Creative Spanko Wench Blog

I’ve laughed hysterically at the AFV & You tube samples of arm chair querterbacks and pig skin loving couch potatoes. I probably will continue too.  Perhaps I need to be spanked?

As a kid the only thing I remember as a child was that football was beyond boring, and the fact that it took up entire chunks of days on TV was just the pitts… of course it was Canadian Football, and perhaps there in lies the secret of the total tetium and aversion I acquired…  

Now that I own the remote I can smile.  I can chuckle at work the next day as rivals continue to belch fart and posture…. 

I surfed on line today, intended to write & draw, but never got a chance.  I searched You tube on AFV’s dog collar testing and got a triple chuckle watching the guy who tested all six pain levels of a bark training collar.  LMAO!  Now just why did that fit so perfectly in to a day of farting belching football going on beyond the walls of my world? 

I will draw & post something new shortly & I have been writing, I just never mananged to get anything useful done today besides silly giggly stuff…. 

Here’s an old story some of you have already read… on topic any way..

Watching the Game

copyright 2004, patty

Both Eamon and Sheila were in a lazy mood and the weather outside was completely cooperative. Wind and drizzle made all but indoor activities attractive, and the busy week made quiet time appealing.

Sheila wanted to spend the afternoon relaxing with Eamon, but he wanted to watch a series of football games. Unfortunately that was an activity that was as close to Chinese water torture as Sheila could imagine. She tried negotiating for a movie and a game, but when Eamon held his ground that he wanted to see both games, Sheila sighed and gave up.

“You’re mean sometimes you know?” she pouted when it became clear he wasn’t going to give.

“Cut it out Sheila. I almost never want to do something like this. You get your way most of the time, today it’s my turn,” Eamon didn’t just make his case with a ‘play fair’ card he issued a warning with the tone of his voice. Sheila was no idiot she got the message and backed off.

Eamon was sweet though, when it came time for the first game to start, he made a tray with his tortilla chips, salsa and beer and carried it into the bedroom. For a while Sheila stayed in the family room doing her thing. Activity on the forum was very slow, and none of the afternoon movies appealed to her.

“What a crummy day!” she muttered to herself.

Frustrated and bored, Sheila got up and went to the bathroom. Coming out of there, she complained to Eamon that she had nothing to do.

“Write something or draw then,” he suggested.

“I don’t feel like it,” she pouted.

“Then come in here and join me,” he patted the mattress next to him.

“I hate football Eamon!” Sheila whined.

Eamon growled and gave her a warning look. “You’re not getting your way Sheila, I’m watching the game.”

“All I want is to spend time with you, and you won’t even do that.” Sheila knew Eamon did not respond well to whining, so she changed the tone of her voice to irritation.

He wasn’t having any of it.

“Cut it out!” he warned again. “You can come in here and watch the game with me or go do something else. Those are your choices.”

“There’s nothing else to do!” she grumbled and left him alone.

Back in the family room Sheila flipped through the channels again and quickly gave that up in frustration. Not even one post had appeared on the forum in three solid hours. “Damn it!” Sheila kicked the pillow at the foot of the sofa. She tried surfing to the reading sites, but couldn’t get her mind into reading spanking stories. She’d rather be living a spanking story, but Eamon wasn’t being very cooperative.

“I could piss him off,” she grumbled. Yes she could, but then she’d end up spanked, have an angry husband, and still have nothing to do. She’d really rather just have what she wanted, and that was quiet cuddle time with her husband. Finally she sighed, and folded up the laptop and carried it into the bedroom.

“Going to join me after all are you?” Eamon shifted over to make room for her beside him on the bed.

“May as well be bored in here as out there,” she complained.

Eamon turned his attention back to the TV, absently lifting his arm, then holding a pillow, until Sheila got situated up against his right side with the computer resting on a pillow on her lap. She tried engaging him in conversation, but she couldn’t get him to stay with her. The game was well underway, and he was engaged in it all the way.

