“It’s okay, sweetheart. I may have been a little slow on the uptake, but now that you have my attention, I’m going to guide you. We’ll figure out together what it is that you want—what you need.”
The feel of her in his arms had stirred his cock to full attention and he was so tempted to roll her over and bury himself inside her again, but he knew that wasn’t what either of them required most right now. He’d spent hours that afternoon, after Lukus had left, reading the domestic discipline websites Brianna had bookmarked as favorites. He knew his wife wanted him to lead her, to protect and discipline her when she deserved it. And without a doubt, he knew what he had to do before anything else. He peeled Brianna loose from his neck so he could look into her eyes. He felt tangible relief seeing her passion for him shining.
I pray to God I’m reading her right and when I’m done, I’ll see that same love shining back at me.
“Not yet, Bri. I feel it, too, but if you remember, I told you by the end of tonight, all will be forgiven, and we’ll be able to have a fresh start. There’s only one way to do that, sweetheart. I know you’ve been here at the club being punished for the last twenty-four hours by Lukus, and that I participated tonight, but if we’re gonna put your infidelity behind us, then I need to punish you myself for putting our marriage in danger. I have to punish you for lying to me and, most importantly, for putting your own life in danger. You’re the most important thing to me and you need to learn that I won’t put up with you taking risks with your life.”
The look in his wife’s eyes was priceless. He wasn’t sure how she pulled it off, but she had a strange mix of fear, excitement, and pride. He couldn’t help but notice her breath was becoming labored as he watched her preparing mentally for what was to come. He half expected her to try to talk her way out of more punishment, so he was blown away when she quietly whispered, “Yes, Sir. Whatever you think is best, Sir.”
Her submissive answer almost unmanned him. “Oh fuck, that’s amazing hearing you say that, Brianna.”
His long pushed-down dominance reared up as he weaved both of his hands through her thick, messed, brunette hair and roughly yanked her to him to capture her lips in a powerful kiss. He felt his resolve slipping as her tongue invaded his mouth to tangle with his own and allowed them a few glorious minutes of making out like teenagers, before pulling away with a groan. Bri kept her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. It was hard for him to guess if she was more affected by the kiss or the impending punishment.
“Open your eyes, Brianna.”
When she finally complied, he recognized it was the punishment weighing on her.
“Tonight, is going to be a more intimate punishment. You’re going to be naked, over my lap and I’m going to spank you until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. I’m warning you now, this isn’t going to be pleasant for you. I saw with my own eyes tonight how pain can affect you, and I can’t wait to explore your limits with you, sweetheart. I can’t wait to bring you so many amazing orgasms, but those won’t be tonight. I know Lukus has already taught you that when you are being punished, you’re not to come. It’s supposed to hurt so you learn your lesson. If you come before I finish disciplining you, I’ll have to start all over again. Do you understand me?”
Her lower lip trembled as she answered him quietly. “Yes, Sir. Can I ask a question before we start?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Do I get a safeword for punishments?”
“That’s a good question. You will, without a doubt, have a safeword for when we’re playing. During a true punishment, I prefer to use the red-yellow system. If you need me to take a short break, you just need to say yellow and I’ll let you catch your breath before we continue. If there is truly something wrong that you need me to stop then you can use red. But I warn you, if you use red just because you don’t like the punishment, you’re gonna be in bigger trouble with me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He could hear the anticipation tinged with resignation in her voice.
“Time to lie over my lap now, sweetheart. For punishments, I’ll always want you with your head on my left so I can use my stronger right hand to spank you.”
As his beautiful wife situated herself over his lap, Markus was filled with a forgotten cocktail of feelings. He felt surges of both dominance and dread at the thought of having to discipline his wife. It was both better—and worse—preparing to punish Brianna than Georgie; Georgie was so submissive in every way that she had almost never earned a real punishment. For that reason, almost all of their sessions had felt more like staged scenes, all part of the D/s game.
Tonight, seemed totally different. It was real. Intimate. He couldn’t deny that the Dom in him couldn’t wait to feel his sexy wife wiggling across his lap, grinding into his cock as she learned her lesson. The powerful feelings coursing through him were intoxicating as he took a few minutes before starting to simply massage his wife’s lower back, ass, and thighs, admiring the evidence of her previous punishments still visible across her bottom.
Overshadowing his sense of dominance was his feeling of responsibility to her—to protect, cherish, and guide her when she went off course, to punish her when she needed to learn an important lesson. The fact that she trusted him enough to play this important role in her life humbled him and he was surprised to find himself dreading having to actually hurt her. He’d always hated to hear Bri cry for any reason, and he knew he was going to have to harden his heart tonight against her impending tears.
This is what she craves, and you know it, Lambert. Hell, it’s what you both need, so don’t be such a pussy.
The first spank to her right butt cheek made Brianna flinch, and even though it wasn’t necessarily that hard, she gasped. Plunging in, Markus delivered a quick dozen swats spread evenly across his wife’s already pink ass. He was proud of her for not trying to squirm out of position or cover her bottom.
“Good girl, staying still. I forgot to tell you to reach your hands out above your head on the bed. I don’t want you to bring them back to your ass. I don’t want to accidentally hurt your hand. Do you understand?”
She replied quietly. “Yes, Markus.”
Giving her ass a sound spank, Markus reminded her. “During a punishment you will call me, ‘Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Markus resumed a steady rhythm of hard, open-handed spanks as he lectured his wife to make sure she was learning her lesson. “Good girl. Now, Brianna, tell me again why you’re being punished tonight.”
“Because I cheated on you with Jake and put our marriage in danger.”
He delivered several harder spanks to her ass, causing her to flinch and wiggle in his lap. “Yes. That’s pretty serious, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m so very sorry, Sir.”
“I know you are. Why else are you being punished?”
“Because I lied to you.”
As the loud, steady whacking sound of hard spanks filled the room, her wiggling became worse, but so far she’d been able to keep her hands above her as he’d told her to.
“That’s right. I won’t tolerate lies, Brianna. You’ll be severely punished each and every time I find out you lied to me. Is that understood?”