Spanked Kara Pt 02

All characters in this story are over the age of 18, the situations in this story are entirely fictional and creations of the author, and any resemblance of characters to existing persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hope you enjoy.

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Last week, my husband John and I rekindled a long-ago desire within me for spankings. It was wonderful, even if I had to make excuses for bringing a pillow to sit on at our insurance office the next day. At 45 years of age, and with the kids grown and away at college, all it took was a sexy dress that John gave to me on my birthday. I couldn't wait to wear it for him, and he couldn't wait to see me in it. Something sparked and before I knew it, I was upside down on the bed getting walloped for teasing him in it!

For some days after I kept thinking about something John said. While in the throws tanning my butt, he taunted me with the thought of making me wear the dress in public. Now, I should tell you, I'm not shy, but the dress barely reaches from above my nipples to just below my butt cheeks and clings to every curve in between. John would tell me to be proud of my figure. Even at middle age, working out the way I do, he enjoys that I still turn heads. After a week, both the soreness of my butt and my worry about John's fantasy were fortunately fading away. That is, until today.

John seemed distracted at the office. I am normally there with him because I help to manage his insurance agency. He brought me coffee early in the day. Nothing unusual about that because he is a total gentleman, and everyone knows we have a strong marriage. He caught me off guard though, when he leaned over with the coffee and asked me "How does that cute little butt of yours feel today darling? Better I hope?" I almost spit the coffee through my nose and blushed, which fortunately no one saw.

Later in the day, I caught him looking over at me more than once, his wife of over 20 years, with a smirk that told me he was quite pleased with himself, and possibly plotting something. He is always well meaning, but I wondered if he was reliving the events of my spanking episode in his mind.

My suspicions were more than answered later that day on the way home from the office. We only lived a few miles from our suburban home, and took a side trip to the grocery store to pick up a frozen pizza. That was about 20 minutes away. John held the door of the truck open for me in the parking lot, also not too unusual for him. He was especially gentlemanly.

When he got into the car beside me, he handed me a box and looked at me with that same Cheshire cat grin and he said, "Here you are darling."

It wasn't just any box. It was the same box that kept the dress he had bought for me. All I could say was "huh?" I opened it part way just to confirm the contents of the very tiny stretchy dress. I had to ask quizzically, "You put this in the car this morning?"

John answered, "Yes. This way you'll have something to wear at the store."

My eyes went wide, and I exclaimed. "John! I can't wear this at the grocery store! People we know might be there!"

He very calmly replied "well, if you don't wear it, you might get arrested because you won't have anything else to wear in a moment."

We have an old truck without the center consol which made it easy for him to slide over lean down at me from his tall physical advantage and softly whisper in my ear "now be the good naughty girl I know you are and take these off." John was referring to my work clothes. He added emphasis by playfully tugging at the collar of my blouse. He added in his best strip club voice, "take I aaaaaalllll off."

I froze at first and looked at him incredulously and said, "you're kidding right? Here? In the parking lot? In the front seat of our truck? In front of your office?" His look of determination mixed with potential disappointment mixed with arousal was unmistakable. I flushed with giddiness with my hand on my mouth unsuccessfully then trying to hide my amusement at the suggestion.

He was waiting with eyebrows raised. In a moment or two the idea of stripping for him right there started to sink in and get me excited. I looked around the lot. Most of the office had already left before us and maybe it wasn't too big a risk. So, I started to think about how far I could go or how far he would make me go. I finally decided to humor my husband, changed my attitude, and said as confidently as I could, "ok baby... You want it, you got it." I think my voice shook a little despite my attempted bravado.

As though I didn't care and even though I was shocked I was going along with this at all, I reached down to my side to unzip my skirt. You should have seen the smile on John's face staring down at my every move.

When I had slinked out of the skirt, John picked it up off the floorboard, rolled it into a ball and threw it with some emphatic force of finality to the back seat. Then with his eyes riveted on me said, "Go on. Now the blouse baby."

