Brandy rolled over and nuzzled deeper into her pillow. She was so warm and comfortable in her bed that she just couldn't bear to rise. The sound and smell of a steady spring rain lulled her back to sleep every time she attempted to try to climb out of bed.
The shrill ring of the telephone jarred her slightly awake, reaching over she fumbled with the receiver and mumbled a barely intelligible "hullo".
"Brandy Lynn, do NOT tell me you still have your ass in bed!!!!", her husband, Colby, bellowed over the line. She instantly bolted upright in bed trying to get her mind to focus so she could come up with the perfect excuse for her still being there.
"Hi...umm...hello darling, ummm, of course I'm not still in bed. I was just..", Her mind whirled trying to come up with anything to tell him about what she was doing with her day. She knew that there were things that she was responsible to see done before this evening.
"Do NOT lie to me, missy, I know from the tone of your voice and the stammering that you are still in bed. I'm not going to let that little lie go unpunished either, I assure you. Now tell me why you are still in bed when you have things to do today. Things that NEED done considering we are having my boss and his wife for dinner this evening! Did you forget that little fact? Did you get the groceries for the meal? Did you see that the house was immaculate? Did you pick up my suit from the cleaners? Well, little miss, I am waiting for an answer!"
"Ummmm....Colby, I will get everything done on time, I promise....It slipped my..."
"Damn it, girl! You know this is an important evening and there you are with your ass still in bed! Get your ass up and get busy. After the dinner is over, we will have a little chat about the importance of time management. You'd better get a move on and things better be perfect or things will be worse than you can imagine for that bottom of yours. NOW MOVE!"
With that ultimatum said, there was a click as he hung up the phone. Her heart was racing and she knew she was in for a very painful evening and didn't even want to think about what would happen to her bottom if things turned out less than what he expected. The dinner totally slipped her mind and the peaceful feeling she had while lazing in bed quickly dissipated.
Colby was a very good, kind husband, but was also very strict. At the onset of their relationship he told her what he expected from her. Theirs was a 50/50 deal. He believed strongly in domestic discipline; not just delivering it but also receiving it. He believed that instead of arguing and being upset with one another for days on end things could be better dealt with by administering discipline and giving immediate forgiveness. In the course of the discipline being meted out, the receiver had no say in what was given; they must give total control over to the disciplinarian. On occasion that included sexual favors, so to speak. Often, he found himself on the stinging end of the paddle, belt, cane, hairbrush or any of the other implements they had in their arsenal, but, more often than not, she was the one on the receiving end. She just couldn't manage to stay out of trouble longer than a week. She just got over a blistering session with his strop and paddle and now she was in for more!
Putting on her clothes, she raced around town getting the makings for dinner, picking up his suit, making it home in time to start dinner, do a quick cleaning of the house and get herself bathed. By the time Colby came home at 5:15 all she had to do was her makeup and throw on her outfit. She could tell by the look in his eyes as he surveyed the house that he was less than pleased with its appearance but there was nothing that could be done. Their guests would arrive within 45 minutes and there was still much to do. The table looked beautiful with white candles, that when lit would cast soft, dancing shadows on the walls. A beautiful vase with a simple arrangement of white calla lilies graced the center of a table that was set with their finest Limoge china.
"We haven't much time, so go and get ready. Wear the black dress I like so well. I'm hopping in the shower." Colby said, without as much as a glimpse at her. She could feel the disappointment he still felt towards her. She turned and went to her room to get ready. She wound her long hair into a simple French knot and applied her makeup simply and elegantly. She heard the shower start as she finished and went to finalize the dinner preparations.
Colby sauntered downstairs looking resplendent in his charcoal grey, Inghirami suit.
"Well, at least the table looks beautiful and the food smells delicious....we will discuss your housekeeping later this evening. Now, we have 5 minutes before our guests arrive and I believe that those minutes will be well spent giving you a sore bottom to sit upon while we entertain and to give you thought as to what you will be getting later."
She stood in stunned silence for a second before sighing and waiting for further instructions. She could tell by his demeanor that there would be no negotiating. She did not relish the idea of trying not to squirm all evening while trying to keep up small talk.
"Go get me the wooden spatula...you know the one you hate so much. Present it to me then hike up the dress, drop the panties and get yourself bent over the counter top." He said, gruffly. He was fed up with her carefree attitude concerning the house and his business contacts. This dinner was the last opportunity he had to impress his boss and get the promotion of his dreams. The decision would be final within the week and there were 4 other men and women up for it. And she pulls this!!!!! Her bottom was definitely going to pay the price for this little stunt.
Brandy went and retrieved the spatula from the drawer and cringed just at the sight of it. This was an implement she dreaded; each stroke seemed to feel like a branding iron pressed to her bottom.
She went and stood before him with the spatula, bowing her head and handing it to him; she requested that he use it to punish her bare bottom.
"Please, Sir, use this to punish my naughty, bare bottom so I will learn my lesson about disappointing you."
