"Are you going to behave now?" She nodded yes.
He had just bent her over the counter and given her backside ten or
so swats with the bamboo spoon. He walked into the other room and realized he had forgotten to pick up his glasses. When he came back into the kitchen, there
she stood skirt still up, rubbing her cute little red butt.
God, he loved
her. She was his whole world. How did he
get so lucky? He thought. She
finally realized he was watching her and her hand moved away and her skirt fell
back in place.
Sheepishly she said “Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to do
that, but it stings.” He laughed. “It’s supposed to sting. It means I did my
job.” He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tight giving her a big kiss.
“I’m going to be late, honey. I have to get going.”
He kissed her again, swatted her fanny and walked her out
the door. “I will see you tonite,
babe. Be careful.”
“You too, sweetie.”
She backed the car out of the driveway and was on her
way. As she sat on the freeway, her mind
went back to earlier this morning. Why do I put extra-added stress on him? His job is stressful enough and if he says he
cannot get off, then he cannot. They had planned to go away this
weekend. It was the last official
weekend of the summer and she had wanted to go to the beach. This morning he told her he could not get
away. He was working a case and he
doubted it would be resolved by this weekend.
He urged her to take one of her girlfriends and go without him. She balked at that idea and harangued him
about work being more important than her.
The argument escalated and the next thing she knew she was leaned over
the counter, her skirt lifted and getting her fanny warmed. She could still
feel a little warmth, and not just from the spanking.
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They met when he gave her a parking ticket when he was a patrol
officer and new to the force. She parked
in front of a fire hydrant and went into the bank to make a quick deposit. She came back to the car just as he had taken
the ticket book out of his patrol car. She hadn’t been gone more than five
minutes and she tried pleading her case.
He started writing the ticket.
“You’re not going to give me a warning, Officer?”
“The sign you are standing in front of is the warning. You didn’t observe the warning, so you are
getting a ticket.” He told her.
“Boy, you are a real stickler for the law, aren’t you?”
“Doing my job, Miss, that’s all.” Handing her the ticket
book, he asked for her signature.
“I am not signing that.
If I hadn’t come back when I did the ticket would just be on my
windshield, so a signature is not necessary.”
“Suit yourself.” He tore off the ticket and handed it to
her.
That was their auspicious beginning. Weeks later, she ran into him in the grocery
store.
He looked so cute, dressed in his
uniform, with the plastic shopping cart hanging on his wrist. She went up to him and introduced herself. He told her he remembered her
and asked if she had parked in front of any hydrants lately. One thing led to
another and she had a date for the following Friday night and as it turned out
for the rest of her life.
Aaron was now a
detective with the Los Padres Police Department. He was still so very cute, but didn’t wear a
uniform any more. He loved his job, he
was very good at it; and he was still a stickler. She knew that oh so well. This morning was a
prime example.
Right from the beginning, he would deliver a swat to her
backside if she did or said something he didn’t like. She thought it was sexy. Once they married
though, she had a different take on this issue after he gave her the first real spanking. He had worked the night shift and was at home sleeping. The doorbell rang and she had ran to the door so that it wouldn't wake him. She opened the door to
a stranger who asked to use the phone.
She let him in to use the phone and after he made a call, she couldn’t
get him back out of the house. She told him
her husband was upstairs but he didn’t believe her. He started putting moves on her and as she
pushed him to the door, he tripped over the umbrella stand and it crashed to
the floor. Her husband came running out
of the bedroom with gun in hand. The guy
saw him and took off running. When Aaron
found out what she had done, he was beside himself. He started lecturing her and then pulled her
over his knee and gave her the first spanking she had since she was a kid. She didn’t think that was too sexy. It hurt
like hell and she didn’t think it would ever end. When it did, she knew she would never open
the door to a stranger again.
The pattern was established and consent never
discussed. When she made a foolish
choice, she ended up over his knee. It
was as simple as that. It didn’t bother her.
She still thought it was somewhat sexy that he was so protective of her
well-being, even if it did hurt.
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Later that day she got a call from one of her friends
inviting her and Aaron to a beach party over the Labor Day Weekend. She told Betsy that Aaron had to work and
Betsy told her to come anyway. Many people she knew would be there, she
wouldn’t feel like a third wheel and it would be a good time. She finally agreed because otherwise, she
would be sitting home and brooding and that wouldn’t go over too well with
Aaron.
Later that evening she told Aaron about Betsy’s invitation.
“I’m glad you decided to get out. It will be better for you than sitting home.”
“Yes, but I will be gone for two days.”
“I know, honey, but I’ll be working and won’t have that much
time to miss you.”
“OOOOHH, that makes me feel so much better.” She told him
snottily.
“You know what I mean.” He laughed and grabbed her into his
big burly arms and hugged her.
“C’mon, let’s go fool around.” She looked at him and saw that twinkle in his
eye. She disengaged himself and took
off.
“Catch me if you can.” She yelled over her shoulder.
“Oh, I’ll catch you, and when I do, you are going to get
it.”
“Lord, I hope so.”
