by Corey, PK
Hal moved over and pulled her to him. “Don’t be scared, honey. You know I love you. We’re here because we know this works. We’ve done it before. It might not be easy. But I’m planning on us starting over. I want to try something that used to work for us. Let’s jump back into this fully. Do you remember our ‘total immersion’ weekends? Today and tomorrow everything I say goes.”
Chapter 7
Total immersion. Susan’s eyes widened at those words. In their early marriage, this had happened three or four times a year, whenever Hal thought she had gotten way out of line. It was usually a weekend of total control on his part. He gave orders and expected them to be carried out correctly and at once. Punishment was swift and painful for not obeying. It wasn’t the way they lived most of the time, but it certainly got her back in line quickly. And when those weekends were over, Susan and Hal were at their happiest.
She’d never understood how a weekend of following orders and being spanked several times a day could be so calming. But it always had been. Leaving all decisions to Hal, doing what he said and paying the consequences if she didn’t, felt like a rock being lifted off her chest. But that seemed like a lifetime ago. Can I do it now? Am I ready for several spankings in a day’s time? Am I ready to submit emotionally? And most importantly, will I feel the same calmness and emotional closeness to Hal that I did back then?
Susan leaned against Hal, eyes closed, and tried to calm her breathing. Hal was patient. He held her and rubbed her back as she tried to wrap her mind around all he had said. They had traveled across the country for this chance to heal and improve their marriage. They had agreed on Corbin’s Bend, a spanking community, because they knew domestic discipline worked for them. She couldn’t back out now.
Susan took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready to try, honey, but I’m still worried. It’s been a long, long time since I was spanked. Total immersion was tough back when I was used to it. I’m feeling a little uneasy, maybe a little scared. But I do trust you.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. That’s all I need—your trust. And I do know that it’s been a while. But I’ll get you whipped back into shape real quick.” Hal grinned at Susan who smiled back at him.
“Yeah. That’s what I’m scared of,” she told him, laughing and giving a small eye-roll.
“I want to get started right away. I have a few errands to run. While I’m gone, I want you to get fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room, unpack those last two boxes of books so we can walk through the living room, and put in a load of laundry. I’ll be back in about ninety minutes.”
“Yes, sir,” Susan answered. For the moment, the scary feeling was gone, replaced by excitement. She tried to remember the last time Hal had ‘told’ her to do anything. I can’t believe I’m looking forward to doing as I’m told, she mused to herself.
She hurried through unpacking the books and making the shelves look neat. Next, she gathered a load of laundry. Passing the computer, she thought of Deb. Deb was an old friend who knew that she and Hal had once had a DD relationship. She was intrigued by their move to Corbin’s Bend and Susan had promised to keep her updated. She couldn’t wait to tell her that Hal was actually stepping up. An email would only take a minute. But as it happened, Deb was on line and messaged, “Tell me more!” It seemed they had chatted for only a few minutes when Susan heard Hal entering the house.
“Shit!” was Susan’s only thought as she hurried to close the computer and grab the laundry basket. But it was too late. Hal saw her close the computer as he came in.
“What did I tell you to do? Gossip on the computer?” He stared at the laundry basket sitting on the floor. He looked at the shelves and then stuck his head in the guest room. The bare mattress told him all he needed to know. Hal came back into the living room and said, “Almost looks like you didn’t believe what I said. Follow me.”
“Hal, wait. I was just planning to be online for a minute. Really…” Her voice trailed off. She slowly followed Hal into the kitchen. He pulled a heavy wooden spoon from the crock on the counter. Susan had a flash memory of how much that spoon stung.
Hal took her arm, leading her over to the laundry basket. “I think you got on the computer just to see if I was serious. You’re about to find out I am. Bend over and put your hands on the basket.” Susan wouldn’t allow herself to wonder if he was right. Bending over, she felt her jeans tighten over her ass.
