Polite Dick

I love my "polite dick" of a hubby, haha.  He always seems to know just what I want and need.  He can be perfectly vanilla at times, or rowdy and rough!  Of course most of the time I prefer it on the rougher side.  Nothing gets me revved up more than the feel of his hand slapping me hard across my round bottom as I am bent over his knees.

We love role playing, erotic spankings/punishments, and some mild BDSM.  He is definitely the dominate in our relationship, and is great at making it "hurt so good." Hubby is always open to new suggestions, and will try pretty much anything I ask him to do to me.  Hey, after 9 years of marriage, you have to make sure things stay interesting.

Really, he is not even close to being a dick at all.  He is loving and adoring, always makes me feel attractive, and goes out of his way to pleasure me.  I only hope that he feels the same about me.

Maybe I should give him an extra special treat tonight, to remind him just how much I appreciate him.  Only 30 more minutes until my babes are in bed, let the count down for Naughty Mommy/Daddy time begin!

 

A Misinterpretation

Mandy's boss was going to blow a gasket.  He had a very important meeting today in about 30 minutes, and as his personal assistant, it was her responsibility to ensure that all the correct paper work be laid out in the conference room- along with waters, coffee, light snacks, and anything else that may be necessary.  However, she was not even in the office yet.  Her car had decided to refuse to run today, forcing her to take the bus into town and then practically run (in heels) down 3 blocks to her office building.  She was now using the short elevator ride to try and compose herself, and think of how she was going to explain this situation to Mr. Larkin.

When she had started working for him, about 4 months ago, everyone had told her what a hard ass he was, and not to be deceived by his devilish good looks.  At 45, he had salt-and-pepper hair, crystal blue eyes, and a strong jawline that seemed to exude confidence.  He didn't stand for incompetence or disorganization.  Fortunately for Mandy, she was the queen of organization, and a hard worker to boot.  She loved leaving work at the end of the day with a feeling that she had done the best she could.  Mr. Larkin must have felt she was doing well too, because they had been getting along swimmingly.  She had even been able to get the stern financial lawyer to crack a  handsome smile last week when she had beat him to the punch at printing out some needed paperwork.

"You're a girl after my own heart, Mandy," he had praised, making her beam with pride.

What was it that her grandmother had always told her growing up? Pride cometh before a fall.  That never seemed truer than right now.  As she stepped off the elevator she could see into the conference room through the big, open double doors.  There was Mr. Larkin, looking displeased, distributing file folders filled with the necessary papers at each seat.  He happened to look up and see her rushing to take over.

"There you are!  I do not want to discuss why you are late at the moment," he said when he saw her open her mouth in an obvious attempt to start explaining herself.  "I just want you to finish preparing the room, while I go to greet the clients.  We can discuss your tardiness later," he finished grimly.

"Yes sir," was all Mandy could say.  She quickly gave the room a once over.  Everything seemed to already be done, except for fresh hot coffee.  She dashed over to the break room to begin brewing it.  As it was percolating, Mandy's mind worrying about how Mr. Larkin would reprimand her later.  Would he merely scold her verbally, dock part of her wages, or worst case scenario, terminate her.  She really hoped that he would be understanding.  She loved this job, and it paid better than any job she had ever had before.  She had actually been able to set money aside to buy a new car, which she had planned to do this weekend.  Well, it was one weekend too late now!  Stupid car!

Once the coffee was finished she placed it on a serving tray with several mugs, and started back towards the conference room.  The doors were closed now, so the meeting must have already begun.  Great she was late again.  She was just about to open the doors and go in to serve coffee, when she thought she heard Mr. Larkin say something to the group about his "personal assistant."

Mandy felt incredibly hurt.  Was Mr. Larkin really berating her in front of a whole room of clients?  How humiliating!  Mandy leaned towards the door again, and tried to listen closely to what was being said.  Unfortunately, the doors were made of a thick wood and it was hard to follow the exact conversation.  She was able to make out phrases here and there, though, and what she heard was incredibly distressing.  She could have sworn that after hearing someone mention that 'some sort of action should be taken immediately to the offense', someone else said something about a...'SPANK!', and then there was a round of agreement from everyone in there!

