by PT Winters
"Jane, I'm very disappointed in you." He told her. She tried to shift, to roll off of his lap to face him, but he stopped her, holding her in place.
Still across his lap, with her bottom bare, she awkwardly tried to talk to him. "But I told I couldn't stop it. You're the one… I mean your fingers..."
"Jane, you were being punished and I was being nice, I was encouraging you like Greg did for Andrea and you took advantage of that!"
"But, you made me... I mean, if you..." She struggled to explain herself.
"I don't recall Andrea losing control with Greg when they were here, and Greg was doing the very same thing I was doing." Michael told her.
"But she didn't, I mean he didn't make her..." Jane let the sentence trail off, not wanting to say the words. Michael, knowing this, waited patiently. Realizing he wanted her to explain herself, she finally whispered, "...she didn't orgasm."
"No she didn't. She had self control. Unlike you who has made a mess of my pants with your fluids."
"Oh no." She was horribly embarrassed by the way he said fluids, as if it was evidence of her failure to control herself. "I'm so sorry. Let me clean it up for you."
Again she tried to get up and again he stopped her.
"Jane, you still have at least two more spanks coming." He told her.
"I do? I mean, I thought..."
"Probably more, given you didn't listen to me and you've made a mess."
"But...you're right, I'm sorry Michael." She relented. "Please, finish my spanking and then, then I'll be a good wife for you."
His cock ached as she said that, knowing it was her way of offering fellatio.
"Excellent. Maybe two more spanks are all you need after all." Michael rubbed her bottom a bit more, and lightly spanked each cheek.
Jane's bum was bright red, and even the light taps stung after how hard he had been hitting her. But it was a far more enjoyable sting, though she found it strange that she was enjoying it.
She slid to the floor, between his legs and reached up to his fly. "I'm sorry I was being a bad wife."
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. "And thank you for letting me be a good wife now."
She told him, as she lowered her head and took the tip of his cock between her lips.
"Oh Jane." He moaned as they locked eyes. Jane slide down, taking much of cock inside her mouth, before sliding back up, her lips forming a seal around his shaft as she sucked.
After all the exciting of spanking Jane, and the continual rubbing of his crotch while she laid across his lap, Michael knew he wasn't going to last long. He reached down and grabbed hold her head by her black hair and began thrusting hard.
Jane struggled to take his cock, gagging slightly as his dick forced its way in and out of her mouth repeatedly.
"Be a good wife, be a good wife and take it all." He yelled, warning her of his impending release.
She moaned in agreement, unable to speak as her throat was full of his cock.
Michael held her head tightly as he exploded into her and cried out "Good wife!"
As Jane swallowed, he rocked his cock back and forth 4 more times, "Such. A. Good. Wife."
He released her head, and as she stood back up, he said, "I hope this means you've learned your lesson."
"Yes dear," she assured him. "I promise, no more procrastinating my duties."
Jane excused herself to the bathroom to clean up. As she did ago, she lifted her skirt up and looked at her bum in the mirror. It was bright red and ached. Even the soft material of the straps from her garter were uncomfortable against her skin. She knew she was going to have trouble sitting the next day, but was more troubled by the thought that she had actually enjoyed some of the spanking. Was she turning into a pervert?
Confessions at the Gala
The next evening was the neighbourhood watch fundraiser gala. In actuality, it was a banquet dinner at the community centre, but when the ladies formed a committee to raise some money for the neighbourhood watch program, Donna Baxter insisted it be called a gala. She tended to insist on a lot of things.
At 35, she was one of the older ladies on the committee, but still a very striking woman. She tended to act like she was an elder of some sort, whose advice and opinion somehow meant more than anyone else's. The other ladies tended to agree with her more often than not because it really wasn't worth the argument. Donna thought she knew everything about just about everything and would argue for hours until she got her way, which was usually whatever was trendy at the moment.
So the ladies held their “gala”, and agreed to work as the staff for the event to keep the costs down. Jane was helping Barbara Anderson clean the dinner plates off the tables as Donna and some of the other wives brought out the dessert trays.
"You've been on your feet all day, why don't you sit down and have a bite to eat?" Barbara asked Jane.
"That's okay." Jane continued to pick up plates and pile them into a bin.
"No really, take a break. I haven't seen you sit since we got here to set up this morning." Barbara tried to insist
"I..." Jane looked around, she could see Donna within ear shot and didn't want her hearing what she was about to say.
Donna was friendly enough to talk to, but she was a bit of a gossip, always trying to know everything people were doing and outdo them. She was the living embodiment of the phrase "Keeping up with the Joneses", while being completely oblivious to the fact that everyone knew she dyed her hair blonde. The last thing Jane needed was for Donna Baxter to overhear her and have word to get around why she was unable to sit down.
