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Jen knew she’d screwed up.
She looked at the $100 late fee receipt on the DMV registration notice and cussed under her breath. She knew better and knew Mark would be furious once he came home. Money had been tight, and this was a big deal. Mark had been reminding her for weeks to take care of the registration renewal, but she’d continued to put it off and now there was a $100 fee because of her carelessness.
She also knew that the late fee wouldn’t be the only punishment.
When Mark and Jen had married 8 years ago things had started off great. However, like many relationships things had started slipping and they’d started drifting further and further apart. Finally one night things culminated into one giant fight. Mark had complained that Jen didn’t respect him. Jen had shot back that it was he that didn’t respect her or take her needs seriously.
That’s when they came up with the plan that would ultimately save their marriage.
The day after their latest fight Mark came to Jen with his plan to save their marriage. He told her from now on he’d be taking more control over the relationship and suggested that when Jen would disrespect him, forget something, or just needed an overall “correction in attitude” that he would punish her with a spanking.
Jen had been taken aback and shocked by the suggestion.
“Absolutely not!”, she’d said. Who did he think he was?! She was an independent grown woman and he wanted to punish her with a spanking like she was a child? She immediately dismissed the suggestion and he’d stormed out of the house and stayed at a hotel for the next week. The one time they talked on the phone during that week he floated the idea of a divorce if she wouldn’t accept his proposal.
The idea of a divorce crushed Jen. As mad as she was, as a result of this latest fight and despite having grown apart she truly did love Mark. But how could she accept this plan? It was an absurd notion. This was the 21st century after all. She wasn’t his slave. They were supposed to be equals. “Equals” she thought. Her mind started turning. Maybe this could work after all she thought. She reached out to Mark and asked him to come back to the house.
When he’d come back to the house she sat him down on the couch, took his hands in her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. “I’m willing to try your idea” she started. “On one condition…. It goes both ways.” Mark looked back at her slightly puzzled.
“You can punish me if you think I’ve done something to deserve it.” She continued, “However,” she paused and looked intently into his eyes, “I get to punish YOU when I think YOU’VE done something to deserve it.” She took another long pause. “It’s the only way I’ll agree.”
Mark sat back and looked at this wife. He hadn’t considered this. On first thought the idea seemed ludicrous. He was the husband, the head of the household. How could he ever consider allowing his wife to punish him? However, if this is what it would take for her to try the idea he’d go along with it. Besides, he wasn’t the one who would end up needing the corrections, she would. In the end, the whole “both ways” thing would be a moot point.
Mark agreed and after some discussion came up with what would be the key rule in the arrangement:
They each would explicitly trust each other and agree to submit when the other said that a punishment was in line. There would be no vetos and no arguing. If one of them said that the other deserved a punishment the punisher would determine how long the spankings would continue with no argument or appeal from the other. The beauty in this arrangement they figured was that there was a built in incentive to be fair. If one of them was unreasonable or unfair, it was only likely the other one would return the favor when it was their turn to be punished. Not that either of them were thinking that they themselves would actually find themselves on the receiving end.
That was 2 months ago. After they had formally agreed to their new deal things had actually improved between them considerably. Each had made a conscious effort to be extra attentive and respectful around the other, lest they be called out. While they didn’t talk about it, each secretly wondered when the first punishment would end up occurring.
Jen now sat frightened as she thought about her incredibly stupid mistake. How could she have continued to put off getting the stupid registration on her car taken care of? For weeks Mark had been reminding her and for weeks she’d intended to do it, but never actually gotten around to it. Now it cost them $100.
She thought of their agreement. Mark wouldn’t spank her for this would he? She hadn’t intended to be late. Maybe he wouldn’t think it was that big of a deal. Her stomach churned the rest of the day thinking about what would happen when she would have to tell Mark. The idea that she’d done something so stupid that would give him the opportunity to punish her made her squirm.
Occasionally he’d spanked her during sex, but that was different. That was more of a gentle slap and for fun. This would likely be different. Would it hurt? Probably. How long would it go? Would she cry? No. She committed to herself that no matter what she wouldn’t allow herself to shed tears. She wouldn’t show that kind of weakness.
