Chapter 2

By ten o'clock the laundry was done, the major shoveling of collected junk completed, and I had done the first set of exercises.

I was tired hut invigorated, if that makes sense.

By noon the upstairs was immaculate and I was eating a salad for lunch when Linda dropped in for a chat and coffee.

She only stayed for about a half an hour. Not much was really said but her comment of how much better I and the house looked was all the incentive I needed to get going at her departure.

As I was scouring the stove of two months of grime I wondered what Linda would have said if I had told her that me and the house looked so much better because I had gotten a spanking and loved the shit out it.

By four o'clock I was down to the last two things on the list out of twenty-three-ironing and scouring the bathtub, the two things in the world that I absolutely hated to do.

Logic told me that by the time I finished scouring the tub I too would need a shower.

So I grabbed shirts, hangers and the iron and headed for the basement. I made two trips upstairs to bring up ironed clothes and to put more water in the iron. Grabbing still more hangers I went back down for the third and hopefully the last time. I had forgotten the stack of clothes all ready in the basement waiting for the iron and was beginning to think that I wouldn't finish in time.

Hurrying, I carried the last of the ironing upstairs, set the iron to cool on the counter and dashed up to scour the blasted tub. I crammed the last ten shirts into Stephen's closet and came to the realization that it had never been so full.

For the first time all of his clothes were hanging in his closet (ironing had never been one of my strong points).

I went to the bathroom and opened the doors to the tub.

Uck. It was cruddy. There was mold growing in the corners. No doubt about it, it was long over due for a scrubbing (as it always is when I finally get around to it).

Experience had taught me that it was easier to scrub the tub and walls without any clothes on, so I stripped.

Cleanser and cloth in hand I stepped in, closed the glass door, turned on the sprayer and wet down the walls. Scrub, rinse, scrub rinse, scrub rinse, scrub rinse and the three walls and doors were clean. Next it was down on hands and knees in the tub to get the ends and the far side. Rinse tub, then rinse me and I finally got out to scrub the side of the tub nearest to the rest of the bathroom.

Tits hanging in the tub, ass on the outside, I had just applied the cleanser to the final section when I felt a Mack truck slam into my ass.

I screamed blood murder as more pain filled my sore ass.

"You aren't done with the list, so hold still for the next twenty-four."

Stephen was standing behind me with a blasted paddle in his hand.

"In fact you can finish the tub as you get your ass paddled for not doing it on time."

"That's not fair, Stephen. You're early. You said I had until 5:20."

"Yes I did and no it isn't."

"Just what the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I did say you had until 5:20 and I am not early. Look at your watch."

I looked. It was 5:38 and I had twenty-four more paddle strokes to go.

"But Stephen, it's only one section that isn't done."

"Fair enough. It's your first day and I'll give you a break. Back over the tub and get scrubbing."

"But"

"No buts, Bev. Over the tub and scrub as you get your paddling. But I will take you out to dinner."

"But... "

I stopped when I saw the look in his eyes.

I collected my courage, admitted that I had failed and draped myself over the side of the tub for my paddling.

Crack. The sound echoed around the bathroom as my ass flamed up in pain. Give me a spanking with a hand any day over a paddling with a wooden paddle.

"Get scrubbing, Bev."

I scrubbed. Well, at least in between swats of the paddle.

When they landed it was all I could do to remain in position. I couldn't believe the pain. Stephen spaced them out but it didn't help much. By the tenth one only half of the side of the tub needed scrubbing and I wanted to run out of the room.

By twenty the tub was clean, I was blubbering like an idiot and wiggling my knees all over the place in my effort to remain in place.

Twenty-one found me hanging on to the side of the tub like a ship wrecked victim grasping the only thing in the ocean that floated.

And then it happened again.

The agonizing pain began to change to sexual stimulation. I was getting horny again. By the final stroke of the paddle I again wanted nothing in the world but to screw Stephen until I could screw no more.

I turned my tear filled eyes to him to again beg him to fuck me, but even through my blurry vision I could see that the request was not needed.

Stephen had his pants down around his knees and was kneeling behind me as I turned. I leaned back over the side of the tub and waited for heaven to arrive in the form of his swollen cock.

I didn't have a long wait.

But I did misjudge his intent. What felt like a very cool cock worked its way between by swollen ass cheeks and began to bury itself in my brownie.

No doubt about it, I screamed.

Not that my ass was virgin territory or anything, because it wasn't by any stretch of the imitation. I loved ass fucking. But not when my ass was on fire from a paddling.

But all the pleading, begging, crying in the world didn't even slow Stephen down. As he slammed into my tortured flesh with each forward thrust I thought I would die.

But naturally I didn't die. And again when I stopped struggling it turned to pleasure.

Soon I was begging Stephen not to stop. To fuck the shit out of me. And he more than willingly complied, as if he never considered any other option.

