Cade Hollister’s cell phone rang just after 4:30 in the afternoon as he pulled off the exit and slowed toward the traffic light. Glancing at the large bouquet of flowers sitting on the passenger seat next to him, he looked at the display before accepting the call.
Amy had a practice test today, one she was nervous about. He’d helped her study, but she had still been anxious this morning when he’d left for work. He hadn’t had a chance to check on her earlier but when his last patient canceled her appointment, he had taken advantage of the situation and left the clinic early, stopping at the florist to buy the bouquet of wild flowers for his young wife and surprise her with dinner out at her favorite restaurant.
“Good afternoon, Professor Brown,” he said. Jonathan Brown was Amy’s private tutor. Amy had dropped out of school with just one class to finish her degree. Well, she didn’t consider it dropping out. She called it extending her university experience. But she had come close enough to failing her statistics class twice that she had withdrawn and it had been a full year since the last time she had taken the class.
One thing Cade insisted on when they got married was that she get the tutoring she needed and take this last class the following semester. She could finally get the degree she was too close to earning to give up. When it happened to be a class a friend of Cade’s father used to teach, Cade had asked him for help and Professor Brown had agreed to take Amy on only because Cade was the son of a good friend. The Brown family had lived just a few houses away in the same neighborhood when Cade was growing up and their son had attended the same high school as Cade.
“Good afternoon, Cade,” the professor said. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, just heading home early to surprise Amy. How did the practice test go?” he asked, hesitant, knowing that was what this call must be about. If she did badly, she’d lose what little confidence she had and she worked too hard for that to happen. She was intelligent and understood the subject matter. Yes, there were some areas she needed to work on, but the issue was more anxiety during testing than anything else, at least in Cade’s eyes.
“Well, that’s what I’m calling about. Amy didn’t make it in today. She called to say she had a fever and didn’t feel well.”
“Oh?” Cade asked, momentarily confused as he turned off into their development, waving to the guard at the gate as the barrier lifted and he drove through. “She was fine this morning.”
Cade heard the professor inhale a breath. “Listen, Cade, Amy does well… when she wants to. When she focuses. But in the last month, she’s skipped three classes at school that I learned about after speaking with her teacher and this is the second practice test she’s missed with me. She made up the last one but this puts me in a difficult place—I’m just not sure she’s committed. She can’t miss another class and I’m not sure when we can take this practice test before the actual one at school.”
“She studied for it, even stayed up late last night. I knew she was nervous, but this surprises me.”
“Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt then,” the professor offered. “If she truly was ill, I’ll excuse her and we’ll set up another time. But if not…”
“Well, I just pulled into the driveway and her car is here. I’ll check in on her now. Hell, maybe she worked herself up and made herself sick. She gets nervous, as you know.”
That was one of the reasons Cade had asked Professor Brown to call him in instances like this. At thirty-two, he had eight years on Amy. They’d been married for just over six months and had known each other for a little over a year. She was young and accepted his guidance, and he figured that was because she’d had a childhood where she didn’t have much in the way of parents. They were around physically, but the family business had demanded a great deal of her father’s time and both he and his wife had been very focused on themselves and their own lives, leaving Amy and her sister with a nanny when they were young children, and, when older, to fend for themselves most of the time.
Cade’s naturally dominant nature seemed a good fit for her, she seemed to want and even crave it. In a way, Cade understood it was probably the first time in her life that another human being took the time to guide or correct her when she needed it. That part of their relationship hadn’t progressed much further than that, but if she had lied and skipped this practice test, she had a hard lesson coming. They both did. He’d been contemplating taking the guidance he provided, and she responded so well to, to another level for some time now. Perhaps this was the time.
“Thanks, Cade. I hope I’m wrong.”
“Me too. I’ll let you know either way tomorrow.”
“All right. Goodbye, Cade.”
“Have a good rest of your day, professor.”
Cade parked the car and collected the bouquet of flowers, as well as his medical bag, and headed into the house. He too hoped Professor Brown was wrong about today, but her having missed three other days of classes he didn’t know about would have to be dealt with. And when he set his keys and bag down in the kitchen and heard her giggling from the other room, he shook his head and headed to the bedroom to see his young wife.
