by Dale Rogers
Ellie Bigelow looked at herself in the full-length mirror that hung in her massive walk-in closet. For a moment, she couldn't believe it was December 5th and she was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a sequined, white cotton tee shirt. By this time last year, back in Ann Arbor, she was wearing long pants, socks, and a heavy sweater.
She smoothed down her shoulder-length blonde hair and walked to the window of the bedroom she shared with her husband, Brian. She glanced out at the mountains in the distance and noted the clear blue sky with the sun already high in the east. Back in Michigan, the sky would probably be cloudy with the strong possibility of snow showers. I could get used to this, she told herself.
Of course, she countered as she continued to gaze at the perpetually blue sky, she had missed the Michigan summer - the warm days, the cool evenings, the occasional weekends spent at her parents' cabin on Lake Michigan. In fact, when the temperature outside exceeded 110 degrees and she was practically forced to remain inside, sucking on the air conditioner, she very nearly begged Brian to take her back to Ann Arbor.
She turned away from the window when she heard a knock at the glass patio door. "Hi, Ellie." The voice came from Kristy McKenzie, her next-door neighbor and new best friend.
"Hi, Kristy," Ellie said. "I'm coming." She headed for the stairs.
Ellie met Kristy on her first day in her new home. Both Kristy and her husband, Ty, came over to invite them to dinner at their house. Brian introduced them. However, no real introductions were necessary. Brian had told her so much about the neighbors that she felt she knew them already.
Although Brian had indicated that Ty and Kristy's relationship was rather 'non traditional' in that Ty was fifteen years older than his wife, he had omitted the fact that Kristy had once been an exotic dancer and that Ty occasionally disciplined her when she seemed to misbehave or stray toward her old ways. However, as Ellie learned one morning in late June, Kristy was not particularly shy about sharing the unique aspects of her marriage or her background.
As Ellie recalled, Kristy seemed eager to talk about her husband and her former occupation. While they were drinking coffee in Ellie's new kitchen, Kristy simply blurted out that Ty had spanked her the night before.
Ellie's blue eyes widened. "Ty spanked you? Is that what you said?" she asked.
Kristy smiled and nodded. "Sure," she said. "I thought you knew he spanked me occasionally."
Ellie was incredulous. "No, I didn't know," she said. "What... I mean, why did he spank you?"
"Oh, I met some old friends at the Luxor while he was at work and didn't tell him about it."
"What's wrong with that?" Ellie asked. She knew she herself had done that many times back in Ann Arbor and never thought twice about it.
Kristy smiled again. "Ellie, I thought you knew about my background."
"All I know is that you're going to UNLV and that Ty is older than you."
"Before I married Ty, I made my living as an exotic dancer - a stripper," she said. "I was into a lot of bad sh... stuff. He got me out of it and has forbid me from seeing the people I used to hang around with - definitely for my own good." She gave Ellie a wink. "You mean, Brian doesn't spank you?"
"Good heavens, no," Ellie said quickly. "The whole idea of it is ridiculous!"
"Well, perhaps," Kristy said. "But it works for us. I'm a much better person, and I stay that way because of Ty and his tough love."
Ellie wasn't sure what to say to that so she changed the subject.
However, even as they drank coffee and talked about the various shows on the Strip, she thought about the spanking, especially Kristy's statement that it was an expression of Ty's tough love. Finally, after about thirty minutes or so, she just had to ask. "Kristy, I can't stop thinking about the spanking - it just seems so bizarre. I can't believe you let your husband spank you."
Kristy smiled. "Well, perhaps it is a bit old-fashioned," she said. "But, like I said, it works for us."
"And you don't ever resist or protest?"
"Sometimes, of course," Kristy said. "But I know it's for my own good. Besides-" She paused and her smile widened. "There are side benefits."
"What do you mean?"
Kristy flushed slightly. "Ty is definitely no-nonsense when it comes to discipline. However, he is always very loving afterward, if you know what I mean."
Ellie knew what she meant and, for an instant, thought about her own relationship, especially the sex she shared with her husband. Brian, she conceded to herself, is a caring and sensitive lover; however, he is predictable. She gazed at Kristy, noting the natural glow she seemed to have. "I'm sorry to keep bringing this up," she said, "but... doesn't the spanking hurt?"
Kristy touched Ellie's hand. "Of course, it hurts. That's the point," she said. "But - and I'll let you in on a little secret - most of the time it doesn't hurt as bad as I let on - except maybe when Ty uses his belt."
"How often does Ty spank you? It sounds like a lot."