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Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend dawned bright and sunny. She rolled over and snuggled up to
Aaron. Her fingers gently began
exploring his torso, slowly and gently moving toward his manhood. While he was moaning softly and lolled into complacency
that is when her fingers grabbed his
testicles and squeezed. He jumped and in
one move rolled her over on her tummy and spanked her behind. She was squealing
with delight until the slaps got a little harder.
“Stop, stop. I’m sorry,”
she said giggling. He smacked a little
harder.
“Stop, now, it’s not funny anymore.” Still giggling.
“When my balls stop smarting, I’ll stop smacking. Until then missy, your ass is mine.” Although his voice was stern, he stopped
spanking as hard and she could tell by the look on his face this was just for fun. She was wriggling away
from his punishing hand and he allowed it to happen. He rolled her over and his
fingers felt her wetness. He teased and
tormented until they both wanted release.
He entered her in one long hard thrust and before long he could feel her
muscles contracting and he pulled all the way out and pushed back in for one
long final push and they both climaxed.
She started to rise out of bed and he pulled her back.
“I really will miss you, you know that don’t you?” he asked
her very sincerely.
“Of course, I know that and I will miss you too. I intend to have a good time though, I’m just
sorry you won’t be there.”
“Me too, but you better behave yourself, or else.”
“Or else, what? What
happens there stays there. Isn’t that
what the tv ad says?”
“That’s Las Vegas,
not the beach and I am a detective remember, I will find out.” He laughed and she laughed with him.
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The traffic to the beach was horrendous. She moved about
three miles in an hour. The hell with this, she thought. I think
I’ll just turn around and go back home. The
traffic was still bad but not as bad.
She stopped at the mall and hoped the traffic would eventually thin
out. Aaron wouldn’t be home anyway so
there was no rush. While shopping she
ran into a friend she hadn’t seen in a while.
They chatted for a while and then
decided to stop in and have a drink and a nosh.
She didn’t realize how long she had been gone until her phone rang. It was Aaron.
“Are you okay? Where
the hell are you?” he demanded.
“I’m at the mall, having a drink with Beverly Wilson,
remember her. I used to work with her at
B…
“I don’t give a damn how you know her. Betsy called and wondered what time you would
be there. I told her you left at 9:45 and should have been there by
now. Why didn’t you call either me or
Betsy to let us know you changed plans?” He was talking so loud Beverly could hear his
end of the conversation.
“I’m sorry. I forgot
about calling Betsy and I knew you wouldn’t be home. We just lost track of the time.”
“I was worried when you hadn’t reached the beach. Do me a favor and call Betsy. I’ll see you later and make sure you get
something to eat before heading home. I
love you.”
She already told Beverly
about how she had ended up at the mall.
“Husbands can be so domineering at times. Sometimes, I think he forgets
I’m a grown woman.”
“I know what you mean.
Jerry can get that way too. I
just blow it off.”
‘Yeah, well mine is a cop and he has some definite ideas so
I don’t get to blow it off.” She wanted
an end to this conversation quickly.
The waiter took their order for more wine and some
appetizers. Another gal they knew came
by and joined them. They were having a
great time when the phone rang again and it was Aaron. She looked at the time and knew she was in
deep water. I think I won’t answer this
time. I’ll text him in a little while
when I’m on my way home, that way it won’t be a lie. She quickly told the girls she had to
leave.
“Aaron again” Beverly
asked.
“Yes, and I better be on my way. It was great meeting up with you and we
should do this more often.”
“Same here and yes, you better get home before you are
arrested or is it grounded?” Beverly said laughingly.
“Maybe both” she laughingly answered back. Actually,
grounded or arrested sounded better than the spanking she knew she was going to
get.
Traffic was not a problem on the way home. She called Betsy and apologized and then
texted Aaron. Aaron’s car wasn’t in the
driveway when she got home and she sighed with relief. It didn’t last long, he must have pulled into
the garage because when she walked in he was sitting in the living room waiting
for her.
“Hi, honey. Did you
get my text? I don’t know how I missed
your call. I guess it was pretty noisy
in Wyndam’s.”
“Do you really think you should be lying right now? How much have you had to drink?”
“I don’t know. I
don’t think more than a couple of glasses of wine.”
“Uh Huh. And how long
were you in Wyndam’s?”
“Okay, so maybe more than a couple of glasses. I did have appetizers though just as you
suggested.”
“Too little too late Sweetheart. Come here.” And he pointed to his lap. She walked over to him and he pulled her over
his lap. He began the lecture about
drinking and driving and how could she endanger herself and others by doing
something so foolish. She already felt
so bad she had disappointed him that the tears started to flow. By the time he delivered the first spank, she
was sobbing. It didn’t deter him. He
continued to spank, and when he stopped lecturing, he pulled down her shorts
and panties and really began the spanking in earnest. When he was done her bottom was well toasted.
“There, your tush has a nice color and you didn’t even go to the beach.” He told her as he sat her on his lap.
She couldn’t help but smile despite her red eyes,
tear-stained face and throbbing rear end.
“Yeah, next time, remind me to use sunscreen.”