* * *
Amy quickly shoved her iPhone under her pillow and lay back down, just glancing at the clock. It wasn’t even 5:00 PM yet. She didn’t expect Cade home until closer to six. She closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down, knowing she’d have to lie to him, kicking herself now for being too chicken to just go in and take the stupid test! It wasn’t even the real deal. It was a practice run for the big test coming up in a few weeks.
“Hi, honey,” Cade said, opening the door and walking into the bedroom. He carried a huge bouquet of wild flowers, which only added to her guilt.
“Hi,” she said, trying to make herself sound sick.
“Are you feeling ok?” he asked, coming toward her, his hand moving to her forehead to check if she felt warm. “It’s not like you to lie around.”
“I felt nauseous after lunch and just a little dizzy so I thought I’d lie down and take it easy.”
“You do feel a little warm,” he said.
She did? She cleared her throat. “I called to postpone my session with Professor Brown. I wanted to be 100% to take the practice test, you know?”
He studied her, turning her face from side to side, examining her as he would a patient. “You look a little flushed, but maybe that’s all these blankets,” he said, pushing them down to her waist. They lived in Scottsdale, Arizona and even on the coolest days, it wasn’t cold. “You got dressed?”
She’d just gotten home an hour ago after meeting Lydia for an impromptu shopping trip. Lydia had needed help finding a dress for a date and, with her afternoon freed up, Amy had joined her.
“I never got undressed. I was fine this morning, it was just after lunch that I started to feel strange.”
Just then, the phone she’d tucked under her pillow buzzed with a message. She’d been texting Lydia just before Cade had gotten home.
“What’s that?” he asked, reaching for the phone before she could grab it.
“Oh, probably Lydia. I told her I wasn’t feeling well,” Amy lied, trying to take the phone from him, but failing.
Cade read the display and spoke to her while he scrolled through what she knew were the previous messages. “Professor Brown called to say he was concerned that you’d missed today’s session. He mentioned that you’d missed some classes at school too?” Cade said, still scrolling and not meeting her eye. “I hadn’t realized you’d missed so many classes this month,” he finished, turning his attention to her then, his gaze very serious.
Was he waiting for an answer? She just stared up at him.
He looked back to the phone when it buzzed with another message. “Looks like Lydia found a nice dress,” he said, holding the phone up for Amy to see the picture.
Amy looked at it and the message just before the photo that read: Perfect fit, shopping was fun this afternoon. Thanks for coming with!
“Cade, I can explain…” she began. “I wasn’t feeling well enough to take the test, I still feel warm, you said so yourself…” She started to sit up but he put a hand on her shoulder, and lay her back down.
“Lie back down, honey. I’ll just get my medical bag and take your temperature properly before we continue this conversation. In the meantime, why don’t you roll over onto your belly and take your pants and panties down to get ready for me.”
He stood and Amy swallowed.
“What do you mean?” she began, a small tinge of arousal between her legs even at the thought of the humiliation she immediately understood he intended. He’d always been dominant with her, it was something she always sought out in men and it was their dynamic, always had been. But this sounded different. He sounded different, like he knew all along she was lying and he was going to teach her a lesson for it.
“Here,” he said, reaching over to his side of the bed and handing her his pillow. “Slip this under your belly to lift your hips for me. I’ll be right back. Make sure you’re in position.”
She stared at his back as he walked out the door, her mouth too dry to respond, her body a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, rebellion, resistance. He was going to punish her, something in her just knew it.
No. That was ridiculous. He wouldn’t do it really, would he? She was an adult. Surely he didn’t intend on taking her temperature in that most embarrassing way possible?
* * *
Cade picked up his medical bag and slowly returned to the bedroom, making sure to give Amy enough time to process what was about to happen. He didn’t expect her to be in position. In fact, he’d be surprised if she were. She had lied to him before by neglecting to tell him when she had missed school. He wondered about all those days when he had asked her how her day had been and not once had she mentioned anything about missing a class. Cade shook his head. This wasn’t like her, at least not like the Amy he knew she could be; he knew she wanted to be.
He knew what would happen when he took her temperature. It would read normal. He wasn’t sure how he felt about what he would have to do, what he had just set into motion, but he resolved to do it. He wouldn’t enjoy punishing her, but her self-sabotaging behavior needed to end. Amy was smart, she was funny and sweet, but for all her life, she’d been taught that she was only a girl and that girls only needed to be pretty. She was that, but she was so much more and she cut herself short when she gave in to the insecurities she’d grown up with, that she’d lived with hearing for far too long.