In fact Jane knew she shouldn't say anything at all, but she still hadn’t spoken to Andrea, her usual confidant, and was dying to talk to someone about the confusing mix of feeling she had about last night. On one hand she was embarrassed at having been spanked, on the other hand she had had the best orgasm of her life. She had a lot to sort out and needed a sounding board.
Jane signalled Barbara to follow her, as she picked up her half full bin of dirty plates and carried it into the large kitchen.
Once through the doors, and after confirming the room was empty, Jane confessed to her friend.
"I can't sit down. My backside is, well it's too tender. Please don't tell anyone, but… Michael spanked me last night." Jane wasn't sure what reaction from Barbara she had been expecting, but indifference was certainly not it.
"And...?" Barbara asked.
"And? He spanked me so hard my bottom is still red." Jane lifted the back of her skirt to show her friend her bum. It was still pink, a stark contrast to the black stockings and garters she was wearing.
"I was so sensitive, I couldn't even put panties on this morning!”
"Oh my. That's too hard.” Barbara reach out and touched one of Jane’s pink cheeks. Jane flinched, as much from surprise as from discomfort.
“Freddy makes sure he's never that rough with me." Barbara said causally.
"Freddy spanks you?" Jane was shocked. First Andrea, now Barbara. Were spankings a regular part of marriage too?She hadn't know about fellatio until recently, so the idea that she was being caught so unaware again was upsetting.
"Of course. I mean, not often, just when I need "a bit of a correction" as he likes to say."
"And you don't mind?" Jane inquired.
"I objected at first, of course." Barbara explained. "But once I realized it was for my own good, I began to accept it. Of course the orgasms he gives me after the spankings certainly help."
"You...you orgasm from spankings?" Jane asked hesitantly.
"Well, it more the spankings turn me on, and then Freddy takes care of me." Barbara told her friend. "Sometimes, I even ask Freddy to spank me for no reason at all!"
"Oh thank goodness, I thought I was turning into some sort of a pervert. I have never felt like I did last night." Barbara could her the relief in Jane's voice. It was nice to be able to speak to a friend about such things. Maybe if she had done so sooner, she would have known about he
r wifely duties sooner. Although, part of her was thankful she had gotten away without having to do them for as long as she had.
"The only part I really object to is the obedience corner. I hate that." Barbara continued.
"What's an obedience corner?" Jane asked. The amount of things she apparently didn't know about being married was disconcerting and she was determined to try to put aside her embarrassment about talking about such things and just ask.
"Wait, are you saying last night the first time you've been spanked? Okay, this is starting to make sense. Michael is going to need to learn to control himself better, Freddy was the same way the first few times with me. Men get so excited in the moment sometimes, I couldn't sit for a couple of days after our honeymoon."
"What is this obedience corner though?" Jane pressed.
"Well..." It was Barbara's turn to look around this time. "When I've misbehaved but before the spanking, Freddy makes make stand in the corner, completely naked, to think about what I did."
"Oh my!" Jane gasped.
"That part is not too bad, it's the walk from the corner to the couch where he is sitting that I hate. He makes me walk across the room so slowly, and always leaves the blinds open. With our big bay windows, I'm always afraid a neighbour is going to see me!"
"I can't even imagine!"
"I can." Barbara whispered, "The Williams boy, Billy, was home from college and I think he may have seen something about a month ago." Barbara confessed. "Freddy had him over to help fix our back fence, and the boy couldn't look me in the eye at all!”
Jane began to grow concerned that Michael would make her do the same. She couldn't imagine what she would do if her next door neighbour Sam ever saw her in the buff. She recalled how she once almost exposed her chest to him. The memory of how close her neighbor had come to seeing her bare breasts dripping with Michael's spunk made her blush.
"Oh dear. I'm glad our husbands don't talk much, I'd hate for Freddy to put that into Michael's head." Jane told her friend. "Bad enough Greg introduced him to spankings."
"Can I ask why he was spanking you?" Barbara inquired.
"Well, it was a combination of avoiding him all week and always procrastinating my wifely duties." Jane admitted. "I tend to leave my fellatio duty until the end of the week."
"Fellatio?" Barbara asked.
"You know, when..." Jane begin to whisper, still embarrassed to say such things aloud. "When he puts his, his penis in your mouth."
"I've never heard it called that before! Fellatio...fellatio." Barbara tried the new word out. "Sounds like a type of pasta."
The woman giggled.
"Lord knows Michael like to feed it to me enough!" Jane said, causing the giggling to turn to laughter.
"Can I tell you something? I kind of like it." Barbara confessed. "Having my man take such control of the situation, it's such a turn on. And the things he says to me in the heat of the moment...let's just say it's nothing as sophisticated as the word fellatio."
