Her Old-Fashioned Husband (16 page)

“What did I tell you about standing in the corner?”
             

“That I wasn’t to speak,” she said, dropping her gaze.

“I know you’re new to this, sweetheart,” he said gently. “But those were very clear instructions. I’m adding an extra ten minutes to corner time for disobedience. If you move or speak again, it will be an extra ten smacks to your ass which is already going to regret your naughtiness.”

With a soft sigh, she turned and placed her nose in the corner. Tom stared at her, the surge of pleasure he felt at having her like this surprising him. He’d always known he was going to be the dominant one in any partnership he had
b
ut he
’d no idea he would enjoy being completely in charge of her care so much.

“Okay, Frankie,” he said gently when another te
n minutes were up. “Come here, now
.
”

Frankie turned and
walked over to him dressed in just her top, which wasn’t long enough to hide her clean-shaven pussy from his gaze. But that wasn’t what he was here for. Maybe later.

Right now, Frankie needed to know that when he told her something, he meant it. And disobeying had consequences.

“What do you have to say?” he asked.

“I’m sorry for disobeying you.”

“I’m sorry you did, too, baby. I don’t enjoy making you cry, but I want you to know that every time you disobey me there is going to be a punishment. I love you, honey. So much. And I never want anything bad to happen to you, I simply couldn’t bear it. Now, lay yourself over my lap and we’ll get started.”

For a moment
he thought she wasn’t going to move, but then she slowly placed herself over his thighs, her bottom nice and high, perfectly rounded. She gasped and he smiled as he realized she’d seen the wooden spoon.

Tom rubbed her bottom, enjoying the feel of her
, and
then reaching back he smacked his hand down. Hard.

Frankie gasped and instantly a bright pink patch appeared on her bottom.

“When I give you a r
ule, young lady.” Smack! Smack!
“I am not just speaking to hear my own voice.” Smack! Smack!

Tom concentrated on her right side, slapping his hand down in the same spot over and over.

“I expect to be obeyed.” Smack! Smack!

Frankie groaned softly. Smack! Smack!

He fired h
is hand down.
“I think after this.” Smack! Smack! “You’ll think twice about disobeying me.” Her right buttock was flaring red by now, time to move to the left.

Smack! Smack!

“Won’t you, little one?”

Smack! Smack!

Her butt was now a deep crimson,
her skin was flaring hot against his palm.

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “Please stop,
it hurts so bad!
I’m
so
sorry.”

Ah, there it was, she was starting to
lose
her stiffness. Tom answered her plea with a barrage of heavy spanks t
hat soon had her sobbing
. He hated hearing her cry, but knew she needed this. Needed to be held accountable, to know someone loved her enough to make sure she was safe and happy.

She wiggled, her feet kicking frantically, but Tom was
a
well experienced spanker, he simply adjusted his grip and kept going until her gorgeous ass was a deep scarlet and she was beyond words, simply sobbing limply on his lap.

Stilling, his hand stinging like crazy, he rubbed her back as she cried.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby. Only a little bit more punishment to go and then I’ll cuddle you, and tuck you up into bed.”

She wailed. “Please no more, no more.”

“Shh, shh,” he told her, nearly giving in to her pleas. But he wouldn’t be doing either of them any favors by giving in to her demands. “I’m going to help you off my lap sweetie,
and then
I want you on all fours on the floor.”

He helped her off his lap
. Slowly, she got down on all fours, facing away from him.

“That’s my very good girl. I want you to split your legs wide. Wider, sweetie, I know you go further.”

Frankie
parted her
thighs so
nothing was hidden from his sight.

“Good
girl
. Now lower
your chest
down until its resting on the floor then I want you to reach back with both hands and part your naughty bottom cheeks.”

Frankie gaped at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Please no, I promise to never disobey again.”
             

Tom chuckled. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetie. We both know you’re never going to be that obedient. And life would be pretty boring if you were. Now, do as you were told before I decide to add extras.”

Sniffling, she slowly reached back and parted her bottom cheeks, hissing as her hands came into contact with what had to be very stinging skin. Her small puckered hole was revealed to him, stirring his blood. His cock stiffened.

Not now.

Now wasn’t the time. Later, he could indulge.

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. Now, I’m going to spank your little bottom hole with the wooden spoon. I want you to stay very still and take your punishment. It’s a count of twenty. If you try to move then I start all over.”

“Please, sir, no.”
             

“Shh
,
now
. Just be a good girl and it will all be over soon.”

He
knelt
, facing away from her. Swiftly he brought the wooden spoon down on her sensitive inner butt cheeks.

“Oww, it hurts.”

“It’s meant too, baby. That was one.”

By the time he reached twenty they were both shaking. Quickly, he grabbed the small butt plug and lube.

“Just a bit more to go, darling. You’re going
to
have to wear a bottom plug tonight as a reminder that I don’t like to hear my wife swearing.” As he spoke he slathered the plug in lube
. He ran his finger over her asshole then pressed the tip of his finger inside her.
She cried out, but he pushed his finger in and out
of her without hesitation
, becoming seriously turned on at the sight of his finger disappearing into her hole.