She had just been a little late, due to circumstances that were out of her control.  How dare these people sit in there, and discuss possible consequences for her when they didn't even know the entire story.  And worst of all they were suggesting something so barbaric and old fashioned, it almost seemed like some kind of bad dream.  She shook her head; she must have misheard them.  She pushed her ear up against the door now, completely forgetting about the coffee needing to be served.  She strained to hear the voices in the other room.  For a while they all sounded a bit muffled, then, clear as a bell, she heard the word 'spank' again, then something about being 'bent over', and lastly recognized Mr. Larkin's voice saying, "I absolutely agree."

Mandy was furious!  She flung open the door, marched inside, and began to loudly announce, "If you think for one second that I would ever allow you to bend me over and give me a spanking merely for being late, or for any other matter, you are sorely mistaken Mr. Larkin!  And how dare all of you sit in here and discuss something so absolutely inappropriate about a person you have never even met before.  I am horrified and dismayed at your anti-feministic viewpoints and whole hearted agreement in causing someone physical pain!  MY CAR BROKE DOWN!"

Upon finishing her rant she set down the coffee tray, squared her shoulders, took a couple deep breaths, and then turned to stare down Mr. Larkin.  Everyone seemed shocked and surprised at her dramatic entrance and heated speech.

"Gentlemen, this irate young lady is my personal assistant, the one I was telling you about earlier.  If you'll remember, I was explaining how I didn't know how I ever managed before she started working for me," Mr. Larkin calmly stated.  He was sitting at the head of the table, with his fingers crossed in front of him on the table, and an almost wicked smirk on his face.  "Then, of course, we began discussing the South Pacific American Nautical Company, or as we affectionally refer to it SPANC, and how now is the time to take action, since they are really bent over a barrel financially."  When he finished, Lawrence Larkin returned his gaze to Mandy and cocked an eyebrow, successfully lobbing the conversational ball back into her court, and hitting her square in the forehead with it.

Mandy felt like she was drowning.  Once she understood what her boss was telling her, she felt so foolish.  Why would they all have been talking about her?  Of course they were talking business.  These were well-to-do clients with valuable time, time they wouldn't waste discussing a silly personal assistant.  She had let her imagination run away with her fears, and now she was really going to pay for it.

She couldn't seem to breath in more than tiny little gasping breaths, as she stood there trying to figure out what to say or do.  Part of her wished she would just stop breathing and die right here on the spot; that had to be better than the utter mortification she felt right now.  Every set of eyes was on her, waiting for her next move.

"Uh, well, it looks as though, uh, I may have misinterpreted the little bit of the conversation I, uh, accidentally overheard as I, uh, brought you lovely gentlemen some coffee," Mandy stammered as she tried to force a smile across her strained face.  "If you'll just excuse me, I'm sure you all have many important matters to discuss." She turned towards the doors, and began to escape the room as quickly as possible.  To her utmost horror, Mr. Larkin rose and began following her out.

"If you all would be so kind as to give me a moment," he said as he stepped out of the room and closed the doors behind them.  He then rounded on Mandy, "That was one of the most disgraceful scenes I have ever witnessed, not only for you, but for me and my company as well.  You have the rest of the day to think up a really good reason for me to not fire you!  Which I really don't want to do.  You do a very good job, and if I have to terminate you at the end of the day, it will just make this day worse than it already is."  Then he calmly returned to the conference room, quipping out something humorous; causing everyone to laugh, and putting them all at ease.

Mandy had spent the rest of the day hiding at her desk, and racking her brains trying to come up with a list of all her positive qualities.  However, no matter how many she came up with, none of them seemed to outweigh the ridiculous spectacle she had made of herself.  Finally, she had remembered another of her grandmother's favorite sayings, "Desperate times, call for desperate measures."  She knew what she needed to do, even though it went against everything she felt she believed in.  At 4:45 that evening, right before closing time, she marched herself down to Mr. Larkin's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said simply.  He put away what he was working on, and gave her is undivided attention, "Well, what have you come up with?"

Mandy took a deep calming breath.  She reminded herself that no matter what happened in here tonight, she would still be the same capable personal assistant that she had always been tomorrow.  She clenched her fists to keep them from shaking, and forced herself to look into her boss's eyes.

"Mr. Larkin, after much contemplation, I feel that there is no good reason I can give you to keep from firing me.  My horrible behavior today is completely inexcusable," Mandy said sadly.  "However, I have another idea that I am hoping will help to clean my slate, to an extent."  At this point she stopped and seemed to be having a little trouble gathering the courage she needed to continue her well prepared speech.  She looked down at her toes, and then back at Mr. Larkin.

