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Victor ran to the front door to stop Synth before she could get into the bronze Jeep. “Hey, Synth, wait a minute,” he hollered just as she began to slide behind the wheel. She stood her expression puzzled. “I know you don’t like to pump gas, but you better not leave my car with an empty tank again!” he instructed.
“Don’t like? I hate pumping gas and you know that!” she hollered back as Vic sprinted across the yard to the Jeep. The tall, broad shouldered, trim hipped body in motion, was a delight to see. She watched as he came close and then peeked in at the dashboard.
“Okay. There’s half a tank of gas. I expect it to be at half a tank when you get back,” Vic said raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Synth grinned, bringing a dimple into view in her left cheek as she slid behind the wheel. “Thanks for letting me take your car today, honey!” she beamed a smile as she started the car, blowing a kiss out the window as the car began to back slowly out of the drive way.
Vic raised his voice so she’d be sure to hear, “I mean it! You bring it back one more time on empty and I swear I’ll turn you over my knee and wear you out. You’ll get the spanking of your life.” He turned as she nodded and grinned all the way back to the house.
Both Vic and Synth were performers. Vic was first violinist with the local symphonic orchestra and Synth was an actress in a very successful local dinner theatre. They lived on a small island on the outer banks just off the coast of Maryland and both worked on the mainland the other side of the connecting bridge. They’d been married almost five years. One evening awhile back, Synth was working while Vic was off home alone and bored to tears. He’d gone to the computer and found Synth had forgotten to shut down when she’d left for work and was still logged in. He scanned the page she had up on the screen. When he saw her favorite chat sites listed he was stunned. He looked at one site and couldn’t believe his eyes. He moved the cursor and clicked on the site. Within a moment he was in a ‘spanking’ room, feeling confused and shocked. The host seemed to be personable, as she asked his ASL and welcomed him. He couldn’t help being sarcastic about everything he saw on the screen. The host got in his face and made some really intelligent come back to one of his scathing remarks that put him quickly in his place and made him think. He typed out, ‘sorry, found this room while snooping around in my wife’s account on the computer and I guess I am a bit surprised. I had no idea she was interested in spanking’. What really got to him was the erroneous belief that he knew everything about Synth; he’d thought they talked about even the most intimate things, and this shocked him. It was a discovery he didn’t really know how to handle.
The host asked him how he felt about that. He’d answered he really didn’t know. They chatted back and forth and the host had praised him for being curious rather than angry and closed minded. She’d asked him several questions and he’d begun to breathe normally again getting over the shock. He’d asked how to go about broaching this subject with his wife and had been told to playfully threaten her and gauge her reaction. He’d asked how he’d know if his wife wanted to spank ‘him’. The host had said to pay attention to her ‘come back’. If she threatened back, that would indicate his wife might want to experience the role of the ‘spanker’ rather than the ‘spankee’.
Then the host had said she’d paint him a picture for him, to see if he could imagine himself in the role of the spanker. By the time she’d finished a vividly worded example of a spanking he’d known he could not only see himself, but imagining his wife up turned over his lap, bottom bared, wiggling and squealing as his hand met her raised pale rounded cheeks, turned him on immensely. He’d been waiting for over a week for the right set of circumstances to present themselves so he could threaten a spanking over a real issue. She’d played right into his hands when she’d asked to trade cars this morning. He grinned wondering if Synth would grit her teeth and go to a filling station to do as he’d instructed.
The next day was rushed and hectic. First breakfast, which they both loved sharing, then the laundry had to be done, the house straightened, lunch and a quick walk, then the budget gone over to see how they stood. Synth had run out of the house 10 minutes behind schedule for work and Vic had donned his tux quickly and run out to hop in his car just a few minutes ahead of schedule.
Before Vic had even made it across the bridge the car shuddered, rolled, shuddered, rolled a few more feet and died. Vic looked at the gas gauge and fumed as he set the car in neutral, opened the door and slid out to push the damn thing almost a mile to the nearest service station. Several people tooted their horns. One grinning passenger even leaned out her window to clap as they slowly drove by, hollering, “wow! Bet you wouldn’t have güvenilir bahis dressed like that if you’d known you were gonna have car trouble… but you look fantastic. Bravo!”
