.
He didn’t truly need to lubricate her inside; he would make sure to have the thermometer itself well-greased before pressing it into her. But this was about much more than taking her temperature.
“I think you’re just about ready,” he said, watching his finger disappear fully into her bottom before drawing it back out and pressing in again. He noticed how her knuckles had gone white as she tightened her hold on the headboard and he didn’t miss it when she lifted her hips slightly as he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing in again. He circled his finger inside her, taking care to smear the lubricant all along her inner walls. But when she pressed her legs together in a not very subtle attempt to stimulate her clitoris, he slapped her hip, just a quick smack that made her gasp.
“This is not for your pleasure,” he said, his voice husky and thick.
“I’m sorry,” she managed, her own voice breathy.
“How do naughty girls get their temperatures taken, Amy?” he asked, still playing with her, circling his finger inside her.
“Naughty girls get their temperatures taken in their naughty bottoms, sir,” she said.
“Are you ready to take the thermometer into your naughty bottom?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” She then looked back and reached a hand to touch his wrist. “I’m sorry, Cade,” she said, her eyes searching his. He nodded and she turned back, placing her hand once again on the lowest rung of the wrought-iron headboard. Cade smiled at her sweetness, at her acceptance of his dominance, his discipline.
With that, he pulled her bottom cheek wider and inserted the well-lubricated old-fashioned thermometer deep into her bottom, deeper than his finger had gone, although given the narrow circumference of the thing, he imagined the sensation to be much less.
“There,” he said once it was fully seated. He stood, looking back at her with the thermometer sticking out from between her bottom cheeks, the sight arousing him, her submission arousing him. “Do we need to take a photograph for Lydia?” he asked, picking up her iPhone.
Panicked, her head snapped backward. “No! Please don’t!”
He waited a moment, allowing his gaze to penetrate her. “Next time, I will,” he said, setting the phone down. “Stay just like that while it works,” he said and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned with a towel, drying them as he looked at her lying just as he’d left her.
“You can relax your arms,” he said, tossing the towel onto a chair and sitting back down on the bed.
She did, but she wouldn’t look back at him. He checked his watch.
“We’ll be ready to take it out in a few minutes,” he said, turning the thermometer a little.
“How will you punish me?” she asked without looking at him.
“You’ll be sent to stand in the corner with your bare bottom on display while thinking about what you did, how you earned this punishment. After that, I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”
“Spank me?” she asked, glancing back first at him, then at his large right hand.
“Yes. That’s what we’re going to do going forward. I won’t tolerate lying or any other behavior that makes you less than you are. I will be your disciplinarian until you’re able to be more disciplined yourself.”
She nodded, accepting his words. Tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry I disappoint you,” she mumbled.
Cade took her face into his hands. “Honey, I love you. You don’t disappoint me. This choice you made disappoints me. What I’m doing is to help you be better, be what I know you can be. I know about how you were brought up, I understand the way you think even, but it’s time to change that. Do you trust me, Amy? Do you trust that I love you enough to do this?”
“I trust you. I love you. I sometimes don’t understand why you love me, but…”
“That’s enough of that,” he said, cutting her off. “Turn back and face the headboard now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Lift up a little onto your knees, arch your back, and push your bottom up.”
She groaned but did as he said, her bottom now protruding, her cheeks spreading just enough to expose the pink of her pussy, the ring of her back hole with the thermometer sticking out of it. Cade touched it, turning it a little before pushing it in deeper. Amy squirmed, whimpering, and pressed her face into the bed. He imagined her face was red with embarrassment, as red as her bottom would be when he was finished spanking her for the first time.
“You’ll hold just like that for five more minutes and think about the position you’ve put yourself in, think about how you’ll look standing in the corner if your temperature comes back normal, as I suspect it might. When my wife behaves like a child, I will be forced to treat her like one.”
Amy just nodded her head.
Cade pretended to look through his medical bag while she remained as she was. His cock was hard and he turned away to adjust himself. After some moments, he cleared his throat and returned to her. He took hold of the thermometer in one hand and slowly slid the length of it out of her bottom hole to look at it.
Her temperature was normal, as they both knew it would be.
“I’m sorry, Cade. I lied. I wasn’t sick at all and it was stupid for me to go shopping with Lydia after missing my practice test, and honestly, I was just scared to fail.”
Cade smiled and rubbed her bottom.
“You have to find a way to move beyond that fear, Amy,” he said. “You’re smart, you can do this. You know you can. I know you can. And Professor Brown knows you can.”
She glanced at him from over her shoulder but when he met her gaze, she dropped hers again and nodded.
She smiled a little and sat up to hug him. Cade set the thermometer down on the nightstand and took her into his arms, hugging her tight to him. “I’m glad you told me the truth,” he said.
“Me too.”