"Can I ask you a question I been wondering about? When Freddy um, finishes...do you swallow it?"
"Not always, I don't particularly like to but spitting it out seems so unladylike." Barbara confessed.
Jane had had that very same thought the first time she had ever gone down on her husband. She was feeling much better about things. It was nice to have a friend she could talk to about these sorts of things. Normally that would be her cousin Andrea, but they hadn't spoken since Jane has witnessed her being spanked by her husband. Jane was worried that weird event was going to push Andrea away, and was delighted to find another soul she could open up to.
Outside the kitchen door stood Donna. She had seen the two women headed to the kitchen with half filled bins and immediately knew something was up, so she headed over to eavesdrop. She was shocked to hear these women talk about getting spanked and performing fellatio. And doing it weekly!
Surely the other wives didn't do such things! She was going to have to speak to her husband about this. Donna was taken off guard when the door swung open and Jane walked out, carrying an empty bin.
The two women looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. Donna afraid that she had been caught eavesdropping, Jane fearing she had been overheard. Neither said anything as Jane continued on to a table, and then began to clear it. Donna entered the kitchen trying to appear as if she had a reason to be there, luckily it was empty, although where Barbara had gone, she wasn't sure.
Barbara had taken a crate of the dirty dishes out to the alley behind the kitchen, and loaded into the caterer’s van. As she turned back to kitchen door, she jumped at the large man suddenly standing there.
“OH MY GOD.” She hit the man across the chest playfully. “Freddy, you scared me half to death!”
“Sorry sweetie. Just saw you from the end of the alley thought I’d lend you a hand.” Her husband told her. “What are you doing lifting dirty dishes for anyway? It’s my job.”
“Oh, just needed some fresh air. that and...” Barbara looked around quickly. “Well, Jane admitted that Michael spanked her so hard she can’t sit down.”
Freddy laughed. “Did she tell you what she did?”
“Well, it seems it was the first time he had ever done it. I guess she wasn’t taking care of him properly.” she explained. “She is so sweet but so innocent.”
“Not like you huh?” Freddy grabbed her wrists and pulled her close. The couple kissed passionately. “You’re not so innocent are you?”
“Not at all.” Barbara leaned in and whispered into his ear “You know I’m your dirty girl.”
“Yes. Yes you are.” he took her and kissed her again. “Is that why you needed fresh air? The thought of somebody get spanked got you going?” he punctuated his question with a firm swat to her bottom.
“Now, now. Let’s save some of this for when we get home.’ She told him, as she pulled away.
Freddy pulled her back, again by the wrists.
“What if I can’t wait?” He challenged her. She smiled, he was often making such suggestions. It was exciting to think about, but she wasn’t actually about to do anything more out in public like this.
“Why don’t we finish up, so we can leave a bit early?” she countered.
“Why don’t you be my dirty girl, right now?” he replied. She realized he wasn’t being playful, he was being dead serious.
“Freddy, we can’t. I mean, if anyone…” He cut her off.
“I’ve been out here 20 minutes and you’re the only person I’ve seen.”
“No, Freddy, I… no.” she tried to politely decline as she pulled her arms free.
“Sweetie. Didn’t you just say you were my dirty girl? And didn't you just imply Jane was naive for not taking care of her husband?” Freddy began to undo his zipper.
“Honey, no. I’ll...i’ll take care of you at home.” she tried to tell him.
“But I want my dirty girl to take care of me here. Right now.” he told her as he pulled out his stiff cock. “See what you’ve done? I need my dirty girl to take of me.”
Barbara looked up and down the alley, petrified someone would see Freddy standing there with his dick out.
“Now, did you or did you not just say you were my dirty girl?” he asked her.
“I...I did.” she reluctantly agreed.
“And what do dirty girls do with cocks?” he asked her, not for the first time.
“Freddy, please....”
“What do they do?”
“They put them in their mouths.” She said flatly. It was the response she knew he was looking for.
It was part of the fun the two had in their bedroom, he'd ask her specific questions and she would give him appropriate answers. Whenever he asked about dirty girls she knew he wanted her to suck him, if he talked about naughty girls, she was going to get spanked. It was a long standing thing between them, but he hadn’t ever been so brazen out in public before.
“Barbara,” Freddy put his hands on her shoulders. “I need y
ou to be a dirty girl for me. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?”
“I...I don’t…” She looked around again, still no one. Barbara felt some pressure on her shoulders as Freddie began to press down on her slightly. She wanted to resist but instead began to lower herself into a squatting position. When her face was level with his cock he moved his hands to her head.
“Go on.” he told her.
“Freddy, I really don’t think…” he cut her off again, this time by sticking his cock into her open mouth.
“Oh that’s it. That’s my dirty girl.” he moaned.
