Ten Stinging Stories: A Spanking Anthology

Chapter Two-3

The two of them made love slowly and sensuously and for a very long time.

“Carl, let’s do it doggy style,” Louisa said.

Carl pulled his hard d**k out and Louisa turned over onto her belly. Then Carl soon put his stiff d**k back inside her hot cunt. Louisa put her hands on her p***y and stimulated her c**t as Carl enthusiastically f****d her.

‘Oh, Carl!” Louisa shouted. “Oh, darling! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Louisa’s orgasm shuddered through her body. She felt beautiful afterward and Carl climaxed a little while after she did.

As they lay together, Louisa commented, “Maybe Madam Dirk needs to get a new crystal ball.”

There was a pause and then Carl said, “You might be right.”

Louisa kissed his shoulder.

***

The phone rang in Louisa’s apartment. She had been lying in bed clad only in a cotton camisole and underpants, just resting and listening to a news program on the radio, so she answered the extension that was right next to the bed. Before she picked the receiver up, she read the name across the caller ID: C. A. Cohen.

“Hi, Charles,” she said to her close friend, a gay man who worked in the meat department at the grocery store at which she still worked the cash register on weekends.

“Hi, Louisa,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she replied. “How are you, Charles?”

“I’m OK but I’ve got some bad news and, since we’re such good friends, I feel like I should tell you about it,” he answered in a notably somber tone.

“So what is it?” she asked.

“Oh, Louisa, it’s kind of hard to explain,” Charles said. “It’s something that’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Well you called up to tell me about it so spit it out,” Louisa said. “It doesn’t make much sense to call me with it and then keep me in suspense.”

“I think Carl’s got himself a girlfriend,” Charles told Louisa.

Louisa felt like someone had suddenly sprayed cold water over her. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt anger bubble up hotly inside her chest.

“What makes you think that?” Louisa asked.

“Well, I don’t know if it’s really a ‘girlfriend’ per se,” Charles continues. “But he’s with Petra, the woman who lives in the apartment next door to me, right now.”

For a moment Louisa could not speak. “Thanks for telling me,” she said after that moment passed. “I’m coming right over there.”

Energized by jealousy and anger, Louisa instantly jumped out of bed. She put on a pale blue blouse with short puffed sleeves, a high neck, and a large, ruffled collar. As she buttoned up the blouse, she hoped that Charles was wrong about Carl but believed that her friend had to be pretty certain of his facts or he would not have told her something so upsetting. Louisa slipped on a pair of blue jeans that were a dark blue shade and tight around the butt. The hems on the legs came to just above her ankles. She checked her make-up in a mirror and freshened up her lipstick, which was a “wet-look” bright pink. She hurriedly brushed her hair, slid on a pair of high-heeled sandals, and headed out the door.

The apartment complex in which Charles resided was called “The Crane’s Cove.” It was a multi-storied building that was a soft mauve on the outside with black and white trimming. Since it was located less than ten minutes away from Louisa’s house by car, she was soon there. She knocked on Charles’s door. He opened it up.

“Which one?” she hastily asked.

He pointed.

Louisa rapped as hard as she could on that door. She heard noises and then a silence.

She banged on the door again. “I know you’re in there, Carl Cannady!” she shouted. “You better open up the door this minute!”

There was a lot of rustling and a female voice sounding panicked said, “Carl, Carl, you can’t open that door up!”

“I think I have to,” he replied in a voice equally filled with panic.

The door opened and Carl stood before Louisa in black corduroy pants and a buttoned up shirt that was still open, exposing a hard chest with sharply defined pecs. It was free of chest hair as Carl had started removing the hair after Louisa asked him to. Carl’s feet were bare. He looked at Louisa with a face full of anguish. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed.

She pressed on the door to hold it open. “Get the rest of your clothes on and let’s get out of here,” Louisa told him.

Petra was a short Asian woman with her black hair worn long. She had smooth skin and was very pretty. In her haste, she had wrapped a bright pink housecoat around herself. Louisa glared at Petra and said, “I think I’ll take home what’s mine!”

Petra shrugged and looked down at her hands. Louisa noticed that Petra had very long nails and that the different nails were polished different colors.

Louisa waited impatiently while Carl got into his clothes. “We can each drive our own cars but you better come right home,” Louisa told her husband when he was decently attired.

At home, Louisa raged at her husband. “Carl, how could you?” she asked. “You promised you’d be faithful! How could you do this to me?”

Carl shrugged and grimaced. His upper teeth rolled over his lower lip. “Oh, Louisa, I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I just . . .”

“You just what?” she asked.

Again he grimaced and his eyebrows knotted. “I was just really attracted to Petra,” he said. “I don’t know why. She’s not nearly as pretty as you are. I just really felt for her.”

“So you got horny!” Louisa shouted. “So what? What the hell kind of excuse is that? Everyone gets horny. If you’re in a relationship – especially a marriage! – you take it on home!”

“I’m sorry, Louisa,” he said. “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I swear!”

“Huh!” Louisa exclaimed. “That means you just expected to make it with that other woman and get away with it! You’re just sorry you got caught, Carl Cannady!”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he said.

“Well then what do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that I love you and I never wanted you to get hurt,” he said. “I really love you. It’s just that I felt really attracted to Petra. I shouldn’t have made it with her but I did it anyway. I’m sorry I did it because I see how upset it’s got you.”