“I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight to treat you for your hard work with the test,” he said. “We have a reservation at Roberto’s at seven, but I’ll make a call to push that back by an hour so we can deal with the matter of your punishment.”
“You’re still going to punish me? But I just told you I was sorry.”
“Yes, you did, but saying the words and feeling the consequences of your actions are two very different things, Amy. Today you will learn a valuable lesson.”
“But…”
“Stand up and take off your clothes, everything but your panties.”
“But Cade…” she whined, her face turning to that of a spoiled child who just had her favorite toy taken away.
“Sir. This is punishment. Now stand up,” he said more forcefully. He rose to his feet and, having decided on a corner, he moved the chair that stood there off to the side. He looked back to find her slowly rising and waited while she pulled her t-shirt over her head before slipping her jeans off. She pulled her panties back up and unhooked then slid her bra from her shoulders. She then stood looking at him, covering her breasts.
“Come here, Amy.”
She went to him and he stepped to the side before turning her to face the wall.
“I’m not a child,” she began, but her protest was a weak one.
“No, but your behavior is that of one. Nose touches the wall at all times,” he began, guiding her head to the s
pot. “In fact,” he began, digging into his pocket for a pencil and drawing a circle on the wall. “Your nose stays in this circle,” he said, his hand between her shoulders pressing her forward. “Clasp opposite elbows behind your back. And these,” he said, taking her panties down to just beneath her hips to expose her lovely, pale, yet unmarked bottom to him. “These stay right here so you’re very aware of how exposed you are.”
He was glad to see that she stood just as he had placed her when he stepped back.
“Thirty minutes just like this. Thirty minutes to think about why you’re standing in the corner with your naughty bottom on display. Thirty minutes to think about the spanking you have coming.”
* * *
Amy stood alone in the corner shifting from foot to foot as the minutes stretched slowly by. When her nose itched, she rubbed it against the wall to scratch it, keeping her hands just where they were all along even though she knew Cade wasn’t in the room. She could hear him talking to the hostess at the restaurant to make the change for their dinner reservation. After hanging up, he made a few more calls before returning to change his clothes and quietly leaving again. She glanced over her shoulder at the clock only to find she had another fifteen minutes remaining. Groaning, she turned her nose back to touch the wall.
He was going to spank her. Her husband had just taken her temperature in the most embarrassing way possible, had sent her to stand in the corner with her bottom bared and on display, and when her time in the corner was up, he was going to take her over his knee and spank her. It was surreal. She felt like one of the characters she’d read about when she’d sneak peeks inside dirty books at the bookstore when she was younger.
What had he said? He was going to be her disciplinarian. God, that word. She swallowed as her sex came alive. She’d been wet when he’d had her lying on her belly, her hips hoisted up by his pillow. She’d grown more wet when he’d told her to spread her legs and had pulled her bottom cheeks apart. She’d been embarrassed as hell. Anal play during sex was very different to what he’d just done, but she had been perhaps even more aroused than ever before. The sensation of his finger on her bottom hole smearing in the lubricant, the thought of her submitting to him, of him watching her, her most private place exposed to him while she lay prone and allowed it, made her want to reach down between her legs and touch herself. It would take just a few moments given the state of arousal she was in.
Arousal. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? How was she aroused at being made to stand in the corner, naked but for her panties pulled to just beneath her hips? That last little detail made the blush she knew was spreading across her cheeks deepen; it made her feel that much more naked, more exposed, more vulnerable.
Without a thought, she shifted her legs so that her panties slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. She then stuck her nose back in the circle Cade had drawn on the wall for her.
Her mind drifted back to Cade. Her husband. Now her disciplinarian. Why was she so aroused by the thought? By the mere word disciplinarian?
The sound of Cade clearing his throat disturbed her thoughts and she immediately stiffened, realizing that perhaps sliding her panties off had not been the best idea. He had lowered them to just below her hips, he’d been specific about her holding them just there when he’d told her to strip off everything else. Would he be angry now? And what about the spanking? A shudder ran through her and her hands felt cold and clammy even while sweat began to collect under her arms and the arousal she’d been feeling turned into something else as she realized that she had no idea what was about to happen. And given that, she knew she would do exactly as Cade said, she would submit to whatever punishment he planned. She wondered how much a spanking would hurt. Surely it would be manageable. Wouldn’t it?
“Did you have permission to take your panties off?” Cade asked from behind her.
She began to turn to answer him, but he stopped her with a ‘tsk-tsk.’
“Keep your nose touching the wall, you’ll be allowed out of the corner when I say so, not before. Now answer my question.”
Heat flooded her face and she dropped her gaze down but kept her nose touching that damned wall. She felt embarrassed and that embarrassment somehow turned to heat between her legs.
“Amy?” came Cade’s voice.