It was time to make that change in their relationship and today was a good day to do it. She was young, she’d grown up very differently than he had, but she was his now and she needed to know that he wouldn’t tolerate lying.
“Cade…” Amy began when he walked back into their bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, still holding the pillow he had handed her, waiting for him. She was nervous, he could see it in the way she held the cushion, in the way she looked at him, at his medical bag.
“Why aren’t you in position?” he asked, setting the bag down.
She glanced at it as he opened it, then back up at him. “You can’t be serious about this.” She tried to laugh it off and rose to her feet.
“Sit.” He only needed to say the one word, his tone enough to make her obey immediately.
Her eyes grew wide on his as he retrieved the thermometer and a small vial of lubricant.
“You were too sick to go to school today but you weren’t too sick to go shopping with Lydia.”
“But… I just… I was sick, I just… when Lydia called and needed me…”
His mouth tightened. “Turn over onto your belly, lie down with the pillow underneath you, and bare your bottom to have your temperature taken. I’m a doctor, Amy, and if you’re sick, I want to take care of you.”
“And if I’m not sick?” she asked, waiting, her anxiety obvious.
“If you’re not sick, then I’m going to punish you for lying.”
“Punish me how?” she asked, glancing once more at the thermometer.
“We’ll get to that once we’ve established whether or not you’re sick. Last time I’m going to ask you to do this yourself. Turn over onto your belly and take your jeans and panties down to your knees.”
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, her expression making it obvious she knew there was no escaping her immediate future. Cade stood back and watched, pretending to busy himself with opening the tube of lubricant while his young wife stood and set his pillow at the center of their bed before laying herself over it. She lifted her hips just enough to get to the buttons on her jeans and soon she was pushing them down to her knees. She glanced at him once and he nodded for her to go on. She turned her face away, but not before he caught the blush that crept along her cheeks as she slowly pushed her panties down to bare her bottom for him. She didn’t turn back to him. Instead, she kept her gaze forward.
Cade looked at her, at her bottom bared and lifted for him. His cock began to harden at the sight of her there like that, and he took his time, making her wait, making her anticipate. She kept her gaze directly in front of her and even from her profile, he could see her eyes were wide, her expression nervous.
He cleared his throat and, smearing some of the lubricant onto his middle finger, he set the tube and the thermometer down. He sat on the bed and brought one large hand to her bottom, covering it, caressing it slightly. Up until today, he’d only slapped her bottom playfully, slowly easing her into more, but he’d never given her a proper spanking before and definitely not a disciplinary one. He’d spanked other women, former girlfriends and his ex-wife once or twice, but that was mostly of an erotic nature and what he was planning for Amy was something else entirely.
She glanced back at him. “Cade, please…do you have to do this?” she asked. “I only felt bad for a little while and just went shopping with Lydia…”
“When you were too sick to get to your very necessary tutoring session and take your practice test,” he finished for her.
She had no response to that.
“Our actions have consequences, Amy, and I think today you’re going to learn a very valuable lesson. Now face forward and try to keep your bottom relaxed. Put your hands on the headboard in fact and hold onto the lowest rail.”
“Cade…” It was her final effort, he could hear it.
Cade moved his hand to cup the back of her head and she leaned into it, her eyes filling with tears. The sight of her looking a little frightened and very unsure tugged at his heart. “I want what’s best for you, Amy. I know how smart you are and I know if you just decide to, you can do this and you’ll pass this class with flying colors. You just have to decide for yourself that you’re worth it. I understand why you struggle with it, but things have to change and I think I know what you need to make the change. I won’t give up on you and I won’t let you give up on yourself. Things are going to be different around here, Amy, before it’s too late. Now face forward and hold on to the rail of the headboard. And from now on, when you’re being disciplined, you’ll call me sir, not Cade.”
“Disciplined?” she asked, but he knew from her tone, from how her arms reached for the headboard even as she remained looking at him, that she had some idea what to expect.
“Disciplined,” he said, his tone final. He nodded, gesturing for her to face forward, and slowly, she did so. “Separate your legs a little and don’t clench your bottom,” he instructed.
