“Shh, it will be all right. I know you want to do the right thing.”
She nodded and they remained like this with him holding her tight to his chest until her crying softened so that she only sniffled now and again.
“Almost done,” he said.
“Almost?” she asked, looking up at him.
“You owe your professor an essay and have some work to do for tomorrow, don’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”
“All right,” he said, releasing her and looking around the room. “Go get your notebook and a pen.”
She nodded and went, quickly touching her bottom once. As she did, she realized it and pulled her hand away. While she collected what she needed, he moved a low wooden stool toward the dining room table. She returned carrying her notebook and pen.
“I don’t want to sit down,” she said, looking at it.
“I imagine that,” he said. “Have a seat anyway. From now on, when you come home after a tutoring session and are ready to start on your homework, you’ll spend half an hour standing in the corner with your pants and panties down around your knees just focusing, remembering what happens when you don’t do your work, when you don’t take this seriously. Once the time is up, your bottom will remain bare and you’ll sit on this stool and do your homework. You won’t get up once until it’s finished, no matter what, even if I’m not home to check up on you.”
She glanced at him but lowered her lashes. “Yes, sir.” She gingerly lowered herself onto the seat and he waited while she settled into it.
“Open your notebook to an empty page and write your essay to the professor,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
While she opened her notebook, shifting uncomfortably on the seat all the while, he went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water for her. When he returned, he found her already writing and set the glass down just within reach.
“When you’re finished, let me know and I’ll look it over. I’ll be looking over all your homework from now on.”
She nodded. “I understand, but I’m going to do better, I promise. I won’t let you down again.”
He studied her and knew she was sincere, knew she meant what she said and that it was different this time.
“Then I think this punishment accomplished what it was supposed to. I’ll be in the study if you need anything but you’re not to rise until I’ve given you permission to, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
With that, she turned her attention to her work and Cade went into the study to wait.
Chapter Eight
Amy had a week left before she had to take her exam, and she came home from her session with Professor Brown with her backpack heavier than usual. He was pushing her and she’d meet with him daily this week to ensure she was ready. And she felt good. She felt ready. Her stomach seemed constantly nervous these days and she wished Friday would come and she could get the test over with. The anticipation was the worst.
She first collected the mail, seeing the note that she’d missed a delivery from UPS and that he’d be back soon to try again. She checked her watch. He’d left the note just fifteen minutes ago, which meant he was probably still in the development.
“Crap.” She would be mortified if he happened to look into the house through the long window by the front door and see her standing there with her bottom on display. She wondered if she should just wait for the deliveryman to come but that cut into her time and she needed to get her work done. There weren’t any blinds to close on the narrow window or she would have and she decided she’d take her time in the corner with her pants and panties in place until the deliveryman came and went. Surely Cade would understand.
She stood in the corner as she had been doing ever since the night of her caning—aside from being fully clothed that is. She had felt silly at first, standing like that with her bare bottom to the room, especially with no one there to check up on her, but she had done it every single day. And every single time, her pussy had leaked while she stood there knowing all along what she looked like, knowing that this was punishment and that her husband could demand it of her even without being physically present to ensure she followed through. Each night, Cade would ask her about her corner time and she would report to him. Once the half hour was up and before she started her work, she would masturbate herself to orgasm. She had left that part out of her conversations with Cade though knowing that wasn’t the intent of the sessions, but she was feeling some guilt over it and knew it was a matter of time before she confessed and even asked to be punished.
She remembered how she had worn a skirt the first day, thinking she’d slip the panties off from beneath it and no one would be the wiser if they happened to walk up to her front door, but when Cade had seen her that morning, he had told her to change her clothes. He wanted her to feel fully exposed and vulnerable, to know through every moment of her punishment that it was just that, punishment.
Amy shut her eyes and listened to the minutes tick by, feeling guilty about still being fully dressed. Perhaps she should have just waited for the deliveryman to come first after all. She had a sinking feeling in her belly and the idea that she was disobeying her husband ate at her. But when she heard the garage door open, the only thought she had was that she’d been caught.
Panicked, she fumbled with the zipper on her jeans but was all thumbs as she tried to undo it. She’d just managed to get it unzipped and was pushing them down over her hips when she heard Cade open the kitchen door and step inside. Her heart racing, her mouth suddenly dry, she turned to meet his gaze, knowing she looked as guilty as she felt.
Cade’s smile quickly faded when he stopped and took in the situation, understanding the look on his wife’s face as she stood desperately trying to push her jeans down.
“Care to explain yourself?” he asked, setting his bag down.
“There was a note that the UPS man was in the neighborhood and that he’d be back to deliver something and I…” she said quickly.
“Go on.”
“I thought I should…” Her speech slowed. “That I could take corner time dressed.”
“Hmm. Corner time is always with a bare bottom. I thought that was clear.”
“I…”
“But what were you about to do?”
