Pain in Full with Interest

It seems that my story archive was not quite as bare as I thought. I found this little nugget way in the back. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Sunday was spanking day for me. Here's how it happened. I was at the computer writing an e-mail message. Suddenly, my husband Randy appeared behind me. He was holding our dogleg hairbrush (truly the Stradivarius of spanking implements). As my fingers blabbered away about this and that as I am inclined to do, I sensed he was becoming impatient with me. My first clue was a not so subtle tapping of the brush on the back of my chair. Finally, he told me that I needed to get off the computer because I was about to be spanked (don't those words make butterflies take flight?). I offered my correspondent a brief farewell, logged off, and tried to prepare myself for what was to come.

After I logged off, Randy got right to work. He lowered my jeans and panties and then positioned me face down across the seat of the computer chair. He asked me if I was ready. Not knowing precisely what he had in mind, I said that I guessed so. Then he delivered about ten quick swats with the brush. They were pretty hard. As soon as he finished, he rubbed my stinging bottom for a few minutes.

As he was rubbing, we had an interesting conversation. It went something like this:

R: So who were you e-mailing? B: My friend Debbie. R: Is she the one you convinced she needed a hard spanking? B: Not really. She said she wanted one. I just offered her my thoughts on the subject. R: Nevertheless, what you said in part resulted in your friend getting spanked. B: I suppose so, but... R: So you admit your complicity! It seems you're pretty brave when it concerns someone else's bottom. Now it's your turn!

All of a sudden the rubbing stopped. Randy began to spank me slowly but methodically with that brush. The swats were very hard and went on seemingly without end. The intense sting grew as the spanking proceeded. Randy punctuated the spanking with questions like "Is this what your friend got because of you?" (I had no intention of telling him at this stage that Debbie's husband used a paddle). Ouch! He really laid the wood to me this time! I suppose I could used my safeword to escape, but my mind was elsewhere.

When he finished, I realized that I was completely turned-on. He wanted to complete the festivities right there by the computer, but I convinced him to move to our bedroom. Once there, we made love with vigor and zest. It was great.

The bottom line is that I was as sore as I've been in quite a while. A day and a half later, I can definitely still feel the aftereffects. But, you know, I can't complain. I have to believe that most wives would be delighted to have a husband who spends as much time and effort on them as Randy does with me. For that and far more, I am truly grateful.

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