She obeyed and Cade looked at her lying there, prone, her legs just wide enough that he could glimpse the pink of her pussy lips. He was surprised to find them glistening with moisture. Taking her temperature in her bottom was a part of her punishment. They both knew it. The embarrassment of such an act administered by her husband would make an impression.
Without a word, he waited until she relaxed her bottom and slowly pulled one cheek out to expose her back hole. Just that little act aroused him and he decided he’d take his wife’s bottom soon, claim her there like he already had her pussy and her mouth.
Bringing his finger to her small hole, he began to smear the lubricant onto it. She clenched at first but then relaxed and he held her open as he did it, circling and circling, taking his time, fully aware all along of how much wetter her pussy grew with his continued attention to her bottom hole.
“Good girl, Amy. Just stay relaxed. I’m going to press my finger into your bottom now, like I’ve done before. It won’t hurt if you stay relaxed. I want to make sure you’re well lubricated inside as well as outside.”
He was pleased with her obedience and knew she was naturally submissive, at least when it came to him, but she, like most modern women, didn’t realize how empowering submission could be and saw it as weakness. It would take some time for him to un-teach that. To teach her that in fact the opposite was true: in the giving of her gift of submission, she’d be gaining the gift of his dominance in a whole new way. In a beautiful way that could take their marriage to a whole other, better place.
Ignoring his own growing need, Cade began to press against the dark hole, taking his time, enjoying every moment of so intimate a touch to so private a place, still circling until he penetrated the tight ring.
He didn’t truly need to lubricate her inside; he would make sure to have the thermometer itself well-greased before pressing it into her. But this was about much more than taking her temperature.
“I think you’re just about ready,” he said, watching his finger disappear fully into her bottom before drawing it back out and pressing in again. He noticed how her knuckles had gone white as she tightened her hold on the headboard and he didn’t miss it when she lifted her hips slightly as he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing in again. He circled his finger inside her, taking care to smear the lubricant all along her inner walls. But when she pressed her legs together in a not very subtle attempt to stimulate her clitoris, he slapped her hip, just a quick smack that made her gasp.
“This is not for your pleasure,” he said, his voice husky and thick.
“I’m sorry,” she managed, her own voice breathy.
“How do naughty girls get their temperatures taken, Amy?” he asked, still playing with her, circling his finger inside her.
“Naughty girls get their temperatures taken in their naughty bottoms, sir,” she said.
“Are you ready to take the thermometer into your naughty bottom?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” She then looked back and reached a hand to touch his wrist. “I’m sorry, Cade,” she said, her eyes searching his. He nodded and she turned back, placing her hand once again on the lowest rung of the wrought-iron headboard. Cade smiled at her sweetness, at her acceptance of his dominance, his discipline.
With that, he pulled her bottom cheek wider and inserted the well-lubricated old-fashioned thermometer deep into her bottom, deeper than his finger had gone, although given the narrow circumference of the thing, he imagined the sensation to be much less.
“There,” he said once it was fully seated. He stood, looking back at her with the thermometer sticking out from between her bottom cheeks, the sight arousing him, her submission arousing him. “Do we need to take a photograph for Lydia?” he asked, picking up her iPhone.
Panicked, her head snapped backward. “No! Please don’t!”
He waited a moment, allowing his gaze to penetrate her. “Next time, I will,” he said, setting the phone down. “Stay just like that while it works,” he said and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned with a towel, drying them as he looked at her lying just as he’d left her.
“You can relax your arms,” he said, tossing the towel onto a chair and sitting back down on the bed.
She did, but she wouldn’t look back at him. He checked his watch.
“We’ll be ready to take it out in a few minutes,” he said, turning the thermometer a little.
“How will you punish me?” she asked without looking at him.
“You’ll be sent to stand in the corner with your bare bottom on display while thinking about what you did, how you earned this punishment. After that, I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”
“Spank me?” she asked, glancing back first at him, then at his large right hand.
“Yes. That’s what we’re going to do going forward. I won’t tolerate lying or any other behavior that makes you less than you are. I will be your disciplinarian until you’re able to be more disciplined yourself.”
She nodded, accepting his words. Tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry I disappoint you,” she mumbled.