I blushed at the thought of just being in my bra up top. Nobody could see my panties through the windshield, but if someone came by, my 34C breasts would be on a nice lacy display. I knew I had to go at least that far to satisfy him, so I unbuttoned my blouse and slid it down my back with my eyes locked on him. He was getting such a thrill out making his wife strip in a parking lot! He politely took my blouse and then tossed it to the same fate as the skirt.

John grinned at me, leaned in smiling, and gave me the most passionate kiss. With my arms around his neck, you would think we were two teenagers making out. My hand casually met his crotch, and I gasped realizing he had a full blown hard on! That got me so hot I wanted to unzip him right then and give him the blow job of his life! But he took my hand away and said, "oh no baby, you're not done yet."

I responded, "What? More? Oh baby, please, not here!" Then I backed off and slunk down in the seat.

John thought for a moment and said in a professorial way, "Kara, think about this. One way or another, you're going into the store with me. This dress is strapless. Do you really want your bra straps and the top of your bra showing?" He was right. It would look ridiculous. Before I could think too much, he had reached around unsnapped my bra and said in his best fake serious tone, "Now off with it." I rolled my eyes, smiled lovingly, and let down the straps. My breasts were free. We played tug of war with my bra for a minute with me giggling senselessly. He got it of course and threw it on the back seat.

Now in just my panties, I grabbed the dress and said, "I can't believe we're doing this!"

John remarked sarcastically with a chuckle, "We're not doing this. You are!"

I slipped the dress up before someone unexpectedly came by. I let my long hair down to mid-back to complete the sultry look I know he wanted. Fortunately, the heels I wore that morning were a match to the dress which somehow made the whole thing seem even more unseemly.

The grocery store is a large local one with long aisles. When we got there, it was evening and not a time when most people go food shopping unless, like us, they were just picking up a few things. When we walked in, more than a few of the cashiers and customers in front visibly stopped what they were doing. The women's stares lingered unapprovingly a bit more than the men, who just smiled.

While we were strolling across the store to the frozen food aisle. John let me lead, I think, because he wanted to enjoy the view from the rear as I moved. So, I also made it a point to sway my 34-inch hips below my 22-inch waist to give him what he wanted. He wanted me to be a teaser, and I was more than willing to play the part for him, though I did check around to make sure I was out of everyone else's view while I was acting like a tart.

The dress was so clingy all over, but it tended to ride up around the curve of my hips when I swayed too much. I had to reach down my sides from time to time to tug it down a little or else the bottom of my ass cheeks would show below the hem. I had to be careful because if I tugged down too hard, the areolas around my nipples would show on top!

Suddenly we heard a call from behind us, "hey you two!" It was our next-door neighbor Pete. Pete was a nice guy. He and his wife Michelle were not much older than us. John and Pete would often talk over the fence. Michelle and I were close friends also. Over the years we had had our share of get togethers for kids for birthday parties, school meetings, and general neighborhood get togethers.

When Pete hastened up to us, I was thinking to myself, Not Pete!... he's the last person I want to see me in this... he'll tell Michelle, and gossip will be all over the block!

I could see his expression change from questioning to amusement to appreciation as he approached. He discreetly ogled me keeping a straight face and then turned his attention respectfully to John. "Hey buddy, what gives? Thought I'd see you tonight at Clancy's for a drink after work but, I'm guessing you have other plans." His short re-glance at me revealed he was wondering that because of how I was dressed.

John replied to him a bit gallantly, "yeah, no, I've been getting behind recently and Kara's going to help me tonight. You know how it is."

I know that "behind" pun was for my benefit, but did I see him wink at Pete!? John knew I didn't look like I was dressed for work!

Pete replied, "gotcha buddy," looked at me and said, "don't let him hit you with too much."

I almost choked and then dismissed it. Pete had to be referring to the work because he couldn't possibly know if I got spanked or might be spanked again!

Secretly, it gave me a little thrill being seen in public even though I wore the dress for John. After the brief chat, Pete went on with his shopping. I was hoping he might think we were about to go to a party or something, but John's comments didn't help that story.

