Dressed in her favorite orange and pink fuzzy pajama set, Jilly walked out of the bathroom and headed for her husband, who was still clad in his work pants and white shirt as he sat on their bed.
“You look exhausted, Joe. How was the flight home?”
Though he appeared tired, his stare was one of a determined man. “It was fine.”
“If you’re not in the mood for conversation, I’m sure there are other activities we could engage in,” she teased, rubbing her face up and down his bristly cheek.
“There’s no doubt we could both could cook up something fun and sexy to do, but right now I have a much more pressing issue.”
She inched backward and watched as he slowly crossed his arms. “W-What kind of issue?”
Arm crossing is usually a bad sign. Maybe I should make a run for it.
“There was an odd inflection in your voice the other night when I called, and something tells me you weren’t being honest. We made an agreement that we wouldn’t hide anything from each other, and I want to know why you sounded so anxious.”
Jill’s face fell as she swiveled her body to the side, ready to dash into the hall. “But I didn’t lie to you…”
Joe wagged a thick finger in her direction. “Don’t you dare turn your back on me, young lady. In my book, hiding the truth and lying are the same thing. It’s called lying by omission.”
“Honestly, I just told Dr. Battle yesterday that I was going to come clean as soon as you came home. And here we are, ready to have that conversation,” she said with a guilty grin, stretching out both hands.
“On. This. Bed. Right. Now.”
Jill climbed onto the bed and sat in front of him, ready to tell him the whole story of what really happened. “The day you left, I did some writing and then drove to the grocery store for a few things.”
He nodded. “Keep going.”
“I bought some stuff from McGinnis’s Deli to make a turkey sandwich, but then I decided to eat a bowl of cereal instead. And I’m sure that you wouldn’t think sweet granola is a well-balanced evening meal, but it had raisins and almonds in it…”
“Jillian Rae McDormand. We both know the angst in your voice over the phone that night was not from guilt because of what you ate for dinner.”
She inched closer to him and pressed her head to his chest. “A man called, and I thought it was you fooling around.”
“Dear God,” he whispered, gently putting a finger under her chin to raise it. “What man, and what do you mean by fooling around?”
“He wanted to know what I was wearing…”
“Jesus, Jilly. What did you tell him?”
“I’d just come out of the shower, and I thought it was you…”
Joe sat in silence, wearing an incredulous expression.
“All I had on was a pair of bikini panties.”
The blood drained from his face. “You told him that? Jesus Christ! And then what did he say?”
She shrugged, knowing there was more. Much more.
“Out with it.”
“He wanted to know if I’d masturbate while we were on the phone together.”
“For God’s sake, Jill. How could a stranger possibly have the same voice as I do?”
Jill squirmed in his arms, recalling the moment when she realized the man on the phone wasn’t her husband. “Well, he claimed to be sick, and he really did sound raspy.”
“When did you realize that it wasn’t me?”
“His tone suddenly switched from patient and easy-going to ice cold. You can be a complicated man with different sides to your personality, but you’re never mean.”
Joe kneaded a muscle in the back of his neck. “So, then what did you do?”
“I hung up, but…”
“Well, he called again.”
“For God’s sake. And you answered?”
Her nod was remorseful. “He didn’t say anything, but I could hear him breathing. After he hung up, I ran downstairs and turned on the security system.”
“You could’ve gone to Sherrie and Richard’s to sleep instead of staying here alone.”
“The thought occurred to me, but I was afraid to leave the house. I was afraid he was waiting outside.”
His hand clenched and unclenched. “Why would you think that?”
“Because the last thing he said was, “get closer to the window, so I can see your tender cunt.”
Glaring at her, he rubbed his neck, moved off the mattress, and paced back and forth in front of the bed, his imagination searching for any reason why she wouldn’t have been honest with him. “And then I call, and you pretend everything is fine. Why in the hell didn’t you tell me the truth?”
“I didn’t want you leave your meeting because of me.”
“First, I would’ve called the police, and then I would’ve booked a red-eye home.”
“Joe, no one was banging on our door outside. And now that I’ve had time to calm down, I’m thinking it was probably a random call.”
He ran thick tense fingers through his hair. “No one has called since?”
“No. I’ve heard if you hang up right away on a prank caller, they usually won’t try again because what they’re looking for is a reaction.”
“But he did try again, and you answered the phone.”
“I know. But I didn’t speak to him.”
“Well, I’m calling the police. This is nothing to fool around with—and it would be good to have a record of this type of harassment on file, should he ever decide to bother you again. Are we in agreement on that?”
His head inclined toward hers. “Yes?”
“Good. Because now we need to address another issue. Don’t we?”
After Jill inched herself off the bed, he watched as she nervously put her arms behind her back.
“We made a promise to be honest with each other. Do you think that vow had been broken?”
She nodded. “I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want to…”
He gently turned her around, placed his palm to the small of her back, and guided her to the corner. “You should know by now that you’re much more important to me than a couple of business meetings. Trust me, the people around the table at Google would’ve carried on just fine without my opinions. You, on the other hand, needed me here to take care of you.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Do you think it was naughty to keep something from your daddy?”