"Go on..," he encouraged, "I'm quite curious about what you are going to suggest."

"Well, sir. Well....I think...I think I deserve a spanking," she said softly.  Then words just started spilling out of her at a fast rate, "I think it only seems fitting, after the events that transpired today. After  all, it was a the idea of a spanking that seemed to spark my little outburst earlier, and, though it may seem unorthodox, I think that it will help me recover from my guilt and you from your anger."

"What about spankings being anti-feministic, and all that other nonsense you were spouting earlier?" he asked.

"Well, I've been thinking of my grandmother a lot today," oh heavens, now she sounded like a crazy person again she thought, but continued on, "and she used to live by the adage 'spare the rod, spoil the child,' and to be honest I think I've acted much more like a child today than a grown woman."

"So you were spanked as a child, Mandy?" Mr. Larkin inquired.

"Yes sir.  Not very often, I was a pretty well behaved, but occasionally I would get into a bit of mischief," she replied.

"Let's say I entertain this little idea of yours,"he began, "I want you to realize that the spanking I give you will be much worse than any you ever received from your grandmother.  Also, you will have to do exactly as I tell you, no matter how uncomfortable it may make you feel.  Do you understand?"

She searched his face with her eyes.  Could she really do this?  Did she have any other choice?  She really loved this job, and really liked Mr. Larkin.  He was a good businessman and boss; she didn't want to feel that she had disappointed him.  "I understand," she finally answered, sounding much braver than she felt.

"Alright then.  I think this in fact may be a good solution to out little problem, so let's begin."  He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a thin, whippy, stainless steel ruler.  It was very modern and sleek looking, and right now was scaring the hell out of Mandy.

Was he planning on using that to spank her?  'Of course he was, stupid,' she told herself.  This is going to be a real spanking, with real pain, and she was just going to have to deal with it.

"Mandy, I need you to come forward and bend over the front of my desk," he commanded.  She did as she was told.  "You may reach out and grab the opposite edge with your hands if you need to, it may help you resist the urge to use them to cover you bottom during your punishment."  Mandy reached out and grabbed the edge of the desk in front of her and then laid her head down flat on the desktop.  The wood top felt cool on her  right check.  She closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart, as she waited for him to begin.  She had noticed that the ruler was still laying on the desk.  Maybe he wasn't planning on using it after, all she thought.

Then she felt him touch her, and she jumped in reaction, assuming that he was ready to strike.  However, his touch was quite gentle as he pulled up her black, pencil skirt, and then pulled down her black lacy panties.  She hadn't expected him to bare her bottom.  It made her feel even more uncomfortable and ashamed.  She was ready to cry, and they hadn't even started yet.

"I'm ready to get started now.  This is your last chance to change your mind.  If you would rather be fired than go through with this, then you may go pack up your desk and leave," Mr. Larkin explained, more to her naked rear, than to her it seemed.  She hesitated a moment, and then shook her head.  She was going to get what she deserved.

"Good choice, my dear.  The first part of your spanking is going to be with my hand, and then I'll finish with my ruler," he instructed matter-of-factly.  Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him roll up his sleeves, and get in position.

A moment later she felt a hard stinging slap across her bottom.  "Oh!" she startled, and before she had time to really process just how much it hurt, there came another and another.  The pain her bottom was experiencing was so much worse than she had imagined!  He had a steady pattern going- left, right, left, right, but all Mandy could think was that they were- hard, hard, hard.

She could feel the heat rising across her rump, and imagined it must be getting very red now.  Her hands were griping the side of the desk with all her strength.  She was now squirming and wiggling around in place in response to the torment he was creating with his never ending swats.  Left, right, left, right- her quiet little yelps were now turning into loud squeals and apologies.  She didn't know how many she had received, all she knew was that it was too many.  She couldn't take anymore, even told him so, but he didn't seem to hear her.  He just continued on like a machine- LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT.  Tears were streaming down her face when he finally stopped.

"You may take a moment to compose yourself, Mandy,"her boss said not unkindly.  She reached back to rub her poor abused bottom.  It was so hot to the touch it felt like it had been baking in an oven.  It also felt quite raw and bruised, and none of her massaging seemed to be making it any better.  She decided to put her hands to better use by wiping the tears off her face and trying to straighten her hair.  She knew she must look a mess.

