* * *
Jake gave her some time to prepare, then went into the study, picked up the cane and climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He opened the door to find her just as he’d asked, naked and bent over the bed. He swallowed, taking in the lines of her body, the curve of her uplifted bottom, round and soft and waiting. His grip on the cane hardened when he met her eyes. Her face was soft, her expression neutral, neither afraid nor anxious.
He came to sit on the edge of the bed and touched her face. “Ten with the cane. No counting. They’ll be hard and fast and we’ll just get this done and over with. All of it, all right?”
This time when she glanced at the cane, there was a momentary flash of anticipation, but then she looked up at him and nodded. “Over and done,” she said. She attempted a smile but it faltered as Jake stood and she looked fully at the cane he held.
They hadn’t used it yet. He had planned on using it only for the most severe punishments. In this instance, even though she had been the one to ask for it, and perhaps because of that, this punishment warranted the cane. She needed it and in a way, even though he had forgiven her, so did he.
She tucked her arms more tightly beneath her and turned her face so she looked straight ahead at the headboard. He moved to stand behind her and to the side, taking in the sight of her, her legs together, hips lifted. She offered herself to him for punishment and in some way, Jake felt a connection to her in that moment he’d not felt before. He loved her, always had, always would. But today, that love somehow went deeper, the bond between them fused more solidly than before.
He set the cane against her bottom and tapped. She stiffened but then relaxed her bottom. He raised the thing and brought it down fast, the sound it made as it traveled through the air filling the room, the space around them. It was the only sound aside from her gasp when the cane struck and he held it there, watching the slight change in color already beginning to form beneath the thing.
He placed it just a hair above the first stroke and tapped again, lifted it and brought it down for the second stroke. She exhaled and a small sound escaped her as she buried her face in the comforter. He didn’t wait, instead, he took his mark and brought it down again where for one moment, the only sound in the room was that of the cane moving through air.
She turned her head a little, bending her knees for a moment, reaching one foot upward to rub against the thigh of the opposite leg. He tapped it with the cane softly and she set it back down. Jake measured the next stroke and brought it down, paused for a moment when she reached back to cover herself, momentarily unable to hold her position.
She glanced at him, her eyes wet, and touched both hands to her bottom.
“Six more, Meg,” he said, waiting. “Do you want to safe word?”
She shook her head and removed her hands, repositioning herself. He tapped the cane against her sit spots and struck once, held there for a moment as she sucked in a breath and shifted her weight from foot to foot, again bending her knees as she absorbed the pain, then straightened, ready for the next.
* * *
Somehow Megan managed to remain in position throughout her punishment. The pain of the cane was worse than anything she’d felt. It stung upon contact, then it seemed to spread beyond the point of impact, and burned deep. The one thing she took some comfort in was her sentence of ten. There was an end and as painful as the process of getting there would be, it was within reach and then it would be truly over.
When she’d offered herself for punishment, she had known she herself needed it. But even more so, even though she knew Jake did not hate her, did not hold anything against her, in a way, he needed it too. They would both remember this day for a long time. She only hoped the events leading up to it would be forgotten as she knew they had been forgiven.
“Ten,” he called out once he’d landed the final stroke.
Megan moved her hands to wipe her face. The tears were caused purely from the pain of the thing and she was glad to have done it, to have asked for and taken her punishment. It was what she owed to them both.
The cane landed on the bed over her head and she turned her face to Jake. He touched her bottom, feeling the welts and she had to flinch with even the lightest of touches. He then turned to meet her eyes and smiled a small smile.
“You ok?” he asked.
She nodded, remaining as she was when he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. He touched her back softly, following her spine from the top of her neck down, softly caressing. When the next time his fingers reached the top of the cleft between her bottom cheeks, he looked at her, holding his hand there, then allowing it to dip lower.
Megan widened her stance, a heat building between her legs. She loved how he looked when he was aroused. His eyes darkened a little, became more shiny, and his whole expression changed.
“Jake,” she whispered when his fingers dipped between her folds.
He stood and stripped off his clothes, then came to lay beside her, turning her to lay on her side. He touched her face, the soft scent of her arousal between them. He then brought his mouth to hers. The kiss was by no means chaste but neither was it erotic. It was entirely different; it was all consuming, not a taking, but simply a consuming. She opened to him, her hand coming to the side of his face as his traveled down over her arm, her waist, the swell of soft hip. His cock pressed against her belly and she reached for it, light fingers just making contact with his chest, his stomach, as they kissed, both with eyes wide open.