Tom
ran his thumb through her folds, feeling the moisture there. He really shouldn’t reward her bad behavior. But damn, he wanted her. He flicked her clit as he
drove
his finger in and out of her ass.

“Please, please, Tom, please,
”
she begged, nearly breathless with arousal.
             

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please let me come.”

“You’ve been naughty
, I should leave you hanging.”
             

“No,” she wailed. “Please.”

He chuckled. “Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood.” He pushed a second finger into her asshole, moving slowly as she cried out before upping his pace. Dropping his mouth to her pussy, he pushed his tongue through her folds
, drinking in her rich moisture. Then he began tapping
her clit insistently.

He felt her quiver and leaning back, looked up at her. “You need to ask my permission before you come, Frankie,” he warned her.

“
What?”

“I’m in charge of everything including your pleasure. For the next two weeks you do not come unless I say so.”

“Oh God, oh God,” she moaned. “Please let me come, sir.”

“Not yet,” he told her wickedly, smiling a little at her frustrated cry. Poor thing, it had to be so hard, holding back.

Tom withdrew his fingers from her ass and grabbed the butt plug, rubbing it against her asshole.

“Please, sir, please,” she begged, writhing beneath him.

Tom pulled back, just staring down at her.

“May I come, sir?” she asked.

“You may,” he told her,
flicking her clit with his thumb
. As the first tremor of her release hit her, he pressed the butt plug forward, pressing it into her bottom as she shook and cried out.

Tom continued to rub her clit as she shivered.
“Good girl, you’re so beautiful, you
know that right?” he told her as he started stripping off.
The sight of her red butt, the butt plug between her cheeks, the wetness coating her folds and the top of her
thigh
s almost had him coming before he even got inside her. He gritted his teeth and lined the head of his cock up against her pussy, pressing deep inside her.

“Oh honey, you have no idea how good that feels,” he groaned. “You are so tight, so hot.”

He pulled back then pushed forward.

“I feel so full,” she cried.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised her, speeding up, thrusting his hips back and forth. Pleasure rushed over his body, making his legs trembles, his torso shake.

“I can’t hold on much longer, sweetie,” he warned her, before pushing forward one final time and coming inside her.
He yelled out in satisfaction, barely able to stop himself from collapsing on top of her.

Recovering, his body sated and relaxed, Tom managed to find the energy to gather her up in his arms to carry her to the
ir
bed
room. He glanced down at her face, alarmed at the tears running down her cheeks.

“Honey, what is it? Did I hurt you?” He placed her on the bed and ran his hands over her. “Where is the pain? Is it the plug? Your bottom?”

F
rankie shook her head and opened her arms. “No pain. Well, besides my spanked butt. I just, I feel a little overwhelmed. Hold me, please?”

“You-you won’t get sick of me?” she asked tremulously.

“Come on,” Frankie said impatiently. “Let’s go.”

She bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for Tom to finish gathering up the food for their picnic.

“Coming, baby. Just let me grab a blanket and then I’ll be there in a second,” he called out.

Frankie was ready to
go
, dressed in her bright pink bikini. They’d been here are few days now and already Frankie felt happier, lighter. Of course, it was a bit of a learning curve, giving over all her control to Tom, but once she’d stopped fighting herself, she’d found it freeing.

And it made her feel closer to Tom. As though he now knew all of her, and he hadn’t run. It was a revelation.

“Right, all set.” He walked out carrying the picnic basket, a blanket and two towels resting on the top of it. He was dressed in swimming shorts and a t-shirt.

“Yay!” Frankie opened the door and bounced outside.

“Excited, honey?”
             

“I love the lake and swimming.”

“I know you do.” He smiled at her as they walked along.

“Want me to carry something?” she asked.

“No, you know the
rules. Y
ou don’t carry your own bags when I’m around.”

“Tom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I really enjoy being here with you, like this.”

Tom smiled, his eyes filled with happiness. “Me too.”

“Sometimes I w
ish we could stay here forever,” she said wistfully.

Tom raised his brows. “You want this arrangement permanently?” he asked, his surprise evident.

“Oh no.” She shook her head. “I think I’d kill you eventually. I like having you in charge, I feel closer to you, like I trusted you before but now
it’s
been taken to a higher level, you know. But I will eventually want to make some of my own decision. No, I just meant being together, the two of us. It’s nice.”

“Yes, honey, it is. How about we make a pact
?
How about we promise each other that we’ll
get away together at least
four or five times a year?”

Frankie beamed up at him. “I’d like that.”

He squeezed her hand. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Frankie squealed as the water came into sight. She pulled at Tom’s hold on her, wanting to run ahead, but he held onto her tightly.

“Hey, what’s the rush,” he teased. “The lake will still be there in two minutes.”

“Urgh, you’re such a spoilsport sometimes,” she groaned.

He chuckled then let go of her hand. “Off you go, then,” he told her with a heavy slap to her ass.