Cade took her face into his hands. “Honey, I love you. You don’t disappoint me. This choice you made disappoints me. What I’m doing is to help you be better, be what I know you can be. I know about how you were brought up, I understand the way you think even, but it’s time to change that. Do you trust me, Amy? Do you trust that I love you enough to do this?”
“I trust you. I love you. I sometimes don’t understand why you love me, but…”
“That’s enough of that,” he said, cutting her off. “Turn back and face the headboard now.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Lift up a little onto your knees, arch your back, and push your bottom up.”
She groaned but did as he said, her bottom now protruding, her cheeks spreading just enough to expose the pink of her pussy, the ring of her back hole with the thermometer sticking out of it. Cade touched it, turning it a little before pushing it in deeper. Amy squirmed, whimpering, and pressed her face into the bed. He imagined her face was red with embarrassment, as red as her bottom would be when he was finished spanking her for the first time.
“You’ll hold just like that for five more minutes and think about the position you’ve put yourself in, think about how you’ll look standing in the corner if your temperature comes back normal, as I suspect it might. When my wife behaves like a child, I will be forced to treat her like one.”
Amy just nodded her head.
Cade pretended to look through his medical bag while she remained as she was. His cock was hard and he turned away to adjust himself. After some moments, he cleared his throat and returned to her. He took hold of the thermometer in one hand and slowly slid the length of it out of her bottom hole to look at it.
Her temperature was normal, as they both knew it would be.
“I’m sorry, Cade. I lied. I wasn’t sick at all and it was stupid for me to go shopping with Lydia after missing my practice test, and honestly, I was just scared to fail.”
Cade smiled and rubbed her bottom.
“You have to find a way to move beyond that fear, Amy,” he said. “You’re smart, you can do this. You know you can. I know you can. And Professor Brown knows you can.”
She glanced at him from over her shoulder but when he met her gaze, she dropped hers again and nodded.
She smiled a little and sat up to hug him. Cade set the thermometer down on the nightstand and took her into his arms, hugging her tight to him. “I’m glad you told me the truth,” he said.
“I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight to treat you for your hard work with the test,” he said. “We have a reservation at Roberto’s at seven, but I’ll make a call to push that back by an hour so we can deal with the matter of your punishment.”
“You’re still going to punish me? But I just told you I was sorry.”
“Yes, you did, but saying the words and feeling the consequences of your actions are two very different things, Amy. Today you will learn a valuable lesson.”
“Stand up and take off your clothes, everything but your panties.”
“But Cade…” she whined, her face turning to that of a spoiled child who just had her favorite toy taken away.
“Sir. This is punishment. Now stand up,” he said more forcefully. He rose to his feet and, having decided on a corner, he moved the chair that stood there off to the side. He looked back to find her slowly rising and waited while she pulled her t-shirt over her head before slipping her jeans off. She pulled her panties back up and unhooked then slid her bra from her shoulders. She then stood looking at him, covering her breasts.
“Come here, Amy.”
She went to him and he stepped to the side before turning her to face the wall.
“I’m not a child,” she began, but her protest was a weak one.
“No, but your behavior is that of one. Nose touches the wall at all times,” he began, guiding her head to the spot. “In fact,” he began, digging into his pocket for a pencil and drawing a circle on the wall. “Your nose stays in this circle,” he said, his hand between her shoulders pressing her forward. “Clasp opposite elbows behind your back. And these,” he said, taking her panties down to just beneath her hips to expose her lovely, pale, yet unmarked bottom to him. “These stay right here so you’re very aware of how exposed you are.”
He was glad to see that she stood just as he had placed her when he stepped back.
“Thirty minutes just like this. Thirty minutes to think about why you’re standing in the corner with your naughty bottom on display. Thirty minutes to think about the spanking you have coming.”
* * *
Amy stood alone in the corner shifting from foot to foot as the minutes stretched slowly by. When her nose itched, she rubbed it against the wall to scratch it, keeping her hands just where they were all along even though she knew Cade wasn’t in the room. She could hear him talking to the hostess at the restaurant to make the change for their dinner reservation. After hanging up, he made a few more calls before returning to change his clothes and quietly leaving again. She glanced over her shoulder at the clock only to find she had another fifteen minutes remaining. Groaning, she turned her nose back to touch the wall.
