Isabel Is Reminded of the Rules

My husband Will is a wonderful man. We have been married 10 years and he has always been my hero. He makes sure I am safe and loved and cherished. He is my rock. Which is in part what makes my behaviour last night even harder to think about. I wince as I recall what I did. I KNOW he is going to punish me for it... his strong hands never miss an opportunity to spank my naughty behind, usually for play and our mutual gratification. But this time it will be different. This is going to be the hardest spanking of my life, if I know my husband. And I do. This is a lesson he is not going to let me forget.

Will is in the kitchen right now, reading a news update. He instructed me to have a shower and to come downstairs wearing a dress and no panties. As I descend the stairs I can see he has made me a cup of coffee and light breakfast. He motions to the food in a no-nonsense manner. Sometimes I forgo breakfast... but certainly not today it seems. I glance at my husbands handsome features while I eat my toast. He seems furious... but also solemn. I eat in silence and look to him hoping my sincere expression of guilt will soften him. It does not.

Soon he is taking my plate and cup to place it in the dishwasher. He takes a glass of water and places it in front of me.

I notice his hand rubs the small of my back. Maybe he isn't so mad? I hope.

'Did you sleep well?' He asks.

'Yes... yeah really good actually' I smile, trying to remain light and positive.

'You must've needed it after all your exertions last night.' There it is, that stern look returns to his face.

His hand moves lower to pat my bottom.

'I want you standing in the middle of the room naked as soon as you're finished with the water, understood?'

I nod. His eyes follow me as I follow his instructions. He sits on the lounge as I face him. Naked with no where to hide.

'Isabel, you know why you're in this position?'

I sigh and shift my eyes away from his. He knows this is one of the hardest parts for me. To verbalise what I did. I swallow hard.

'Y-yes Sir.'

'Tell me, why are you getting punished?'

'I got carried away last night... I lied to you and took MDMA and then I drove home.. late Sir'.

He looks like he is furious and could be sick with anguish at hearing the retelling of events.

'That's right. Tell me, what is my policy on drugs?'

'That they are unsafe'

'And you knew last night how worried and upset I would be that you took that pill, true?'

'Yes Sir...' I squeak.

He looks at me sternly, his eyes brooking no argument.

'Speaking of safety, it was within our rules, the ones you agreed to, that you would never do anything to jeopardise your safety. What part of ingesting a pill at a bar where you were already drunk before DRIVING home sounds like it is aligned with our rules?'

'None if it Sir..' I lower my eyes.

'What else did you agree to as part of our respect and care for each other, Issy?'

My voice is shaky. 'To always communicate to each other honestly, Sir'.

Will's eyes narrow. 'And I'm assuming that we both agree that you trying to hide the fact that you took a pill last night was breaking our rule?'

'Yes Sir... I'm so sorry'.

Will looks at me with his steely blue eyes, assessing how deeply I regret my actions. I think about how silly I was to try and hide the fact that I took a pill from him last night. This is especially true considering Will is a physician with experience working in the Emergency Department of our local hospital. He is trained to assess for signs of different drug use, so he was never going to be fooled. Not to mention that he hates drugs and has seen too many families hurt by the consequences of DUI's and MVA fatalities. He had every right to be angry. And I knew it last night when I took the pill and got into my car that he would be pissed. Hence the lie and attempt to cover up what I'd done. But in my sobriety this morning I felt like I'd acted like a stupid little teenager, not a 38 year old woman.

Will seemed almost sympathetic as his eyes met mine. I knew he could see my remorse, he could always see how I felt or what I was thinking when he looked at me like that. But then his cool demeanour returned and I could see him harden himself for the task ahead... with fierce determination.

He stood, took my arm in his grip and led me over to the couch before expertly placed me over his lap, making sure to secure me with his leg.

'How many do you think your naughty bottom deserves?'

I sink into him and say nothing. He lands the first blow sharply and I whimper.

'This is going to be a very long session if you dont answer me when I ask you something, little girl'. He warns with a deep voice.

'I didn't know what to say!' I protest as a little bit of brattiness seeps out. I kick my foot.

Not the brightest move. Will reigns down spanks on my backside.

'Excuse me? Care to rephrase?' He spanks me hard and in quick succession.