No, everything would be OK. He probably wouldn’t even be that mad she reasoned. She ultimately decided she would send a text and sneak the revelation about the late fee in. “Hey babe! I bought steaks for dinner tonight! Also I got the registration on the 4Runner taken care. There was a small fee because it was late, but no big deal. Let me know when you’re planning on being home and I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get here.”
Any thought that the steaks might gain favor with Mark vanished when a few moments later her phone beeped with Mark’s reply “We’ll deal with the late fee after dinner.” Jen felt her stomach drop and her worries rushed back into her mind dreading what was to come.
After a few moments she composed herself. A deal was a deal. She’d fucked up. She wouldn’t back out. She had agreed to this and had to face the music. She trusted Mark. Whatever happened wouldn’t be fun, but she would accept it and knew Mark wouldn’t hurt her… too badly.
The rest of the day seemed to take forever as she waited for Mark to come home. When she heard the garage door open the pit in her stomach returned. Mark opened the door and she bit her lip and she tried to force a smile. Mark walked in, shut the door and looked it her for a brief moment before speaking, “I changed my mind” he said. “We’ll deal with this before dinner. How much was the late fee?”
Jen took a deep breath and summoned her strength. “A hundred dollars” she replied. Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at for a few moments before speaking. “Go upstairs to the bedroom. I’ll be up in a few minutes. When you get there strip naked and stand in front the bed and wait for me” he instructed her.
Jen paused slightly and looked at him before turning to go. “Why did she have to be completely naked for this” she thought to herself? That hadn’t been part of the deal, but she would accept it. She knew she only had herself to blame and she would accept whatever happened next.
When she got into the bedroom she kicked off her shoes and socks. Then she proceeded to take off her sweatshirt. This felt so weird. She was actually going to get spanked. She’d never even been spanked as a child, her parents didn’t believe in that sorta thing when she was growing up, but now as a 32 year old woman it was about to happen. She continued stripping, taking off her jeans and then her bra. As her thumbs went around the elastic band of her cotton panties she suddenly felt self-conscious. Why all of the sudden did it feel weird knowing she would be naked in front of Mark? He’d seen her naked hundreds, probably thousands of times, but for some reason this just felt different. Standing there naked in the bedroom she waited for what seemed like an hour, but what in reality was probably 5 minutes before Mark walked into the room.
Jen was acutely aware of her nudity as he silently approached her. His eyes carefully scanned his wife’s beautiful body. After a minute he pulled up a chair and sat down before telling Jen to kneel in front of him. She paused only ever so slightly before obeying.
Mark looked into his wife’s eyes and said in a stern voice, “Jen, you’re going to be spanked for neglecting the vehicle registration. I must have reminded you at least 5 times in the last few weeks to take care of it. Every time I mentioned it, it didn’t seem like you were really listening. And now it’s cost us $100.” Jen kneeled before Mark and looked back at him but said nothing. There was no denying it. Mark was right. She’d heard the words, but had been preoccupied each time he’d mentioned the registration. She’d either been playing a game on her phone, texting one of her friends, or thinking about something else when he’d brought it up. She suddenly felt guilty as she realized his words were diagnosing an issue that, up to this point, she’d been unaware of.
Mark continued, “I’m going to be honest, this is going to hurt baby. I’m not doing this because I want to hurt you. I’m doing this because I want to help our relationship. We’re partners and I expect better from you. You’ve let me down and I’m going to let you know it.”
Tears welled up in Jen’s eyes as Mark’s words cut into her. “I’m sorry Mark. You’re right. I deserve this.” She paused and looked at him before continuing. “I trust you.”
Mark smiled briefly at his wife before standing up. “Stand up Jen. Turn around and put your hands on the edge of the bed.” Jen did as she was told. Her knees started to shake slightly in anticipation for what was about to happen. “Spread your legs apart and bend over,” Mark instructed. Jen dutifully complied and closed her eyes and waited. Mark gazed down at his wife’s beautiful ass. It was one of her best features. Small goosebumps were forming on her smooth skin. After a few moments as she was starting to wonder why nothing had happened, suddenly Mark’s hand landed with surprising intensity squarely on her left ass cheek.
