Love Spanings and Snow

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Love, Spankings, and Snow

By

Lemon Knight and Joy Standing

Saturday, 3:00 a.m.

Cozy Bedroom of Kendra and David

Kendra Knapp lay naked, awake, and tangled in thoughts. Her blonde hair was intertwined, and wild as it cascaded down her shoulders. The faint glow of a streetlight provided some light. She felt the cool sheet against her skin, and as she shifted, her nipples grazed the soft, refreshing fabric. She quietly pushed the sheet away and threw her legs out of bed and sat up. Last night's discipline left her bottom sore. Her mind was racing as a result of lunch with her sister, yesterday. She relived the blistering argument. Harsh words and exposed secrets still lingered, making her skin prickle with anxiety. The thought of confessing to David made her stomach twist into knots. She hastily rose to freshen up, seeking solace in routine.

She had gone to bed early after David used a rattan cane and gave her six of the best. David had administered the discipline fairly. Kendra had been out after work and didn't call to let David know she was celebrating. The domestic discipline agreement was working.

David applied six strokes and Kendra winced as the cane struck her bottom. She remembered tears streamed down her face. David's discipline exhausted her. Her memories of the fight with her sister exhausted her further. So, she went to bed early. Now, she was awake. She stretched her 5 feet 4 inches frame. Her butt was still sore. She ran a finger down her bottom and counted the welts; 12 in all. She carefully crawled into bed and laid with her bottom pointed up.

Kendra's mind was filled with thoughts including Vicki's visit, where she found the discipline journal. The weight of secrets and potential consequences settled heavily on her shoulders. Feeling overwhelmed, she craved escape. A vacation sounded perfect, and her boss had generously granted her 30 days off before starting her new role. But right now, she sought a more immediate distraction - hot, passionate sex with David.

Kendra looked at David Reynolds, her husband. He was a few inches over 6-feet and so cute, sleeping without pajamas or even a t-shirt, So, innocent. She watched him breathing, his chest rising and falling. He was completely unaware his wife was getting ready to jump on top of him. She noticed his penis was stirring. Well, that saves time. Kendra watched the sheet move as his penis enlarged. David's penis stiffened, tenting the sheet. Kendra watched with amazement. David has a beautiful penis and there it is rock hard and he's asleep.

Now she was thinking about sex. Can I pull the sheet off and straddle him without waking him? Can I straddle him and slide his penis into my vagina? Wait he's a sleep? Don't I need him awake for consent? But after 14 years we have had 1000s of sex acts. We're ok. He consented to the last 1000 sex acts. He's not going to wake up and claim he's joined the priesthood. Well, ethically, I should wake him up.

Kendra slowly folded her legs under her body. She clutched the sheet and pulled quickly leaving David naked. The pull was like a waitress pulling off a tablecloth. She saw his manhood standing tall. And she jumped him. She smiled. The sheet was still falling to the floor when Kendra kissed David.

David woke. It seemed early, he felt groggy. He felt Kendra's lips on his lips. He pulled back. "What are you doing?"

Kendra jumped straight up. "You're awake."

"I am now. What are you doing at..." David looked around for his phone. "3:20?" David sat up and looked at his lap. He saw his penis. "You were peeking at my cock."

"Was not."

"Did you just lie to me?"

I'm sorry, I misspoke. I was fascinated by your stirring. I watched it uncurl and grow under the sheet. It was quite sexy. I have been watching it for about 15 minutes."

And, you were going to what?"

"See if I could have sex without waking you; but that would be wrong."

David grabbed his wife and kissed her. "I love your green eyes, your extraordinary breasts, and your ass. And yes, it would be wrong to have sex without waking me."

Kendra kiss David again. She pulled away staring into his brown eyes. David wrapped his arms around her and pulled her and kissed her, again. She pulled away, again. "Well, since you are awake, would you like to participate in some sex?"

"I don't know. I was sleeping. I think I could fall back asleep."

"I wouldn't advise it. Look at my nipples, they are enlarged and sensitive. Look closely at my clitoris it has swelled, and it is secreting vaginal moisture. And look at my vagina it is wet, soppy wet. Your penis turned me on. Your wife is horny."

