Chapter 2

The next day I headed over to our house to meet with Lisa. I had been staying in a hotel room since I found my wife cheating on me with one of my fellow firefighters. Because our town wasn’t all the big, I used an assumed name so she wouldn’t be able to call around and find out where I was staying at. I needed some time away from her to think and figure out what to do.

Today we had set up this meeting to talk over what happened, figure out what to do about it, and see if there was still enough of our marriage left to salvage it. This wasn’t the first time I had caught her cheating on me, but it was damn sure going to be the last!

I didn’t know what to expect when I pulled up to the house. I was just planning on going in, talking with her and making a decision based on how the conversation went.

I walked up the sidewalk to the front door. It felt a little strange knocking on my own front door, but I was a visitor today.

“Hi Lisa,” I said as the door opened. I saw her eyes light up and a big smile crossed her face.

“Hi Dave, come on in. Thank you for coming over, do you want something to drink or anything?”

“No thanks. Let’s sit at the table and get on with this,” I said, matter of factly.

I think my cold, businesslike attitude surprised her. She was expecting me to be glad to see her and all warm and loving. I was not.

She sat down at the table and I sat across from her. “Dave I’m sorry I...”

“Quiet! I will do the talking – you do the listening. You are the one who wanted me to come over here and talk things out so your job is to listen. I don’t want to hear your excuses or explanations. You cheated on me and that’s all that matters. Not once, but twice. I have been nothing but faithful and worked my ass off to provide you the best life I can give you. Yeah, I have to be away from home a lot of the time to do that. That’s the price for being a firefighter. But you knew what I was when you married me. You married a firefighter and you knew what you were getting into. Hell, we dated for over a year and then was engaged for another six months!

“The funny thing about it is you didn’t cheat on me with a construction worker or a lawyer or something like that. I could almost understand it if you had. No, you cheated on me with another firefighter, for fucks sake! Did you think his work schedule would be any better than mine?

“Your cheating caused us to have to move from Tucson up here to Alaska. I liked my department down there. I was close to my family – and yours too by the way. And I had some senority there. Now I work in a department where I am the new guy, and although I have made friends here, I miss the guys I used to work with. And to top it all, you are still fucking cheating!

“Dave I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Sorry doesn’t work this time, Lisa. Sorry was for the first time. I accepted that because everyone makes a mistake. But cheating a second time wasn’t a mistake. You can’t say that you never saw it coming or you never meant for it to get this far because you have already been down this road and you should have known it was coming. I don’t need to get burned twice to know something is hot!

“Now here the way this is going to work. I am going to come home – it’s stupid to be paying for a hotel room and a mortgage at the same time. I’m a firefighter, not a millionaire. But things are going to change radically around here when I do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you are going to play the dutiful, loving, FAITHFUL wife. Consider yourself on ‘probation’ young lady until you can prove to me that you have learned your lesson and I don’t have to worry about where you are or who you are with. You are going to have to earn my trust again – you have broken it twice now.

“And Lisa, I will tell you this right now – if I catch you cheating on me again I will have divorce papers drawn up before you can bat an eye! You have used up your two strikes – the third one and you’re out, understand me?”

“Yes, Dave, I understand.”

“Good. Then I will go back to the hotel and pack my things and be back as soon as I check out. I have already paid for the rest of the week, but whatever.”

“I will make it up to you, Dave. I promise I will make it all up to you.”

I left the house and went back to the hotel to pack my things. I went down to the front desk and explained my situation, that I was checking out early. I didn’t get that night’s hotel cost back because it was after 3:00 pm, but they were kind enough to refund the rest of the week – the two days left.

Once I had checked out and loaded my suitcases in the car, I headed back to the house. While I was packing my bags checking out and driving home, I thought about the next step in my return to the house. I had already lectured her and told her what was going to be expected of her (and what would happen if she messed up again) but we weren’t finished with this process just yet. Lisa had screwed up – not accidentally like the first time, but deliberately ... knowing full well what she was doing. So she needed to be punished. I had given her a “by” the first time thinking she was caught off guard and it was just poor decision-making. But not a second time.

I pulled into the driveway and got my suitcases out of the car. It had been a couple hours since I left to go to the hotel and when I opened the door to come in I was stunned by what I saw!

Lisa had been spending the time while I was gone getting ready for a proper return for me. And she had done a spectacular job. She was wearing a skimpy pink flyaway babydoll negligee, sheer except for the lace cups and held together in the front by a simple pink ribbon tie. She wore a matching pink panty and pink maribou heels. Her makeup was perfection, the dark smoky “slut makeup” she knew I loved seeing ... it made her look like a porn star.

Had the circumstances been different, I would have jumped her and fucked her till neither of us could walk. But there were more important matters than temporary gratification and I had to remain focused and remember what needed to be done.

“Hi, baby, I’m so glad you are home again!” she said, rushing up to me and throwing her arms around my neck.

I responded by putting my hands on her waist. “It’s good to be home. You look nice.” I said.

“Thank you, I wanted to look pretty for you.” she said smiling broadly.

“Well you do. You look very pretty.” I said.

I couldn’t let her sexy attire and stunning good looks sway me from what needed to be done. I did appreciate her dressing up for me and the effort she had gone to. But I had to be strong ... for her own good.

“Now you sit down and dinner will be ready in a little while. Do you want a beer or something while you wait for dinner?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m just going to go unpack and put my things away.”

“Oh no you don’t, mister! That’s my job! You just sit down and watch TV. I’ll handle unpacking after dinner,” she said.

“What are you making for dinner?” I asked her.

“Well, I have a couple pizzas. I wasn’t expecting you home tonight so I was going to make pizza. That’s okay isn’t it? I could make something else if you like.”

“No, pizza is fine. But after dinner and after you unpack my suitcases, we have something else to take care of.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Your punishment,” I said flatly.

“P-Punishment? What punishment?”

“Yes punishment. Lisa, you screwed up. And it wasn’t an accident, it was a deliberate act. You knew what you were doing. That calls for a punishment. You would punish a child for knowingly breaking a rule wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, but...”

“No buts, Lisa. You need to know that there are repercussions and consequences to your actions. So after dinner and after you have unpacked my suitcases I am going to spank your ass so you will know that your behavior is unacceptable.”

“You are going ... to spank me?” she said. Her voice was a strange mixture of apprehension and excitement.

“That’s right.” And that’s all I would say on the matter for now. I wanted to let her imagination work on her for awhile. I wanted to wonder what kind of a spanking it would be. How bad would it be. Was I really serious about this? I could tell her mind was working because she was quiet while making dinner and as we ate. Then she got up and went to unpack my suitcases without saying a word, while I waited for her in my recliner in the living room.

When she came back in she stood in front of my chair with her hands behind her back. “Dave I’ve unpacked your suitcases and put your things away nice and neat.” she said softly and very humbly. She knew what was coming next.

“So are you ready for your spanking then?”

“I-I guess so...”

“Okay then,” I said as I got up from my chair. I took her by the upper arm and walked her into the dining room and placed her at one end of the table. Stay right here–I will be back in a minute,” I told her.

I went to the garage and got some rope and stopped by the bathroom on the way back to the kitchen. Lisa had this one wide flat-backed hairbrush that I figured would make a good paddle. It was fairly heavy and looked like it could take some abuse ... just the thing for an errant ass!

When I returned, Lisa was in the same position as I left her in. Even though she knew she was about to get a spanking, she didn’t dare move from where I had placed her.

I set the rope and the hairbrush on the table in front of her. Lisa saw them and immediately put two and two together.