by Maggie Ryan
“What’s not to get? Everybody that does anything a little different must like it or they wouldn’t be doing it.”
“I know. But I can’t imagine living with a bunch of rules that would get me spanked if I broke them. And at the same time, whenever I look at one of those blogs and read about some poor woman getting her ass spanked, I get all hot and bothered.”
“So you’ve been looking at more blogs and getting horny, huh?” he asked it in a teasing tone.
“Don’t you start laughing at me again, J…Russ!”
“I can’t help it, honey. It’s just so funny to me. I mean you’ve always told me to go fuck off if you thought I was trying to control what you want to do. It just doesn’t seem to fit that reading about spanking would get the juices flowing.”
“Well, it does. That’s exactly what reading about it does to me.”
He glanced at her quickly before turning his eyes back to the road. “You mean…you actually get, um…wet?”
“Yes! That’s what I’m saying.” Debi blushed furiously at admitting it. “In fact, my panties are a little damp just from thinking and talking about it.”
“Should we get a hotel room in Denver?” His eyebrows wiggled up and down suggestively.
“Stop making fun of me.” She couldn’t help laughing at his eyebrows wiggling.
“I’m not making fun of you. It’d be a shame to let your hot and bothered state go to waste.”
“Oh, it won’t be going to waste. We’ll be having a little afternoon delight when we get home.”
“Oh shit! I forgot to tell you. Talking about rules just reminded me. The guys were talking and we all kind of agreed that a lot of us are swearing a little too much.”
“Yeah, I agree. I was thinking I’m going to have to be more careful now that I’ll be around little kids every day.”
“Brent said he swears plenty, but he works hard at doing it only when kids aren’t around.”
“A lot of the women hardly swear at all—some of them have a no swearing rule—and it makes me feel sort of…I don’t know…maybe coarse. I think since I haven’t been teaching for over a year, I’ve been swearing more.”
“Brent suggested that more of us should make it a rule of some kind. Like not swearing unless we’re in our house or with adults only. So if we went to Zachary and Erin’s house, we wouldn’t swear at all because they have two daughters that might overhear.”
“What if the rule gets broken?” Debi had a gnawing suspicion in her belly. Was Brent trying to push them down the path of DD?
“That’s what I asked.”
“And? What did he say?” Here it comes, she thought.
“There should be some consequence, but of course it would be up to us to determine what that consequence should be.”
“Pfft! I bet he thinks my consequence should be a good old-fashioned spanking. What did you end up telling him?”
“Just that we’d talk about it.”
“So is it a rule now?”
“Nah, we’re going to just try and work on it when kids are around. Luckily, we’re not around kids that much.”
“Good.”
His new Chevy cargo van was parked in the front row of the shop’s parking lot. Looking at it with the painted name and phone number, along with the cute cartoon image of a distressed car, Russ was excited. He’d always loved working on cars and he felt this was going to be the best thing for him here in Corbin’s Bend. He gave a chuckle when he thought of the nickname he and Debi had given their new community. In the privacy of their own home they usually referred to it as Spanktown, Colorado.
Brian Barr walked out of the shop and greeted Russ. “Hey, what d’ya think of the paint job?”
“It looks real good, Brian.” Russ shook the owner’s hand. “You did a fine job on it.”
“Not me. You can thank Billy for that. Come on around to the back and let’s open her up.”
Debi followed them and Russ began pointing out all the cool things inside the van. He knew she had no idea, nor any real interest in, what she was looking at. But he was proud of it and wanted to show it to her.
Whenever he thought of the huge expense of the van and tools, he could only hope that this new business would not only pay those costs back, but contribute to a good portion of their household expenses. They were going to need much more than just Debi’s teaching salary to live comfortably.
They stopped for lunch before leaving Denver, but it was quick. They both were still thinking about the ‘afternoon delight’ they had planned once they got home. Russ headed up the mountain road with Debi following. His cell phone rang and he tapped his Bluetooth to answer.
“Corbin’s Bend Auto Repair, this is Russ.”
“I see you shortened the name by dropping the mobile part.” It was Debi calling him.
“Yeah, it’s a little long for answering when I’m on the go.”
“I know what you mean. I was just thinking I have to change the name in my contact list so I can tell my phone to just call Russ Work. Hey, you’re not going to get so busy that you can’t take care of my car, are you?”
“Hell no, your car will always come first.”
“Good. Okay, concentrate on driving now. I just wanted to be the first call you got in your new van.”
“I hope we can slip right into the garage without anyone wanting to come and check out the van before we get to that afternoon delight you mentioned.”
Debi said, “It’s early in the afternoon, most of the guys will be at work and I doubt many women are interested in your new work van.”
“Let’s get home. And while you’re driving, think some more about those blogs and websites. You know how I love it when you’re good and horny.”
She laughed and hung up. Russ grinned, his mind busy thinking about when they got home. Would she be game for a little fun spanking? If reading about it was getting her wet, and all hot and bothered, it seemed to make sense she’d be willing to try a little bit of fun spanking. He felt his dick growing stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans thinking about giving his wife’s lovely ass a spanking.
