“What schoolwork, silly? I’m not going to school yet.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?” Whitney’s face lit up, her guilt forgotten. She loved surprises.
“I got you into school.”
“Huh? You couldn’t have. It’s too late.”
“Apparently it helps to have friends in high places.”
“Who? Who do you have in high places?”
“Doesn’t matter, nosy. What matters is that you’ll be able to start school next week like we planned.
“I don’t believe you. You’re just playing.”
“I’m serious.”
“Then tell me how this happened.”
“Ok. It was my mom. She wanted to help. It just so happens that she knows the lady in charge of admissions from church. She happened to mention what happened and asked her very nicely if there wasn’t any hope of you being able to enroll for this semester.”
“She did all that for me?” Whitney was touched. She knew Grace had warmed to her a little, but she didn’t think she would really go out of her way for her. “That’s really sweet.”
“She’s a nice lady.”
“Yes, she is.”
“I’ll do it,” Whitney said as Tyler tried to help her clear the table.
“I don’t mind helping.”
“I know, but I’d kind of feel better if I did it.”
Tyler frowned at the flat tone of her voice. “Of course, you know that not having the laundry folded and put away is going to come with consequences, don’t you?”
Whitney looked up from her plate. “But you said…”
“I said that I didn’t mind that you didn’t have time to cook dinner,” Tyler said, struggling to keep his face straight.
“Ok,” Whitney said carefully.
Tyler broke into an evil grin. “I think we should take care of that right now. Don’t you?”
“Maybe,” Whitney smiled. “I have been VERY bad.”
“Uh huh.” He picked up the laundry basket by the door and carried it into the bedroom.
“You want to fold laundry?” Whitney asked, confused.
“No, I want YOU to fold laundry. I want to watch.”
“Ok. I think.” She went to pull an item out to start folding and he stopped her.
“Not like that. Arms up.” He slowly pulled her T-shirt over her head and threw it into the hamper.
“You want me topless?”
“Of course not. I want you naked,” he chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her to unclasp her bra, kissing her deeply while he wrestled blindly with the hooks. The disentangled item followed her shirt.
Whitney went to undo her jeans, but Tyler caught her hands and shook his head.
“I’m getting there. Patience.” He ran his fingers down over her breasts, parted so they went around the nipples that were pearled and waiting for some attention.
Just when Whitney thought he was going to bypass them altogether, he pinched them gently, taking first one and then the other into his mouth.
She pressed herself into him, trying to get closer.
This time he did undo the button and slowly slid down the zipper, stopping short of actually taking them down. Instead he slipped his hand in past the denim and into the lacy top of her panties.
“Tyler,” she said, huskily savoring the delicious tingles as her husband worked his way into her wet slit.
“Ooh, you’re wet already. We better get on with the laundry.”
“Are you joking?”
“Would I joke about a serious thing like that?” he said, retrieving his hand and tugging her jeans to her ankles.
She stepped out of them, a little irritated with the game he was obviously playing.
“I think I’ll let you wear those.” he said. “They’re very pretty.”
“Oh, thank you, kind Sir.”
“Oh, now that I like. Never let it be said that I don’t reward good behavior. You can forget the laundry.” Before she could say anything, he sat on the bed and pulled her over his knee.
“Yes, these are very nice,” he said, smoothing the material over her bottom. He traced his finger marks delicately and then bent down to kiss each cheek. “Lift up. I want to feel you.”
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Whitney lifted her hips, sighing when the fingers from one hand dipped into her wet entrance and then started the slow circles that she loved. She leaned onto the pillows that Tyler dragged across the bed for her and closed her eyes. She knew he was going to spank her, but she also knew he wasn’t punishing her. It still jangled her nerves waiting for that first spank. When it finally fell, it was like a whisper on top of her dainty underwear. Actually it was like LOTS of whispers all joined together as he spanked her rapidly without any sting at all. Her clit was swelling in his other hand, sparking with little electric shocks. Then the spanking hand stopped and fingernails scraped softly from her shoulder down to her bottom, gathering her lacy panties as he went on pulling them until they were at her knees.