After allowing her a few minutes to get under control, Mr. Larkin announced, "Now for your final 10 strokes with the ruler." OH NO!  Mandy had completely forgotten about the ruler!

"Mr. Larkin, please, please no more.  My bottom hurts so bad already, and I'm so sorry!" Mandy pleaded.  Her bottom might fall off and die if it was expected to take any more tonight.

"Mandy, you embarrassed me and yourself in front of a room full of very influential and valuable clients today, after easing dropping in on a private meeting," he reminded her. "Now bend back over the desk, and prepare yourself for the rest of your punishment.  And remember, this was your idea."

She slowly repositioned herself across the desk.  She did deserve this.  She gripped the edge of the desk again, and squeezed her eyes shut.  When the ruler came swinging down and made contact with her skin, she had a moment to think, 'it didn't fall off and die, it exploded instead,' before letting out a high pitched, "Aaahhhhh!"  She grabbed her bottom and could already feel welts raising up from where the sides of the ruler had impacted.  Tears were running down her face again.

"Get back into position, Mandy.  I know you want this to be over, so let me finish," he said firmly yet gently.  She somehow managed to get back across the desk, even in her distressed state, and stay there for the rest of her spanking.  She thought, though, that it was because she didn't have any strength left in her to move.  Each strike felt like she was being busted open, and by the time he finished she was openly sobbing.

Mr. Larkin then gingerly helped right her clothing, lifted her up off the desk, and wrapped his arms around her.  He caressed her back and whispered how proud he was of her, telling her that she had been very strong and brave.  It was so comforting to hear, and made Mandy feel so much better.

After a while, Mr. Larkin pulled away, and announced that he had one more issue to deal with before the work day was over.  He went around his desk and opened the side drawer.

"I've noticed how hard you have been working around here, and I wanted to show you that I really appreciate it.  You really are the best assistant I have ever had, and may I add the prettiest," he said with a wink, causing Mandy to blush, "and now that I don't have to fire you, I want you to have this little bonus check.  I'm hoping you will put it towards buying a new car, and we can avoid any more situations like this again in the future."

"Oh! thank you sir....for all of it, for everything," Mandy replied sincerely.




 

Ring "Master"

Lana, also known as "Lala"- the little girl clown", was in trouble.  She was standing in the shadows behind the curtain waiting for the trapeze bit to finish.  She was dressed in her usual costume:  a short blue dress with large white polka dots.  The skirt flared out at the bottom and showed off her large white ruffled pantaloons underneath.  She also had on her oversized pink clown shoes, and a matching big, pink bow sitting right on top her head between her blonde pigtails.

Normally, this was the part of her day that she lived for.  In a moment she would run out to the center ring, begin following behind Ringmaster Charles's back, and mock him causing the audience to laugh with glee.  Eventually, he would "figure out" what was going on.  He would then chase her around a couple times before suddenly cutting across the ring, sitting in a chair, and waiting for her to run straight into him and fall across his lap.  Then her ringmaster would begin giving her a "spanking."

It never hurt, and always brought great laughs from the audience as his hand came down across her bottom.  She imagined it looked very similar to the spanking scenes you used to see on I Love Lucy.  Charles would act like he was really letting her have it, while she flailed around trying to escape.  In the end, he would stand her up, shake his finger at her, and point to the exit.  "Lala" would then stomp off with a pout while rubbing her bottom.  Once she was halfway out, she would turn to him, stick out her tongue, and then run away.  The kids and adults loved it, and secretly Lana really loved it too.

She had had a crush on Charles since she was a real little girl.  They had grown up in the circus together- playing, working, and training for the day they would take over their parents' positions.  They had been best friends, but somewhere in the mix of growing up they had slipped apart.  That's why Lana had been so surprised when Charles had come to her with the idea of the "spanking act."  She had agreed immediately, of course.  She would do anything for him, even if it seemed a little embarrassing.  She hadn't realized how much she would truly enjoy that time spent over his lap.  She had come to worry that the audience or Charles would notice how wet her pantaloons would get during the performance.  The spankings always left her aching for something more.  She would hurry through her duties after the show so she could try and find a secluded spot where she could rub and finger herself to relief.  This is what put her in the predicament she was in now.

