by Susan Thomas
Matilda heard the ping of her inbox; checking it, she smiled with pleasure. David had sent another mail. David was an Israeli she was never likely to meet but he regularly sent her video clips, jokes and snippets of fascinating information. She shared quite a lot of them with her contacts. Today there was a Tumblr video link. She suspected it would be something funny, maybe about pets or children. She clicked with a smile of anticipation already on her face. The smile froze.
On the screen in front of her a young woman, it was hard to tell her age, lay naked over a man's lap. He sat in comfort on a bed, while her feet were upon the floor and her upper body on the bed. It couldn't be said to be resting on the bed because she was jerking around vigorously as he spanked her bottom very hard. His hand smacked down with considerable force, first on one cheek and then on another. The girl, her pony tail bouncing almost in time with the smacks, yelped and cried out at each smack of his hand - and no wonder, as it was a hard spanking. Her bottom was already scarlet with the punishment so far, but there was no sign of a let up. The spanking went on and on while Matilda's face became as red as the poor girl's bottom. The clip ended with the spanking over, but a hint that more punishment was to follow.
Matilda sat shocked, staring at the now still screen with the play arrow in the centre. Her hands were trembling and her face burnt with emotions she could scarcely understand. She clicked the arrow again, watching the man's hand intently as it smacked down on the girl's bottom. She was fascinated by how that punished bottom reacted; the delicate ripple, the way it wriggled as the heat and sting built. She listened hard to those little cries and yelps, and when the video clip ended she replayed it again and again and again.
Her inbox pinged again with another mail from David. She opened it almost as if it were an unexploded bomb.
"Oh I am so sorry Matilda I sent you a video intended for my spanko group. I had no intention of offending you, please forgive me."
Matilda's hands were trembling as she wrote her reply. "Hi David, I'm not offended honestly. No forgiveness necessary. I was a bit surprised... but please add me to your spanko group."
She sat looking at the email she had written, her cursor hovering over the Send button. Finally she deleted the words, 'but please add me to your spanko group' and wrote instead, 'but that was all.' Decisively she hit Send and sat back trembling.
Her body was coursing with sexual feelings she didn't recognise and most certainly couldn't control. This was not normal for her. Henry wasn't a great lover though she loved him dearly. He was kind, thoughtful, wickedly funny and would never look at another woman, ever, but sex was dull and pedestrian. Usually a once a week affair, it was quickly over; in fact she was expecting the routine tonight as it was Friday and usually he wanted it on Fridays. Matilda didn't want all those candles, perfumes and soft music so beloved of certain types of magazines for women. She didn't want to be seduced. She wanted Henry to roar in full of lust, strip her clothes from her, throw her on the bed and have her hard and fast. It never happened.
Matilda, out of love, had repressed her sexual feelings. If that was all Henry wanted then she would live with it. Much better him than some of the men she knew through the wreckage of the women they left behind. Now, however, her whole body was pulsing with sexual desire. She was ashamed and frightened. What did it mean? Was she kinky in some way? She didn't know what to do. She only worked mornings and used the afternoons for housework and cooking. She always liked to make Henry a special meal on Fridays because he worked hard. A self-employed plumber, he was always out early to work and never advertised as he got so many referrals from satisfied customers. Now though, housework and cooking were the last things on her mind. She began to trawl the Internet.
An hour later and Matilda had discovered that the video clip was not an isolated one. Her whole body pulsed with powerful feelings at some of the clips she had viewed. She was shocked at her reaction to pornography. She assumed that it must be pornography, though it wasn't what she had thought of when she heard the word. She couldn't hold her feelings back any longer. Stripping off her trousers and knickers she lay down on her bed and relieved the powerful urges. She felt terribly guilty doing it, almost as if she were cheating on Henry, but she couldn't stop herself.
Why, she thought bitterly, should she feel guilty for watching pornography when men watched so much of it and clearly never felt guilty. Suddenly it dawned on her that Henry was a man. Did he watch pornography? She couldn't imagine it, but now the thought was there she had to check. He always left his laptop at home, just using his mobile to make appointments on his calendar. There was too much danger of damage or theft when he was working. She opened his laptop and soon was gawping at what she found. Henry had quite a collection: photos of women being spanked, video clips of spanking and even caning, though all fairly mild, and there were also links to story sites all of which turned out to be about spanking.