I quickly adjust my tone and attitude. 'I guess as many as you think I need Sir' I add quickly, hoping to satisfy him.

'That's right little girl. As many as I think you need.'

With that he attacks my bottom with possibly 30-40 spanks. He is alternating cheeks and sparing me no mercy. I am yelping in pain as my hands go to my rear for protection. He bundles my wrists in his left hand and secures them out of the way. The next thing I know I've got even bigger problems.

'OH MY GOD' I scream as I realise he has upgraded from his hand to the paddle. God knows where he was hiding that.. bastard.

'OOOOOWWW!! Baby I'm so... Oooof! So Sorry I'll never do it again!!'

'I'm glad I have your attention Issy. What could have happened if you had an accident last night? Or worse, were mugged or assaulted while under the influence?? Hmm? DAMN STRAIGHT you'll NEVER do anything like that again and I'll make sure of it right now. Do you understand me little girl?'

'Yeeess Sir!' I manage in between ferocious pain from the paddle.

'Good. I'm giving you twenty hard ones with the paddle and you're going to say 'I will never lie or neglect my safety again' after each one, understood!?'

'Yes darling. I will never do that again, I promise'.

With each upcoming blow from the paddle I repeat my mantra. Will holds me stready and contines the assault. By the time I get to ten my backside is on fire. But my husband has never been one to back down. He keeps up the intensity for another 10 hard swats with the paddle. My soft cries errupt into desperate sobs into him as he rubs my bottom.

'Good girl. I love you so much Issy. And I will do anything to keep you safe. I shudder to think what would have happened last night. Which is why I need to make sure I've gotten through to you. You'll be getting another ten with my belt'.

'What!!? Please no Will, PLEASE! I can't take anymore honestly... don't you think you're going a bit far?'

Will shifts me in his seat and turns me around to face him. His expression is steel. The loving compassion in his voice just a minute ago is gone and I can see I'm skating on thin ice.

'Isabel, dont you dare. It's clear to me you still haven't grasped the gravity of this situation. Imagine if I had to tell the kids their mother died on the side of the road in some accident? Or that she's gone to hospital because she had a bad reaction to a pill? You've never gone MIA while drinking before... I was pacing this living room for hours waiting for you to respond to a text... worried sick. Worried the person I love most might be hurt or something is wrong.. and then you come stumbling in that door without a care in the world and with pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates. And I realise you've been driving and recklessly couldve gotten yourself killed. I could have lost you. So you're going to take as many spanks as I give you.'

The words came out like thunder. I shuddered as I thought of Will having to tell the kids something had happened to me. He pulled me from his lap and stood me before him. He unlooped his belt from his waist and bent me over the couch. Before I went over I caught a glimpse of his eyes. In that moment I could see fear and sadness. I remembered that Will lost his mother when he was only 17 years old in a car accident. My eyes start to well up as my heart ached realising how foolish I'd been and how sick with worry he must've been. Suddenly all I want to do is hug him and beg for his forgiveness. Tears escaped my eyes as I realised how painful this was for him.

Will sensed my emotions and stroked my skin, giving me time to settle. His touch was soft and tender, but his voice showed his resolve.

'Good, baby. Now you're going to count for me. After your little outburst It's now increased to 13. You're going to accept the rest of your punishment and count each one out loud. Is that clear?'

His voice bellowed through me.

'Yes my darling.' Will took hold of my hand tightly behind my back and squeezed. I smilled and tears reigned down my cheeks.

I tensed as he lifted his hand in the air.

CRACK. 'One Sir!'.

Whooosh CRACK! 'TWOO SIIIIR' I scream. My tears and whimpers getting louder.

Three more harsh cracks from the belt. I'm not sure I can handle this on top of his hard hand spanking and that bloody wooden paddle. My body goes limp.

By the time he got to 8 he had to console me. By the tenth lick of the belt I was moving unconsciously from the pain. Will reminded me to keep still.

After what felt like an eternity the final crack of the belt came and I was limp all over. I cried and cried and cried. Will cudddled me to his chest and held me tightly.

'Good girl. You did so well. Please never do anything like that again. You're the most precious thing in my life'.

'I'm sooo sorry (sniffle) baby... I wasn't thinking... I was so selfish and I never even considered how scary that would've been for you... I love you more than anything and I promise I'll never do anything like that again'. Will could see my heart was heavy, but his words and the punishment had softned my guilt. He sighed.