The night before, Lana had found a nice, quiet, secluded spot in one of the storage trailers, and went to work on herself immediately.  Her panties were soaked as she pulled them down to her knees.  Then she started thinking about Charles strong arm holding her down and his hand resting on her protruding backside before he would begin his swats.  She squatted down, began to rub herself with her right hand, while simultaneously fingering herself with her left hand.  She mumbled, "Please spank me again, Mr. Ringmaster," right before she climaxed in wonderful waves of ecstasy.  When she finally opened her eyes, the wonderful, relaxed feeling she had finally found vanished.  There was Charles standing over her and staring down at her very exposed state.

"What do you think you are doing in here?  This is incredibly inappropriate.  This ladder needed to be put away, and I almost asked Stan to do it for me.  What if he would have seen you like this?" Charles demanded.

Stan was the 12 year old son of the lion tamer.  It would have been terrible if he had found her like this!  Lana didn't even want to think about it.  She began hurriedly trying to cover herself.  She didn't think she had ever felt so humiliated.  She had to get out of here!  Once she was dressed she tried to push past him, but he grabbed a hold of her arm and wouldn't let go.

"Oh no.  As the ringmaster of this circus it is my responsibility to ensure everyone abides by the rules.  This keeps everyone safe and happy.  I feel as though you have behaved in a way that needs reprimanding.  Let me be clear though, I'm not upset about what you were doing, but the place you chose to do it in.  And since it seems that, from what I heard you mumbling," he said with a little smile on his face, "it's a spanking that put you in this trouble, and I think a spanking should get you out of it as well."

Lana's felt almost as if she were in a bad dream.  Had she really heard him correctly?  Not only had he caught her masturbating to ideas of him spanking her, now he wanted to punish her in the same way?  She had a feeling this was not going to be the same kind of fun over-the-knee sessions she was used to. She wanted to tell him no, but at the same time she really wanted to feel his hands on her again, even if it was in punishment.  What was wrong with her?  Before she knew it, she was giving her consent.   "Yes.  I agree," she whispered.  Then instantaneously thought, 'Wait, what? Did I really just say that?'

"Good," Charles replied, with a hint of surprise.  This was turning out to be one of the best nights of his life.  He had dreamed about being able to spank Lana's perfectly round butt for years.  Why else would he have come to her suggesting the spanking scene for the show? And now, not only had he walked in on her vigorously touching herself to the same idea, he was going to be able to give her a real spanking for it.  It was such a relief to know that she was thinking of him during her naughty time, hiding in the trailer, since he had had those kind of thoughts about her for quite some time as well. "Let's go," he said as he steered her towards his mobile home.

Charles took her by the hand and started walking at quick pace.  He didn't stop until they were in his bedroom.  As nervous as she was, she still felt disappointed when he let go of her hand.  He turned and faced her. There was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before; was it lust?

Charles leaned in close to her and inhaled, "You always smell so good, Lana." Then he reached forward and unbuttoned her pants.  Lana felt as though she was melting from his body heat.  If she leaned in just a bit, her lips would touch his.  Then he turned, walked over to the end of the bed, and sat down.

"Are you ready to begin?" Charles asked in a low voice.  Lana seemed incapable of speech.  She stared into his beautiful blue eyes, and finally shook her head yes.  "Then pull down your shorts and panties, and come lay across my lap."

"You want me to take my clothes off?!" she said outraged at the idea of baring her privates to him.  She was wearing a pink tank top and some old faded blue jean shorts, and wanted every stitch of it to stay on.

"I've already seen all there is to see, thanks to your little one-man show," Charles retorted with a smirk.  "Now pull them down and get over here or I will do it for you."  Lana felt herself blush at his reminder of why they were here.  He didn't sound mean, but he said it with such confidence that Lana knew he meant what he said.  She took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and with shaking hands shimmied her shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs.  She wouldn't look at him as she quickly walked over and all but flung herself over his lap.

Charles thought she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen.  She was curvy in all the right places, her skin was so soft and smooth looking, she had an angelic face with pretty big, golden brown eyes, and full pink lips.  She had washed off all her clown make-up after the show and changed clothes, but had left in her pigtails, making her look younger than her 23 years.

Lana's round, white bottom was now angled up at him, begging to be slapped.  He reached out and squeezed her right cheek, causing her to suck in a breathe and tighten up her body.  He continued to massage her, moving from one side to the other until he felt her relax.  Then he pulled his hand back and came down with a hard smack.  Her bottom bounced, and Lana gasped in response.