David smiled. If she was turned on by watching his penis wait until it is inside her warm body. He was suddenly fully awake.

David pulled a bottle of lubricant from his night stand. He squeezed some into his palm. He stroked his cock and it became shiny with lube. He stroked Kendra's sex and slipped a couple of fingers inside. Kendra inhaled. She loved the feel of David's fingers covered in lubricant slipping inside.

Kendra straddled his hips and slid down his cock. She held on to David's long, sinewy deltoids. As she slid down, she leaned forward and kissed David. She put the palm of her hands on his hands and held them against the bed's mattress. Another couple of strokes and both came.

They are both leaning against the headboard. The time was 3:35 a.m. "Want to know what I was thinking?"

"Sure."

"First, my butt hurts. I have to get up." Kendra stood at the end of the bed. She was naked but comfortable. "Second, I a.m. the new Vice President of Manufacturing and the boss said I could take a month off. Your library project does not begin for a month. I was thinking we could find a secluded hideaway. In fact, my boss is loaning us his mountain cabin. What do you think?"

"I'm all for it if you let me go back to sleep."

"Deal!"

Saturday 9:00 a.m.

Driveway of Kendra and David's Home

Kendra was dressed in pink leggings and a matching top. She wore Nike shoes. Kendra packed quietly, taking advantage of her early wake-up. She and David each had a roller bag and a backpack. She had pulled 15 books off of David's to be read shelf. They were packed in a duffle bag that was in back of the jeep. She had to fold the back seats down to get the long box into the jeep. Kendra packed 15 books from David's to-be-read shelf into a duffle bag. Her surprise boxes were concealed.

"Wow, that looks like a lot of stuff," said David.

Kendra jumped. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to realize I have been packed up for a trip."

"You agreed."

"I did, I do, I'm just trying to catch up. First morning sex now we're going on vacation. And if I had to guess we are leaving soon."

"I'm excited. Our first real vacation in years. A whole month to do whatever we want to do. I packed your reading shelf. Well, the books not the shelf. I packed warm clothing for you. You might take a quick look to see if I forgot anything. Dump the coffee, we will grab some with breakfast on the way out of town."

"Well, I do have my boots on. I guess I could be ready quickly."

"Excellent!" She jumped into his arms and kissed him. "I am so ready to go."

Saturday 11:00 a.m.

On the Road

David was driving. Fifteen minutes back they stopped to buy gas, use the facilities, switch drivers, and buy more coffee.

"David, I have a confession to make."

"Am I to suppose you did something bad?"

"No. Yes. Maybe?"

"Well, let's talk about it. I have the vacation spirit and I think I can be very lenient."

"Vicki surprised me yesterday and came by the house. I was working on reports and she knew I would be there. And, she took me to lunch."

"Well, that sounds perfectly fine."

"It was. Lunch was great except for an argument we had."

"It wouldn't be the first time Vicki and you had an argument."

"Well, to go out, I had to run and change. I left Vicki in the kitchen with a glass of juice and our disciplinary log. Apparently, she read some of it."

"She read some of it?" David felt a wave of nausea.

Kendra pulled the discipline journal out of her purse. "I don't know how much she read but she focused on these three entries during our argument:

January 4

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- It has been a year since; I was spanked with that awful wood paddle. It was the worst spanking of my life. I drove home drunk. David, met me at the door as I couldn't put the key in the lock. He was sweet holding my hair while I threw up in the toilet. And he let me sleep and recover. He purchased a wood paddle. It was a cherry wood from Brazil, about 12 inches x 3-1/2 inches x 1/2 inch thick. It felt like it was steel. I yelled, I cried, I screamed and I blubbered. The spanking was awful but, I learned not to drink and drive. I could have killed someone. I could have killed me.

February 20

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-- Today was tough. I lost my temper with David over something silly. He calmly took me aside and reminded me of our agreement. 10 swats with the belt helped me release pent-up emotions. Afterward, we talked, and I realized my frustration stemmed from stress at work. David listened, and we brainstormed solutions together.

