“Oh, God! Yes, Sir. I understand.”
Markus heard the quaver in her voice and could detect she might start to cry. He hated that he could feel his cock beginning to throb as it was trapped beneath her wiggling tummy. It felt so wrong that he was getting turned on by her vulnerability, at least up until he heard the telltale moan that escaped his lovely wife after a particularly fast volley of spanks to her sensitive sit-spot.
“Brianna Nicole Lambert, you had best not be getting close to coming, do you hear me?”
“Oh please, Markus. I’ve dreamed of you spanking me like this for so long now that I’m so turned on. Please, can’t I come?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, I think I’m in big trouble here. I can see I’m gonna have to come up with some other creative ways to punish you that you don’t like. Either that or you’re going to start being naughty just so you can get a sound, hard spanking on this beautiful bottom of yours. You will not come. Not yet. We aren’t even close to done yet.”
Her frustrated groan made him smile. He spent the next few minutes alternating between fast volleys of hard swats spread all over her beautiful ass and stopping to massage her lower back, giving her short breaks to collect herself. Like Lukus, he was a firm believer there should be no rubbing away the pain of a true punishment, so when she finally tried to reach back to rub her burning ass during one of the breaks, he quickly snatched her hand away and delivered a fast dozen swats to her most sensitive spot where her ass met her thighs.
“You will not rub during a punishment,” he said sternly. “I know Lukus has already warned you about that. I suggest you remember from now on.”
Her reply was breathy. “But, Sir. It hurts so bad.”
“I know it does, baby. Are you learning your lesson?”
“Oh yes, Sir. I really am.”
“That’s good. We have just one more lesson to learn tonight and then your punishment will be over and we can put all of this behind us forever.”
Markus gently lifted his wife off his lap so he could lean over and dig into the nightstand drawer. He knew Lukus always kept an assortment of toys, lubes, and punishment devices stored close to the bed for just such occasions. He was very happy to find one of his favorite punishment implements on top in the drawer.
Brianna’s eyes widened when she saw the heavy wooden hairbrush her husband pulled out of the drawer. It was larger than a normal hairbrush and he could see she understood it was made for one purpose—to teach wayward submissives and wives to behave. Markus had to harden his heart against the tears falling freely down her cheeks. He reached out to hold her hand, intimately entwining his fingers with hers.
“I’m going to spank you with the hairbrush now, Brianna, to teach you the most important lesson. Without a doubt, the biggest mistake you made was putting your life in danger by going anywhere with that asshole. He’s proven he enjoys hurting you. As angry as I am that you cheated on me, it’s the fact you were stupid enough to risk your life that scares me the most. I know it’s harsh, sweetheart, but I need to know you’ll never do such a dangerous thing ever again.”
“I promise, Markus. I really have already learned that lesson. I know it was totally stupid and reckless and I’m so very sorry.”
Markus brought her hand up to his lips and spent a few seconds kissing her palm. He could see in her eyes that she was hoping he was going to relent and stop the punishment that he knew he must continue. She was testing his resolve, but they were setting the groundwork for the future. She needed to know if they were going to live a D/s lifestyle, that there were consequences for her actions. He pulled her back over his lap.
“Time to get this over with so we can go back to making up. I want you to hold onto the edge of the bed and not let go, sweetheart. I know it’s going to be hard for you not to try to interfere once I get started.”
Markus heard a forlorn moan escape from his wife as she reached forward, stretching out to grasp the edge of the bed. He could see her holding it tightly, bracing herself. She was already breathing heavily, and he hadn’t even started yet.
The sound of the wooden hairbrush connecting with Brianna’s ass surprised them both. Markus knew right away he needed to be careful not to overdo it because it was heavy. He didn’t want to leave bruises. By the third swat, Brianna was already crying out loud.
“Oh please, Sir! It’s too much! It hurts so bad! Please stop!”
Markus had a lump in his throat as he continued to pelt his wife’s ass, knowing they both needed this to be a memorable punishment so they could truly put this whole damn nightmare behind them. With each swat, her crying grew stronger until she was sobbing. He pushed through his reticence, listening carefully for a safeword and relieved when he heard none.
He’d never been a big fan of counting swats, so he had no idea exactly how many he’d delivered with the unyielding brush; he figured it was at least several dozen. He’d tuned into the sounds his wife was making as she struggled to maintain her position, recognizing he was nearing the end of the punishment when he heard her crying out her repentance.
“I am so sorry, so very sorry, Sir. I promise… I really promise…” Her voice trailed off as the next fast volley of swats connected hard with her sit spot, spreading a memorable line of fire across her punished ass. This time her plea came out in an almost scream.
“I swear to you Markus. I promise!”
All resistance to her punishment left with that scream. Brianna’s body went limp in total submission as he delivered the final dozen swats to her roasted butt with a heavy thud. Markus stopped, putting the hairbrush down on the bed where she could see it. He reached out to stroke her back to comfort her before wiping away some of her tears.
“Tell me, Brianna. What do you promise?”
Through her continued crying she told him. “I promise I will never… ever… go anywhere with Jake again.”
“What are you gonna do if he ever makes contact with you again?”
“I’m going to tell you right away and then,” she had to pause to gasp through a sob before finishing, “I’m going to call the police,” she wailed.
“Good girl. And why was your punishment so much worse for this than actually cheating on me?”
Her cathartic crying had slowed, and she answered through whimpers and hiccups. “Because I put myself in danger.”
“Very good. You’re the most important thing in my life, Brianna. If anything ever happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself. That means you need to be careful to never knowingly put yourself in danger.”
Markus helped Brianna back into his lap. He heard her sharp intake of breath when her punished ass hit his bare legs. Heat radiated from her bottom as he hugged her close. She put her head on his shoulder, nestling into the crook of his neck as she recovered. A wave of sheer bliss washed over him as he realized just how lucky he was. As shitty as this whole situation had been, he knew things could have turned out so much worse.
When he pulled back so he could wipe away her tears, he saw the all-consuming passion in her eyes. No matter how much the spanking had hurt, without a doubt the submissive part of his wife had loved every single minute of her intimate time over his lap.
God damn I’m gonna have fun training her. I have to be the luckiest damn man on the planet.