Surprisingly, Sheila found it a little easier to concentrate on reading now that she was cuddled up against Eamon. She didn’t have his attention, but she did have his company. Now and then he’d load a chip with salsa give her a bite, and then finish it himself. They weren’t engaged in the same activity, but they were together and Sheila wasn’t as bored.

Her butt got tired after about half an hour though, and she had to rearrange herself. She put the laptop and pillow on the mattress and her knees up under Eamon’s arm and lay down on her stomach propped up on her elbows. When a commercial came on, she pestered Eamon by putting her feet in his face, he responded by kneading and smacking her ass.

“I have an idea,” he chuckled.

Sheila turned to look up as Eamon shifted up and back propping pillows behind him. Once he got where he wanted to be, he patted the mattress with his left hand.

“Put the computer here.”

“No Eamon, then you have both the TV and the computer!” Sheila misunderstood his plan.

“Put your bottom right here,” he patted his right thigh ignoring Sheila’s objection.

Sheila caught on immediately, and smiled. “K.”

“Hurry up before the game starts again,” Eamon instructed when she puttered up on her knees blocking his view of the TV too long.

When Sheila settled down across his thighs with a pillow under her chest, and the laptop in front of her, he put his hands down on her bottom and squeezed. “Take these down,” he tugged up on the waistband of her jeans.

Sheila smiled, and obliged, wiggling a bit to get her jeans down far enough. “Panties too?” she asked.

“This is good for now. Quiet, the game’s back on,” Sheila sighed as she saw his eyes glass over and fix on the TV. She wiggled some more to get comfortable, and started to read a new spanking story. At least she was comfy.

Eamon absently stroked her bum while he focused on the game. Both of them departed mentally into their parallel activities, connected only by distracted movements of his hand, or her bottom.

The story Sheila was reading was a good one. It was heavier on discipline than sex, but mind candy enough that she clenched and wiggled her bottom periodically as she read. Eamon answered her movements with equally random squeezes of her cheeks. More to acknowledge she was there than to engage with her movements.

“Ow!” Sheila yelped when Eamon announced a commercial with a solid spank.

“That was for being such a pain in the ass earlier,” he chuckled.

“You’re watching the game aren’t you?” Sheila grumbled and pretended to go back to reading. The petulant wiggle of her bottom betrayed her distraction.

“Well, now that you’re here where you belong, I’m going to deal with your whining from before,” Eamon announced as his hand came down in a series of moderate spanks. They stung, but they felt good too.

“Ow!” she complained and lifted her bottom against his hand when he stopped spanking to rub. “That hurts.”

“There’s that whining again,” Eamon started spanking again, this time a little harder.

Sheila dropped her head onto the mattress between her elbows, and closed her eyes. The sting of the spanking was just edgy enough that she had to steel herself for it, but she didn’t want it to stop. Soon her flesh warmed to it, and Sheila could relax. Eamon kept it up until the commercial was over.

Commercials were amazingly long! Sheila remarked to herself as she shifted her pelvis and bounced her cheeks to ease the lingering burn. Eamon kneaded and rubbed her bottom, and disappeared into the game. Sheila returned to the story. Her bottom was a perfect degree of warm to make reading spanking stories delicious. The next commercial brought another spanking, making the next story Sheila started reading even more appealing.

At half time, Eamon devoted a lot more attention to his wife.

“Lift up,” he smacked her. Sheila obediently lifted her hips and Eamon shimmied her panties down to her knees. “Now we’ll get some real work done here.”

Sheila clenched and relaxed her bare bottom. The activity during the commercials and the subject matter of the stories she was reading warmed her up for sturdy spanking play nicely. “You think you can make me behave?” she teased.

“I think so,” Eamon spanked her right cheek hard.

Sheila winced, and then retorted. “You’re paying attention to me aren’t you?”

“So you think you’re smart do you?” Eamon laid in hard for a good thirty or forty spanks.

It hurt more than Sheila would have liked, but she was also ready to play. “Yes I do.”