He was going to spank her. Her husband had just taken her temperature in the most embarrassing way possible, had sent her to stand in the corner with her bottom bared and on display, and when her time in the corner was up, he was going to take her over his knee and spank her. It was surreal. She felt like one of the characters she’d read about when she’d sneak peeks inside dirty books at the bookstore when she was younger.
What had he said? He was going to be her disciplinarian. God, that word. She swallowed as her sex came alive. She’d been wet when he’d had her lying on her belly, her hips hoisted up by his pillow. She’d grown more wet when he’d told her to spread her legs and had pulled her bottom cheeks apart. She’d been embarrassed as hell. Anal play during sex was very different to what he’d just done, but she had been perhaps even more aroused than ever before. The sensation of his finger on her bottom hole smearing in the lubricant, the thought of her submitting to him, of him watching her, her most private place exposed to him while she lay prone and allowed it, made her want to reach down between her legs and touch herself. It would take just a few moments given the state of arousal she was in.
Arousal. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? How was she aroused at being made to stand in the corner, naked but for her panties pulled to just beneath her hips? That last little detail made the blush she knew was spreading across her cheeks deepen; it made her feel that much more naked, more exposed, more vulnerable.
Without a thought, she shifted her legs so that her panties slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. She then stuck her nose back in the circle Cade had drawn on the wall for her.
Her mind drifted back to Cade. Her husband. Now her disciplinarian. Why was she so aroused by the thought? By the mere word disciplinarian?
The sound of Cade clearing his throat disturbed her thoughts and she immediately stiffened, realizing that perhaps sliding her panties off had not been the best idea. He had lowered them to just below her hips, he’d been specific about her holding them just there when he’d told her to strip off everything else. Would he be angry now? And what about the spanking? A shudder ran through her and her hands felt cold and clammy even while sweat began to collect under her arms and the arousal she’d been feeling turned into something else as she realized that she had no idea what was about to happen. And given that, she knew she would do exactly as Cade said, she would submit to whatever punishment he planned. She wondered how much a spanking would hurt. Surely it would be manageable. Wouldn’t it?
“Did you have permission to take your panties off?” Cade asked from behind her.
She began to turn to answer him, but he stopped her with a ‘tsk-tsk.’
“Keep your nose touching the wall, you’ll be allowed out of the corner when I say so, not before. Now answer my question.”
Heat flooded her face and she dropped her gaze down but kept her nose touching that damned wall. She felt embarrassed and that embarrassment somehow turned to heat between her legs.
“Amy?” came Cade’s voice.
She cleared her throat, feeling hot tears behind her eyes. “No, sir.”
“Then why did you?”
“I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. I asked you why your panties are lying on the floor.”
“I felt… I felt more naked. I felt embarrassed.”
“Hmm.” She could almost imagine his expression. His tone told her he wasn’t angry with her but this was a different side of him, a side of him she didn’t yet know. “Put them back on, please.”
She nodded and squatted down to get them, stepping into them, just glancing at him standing behind her, not at his face but at his body. He’d changed into jeans and was just rolling up his shirtsleeves.
Slowly, she rose, pulling her panties up as she did. Once they reached the tops of her thighs, she paused.
“All the way up and turn around to face me,” he instructed.
Relieved, she did as he said and turned. He looked her over from head to toe and nodded. “Next time, I’ll start the clock over again if you don’t do exactly as you’re told during corner time, do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded quickly and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
Amy watched while he moved a simple wooden chair to the middle of the room and sat down on it.
“Come here, Amy.”
Hesitating, she met his blue gaze, her own eyes wide in anticipation. As if sensing her apprehension, her uncertainty, he nodded once. “You’re all right. It’s just me, just us. Come here.”
She shivered with sudden cold, goose bumps raising the hairs on her arms as she hugged herself, feeling her eyes fill with yet unshed tears. “What are we doing?” she asked.
“We’re changing how we do things, but it doesn’t change us,” Cade said, standing and walking toward her, wrapping his big hands over both of her shoulders, rubbing warmth into them, forcing those tears out as she pressed her forehead to his chest.
“I’m sorry I lied,” she managed after a few moments. She looked up at him. “Do you have to spank me?”
Cade brought his hands to cup either side of her face, studying her. “I don’t think you want me to let you off the hook, do you? Isn’t that how it’s always been for you?”
