may plead though it won’t do you any good, but, young lady, you will not curse. If you do, I promise you that this spanking will feel like a little tap on your arse when you go back over my lap after a further cleansing of your mouth. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
The talking was done, it was time for the punishment to begin. Lifting the paddle, Lucas began to spank her. His strokes were instantly hard and fast. He didn't believe that punishment should be gentle. His belief was that it was to be exactly that, punishment. Lucy was soon wailing and attempting to get her hands free of his grip.
“Please!” she screeched as the paddle smacked into her again and again and again.
Each smack gave a distinct crack as wood met bare flesh. Lucas landed each stroke for the express purpose of causing her little bottom to burn hotly.
“I’m sorry! Please… please, Lucas. Owww… please stop!”
She continued to beg and plead, and Lucas continued to ignore her. He covered every inch of her bottom and then brought the paddle down hard against the pale skin of her upper right thigh.
“Ahhh!” she squealed, tiptoes forgotten, her legs now churning as this new assault brought another layer of pain. “Please… oh… please…” she begged, even as the paddle bit into the same spot it had landed before which Lucas knew intensified the burn.
“Lift your bottom,” Lucas commanded as he continued to pepper the back of her thigh. “Feet down and up on your toes, Lucille.”
“It hurts!” Lucy said as she continued to attempt to get away.
Lucas pushed her legs down, reminding her of exactly where her toes were to be. “I’ll repeat this spanking before dinner, after dinner and before bed if you do not keep your feet down and your naughty bottom high, little one,” Lucas said, his tone brooking no nonsense.
She sobbed as he moved the paddle to her other thigh. “It hurts!” she repeated. “Please ... please, no more… I’ll be goo… good. I-I promise!”
“Don’t tell me how good you’ll be, Lucille. Show me by obeying,” Lucas said, and lifted the paddle off her thigh, giving her the time to make her choice. She sobbed but settled onto her toes and he watched as her now very red bottom lifted as he’d instructed. “Good girl,” he said simply and began the entire cycle again. Lucy continued to sob and beg but no longer fought him. The thin wood smacked repeatedly against her bottom, tuning both globes a mottled red that resembled a pile of burning embers in the fireplace. Its very flexibility made it snap and crack again and again against the soft skin of her bottom. Lucas paddled each thigh again, and then lifted his knees higher, tilting her forward to raise her arse higher. Her shriek of dismay echoed around the room as he smacked the paddle into the extremely sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs. Her hips bounced, her bottom wagging as she bucked, attempting to swim off his lap like a little seal. It was a dance for which Lucas already knew the steps, easily smacking her sit-spots without missing a single step.
Lucas spread his legs a bit wider and dropped the next stroke against the untouched, pale skin on her inner thigh.
“Nooo!” she wailed, her back arching, her head thrown back as he flicked his wrist, alternating from one leg to the other, the staccato slaps accompanying every note of her pleading sobs. When it was finally done, he knew that his naughty wife was totally unaware that her first spanking from her husband was over.
Lucas allowed her to cry as he set the paddle down next to him. He lifted his hand and laid it on her cherry-red bottom. He could easily feel the heat emanating from her skin and felt her shudder as his hand roamed over her bottom and thighs. Her entire body jerked as his fingers delved between her legs and through the golden curls that had darkened to the color of fresh honey. They were beyond damp and as his fingers slid through the lips of her sex, he found them slick with that same delicious nectar of her arousal. Lucas barely managed not to groan himself as he found the undeniable evidence of what he had prayed for. His wife was an extremely sexual woman, and even though he was sure she couldn’t be ignorant of the fact that her cunny was wet, he