Eamon chuckled, and got busy showing Sheila just how smart she was. It was a thorough and sound spanking, but darn it! Sheila grimaced when the game started up again. Half time is just not long enough.

Her bottom was very hot now though, and the next spanking story was even better reading. The commercials during the second half of the game helped keep her bottom the right temperature and by the time the 1st game was over Sheila managed to catch up on four full updates on the woodshed.

They both needed to tend to comfort details between the first and second game. When they were done, Sheila eagerly returned to her position across Eamon’s lap, puffed up the pillow under her chest, and wiggled her bottom happily. Eamon grinned and patted her cheeks making her flesh bounce.

“All set?” he asked.

“Yes thank you,” Sheila smiled up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Good,” Eamon renewed the heat in her bottom while the announcers set the stage for the game that was about to get underway. He had time to warm some other parts too before the action on the field started.

The game occupied his mind, but Sheila’s warm bottom occupied both of Eamon’s hands. The players ran patterns and plays, and Eamon watched them. Sheila read and crooned, and Eamon’s hands kneaded and rubbed her bottom.

The spankings during the second game were much more vigorous and spicy than they were during the first. Halftime was exactly the right length this time, and ended with Sheila bucking to the spasms of a spanking induced climax. Eamon patted and rubbed her more intently when the game resumed. He was a little more distracted than he had been earlier, but he did manage to re-engage with the game.

Sheila relaxed and enjoyed the aftermath of the halftime spanking, ready for the next commercial. She wasn’t able to focus on another story for the moment. During the next commercial, her fingers wandered down between her legs as Eamon warmed her bottom back up. That repeated during the next commercial and the next, and then for some reason, Eamon forgot about the game. When Sheila climaxed again, the last quarter was just starting.

Properly and thoroughly spanked for trying to make Eamon be with her, Sheila shifted herself lengthwise and scooted down on Eamon’s legs so he couldn’t reach her bottom any more. This time it was her turn to attend to his pleasure. She pulled his fly open and fished into his pants for the part of him that was very impatient for the game to end so it could come out.

Eamon objected briefly and tried to keep his mind on the last of the game, but Sheila’s tongue and lips on his penis said things he couldn’t ignore. Sheila didn’t know that Eamon’s eyes had closed. She was too busy to notice that she’d finally managed to get his undivided attention. Both of them lost track of time until Sheila’s ministrations brought Eamon close to crisis.

“Come here brat!” he sat forward and lifted her under her armpits. Sheila looked up and willingly let him lift her up so that he could finish ‘the way God intended.” Mounting him, she rocked vigorously on him until Eamon’s face contorted and he thrust up hard with his climax. Sheila pushed down and ground against him feeling the spasms of his climax like twitches under her.

When he opened his eyes, she grinned with a wicked twinkle. “You missed the end of the game honey.” Eamon smiled back.

“And for that you will be severely punished.”

….  it’s on topic any way…

 

(Same story, just told from a slightly different POV… I had a bit of a cry and I pulled out my shoe boxes.  Stuff I found Fred’s journal entries along with a tattered “sorry mom” letter signed by two wonderful kids went into this revision…)

And I added a bit more of the spicier details for those of you that like that.  I had a really nice session over the ottoman tonight, so nice my bottom is throbbing and the rest of me is nice and relaxed.  I think I just might go round two before bed and add some time with my vibrator after I refresh the burn on my backside…. hope you like this version…

An ordinary day ?

At least that’s how it began. Eamon was appreciative that his wife almost never failed to roll with him and open to his early morning impulses. They were both morning people when it came to sex. “God!” he smiled stretching in the shower. “There’s nothing finer than being blessed with willing cunt in the morning.” He was sated but even so, the healthy ministrations of his hand and the Ivory lathered loofa still managed a momentary rise. If the clock and responsibilities weren’t calling, he might have worked the twinge a little harder to see if he had an athletic round two in him. “God willing,” he closed his eyes thinking … tonight was out there.