Vic had forced himself to smile and nod, and raise his hand in a friendly wave as he had grimaced internally thinking about sweet little Synth and a bare reddened bottom. He barely made it to work on time, brushing off the light road dust, as he’d run to take his seat. Before the curtains had met for the intermission break, he’d rocketed out of his seat to the pay phone back stage. He’d called the theater and had asked for Synth. When she came on the line he’d not even said hello, simply stated, “as soon as you get home from work, you are getting the spanking of your life. I just wanted you to know so you could think about that while you finish your shift. I had to push the car a mile in my damn tux tonight because you not only didn’t stop and get gas, but neglected to tell me the car was on empty. I gave you fair warning yesterday morning, Synth. And you better come straight home after work prepared to go over my lap.”
He’d heard Synth’s breathing change but she had not said anything other than, “I am so sorry, Vic, I had no idea the tank was empty,” in a meek little whimper. He could have sworn he’d heard her shiver. She had mumbled, “ok,” about coming straight home.
Vic enjoyed the second half of the concert as he thought about spanking his cute little wife later that night. He’d strutted to his car, with its full tank of gas, and driven home whistling. When he’d reached the house he had rushed like a mad man to carry out setting up for his plan. He’d just arranged things and gotten a spray bottle of water when he heard Synth’s car and had seen the lights flash as the car had pulled into the driveway.
Synth, eyes blinking, was shocked as she pulled into the drive and took in the open draperies of the ceiling to floor bay window with the straight-backed chair centered in full view of the road. She shivered, slowly got out of the car and walked to the door, biting at her bottom lip. She put on a big sweet smile as she opened the door and stepped inside. And she’d almost gasped to see Vic in his tux, standing just inside grinning like a Cheshire cat as he’d gripped her gently around her upper arm. She just managed to get out, “hi, honey, see? I came straight home,” as he marched her immediately to the living room. Synth, pouting, trudged along behind him filling with trepidation.
Vic had forgotten that tonight his lovely wife was playing the part of a high school student in the dinner play. Seeing her come in dressed in a short navy, red, and tan plaid skirt, prim white blouse, navy knee socks and saddle shoes made him grin from ear to ear. Her hair pulled up in two ponytails tied with red ribbons was perfect. The large loose sweater draped over her shoulders along with the rest of the costume made her look very much the little girl. Her sweet cherry red lips, puckered slightly in their little girl pout was priceless. He was still just close enough to angry that he was going to enjoy this. “Synth, take off the sweater, please. I told you that you would get a spanking as soon as you got home. Come on, I have everything ready,” he instructed as he walked her to the chair centered in the bay window.
As Synth trudged along behind Vic she slipped the sweater off her shoulders and dropped it over the arm of the over stuffed leather sofa as she passed it. She felt her face warm as she looked at the curtains pulled wide exposing the living room to the black night outside the glass. She had fantasized being spanked for some time but the reality of it made her nervous and slightly giddy. She always giggled when she was nervous and she was having a hard time taking any of this seriously. The window open to the view of any passing stranger made her cringe as her heart thudded in her chest. “Vic, please close the drapes. I knew you meant it about the spanking when you called, but this is just too much. Someone might see.” She couldn’t hold back the giggle.
Vic cupped Synth’s chin in his hands bringing her eyes to his. He knew his smile was a bit on the wicked side as he slyly asked, “Did you give one thought to the spectacle I made of myself pushing my car almost a mile in a tuxedo this afternoon? I don’t think it crossed your mind that you might cause me an imposition by letting the tank run out of gas. And, Synth, it was deliberate”. He watched her face flush red and her expression change from haughty to concerned as he spoke, “I think the open curtain and the possible viewing of you over my lap is quite appropriate. Now, I say we quit wasting time and get down to business.”
