Spanked by Hubby

“No. I was picturing different people spanking you, and it made me even hornier.”

“Would you like to hear a story with more details?”

“Not if that means I go to bed even hornier.”

“Let me think about it. We have to get ready for church soon.”

“Should I wear a padded bra? Maybe Ted will spank my tits at church. I’ll bet my twisted husband would like to see his wife stripped in front of the church and have her tiny titties punished hard. Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, it would. But I’d rather you were bent over and spanked in front of everyone.”

“Actually, I’m too sore for any bra. Hopefully, that doesn’t tempt anyone except my husband.”

Sherri searched in the back of her closet and pulled out a dress that she hadn’t worn since she turned 16. It looked like something one would expect on a junior high school girl from a religious family—feminine, innocent, and modest.

“My Mom made this for me when I first started developing, but she thought I was still too small to waste money on bras. I’ve been spanked in the dress more times than I can count. Maybe I’ll tell you about one on our drive home.”

I watched my wife transform into an early teen in front of my eyes. The apparent innocence was exciting. Throughout the evening service, I couldn’t take my mind off different scenes involving Sherri being spanked in this dress. I couldn’t wait to hear a story on the drive home.

Sherri didn’t disappoint me.

“One of the most memorable spankings in this dress was when I was 15. My brother was home from college and had a bunch of friends at the house after church. I had a crush on one of his friends and kept pestering them. Dan warned me a couple of times. This time, when he took me over his knee, he used a very different position. My head went behind him, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. He lifted my dress above my waist and then asked his friend, the one I had a crush on, to pull down my panties. He took them completely off. Dan used his leg to hook mine, spreading my thighs across his lap. I could feel a breeze on my pussy, so I knew that his friends could see. He used his hand so that spanking wasn’t that hard. But it seemed to last forever. It also worked. I was way too embarrassed to face his friends after they had just seen so much of me.”

“Maybe I should spank you just like that when we get home.”

“You could, but it was the audience that made it so memorable.”

“I could use the webcam.”

“But you would never show it to anyone, right?”

“I was thinking I might. Especially if you keep misbehaving.”

“I guess I better be on my best behavior.”

Sherri felt so tiny as I took her across my lap. When I pulled up her dress, I learned that she hadn’t worn any panties. I shifted position slightly to make sure the webcam had a better view. She still had marks from Ted’s spanking earlier. I’d never spanked anyone before. The sound my hand made when it connected with Sherri’s butt was satisfying. The warmth on my hand felt good. I knew I wanted to do this more. More swats tonight. Spankings for the rest of our marriage.

I have no idea how many swats I had given Sherri when my thoughts turned to another activity entirely. I moved my hand to Sherri’s pussy and found that she was sopping wet. We had only had sex a half-dozen times since we married just over two weeks ago. Every time before, she required significant foreplay before she was lubricated enough that my finger could penetrate her tight passage. This evening, two fingers slid in easily.

Sherri moaned and started rocking her hips into my hand. She stood up and pulled off my pants. I was surprised when she bent forward and put my dick in her mouth. On our honeymoon, she rebuffed my suggestion for oral sex, insisting that the whole idea of it was just gross. I’d enjoy her mouth another time. Right now, I wanted to be inside her pussy. I pulled her forward onto my lap. Sherri guided me inside her and began riding me hard. Her body tensed and quivered in a way I’d never felt before. The sensation was too much, and I emptied myself inside her.

“That was amazing”

We both said it at the same time. I forgot the webcam was recording.