Whatever Lana had envisioned would happen during this spanking, it certainly hadn't started with such an erotic massage of her derriere.  She never wanted him to stop, it was as if one of her day dreams had come true.  Then suddenly she was shocked to her senses by the sting of his palm coming down across her backside-HARD, and it didn't stop with just one.  Charles had a quick, steady pace of smacks raining down all over her bottom.  He refused to let up, even when she began squealing and wiggling in protest.  The punishment that had started off as a mere stinging feeling was now really starting to burn and ache, and his iron hand continued on, over and over again.  Smack, smack, smack!

"Oh, please Charles, no more!"she pleaded, as she tried to reach up and shield herself with her hand. "I'm so sorry. Please no more.  It's really hurting."

"I think you can take a few more, Lana," he explained as he pulled her hand out of the way and held it in place across her back, "I want to make sure you have really learned your lesson."  His eyes were fully concentrated on her bottom.  He had been mesmerized as it had turned from light pink to bright red.  When his hand would come down he could feel the heat radiating off of her.  He landed a few more firm slaps before he stopped and began to rub her glorious bottom all over.

Lana moaned in relief.  The spanking had hurt, but it hadn't been too bad, more humiliating than anything else.  Now that Charles was rubbing her bottom again she was able to reflect on the event, and realized that, while yes, it was uncomfortable, it had been kind of a good hurt.  Was she really that obsessed with this man that, even when he punished her, she was so grateful for his attention that she enjoyed it?  No, this whole thing had been exciting in a taboo type way.  She felt naughty, aroused even, and all this rubbing was just making it worse.  Suddenly, he pulled her up so that she was sitting on his lap.

"Well, have you learned your lesson?  Are you going to behave yourself from now on?" Charles asked huskily.  His face was so close to hers.  She slowly nodded her head, her eyes glued to his.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked. "How each day I try and find every excuse I can to run into, but then try my best not to show it, so that no one will accuse me of favoring you?  But I do favor you."

Then his mouth was on hers and he was laying her on his bed.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair.  She must really be dreaming.  'Please don't wake up,' she kept thinking as he slid a finger into her.  She moaned at the pleasure it caused mixed with the tingling sensation across her bottom from her spanking.  She opened her eyes and looked at him.  She felt somewhat drunk from all this stimulation, but was still able to realize that somehow she had lost her shirt and bra, leaving her completely nude, while he was still completely dressed.  Lana decided that needed to change quickly.  She reached up and pulled his snug navy t-shirt up and over his wide chest, then past his handsome face.  Then she ran her fingers down the strong muscles in his arms before unbuttoning his blue jeans, and using her feet to help pull them down.  She smiled at him when she realized he had nothing on under them, and had been going commando.

"No underwear, Mr. Ringmaster?" she asked in a teasing tone.  He merely responded with a mischievous smile, like he had had this rendezvous planned out all day.  He seemed so sure of himself, Lana wondered if maybe he had.

After that he laid down over her and began kissing her hungrily again.  Their hands and mouths were everywhere.  They each took a turn pleasing the other with their lips and tongues.  Lana loved his taste and the feel of his hard, dripping cock in her mouth.  She loved the way he had made her lose control with his head between her legs even more.  Finally, he slipped his cock deep inside her pussy, filling her completely.  He started slowly moving in and out, but Lana was greedy and wanted more.  She dug her nails into his behind and pulled him towards her trying to pick up the pace.  Charles laughed at her eagerness and happily obliged; plunging in and out of her with a hard, fast rhythm.  She could feel the wonderful pleasure building inside her.  Suddenly he grabbed and squeezed her tender cheeks, causing her to scream out his name as she came. He finished soon after with a growl, and collapsed on top of her.

They spent quite some time after that talking and laughing like they had when they had been young, except that now they were naked and cuddled up in each other arms.  Right before Lana had fallen asleep Charles had leaned in and whispered, "Tonight was only the first part of your spanking.  You'll get the rest tomorrow during the show."

At the time Lana was feeling so euphoric from their love making and snuggling that she thought, 'That silly man, he should stop teasing me and let me sleep', but when she woke up the next morning she realized she may have misjudged him.  He had already gone to take care of his duties, but had left her a note:  'Until tonight my sweet Lala. Love, Your Ringmaster.'

Now here she was, standing in the shadows, waiting to walk into a crowded arena, and be spanked on an already sore bottom in front of hundreds of people.  Was he crazy?  Was she crazy?  Was she really going to let him do this to her?  Apparently so, because as soon as it was time, she found herself walking out to do her scene.