“Yes,” she mewled quietly.
“You know very well that in this house, disobedient little girls are spanked on their bare bottom. Nose against the wall and slide those pajama pants down. Now.”
“Come on, Joey. It’s late and we’re both tired. Can’t we do this in the morning when we’re both fresh and thinking clearly?”
“My thought process is crystal clear, thank you,” he said, tapping his foot on the floor. “Do I need to assist you? Because that will only result in extra swats. Or have you forgotten that rule, too?”
“No. I’ll do it.” She curled her fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled the fleecy pink fabric to her knees before whirling her head around. “Extras with what?”
He smacked her lower globe with the flat of his hand and watched as a bright pink handprint bloomed against a canvas that was white as snow. “Your square hairbrush should make quite a lasting impression today. Now don’t move from this spot while I go find it.”
“You know I hate when you use that thing.”
“And you know you’ll be spanked good and hard for lying to me. Now, soften your butt like you’re supposed to, bad girl,” he growled, waiting for her to comply before landing a matching print on her other cheek.
Jill wiggled her behind to shake off the sting, but she didn’t utter a word.
“While I’m gone, I suggest you extend your bare disobedient bottom and think about the bad choice you made.”
When Joe returned from the bathroom with Jill’s hairbrush in his hand, he saw that she was standing in the preferred position. Her round naked ass was extended, her forehead was leaning against the wall, and she was mumbling to herself.
“Since you seem to have no trouble moving your lips right now, I have a line I’d like you to recite.”
Her neck instantly swerved to the side. “What?”
“You’ll count each smack and repeat a promise every time this hairbrush lands on your bare butt.”
“You want me to count? W-We’ve never done that.”
He tapped the brush against the back of his hand. “Well, you will today, my darling little one. In fact, after you count each spank, you’ll say, I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“Jesus Christ. You need to stop educating yourself with those damn domestic discipline novels I write.”
Joe gave her ass five smacks that came down hard and fast. Then he tilted his mouth close to her ear and spoke in a calm voice. “How enlightened do I seem now?”
She stood still and stared straight ahead.
“Finally, a sensible decision to keep your lips closed. Now place your palms flat on the wall and steady yourself.”
Jill swerved her face and opened her mouth. “Can I call the governor of Pennsylvania to ask him for a last-minute reprieve?”
Although he was usually amused by her quick wit, his manner remained resolute as he landed another sturdy swat to her blushing backside. Naturally, Jill squealed and danced around trying to make a quick getaway, but his arm held her firmly in place while he reached down to spank her tender thighs. Joe was determined to remain steadfast to his principles, and that stern spanking finally got his wife to stop talking.
“Now that you’ve managed to button up those sassy lips of yours, I want you to stick your behind out a bit farther and be still,” he said, patting the lower end of her soft buttock with the back of the brush. And then, with a quick twist of his wrist, he landed the flat part of the Lucite instrument squarely onto her tender flesh.
“Aghhh!” The sound that emerged from her dry throat was high-pitched and echoed off the four walls of the room.
“You were to count each smack I give you, and then you’ll promise not to lie anymore. Was my directive too difficult for you to remember?”
Swiveling her head back to its original position, her response came in a small childlike voice. “O-One. I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“I certainly hope that you won’t,” he said, giving a brisk swat to the other side.
But instead of continuing the count, Jill’s eyes pooled with tears as she pleaded with him. “I was wrong and I’m sorry!”
“That second swat that was just applied to your naughty ass won’t count unless you tell me what I want to hear. Would you like me to start over?”
“Nooo…” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“No, sir would’ve been the preferable answer, and I hope you’ll remember that the next time you address me during a spanking.” The third crack came quick and left a square pink imprint about a half an inch higher than the first.
As she turned her cheek to the side, he watched a lone tear run down her face.
“Please! It hurts! It hurts!”
“I’m sure it does, and you better continue counting, or…”
“Three!” she bit out. “I’ll never lie to my daddy again!”
Landing the fourth smack, he watched as the lower left quadrant of her ass became a blotchy sea of red.
“Four! I swear I’ll never lie to you again. I swear! Can’t that be the last one?”
“Now, I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I didn’t carry through on my promises,” he said, landing the brush on her blushing butt for the final time. “And may I suggest counting that last swat? Unless, of course, you’d like me to start again…”
Her fingers flew back to grasp her fiery cheeks as she danced on the balls of her feet. “Five! I’ll never lie to my daddy again. Oh, God. It stings! It stings!”
But he reacted quickly and captured her wrists together in one of his large hands. “You know better than that. Now step out of your pajamas and march that hot bottom of yours across the room. I want to see that naughty ass bent over the dresser.”
Jill heard his heavy footsteps trail behind her as she padded her way across their bedroom floor. And when they finally reached the low chest of drawers, Joe met her sad eyes in the attached mirror as a heartfelt sob escaped from her throat.
“When you act like a misbehaved little girl, you know very well that your daddy will treat you like one. How many times do we need to talk about this?”
Her tears fell freely as she hung her head and wiggled her ass. “It hurts like hell when you spank me with that damn thing.”