Chapter 7
Russ let Debi pull into the garage first, then drove the van in next to her SUV. He hit the remote to close the garage door and stepped out of his vehicle. Debi started to unlock the door to the house, when he pulled her back and shoved her against the wall.
He took her mouth and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth and exploring what he already knew so well. He’d been thinking about a little spanking play the whole way home and his cock was hard. Would she be willing?
He felt her melt against him and one of her hands caressed his face while she ran the fingers of her other hand through his hair. Moaning, she moved her hips against him and he knew she had to feel his hard cock pressing against her.
“Have you been thinking about those spanking blogs?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Tell me what excites you about them.”
Blushing, she said, “I’m not sure. I just feel a tightening low in my gut when I read about some poor woman getting a spanking. And then I get wet, and the next thing I know, I wish you were here so we could fuck.”
“Get upstairs.” There was a low growl in his throat and he couldn’t remember when he last wanted her so urgently.
He followed her up the stairs and while she slipped into the master bath, Russ tried to work out in his mind how to take their lovemaking to a spanking. He was to the side of the door when she came out of the bathroom in just her bra and panties. Stepping behind her to unhook her bra, he let it fall to the floor.
His arms encircled her and he began playing with her nipples. Debi leaned her head back on his chest with a sigh.
Softly, he asked, “Do you ever think about what it would be like to be spanked?”
She inhaled sharply and said, “Sometimes.”
Tweaking her nipples with one hand, he said, “Tell me one of the stories you’ve read.�
�� His other hand slipped between her legs and he felt the dampness on the crotch of her panties. He rubbed a finger against her hard little nub.
Debi’s breath quickened and she whispered, “Je…Russ, please. I’ll tell you later. Fuck me now.”
“Oh, no…not yet, baby. I want to hear a story that gets you all hot and bothered. I bet it’ll turn you on even more when you tell it.”
“I’m already hot and bothered; please…fuck me.”
He pushed his cock against her bottom and shook his head. “Not yet. Story first, then fucky time.”
She moaned and pushed her ass backwards against his hard cock. Taking a deep breath, she began telling him one of the stories she’d read.
“This woman—the one who wrote the blog—she forgot to close the garage overhead door. It was one of the rules she had. When she was home alone at night, she had to be sure her doors and windows were locked. The garage door was to be closed at all times when it wasn’t being used.”
She stopped and let her head fall back against his chest again as his finger drew circles around her hard clit.
“What happened next?” Russ asked in a husky voice.
“Her husband came home late at night and the garage door was open. He went in the house and she was watching television thinking everything was fine and dandy. One look at his face and she knew she was in trouble, but didn’t know why.”
“Hmm…and then what happened?” he asked as his fingers tweaked a nipple and he continued teasing her clit through the panties that were even damper than before.
“He told her to get upstairs, now. When she asked him what was wrong and he said he didn’t appreciate coming home and finding the garage door open. He liked knowing his family was safe behind locked doors and windows when he had to work late.”
Debi was panting a little bit and her words came out in short disconnected gasps. The dampness of her panties was making it difficult for Russ not to toss her on the bed and fuck her. He hoped this story wasn’t too much longer.
“So did she do as she was told?”
“Oh, yes. In the blogs…they always…do…what they’re told. On her way up the stairs, he called out and told her to stand in the corner until he got there.”
Russ stopped all movement of his hands on Debi’s body and asked, “Stand in the corner? Really?” His fingers then began circling her clit again and his other hand played with a nipple, worrying it until it was hard and erect. He ran his finger over the tiny bumps surrounding the nipple. Her skin was soft and silky.
“Yes. She had to stand there naked while waiting for him; and he took his time. He made himself a drink—and sat down for fifteen minutes drinking it—while she stood naked in the corner, trembling in fear of the spanking she knew was coming.”
“Did you get hot thinking about her standing in the corner?” He pinched her nipple just as the word ‘hot’ came out of his mouth.
“No…oh god, that feels good.” She paused in her tale and Russ felt a little ripple skim down her body. “No, standing in the corner didn’t turn me on. But it seems to be a common part of punishment in DD.”
“Interesting. Then what?” He pinched, tweaked and rubbed her other nipple, still circling her clit with the fingers of his other hand.
“He finally came in, undressed, and sat on the bed. Then he called her over and made her stand in front of him and tell him why she was going to be spanked. He lectured her like she was a little girl and then told her to get over his knee. Oh god, Russ…will you please fuck me now?”
“I will, baby. I’m going to fuck you just as soon as you finish the story.” He wanted to give her what she needed, he needed it too. But the story was turning him on now. “So she had to bend over his knee?”
Debi sighed and squeezed her thighs together tightly. “Yes, on the blogs they abbreviate it with OTK. So she got over his knee and then he began spanking her. Russ, you wouldn’t believe how many times she said he struck her. Like twenty or thirty times and then he announced she was warmed up and ready for a taste of his belt.”