Lala played her part perfectly.  She even ran straight to him and threw herself over his lap just like she was suppose to.  She thought she must really be a glutton for punishment, or maybe just for him.  She still couldn't really tell.  When his hand made stinging contact on her rump she yelped out in pain.  She was afraid for a moment that the audience might realize that this wasn't just acting, but they all laughed like every other night.  The idea that nobody realized she was truly being spanked seemed to excite her even more then their play spankings.  Yes, these hurt more, but no one knew.  He was turning her bottom bright red with his firm hand and it was their own little secret!  Each time his hand came swinging down she felt more nervous and thrilled by the situation.  Right when she felt her poor behind could take no more, he stopped, and ever so slightly ran his hand down towards her pussy so he could feel how wet her pantaloons were.  It was like some type of sex game, and she felt it was over all too quickly.

As he lifted her up to shake his finger at her, he quickly whispered, "And the only place I better catch you rubbing yourself tonight is in my bed." Then he gave her a wink and pointed for her to leave.  As she turned to stick her tongue out at him, she couldn't hide the big smile on her face.

Dirty Mouth? Get It Clean with a Little Cock Sucking!

This will be my first ever naughty story.  I hope you enjoy!

Penny was laying on the couch with her husband Jake.  They were enjoying the Sunday afternoon together.  She was reading while he was enjoying a football game on t.v., and both were sipping on beers.  Jake had been caressing her her thigh, but was slowly making his way up her sun dress, making Penny smile and squirm.  In her excitement, she suddenly let her beer slip from her fingers.  It spilled all over the place in a big, wet, foamy mess.  The cold liquid shocked her and forced the word, "shit!" right out of her mouth.  Jake couldn't help but give that handsome, crooked smile of his as he looked at his pretty wife.  She was sitting there on the couch looking irritated and surprised all at the same time.  Her pretty pink, beer-soaked sundress was now clinging to her breasts and slightly transparent, showing off her lacy bra underneath.  However, the thing that made him the most excited was that she had done something he had been waiting for her to do for quite some time, she had said a curse word.

Six months back Penny had left Jake a letter explaining that she was wanting something else from their relationship.  She had wanted Jake to really take control and allow her to be more submissive, even giving him examples of ways he could exert his authority over her.  At first he was astonished at her proposal.  How could this beautiful, strong woman he fell in love with want to be treated in such a way?  He wanted to find her immediately and tell her absolutely not, but at the same time he found this idea a little arousing.  He decided to research this, and was amazed at the multitude of websites he found describing similar lifestyles.  He realized that his "in control, big-time CEO wife" wanted to be able to come home and not have to be in control.  She wanted to feel that she could depend on him to take care of important matters, know that she was not in charge at home, and be reminded of her submissive position to him from time to time.  The more Jake thought about this the more excited he became, and confident in his role as her husband.  He had sat down with Penny, letting her know that she shouldn't be embarrassed by her wants, and that he would slowly begin to be more dominate in their marriage.

Up until now they hadn't done anything too major.  He had given her a couple spankings here and there for silly things.  However, they had been more playful in spirit, but had lead to some of the most spectacular sex they had ever had.  Jake knew she wanted more, but wasn't quite sure how to approach it.  It had been a relief when Penny had come to him again a week back and presented him with a list of rules that she wanted to be held accountable to, and asked that he try to really come down hard on her for breaking them.  This he could do, it seemed much clearer now on how to instill his rule over her.  He also knew this conversation had excited her.  He could tell from the way she kept blushing as she explained her wants.  He told he would give this a lot of thought and consideration.  If it was important to her then it was important to him, and if it turned her on, then it turned him on as well.  Now he couldn't wait for her to break a rule so he could prove himself to her, and she finally had.

"You just used very inappropriate language, Penny," Jake said as he smiled down at her.  Penny looked up at him quizzically.  "No Foul Language is one of your rules that you are to follow," he continued as he reached down and helped her to her feet.

Penny's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Yes,....it is," was all she could reply.

"I want you to go into the bathroom, take off your wet dress, and get into the shower in your white, lacy bra and panties.  Oh, and you may turn the shower on.  I'll be there in a minute," then Jake turned her around and patted her on the bottom to get her moving.