His day went predictably for the week before summer school. Finalizing lesson plans, running them by micromanaging superintendents, reviewing the transcripts for the special needs of the kids from the whole school district who were enrolled to make up his subject, meetings with parents and kids – all the usual goal setting. It had lost the appeal it once held for him, though he gave it his all. He was grateful this was his last summer school. Not that teaching had been difficult. It had certainly been, and still was rewarding, but the prospect of entering law enforcement excited him and refreshed his zeal for work.

Eamon’s day ended unexpectedly early. A novelty he wouldn’t get to enjoy again for 11 weeks once classes began Monday. When he got home to an empty house he wasn’t surprised, though his libido had to table the germ of a plan it was hatching. Summer vacation was almost a week in, and it was common for Sheila to have the kids out and about. He changed clothes freshened up and started a nice supper; barbeque lamb, rice, and Sheila’s favorite oriental greens salad with blue cheese.

When Sheila slammed into the house through the laundry room in a pre-occupied cursing fury, Eamon was startled. Clearly her day had not gone well.

She was less than forthcoming about what was up. Her signals were familiar; too familiar. He could interrogate and get immediate answers, escalate her mood, and deal with a hellcat of a wife who’d had a hell of a day, or he could try to let her gentle down and tell him in her own way.

The deciding factor was a haunted look of abject fatigue that flashed across her eyes when he caught her chin and kissed her hello before she could brush him off and push through to the bedroom.

He already knew how yesterday went with the kids. He had an idea that today hadn’t been much better. Turning around from nightshift to day life had always been hard for Sheila. Dealing with two very bright boys with unlimited energy and fuses that lit before 7AM, burned fast and hot, finding a thousand alternating, simultaneous more or less constant flares to set off, all day long required more than love and will. Eamon knew she’d been physically and emotionally out paced.

His wife was a loving, very sturdy parent so the fact that she’d come home alone, tossed a heavy bag of gear by the washer in a huff did raise eyebrows. Eamon let imaginary possibilities hover below the Plexiglas floor of adult reason.

“Where are the kids Sheila?” he intruded when she’d finally scrubbed the day’s stress & grub off her face and neck, hoping he could help her let go of hurdles and find a safe intelligent and secure place she could answer without smoke.

“Tell me honey,” Eamon wrapped his tense trembling wife into arms he hoped would help her feel reassured.

“Out!” She hissed. “I kicked them out of the car six miles ago, maybe eight. I didn’t see any space ships hovering, but if we’re lucky they’re abducted at least until Friday when you can be here with me to deal with their insanity.”

“Every thing was fine until Todd decided he’d rather have perch roll with potato salad rather than his usual blood dripping burger, with lettuce and pickles, but not until AFTER his burger was already served up to him in the only clean basket the girl had.

” ‘It’s a Brown basket! A Daddy’s basket!’ Todd just howled. ‘Daddy gets brown. Mine is red! I want perch! Brown gets perch with hash browns and Ketchup from the bottle! I want ketchup and perch!’ Bless his heart Chris stuck with his usual blue basket, but damned if he didn’t he make a stink about getting it with tan napkins, no fork and with coleslaw instead of curly fries.

“I placed exactly the orders we all agreed on, I swear honey,” Sheila sounded insecure.

“I believe you,” Eamon couldn’t help chuckle hearing the natural defensiveness creep into his wife’s voice.

Sheila let her mind float. “They were so good when we got to Blackbeard’s take out. Before I gave them change for the games I asked – Everyone wants their favorite or something else? When I got the typical pre-occupied, ‘money, already, gimme money, I’m not listening,’ bland pre-occupied, ‘Yeap silly, you know the rules Mom.’ I stupidly took them at their word. The worst thing I could have done, I know!

“I should have put my foot down grabbed and paid for what we got, brown basket, red basket, blue basket or green one, but instead I caved and re-ordered a Perch roll for Todd and curly fries for Chris. What happened? When the new order came all hell broke loose. Your oldest called the waitress a whore, Todd parroted him, and I could hardly manage an apology, so I hauled their butts out of there leaving twenty bucks behind. I was so mad Eamon. I could have cried but some one would have called the authorities on me. Useless mother alert!”

