It had been a very long, very hard day at the hospital. I was tired, hungry and ready for a cold beer. I walked into the apartment, shouting "Denise, I'm home." I got a muffled reply from the bathroom. I went to the other bathroom, took a piss, and got into the shower. After scrubbing myself thoroughly, I went into our bedroom and put on my terrycloth robe. I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. No beer to be seen. About that time, Denise appeared at the door, looking contrite. She was wearing a short pink teddy bear nightie and my favorite g-string panties.
"I've been a very bad girl today," she said in a small voice.
"What do you mean?" I said with a sigh.
"I mean, I didn't get you any beer, and I forgot to put gas in the car like you told me to." She lowered her eyes and pushed her dark blond hair behind her ear.
I had been looking forward to that beer. I had purposely not gone to the store on my way home because I thought there would be a beer waiting for me when I got home.
"Dammit, Denise!" I said, exasperated with her. "Come over here!"
Now Denise is a very, very nice-looking woman. She has straight dark blond hair that cascades over her shoulders, beautiful firm breasts and an ass to die for. Top that off with warm brown, almond-shaped eyes and a full sensuous mouth and you what you get is the total package. But right now, this very minute, I wasn't considering her beauty. I wanted a beer, and she hadn't gotten any today, and I was pissed.
"So now, if I want a beer, I'll have to go out and get some," I said.
"Don't do that! I've got some of that merlot you like. And I made you stir fry like you like. Please don't go out again. We'll make do." She smiled her prettiest, little girl smile and I was touched—a little.
"Okay," I said reluctantly, "but you're not out of the woods yet."
"What do you mean?" she asked a little hesitantly.
"I mean, I'm still going to punish you tonight," I said.
"Oh," she said, her lower lip trembling. "Well, we'd better eat before it gets cold."
Dinner was good. And Denise smelled great and she kept brushing her titties against me as she served me. "What's that perfume you're wearing?" I asked.
She chuckled a little and said, "It's called 'Justifiable Rape'. Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's all right," I said, not giving an inch to my beautiful yet slightly airheaded wife. I loved that woman, but sometimes a man wants a beer, not wine.
Even so, the food was good, and the wine was good, and by the end of the meal, I was a little more mellow. A little more.
We watched TV for a while, and then I said, "Let's go to bed." Denise, who'd been lounging around prettily all evening in that nightie jumped up and said, "Okay." She headed toward the bedroom.
With the rest of the house dark, I headed for the bedroom and sat on the bed. Denise came from the bathroom and stood in the door. She started for the bed but I said, "Hold on. Not so fast, young lady."
She stopped and put her fingers up to her mouth, exactly like a child would do and said, "What?"
"I mean," I said, "you still have to be punished."
"I had hoped you'd forgotten," Denise said.
I could see her eyes welling with tears, but I remained firm. "I told you to get me some beer, and to fill the car with gas, and, according to you, you didn't do either one. Now what do you think your punishment should be?"
Denise gave a heavy sigh and mumbled, "I suppose that I shall have to be spanked."
"That's right," I said, "and the best time is always the present. Come over here and get over my lap."
She was trembling slightly when she approached. I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was intoxicating. Even more intoxicating was the womanly scent of her. She started to lie down over my lap but I said, "Take your panties down." Hooking her thumbs into the flimsy strings at her side, she pulled down her almost-nonexistent underwear. Then she lay down over my lap.
My Denise was beautiful and dark-haired and kittenish in a wanton way, and I could never get enough of her sweet body. Her pussy was sweet and clean, her skin was flawless, her butt was perfectly shaped, her breasts big and pretty, and Denise had the sweetest, most beautiful asshole I had ever seen.
"Now, for not getting me any beer and not filling the car with gas, you're going to get a spanking, young lady!" I said. Denise whimpered a little, but did not move. I briefly caressed her ass, probing her anus with my finger, then slipped down to her pussy, which was already dripping wet.
Cupping my hand carefully, I gave her butt a firm swat. "Ow!" she gasped. I swatted again and again on her pert behind while Denise moaned and squirmed. My robe came loose as I spanked her and soon her warm belly and slightly scratchy pubic hair were rubbing against my erect cock.
I spanked her firmly, making it sting, and Denise soon began begging and pleading. She yelped and whimpered and squealed, struggling on my lap while I held her down. I dept on going until her butt was a nice pink and she was sobbing quietly from the mingled pain and pleasure. I again slipped my finger inside of her; he pussy was overflowing with juice.
"Have you had enough, young lady?" I asked sternly.
"Oh yes sir, yes sir! I've had enough!"
I stopped and took her into my arms. Her cheeks were flushed and a little damp from tears. She lowered her eyes and looked up at me from under long eyelashes. Her lower lip trembled. "I'm sore now," she whispered.