When Penny made it to the bathroom she took a moment to try and collect her reeling self.  She had asked Jake to be more of a leader in their marriage and hold her more accountable, but now that it was actually happening she wasn't feeling so sure about this.  Her tummy was in knots, and was feeling incredibly anxious, and she was also undeniably wet between her legs.  She took her dress off, opened the door to their shower, walked in, and turned on the warm water.  He had actually said 'you may turn the shower on.'  She hadn't known she needed his permission, however, the statement had made her feel small and made him seem so powerful.  Standing there in her lacy underwear added to her whirlwind feelings, it was strange to be in a running shower with clothing on.  The longer she stood there, the more the tension built.  What would Jake do?  Would he stop if she wanted him to?  Would she really want him to stop?  Everything was spining around her mind in a crazy, erotic tornado.

Finally her husband came into the bathroom.  He undressed and joined her in the shower.  He sat down on the built-in bench they had in there, and handed her the bottle of body wash.  "I want to wash my dick and balls for me," he said simply.

Penny almost laughed with relief.  Was that all she was going to have to do?  Well this seemed almost like a fun thing to do.  She bent down on her knees, poured soap into her hand, and began to gently rub all over Jake's privates.  She gripped his cock and rubbed up and down the long shaft, and then she would cup and caress his balls.  She had quite a bubbly lather going in no time.  That's when Jake let the other shoe drop.

"Okay, now I want you to suck all the soap off with your mouth," he ordered, without any trace of humor on his face.  "You had quite a dirty mouth in their, and I believe it needs to be cleaned out.  And before you start to complain or refuse, I want to remind you that I am holding you accountable as you requested, and if you do not obey willingly then your punishment will be worse.  Do you understand?"

Penny slowly nodded her head.  She had been about to refuse.  How could he think that she would do something so gross and degrading, but she had wanted this, asked for it even.  She would pay the consequences for her wrong doing.  She glanced at cock in front of her that was dripping with suds, water, and precum.  She could and would do this.  She closed her eyes and put him in her mouth.

The soap tasted horribly toxic.  She tried to keep from swallowing as much of it as possible by letting it ooze down her chin in a bubbly slobbery mess.  She would take Jake all in her mouth, suck hard, and then try to spit most of the body wash out.  But no matter how careful she was, some was still making it down her throat, stinging as it went.  She was starting to gag, and hoping she was almost done when Jake said, "You may take a moment to rinse your mouth out a little before you suck all the soap off my balls."

Penny wanted to cry, but was determined to finish this.  She filled her mouth with water, swishing it around as much as possible, before returning her mouth between his legs.  She told herself she would never curse again as she worked on sucking each one clean.  Why had she been so enthusiastic with her washing earlier!  Finally, she was done.

Jake stood up and had her stand as well.  "Take you panties off, and put your hands on the bench."  Penny did as she was told.  "You are much too beautiful a girl to have such ugly words coming out of your mouth.  Do you agree?" he asked her.

"Yes sir," Penny answered dutifully.

"I'm now going to screw you in your beautiful ass, my love.  If you hadn't done such a good job sucking me clean, then it might have burned you a little bit, but you were such a good girl.  You made sure all the soap came off, and so now this should feel quite good.

Jake reached out and rubbed Penny's ridiculously wet pussy.  He used her own juices to lube up her bottom before he pushed himself into her.  Penny almost came then and there!  She was so primed and ready!  He filled and stretched her just perfectly, and she was so glad that she had been so thorough in cleaning him up.  She would have to remember that for future reference in case this punishment ever rolled round again.  She imagined a bottom full of suds was probably much worse than a mouthful! As he pumped in and out of her she was marveled at this new side of her husband.  As much as she felt humiliated at having her mouth washed out for cussing in such an adult way, she also felt loved and cared for in an odd way, not to mention incredibly aroused.

Jake was increasing his tempo now.  He reached around to her front and began to rub her swollen clit.  In about half a beat she was tightening around him as she moaned loudly, her body trembling as she came hard.  This pushed Jake over the edge.  He pulled out of her and exploded all over her beautifully used, white bottom.

After showering each other, and then cleaning the spilled beer off the couch, they spent the rest of the afternoon teasing each other and relaxing in post coital bliss.  Penny was thinking she should review her rules to make sure she doesn't mess up again anytime soon.  As much fun as the after was, the during was pretty grossly awful.  Jake, however, was anxiously awaiting his wife's next slip up.