She stared at him.
“What were you about to do, Amy?”
She considered her husband, knowing he knew her intent perfectly. Knowing she knew that he knew. She dropped her guilty gaze to her feet when she answered him. “I was going to take my jeans and panties down now so you wouldn’t know what I’d done.” She was going to be spanked, she knew that much, but she still remembered too clearly what would happen if she lied to him again. She’d never had an enema before and didn’t want to have one administered by her husband now.
“Go get the paddle. We’ll just address this right here, right now.”
“Cade, I’m sorry. I just…”
“Paddle, Amy. Quick, before I change my mind and ask for the cane. I’m guessing you don’t want that, do you?”
She shook her head. “No, sir.” With her jeans halfway down her butt, she went into the study where he kept his quickly growing stash of implements. She found the wooden paddle, the same one he’d used on her some weeks back, and brought it back into the living room to find Cade with his jacket off and just rolling up his shirtsleeve. Something about seeing her husband like this somehow, always, did a number on her. As much as she dreaded what was about to happen, it also turned her on like nothing else and she realized in that moment that she, in a way, loved this. Loved this new dynamic between them. The paddling she had coming she wasn’t looking forward to. It would hurt and while it was being delivered, all she would be able to focus on would be the pain, but once the paddling was over, the burn on her bottom would turn into something else. The humiliation of offering her bottom to her husband to punish, the thought of it, the image of herself as she submit
ted, everything combined led to some of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had and she wanted this. She wanted him to punish her. She wanted him, no, needed him, not only to be her husband but also her disciplinarian.
Cade took the paddle from her outstretched hand.
“Thank you. How many minutes did you spend in the corner?” he asked.
“Just five or so, not so long.”
“Ok, then you’ll take two paddle strokes for each minute for a total of ten. Pull your pants down, turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles.”
“Yes, sir.”
Amy moved, taking her jeans down as she turned her back to him, which also meant she turned her back to the front door, but she didn’t care nearly as much about being discovered now that she was about to be spanked. Wrapping her hands around her ankles, she waited, bracing herself for her paddling.
Cade didn’t waste any time. Instead, he pushed her t-shirt higher up her back, checked the last of the fading marks the cane had left, and lined the paddle up against her bottom.
“I trust you to do as you’re told when I’m not here,” he said, striking.
“Ow!” Amy cried out, stumbling forward. He had struck hard; there would be no warm-up today.
“How can I trust you if I keep catching you trying to skirt around the rules like this?” Another stroke of the paddle had her call out.
“I’m sorry, sir!”
“Have you been standing in the corner like you were told to this week or were you lying to me when I asked you about it? Have you been lying to me every night this week, Amy?”
He struck again and she cried out. “No. I haven’t lied, I promise. I just…” Another stroke of the paddle had her unable to speak for a minute as the burn settled in, seeming to spread across the entirety of her ass. “It was just… I didn’t know what I should do. I was… owwww!”
Cade supported her now with a hand at her side holding her body to his thigh as he struck.
“If you were unsure, why didn’t you call me?” he asked, holding her in place.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking, I was… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to mislead you, I promise,” she said, weeping now. “I really am sorry,” she said, covering her face with her hands. “I keep screwing up.”
* * *
Cade looked at his wife still bent before him, taking her punishment, completely distraught over what she’d done.
“I just keep screwing up,” she said again as he lifted her to stand, holding the paddle in his one hand and her with the other. “I’m so stupid.”
“Oh, Christ, Amy,” he said, hugging her tight to him. “You’re not stupid, not even close.”
“Then why can’t I just do this? Look at me, Cade,” she said, her big eyes red from crying as she stared up at him. “Look at me. I can’t finish a stupid class, one last class and I keep failing. I’m finally starting to get somewhere, to feel like I can do this and be done with it already but every single time, something comes up and I make the wrong decision. The last time it was my sister and today it’s the stupid deliveryman. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I can’t just…” Time passed as Amy seemed to consider her words.
“You can’t just what?” he asked.
“You deserve so much better than me, Cade.”
“I can only hope to deserve you at all,” Cade said, his voice quiet. “I love you, Amy. I love every single thing about you. I especially love that you trust me so very much.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, quieting as he sat her on the sofa, remaining close enough that they were touching the whole time.
“I know you’ll make mistakes, nobody’s perfect, including me.”
He could see she was listening intently now, her eyes wide, taking in his every word.
“You trust me, that’s why you agreed to this, to what we’re doing,” he said. “I don’t take that responsibility lightly. I’m not keeping track of your mistakes, why are you?”
She shrugged, her eyes searching his as if trying to, wanting desperately to believe him. “Because I keep making them.”
“But you also keep learning from them. Look at this week, look at the work you’ve done. Professor Brown called to tell me how proud of you he was, how you’ve turned things around this week. He thinks you’re going to ace this exam, you know that?”