"I certainly shall, young lady, now prepare yourself as I instructed."
"Yes, Sir."
She walked over and stood before the counter. She pulled her dress up around her waist and lowered her panties to her knees where they immediately fell and pooled around her feet. Bending over she spread her legs wide and thrust her bottom out, exposing all of her private areas to his view.
Colby walked up and stood behind her, eyeing her freshly shaven pussy and the tight ring of her anus. MMMmmm...he wished he had time to partake in one..or both..of those treasures. However, he had a job to do and he only had a few short minutes to do it in.
Raising his arm high he brought the spatula whizzing down to land with a loud slap on her bottom. He watched her bottom cheek dent in deeply as it hit. A perfect, scarlet imprint rose up quickly on her bottom as she let out a loud moan. He raised his arm again and started raining the strokes down, one after another. Only a second or two passed before another stroke would land.
Brandy tried to stand as still as possible while Colby harshly spanked her bottom. It felt like a swarm of hornets had landed and kept stinging her bottom over and over again. For 3 minutes she stood squirming and crying while he rained down stroke after stroke of the hard wooden spatula onto her tender bare bottom.
Finally he stopped after making sure her entire bottom and tops of her thighs were painted a bright red. He put the spatula away and started rubbing her bottom. Her pussy was soaked with her juices, as he knew it would be because she always got turned on while being punished no matter how painful of an ordeal it was for her. He refused to touch her private areas though; she hadn't earned the privilege of his touch yet.
Brandy stayed were she was and let him rub and comfort her bottom. She wished he would rub another area a little lower down because she was so incredibly horny but she knew that any chance of her having an orgasm was a long ways away. Not until he gave permission, which she knew all too well would not be given until after the rest of her punishment this evening had ended.
"Stay as you are, Brandy, I'll be back"
"Yes, Sir"
She didn't have long to wait, mere seconds after he walked out he was back. He walked behind her and spread her bottom cheeks with his left hand. She felt something cool and slick on her anus and then felt his finger slide into her to the hilt, bringing her up onto her tiptoes. She hated anything to do with anal play. He usually demanded it when she was being punished but she always hated it. It hurt her so bad, just his finger hurt her, his cock was damn near unbearable. After a few seconds, she felt his finger withdraw and felt something much larger starting to stretch her anus wide.
"Please, stop, Sir, it hurts. IT HURTS"
"You are being punished, things are supposed to hurt. I think an evening entertaining our guests with this nice, big butt plug in that tight bottom of yours will serve as a good reminder of what you did to deserve punishment and just what other punishments you are to receive. But think of it this way, my dear, this butt plug will also stretch you out a bit, so when I go to stick my cock into this nice ass later, it won't hurt nearly as much."
With that being said, he gave a final push on the plug, watching it stretch her anus wide before it clamped down on the plugs more slender stem when it was fully inserted.
"Ok, they will be here any minute, go straighten yourself out and come back here to check on dinner." Colby said, in passing as he went and sat in the living room to await his guests.
Brandy reached slowly down and pulled up her panties. She could feel the butt plug shift inside of her with every movement she made. Her bottom hole felt raw and her ass felt like it was on fire from the paddling. She gingerly walked to her bedroom and checked on her appearance. Other than having to fix her eye makeup a bit she didn't look any worse for wear. She just had to keep reminding herself to try her best to walk normally so that their guests wouldn't think there was something wrong with her. Colby would have no qualms what so ever in telling them that she was spanked if asked. They may already know about their lifestyle, as far as she knew.
The guests arrived and after a pre-dinner cocktail, she served their meal. Soup, salad, herbed chicken breasts with white wine sauce, wild rice, and glazed baby carrots was the best she could do on the time she allotted herself. It wasn't the elegant meal the Colby had anticipated and she knew that she would also pay the price for that this evening. All in all, though, the dinner went off without a hitch. She managed not to squirm too much and made intelligent small talk with both of their guests. She served dessert and was proud of how things were going. After the dessert was finished, the men asked to be excused and made their way into the living room to "talk shop" and have a drink. Brandy sat and had coffee with the boss's wife and quite enjoyed the conversation. She was a very intelligent woman to talk to and before she knew it, they were preparing to leave. She could tell by the mannerisms of the boss that he was impressed with Colby and she had a good feeling that he would be getting the promotion he longed for.
Immediately after their guests left, Colby turned to her, loosening his tie. She knew the time had come to pay the piper. From the look in his eyes, she could tell it wasn't going to be a simple hand spanking.
"Brandy, I am going to go and change now. After that, you will be punished for your antics this afternoon. Right now, all you have to do is go strip out of those clothes and get into the living room corner. Don't bother putting anything else on, I want you nude. I'll be down shortly to begin. Get a move on, young lady".
His voice was calm and steady, the look in his eyes said, quite clearly, that there was not room for discussion; she had just better follow his directions and make no argument.