The first strike of the spoon confirmed Susan’s memory of the horrible thing. The burning sting was concentrated in one painful spot. Hal danced the spoon all along her sit spot until Susan was pleading, “Please, Hal, stop. It burns!”
Hal paused. “Burn is right. Your rear is going to burn. Now get the laundry started.” Susan snatched up the basket and Hal followed her to the laundry room. “You can put those jeans and panties you’re wearing, in too. You won’t need them anymore today.”
Susan hesitated a moment too long and Hal delivered four more stinging swats. She quickly stripped from the waist down. Hal bent her over and closely inspected her reddening ass. This was more embarrassing than the spanking. He ran his hands over his target and told her, “I let you keep your jeans on as a warm-up, but you’re going to listen to me.”
Hal waited as Susan started the washer. Leading her to their bedroom, he placed a pillow at the foot of the bed and bent her over it. She closed her eyes praying he wouldn’t use the spoon again. She heard him rummaging in his drawer just before he placed his left hand at the small of her back.
With the small wooden paddle, he gave her three strong swats on each side of her already burning bottom. Susan jerked, trying to twist away. “I still have the old spreader bar. If I have to go get it, you’re going to regret it. Now keep still.”
Susan tried to still herself, determined to stay in position. “Did I tell you to do the laundry before I left?”
“Yes, sir,” Susan answered.
“Did you do it then?”
“No, sir,” came the answer.
Five more hard swats followed. Susan was dancing on her tiptoes and clenching in an effort to hold her place.
“I told you to unpack the books. Did you do that?
“Yes,” she said with relief.
“Thank you, I think the shelves look great now,” he told her as he gently rubbed her red cheeks. “What about the guest room? Did you put clean sheets on the bed?”
“No, sir,” Susan told him, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She quickly received five more swats to her red and burning ass.
Susan lay trying to control her breathing. Hal laid down the paddle and smoothed lotion on her burning bottom.
Then he helped her up. He held her close as she sobbed quietly on his shoulder. He kissed her on the nose. “You have a guest room to make up. I’d suggest you get to it,” he told her.
Walking into the guestroom, Susan stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, though she hadn’t cried. Turning around, she saw that her ass was shockingly red. She tried rubbing it, but she was too sore. They were barely an hour into their agreement. What had she done? Susan decided to stop thinking and make the bed. She spread the comforter and refreshed the towels in the bathroom before calling to Hal, “I’m done. Would you like to come see?”
“It’s beautiful Susan, thank you,” he said with genuine appreciation. Susan still felt embarrassed and exposed not wearing any pants. When Hal kissed her deeply, she was even more embarrassed to feel the evidence of her excitement smearing her upper thighs.
“Come on,” he encouraged. “I’ve got supper ready.”
As they went into the kitchen, Hal removed something from Susan’s chair. “Have a seat and I’ll serve,” he told her.
Still naked from the waist down, Susan sat gingerly only to hop back up. “Hal, it’s hot!” she cried, leaping up.
“Yes ma’am, it is, and I told you to sit.” Hal sat her supper before her as she tried sitting again. “I had a heating pad on the seat. I don’t want to have to spank you
any more tonight, but that doesn’t mean I want your butt to cool off any. Now sit down and eat your supper.”
Susan sat, but she was definitely not comfortable. Hal seemed to have fallen back into his role with full force. When she finished, she said respectfully, “Hal, thank you. That was delicious. You cooked, I’ll clear.”
Hal grinned. “You’re so sweet. Go right ahead.”
Susan practically leapt from her chair and grabbed their dishes. After placing them on the counter, she took a moment to press her burning butt against the refrigerator in an attempt to cool the flames. Hal laughed. “I guess I should be happy you’re not sitting in the fridge,” he told her.
“No more spanking tonight? That’s what you said, right?” Susan confirmed.
“That’s what I said,” he assured her as they straightened the kitchen. Grabbing a couple of beers, Hal suggested, “Let’s curl up on the sofa and talk.”
