WIP It Up Wednesday! Thanks to Melody Parks for its creation. Today I'm sharing another piece from a short story I wrote. If you missed last week's snippet, click here to read that first, but essentially, Marcus had left his wife Melody to stand with her nose to the corner in preparation for punishment. Today, her spanking begins...
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Mason sat watching his wife standing in the corner, her beautiful ass on display, awaiting punishment. She had quite the punishment coming. He picked up his latest purchase: the stainless steel syringe. It was cool to the touch but just what he needed for an event like tonight. For lesser offenses and for maintenance, he would take her over his knee for a more intimate spanking, but her deception had earned her the cane and this. He pulled the plunger out and picked up the tube of anal lubricant. Opening the top, he squeezed a generous amount into the barrel of the syringe, replaced the plunger and set it back down before checking his watch. Just a few minutes to go. He stood and began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of him pulling it through the loops of his pants making her gasp and shuffle on her feet as he approached. He doubled it over in his hand, taking the buckle into his palm and holding it at his side.
"All right, Melody. Go ahead and slide your panties off."
He waited until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.
"You're getting the belt first before the cane and the anal punishment you've got coming. You know what to do, walk your legs farther back so your back is level to the floor and spread them wider. Hands flat against the wall and push that bottom out, girl. I want it offered up for every single stroke, got it?"
"Yes, sir," she said as she moved into position, lowering her torso and arching her back, taking her legs wider. "How many?" she asked, her tone anxious.
"Haven't decided," he said, placing a hand at her low back and pushing it down, forcing her hips higher so that he could now easily glimpse the pink of her pussy lips glistening just between her cheeks. "Here we go."
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Melody knew he liked for her to take her punishments in silence, but sometimes it was just an impossibility, like tonight. The belt striped her bottom as he laid down stroke after stroke without a break. She wondered if the sound of it carried outside, if the neighbors knew that she was being spanked by her husband. She bit her lip, trying to manage the pain, her hands fisting on the wall, her ass and the tops of her thighs on fire.
"Hands flat on the wall and keep your feet down," he said.
"Yes, sir," she managed through the strokes.
She tried not to clench, knowing he wanted her bottom relaxed for punishment, her cheeks bouncing with every strike, the belt just licking her pussy lips which somehow, even through a punishment, grew wet. The belt was bad but the cane was worse. It would leave lines of pure fire that would not heal for days. And he'd want to inspect her bottom daily in the coming week. He'd ask her just after dinner every night to bare her bottom and present herself for intimate inspection and if she had an anal punishment coming tonight, the humiliation of those inspections would be doubled.
Anal punishment. She liked having Marcus fuck her ass, but when he was punishing her, the fucking was harder and not for her pleasure but his. She wondered if he'd allow her to come at all tonight, but didn’t spend long on those thoughts when Marcus finally stopped.
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Come back next week for a little more, but for today, head over to the other blogs and have a look.