July 7

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- The cane. My first caning. Three strokes of the cane hurt but it was quick. David needs to practice, and not on my butt. The welts of the third stroke crossed the first two. On the other hand, I did forget to pay a bill and we got a late charge. It stung, but I know I deserved it. I've been careless with bills lately. David reminded me that responsibility is key. I promised to double-check due dates moving forward.

"Is that all she read?" David couldn't believe what he was hearing. His stomach was doing flip-flops.

Kendra was looking out the window watching power poles as they sped by them. "I'm not sure. But she thinks you're a tyrannical monster and that you beat me regularly."

"You gave her the disciplinary log to read?"

"No, I forgot I was working on it in the kitchen and it was on the table. And I guess she picked it up and read some of it."

David took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. They have been outed. Will they be ostracized by the family? "What was the argument about?"

"She thinks you're a tyrannical monster who beats me regularly."

"I heard that the first time."

"She wants me to move in with her family, get mental help and divorce you. She wanted to take pictures of my butt for evidence. She said she was going to tell the family. But I stop that from happening right away. I have dirt on her. She had sex in Mom and Dad's bed and she didn't clean the sheets."

"TELL THE FAMILY!? Great. Thanksgiving will be a blast

. David, welcome to our home. Happy Thanksgiving. Have you beat my daughter today? No sir, we take holidays off. I have her scheduled tomorrow for a beating.

"I just told you she's not going to tell the family."

"I seem to remember you wanting to confide in your sister several months ago. We discussed it and determined it wasn't a good idea. We don't talk about sex with family or politics or religion, why would we discuss the domestic discipline agreement? Do I remember that correctly?"

"Yes."

"And you decided, to accidently release the information to your sister."

"That's not what happened. It was an accident."

"I have the urge to become a tyrannical monster and beat you. I'll even video it so you can give it to your divorce lawyer."

"We are not getting a divorce. Vicki will keep my secret. We're sisters. We tell each other everything."

David became silent as he thought abought what was ahead. His in-laws learning David spanks their daughter. Maybe they could do a neighborhood protest? The whole family learning about domestic discipline. What a mess.

Saturday 4:00 p.m.

Mountain Cabin

As they wound up the mountain road, the trees parted to reveal a majestic, three-story cabin that seemed to blend seamlessly into its surroundings. The exterior was composed of cedar and stone. Large windows were on all three floors. The views must be fantastic. They pull off the driveway into a small parking lot.

David was mesmerized. "Your boss didn't mention this place?

"He called it a mountain cabin."

"You sure we're not breaking into someone's home? Smell the air, pine trees."

"Watch." Kendra pointed a key fob, pressed a button and the front door opened with the noise of a lock. " The sign at the driveway said 7777 Mountain Cabin Way. Notice the address is attached to the key fob."

"Thank your boss."

"How do you thank someone for something like this - all to ourselves for a month."

"No idea."

"I guess I could start with a blowjob."

"What?! Where do you get such language?"

The mountain cabin had a grand foyer with soaring ceilings and a huge crystal chandelier. The foyer was warm with rich wood walls and ornate fire place mantle. The floors were polished hardwood and creaked as they walked.

The ground floor boasted an expansive great room with a stone fireplace, perfect for cozying up on chilly mountain evenings. A 98-inch television was fastened to a wall. David said, "Life size movies, cool." The gourmet kitchen was equipped with high-end appliances and ample counter space, adjacent to a formal dining area with seating for twelve. A door from the kitchen led downstairs to a temperature-controlled wine cellar, its walls lined with wooden racks holding hundreds of bottles. David grabbed Kendra, "I think we should make it a goal to have sex in every room in the cabin."

Kendra kissed David and whispered, "As long as your goal is to do the laundry and make up the beds."

David and Kendra climbed the large curving staircase and explored the second floor. The master suite had a huge king size bed and dark wood dressers. The bathroom was stocked with soaps and shampoos. "David, they must have 10 different bar soaps. Think Dove, Irish Spring, Ivory, Zest, Coast. Camay, Lever 2000, Nivea, Palmolive, and Dial. Ten different shampoos, lots of bathroom items for a party of ten." The closets were large. Kenda walked over to the windows and saw tall pine and fir trees blanketing the landscape. "I can't wait to go hiking."