“Was it like that all day?” he pulled her tight, soothing her hair.

“No,” she sighed. “When we got started, we sang, we agreed on a great spot, put out the canopy, set up chairs, and ran the dogs ragged. Todd did a great job floating and they both knocked off well over 200 strokes each of side stroke, breast stroke, backstroke and free-stroke, they pranced around totally enthused when the noon tide surprised all of us, and we got over an hour of boogie boards and body surfing waves. They seized every great boogie wave we could catch. It was fun and peaceful, they were excited the coached each other, and other kids nearby. We had fun!

“Then Todd took the last good wave in as far as possible on his tummy, so he got some sand in his shorts. Chris rode his last ride standing, but his board crunched six feet short of Todd’s. I had to kick my board to pull Chris off Todd. The poor kid was having his victory ground in with a wedgie that was just wrong.” Sheila stopped recounting the day and just shook her head, feeling Eamon’s chuckle. “What is with you men that you learn so young to find that kind of humiliating torture funny? Chris and every other kid around was laughing hysterically, and poor Todd, he couldn’t help but cry, and they pounced! He won the distance on the last ride, and his jealous brother humiliated and took something so little away from him.” Sheila sobbed.

“So what did you do?” Eamon was genuinely interested now.

“I packed us up. I sent Todd back in the water to rinse his trunks, I put Chris to work packing up the boards, the cooler and the canopy. I shipped all the other kids off to their own folks and then I took Chris in the car and told him I thought he’d been a poor sport.”

“Anybody else hear you say that?”

“No,” Sheila whispered. “Not even Todd.”

“You did just fine honey,” Eamon reassured.

“Well you deal with them now. Just look at the car! If they ever come home, just look at their hair – their clothes! Hell Eamon, if my prayers aren’t answered and aliens don’t kidnap them, the coyote’s are probably going to sniff them out and maul them just to get the meal off their clothes. There’s no supper. They’re wearing it, and what they aren’t wearing is spackled and caked all over the back seats and windows. I’m done!”

“Go lie down OK. When they get in, and they will come home, I’ll get them cleaned up, send them in to make it up to you, and then you and I will have another visit with the paddle. OK?” Eamon hugged his wife again and nuzzled her ear.

“Not a bad girl though?” she worried, tipping her face up to search his expression.

“Stress relief. Hard enough and good enough, how’s that?” he cupped her chin and squeezed her lower lip with his thumb.

“Maybe,” Sheila wasn’t sure. He’d already spanked her last night.

“It will do all of us good. I’m looking forward to some nice hot ass tonight, and I think you need something firm to take the edge off. You’re running on raw nerves already and the summer’s hardly started. OK?” he smiled.

“OK,” she blushed. Truth be told her pussy was throbbing. She didn’t just need a spanking, she needed to have her bare backside paddled past the point of tears, and then she needed to be fucked even harder so she could sleep the sleep of the vindicated and the innocent.

No sooner did Sheila’s body ease down onto her bed, but the low rumble of voices wafted under the door and through the walls. Her errant children had come home after all; wisely passed over by intelligent aliens, and avoided by coyote’s with stronger instincts for self preservation than pangs of hunger. She knew she really needn’t have worried, but relief was one of the emotions that shivered through her. Six miles on the rural roads where they lived really was a safe and comparatively short hike even if it was a hot day.

Eamon couldn’t help laughing once he was alone to mull over Sheila’s version of her day. No matter what, he knew he was never going to be able to explain the innate competition that would compel an older brother to re-establish rank with a sand laden wedgie even if the younger sibling won fair and square. He loved her tender empathy for Todd’s plight, but even more, he was proud of her instincts not to belittle Christopher’s poor choice in front of his friends. She put her foot down this time, and he had to laugh at her method. He could just imagine the shocked look on the boys’ faces when she ousted them from the car on the shoulder of the road so far from home. It was hard for him to hold back a full blown belly laugh with the image.