Kristy leaned back and took a sip of coffee. "Well, I can be a handful sometimes," she said. "I mean, I'm still young and like to have a good time. Occasionally, I forget that I'm a wife." She paused and looked at Ellie. "Now, don't get me wrong. I love Ty and love being married to him. I have a good life because of him. But, like I said, I can be rather petulant and do things I shouldn't. Ty has to spank me, I'd say, probably at least once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. He doesn't let me get away with much."
Ellie wasn't sure what to say to that. In her entire adult life, she had never known anyone like Kristy, had never even known such women and such relationships even existed in today's world. Again, she thought about her own husband. Would she like it if Brian took charge and disciplined her? She wasn't sure, but she had to admit that she wasn't as turned off by the idea as she thought she should have been.
Kristy touched Ellie's hand again. "Hey, Ellie. Are we going to the Strip or not?"
"Oh... I'm sorry," Ellie said. The sudden image of her being over her husband's lap dissolved. "Of course. I'll get my purse."
Right after dinner that evening, Ellie gave Brian a glass of wine and they sat together on their sofa in the family room. "Kristy told me something very interesting this morning," she said.
Brian took a sip of wine. "What?"
Ellie flushed slightly. "She told me that... that Ty spanked her occasionally. Did you know that?"
Brian took another sip of wine and leaned back. "Uh... yes, Ty mentioned it to me once."
Ellie gazed at her husband. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I guess I didn't think it was any of our business."
Ellie reached for Brian's hand and clutched his fingers. "Honey, do you think... you could ever do that?"
"Do what?"
"You know, spank me?"
Brian's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Why would I ever spank you?"
Ellie wasn't sure what she was talking about or even that she should be talking about it. All she knew was that she couldn't let it go. "I don't know," she said. "But, you know, I'm not working like I was before, and I've got a lot of time on my hands. And, I'm in what they call Sin City with a friend who seems to get into trouble on a regular basis. Maybe... maybe I will start getting into trouble too. I don't want to, but if I do, what would you do about it?"
Brian looked hard at his wife. "I don't know. I guess I never thought about it before. I mean, I love you and trust you."
"Maybe you shouldn't trust me," she said.
He pulled back slightly. "Ellie, why are we having this conversation?"
She wasn't sure how to answer that question. It just suddenly seemed very important to her, perhaps a crucial test of their young relationship. "Oh... I worry sometimes."
"Worry about what?"
"That I won't do the right thing, that maybe I'll do something to disappoint you, to even strain our relationship."
"Ellie, how do you want me to answer that?" he said. "I mean, do you want me to do what Ty does?"
Is that what she wanted? She wasn't sure. However, the more she thought about it, the more it sounded right, especially when she remembered how much Kristy seemed to thrive. "Would that be so wrong?"
"Look, I agree it seems to work for Kristy and Ty," he said. "But, we're not them."
Ellie took Brian's hand again and kissed him on the cheek. "Brian, you're a good man," she said. "I'm lucky to have you for a husband. I love you. But-"
"But what?"
"I think I need for you to be - I don't know - the man, for lack of a better term."
"And what does that mean, exactly?"
She was hoping he would know. "Oh, for god's sake, Brian, you figure it out."
He flushed. Then, in a sudden move that surprised her, he took her hands and pulled her over his lap. He retracted his right hand and began to rain down a series of spanks over the shorts she was wearing. "Is that what you mean?"
Ellie took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but this surprised her. "I don't know," she managed to say.
"That's not an acceptable answer," he said. He pulled down her shorts and panties, baring her bottom completely. "I'll keep spanking you until you tell me one way or the other. I need to know what kind of relationship you want." He punctuated this with a series of spanks that reddened every square centimeter of her slender bottom.
Ellie gasped as the pain escalated. "Ow, that really hurts," she blurted out.
"No doubt," he said as he continued with the spanking, delivering slap after slap.
She tried to remember what had prompted this sudden action. Had he asked her a question she was supposed to answer? Was this what she had wanted? Was this why she had started the conversation? What kind of man was she married to?
"Brian, please stop," she said at last.
He stopped but kept his right hand on her warm backside. "Are you ready to answer the question?"
She took another deep breath and was about to attempt an answer. But, then, she felt something she had never felt before. Even though her bottom felt like it was on fire, she also felt a tingling between her legs that was rapidly progressing to need. She was lubricating freely. She thought back to what Kristy had said about the lovemaking after a spanking. She looked up at her husband and spread her legs.
"Brian, honey... could you, you know, please-" She couldn't finish.
However, Brian apparently understood. He shifted the fingers of his right hand to between her legs. His index finger found her vagina while his middle finger found her clitoris. He began a slow gentle massage that had her moaning and squirming almost immediately. She climaxed within a matter of minutes and nearly bucked off his lap.
When she was calm again, she gazed up at Brian. "Please take me to bed."
He nudged her off his lap, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
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