She cleared her throat, feeling hot tears behind her eyes. “No, sir.”
“Then why did you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. I asked you why your panties are lying on the floor.”
“I felt… I felt more naked. I felt embarrassed.”
“Hmm.” She could almost imagine his expression. His tone told her he wasn’t angry with her but this was a different side of him, a side of him she didn’t yet know. “Put them back on, please.”
She nodded and squatted down to get them, stepping into them, just glancing at him standing behind her, not at his face but at his body. He’d changed into jeans and was just rolling up his shirtsleeves.
Slowly, she rose, pulling her panties up as she did. Once they reached the tops of her thighs, she paused.
“All the way up and turn around to face me,” he instructed.
Relieved, she did as he said and turned. He looked her over from head to toe and nodded. “Next time, I’ll start the clock over again if you don’t do exactly as you’re told during corner time, do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded quickly and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Amy watched while he moved a simple wooden chair to the middle of the room and sat down on it.
“Come here, Amy.”
Hesitating, she met his blue gaze, her own eyes wide in anticipation. As if sensing her apprehension, her uncertainty, he nodded once. “You’re all right. It’s just me, just us. Come here.”
She shivered with sudden cold, goose bumps raising the hairs on her arms as she hugged herself, feeling her eyes fill with yet unshed tears. “What are we doing?” she asked.
“We’re changing how we do things, but it doesn’t change us,” Cade said, standing and walking toward her, wrapping his big hands over both of her shoulders, rubbing warmth into them, forcing those tears out as she pressed her forehead to his chest.
“I’m sorry I lied,” she managed after a few moments. She looked up at him. “Do you have to spank me?”
Cade brought his hands to cup either side of her face, studying her. “I don’t think you want me to let you off the hook, do you? Isn’t that how it’s always been for you?”
There was so much more behind his question. Just so much. It was as if he knew everything about her, understood it all. That she came from an upper-middle–class family and she couldn’t remember a time in her life when she wanted for anything. If she got into trouble, all it took were a few words, a quick apology, and she was off the hook. The worst punishment she’d ever had to endure was being grounded for a full weekend. In a strange way, her rebellion came in the form of pushing, pushing, pushing, trying to get a reaction from either her mother or her father who were usually too busy with their own lives to take much interest in hers.
They weren’t bad parents; they weren’t cruel or abusive in any way. They just had strange priorities. Her mother was her father’s second wife, his trophy wife. Most of Amy’s childhood memories consisted of herself, her sister, who, now at twenty-six, was two years older than her, and their nanny. She had been the poster child for ‘poor little rich girl’ and it made her sick. She’d never been held accountable for anything in her life. The way she saw it, no one had cared enough to do it. No one until Cade.
“Please don’t let me off the hook.” Had those words come from her lips?
Cade nodded and slid his hands along her arms to take hold of her hands as he sat down, pulling her to stand between his legs.
“Put your hands up behind your head,” he said, releasing them.
She was unable to ho
ld his gaze as she did, her arms moving up of their own accord until her fingers interlaced at the back of her head. Cade waited patiently, his expression not hard but also not smiling. His gaze traveled slowly over her face and down to her breasts, her belly. He reached a hand out and two fingers hooked to the top of her pastel pink panties, drawing the front slowly down over her shaved pussy, exposing the very top of her slit.
“Eyes on me,” he said, his voice husky while two fingers slid underneath to part the slick folds of her pussy and reveal the swollen nub of her clit. She swallowed when he hovered there but it was only a moment before he moved his fingers to dip into her wet sex. He pushed into her twice before drawing his fingers slowly out and bringing them up so they could both see the glistening evidence of her arousal.
“Did you like standing in the corner with your naughty bottom bared and on display for me?” he asked. “Did it excite you?”
“It embarrassed me,” she defended, looking just beyond his shoulder.
He nodded. “Hmm. Put yourself across my lap. It’s time for your spanking, Amy.”
She hesitated, looking every which way but at him, at his dark blue eyes that glistened and seemed to turn even more blue when he was aroused.
“Here,” he said, taking her wrist and guiding her toward his right side. “Now lie over my lap and put your hands on the floor.”
Amy looked at his thighs, which were thick with muscle. He was a long-distance biker, it was a hobby of his, and he had powerful arms and legs.
It was awkward moving into position but she reached forward, balancing herself with her hands on his thighs as she laid her belly, and then her chest down, and reached for the floor, stretching herself farther forward. Once she stilled, Cade adjusted her position, setting her even farther forward so that her hips were raised high and her toes just brushed the floor. She was 5′5″ tall and Cade topped her by a foot. The top of her head would have touched the floor but he adjusted her again, pulling her tighter to him.
“Reach back and take your panties down, Amy. I want you to bare your own bottom for your spanking.”
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