His little men came home as he knew they would, in-spite of their mother’s irrational worries that they’d run away. Eamon did two things when they slunk into the kitchen, first he assured that they knew they were in for a reckoning for giving their mother a hard day and breaking half the rules in the book for acceptable behavior; then he commended them for their strength of character coming home to face the consequences.

“What do you think the proper outcome should be now?” Eamon asked his boys.

Christopher spoke up. “You should spank us.” Todd cried, but when asked if he agreed, he nodded.

“How about your mother?” Eamon coaxed.

“We better tell her we’re sorry,” both boys hiccupped through tears.

“Good, we’re agreed. Shower, change and come talk to Mom first, “Eamon dismissed his boys to their rooms.

**

Eamon served himself some of the supper he made while his wife snoozed and his children cleaned up.

The boys took their time making their way out of their rooms to face the music. They took turns in the shower, and dawdled for as long as they hoped would be allowable before coming back to the kitchen to face their father.

“What do you have to say?” Eamon faced them, his jaw set, and all of his insightful amusement and resolve melting pride properly caged behind a wall he’d had to learn to construct and invoke with difficulty over the years. Disciplining his children was a responsibility he accepted and respected, it was hard though. It tested his confidence and resolve and challenged his intense desire to do right by his family.

“We didn’t mean it,” Christopher spoke for the pair, Todd nodded.

“You told your mother you wanted your favorite, then bickered when you got what you asked for?”

“But she put mine in the wrong basket Dad?” Todd argued.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“I guess,” he shrugged.

“Were you going to eat the basket too?”

“Dad!”

“I’m serious young man. You got your order right. How many times do you get your supper on the same color plate in this house?”

“Sometimes?”

“Always?”

“No.”

“Is the food wrong on a blue plate instead of a green plate?

“No.”

“Then why the tantrum in a restaurant when your mother was trying to give you a special day and a special treat?”

Todd shrugged. ” But…”

“No buts young man. You know the answer and it isn’t but.”

Eamon turned his attention to the oldest.

“Who took the longest wave in all the way?”

“Todd,” Chris barely whispered his response.

“Who?” Eamon growled.

“He did!” Christopher snapped.

“Yes he did! Only a poor sport does what you did.”

“But I came in on my feet!”

“Was that the goal ?”

“No, but I did it, and he didn’t!”

“Your seven year old brother took a wave farther up the beach than you. Last time I checked distance was the prize. At least in the game we’ve been playing until now. Did you win?”

“No.”

“Would you like it if I sanded your privates and made you cry in front of your friends because you won and I lost?”

“No.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know.” Eamon’s tone was firm. Christopher nodded. Eamon didn’t push. He could see the shame in the silent admission, and he understood the instinct and the lesson that the boy had to internalize. No amount of lecturing or pain was going to make it real, only time, trust and success applying the lessons would make it real for him.

“Your mother’s worn out do you know that?”

Both boys nodded.

“She works hard looking after sick people all night. That makes her very tired staying up all day for a few days, right?”

“Yes,” two strained voices responded.

“What’s with both of you throwing food all over the car after Mom played with you all day and went out of her way to get you a treat for supper, paying double because one of you had a tantrum in public?”

“He pissed me off!” Todd stomped his foot and put both hands on his hips. Christopher wilted.

“You both crossed the line. What’s the solution?” Eamon’s tone was filled with warning.

“We’ll clean the car and tell mom we’re sorry?” Christopher tentatively volunteered.

“Fair start,” Eamon nodded. You will tell your mother you’re sorry. You will clean the car as best you can, and you will give up your allowances until the deep cleaning is paid for. Anything else?”

“Spanking?” Todd winced.

“Think you earned it?”

Both kids looked at each other, grimaced and hiccupped. “Yessir”

“Go kiss your mom, tell her you’re sorry, get your supper plates and take them to your rooms.”

