This four chapter story is completed, and will be posted at roughly one chapter per week.
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Jennifer threw her head back as jolts of pleasure and pain burst through her body. Repeatedly, Richard's hand landed on her bare ass, and she felt the stinging sensation melt into a familiar burn. Her stress faded with each blow.
She had followed her husband's instructions, removing her panties in the taxi on the way back from the airport. Moments after arriving, she found herself over his lap. Jennifer still wore her business suit, her skirt pulled up to expose her round ass. Part of her felt this was wrong. It's not appropriate for a respected business woman to willingly take a spanking over her husband's knee. But that just made it so much more desirable. To say Jennifer wanted his strict hand would be an under-statement. With every fiber of her being, she needed this release. The weight of her day melted away as her ass moved with each slap.
Sensing she'd had enough, Richard helped Jennifer to her feet. With her skirt still hiked up around her hips, she rubbed her ass and felt its radiant heat. He smiled confidently at her as he took in the sight. She still had her hair up in a neat creation, but a few deep brown tufts had escaped during the spanking. Expecting to end up exposed before him, she had neatly trimmed her pubic hair, leaving only a narrow strand. He seemed to like it that way.
"Now, take off your clothes," he said, his voice demanding.
She unbuttoned her jacket with unsteady fingers. How could she still feel so vulnerable around him after all these years? It was a sensual wonder. After dropping the jacket on the floor, her blouse followed, leaving her with just her skirt around her hips and a black lace bra, which held up her straining breasts. High heels emphasized her toned legs. He nodded towards her bra, and she reached behind to unclasp it. Her tits fell free, swaying heavily before her husband. He looked pleased as he studied them, and she invitingly pushed her chest out for his benefit.
She lowered her gaze as he stood. He began circling, and moved his strong hands over her delicate skin. She flinched as he suddenly slapped her tender cheeks. Standing behind her, one hand traveled up her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth as he reached her breast. He felt its weight in his hand before softly pinching her pink nipple. She savored the familiar tickle of his beard against her neck as he kissed it.
When he turned her body, she marveled at the weakness in her legs as their eyes met. His gaze was demanding, but warmth shined through. Jennifer knew what was expected, and sank to the floor. Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his already firm cock. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he nodded. Leaning in, she took it between her lips. It grew even harder inside her mouth, and the sloppy sounds of her worship filled the room. The skirt around her hips and high heels were a reminder of the stature of the woman who now submissively knelt on the floor, her ass reddened from the spanking.
Richard pulled away before she brought forth his climax. Sometimes, he would finish in her mouth or on her face before sitting back and watching as she pleasured her own body. She loved touching herself for him. It left her feeling like a submissive slut. But, having been apart for nearly two weeks, they both craved the entrance of his powerful cock into her needy core.
"Get on the couch," he commanded.
She obeyed. Positioned face down against the cushion, her ass became the highest point of reference. She reached between her legs and felt the wetness as she invitingly parted her lips for him. Silently, she remained in that position as he slowly undressed.
The couch moved as he knelt behind her. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, and with one steady motion, pushed deep inside her. She wailed in gratification. With a mounting force, he moved in and out of her trembling frame. Soon, his hips slammed domineeringly against her tender ass. Jennifer's moans escalated in tempo and volume, as he began slapping her cheeks. Ecstasy overtook her and she quaked as the orgasm took her body. Her husband continued to spank her as she screamed through her climax. Richard grunted as he pressed himself against her and released a seemingly endless flow inside her contracting enfold.
He collapsed on top of her, softly kissing her neck and face. Their bliss transcended words. His hands tenderly caressed her spent body. Eventually, she left and cleaned up. Her ass was still glowing upon her return, with several imprints from his hand visible.
"Thank you, I needed that," she said softly, rubbing her cheeks.
"I know you did," he replied, smiling lovingly at her.
She really was a lucky woman. Few men would be comfortable with their wife as the breadwinner, especially if they were charged with staying home to take care of ground support. Jennifer loved her job and deserved her recent appointment as the head of a multinational building company. In no way did she regret accepting the promotion, since she felt more than ready for the task. To some extent, she even enjoyed the excessive travel that came with the new position. The downside was that she missed Richard terribly when she was away. His firm hand was no small part of that longing.
She wasn't sure from where this desire originated. It hadn't really been there when they first met, but had gradually become a significant part of their relationship. As she climbed the corporate ladder, Jennifer increasingly found herself yearning for her husband's strict hand. Early on, she felt that a regular spanking kept her humble. But she had stopped trying to rationalize her deviance. She enjoyed getting spanked—it was a simple as that.
No... 'Enjoy' wasn't enough to describe her feeling at this point. She craved it. She desired it. She needed it. Going without eventually made her feel tense and unfocused. Her considerate husband had surprised her with a paddle to bring on her travels and use on herself. He even had it engraved, "Mrs. Turner" prominently displayed in a decorative silver font against the black leather. It was flexible, and the sound of its impact was more significant than its infliction. She would use it, as needed, while she masturbated in her hotel rooms. Of course, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as Richard's hand.
Two days with her husband passed quickly and it was soon time to pack her bags and fly off again. Her lack of enthusiasm was evident.
"Maybe you should delegate more responsibility to local management," Richard suggested.
"I would, honey. But it's a big project. I have to meet with the local branch, and then seal the deal with the subcontractors. And..."
Her phone interrupted the conversation.
"That was Hannah," she said as she put down the phone. "She'll be here with the taxi in ten minutes."
"Did you pack everything?" Richard asked.
She sighed. "Yeah, I have a good routine these days."
"You'll be fine," he said, picking up on her gloomy mood. He always did. "Before you know it, you'll be home again. And maybe this trip will be interesting."
She hugged him, pressing her face closely against his strong chest. It was her last chance to feel small, and even before leaving, she already longed to be back in his safe embrace. As Richard's strong arms wrapped around her, she tried to tuck the sensation deep in her brain. When she was alone later, she would draw on this memory to comfort herself.
"Did you say ten minutes?" he asked.
A moment later, she lay across his lap with her legs slightly parted, skirt pulled up and her panties around her knees. His hand rained down on her bare ass, and she savored every humbling slap. The excitement built in her body and pushed away the melancholy of her inevitable departure.
She wanted to turn off the phone when it rang. This haven under her husband's forceful hand was where she wished to remain. But they both knew better. He helped her to her feet.
"Oh, now I really don't want to go," she whined.