“Such a pretty bottom.” He rubbed each cheek vigorously. “Are you ready for your spanking?” he asked.
“Um, yes,” Whitney said. Not really sure that she was. No point arguing though with her bottom bared and his hand poised. She wanted to keep this spanking nice.
“Good girl,” he said, bringing his hand down with a stingy smack. “Your bottom is so white. I love to see it turning to a pretty shade of pink.”
“I like pink; not so keen on the red.”
He chuckled and started spanking enthusiastically, all the while teasing her clit.
As the spanking got harder, Whitney panted. Partly from her rapidly heating bottom and partly because she was getting close. When she started to squirm, he moved his fingers, dipping into her deeply. “Please, Honey, please,” she begged.
“What’s the magic word?” he asked, stilling his fingers while he waited for his answer.
“Tyler,” Whitney squeaked.
“Nope. I don’t think that’s it.”
“Sir. Please, Sir,” she blurted.
A smile split across his face and he gave in to her wish, fondling her with one hand and spanking her with the other. When her body stiffened, he whispered, “Come for me, baby.”
Whitney lay limply across her husband’s knees, enjoying Tyler’s gentle rubbing of her back and bottom. “That was…”
“Nice?”
“Better than nice,” she breathed as she slowly stood up. “Your turn.”
Whitney tore his T-shirt over his head and then pushed him back on the bed.
When she grabbed the band of his tented sweats, Tyler lifted his body to help her and then pushed himself right back onto the bed. Whitney smirked naughtily as she stood there naked, taking her time while she admired his glorious cock. She raised her eyes to meet his, not moving her gaze as she crawled up the bed slowly and wrapped her hand around him, licking the tip, running her tongue all around before finally taking him into her mouth with a satisfied moan.
* * *
“Still not asleep?” Tyler asked as he drew circles on Whitney’s back as she cuddled into his chest.
“No.”
“Are you sore?”
“No, a little stingy, maybe.”
“Turn over.”
Whitney did as he asked and snuggled into her pillow, relishing the feel of his hand as it skimmed over her bottom. “That feels nice.”
“Yes, it does,” Tyler said, smoothing his hand over the pink flesh. “Your bottom is so soft.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing,” Whitney mumbled into the pillow.
“Oh, it’s a nice thing,” he said, cuddling into her side.
She turned back to him with a grin. “I’d ask you if that’s a gun in your pocket, but you aren’t wearing anything.”
“I’m always pleased to see you, Honey.” he said.
“So I see.” She straddled him eagerly, poising just above his straining hard
-on. “I’m always pleased to see you too.” She sunk down onto him with a sigh. God, she was so lucky to have run into this man. In such a short time he’d become her everything and her life was close to perfect.
Epilogue
Whitney strained to open her eyes when the alarm buzzed again annoyingly. She’d already rolled over to Tyler’s side of the bed and hit the snooze button several times. He liked to keep it there so she’d have to consciously wake up in order to turn it off and hence not be late for school. She wasn’t late for school often. It was several months though since they’d moved in and it was winter. When it was cold and miserable out, it was nice to snuggle under the covers and just pretend it wasn’t Monday. Monday was the worst and the hardest day to get out of bed. “Oh, shut up!” she said to the clock, rolling across the bed and this time pulling the plug from the wall socket. Just ten more minutes.
* * *
Her urgent need for the bathroom finally dragged Whitney into consciousness and this time her eyes sprung open. “Shit,” she said when she realized it was lighter outside than it should have been. She jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
She was not a happy camper as she rushed through her morning ministrations. She finally ended up in a hot shower, hoping the soothing hot water would wash away her mood. She wasn’t cranky, really, she was just in a can’t-be-bothered mood. If she had any other husband but the one she had, she probably would have just blown off school altogether and stayed home. Tyler was NOT any other husband and blowing off school was not an option. She could only imagine what he would do if he found out she hadn’t gone and she didn’t have a good reason.