There was so much more behind his question. Just so much. It was as if he knew everything about her, understood it all. That she came from an upper-middle–class family and she couldn’t remember a time in her life when she wanted for anything. If she got into trouble, all it took were a few words, a quick apology, and she was off the hook. The worst punishment she’d ever had to endure was being grounded for a full weekend. In a strange way, her rebellion came in the form of pushing, pushing, pushing, trying to get a reaction from either her mother or her father who were usually too busy with their own lives to take much interest in hers.
They weren’t bad parents; they weren’t cruel or abusive in any way. They just had strange priorities. Her mother was her father’s second wife, his trophy wife. Most of Amy’s childhood memories consisted of herself, her sister, who, now at twenty-six, was two years older than her, and their nanny. She had been the poster child for ‘poor little rich girl’ and it made her sick. She’d never been held accountable for anything in her life. The way she saw it, no one had cared enough to do it. No one until Cade.
“Please don’t let me off the hook.” Had those words come from her lips?
Cade nodded and slid his hands along her arms to take hold of her hands as he sat down, pulling her to stand between his legs.
“Put your hands up behind your head,” he said, releasing them.
She was unable to hold his gaze as she did, her arms moving up of their own accord until her fingers interlaced at the back of her head. Cade waited patiently, his expression not hard but also not smiling. His gaze traveled slowly over her face and down to her breasts, her belly. He reached a hand out and two fingers hooked to the top of her pastel pink panties, drawing the front slowly down over her shaved pussy, exposing the very top of her slit.
“Eyes on me,” he said, his voice husky while two fingers slid underneath to part the slick folds of her pussy and reveal the swollen nub of her clit. She swallowed when he hovered there but it was only a moment before he moved his fingers to dip into her wet sex. He pushed into her twice before drawing his fingers slowly out and bringing them up so they could both see the glistening evidence of her arousal.
“Did you like standing in the corner with your naughty bottom bared and on display for me?” he asked. “Did it excite you?”
“It embarrassed me,” she defended, looking just beyond his shoulder.
He nodded. “Hmm. Put yourself across my lap. It’s time for your spanking, Amy.”
She hesitated, looking every which way but at him, at his dark blue eyes that glistened and seemed to turn even more blue when he was aroused.
“Here,” he said, taking her wrist and guiding her toward his right side. “Now lie over my lap and put your hands on the floor.”
Amy looked at his thighs, which were thick with muscle. He was a long-distance biker, it was a hobby of his, and he had powerful arms and legs.
It was awkward moving into position but she reached forward, balancing herself with her hands on his thighs as she laid her belly, and then her chest down, and reached for the floor, stretching herself farther forward. Once she stilled, Cade adjusted her position, setting her even farther forward so that her hips were raised high and her toes just brushed the floor. She was 5′5″ tall and Cade topped her by a foot. The top of her head would have touched the floor but he adjusted her again, pulling her tighter to him.
“Reach back and take your panties down, Amy. I want you to bare your own bottom for your spanking.”
Her gaze remained on the pattern of the patchwork blue carpet that covered the hardwood floor. He had bought it for her when she had fallen in love with the thing. She remembered how it was over their budget at the time, but he’d done it for her.
But her trip down memory lane was a short one when Cade cleared his throat. He was waiting for her to bare her bottom. She was about to be spanked by her husband. The thought was just so strange, so completely unreal. Her trembling hands seemed to move of their own accord to take her panties down over her hips to present herself for punishment.
“Good girl,” came Cade’s voice and somehow, those two words reassured her. “Hands and feet remain on the floor at all times, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, eyes wide, her body tight.
His right hand came to rest on her bottom, circling and caressing while his other hand gripped her waist tight to him.
“Tell me why you’re about to be spanked, Amy.”
One giant teardrop fell to the carpet before her and the thick weight of her long auburn hair rested there. “Because I lied to you and to Professor Brown.” More tears. “Because I went shopping instead of going to my tutoring session and pretended to be sick.”
“Do you deserve this punishment?”
“Yes, sir,” she found herself answering.
“Good, because you’re about to get it.”