"Definitely, let's do a morning hike. Wear something that is easy to remove."

"David, it's going to be cold." Kendra's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"I'll warm you up." David kissed Kendra, his lips gentle, sending shivers down her spine. He squeezed her left bottom cheek.

"The mountain air must be getting to you. I like it." Kendra's voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushing.

Other rooms on the second floor included four smaller bedrooms and they were just as luxurious but smelled a little musty. Probably from lack of use. Additionally, the floor had a huge library, and a small bar and gun room. Most of the guns were locked up but several shotguns were mounted to the wall in gun holders.

They took a quick look around the third floor. There were five more rooms with large windows and beautiful views with balconies.

Saturday, 8:00 p.m.

Great Room

David was dressed in sweats for warmth. The temperature dropped after dark. He had a cup of coffee for Kendra and himself. He placed the Columbian coffee on the coffee table. Kendra sniffed the aroma. Kendra said she wanted to remember the name of the coffee. David sat down noticing books everywhere and the TV tuned to Ice Bridge Truckers. It was on the 98 inches OLED television. And she had the volume turned up. David was looking for the remote when one of the truckers said "What the fuck is he doing? If he doesn't get his fucking truck in gear and get that fucking load of logs down the road, I am going to shove my boot up his ass."

David turned down the volume. David heard fuck, fucking, fucking again, and boot up his ass. He was pretty sure where is wife learned to speak trucker. "OK, if I find a movie?"

"Yes, I've seen this episode at least three times."

"What are you reading?"

"I borrowed some books from the library on the second floor. Oh, I moved us into the master suite. But there is a collection of dictionaries."

"Well, enlighten me. Thanks for moving everything in but, I could have helped."

"It's ok. Here we go... Funk & Wagnalls New Standard Dictionary of the English Language, Unabridged, 1941. Spank means to strike with open and extended hand; specifically, to slap forcibly on the buttocks with the palm of the hand, or with any smooth flat object, as a punishment. Spanking is a series of spanks or slaps administered; the act of administering punishment in this manner."

"You are looking up the word spank in all of these dictionaries. I had no idea you were such an etymologist."

"No, I just like looking up words." Kendra watched the look on David face. He started to say something and saw her smiling. "Gotcha."

David smiled. "You did."

"Sisson's Synonyms writes Spank - Cane; chasten; chastise; criticize; discipline; flog; paddle; paddywhack; punish; reprimand; slap; strike; tan; thrash. And just in case you are wondering paddywhack is a light or playful blow, especially on the buttocks (a spank)"

"Oh, David, you must give me a paddywhack."

David said, Casablanca?"

"Yes, I love that movie. Chilly, isn't it?" Kendra came back with a quilt and snuggled with David. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

"I thought some hiking."

"I'm all in."

Saturday, 10:00 p.m.

Great room

Kendra was bringing two cups of hot chocolate. Casablanca had ended and they were watching The Maltese Falcon. Kendra was topless and eager to get back under the quilt. She handed David his cup and she set her cup on the coffee table while she covered herself with the quilt.

Her phone rang. It was Vicki. "It's Vicki, David."

David took her phone pressed a few buttons and there was Vicki on the 98-inch television. Kendra was surprised. Gives a whole new meaning to facetime.

Kendra jumped right in, "Hi Vicki."

Hi Sis.

David said, "Hi Vicki."

Vicki addressed Kendra, "What is he doing here?"

"He's my husband and I think it would be good if we all talked together. You read some private entries in my journal without any context or background. I know you are wanting to protect me but I am not in any danger."

"That's what all battered wives say."

David jumped in. "She is not a battered wife..."

Kendra stopped him. "David, allow me to talk to my sister. Vicki, I am not battered. I am far from battered. I am loved."

"I read some of that book. He loves to paddle, cane, belt you. I spoke to my therapist and he mentioned you might have Trauma bonding or Captive identification or Traumatic attachment. You know, what they use to call Stockholm Syndrome."

David experienced dizziness and nausea. "You told your therapist about us?"

"No, I said I was asking a question for a friend. He probably thinks my husband beats me."