Matilda was angry for a while but then she thought about it. Henry was probably too ashamed to tell her what turned him on. She felt that must be so because she felt ashamed at how she felt. She sat lost in thought for a while and then the plan came into her mind. Really, it was so daring but so simple. Was she brave enough to put it into action? If it rescued her dull sex life then surely it was worth a risk or two. She checked the time and booked a table at Henry's favourite Indian restaurant but for a much later time than he normally liked to eat. Then she stripped off and showered, putting on some subtle make-up and some of the expensive perfume he'd bought her for her last birthday. The timing was perfect for just then she heard his van on the drive. Naked she went into a corner of the hall and stood facing it with her hands on her head.
The door opened and Henry came in. "What the bloody hell..." Henry slammed the door shut behind him and Matilda heard his voice again, "What the bloody hell are you doing, woman? Come here for pity's sake."
Matilda turned obediently and walked towards Henry, her eyes looking at the floor and her hands still on her head.
"Take your bloody hands off your head. What the hell are you doing?"
Matilda obeyed but still had her eyes cast down at the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Henry."
"Sorry? What are you sorry about?"
"I know it was wrong of me. I do know, but I was curious. I've been looking at your computer this afternoon. I know I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."
There was a long silence but Matilda kept staring at Henry's work boots and couldn't see his face. When he finally spoke, it was in a voice that sent thrills through Matilda. It was a strong voice; the voice of a man who picks his woman up, dumps her on the nearest bed and has his way with her.
"So, you've been bad. Now what do you think I should do about that?"
"I think you should spank my bottom hard."
After a long pause she heard, "I think you're right, but I'm all mucky from work. I'm going to take a shower and put on some clean clothes. In the meanwhile you can go back to that corner, put your hands on your head and wait for me."
Matilda felt a thrill run right through her. It inflamed every sense in her body and made her quiver with anticipation. She turned obediently and stood in the corner, her hands once again on her head. She heard Henry run upstairs and then a few minutes later the shower start. She became very aware of her own body; her breasts became sensitive and her bottom cold but tingly. She trembled all over... not from fear but sheer excitement. Henry wasn't long but he didn't come straight to her, instead he went into the small dining room. Matilda wondered what there was in there that he could want.
Finally she heard his voice, "Matilda, come over here to me."
There in the middle of the hall was a chair and Henry was sitting on it. She'd only spent an hour on the Internet and not too long on Henry's collection, but she knew immediately what was required and went to stand by his right side, her head down in a submissive, penitent pose. He took hold of her arm and guided her across his lap; her head hung down on one side and her feet dangled above the floor on the other. She wondered if he would spank her as the girl was spanked in that first video clip she had watched. She hoped she would be able to take it and not start crying or trying to stop it.
Henry began smoothing his hand across her bottom. It almost like he was stroking it. It felt surprisingly sexy and she wished they had always done things like this. He ran his fingers down between her legs and massaged her cheeks while talking very softly to her.
"You've been a very naughty girl haven't you? It isn't respectful to go nosing in my laptop but at least you were honest, so I am just going to use my hand."
Somehow that thrilled Matilda. She had seen all sorts of things in Henry's pictures, especially hairbrushes. To be spanked with one of those would be scary, but the threat of it... the hint that it might happen was very arousing for her. When it began there was no warning, just a hard powerful smack on her right cheek. It really stung and she squealed in surprise.
"Yes woman, it stings doesn't it. That's what naughty girls get, isn't it?"
"Yes Henry." She had only intended to reply like that, and then another thought popped into her head and she added, "But I deserve it."
Another hard smack landed, this time on her left cheek. "Ow!" she cried. She had no time to dwell on how much those two smacks stung for his hand smacked down again on her right cheek. He spanked her exactly as the girl in the video clip had been spanked. Hard steady smacks, first on the right and then on the left, making her whole body jerk around in time to his smacks while the heat and sting built up alarmingly. Her cries and squeals rang out in the hall as punctuation to the reverberating sounds of the smacks. Matilda kept shifting her legs and her arms as the spanking began to hurt, but nothing she did brought any relief. She had no idea being spanked would feel like this. She didn't plead and she didn't cry. She wanted Henry to do this, wanted to enter his world and although her bottom was burning furiously it had a strange attraction for her. To lay like this and let him spank her was... well, there was no other word to describe it but sexy.
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