Cade’s hand left her bottom then and a moment later, the first smack landed, the sound shocking Amy so she gripped the legs of the chair. It didn’t so much hurt after a second, but that sound: she’d never thought of how loud a spanking could be. He smacked her other cheek this time and Amy braced herself for what was to come. Without a word and without pause, her husband spanked her bare bottom, one cheek then the other, again and again until sound was an afterthought and stinging hot pain was at the forefront of her mind. Her knuckles went white on the legs of the chair and she realized she must have been kicking when he shifted his legs and trapped both of hers between his thighs. He continued, spanking her harder, his pattern shifting now to hit the same spot five times, quick, short spanks that left a hot burn in their wake when he moved to repeat the treatment on her other cheek. She heard her own breath, her own grunting, her own small sounds when she began to cry out, to tell him to slow down, that it hurt, that it was too much, that she was sorry, and when she reached back to try to cover herself, he caught first one wrist, then both in his one hand, carrying on with her punishment all along.
“Please, Cade! It’s enough, I promise. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“You’re being disciplined, Amy,” he began calmly. “What do you call me during a disciplinary session?” he asked, smacking five times just on the outside of her right hip before pausing for her answer.
“Sir! I’m sorry, sir. Please stop, it’s enough, I promise.”
“Almost there,” he said. “Stop clenching your bottom and we’ll wrap it up.”
Amy groaned and forced herself to relax her muscles. When she did, his hold on her wrists softened too.
“Do you think you can keep your hands and feet on the floor for the last ones?” he asked. “It’s how I’d like you to take your punishments going forward, submitting to them rather than having to be restrained for them.”
She nodded and when he released her wrists, she wiped the tears from her face.
“How much more? It hurts so much.” It did hurt, the sting of so many smacks in a concentrated space multiplying, making her bottom grow hotter, her skin tighter.
“Twenty more, then it will be over as long as you keep both hands and feet on the floor and your bottom soft. Understand?”
“Let’s make it thirty then.”
She covered her face with her hands, already knowing not to argue the number, and nodding. “Yes, sir,” she said, bracing herself.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she looked forward. “I’m ready, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, starting on the crease just between her bottom and her thigh. This time, he struck fifteen times on one side first before moving to complete the punishment with another fifteen on the other side. By the time he was finished, she was sucking in air. It took all she had to keep hands and feet on the floor and she knew she hadn’t kept her bottom soft like he’d wanted.
“There,” he said, slowly lifting her to sit on his lap. She flinched when her bottom made contact with the rough material of his jeans but he parted his legs soon so she sat between his thighs as he held her to him, one big hand closing over her shoulder before cradling the back of her head when she turned her face into his chest, the other resting on her thigh.
“I’m sorry, Cade. I’m so sorry for disappointing you.”
“Shh. You only disappoint me when you are so easy to let yourself down. I love you, Amy, and I believe in you.”
She cried into his chest, his words, his faith in her almost too hard to bear. She nodded her head.
“It’s almost over now, Amy.”
“Almost?” she asked, looking up at him.
He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb and smiled. “You’ll have to tell Professor Brown the truth and see about making up this session. It’s important.”
“I have to tell him I lied? Can’t I just…”
Cade looked at her as if studying her face, her eyes, and she nodded, knowing he was right, knowing she needed to come clean with Professor Brown. It was the right thing to do. She nodded again and Cade smiled.
“You’re a good girl, Amy. I know it won’t be easy, but you’ll be doing the right thing.”
“Why does the right thing always have to be the hard thing?” she asked, smiling a little.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up and get ready to go out for dinner.”
“I’m not sure I can sit through dinner,” she said as he stood her on her feet.
“You’ll be fine, that was a light spanking.”
“Light?” she asked as he stood.
“Believe it or not.”
Just then it dawned on her. “Wait. Have you done this before?”
He smiled and reached down to kiss her. “We’ll talk about it at dinner. Go have a shower,” he said.
“Oh. My. God! You have!”
“Go!” he said, laughing at her expression. He checked his watch and turned away. “We’re going to be late and we have one more thing to take care of before we leave.”
“What one more thing?” she asked. Was her punishment not yet over?
“You’ll see when you’re finished with your shower. Go.” Smiling, he turned to walk out of the bedroom. “Oh, and Amy?” he began. “Don’t touch yourself. You’re not allowed to come until I make you come, understand?”
Her sex blazed at his words. She stood, her mouth open, and watched him walk out the door before turning to head into the shower. How would he know anyway? He wasn’t expecting her to go to dinner in this state, was he? And why was she even so aroused? She shook her head in confusion.