Story: Lynne’s Resolution

This is the fifth installment of a continuing story. If you're just joining us, it might make more sense if start at the beginning.

Lynne’s muted voice was barely audible above the din created by air rushing past the cabin window at four hundred miles per hour. She leaned toward her husband to prevent her words from being intercepted by other passengers just a few feet away.

“Thank you, honey,” she said quietly, but with conviction. Mark wasn’t precisely certain for what she was grateful, but he smiled and gently caressed her shoulder length russet hair.

She placed her head against his sturdy shoulder. It wasn’t much of a pillow, but to Lynne, it felt good to be close, even aboard a cramped aircraft. This was her new husband, companion, and soul mate. He now knew her mostly closely held secret. Better still, he didn’t recoil or run. Mark was neither intimidated nor disgusted.

He didn’t fully understand, but after the past few days, maybe she didn’t either. What was this genie they had released from its bottle? The spankings awoke within both partners a carnal hunger they barely knew they possessed. Lynne smiled at the prospect of years of exciting sexual experimentation as she snuggled closer to her dear spouse.

“What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking…”

“Should I be worried?”

“No, on the contrary. You should be pleased.”

“OK, I’ll bite. What exactly were you thinking?”

“Well, I shouldn’t really say too much with all these people around. But…”

“But what, Lynne?”

“But I think we need to buy a paddle when we get home.” The word paddle was mouthed more than spoken. Nevertheless, her message was received.

“I have no idea where to purchase such a thing.”

“I’ve seen some nice looking ones on the Web.”

“So, you’ve been planning this spanking business for quite some time?” Mark’s tone revealed not accusation, but curiosity.

Lynne looked around nervously at the blatant public mention of that most closeted buzzword. So far as she could determine, no one had overhead Mark’s faux pas.

“Not planning, so much as dreaming…” Her voice tailed off toward the end of the sentence almost suggesting the dream was still in progress.

“When should we use this new acquisition? Just before lovemaking, or other times too?”

“Use it when you want to turn me on, when you think it will help me, or when I ask.”

“Really?”

Lynne spoke quickly now, firing words like bullets from a machine gun. “Absolutely. I recognize this subject is all new to you. But I’ve had years to ponder it. I’ve always been interested in you-know-what. Now we’ve tried it, I am totally hooked on that feeling.”

Mark chuckled, “Yeah, I can tell.”

“So if we buy that, um, implement, would you be willing to use it?”

“Lynne, if it brings the kind of exquisite pleasure we enjoyed this week, feel free to bring home the entire paddle factory.”

“Shhhh!”

“What’d I say?”

“Never mind.”

While this honeymoon trip was incredibly memorable, it was exhausting as well. Lynne yearned to simply sleep in a bed again. Mark would have been satisfied to find just one restful position in the narrow coach seat. Seeing him struggle, Lynne reached over and began to rub his muscular back. She knew her man was uncomfortable. Her massaging hands transferred the boundless affection she felt for her lover. Lynne resolved to fulfill his every need and make real his fantasies.

After all, Mark had granted her fondest wish. The genuine experience was more intense than even her vivid imagination could have foretold.

“Thank you, honey.”

A grin crossed Mark’s handsome face. “You’re welcome, love. All you need to do is ask.”


(The end, at least for now…)

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction