“You are not spanking me with that!”
Kitty made the declaration with such conviction that an impartial observer might almost have believed she had some choice in the matter.
That wasn’t the arrangement though. The arrangement was that Roger was the giver of spankings and she the receiver. It didn’t work at all if she did not receive them, or if he did not give them. That was why she was bent over the arm of the couch, her panties around her ankles, her skirt turned neatly up above her waist. It was all part of Roger’s ritual.
There had, however, been a departure from the norm. He had chosen something unusual to spank her with, something he said was appropriate for the punishment. He swished it back and forth, noting the pleasing sound it made as it cut the air.
“Roger, be seriouuwwwWW!”
What began life as a cat toy had turned into a disciplinary implement, the long plastic rod perfectly suited to the spanking of a recalcitrant bottom. The fuzzy pink lure swishing about at the end of the elastic was what Roger called an aesthetic bonus.
As a result of that first swat, Kitty’s bottom bore one pink welt right across the centre of both cheeks. She squirmed around to frown at her husband.
“Good,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine pleasure. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
“I have not!”
“You have,” he said. “You’ve not cleaned the litter box once this week.”
“I didn’t know you were using it… OWCH!” Kitty let out a squeal as he re-oriented the tool and swatted it not across her bottom, but between her cheeks. The swishy plastic landed in the crevice of her rear rounds, catching both of them in its blazing path. The result was a distinct discomfort which would have been bad enough on its own. But Roger had another idea.
“Spread your cheeks.”
“Roger…” she whimpered.
His voice lowered to a serious baritone. “Spread them, Katherine.”
She reached back and held her cheeks apart, squirming in place from the embarrassment of it all. With her cheeks parted he could see the pretty pouch of her shaved pussy and the winking bud of her anus. He stood and observed for a time, running the round plastic tip of the rod up and down her crevice and slit, teasing her with the promise of discipline to come.
“I’ve told you before,” he said calmly. “You must not be lazy, Katherine.”
He only used her full name when she was in real trouble. Most of the time she was his Kitty, his pretty Kitty, his sweet girl. But not now. Now she was Katherine. Katherine with a bared bottom and spread cheeks. Katherine who was about to feel the…
… cut of the rod against the very sensitive skin of her inner cheeks, and yes, against the shy bud of her bottom too.
He brought the rod down six times in total, each stroke landing vertically along her chastened crevice, each swat making her bottom squirm and her anal bud fizz with something that was almost pleasure.
“Do we understand one another, Kitty?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a little sniff. “We do.”
She heard the sound of a zipper, and then the press of something much larger than a plastic rod against her bottom hole. A cool dollop of gel dripped down her crack as Roger prepared her for the next stage of her punishment.
“Naughty kitty,” he purred in her ear, pressing himself inside her as she whimpered and wiggled about, completely captured by his hips. “Such a naughty little kitty.”
As her blazing bottom hole spread around him, Kitty gasped and clawed at the couch. There was no escape though, Roger intended to punish her bottom inside and out. She was a naughty kitty, a caught kitty and, as he began the slow thrust deep inside her, a very well fucked kitty too.