A message from Jayne.
This is the third episode of how my marriage changed and improved so much by us undertaking sexual adventures, our escapades as we called them. In the prefaces to the previous parts I have explained how they came about so I won't we repeat them here, but feel free to refer back to those parts if you have not read them.
This is a fairly long story so it is told in several parts which I will publish frequently over the next couple of weeks. Whilst it is not essential to read them in order that is recommended though each should work as stand-alone erotic experiences.
Spanking.
"I saw you looking at that young waiter," Kevin said when we got home from the restaurant after a lovely Sunday lunch where we had played footsie under the table.
"What the good looking Aussie one?"
"Yes, the one staring at your tits as he served the drinks."
"So?"
"You were showing out to him."
"Was I? So what, they're my tits aren't they"
"And very nice ones they are too but they're our tits not that kid's tits."
"Well what are you going to do about it?" I asked him.
This was a few weeks after the pain episode. Since then, when we had fucked, Kevin had hurt me when we both got near to starting our climaxes and boy had that made them so much more intense. The first time had been a few long, very strong sucks on the tops of my tits that left fierce red marks which prevented me using the pool at the gym for getting on for two weeks. Following that he had got more adventurous by slapping my boobs and pussy, pinching me and biting me. And on one occasion when he was screwing me doggy he smacked my bum a few times.
"I'll tell you what I am going to do madam and that's punish you," he said as we stood facing each other in our sitting room. Reaching out to me he slid his hand into the top of my dress and cupped my bare boob. "I thought so, no fucking bra."
"It's not a fucking bra," I hit back with adding. "It might, though, be an I want to be fucked now bra."
"So that's what showing out to the Aussie was all about was it?" he asked pinching my inevitably hardened nipple.
"Might have been, but that's for me to know and you to find out isn't it?" I smiled back quite enjoying this new escapade.
"Yes and that's exactly what I intend doing."
"Oh yeah, how?"
"When sluts are naughty what do they need?"
"No idea?" I replied wondering where this was going but enjoying it.
"I'll tell you what they need and that's to be punished."
"Really, how?"
"Go down to my car and in the back there are some bags. Go and get them but don't look in them and bring them to me."
Not having the faintest idea what this was all about I started pulling the top of my dress up when Kevin said. "No leave it like that."
"But someone might see me, a neighbour or a passer-by."
"So, you wouldn't have minded the Aussie kid seeing your tits would you?"
"Maybe?"
"Just do as I say, leave your tits out and go get those fucking bags."
I was wearing a fairly formal, albeit low cut dark blue dress and four-inch, pale blue heels. Nothing else. When getting ready to go to lunch I guessed that we would have some form of sexual escapade and had dressed accordingly dispensing with my underwear which, unfortunately Kevin hadn't realised. Going out to the car on the forecourt with my boobs
out was a rather scary prospect although we had talked about some form of sex in public a few times but this was me alone. As it happens it was all clear and although it gave me a thrill, especially wondering if anyone was looking out of their windows, I got the bags without anyone seeing.
"Now take the dress off," he told me after I gave him the bags and he walked out and went upstairs calling out. "And stand in the middle of the room."
Naked in just my heels I felt a little self-conscious and similar to how I did when we were starting a photographic session which had become a regular feature of our sexual escapades; we now had a quite large portfolio of 'naughty me' pics as we called them.
"Mmmmm nice, you look good but you have been naughty and have to be punished."
"Really? What's so naughty?"
"Flashing your tits at the waiter and not wearing underwear."
"But that was for you Kev."
"Maybe it was, but you didn't tell me did you? If you had, I might have shoved my finger up your cunt at lunch as that waiter looked on. You'd have liked that wouldn't you?"
"Mebbe."
"So, even more naughtiness. Now go up into the small bedroom look in the bags, put what's in them on and call out when you have."
Expecting the contents to be another slutdress, I was surprised see that it was not but it was all clothing; a flared, pale blue, mini skirt, a white cotton, button up the front blouse and a pair of pink, see-through, large BJ style knickers. I couldn't yet work out just what he intended or what this was all about, but I did as he asked noting that the blouse was of low quality and almost see-through and certainly the outline of my breasts and the bumps of my swollen nipples were quite obvious.
It was getting dark as I went downstairs as he had directed me and into his home office. He was sitting on the edge of his desk wearing his suit trousers and the blue dress shirt he'd worn at lunch. In the middle of the room was a chair that he had got from the dining room.
"You look good," he said as I walked in.
"I don't think so."
"Not up to you is it?"
"I don't know."
"Well I do," he said rather gruffly as he switched the desk light off leaving the room dimly lit with the only light coming from outside in the hallway. "Do you know what's going to happen now?"
I really didn't know so I wasn't lying when I said that I didn't know but I was getting into the mood of this role-play which was different to our slut fucks or me wearing different outfits.
"You're going to be punished Jayne, I am going to spank you."
That hit home and hard. We had vaguely discussed spanking but not in depth and had certainly not agreed anything as we had with most other of our escapades. That said, the thought excited me and I felt a tingle going through my body and rather dumbly I replied.
"When."
"Now. So stand by that chair."
Obediently I did as he said.
"Now take hold of the back of it," he said standing up straight.
I did as he said as he walked over near to me and spoke quietly but firmly. [ "Now take hold of the back of the chair," which I did wondering what was coming next. I found out quite quickly for he said. "Ok take a step backwards and now............." he went on pausing before adding. "Bend over."
I began to get what was happening and, presumably what was going to happen next after I bent forward and he said., "further get down to ninety degrees at your waist."
It didn't occur to me to object or resist and I did what he ordered knowing full well that the short skirt, which was eight to ten inches above my knees would ride all the way up and flash my big knickers and my bum inside them. Kevin walked around me slowly, as if inspecting me and then paused behind me obviously looking up my skirt and said.
"You know Jay you have got a lovely arse," as he ran his fingers over the pink net knickers covering it. I liked hearing such compliments and the idea of him checking me out so carefully was a big, big turn on.
I played the game by answering. "Have I really, Kev? Do you like it?"
"Yes love, yes I do, very much," he went on rolling the knickers down a bit so that probably about half of the crease between the cheeks would be on show. "And I am sure the Aussie waiter would have liked it as well, would you like him to have seen it Jay?"
I didn't know what to say or so, I did nothing. "Well, would you?" he repeated
"Would you let me Kev?"
"If you wanted to," was the reply that rather shocked me as involving others in our sexual fun and games had not, yet, been on the agenda and I wondered if it would be in the future? "But then that's what sluts do isn't it Jay?" he said as he squeezed my bottom in a similar way to how you'd test the ripeness of a melon and muttered. "Mmmm, yes nice and ripe. Now stand up straight."
As I stood, I assumed the skirt would fall back into place but it didn't and looking down I saw that he'd tucked the hem into the waistband so that the big knickers that were rolled down to just beneath my mound were on show. Kevin came up close to me and gripped both of my breasts through the cotton blouse and murmured.
"And boy would he have liked these. He stared at them enough, didn't he?"
"Did he, I don't know I wasn't looking," I told him truthfully as he pinched and pulled both nipples quite hard just as he knew I liked it.
"Stand still," he told me walking back to his desk and propping himself up on it and staring at me. It made me feel quite odd having my husband ogle me and leer at my bare tummy, mound, pussy lips and legs. "Ok bend over again and open your legs, I want to see your cunt, see what Aussie wanted to get into. Maybe we should invite him round here next time we play slutfuck and let him into it. Like that would you?"
As Kevin said this and it sank in, I was amazed that a surge of excitement went through me.