Both kids started crying, but they obeyed.

Sheila embraced her boys when they tentatively opened and asked if they could come through her bedroom door. She hugged them and pulled them onto her bed with her. Apologies were easy. Hugs and kisses and chatter took a while. Eamon called a halt after about twenty minutes. The boys obeyed, collected their supper plates and went to their rooms.

Doors & windows were locked, their children were situated according to the house rules, in this case Todd took 5 licks of the strap, Christopher took 10, both boys ate their supper with their father stretched out in bed with them and both talked over their upsets privately with Dad. When their doors closed each was allowed to read whatever book was open until they were ready to sleep. Eamon took the time he needed to decompress and watch the news. Once all mandated bases were covered, he let his desires stray.

About an hour before he planned to call it a night, more than three hours after he gave her a supper tray, Eamon opened the bedroom door and told his wife to get in the corner and take her panties down. She’d been blissfully asleep, but was still desperately aroused. All she needed was about ten minutes to come to and some time to wash the sleep off her face.

She was given that and more.

“Did you handle today as well as you could have?” Eamon scolded as soon as he opened the bedroom door then closed it behind him.

“I tried honey!” Sheila whispered.

“If I said you did better than I would have what would you say?” he hissed with mock sternness.

“Did I?” she turned her face out of the corner with hope in her eyes.

“Mostly yes, your sense of their egos is uncanny, but you should have kept them in the car, brought them home and spanked them both right away.”

“I just can’t Eamon. What if I was wrong?”

“Were you?”

“No.”

“They need you to be firm Sheila.”

“I was Eamon. I put my foot down. I gave them what for. I just can’t spank. I just can’t.” Sheila sobbed.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Why?’

“Because you end up being the heavy all the time.”

“I think your six mile walk trumped any reasonable spanking baby. I’m impressed, ” Eamon laughed, and Sheila couldn’t help herself, she laughed too.

“Get over,” Eamon cut off discussion and ordered Sheila across his lap. She held back, but ultimately leaned down placing her bare bottom where it needed to be.

Eamon picked up the nine inch Bath & Body works bath brush Sheila got as a shower guest door prize years earlier and laid in hard. It was the spanking implement she feared and responded well to most. He reserved it for occasions when the point was particularly important. He knew that pain and tears were called for, and he knew that she needed to feel the effects for a few days. A nice red ass did wonders for Sheila’s sexual responsiveness, but periodically, it took more to break through her fears and insecurities. That need served them both well, and fortunately, usually the timing of their need to seek outlet meshed well. This was one of those times.

Eamon spanked Sheila as hard as he ever had, and Sheila lifted her bottom for it. Punishment and sex hadn’t blended well for them in the early part of their marriage, but in recent years they’d begun to open up to each other about the more secret aspects of the discipline they shared. A sound spanking was much more than a consequence, it was a pressure release valve for the natural tensions between them and it was an intensely satisfying outlet for their mutual sexual energies. This time Sheila needed to have her backside blistered, she needed to let go of the things she perceived as personal failures.

For Sheila, her husband was never more sexy than when he was firm, and uncompromising; though sometimes she was afraid of the pain and ashamed of her attitude, the certainty of consequences and his control and physical power always turned her on. For Eamon his wife’s sometimes reluctant submission turned him on even more than the visual and tactile rush of spanking her did. Dominating her and her response to it, even struggling and tears appealed to a deep need in him, especially because he knew how deeply she needed it.

This spanking’s intensity was amplified more than usual by their shared sexual kink. Sheila began to cry almost immediately, though instead of struggling against the pain, she embraced it. After a few minutes, as Eamon began to slow the pace, Sheila grasped the comforter tensed her whole body and gasped.

“No honey please, don’t stop. Harder. Spank me harder! Make me come. Please, do it hard!”

Eamon’s cock stiffened as he obliged his wife. He loved it when she needed the brutal side of him like this. Sheila responded to the faster harder spanking lifting her bottom with rhythmic thrusts. The guttural sounds she made as her mind and body reveled in the challenge of intensifying pain and pleasure spurred him on to sustain the harsh cadence.

