My Spanking plus Cornertime

So, more or less on schedule, as I posted last time in I'm 'Gonna Get a Spanking!, I did indeed get my spanking.

David kept me in suspense. He often is home by 5pm and then works evenings from home, but he got home more like 5:45pm. I heard him opening the door and I was there to say a bit of a meek "hi".

He was straight up all business.

"You're not undressed yet? Get undressed and meet me in the living room."

Oh gosh.

"yes sir"

I scooted up to our bedroom and stripped off. I know "undressed" means "undressed", so I stripped to nude and then came down to him. First thing I noticed was the curtains were all wide open! He had already placed an armless straight-backed chair in the living room in front of the mantle. He had removed his sports coat, and was waiting for me seated on the chair. He had rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt.

He pointed to the floor in front of him and so I stood there, completely bare. I covered my pussy with one hand and my breasts with my other arm and hand. It's awkward standing there naked when he's dressed, and it's the living room, and it's bright, and the curtains are wide open, and I'm about to get a spanking. I sort of fixated on his bare hand and arm, a little flexed, the veins standing out. It looked like it would be a hand spanking. A very hard and very long hand spanking, I imagined (I was not wrong).

"Hands at your sides," he instructed me calmly.

"David... the... the curtains..." I said. As I said, the curtains were wide open. I could see the sidewalk from where I stood, out of three different windows (corner house)!

"Hands at your sides," he repeated, more sharply.

I dropped my hands and felt myself blushing up a storm (you know, when your face literally gets hot?). I glanced furtively at the windows. There was nobody walking past, but it was dog walking time for many neighbours!

"Why are you getting this spanking?"

"Because I'm stupid and I forgot about the A/C guy coming?"

"No. It's because you're smart and somehow managed to forget the A/C guy anyways, which means you're careless, not stupid.

"yes sir. I was careless, sir."

He just sat there, looking at me.

Just then I see an elderly couple out of the corner of my eye, walking their little dog. They walked past without looking in my direction at all. I swear David somehow knew they were there, because he just kept me there, silently, watching me squirm. I felt myself dampening.

"Get over my knee," he said, finally.

I quickly scooted over to him and draped myself over his lap. The seat was out of the line of sight of two of the windows, and too low to be seen from the sidewalk out of the third.

"Bad girl," he said as he began spanking me.

The strokes were hard from the start. This was no warm-up.  Spanks hurt a lot more on an un-warmed-up bottom!

He did his patented left cheek, right cheek, low middle both cheeks, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat. He cups his hand exactly to conform to my ass, and the spanks sound like gunshots. He parts my cheeks and contours his hand to my inner bum crack, five on one side, five on the other. He pulls my ass cheek up tight on one side and spanks that low sitty area several times and then switches sides. Then back to the original. Throw in a few thigh spanks and inner-thigh spanks as my legs involuntarily spread. Some of the inner thigh strokes distressingly close to miss puss puss.

The whole thing is ridiculously painful! I'm am squawking and crying and begging practically the whole way through. I reflexively throw a hand back there to protect myself, but he catches it and pins it to my side without missing a beat. 

I am completely helpless across his lap as my spanking goes on and on and on.

"Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please!"

"Are you learning your lesson?"

"Yes Sir! Yes Sir!"

He pauses with his hand on my blazing hot ass.

"How are you going to do better?"

"I'll keep a calendar and check it every morning and every night!" I wail.

"Good," he says. Sounding satisfied. "I've rescheduled for Thursday morning. Are you in?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You're not going to forget this time?"

"No Sir!"

"You'll enter it into your calendar?"

"Yes Sir!"

"It's the same guys. There's two of them. I want you to fess up to your mistake and apologize to them. Will you do that?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Okay, then," he says, rubbing my ass. I thought it was over. "I'm just going to make sure you're not going to forget." And then he lays into me again, every bit as thoroughly as before. I am screaming at this point, and apologizing, and tearful.

Round two was shorter, but more intense. Harder. Faster.

He stands me up and points to the corner.

"Cornertime, young lady. 30 minutes."

Ohhhhhh groooooaaaaan...

I make my way to the corner and push my nose into it. My arms are to stay clasped behind my back. My nose literally touching both walls. There is a window within a foot of the wall. But the drawn curtains exclude a bit of the window and I burrow myself as deeply as I can. I was not 100% sure if my bare bum could be seen or not from the street, but it felt like it could!

I just checked it now, putting my head where my bum was and looking out. Yes, there's a tiny corner of the sidewalk I can see. If somebody was passing at just the right spot and glanced in just the right direction, they'd see a wifey's very well-spanked bare bum on display!

The time dragged and dragged and dragged. I really did not dare move at all. If He Who Must Be Obeyed spots me out of position for even a millisecond, I know I'd get an "encore" across his knee and my 30 minutes start over (if not time added). No thank you, Sir!

I'm wishing I could touch my pussy. While my ass is on fire, it still feels sexy being so... I don't know... dominated, I guess. I am allowed to squirm and move my feet and my nose up and down the corner to change my position slightly for some relief. I push my thighs together to try to scratch the itch in my increasingly drippy cunt. My ass feels like there are ants on it.

"Time's up," he declares.

I immediately detach from my corner and bury myself into David like a little puppy craving attention. He hugs me and pats my bottom and musses my hair.

"Take me to bed?" I ask pleadingly.

He reaches down and gives me a "wet check". Oh Blush! I am sopping with desire, stinking up the room with it. I grind into his hand as he separates my lips and inserts his fingers.

"Sure," he says, and gives my reddened rear end a smack (ouch!) toward the stairs.

After a spanking, I really want cock, and he seems eager to give it to me. I get on all fours on the bed and he plunges into my pussy, doggy style. No need for foreplay, my pussy has been wet and needy for hours, however the initial plunge and first few thrusts of his big cock always takes my breath away. I flashback to the spanking I received as he pounds into me from behind.

Before he cums, he pulls out and pushes my head to the mattress, stuffing three pillows under my hips. He then licks me from behind. I love having my ass up high and my asshole all spread and open as he licks me to orgasm. I do imagine myself back across his knee, receiving my comeuppance, as I scream out an orgasm to the skillful ministrations of his tongue.

He flips me onto my back and plunges into me missionary style. My clit is super sensitive right after I've cum, so him plunging into me, that indirect sort of stimulation, is intense but not too intense. I hug him to me, my oxytocin or seratonin or whatever it is just off the charts in love with this spanking man! He gives me a couple of dozen good pumps before shooting his load deep into me and then collapsing all his weight on me. I love it!

"Wow. I should misbehave more often!" I say. The sex was better than usual.

"You better not," he warns me with a smile.

We cleanup and I serve him the lovely dinner I prepared.

Lucky gal here.