By rights she should have been out of the shower and getting dressed already. Especially considering it was after eleven and she’d missed her first class. But it was so warm and relaxing standing under the hot spray. There were also tormenting ideas floating through her mind of what Tyler might do if finding out was a reality. Luckily it could stay a fantasy. He had been really busy at work on a new project and had worked late several nights, so there was no chance of him making good on his threat of the spanking ruler.
The spanking ruler had been purchased on another impromptu shopping trip after he found an assignment she’d put very little effort into stuffed into one of her desk drawers. He’d been looking for a stapler and come across the paper adorned with a big red D. She squirmed as she remembered him spanking her hard with his hand and then with her hairbrush. After a long lecture, they’d gone shopping for the ruler. He’d made it abundantly clear that that ruler was what she’d be feeling on her bare bottom anytime she didn’t take school seriously.
She closed her eyes and she could see Tyler standing before her with the ruler in his hand, slapping it against his palm as he told her sternly what he was going to do. He’d tell her how naughty she’d been and how he was going to bare her bottom for a paddling. Her hand slid over her breasts and down her body, slipping between her legs. As her mind drifted to Tyler dressed smartly in his suit, stripping the clothes from her body in readiness, she parted her pussy lips…
“Whitney Jackson!” Tyler said, bursting through the door.
Whitney managed to retrieve her hand just before Tyler opened the steamy screen and turned off the water. “Um, I kind of slept in.”
“That’ll happen, Whit, when you pull the clock out of the wall.”
“Oh, you saw that.”
“Yes, I saw that.”
“I thought you were at work.”
“So you don’t think you have to be responsible and go to school if I’m at work?”
“No. That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that I was surprised that you’re here at this time of the day.”
Tired of talking, Tyler clutched his errant wife firmly by the arm, pulled her out of the shower stall, and bent her over the counter.
“I can explain!” Whitney tried futilely, knowing full well that she couldn’t. She tried to wiggle out of the firing line, but there was no way, Tyler had her held firm. She screamed when his hand fell onto her still wet bottom. It hurt a lot and the sound rang in her ears. The acoustics in the bathroom weren’t just great for singing.
“Do you know how I know you weren’t at school for your morning class?” he said, cracking his hand across each already pink cheek several times.
“No…oh…” Whitney said through broken breaths. It was hard to breathe, wiggle, and listen at the same time. She couldn’t think.
“I was going to take you to lunch,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard whack. “Imagine my surprise when I took off work early, planning a long lunch, and then arrived to find that you didn’t go today.”
“I was going!” Whitney wailed.
“You missed a class.” He landed several more stinging blows and then stopped.
“I’m sorry,” she sniveled.
“You know what this means.”
“No, please,” she whined, fear of the yet to be experienced ruler bringing a fresh crop of tears to her eyes. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“You’ll do anything I ask and you’re getting a spanking with the ruler.”
“Nooo.” She tried to hang onto the door like a two-year-old as he towed her towards their room, but Tyler just undid her fingers and then set her moving with a heavy-handed smack.
“Go and bend over your desk now,” Tyler said sternly, his face mirroring his disappointment.
Whitney’s face was flushed with embarrassment at her performance and she hurried to do as she was asked, bending over her desk without another word.
Tyler picked up the dreaded heavy-duty wooden ruler. “It really saddens me that I have to use this, Whit, but you know by now that when I say something, I mean it.”
Whitney nodded sadly and took a big breath waiting for the first blow. When it landed, the only sound she made was a strangled breath that she tried to suck in while her lungs were still full.
Tyler spanked from one cheek to another firmly, making sure to cover each cheek entirely before he placed the ruler back in its spot. “You’re all done,” he said, helping her to stand.
“I’m sorry and I’m sorry I was a baby.”
“You’re forgiven,” Tyler said, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. “But no more missing school, naughty girl.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now get some clothes on and we’ll go to lunch.”
* * *
An hour later he dropped her off at school. As usual he got out, opened her door, and waited for her to step out so he could kiss her goodbye.
“I love you, baby.” she said, kissing him sweetly.
“I love you too.” He pulled her into a tight hug and then released her, turning her to face the direction he wanted her to go and sending her off with a smack on her bottom.
The End
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