“Did you think I’d be overjoyed to know you’ve got a woman on the side?” she asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, of course not,” he said, looking and sounding both helpless and hopeless.

“How would you feel if I went with another man?” she asked.

“I’d be devastated,” he immediately answered. “I’d be furious.”

Louisa collapsed into the large chair in the living room. She burst into tears and put her face down in her hands.

Carl felt like his heart was being ripped in two. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he shouted. “I feel like the biggest dope in the world, the biggest jerk. I just wish I could take it back. You’re the only woman for me, the only woman I love or could ever love. Oh, darling, please don’t cry anymore! I beg you! Please, please know that I love you.” Carl tried to put his hand on his wife’s heaving shoulder and she slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me now, Carl,” she said. “Just don’t.”

She sobbed more and Carl went over to the divan. He sat down and slumped over, racked by guilt and sorrow. “Oh, Louisa, oh, honey, I am so sorry,” he said. “I am just so damn sorry and I don’t know what to do. I love you so much. I really do.”

“Then how the hell could you do this to me?” Louisa asked. “If you love a person, then you don’t want to hurt them!”

“I can’t really answer that,” he said.

“Well, maybe not,” she said. “But you can sure as hell pay for it!”

When Carl heard that, his hands started to tremble. He knew what she meant. His voice came out weakly as he asked, “You mean being punished, Louisa? By a spanking?”

“That’s exactly right,” she told him.

Carl let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Oh, this was so humiliating! How could he go through this again? But then he remembered how he had broken his marriage vows and provoked a stream of tears from Louisa. He had been weak. He had been selfish. He had been wrong. He deserved a spanking.

“Do you want me to take my belt off?” he asked in a raspy voice.

She nodded. “Yes, I sure do,” she said.

Carl bit his lower lip. Then he unbuckled his belt and took it off. He handed it to his wife.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Do you want the ruler too?” he then asked.

“No, I don’t,” she replied. “But I want the clothes brush. Go get the clothes brush.”

Carl trudged to the hallway closet and then brought the heavy wooden clothes brush to his outraged wife.

“Thank you,” she said. “It just so happens I’ve got a little surprise in store for you, Carl.”

Carl’s eyes widened in alarm. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Wait here for a minute,” she said. With that, Louisa disappeared into their bedroom. Carl heard the noise of the closet being opened and items shuffled around. “I figured you might screw up again, Carl,” she called out from the other room. “Of course, I didn’t know how you would screw up – that it would be by screwing! – but I wanted to prepare myself to give you a little heftier punishment than you got after the trip to Madam Dirk.”

Louisa came out of the bedroom. In her hands she held a large, rectangular, fraternity-style paddle of yellowish wood. Carl gasped when he saw it. She held it in front of him and he saw that the paddle had small round holes at regular intervals through the main part of it.

“Louisa, honey, you couldn’t spank me with that!” Carl exclaimed. “It would be torture!”

“Nonsense, Carl, it would be just what your unfaithful ass deserves,” she tartly retorted. “Now bare your bottom and let’s get started.”

Carl groaned but he did as he was told, pulling down pants and jockey shorts and then getting across the side of the chair.

As she had previously, Louisa started with the belt. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Carl did not let out a cry but he keenly felt the sting both of the physical pain and the humility of his position.

“Don’t you deserve to get spanked, Carl?” Louisa asked.

“Yes, honey, I guess I do,” he answered.

“You guess?” she prodded.

“I deserve to get spanked,” he firmly said.

“You sure do,” Louisa agreed and brought the belt down some more. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

The strokes of the belt caused Carl’s bare buttocks to sting and left pale pink stripes across the ass cheeks.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“I think it’s time for your butt to kiss wood,” Louisa remarked. She put the belt down and picked up the clothes brush.

Carl shivered.

“Kiss it,” Louisa ordered in a stern voice as she held the clothes brush in front of her errant husband’s face.

“Oh, honey, that’s too much!” he said. “I can’t do that. You’re embarrassing me enough already.”

“Kiss it!” Louisa shouted.

Carl’s mouth dropped open. This was the final insult.

But he pursed his lips up and kissed the wood.

“Good,” Louisa said. “You embarrassed me plenty in front of my friend Charles.” She brought the wood down on his naked ass cheeks with all the force her jealousy and anger and hurt pride could muster. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, honey! Oh, it hurts! Ow! Ouch!”

Louisa felt a sense of satisfaction at her cheating husband’s loud expression of distress. She brought the clothes brush down with a renewed sense of purpose and enthusiasm. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! It hurts! Ow! Oh! Ow! Ouch!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, honey! Ow! Ow! Oh!” His butt burned terribly. How could Louisa do this to him? But then he remembered how he had betrayed her. Of course she could hurt him back. She had the right to hurt him back.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Ow! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! Ouch! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! Ouch!”

“And just how do you think it feels to know you were making love with another woman, huh, Carl?” Louisa asked.

“I know it hurt you, honey,” he answered. “I know that. It was a terrible thing to do. I’d do anything to undo it. I really would.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” she said and resumed the spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Oh! It hurts! It hurts!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Oh! Ouch! It hurts! Ouch! Ouch!”

“I don’t think it hurts enough, Carl,” Louisa commented. “I don’t think it hurts nearly enough!” With that, she put down the clothes brush and picked up the multi-holed paddle. “Here kiss this,” she told Carl.

He knew better than to argue. He kissed the implement of his punishment. As he did so, he once again felt a wave of painful heat travel over his neck and face.