His hand slid from her elfin chin to her slender wrist gripping it firmly. He seated himself in the chair, almost facing the window, intentionally turned to show the best possible view of Synth’s backside to any rare passersby. As Synth stepped closer at the urging of his hand türkçe bahis pulling her wrist, her foot bumped something and she glanced down. “Ohhh,” she heard herself squawk when she saw the paddle. Her heart lurched and her stomach did flip-flops. She couldn’t imagine when or how or why Vic would have a paddle in his possession and a new shiny leather paddle at that. She felt Vic pulling her to lean over him and reached out gripping his thigh with her free hand to keep from falling. At his insistent pulling she leaned further and further until her soft tummy lay over the tightly creased black tux pants covering his firm warm thighs as she reached out putting her hands flat on the floor for balance. His warm hand rubbing her angled and vulnerable cheeks started a warm tingle that ran through her at lightning speed. She wiggled resisting his effort to position her higher and giggled as she felt him gently pushing on her back and raising her hips. “Synth raise your bottom for me, NOW!” The sound of his voice as he barked the instruction startled her, she felt her resistance slipping away and tilted her pelvis slightly to raise her fanny high. Synth also felt inner embers begin to heat, giving off a soft glowing warmth deep between her legs.
Vic looked down; his eyes washing over the schoolgirl clad form draped across his lap. He smiled taking in the plaid skirt sliding higher and higher as he adjusted Synth’s fanny raising it to a sharper angle, and couldn’t keep himself from stroking the smooth light skin as the sliding skirt exposed her creamy thighs. His hands absorbed the silken smoothness as they meandered from buttock to velvety soft back of knee. He lightened his touch dragging his fingertips up and down the backs of her thighs, down one, then up, then back down one then up the other watching the slight quiver of her body. He drew his pointed index finger along the creases in the back of her knee as he began to talk. “Synth, why are you getting a spanking?” he asked almost firmly in a voice strange to her, his finger still teasing the backs of her knees. He waited for an answer as he heard Synth take a deep breath and sigh.
“I didn’t put gas in your car,” Synth said softly as she felt a chill run from the base of her skull rippling down her back to slide down her legs all the way to her toes. She tried hard ‘not’ to ‘like’ being tummy down over Vic’s lap, pushing at the floor with her hands, bottom arched high over his thighs. Her breath caught as she felt his warm hands slowly sliding her skirt over her buttocks, exposing her as he pushed it to lie flat over her back. She felt the temperature change, as cool air washed over her upper thighs and panties. Another chill ran down her spine and she shivered. Nervousness taking over she giggled again.
Vic had to work not to laugh at the snow white cotton panties stretched taught over his wife’s beautiful derriere. Always the consummate little actress she’d even worn these little girl panties to complete her costume. He found them strangely enticing as he opened his hand to grip and gently squeeze her right cheek. The soft little moan as she flexed and tightened under his grip had his mind zipping forward to what he hoped would come after the spanking. He moved his hand to her left cheek and reveled in the same tightening under his grip. He lifted his hand just above his shoulder bringing it down quickly. He liked the way her flesh gave and came back in an instant. And he liked the way her body gently flinched in reaction to his SMACK. He raised his hand and SMACKED several times alternating cheeks. He noticed Synth had begun to wiggle and moan a bit and wondered if her bottom was stinging as badly as his hand. After counting thirty nice sound pops to her warming buttocks, he stopped to rub. The cotton felt warmer and slid ever so slightly with his hand. Synth wiggled, her soft moaning filling him with desire. He heard her softly ask, ” are you finished now”, as she began to shift as if she were getting up.
Then he did laugh. “Synth, I told you that you were going to get the spanking of your life. I haven’t even started yet”, he said as he wrapped her waist with his left arm and held her firmly against him. “Just settle down, girl, I’ll let you know when its finished.” That said he worked his fingertips under the elastic at the waist of her panties and began to slowly work them down over her up turned bottom.
Synth began to struggle and reached back to grab for her panties, howling, “no! Vic, please, don’t pull my panties down the curtains are open, this is bad enough. Please, don’t.” Even though the thought of being exposed to her husband excited her, the thought that a passerby might see her made her very nervous and embarrassed. She fought to grab her panties reaching back clawing to grip the elastic but Vic was quick and strong, catching her wrist and holding her firmly, strongly and yet not hurting her. She realized her struggling was in vein as she felt her panties inching down güvenilir bahis siteleri over the rise of her buttocks… then lower as they slid down the back side of her moons… then as he worked and tugged them half way down her thighs. Time seemed to stand still as her mind locked on the fabric slipping along her sensitive skin… somehow accentuating the heat in her warmed bottom. And as Vic slipped his hand between the top of her thighs to loosen the cotton crotch of her panties trapped between tense locked thighs, she blushed furiously, breath catching, as his fingers lightly grazed tickling her sensitive lips.
