by W. Arthur
Bob and Wendy were lying in their queen-size bed with the sheets rumpled and the large quilt pulled haphazardly back. It was late on a Saturday evening. They were both naked and feeling warm and relaxed after making love. Bob was tenderly stroking Wendy's inner thigh, and she was letting him. Her eyes were nearly closed. They were celebrating the end of their sixth year together in the style that was most comfortable to them - privately, without any extravagant celebration or fanfare.
Unconsciously, Bob's hand began to creep higher and higher on Wendy's thigh until it was only a few millimeters away from the curly brown pubic hair that surrounded her glistening sex.
"You know I would never tell you what to do," Wendy whispered, "but you better stop doing that."
"Why?" he asked, continuing to massage the sensitive flesh.
"Can you manage another performance?"
Bob smiled and pulled back his hand knowingly. "Probably not right away."
They both rolled onto their backs. "Hard to believe it's been six years," Wendy said.
"In some ways," Bob said. "In some ways, it seems like we've been together forever, just like an old married couple." Then he sat up and glanced at their wedding picture - a simple photograph taken immediately after a simple ceremony at their church, with eight guests, including the deacon who performed the ceremony. "Wendy, do you remember the first time I saw you?"
Wendy thought for a few seconds. "I was working at that plumbing supply company, I think."
"That's right. You were Tom's receptionist and secretary. I had to meet with Tom to discuss increasing his insurance since he was expanding. You greeted me in the outer office and told me that Mr. Jackson was meeting with a potential customer and I would have to wait for a few minutes. I remember thinking that you had a nice voice and pleasant air about you, but that you were a bit timid."
Wendy sat up next to her husband. "Well, you recall that I had only been working there for a few weeks and I was recently divorced."
"I certainly didn't hold that against you. I thought that your timidity was a very attractive quality. Even then, I wondered if maybe you were submissive." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Later, in Tom's office, I asked him about you. At first, he seemed reluctant to tell me anything. I think he had some designs on you himself - not that I could blame him."
Wendy looked surprised. "I thought he was married."
Bob nodded. "He was, but that never stopped him. I knew Tom Jackson in high school and college. He was always a womanizer. I believe he still is."
"Well, he never came on to me."
"No, I imagine he didn't. After he told me that you were divorced and had been a teacher who would rather work as a secretary, I told him that I thought I might want to get to know his new secretary a little better."
"You never told me that before," Wendy said. "I remember thinking that you were kind of cute and that there was an air of authority about you that I believed I could respect, if I got the chance to test it. But I didn't know anything about you except that you were Mr. Jackson's insurance agent. You might have been married, had children. I certainly didn't want to blurt out questions as though I was prying into your life."
"No, that wouldn't have been a good idea," he agreed. "But, I firmly believe that God was looking out for both of us. Remember that I needed to come back two more times to work with Tom on his insurance - after all, it was a large policy and I was still developing a client base at the agency."
"I'm glad you did come back," she said.
"So am I. I even arranged the third appointment so it coincided with the end of your working day so I could invite you to have coffee with me."
Wendy smiled and her eyes lit up. "That was pretty sneaky, but to tell you the truth, I was praying that you would do just that."
"I told you that God was looking out for us," Bob said. "You know, I just knew after that hour we spent together at Arabica that you were the perfect woman for me. Do you remember our first date?"
"The following Saturday night," Wendy said quickly. "We were supposed to go to Olive Garden."
"Yes, but do you remember why we didn't go?"
Wendy flushed slightly. "I don't think I'll ever forget that."
"Our date was for six, but when I arrived to pick you up, you weren't even close to being ready. Were you testing me?"
"Perhaps unconsciously."
"I remember trying to maintain my composure. But, as you know, I'm not the most patient person in the world, especially when it comes to punctuality."
"So I've learned," Wendy agreed. And it was certainly true. She had been spanked more than once for not being on time for something.
"I think we had some awkward moments at first. But, I thought I saw something in your eyes and in your manner that suggested I needed to assert myself. I remember saying something like, 'Wendy, I really like you and I'm certainly willing to wait while you finish getting ready. However, as a general rule, I think it's quite inconsiderate to keep someone waiting unless you have a very good reason. Do you have a good reason?' You couldn't give me any kind of reason so I sensed the opening. 'Since you don't seem to have a reason for keeping me waiting, I can only assume that either you have trouble telling time or you are simply inconsiderate. Which is it?'"