'Good. Now I can relax... but I want your naughty bottom to remember this because if I ever find out you've pulled a stunt like that again, you'll be getting double'.

My eyes widen. Will's cheeky grin emerges for the first time today. 'That's right my naughty wife, and you know I keep my word'.

I was so consumed with the thought of how I could possibly survive double that I barely notice him inching his hand toward my sex. I tensed immediately... knowing what he will find.

'What's wrong, naughty girl?' He asked, amused.

I try to shut my legs but he had me pinned. He chuckles a deep, patronising laugh. 'Is my naughty little girl wet? Hmm?'

I shift and avoid his gaze as he rubbed my pussy and placed a finger inside, making sure that my wetness was made evident with sound.

I let out a little whimper as I noticed his shaft was rock hard. 'You ARE wet aren't you... Ohhh you're such a naughty naughty girl.. what am I to do with you? Hmm, so so wet from your punishment...'

He thrust his fingers deeper and deeper as I lay limp in his hold. He smiled wickedly before pulling his hand away. My whole body ached for him.

'Orgasms are for good girls. You haven't been a good girl, have you?'

'No Sir...' I look up at him with pleading eyes.

'Are you going to be a very very good girl from now on?'

'Yes Sir!' I say, a little too eager. He laughs and his expression softens. He squeezed my breasts and positioned me bent over the couch with my red bottom facing him. I could feel his gaze roaming over me as he stroked his shaft.

'You're not going to cum today'.

I nod my head. He rubbed my pussy as he slowly entered me, tantalisingly slow. He was so hard that I felt myself stretch for him. I felt so tight with him inside. He tortured me with his slow assault of my pussy.

'Do you want more baby?'

'Yes please Daddy. Please please!'

I felt him smile. He gave me a light spank to my butt before roughly filling me to the hilt.

'OOOHoooo'. I can't manage any intelligible sounds. He aggressively starts pounding against my soft round ass, no longer holding back his need. Before long I am aching to cum. My bottom is seething in pain as each thrust reminds me of his correction.

Somehow I feel so overwhelmed with pleasure and love for him. His thrusts quicken and I am grateful as he grunts and empties his seed inside me.

I contentedly extend my leg to turn around and face him for our usual post coital hugs and bliss... but his hand traps me and pushes down on my waist, keeping me in place. I hear the pop of a cap and a liquid sound. 'Whats that?' I hear myself say.

Will begins to pull my cheeks apart and I jump as I feel a cool wet sensation on my anus.

'OH Will what are you doing!?' I say stunned.

He continues to lube my asshole unphased. Then I feel one of his large fingers loosen my opening.

'Now naughty girl. Sit still. This is the last part of your punishment. You're going to wear it all day as you go about your routine.'

He keeps rhythmically moving his finger inside as I tense and try to move my butt away.

'Ooooh it hurts.'

'I know baby, keep still and stop tensing.'

My muscles relax and the sensation feels less painful. Before long I feel the cold metal of my very first plug against my anus. Will carefully inserts it slowly and tenderly, stretching me until I feel it pop inside. I gasp and think of the view he has of my sore red bottom and my cheeks wide apart with a plug inserted and a pink, puffy pussy. I am slightly embarrassed and squirm at the thought.. only to be reminded of the plug as it's movement inside stretches me further. It feels so strange and foreign... but somehow satisfying knowing it is in there.

Will goes to wash his hands. 'Do not move'.

He returns and rubs my poor red bottom.

'Such a sexy butt. Now you're nice and filled. Good girl. And finally I got some relief after all the stress you caused me last night'. His voice is filled with mirth. He is loving every minute of this. Normally I would have given him sass by now... but I manage to keep it at bay as my sore ass remains at his disposal.

'It's too bad baby girl that you won't be getting any relief any time soon'. He smiles a knowing smile as he turns me to face him, making sure to plant my bum on his knee, spreading my cheeks and pushing the plug in further. He looks me deep in the eyes as he kisses me.

'Get your dress on. We're going out for lunch. No panties'. He smiles and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I'm so wet I'm worried ill make a mess of my seat. I groan and he chuckles a deep, satisfied laugh. I remind myself to never lie to him or take drugs again...