Tina seethed with frustration as she hurried her way through the midway crowd in a vain effort to get back on time to the ticket booth where she and her husband Ned ran their carnival ride from. It truly was useless. The crowd was Saturday night thick, impervious to her futile jostling. When she had left for town Ned had warned her to go straight to the bank. They needed small bills and silver to make change. Ned had preferred to go himself but the truth was Tina had seen a blouse when they were window shopping the previous day. The way she had it figured she could hurry to the store to leave a deposit to hold the blouse, then dash to the bank with just enough time to get back to the fair grounds.
Of course, it had hardly gone that way. To start with, when she reached the store she discovered the blouse had already been sold. It would have suited her so well too! On the way to the bank she had then lost her way just badly enough to only get there after closing. That in turn led to her having to scramble at several stores for the requisite currency, able to get only half of what they would need and making her still later to return. Ned would be furious with her. And she had only wanted that damn blouse, so little to ask, really, she thought.
Tina scurried as best she could past the sounds and smells she loved so much. Of the fried breads and sausages, the syrupy confections, side show barkers building their crowds, metal machinery of the rides clanging and grinding. Life with Ned and their carnival buddies was simple and satisfying. Especially with Ned. They had been married one year. His voracious carnal sex drive kept her well pleased in that regard. Ned's manner was very assured, very masculine, which suited Tina fine.
She didn't even mind that he believed in spanking his young wife when needed, as he surely would do tonight for her selfish behaviour. Tina resigned herself to it, thinking even that he was right to spank her. The thing of it was, this way, when her punishment was over her misdeed would be in the past, not lingering and festering the way most couples let their disputes get.
When Tina was near enough to see their ride and the ticket booth, Ned was outside the little shack, the window closed and the great spider armed machine at rest. Arms folded, toes tapping, he was clearly furious at not being able to do business.
"So, now you believe me, eh Tina? When I say I should go it means I should go, yes?" Ned grabbed the money bag and stormed inside to open the window. Tina meekly followed, knowing it best not to avoid him.
"Ned, I am so sorry honey...It's all my stupid fault. I'm so sorry honey" Tina pleaded in her softest voice.
"Sorry I don't need. Money, business, Saturday night? This we both need Tina, not sorry." While they spoke the window opened, a line formed and the ride groaned into action. " Tina, you work the line for a while. I'll be right back." Ned went off towards their caravan, quickly returning. Tina blanched when she saw what he had gone to fetch. From inside his jacket Ned produced a riding crop. Before their wedding he had shown it to Tina, explaining his thoughts on the matter of spanking. So far he had only whipped her with the crop once. Tina didn't relish her second encounter with the serious implement.
"Tina, for this nonsense you know I must punish you. If we have to wait all night til we close I think I'll go crazy with anger. Better to get it over with now. So. Face front and take down your pants." Tina was aghast with shocked disbelief. Surely he was joking? To whip her here? Now? While she sold tickets through the window!
"Ned, honey, you can't mean this?!" Tina's stomach was a horrified knot of nerves.
"Tina...I do not kid. Face front and take down your pants or I'll do it for you- outside the booth"! Tina knew her husband had some mad gypsy blood. She knew he was just crazy enough to do what he threatened. So, as wild as this all seemed she found herself unzipping her jeans, lowering her hips to pull the pants down to her ankles.
The thing was, the counter of the booth was elevated from the ground to about chin level for the average customer. Looking up at her as they would do it was only possible to see her from, say the nipples up. And Tina realized due to her excited state and her taut T-shirt, her nipples might just be showing should anyone care to notice. Noise would not be a factor. The music of the various rides would surely drown out the swish of the crop and the crack of it against her bottom. All that remained of their secret was for her not to betray it by her facial expression. Ned was too much, she marveled. Tina wondered if this was something he had planned out for weeks.
Not that Ned left her much time to ponder. The great paw of his hand was inside her little panties, yanking them down past her knees. His hand lingered at the bottom of her bare ass. His fingers extended through her thighs, tapping her warming sex a few times before pulling away. Tina had to admit this scene was kind of hot. If only they could skip the next part!
Behind her and off to the side, Ned swung the crop back, bringing it forth with a snap of his wrist. The lash end snapped loudly on Tina's poor backside, high on her left cheek. The breath rushed out of her in an audible gasp. Tina squealed her discomfort, grimaced and fell forward against the counter.
"Oh, Ned...please Ned," she complained,
"Deep breath Tina. I will go slow, don't worry. Breathe." Tina relaxed to hear him so reasonable sounding. Then...Swish and Whack! The crop landed a second time. This time Tina held her breath in, biting her lip until the sting eased. The ride would be over soon. Attention would return to her window. How could she make change like this? Standing naked from the waist down. A mean whip stroking her poor butt.
Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Oh, damn that lash end stung so much! It was all Tina could do to keep from crying out. Still, she knew Ned delighted in the sight of her long bare legs and reddening ass. Tina imagined how hard his prick must be, how it must strain against his tight pants. Her gaze looked out over the fair grounds, though her thoughts were exclusively on her predicament. The whipping a trial on her aching ass while the thought of her handsome husband aroused by it turned her on as well, all the while needing to mind the odd passing customer. Oh, it was too much to bear!