"I remember that. I think I was somewhat stunned by your manner - stunned in a good way because up to then no man had ever spoken to me like that. But I also remember that I couldn't answer you."
"I wasn't sure how to interpret your silence," Bob said. "But I knew I had to persist. 'Perhaps, since you aren't answering me, you need a lesson in how to be considerate. Do you think you need such a lesson?'"
"I remember your hard stare. I think I finally realized at that moment that you were offering me what I really wanted in life, what I had always been looking for. I recall saying, 'Perhaps I do.'"
"I was a little surprised by your answer. I kind of half expected that you would become a little incensed by the idea and order me out and that would be the end of it. But since you didn't, I knew I needed to act on my words. I remember taking you by the hand and leading you into your small kitchen. I knew I was going to spank you, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. It was a very tense moment."
"For me too," Wendy said. "Believe it or not, up until then, I had only been spanked a few times and never really for punishment. But I knew, in my heart, that it was what I had always wanted. Funny how you just know these things about yourself."
"Yes, it is," Bob agreed. "It took me a few seconds to settle on putting you over my lap. Believe it or not, up until that moment, I had never spanked a woman that way."
"Well, if you were nervous about it, you certainly didn't show it," Wendy said. "In fact, you seemed pretty adept, so adept that I believed you were very experienced and my respect for you went up."
Bob smiled. "Ah, the things we can pull off when we have to. I remember pulling you down across my lap and looking at your bottom. Even under your dress, it was very nice, perfect in fact."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"But I had to make another decision, I had to decide whether or not to lift up your dress. I had already noticed that you didn't have on any stockings or pantyhose, so I wasn't sure what you had on underneath. However, I knew I had come this far and you had let me, so why not go for it?"
"Why not," Wendy said, smiling at the memory.
"So I lifted up your dress and discovered that you weren't wearing any panties."
"I have always put my panties on last when I'm wearing a dress."
"I didn't know that then. Well, imagine my surprise. Anyway, I was a little angry and more than a little aroused, so I just went for it."
"Yes, I remember that well. The spanking was a lot harder than I was expecting."
Bob nodded. "I notice you didn't complain."
"No, I felt... good, like I'd been finally cleansed of sin."
"That's the way you're supposed to feel."
Now it was Wendy's turn to nod. "I know that now, but I had never felt that way before. I also knew that I could very easily love you and I wanted to feel you inside me right then."
"And that's why we never made it to Olive Garden." Bob chuckled and gave Wendy a small kiss on her blushing cheek. "You know, I was very grateful. That first night, that first experience... it was like finally discovering true love. I knew you were the one for me and we would be perfect together."
Wendy nestled up against her husband. "I was a very happy girl, especially when you proposed. I'm still a very happy girl."
Bob took her hand in his. "Do you remember the first time I spanked you for punishment after we got married?"
"How could I forget something as important as that? It was two days after our honeymoon. I had never been a housewife before and was still settling into my new role. I remember thinking that morning after you left for work that I had all the time in the world and that it wouldn't take any time at all to get done what I thought I needed to get done. I confess I also didn't take you very seriously when you told me what your expectations were."
"I had a feeling that you wouldn't," Bob said.
"Well, anyway," Wendy continued, "I certainly wasn't prepared for your reaction when you came home from work and found that the only thing I had accomplished during the day was to take a shower."
"I knew as soon as I walked through the door and saw that you were dressed in an old sweatshirt and hadn't cleaned up the kitchen that I would have to be harsh."
"And I should have realized that you were serious; after all, we had discussed it in some detail and I knew you were dominant. Perhaps I was unconsciously testing you."
"I thought of that," Bob said. "And that thought strengthened my resolve... moment of truth, so to speak."
"I remember that at first you didn't say anything and I knew I was in trouble. Then, you ordered me to pull down my jeans and bend over the kitchen chair. You said something like, 'I am very disappointed in you, Wendy, and I'm going to have to spank you in order to teach you a lesson.' And I know I blushed at that point and said, 'Please, Bob; it won't happen again. I just lost track of time.'"
"And I answered, 'This is more serious than you realize. You deserve a spanking and you're going to get it. Now, get into position or it will be worse, I promise you.'"
Wendy shuddered slightly as the memory of that afternoon filled her brain. "I knew I had no real choice and that, in some way, punishment was what I wanted."
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