This story occurs a couple of years after Kay and I married. It involves an unusual (for that time) request and the action that came after.
It was a cold December day in New England — the polar vortex kind of cold that caused your breath to evaporate even before it could form a cloud after exiting your mouth. It was, consequently, a great day for staying inside. I was on the couch in our living room in front of the fireplace, reading a book. Kay was upstairs showering, and the baby was taking one of its frequent naps.
I was deep into the story of how a bunch of Texans had disregarded orders and gotten themselves killed at the Alamo when I heard Kay’s voice. I had been so deep into the book I hadn’t heard the shower stop or heard her come down the stairs. The sight that greeted me when I looked up caused my breath to catch in my throat.
Kay stood in front of me, a silk robe tied loosely around her body. I could see her breasts protruding from the front of the robe, only partially hidden from view. And, I could see she was wearing one of my favorite pairs of panties. They were bikinis, white cotton with a red band…AND the Boston Red Sox “B” just above her pussy. I was completely taken aback. Sexy time of any kind since the birth of our daughter had been nearly nonexistent. A newborn with a penchant for waking at all the wrong hours of the night had drained us both, Kay especially — so much so that Kay, who usually spoiled me rotten in several ways for my birthday, hadn’t even mentioned my birthday when it had occurred 3 days ago.
Then my eyes wandered upward to Kay’s face, her green eyes framed by her lustrous, chestnut-brown hair. I didn’t see, though, the look I expected. There was no arousal, there was no seduction. In fact, it was just the opposite. Kay’s face had a sad, downcast look. Certainly, she looked far from a woman who was about to jump me!
“Kay,” I asked, “what is it?”
She looked down at the floor. “Mike, I…I feel so bad. I was just up in the shower, and I realized I completely forgot your birthday.”
“Kay,” I responded, “it’s OK! With the baby, we’re both exhausted, you especially. We’ll celebrate bigger next year.”
“No,” she responded. “It’s NOT OK. We promised each other we would not let having children change our commitment to each other –and here I’ve already messed that up.” I could tell the hormones flooding her body had her revved up, so I let her go.
“Mike, I…I think you should…” she stammered. And then it tumbled out. “I think you should take me downstairs and spank me — hard.”
The words washed over me, and it took me a few moments to digest what I had just heard. The silence must have seemed like forever to Kay.
“Let me..get this straight,” I responded. “You feel guilty…about missing my birthday…and you think if I spank you…a real punishment…it will make you feel better. And maybe make me feel better, too. And, you want to do this in the basement…so the sounds of you being spanked don’t wake the baby…”
She nodded her head up and down, with tears already in her eyes. I sat for a moment, thought, then spoke.
“OK. Get downstairs, open the sleeper couch, and take off that robe. I’ll be down in a moment.”
I gave Kay about a 3-minute head start, then walked slowly down the basement stairs. I found her sitting on the mattress of the sleeper couch, legs folded under her, wearing nothing but those panties. God, I thought. How am I going to do this without ravishing her? Kay and I had often used spanking as foreplay, but had never ventured into using it for…punishment. But, it was clear this was something she needed, so I would have to do my best.
I sat down next to her on the sofa bed mattress. “Kay, in just a moment, I’m going to pull you across my lap, bare your bottom, and spank you good and hard until your bottom is red and you are crying — tears of pain AND remorse. Do you understand?”
She looked at me again and nodded affirmatively.
“Very well. Let’s begin.” I grabbed Kay by the arm forcefully and pulled her across my lap. Her taut bottom, clad in those panties, stared me in the face. I grabbed them by the waistband, and pulled them hard to her knees. I began to spank her — slowly, deliberately, and quite hard. I alternated cheeks, and covered just about her entire bottom from its middle downward — middle, bottom, right, left, inside, outside. As I continued, I began to lecture, thinking it would help add to the punishment. “Kay, it is UNACCEPTABLE that you forgot my birthday. It was selfish of you, and now you’re going to be punished long and hard until you have learned to be a better wife. Do you understand?” With a hitch in her voice, she choked out, “Yes.” I smacked her bottom especially hard. “Yes, what?” I asked. “Yes, sir!” she responded, and began to sniffle.
