Page 2 of His Loving Guidance
“Do I have to?” She wanted it over and done with already, not dragged out with more talking.
“Yes.” He gave her other cheek a squeeze, and continued to rub her bottom over the top of her panties.
She huffed, frustrated that she had to repeat his words. “This spanking is to help us reconnect and remind us both of our roles in this marriage.” Her irritation lent an edge to her voice, and she winced at the way she sounded.
“That’s good enough, Lucy. But next time, I’ll expect your tone to be more respectful.”
She remained silent, bracing herself for the first slap.
“Unclench your cheeks.”
Mortified, she relaxed on his lap. He had scolded her about clenching her ass before. He wanted her to feel the spanking, and he viewed clenching as a way to avoid some of the sting. “Sorry,” she muttered, feeling her whole body flush with embarrassment. At least she still had her panties on, though she knew they would come down soon.
As if reading her thoughts, James peeled her panties down until they bunched above her knees.
“All the spankings I give you will be bare-bottomed ones, even maintenance. You’ll always be bared to me, Lucy girl.”
* * *
James’ hand cracked down on Lucy’s ass with a resounding smack. Her pale flesh reddened quickly as he alternated cheeks, careful not to hit the same spot twice in a row. During a punishment he might do so, but he had promised to make this one light. Light did not mean he would not redden her backside, though. A spanking was a spanking, in his mind, and he intended for her to feel the sting, just enough to make her squirm and wonder when it would end. Not enough to prompt her tears and leave her gasping for breath as she begged him to stop before finally surrendering – the very process they went through during a punishment.
After a dozen slaps to each cheek, he paused to rub her bottom, all the while ignoring his growing erection. “How are you doing, Lucy?”
“I – I’m fine. Is it over?”
“Not yet, sweetheart. I just wanted to check on you. I’m going to spank harder now.”
Before the next smack fell, she had already tensed up, clenching her cheeks together.
“Lucy,” he warned.
“Sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Yes you can.” He paused. “I think this is a problem I need to help you with. You know, there are things I can do to keep you from tensing up.”
“Like what?”
“A plug in your bottom hole. And if that doesn’t work by itself, I can coat it in ginger oil.”
“Why would you coat it in ginger oil?” She sounded genuinely confused.
“Because it burns, even more so when you clench down.”
She gasped and squirmed against his hold. “We willnotbe doing that!”
“Relax your bottom and we won’t.” He caressed the reddest parts of her ass, the center of each cheek, as he gazed down at her, willingly draped over his lap, despite her reluctance to add maintenance spankings to their weekly routine. His heart swelled at the sight of her in this position, and his hands traveled to massage the backs of her thighs.
Time to finish her spanking. He slapped the lower curve of her bottom, once on each side, before moving up to rain more smacks down. She began to whimper as he increased his pace, making the final ten the hardest.
“All done, Lucy. You did great.” Warmth flooded his insides as he gathered her up in his lap, surrounding her with his loving embrace. She clung to him for dear life, hugging him back so hard it was almost painful. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” A breathless whisper.
“Look at me.”
Reluctantly, she loosened her arms and pulled back. Their eyes locked and she smiled. “I’m fine, James. Really. It hurt, but it wasn’t so bad. I’m relieved I didn’t make a fool of myself by crying.” She trailed her fingers over his stubble.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay to cry.”