When he touched her sex, it was soft and slow and deliberate to start, but as his cock swelled in her hands, his own touch became more urgent and he moved, turning her back onto her stomach so she lay flat against the bed. She lifted her hips and widened her legs when he knelt between them. His hands touching her bottom made her flinch for a moment as he spread her open and pushed into her pussy from behind, bringing his body to lay over hers, his weight on his elbows, his mouth at her neck, her ear, the side of her face. Their breath was soft while he moved inside her and he snaked one hand down her front to cover her clit when his movements came faster, his thrusts deeper, harder. Their breathing shortened as she lifted her hips higher to meet him. She watched when he closed his eyes, nearing the end, feeling the change in rhythm, the slight swelling of his cock inside her before he stilled completely, his hand on her clit pinching hard so even as he came in silence, she called out, pressing her pussy into his hand.
He didn’t pull out of her but instead wrapped an arm around her and drew her to his chest when he came to lie on his side. He held her tight to him, neither speaking, and she wrapped her arm around his, intertwining her fingers with his.
Epilogue
It was true what they said: after holding your baby, the pain of the delivery is somehow forgotten. Megan would have said that was entirely untrue when her own delivery, although two weeks late, had happened within a few hours. She had somehow survived the worst of it and by the time she had arrived at the hospital, she had been too late for the epidural.
She smiled at the memory of that moment now. Jake had been so sweet and she had turned on him with a vengeance in that last hour. He had only held her hand and tried to soothe her when she had hurled profanities at him she didn’t realize she even knew.
“You’re going to be late,” Anna said, drying a full bottle she had warmed up with a towel as she walked into the living room.
Alex made a cooing sound when she saw Anna. At six months old, she recognized not only Megan and Jake but absolutely adored Anna who was like a doting grandmother.
Megan looked at Jake. “She’s right. Hand her over, Jake,” she said, smiling.
Jake was absolutely in love with Alex and she with her dad. He was working long hours as the project was now in its most busy period. Things were going well and they were even slightly ahead of schedule. Everyone was happy with the progress and Jake’s firm was already reaping the benefits of such a large project with so much new work coming
in that he had had to hire additional staff.
Tonight was going to be their first overnight away from the baby. Although reluctant to leave her, both Megan and Jake were looking forward to a night out alone. Gray had organized a dinner in honor of Jake for the hard work he’d been doing. The location was slightly out of town and they had decided to spend the night, needing the time to reconnect after the busy year they’d had.
“All right,” Jake said, handing the baby to Anna after they both kissed her one more time. “Car’s packed and ready. I guess we’ll see you tomorrow Anna. Take good care of her.”
Anna had already settled on the couch and was cooing with the baby as Alex made small gurgling sounds and pulled at Anna’s hair.
Megan shook her head. “I think she’ll be ok,” she said, taking Jake’s hand.
Jake turned to her. “I think you’re right,” he said. “I’m looking forward to having you all to myself for a change.”
“Me too.”
The three said their goodbyes and left.
* * *
During the two-hour drive to the hotel, all they could talk about was the baby, but once inside the hotel room, Jake put their bag down and turned to her.
“Ok, Meg,” he said, pulling her in for a kiss. “Tonight is about us. No more baby talk,” he said, unbuttoning her blouse and stripping her of it between kisses.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, smiling as he pushed her skirt off and she stepped out of it. She reached to tug his shirt over his head.
“I haven’t spanked you in a while,” he said. “I don’t want to lose my touch.”
She only moaned into his kiss when he gripped her bottom and she felt the hardness of his cock from behind his jeans.
“I have been naughty,” she said close to his ear, kissing the side of his face.
“Maybe you need more than just spanking then,” he teased, stripping her of both bra and panties so she stood naked. He stepped back and looked down at her, lifting one heavy breast before leaning down to first lick then tug at her nipple with his teeth.
Megan wrapped her hands around his head, holding him to her as she moaned.
“Bend over the foot of the bed, Meg,” he said, releasing her.
“Do we have time?” she asked, checking her watch.
“Bend over,” he said, taking the plug from out of the bag and holding it up to her.
“We have to be at dinner in half an hour,” she said, more serious this time.
He approached her and gripped one hip. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you until after dinner.”
She opened her mouth and gave him a look. “You wouldn’t make me wear that to dinner?”
He only grinned. “Bend over.”
It took her a moment but she gave him a seductive look and slowly turned, bending over the bed, spreading her legs wide, lifting her ass to him.
“You’re a dirty man, Jake.”
“You have no idea,” he said, opening the tube of lubricant. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me.”
“Jake!”
A playful but hard smack landed on her hip.
“Ouch!”
“Spread them wide.”
She felt her face heat up with embarrassment but found herself entirely turned on at the same time. He’d never asked her to do this before. She reached back, touched her bottom cheeks and slowly pulled them apart. She swallowed as he made her wait like that for a long while and when she glanced back at him, he simply stood smiling, taking his time to rub the lubricant over the large, heavy plug. She’d not worn this particular one before. It was bigger than any they had used until now and she wondered how she would get through the dinner with it inside her.