They talked of their first impressions of the town and how they felt about their mentors. Susan enjoyed the feeling of snuggling up with Hal. They talked a little of the kids and what they would think when they eventually came for a visit. For a while they were just quiet together. When Hal finished his beer, he pulled Susan across his lap. “Wait, you said no more spanking,” she cried.
“I’m not spanking, I’m inspecting,” he informed her. He rubbed his hand all over her ass. “Open your legs,” Hal commanded. Susan felt herself blushing as she did what he asked. She was sopping wet and as Hal found and rubbed her clit, she nearly came with just his touch.
Hal removed his hand. “Susan your body tells on you every time. That’s how I know this is still good for you. Now I want you on the bed, undressed and on all fours.”
Susan scurried to do as he asked. When Hal walked into the room and saw his previously nearly frigid wife in position and waiting for him, his erection was immediate. He undressed, then stepped into the bathroom and picked up a bath brush. Back in the bedroom, he smacked the bed hard, causing her to jump and whimper. She said nothing about him promising no more spanking and held her position. Turning the brush around, Hal ran the bristle side lightly over her sore ass. She clenched and managed to stay put. Even the light touch was reigniting the fire, and every stroke of the day began to burn intensely. He ran the soft bristles between her legs.
Susan gave a low moan. It was all Hal could take. This position, with his beautiful wife on all fours aroused him more than any other. As a young teen, he’d seen wild horses mating on the outer banks of North Carolina. The wildness of the stallions, the sheer dominance they showed as they mounted the female, had stayed with him in his fantasies for a lifetime.
Susan had her own fantasies of the position which she assumed only at Hal’s command and she loved it. She could feel his power and dominance as his hands ran over her body. When his fingers explored her deepest core, she squirmed and bucked beneath him.
Grabbing her by the hips, Hal pulled her onto his shaft with one thrust. He pounded into her again and again. The explosion for both came at the same time.
How long had it been since that had happened?
They collapsed together, panting. Susan cried with happiness and relief. Hal held her, stroking her face.
“I love you,” he told her softly. He murmured more words of love before telling her in a whisper, “Tomorrow might be a tough day. And, hopefully, it’ll be a day you won’t soon forget.”
Susan listened through a haze of pure relaxation until his last sentence. Tomorrow would be tough? What did he think today had been? Susan was too content now to think much deeper. She had enough Scarlett O’Hara in her to decide to worry about it tomorrow.
Chapter 8
Susan woke with a peaceful, comfortable feeling. Rolling onto her back, a sore feeling joined the feelings of peace and comfort. Hal wasn’t in bed and Susan smiled as she relived their night. But the thought that today was one of ‘total immersion’ caused conflicting feelings. Her apprehension and excitement competed for her thoughts.
Making her way downstairs, she found Hal in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiled to herself. He was probably planning to keep her butt aflame today, but he was still her sweet Hal. They were near the end of breakfast before Susan spoke up.
“I’m still sore, honey. What’s in store for today?”
Hal gave her a loving look. “Your main job today, and for the foreseeable future, is to focus on us—on our marriage and what we mean to one another. My job is to help you do that.”
Susan gulped, but said no more. “First thing this morning I need you to go shopping. I have a list and I want you to get everything on it and nothing more,” he told her.
Susan watched as he brought the list over and laid it by her plate. Giving it a quick glance, her eyes widened. Snatching it up, she turned to him in fury. “Damn it, Hal! I’m not buying all this shit and you’re not using it on me today. I can only be pushed so far!”
Hal calmly took her hand and headed for the bedroom. His completely calm manner shook her as she suddenly realized he was in this for real. He didn’t say a word. Only Susan was talking, and she felt like she was babbling. “Stop Hal, this is just too much. You’ll kill me if you use all that. And I can’t buy this stuff in Corbin’s Bend. Everyone will know what you’re going to do. I’ll die of embarrassment.”
Hal let her rave on as he bent her over the bed and pulled down her pajama pants. The small wooden paddle lay on the dresser and Hal took it in a firm grip.