“He said that?”
Cade nodded. It was nice to see her like this and in a way, every time a situation came up where he praised her, she got this look in her eye, like she too was proud of herself, like for the first time in her life, someone saw her worth and in turn, she saw it herself.
Just as he pulled her in for a tight hug, he heard the truck pull up outside. The delivery.
“Did you order something?” he asked.
She shook her head as he stood, her hands going to cover her sex as the doorbell rang.
“It’s ok, stay seated and he won’t see you. I’ll just go sign for the package.”
“Ok.”
Cade went to open the door, waiting impatiently while the deliveryman keyed in what he needed. He stepped outside to make sure he didn’t get a peek at his half-naked wife and signed for the large box, checking the label. Nordstrom. He shook his head, having some idea who had sent it.
After thanking the man, he came back inside and locked the door behind him.
“What is it?” Amy asked, rising as he set the box aside.
“Nothing important. We’ll look at it later.”
Amy picked up the paddle from where he’d left it on the couch and handed it to him. “I have six more coming,” she said to him, holding it out, her expression expectant.
“No, you don’t. We can stop.”
But she shook her head. “I want them, Cade. I deserve them. I don’t ever want to lie to you and I didn’t even think about it, it’s like I didn’t even realize that was what I’d be doing.”
Cade studied her, her eyes were wide, looking up at him, to him. He shook his head and took her by the arms, guiding her to climb up onto the sofa so she was kneeling, facing the back.
“Let’s take these off,” he said, pulling her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. “And this,” he said, pulling her tank top off before stripping her of her bra as well. While she knelt with her back to him, he reached for her breasts, rubbing the full mounds in his palms before bringing his fingers to her nipples, twisting the hardened pebbles in his hands.
When he reached his face down to kiss her neck, she leaned her back into him and closed her eyes.
“You should grow a beard,” she murmured, obviously liking the rough five o’clock shadow as it rubbed against her cheek.
“You know what I want to do right now?” he asked, pushing her forward so her torso leaned against the back of the couch.
“Mmm… what?” she asked when he took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking a little, biting a little more.
His hands meanwhile traveled across down her back and over her waist to grip her hips, fingers moving over her bottom toward the cleft between her cheeks.
“I’d like to fuck my wife,” he said, his fingers finding her dripping cunt, sliding into her tight passage once, twice, before moving forward toward her clit and rubbing the hard nub for a while until she was practically whimpering. “I’d like to fuck my pretty little wife,” he said, his mouth so close to her ear that every sound, even though a whisper, raised the hairs on the back of her neck. His fingers slid up along her cleft and, slick with her juices, found her virgin back hole. “I’d like to fuck my wife’s tight little ass,” he said, circling it with two fingers while his other hand worked her clit.
Amy moaned as he rubbed, pushing her bottom back into his hand. Cade brought his mouth to her shoulder, biting it just hard enough to call a cry from her lips but not so hard that she shifted her position. He moved lower, glad to see she kept her arms on the back of the couch as he moved down along her back, leaving a trail of damp, hot kisses all a
long her spine, and when he reached her bottom, with his tongue he licked her, sliding it down between her cheeks toward her pussy and back, licking every inch of her until she was calling out, begging him to fuck her, to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
With one hand, Cade unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and yanked it off over his head before returning his attention to his wife’s bottom. He circled her back hole, pressing his tongue against it. All while Amy moaned softly, panting a little.
“Stay just like that,” he said, rising. “Keep your ass just like that.” He went quickly into the bedroom to retrieve the lubricant and returned to find her just as he’d left her, her paddled ass lifted high, displayed, offered just for him. “God, I like you like this,” he said, stripping off his pants so he stood naked behind her. He opened the lubricant and poured a generous amount onto his palm before massaging his cock with it, all while Amy watched him from over her shoulder, arching her back to lift herself higher to him as his cock grew harder and thicker in his palm.
“Fuck me, Cade,” she said.
He poured a generous amount of lube onto her low back and watched it drip down her cleft toward her asshole. He smeared the rest of it down and began to circle again as she closed her eyes with pleasure.
“Look at me, Amy. I want to watch your face while I fuck your ass.”
She only moaned and opened her eyes as he slid one slick finger into her tight passage, moving slowly, fucking her with his finger until she was ready for a second one. With his other hand, he found her clit and began to rub.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, pulling his fingers out and bringing the thick head of his cock to her asshole, looking down at it, imagining how tight it would feel around him.
“Please fuck me,” she begged, pushing her bottom to him. “Hurry.”
“Just keep your eyes on me,” he said, gripping her hips with both hands now and pulling her cheeks farther apart.
Her eyes widened and she flinched in pain as he pushed slowly into her virgin back hole, knowing he’d have to go slowly even though all he wanted to do was fuck her ass hard, as hard as he fucked her pussy. But it was her first time and he didn’t want to hurt her.
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