He approached her, touching his finger to her bottom hole, rubbing some of the lubricant onto it. Megan moaned, lifting to him. “Just so we’re clear,” he whispered, leaning down close to her ear. “You do not have permission to come.”
She turned to look at him. He simply smiled and kept rubbing her bottom hole, slowly pressing one finger inside her. “You’re evil.”
“I know.” He straightened, bringing the tip of the plug to her hole. “Push against me.”
She didn’t need the instruction; she had learned how to take a plug. He teased her all the while, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning until she was mad with arousal and he finally seated the thing, slapping her bottom once to tell her he was finished.
He checked his watch. “Better get dressed, Meg. We’ve got fifteen minutes.”
“I think I hate you right now,” she said.
* * *
Throughout dinner, whenever she would cross her legs, Jake would place a hand on one thigh and force her to keep her legs apart. She was fully aware of the plug the entire evening and wondered if everyone could see the state she was in. When dessert was finally finished, she turned to Jake.
“I’m tired,” she said, smiling. He was still talking to Gray.
“Why don’t you go upstairs then and get ready. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Why don’t you come with me? It’s late.”
Jake leaned in to kiss her, but whispered in her ear instead: “Naked and in the corner.”
She swallowed and he kissed her forehead. “Good night, hon.”
She said goodnight to the remaining guests and went to their room, her sex practically dripping at the thought of what was to come. Once in the room, she quickly stripped off her dress and shoes. She went to the corner and tugged her panties down to just beneath her hips, exposing her bottom and clasped her hands behind her head, very aware all along of the wet heat of her arousal all along her sex, her thighs.
She only hoped he’d hurry. She needed release.
* * *
It was a good half hour before Jake finally opened the bedroom door and walked inside to find his wife just as he wanted. She turned to look over her shoulder, her expression one of utter frustration.
“You took your time!” she said.
He gave her a look and she turned her nose back to the wall.
He stripped off his clothes and went to her, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on one shoulder. “You were beautiful tonight. Your eyes were absolutely glowing, Meg.”
“Do you think everyone knew?” she asked, leaning into him.
“No, no one knew.” He reached one hand down to her pussy. “You’re ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready all night!”
He chuckled and drew his hand over to her clit, pinching it between two fingers before trailing his hand along her wet folds and up to the base of the plug.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass of yours,” he said, twisting the plug a little.
“Jake… I can’t wait any longer.”
“Hands on the wall. A quick spanking first, just to get you nice and pink.”
She did as he said, leaning her bottom out but still standing upright.
“Good girl.” He slapped her bottom several times. It wasn’t hard but she still made some sound. He watched her cheeks bounce each time as they quickly turned a pretty pink. When he was satisfied with the hue, he stopped, sliding his cock into her pussy from behind.
“I want to come!” she begged, still managing to keep her hands on the wall.
“Shh…” he said, moving a little, his thick cock just teasing her. “You ready for me to fuck your ass?” he asked.
She only made a sound when he touched her clit for just a moment then moved to take the base of the plug. “Push.”
He played with it, pulling it out slowly while he walked her backwards to the bed. Once there, he withdrew the plug altogether and bent her over the foot of the bed. He didn’t waste a moment before bringing the head of his cock, slick with her juices, to the entrance of her back hole.
“Jake…” she begged, sliding one hand between her legs.
“You can come, baby,” he said.
S
he did as soon as he said it, even as he was barely inches inside her. She bucked beneath him, the tight passage yielding to him more easily. He would be fucking her hard tonight, it had been too long since he’d had her this way and she felt too good, too tight, too hot.
“Meg,” he managed, gripping her hips, holding her tight. She came again when he began to thrust into her fast.
“Harder!” she begged.
It was all he needed to hear. His thrusts came even harder and it wasn’t long before he seated himself fully inside her, falling over the back of her as he emptied inside her.
* * *
They lay in bed that night facing one another, just looking at each other. Megan kissed him softly and he touched her face.
“Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how this could have happened to me. How you could have happened to me,” she said.
“You’re just an incredibly lucky woman, Meg,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes.
“I have the same with you,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
They stayed like that for a long time, just staring at one another. “She has your eyes, you know,” Megan said. “Exactly.”
“I just hope she gets your nose,” Jake said, smiling.
“I love your nose, but maybe it would be better if she got mine.”
He laughed. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you.”
“I wonder when she’ll grow hair…”
They went on like this for some time and Megan didn’t know if she fell asleep first or if it was Jake. She only knew she was happy, so very happy.
The End
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