Car Trouble
I had just arrived home after two days in London on business, only to be greeted by Emily, my wife of ten years tearfully confessing that she had damaged my pride and joy; my Triumph TR6 that I had lovingly restored over the last two and a half years. To say I was absolutely fuming would be an understatement - this was almost ground for divorce!
She knew that she wasn't insured to drive it and to make matters worse it turned out that she had also allowed her friend Katie to get behind the wheel for a laugh. It was not a laugh though when Katie misjudged a corner on a country lane and managed to scrape the passenger side on a concrete gate post.
Emily was rightly terrified of how I would react, so decided not to message me to let me know the bad news. She had to sit and stew on her predicament until I returned home. She told me straight away and before I took off my coat, I went straight to the garage to see the damage for myself.
The gleaming British Racing Green paintwork down the passenger door panel had been scratched and dented. Luckily the wheel arch and rear panels had escaped. I was a little bit relieved as it could have been much worse! I knew someone who could knock out the dent and re-spray the door panel and that would pretty much put the old girl back to her former glory.
I still decided that this act of vandalism, instigated by my wife could be used to my advantage so, I laid my anger on pretty thick when I returned to the house!
"What the fuck were you thinking? Firstly, taking my TR6 out when you know you are not insured and secondly allowing your so-called friend drive it!"
"What if you hit another car?" "What if you killed somebody?"
Emily just stood in front of me, her bottom lip quivering, on the verge of tears.
"....I'm sorry....but it was a beautiful day and we wanted a little drive in the country with the top down," she sobbed. "I'm really, really sorry darling... I'll pay for the damage.
"Don't 'darling' me. You know how much time and effort I have put into restoring that car. There is no point you paying for the repairs, after all it's all 'our money', so that is not exactly hurting you is it? You need to learn a lesson from this. You really need to be punished."
I saw a flicker of light in Emily's eyes when I said the words 'hurt' and 'punish' as we have recently started playing around with spanking in the bedroom as a prelude to sex. I had introduced it after she had annoyed me when she was late getting ready to go out...again. I called her 'a naughty girl' pulled her skirt up and gave her a few slaps on her white lacy knickers. She struggled and kicked out but I held her firmly, dragging her panties down before spanking her naked arse until it was quite red.
I really enjoyed the power trip and being dominant, but when she started to cry, I thought that I had pushed it too far. I think was wrong! Once I released my grip, she couldn't rip my jeans and boxer shorts off fast enough! She urgently pushed me onto the bed, grabbed my hardened cock and guided it straight into her sodden pussy. She then asked me to spank her arse whilst she rode me like there was no tomorrow until we both exploded into a huge climax. This was easily the best sex we had in the last few years. It was just like we were on our honeymoon again!
With this in mind, I think that Emily 'suddenly' had an idea on how I could punish her for damaging my car.
"Well...if I have to be punished and you won't accept my money, what else can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything."
I knew that we needed to get some kind of resolution here and I wanted her to be the one to suggest that I spanked her again so, I pushed it along in that direction.
"So, what kind of punishment did you have in mind?" I questioned her.
"Well, I don't really know, what do you think?" She batted it back to me.
"Maybe you need to think it through. What have you got to offer? It can't be money and it must be something that would make amends for the damage. What could you possibly offer me that I would want?" I feigned ignorance.
".... What if you were to..... spank me again?" she whispered.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that," I cupped my ear.
" You heard me! I said What if you were to spank me again!" she repeated more loudly.
I very nearly accepted her offer straight away but I smiled at her and pretended to think about it. I wanted to maximise my moral advantage over my wife, as it is a very rare thing indeed. I wanted to revel in this and make her squirm for a while longer.
"One spanking, which incidentally you seem to enjoy, to make up for wrecking my pride and joy?...You simply have to be joking." I replied.
"But I wasn't driving, it was Katie who caused the damage!" she pleaded.
"But you were the one who took my car without permission and then stupidly allowed someone else to drive it. Do you think that Katie should be spanked instead of you then?"
"That's not what I mean...."
"Well, what do you mean?"
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
I thought that whist I was on a roll I may as well try to get my wife to re-enact all my fantasies in one go, so I made my request to her.
"OK. One spanking is not nearly enough punishment. The punishment has to fit the crime so I will give you something to atone for the stupid decisions you made when I was away.... I will give you a thorough spanking followed by six strokes of the cane - on each of the next four Friday evenings."
"...The cane. Did you say the cane?" she looked at me in horror.
"...Yes, the cane. That's what really naughty girls deserve isn't it?" I asked.
"... I suppose so. If it gets me off your naughty list, it's probably worth it." She hesitantly replied.
"That's not all Emily. You acted like a naughty teenager instead of a responsible adult, so you will dress like one for your punishments. You will wear a school uniform for each of your punishments. That means you need to get some black stockings and suspenders, white panties, blue pleated skirt, white shirt and a tie. Your hair must be platted or be in bunches."
Emily allowed this proposal to sink in and, to my relief, nodded her agreement.
Nothing more was said, so I waited expectantly until Friday evening. Emily was rather cool with me in bed for the next few days, so I didn't push my luck.
When Friday arrived, I thought I would make an effort and look like I had some authority so I put on jacket and trousers with a shirt and tie. Although I was still angry about the car damage, I had pretty much put it behind me. Instead, I was now concentrating on getting the most out of my position of superiority over my wife. Although I didn't want to cause real hurt I thought I would push her boundaries a little more than the hand spanking.
I had instructed Emily to be ready for 7.00pm sharp, dressed in the school uniform as requested, so I could deliver her first punishment in the bedroom. There was a soft tap on the bedroom door and I told Emily to enter. She is still hot and has a nice slim figure with long blonde hair, large blue eyes and a cute button nose.
She was wearing a schoolgirl uniform just as I had requested. It was incredible. It fitted her figure perfectly and the blue pleated gymslip skirt was cock stiffeningly short! I could see her black stocking tops, her black suspenders and a portion of bare, milky-white thigh! She had put on black high heels, so she looked taller than usual, and had her hair in symmetrical bunches.
Her crisp white shirt revealed that she had not bothered wearing a bra and her nipples were already standing to attention, making small indentations in the tight shirt. A blue and yellow striped tie completed the perfect vision of a sexy schoolgirl. She must have noticed the look of lust and excitement on my face and sighed in relief. She gave me a smile and put her arms around my neck, squashing her breasts against me, pushing one thigh between mine and rubbing.
"I've been a really naughty girl this time, Sir, I'm afraid," she said, pouting and running her pink wet tongue very suggestively over her lush red lips.
"I know you have Emily" I replied, feeling a certain stiffening in the trouser department.
Emily nodded. "Oh, yes, sir I have, but it mostly Katie's fault, though, sir."
"Katie told me she wanted to drive the car. Just for a little bit. So I let her and, well, you know what happened then....."
"So, why did you let her drive my car?" I questioned.
She gave me a little wink and then to my surprise replied.