With no warm-up of any kind, Hal lay down six scalding swats, three on each side. “Are you ready to listen now?” he asked conversationally.
“Damn it, Hal! That was too hard! Stop it and let me up.”
Another six firm swats followed the first. “Let me know when you’re ready to listen,” Hal told her quietly.
“Fuck all this, Hal. You let me up, now!”
Hal chuckled to himself. They were already making progress. The few times he’d tried to spank her in the past ten years or so, she hadn’t even reacted. He realized now that he’d been tentative back then and she’d just taken what little he’d given, then gotten up and walked away seemingly unaffected. He loved that she was taking this seriously enough now to fight him. The next round, he gave her five on each side and there was nothing tentative about them.
Susan was ready to fight, but common sense and self-preservation won out. Hal rubbed her back. Finally, she gasped out, “I’m ready to listen.”
“Good,” he told her, beginning to rub her bottom.
“Now I want you to buy these things to show you trust me and you’re willing to do as I ask. This is a gift I want from you if you’re serious about why we came here. I don’t plan to use all those items today. But I do want them on hand and I want you to get them,” he explained. “Will you do that for me?”
Susan was quiet. She was thinking. Hal didn’t hurry her. “Spankings really hurt, Hal. I want what we had, but I’m scared too. And the list…” Susan couldn’t go on. She wasn’t mad at Hal for what he was asking. But as much as she wanted his dominance, as much as she craved Hal taking control, part of her mind was still fighting it.
“Some of those things are to get, and keep, your focus and attention without having to spank you,” Hal told her soothingly.
Again, they waited as Susan struggled to find the right words. “I really do want this for us,” she finally told him. “I’m sorry I got so mad and yelled at you. I’ll get what you asked for.”
Hal kissed the back of her neck. “That means a lot to me, honey. Now, we’re going to finish here.”
“Finish? What?”
“This is for cussing during a serious discussion. That is one of our rules, isn’t it?”
Hal took up the paddle again and slowly and methodically gave her ten more swats. They weren’t nearly as hard as he’d given at first, but each made her squeal. “If that happens again, you’ll get your mouth washed out with soap and then you’ll get your bottom spanked.”
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nbsp; When Hal helped her up, he wrapped his arms around her. Looking deeply into her eyes, he smiled and whispered, “This is going to work. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more.”
Susan tingled at the look he gave her. Her ass burned like fire, but then so did her heart. Now, if she could just make it through the shopping trip.
Her heart pounded as she got ready. Hal came back to the bedroom as she slipped on her shoes.
“I want you to wear one more thing.”
“Did you buy me a collar?” she asked with a laugh.
“Wrong end,” he answered, smiling and holding out a butt plug. Susan stared in dismay as he continued, “I remember this as an excellent tool for both focus and submission. I put a Ziploc bag in your purse for an emergency, but I don’t expect one.”
Susan experienced another internal struggle. Plugs weren’t new to them. It was the one DD tool Hal had used nearly as often as spanking back in the day. He had always liked the silence of it. Both when the children had been toddlers and even later as teenagers, young ears were always around. When Susan’s rants or actions finally pushed Hal to his breaking point, he would look at her calmly and say, “It’s time to put a cork in it.” That statement always caused a flutter in her chest.
That used to be an undeniable signal to meet him in the master bath at once. They had both realized that wearing a plug quieted and calmed her, allowing her to do whatever needed to be done while her thoughts were definitely on Hal and what she had done to upset him so.
The last time this had happened was probably more than ten years ago. Susan remembered being extremely angry and flatly refusing to wear it. Hal hadn’t brought it up since.
Until now. Susan stared into his eyes as these thoughts flew through her mind. She liked the steadiness she saw there. Taking a deep breath, she finally made her decision, and not knowing if her better sense had won or not, she lowered her pants and bent over the bed. It wasn’t huge, as butt plugs go, but she hadn’t had this experience in a long time and she still wasn’t fond of it. She stood up slowly, hoping her body would soon adjust to the uncomfortable fullness.