In the mirror’s reflection, she watched him gaze lovingly at her reddened buttocks before he lifted her hands and placed them flat on the dresser. “Behave yourself, so I can show you what your husband originally planned to do when he got home,” he whispered as his thick fingers found the slit of her slick lower lips.
A mixture of shame and arousal coursed through her body as her sex quivered under his gentle touch. “I guess there are some things that I’ll never be able to hide from you.”
“Like how my sweet girl’s pussy gushes when she’s disciplined?”
“Jesus, Joey. You know what that kind of talk does to me.”
“I sure do.” He pulled his hand from her clit and smacked her tender butt. “And my naughty, naughty wife will tell me how much it turns her on, or I’ll stop right now.”
Her face blushed with embarrassment and her mouth quivered as she stared at his handsome reflection in the mirror. “Please. You know how hard it is for me to say the words out loud.”
“Funny. It’s never difficult for you to put those dirty words on paper, though.” With a palm under Jill’s knee, he elevated her leg and positioned it on the short dresser.
But instead of giving in, she shook her head adamantly. “I can’t!”
“How about if I spank your bottom hole? Would that help you to share your thoughts?” Joe’s tone was soft as his two fingers rubbed the rosebud in between her cheeks, and then he lightly spanked the supple muscle.
“Okay—okay!” she managed through a quick gasp of air. “All you have to do is say the word spanking and I have butterflies fluttering in my belly, so you can imagine what happens to my clit when you actually turn your warning into the real deal. Who knows why I have that kind of reaction, b-but I-I do.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, steadying her wobbly knee with a firm hand. “And that admission definitely deserves a reward. Let’s see… would my sweetie like her kitty licked tonight?” He dragged his fingers across the trembling flesh of her thighs and parted her legs as he slowly teased the wet seam of her shivering sex with the tip of his tongue.
“Myyy Godddd,” she moaned, barely able to stand on one leg as the folds of her velvety skin trembled in response to him lapping up the moisture from her soaked entrance.
“Behave yourself, little lady. Unless you want these hot cheeks of yours to end up in the corner.”
She bucked backward as his tongue slid under the hood of her throbbing bud. “I can’t stand still when you do that. I-I’m almost there. I’m going to come.”
“You know how I like to taste your heavenly nectar before fucking you senseless, my love. And there will be no coming until I say you can. So, maybe you should try to concentrate on something else. Unless, of course, you want another spanking.”
As he bent her ass over further, Jill’s breasts pressed against the cool mahogany and she lifted her head to catch a glimpse of his stunning mirrored image. Watching him jerk his pants down in one swift movement, a short, heated breath caught in her throat, and her eyes were instantly drawn to his thick cock rising in the air as he stood directly behind her.
A deep feral noise came from his chest as he mightily palmed his stiff shaft before teasing her slippery sex with the broad tip. Sliding his heavy girth inside her slick lips, he took his time stretching the narrow walls of her tender tissue and she let out a soft gasp as he finally filled her to the hilt. But when he pulled out his stiff member, only to thrust it back in fervently, her body shuddered as she sucked in a sharp breath, watching his stern hooded eyes staring back at her in the mirror.
“Don’t you dare.”
My clit is ticking like the second hand of a stopwatch, and it’s only a matter of time before it explodes into a full-fledged mind-bending orgasm. Damn him! He knows I’m hanging on by a thread!
“Please?” she mouthed to his reflection.
“Not yet, bad girl,” he said, giving her ass a swift smack.
She bit down on her lower lip and pressed her nerve-filled pearl firmly onto his cock, rubbing it slowly against his taut skin. Her clit was aching to explode, and she wanted to beg him for mercy—but she could barely breathe, let alone form a sentence. So, she decided to let her wanton expression in the reflective glass do all the talking. But all that got her was another slap on her ass.
“You will wait for permission.”
Through tight lips, she whimpered and elevated her buttocks, desperately wanting her furrowed entrance to be filled.
“Mmm hmm. I know what my naughty one wants,” he rasped, tapping the tip of his finger onto her dusky crinkled flesh.
She exhaled a soft moan as her rosebud clenched and unclenched, aching to be filled. Her pussy was brimming with his rock-hard shaft and she was on the precipice of an orgasm.
Christ. He knows what I love. And he knows I’m about to burst.
“Please?” she mewled.
“Go ahead, my love,” he said, casually fucking her ass with his finger. “Rub that soaked pussy over my cock nice and fast until you come good and hard.”
“Ohhh, Godddd!” As she tossed her head back and grinded her engorged nub onto his steeled member, a thrill of pleasure coursed through her body like a bolt of lightning, her clit beating with an unstoppable force. Wanting to ride the same wave with her, he thrust deep inside her one last time, bumping her cervix before flooding her with his pulsing hot seed.
Silence filled the air and neither of them moved as his liquid love raced down her quivering thighs from her soaked sex. Reveling in the moment, she inhaled a fragrant combination of his delicious masculine scents and pressed her hot cheeks backward onto his cool flesh. As he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her up into his broad chest, she released a low satisfied purr.
“That sound is music to my ears, kitten.”
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