“His belt?” Russ stopped his ministrations as the thought of using a belt on a woman sunk into his head.
“Yes, his belt. It was a safety violation so it was to be a serious punishment. She put herself and their children in danger by forgetting to close the garage door.”
“When did you start to get hot and bothered?” His hands were busy again and he kissed the back of her neck.
“It started when she first knew she was going to get spanked, then somewhere around the first or second strike of the so called warm-up I was wishing you were awake. And then I got super-hot when he said his belt was next.”
That surprised him. She got hot at the mention of a belt being used for spanking? Russ was quite hot himself at this point. His dick was harder than it had been in a long time; after all, he wasn’t a young man anymore. Debi continued her tale.
“He took his belt, doubled it, and began whipping her ass while lecturing about safety and danger at the same time. Oh…Russ…please…I can’t take anymore. Will you…will you spank me?”
“Damn right I’ll spank you; you’ve been very naughty. Reading those blogs and getting your pussy all wet and excited. I think you need to get over my knee right now.”
He moved towards the bed and sat down. Somehow, between the both of them, they managed to get Debi over his lap so the bed supported her upper body while her legs dangled in the air.
Russ rubbed her creamy white ass. Her silky bikini panties covered a good portion of her butt and he wondered if he was supposed to spank her over the panties or if should he pull them down. Wanting to do this right, he decided to ask.
“Should I take your panties down or spank you over them?”
“Oh, that’s your decision. On the blogs sometimes they start with them on, but they always end up off and the spanking is on the bare butt.”
Without another word, Russ smacked her right cheek, then her left. It wasn’t very hard, more like a pat than a spank. There wasn’t much of a reaction from Debi so he smacked her again on both cheeks, and then again. The next strikes were a little harder and he saw her butt clench.
Russ hooked his fingers under the waistband of her undies and yanked them down to her knees. The sight of the slight pinkness of her ass sent a rush of blood straight to his cock.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, young lady?”
“I think so, sir.” Debi had no problem stepping right into a little light role-playing.
“You need to be punished, don’t you? You need a spanking on your bare bottom, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir. Please, spank me. I’ve been very bad.”
Russ began spanking her naked ass, watching her flesh jiggle with each smack of his hand. He was so busy watching her ass bounce with each strike, it didn’t occur to him to even out the spanks over her entire bottom. All his smacks were landing on her right cheek. It was becoming very pink, while the left cheek was quite pale.
Debi squirmed around for a bit and finally said, “I think you’re supposed to spank both sides of my ass.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Russ began concentrating on the left buttock for the next several strikes.
It finally occurred to him that perhaps he should give the left and right sides of her butt equal treatment. Once he figured that out, Debi sighed and relaxed, and he had a feeling she was enjoying every strike on her naked ass.
It wasn’t terribly long before Russ realized if he didn’t get his cock buried inside her dripping pussy soon, he was going to end up shooting his load onto her side. Trying to maintain the ‘I’m in charge’ attitude, he stopped spanking her and helped her up from his lap saying, “Lay down on the bed.”
Debi quickly complied and he placed himself between her legs and drove his cock into her hot, wet sheath. She cried out as he filled her pussy and his hand slid between their bodies to titillate her clit. He thrust into her, hard and deep while she bucked her hips up to
meet each thrust.
“Oh god. Je…Russ, I’m going to come…I’m going to come now.”
He felt her pussy spasm around his cock and he came in a white hot explosion that he hadn’t experienced for some time.
Russ collapsed on her and then rolled to his side, pulling her to him so they were spooning. He briefly wondered if Debi could feel his heart hammering on her back as hard as he felt hers beating rapidly in the hand that was cupping her breast.
“Holy shit.” Russ was the first to speak. “I hope one of us doesn’t have a stroke. We haven’t had such a hot fuck in a long time.”
“I know,” Debi panted. “But it was great. Jeez, I think these people are on to something here with this spanking stuff.”
“Yeah. I thought we were just getting older and things were slowing down, but it seems we just needed to add a little excitement.”
She gave a light laugh and said, “How does that line go? We’re not getting older, we’re getting better.”
He kissed the back of her head. “I think we’re going to make our first rule.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Every time you start to accidentally call me Jess, I’m going to spank you. Do you understand?” He put a sort of ‘I’m the man and what I say goes’ tone in his voice.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
Russ thought he heard a definite sigh of satisfaction in her agreement to the rule.
The doorbell rang while they were still recovering from their afternoon exertions. They both released a sigh and Russ sat up.
“I’ll get it, you can stay here.” He pulled his jeans and t-shirt on, ran his fingers through his hair so it wouldn’t look too disheveled, and went downstairs.
It was Jason at the door and he said, “Hey Russ, I was at the community center when I saw you drive by in the new van. I would have been here sooner, but I had to talk to Brent about something. He’ll be here in a few minutes. We both want to see your set up.”
It took a minute for Russ to switch gears. Jason hesitated and then asked, “Is this a bad time? We can look at the van later if you’re busy.”