The glancing stroke of velvet softness against the side of Vic’s index finger as he completed the positioning of Synth’s panties out of his way low between her silken thighs brought a noticeable quickening to his heartbeat. Just that simple velvety brush of finger against shaved labia was enough to jerk his mind to ‘other’ things besides this spanking he had decided she must have. Vic released Synth’s hand and once again wrapped his left arm around and under his wife then clamped her legs between his holding her almost immovable. He took a deep breath and watched Synth’s cheeks jiggle and quiver in response to his touch. Vic grabbed the spray bottle filled with ice water, sprayed a fine mist over the warm pink orbs, raised his hand, fingers spread just a bit, hand cupped slightly and relaxed, and brought it down in a sharp glancing SMACK. He felt the fire in his hand as it connected with her warm bare bottom at the same time Synth tucked and tightened. The deep soft growl she emitted brought another heart quickening response. He raised his hand again and again moving it to land in a slightly different spot with each connection to her rapidly reddening bottom. He sprayed and spanked, sprayed and spanked. Synth’s reactions in sound and body fascinated him. She twisted, jerked, flinched and bucked slightly as the heat built on the coloring surface of her bare buttocks and high upper thighs.
She tried to keep quiet but it was beginning to hurt, not injurious pain, but burning, stinging, fiery heat and she couldn’t hold back the moans and yelps any longer as Vic’s hand rained down smack after quick smack. It was amazing to Synth that the removal of the thin layer of cotton had caused such a change in the intensity she felt as Vic’s hand seemed merciless in its onslaught to a bottom becoming more and more tender by the second. Soon Synth found herself whimpering like a baby, kicking and generally pitching a fit to be let loose. She hollered and twisted trying to get away from that hand raining down hot smacks to her bottom, the wetness between her legs growing with every smack. Every time she managed to lower her bottom a bit and change her position Vic would shift his non-spanking arm, or hand and bring her right back to that pelvis tipped, bottom high vulnerability. She gasped at the searing heat of the sharp smacks to that sensitive area where thigh joined buttock. Synth began to think she couldn’t stand any more as tears began to trickle down her cheeks and realized Vic had stopped spanking. Without the distraction of the smacks to her heated derriere the strong gnawing hunger at her core took her by surprise. She struggled to calm herself, sniffing and hiccuping, gulping as she whimpered quietly. Vic’s hand was rubbing, soothing, teasing as she caught her breath and began to relax. Just about the time she gained control she felt Vic lean and tensed as she remember bumping the paddle with her toe. “No, Vic, Please! I can’t take any more, please,” she whined as her voice caught with a fresh onslaught of tears. “Vic, I promise I’ll never forget to put gas in a car again. Please don’t use that paddle. I am so sorry I let you down.”
“What’s the matter, Synth? Don’t feel like giggling any more?” Vic tightened his arm around her once again lifting her bottom high. Synth’s response was to go as rigid as she could in the position in which he held her. “Synth, you are a spoiled rotten brat. You ‘know’ you are a naughty brat and you ‘know’ you deserve this,” Vic said firmly as he brought the paddle to SMACK across both cheeks, leaving an almost red rectangle of color that sprang to the skin instantly. Vic held her tight and high bringing the paddle down to rapidly pepper her entire bottom and upper thighs like a string of firecrackers going off on the fourth of July. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, smack, pop, smack, pop, smack, over and over as Synth jerked, bucked and kicked hollering and sniffling like a baby. Seeing their reflection in the black glass of the window each time he looked up thrilled him. He wondered if Synth had seen herself draped over his lap squirming and bucking, then thought with a smile, she’d been too busy to do much looking around. The sound of her loud cries of ‘oh’ and ‘ah’, ‘ouch’ and ‘yeow’, the hiccuping and sniffling all drove him to take her to a higher level of feeling and response. “When you act like a spoiled child you will be dealt with like a spoiled child, do you,” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK. SMACK, “understand?” he asked sternly as he repeatedly lashed with the paddle bringing her bottom to a deep yet glowing crimson.
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