As the spanking progressed, her bottom grew progressively pink, and flushed all over. She began to sniffle, and wriggle on my lap. I could tell I was beginning to have an impact, and kicked it up a notch. I brought my hand down harder and harder, and soon the sniffles turned to occasional cries, which drove me on. Harder and faster I spanked her bared bottom, and she began to cry out louder and louder until the individual cries turned into full-on crying, and then wailing. “I’m soooorrrrrrryy, Michael. I’m sooorrrryyy,” she cried. Then she just completely dissolved into tears. I spanked her hard several more times, and then her body went nearly limp as she shook with tears. It was time to stop. I stopped spanking her, and rested my hand on her lower back as she shook with tears.
After several minutes, the crying slowed, then was reduced again to sniffles, and then to heavy breathing. Kay got off my lap, sat up, and then leaned against my left side and wrapped her arm around my right side — careful to lean on her side and keep her bottom off the mattress.
“Thank you, Mike,” she said softly. I stroked her hair as she leaned her head against my chest, saying nothing. To be honest, I WAS a bit aroused by the whole experience, but was trying to keep my cool — to give Kay the experience she clearly needed without pressing her for sex. But it was REALLY difficult. Then, with her right hand, she began idly stroking my chest, then my arm, then my hand. She giggled a little. “That hand,” she said. “It really knows what to do.” “Well,” I responded, “you clearly needed that, and I wanted to give you what you needed.” She took hold of my arm and hand, and began to kiss her way from the crook of my arm, and then kissed my hand, finally placing one of my fingers in her mouth and sucking, then pulling it out. “And what about now,” she said, looking into my eyes, and holy shit, now that seductive look was there with a fire I had not seen in many months. “Do your hands know what to do now, Mike?”
I almost stuttered my answer, and then grabbed Kay by the face and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. She groaned and fought back with her tongue. I roughly grabbed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple and she cried out, then put her mouth next to my ear. “I want you, Mike. I want you to fuck me from behind. I want you to fuck me AS HARD AS YOU CAN.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I tore my clothes off in nothing flat, and spun her around so her ass was in my face again. It was SO red. I was hard like rock, and I could see she was clearly aroused. I pushed my cock inside her, slowly, and steadily, until I was buried in her. I began to move in and out, slowly, but hard, penetrating her again and again. She was unbelievably wet. I slid in and out of her with ease. She moaned several times, and then said, “I said AS HARD AS YOU CAN! FUCK ME!”
I began to pound away at her, first slowly, and then with increasing speed. I could see her breasts swinging freely as I slammed into her. I could see her ass, which must have stung something fierce, red and fiery in front of me. I could smell her arousal, and I could hear her cries. I reached forward and grabbed a breast, tweaked it again, and she let out a guttural moan. I was so sensitive I could feel everything with my cock. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grabbed her hips, and slammed into her, harder, harder, harder, listening to her scream every time I pushed into her. I felt her pussy gripping me harder, and harder, pulling me deeper into her, and I began to lose all control. I slammed into her again, coming hard over and over as her body twitched and pulled and milked me. After several thrusts, I collapsed against her. We both panted, our sweat-covered bodies sliding against each other. I was too tired to speak, and it was all I could do to lift myself off of her and lie down next to her. She fell to the mattress, then leaned up on one shoulder. We both stared at each other silently as our breathing slowed from the gulps we’d been taking. After a few minutes, she brushed the hair out of her face, smiled, and said to me, “That was so fucking hot, babe. I guess I’ll have to be a bad girl more often.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5r8fsc/mf_kay_and_michael_an_unexpected_birthday_request