John put his hand at my waist as we walked on and whispered to me "Did you see that smile on Pete? He chuckled, "I think he likes your new dress." I blushed beet red! Nobody was looking, I hoped, when John gave my butt a little smack right there in the store! I was getting moist, and my nipples were poking out the fabric and I was just praying we would quickly check out and go home.

John mercifully chose the shortest check-out line, and believe me, the young man at the cashier was checking me out! I think I saw his fingers tremble a bit at the register! I was so hot from that my juices might have dripped on the floor right there if I weren't in panties!

I felt relieved to be back in the truck at least and out of view of all the stares of amusement in the grocery store. I felt briefly ashamed that I had made such a display in our local grocery story but that was overcome by the heated flush of excitement from doing it. My heart was still racing.

When John got in the truck, I could see the sly smile I had come to love about him. He looked over at me and said, "Baby that was very naughty of you to wear that dress in our public grocery store."

I looked at him incredulously and realized our playing for the evening wasn't over. My heart was pounding as I realized his further intentions. I had no time to think as I was suddenly pulled over his lap and he said, "You know what happens to naughty little girls, don't you darling?"

I pleaded, "John! Not here!" but I don't think he took me seriously because I was laughing so hard.

John remarked, "Oh baby, it's practically dark and no one will see your sexy ass getting spanked and you know we can't let these things go without swift punishment." After all, its better to spank you here than in our driveway where the neighbors might hear something don't you think?"

It was difficult to argue with his logic especially since I couldn't move anyway with his grip around my waist. His other hand had pulled my legs in which made my ass stick up perilously in a position others might see if it were light out. And then... Whack! Whack! Whack!

I yelped!!, "That hurts!!"

He reassured me, "Oh come on darling... your dress and panties are still on"... and he added... "come to think of it..."

I could feel him reach under and slip a finger into my panties at my clit. I was so wet and moaning I wanted him to bring me all the way right then. He tugged at my soaked panties. Obviously, they were destined to come off!

"John, please! This is crazy!" I was so dripping! He knew it too and stroked my clit teasing me without end. I wanted him inside me so badly!

John chortled... "no wife of mine is going to parade around in a slinky dress in a public," continuing in his character role as he suddenly pulled my dress up in back to expose my naked butt in the dark.

I know my ass was so red after several more whacks and I was breathing so heavily. I think if he stroked my clit one more time, I would gush all over him. I can't stand that he gets me this way so easily. He knows he can get me to do anything!

Suddenly, it wasn't dark in the truck anymore. John stopped for a moment because maybe it took him by surprise too. The lights of the parking lot turned on. Apparently, they were on an automatic timer!

I looked back up almost blinded by the one of the lights just overhead of the truck and I know it was shining through the windshield directly on my ass! Anyone in the parking lot would see my red naked butt if they were walking close by in the lot. When I realized what had happened, I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help it! My whole body shuddered as I moaned deeply, and a wave of orgasms flowed through me. I was having the "big O" in public!... I was so lost at that moment I didn't care. I just wanted it.

Maybe the only shred of dignity I retained was that the windows of the truck were totally fogged up from perspiration. After John let me up... he had to wipe off the windshield from inside to see. I was still breathing so heavily as I desperately adjusted the dress. I was speechless at what had just happened. I was so relieved I had seen no one in the parking lot.

When we got home, and closed the front door, I did something I had never done before. I just had to. Without a word, I turned, stopped John at the door, knelt, unzipped him, and took his already hard cock in my mouth. I just felt so hot and appreciative I wanted to give him a blow job after all we had just done. He blew such a load in my mouth that I gagged.

My spanking that night in the truck was so playfully deserved. John reassured me of what a "good girl" I was to relieve his throbbing manhood when we got home, but he also playfully warned me, "next time I won't be so easy on you." The soreness of my butt sent my orgasms into orbit when he recovered and pounded inside me that night so passionately.

My only concern from our public escapade was that it would raise more than a few suspicions the next day at work when I had to bring a pillow in (again) to line my chair! And now I'm also worried I'll get a call from my friend Michelle asking about what her husband Pete saw in the store.