Jen gasped. HOLY FUCK that was hard she thought. Before she had time to recover however Mark landed another blow “SMACK!” Jen bit her lip and tried hard not to cry out.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more blows. Tears streamed down Jen’s face, but she was committed to keeping quiet.
Suddenly Mark was picking up the pace. The blows weren’t quite as intense, but they were much quicker all landing on the exact same spot. Jen’s legs were now wobbling as she started to strain standing on her toes. 30 seconds passed and Mark had not let up, in fact the pace and intensity of the smacks were increasing. Jen was gasping for air as her ass felt like it was on fire. The pain was unbelievable and she wondered how much more she could take.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
As Mark continued her whole body began to shake. She could feel her breasts bobbling back and forth with each blow. Jen’s face fell towards the bed as her hands reached back to protect her bottom. Mark instantly grabbed her wrists with his left hand and continued to furiously spank her with his right hand.
Finally, after another 2 minutes, Mark’s assault on her ass stopped. Jen felt dizzy. She’d been hyperventilating, but somehow had, through a sheer force of will power, kept herself from screaming. While she couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks, she hadn’t broken down crying. She’d made it. It was finally over.
“Jen. Go get the hair brush out of the bathroom.”
Jen’s heart sank. What?! He wasn’t done?? This hadn’t been enough? How much more could she take? For a moment she thought about refusing, but then she thought back about how Mark’s lecture had cut deep. She remembered the deal. No arguing. No refusing. She would expect the same from him when the roles were reversed. She stumbled into the bathroom furiously rubbing her butt cheeks to try to relieve the pain.
As she pulled open the middle drawer she located her purple hairbrush. Fuck. If Mark’s hand had hurt this bad, the brush could only be worse. She held the brush in her hand and looked up in the mirror and stared at her naked figure before going back out to the bathroom. She was a mess. Her face was red and wet from the tears. She turned around and in the mirror looked over her shoulder examining her ass which was now a deep red hue. She whimpered softly to herself and used her hand to fan her ass for a moment before walking back out to the bedroom and reluctantly handed Mark the purple brush.
“Lay on your back on the bed” Mark said looking straight at her. Jen was confused but did as she was told. As she stared up at the ceiling fan, suddenly she felt Mark swiftly pick up her legs and raise them up towards the ceiling exposing her ass once again to him. Jen suddenly felt exposed as she realized Mark had a view not only of her ass, but to her vagina. However, before she could fully process this new position, she heard the whoosh of the hairbrush coming through the air and impacting her already battered buttocks. The noise from the blow was so much louder than that of Mark’s hand.
Jen bit down hard on her lower lip and gasped in air hard through her nose. By the 4th blow Jen felt herself starting to break. As the 5th blow landed on Jen’s ass Jen couldn’t hold it anymore. She exploded into sobs. Mark continued for another 30 seconds with the hairbrush as Jen’s ever increasing cries filled the bedroom. Finally, Mark put the hairbrush down on the bed and sat down next to his wife as her sobs continued and she curled herself into the fetal position.
Mark’s hands, which moments ago had been the cause of so much physical pain to Jen, were now gently wiping away her tears. He patiently stroked her hair and leaned in next to her face. “I love you honey. Soooo much.” Jen momentarily stopped crying and looked into Mark’s eyes.
Suddenly the crushing pain that had consumed Jen’s body was being replaced, by a rush a feeling of overwhelming love and emotion. Mark squeezed Jen’s naked body close to this and gently rubbed her bruised butt cheeks. Jen buried her face in Mark’s chest and breathed deep. She was broken, but he was now helping to heal her. She felt his warm hands sooth her body.
As she snuggled closer, Mark continued whispering words of affection. She was shocked by the feelings that were overcoming her. She couldn’t believe how close she felt to Mark in this moment and how cared for. Never did she expect that such a painful punishment could make her feel so loved. In this moment both of them felt closer to each other than since the start of their marriage. Somehow feelings of gratitude were washing over Jen. For this experience, for the pain, the vulnerability, and for the accountability. Jen wrapped her arms around Mark.
“Thank you honey. Not only did I deserve that, I needed it.”
“I know baby. I’m glad. I love you.”
Jen breathed deep. As wonderful as this moment was she wondered if Mark would feel the same when it was his turn.
They would soon find out.