“Oh fuck! Ow! Oh God! I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Ow! Ow! Fuck! Don’t stop! Harder honey! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Sheila’s whole being felt like it exploded when the first intense percussive spasms took her cunt. “Oh Fuck! Ungggggg! Harder!, More!” Her hips churned as she rode out a blissful climax. When she was spent, her body eased and relaxed. She became a boneless compliant contented woman comfortable across Eamon’s lap, her bottom wobbling and soft as he administered ten very hard finishing smacks, and then, when he applied his hands to squeeze and rub her flaming flesh, she cooed, her arousal immediately began to crest again. It was Eamon’s turn now, and she could tell by the brutality of his massage, that he needed to fuck her hard and fast. She eased closer to his body, pressing his rigid cock between her pelvis and his, humping with the squeezing rhythm of his hands, encouraging his ministrations.

“Mmmmm you’re ass is hot. You are so fucking sexy when you’re properly spanked and I know you’re going to sit tender for a good long time,” Eamon lifted Sheila to stand in front of him, Standing with her to pull open his fly and release himself. He didn’t waste time taking his pants of, but rather dropped them just enough to get down to business. He settled back down on the bed, resting back on his elbows. “Get on and ride me bitch. Ride it or I’ll whip your ass harder.”

Sheila smiled and obeyed climbing up on her knees above him. Both of them gasped as her slick warm pussy eased down on his thick rigid shaft. Sheila teased, pushing down slowly forcing Eamon to grasp her ass and pull her down hard. “Fuck me!” he growled. Leaning down Sheila kissed Eamon, her hips rocking quickly, and grinding her slick juices onto his pelvis. Her movements were fluid, as her tongue penetrated his mouth begging for his to reciprocate. Quickly reaching the pleasure, plateau, Sheila closed her eyes and stretched back upright riding her husband like a queen. She wanted it to last forever, his cock filling her, his hands squeezing her bruised battered bottom, but it couldn’t. She held off the spasms of a second climax for a little longer than four minutes, but inevitably her body couldn’t stop it. Need forced her thrusts to become faster until her comfortably swift canter became a desperate gallup, Eamon responded thrusting up and grinding hard with her each time her hips rocked her pussy and pulsing clit against him.

“That’s it baby, fuck it, fuck it hard!” Eamon felt the spasms shudder through her and reveled as the muscles of her cunt clamped and released him

“Jesus honey! I love you so much,” she whispered, leaning back down to kiss Eamon again.

“I love you too,” Eamon rolled them, spreading her thighs wide, placing her calves over his shoulders using the natural tension of the stretch as leverage for his thrusts. Now it was his turn to fuck, and his need was intense. Fast and hard his cock was a piston inside her engine Sheila watched his face as he thrust toward his release, smiling and gripping his arms when his eyes closed and his face froze in the familiar grimace that signaled the point of no return. She thrust with him when his hips literally pounded the first jets of his come into her, and then they both reveled grinding out the last perfect spasms of completion together.

They kissed and held each other remaining coupled for many more minutes. Sheila was first to break the trance.

“Will you spank me again in the morning please?”

Eamon laughed. “Take care young lady you might get more than you bargain for.”

“Yes please,” she smiled, and rolled so she could spoon her very well tended bottom back up against his belly and cock. Sheila fell asleep and did not rouse when Eamon got up to undress and tuck both of them under the covers.

Sheila was given exactly what she asked for before Eamon went off to work the next day, Another spanking just a little bit too hard, so that when Eamon kissed her good bye, he was treated to the endearing sight of her tear stained face, gentle smile and “thank you.” He went into his day with the image of his wife stretched out on her stomach with her bare bottom very red and bruised on display.

Sheila had a much better day. In fact, the sense of calm stayed with her for several days. Eamon wouldn’t have to spank her hard again for well over a month, though they did enjoy some stinging play more than once in the interim.