I was screaming again, but not in pain. I was screaming in ecstasy.

Every time he battered into my ass another twinge of sheer lust filled me along with his cock. I slammed my hips back to accept each and every forward thrust of his.

And when his hands clamped onto my wet and willing tits that were still hanging over the edge of the tub I went the whole distance.

I came. Then came some more as he pounded away behind me and dug in with a vengeance at my boobs.

I was on my third summit when Stephen finally joined me. Each individual jet of his cock made me come again, and Stephen cock has never been a single fire weapon. His cock shoots off like a machine gun.

I was no longer coming with individual comes, it was continuous. There was no pause between them and I was not about to object even if I could.

When reality return I somehow managed to shower.

Dressing for dinner was another matter entirely.

I immediately eliminated panty hose and panties. There was no way I could tolerate their touch on my bruised hinny flesh.

Hell, I had trouble just walking. And I sure didn't need a tight skirt so I donned my flowing blue gauze dress, slipped into some sandals and went to the bathroom to brush out my hair.

Catching my reflection in the mirror I almost changed my mind about the blue gauze dress.

Without even thinking I hadn't put on a bra and my nipples were definitely noticeable. And when I stepped back I could see the outline of my cunt.

Then just out of curiosity I turned around to see if my bruised ass showed through. It did. Just barely. But if I looked real close I could see three real good bruises through the thin material.

I stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the closet before I said "why the hell not" to myself.

I went back to the bathroom, brushed out my hair, applied my makeup then gingerly made my way down the stairs.

Stephen was waiting for me at the bottom. He smiled as I descended. "Turn around."

I started to object but stopped myself in time. I turned around so he could see me from all angles.

My twat gave a twitch.

"You'll look a whole lot more sexy after you lose the weight, but you're nothing to sneeze at now. Gutsy enough to wear it out of the house without bra and slip?"

"I think I can manage. After all, I've been a flirt for years."

"Yea, but you've never really shown anything. It was all attitude before. And sexy movements. Are you aware that no one will have to look close at all to see your nipples, and if they even halfway try they can see several bruises on your tush?"

"Yes. I saw myself in the mirror. If you want me to change, Stephen, just say so and I will, but I thought you would enjoy it. Besides, I was hoping it would make you horny again so we could do a little physical exploring when we returned,"

"Oh, no. You aren't going to get out of it that easy. There's no way in hell I am going to tell you to change. If you're sure you can handle it, let's go. I have reservations at Holland House' in twenty minutes."

"Holland House?"

"Holland House, Bev. So, what's it to be?"

Holland House was the restaurant that we frequented the most. All the waiters knew us and many of our friends dined there too.

Did I dare? What the hell, you only live once so why not get all you can out of it.

"I'm hungry. Let's go."

When we entered the car for the drive to Holland House I made a startling discovery.

I literally could not sit on my ass. It was so sore and swollen from the spanking and paddling that it felt like I had gained an additional ten pounds. The skin was stretched tight and burned with the slightest touch.

Stephen slid in, fastened his seat belt without a thought then turned to watch me. He gave a chuckle as I tried to sit more on my hips than my butt.

I gave him a nasty look and curled up on my hip and left thigh.

"You should be a real conversation piece at the restaurant, Bev. Think anyone will guess your secret? Think they will take a closer look at your bruised ass when we leave to see if they can determine why you sat so funny during your meal ?"

"It isn't funny, Stephen."

"No, it isn't. And just maybe the embarrassment of the situation will help you curb your ways. If I thought that standing you at the entry-way of Holland House, flipping up you skirt and showing your bruised ass to all would get you to act as you should, I'd do it in a flash."

"As I said, Bev, I will take it no more. And if I have to keep your ass black and blue for the rest of our marriage I will. And even you can't deny that you get hornier than hell when your ass gets blistered."

"I bet at this moment if I just touched your sore ass, you would spread your legs and start begging me to fuck you here and now. Care to take me up on the bet, Bev?"

We both knew he was right.

A hot, sore ass got me hotter than hell. "No."

"I didn't think so."

I managed to stay on my side for the ride to the restaurant and did a whole lot of thinking.

Just Stephen's words about touching my bruised ass had my box in an uproar. Just the slight brushing of the blue cotton gauze dress across my posterior almost made me cream.

My nipples were hard nubs on the ends of my tingling breasts as they Stood up on either side of the deep V of the plunging neckline and I'm sure my whole body had a red, heated tinge of woman in heat spread across it.

I was hot and bothered, just as I had made the guys in my life for years.

Twilight was falling when we parked in the lot by the restaurant.

Stephen opened my door for me and gently assisted me in exiting.

Every step I took threatened to burst the taunt skin across my ass and the gauze sliding back and forth with each step was driving me wild.

I was almost panting as we stood at the reservation desk waiting for Richard to take us to our table.

Richard finally came to us. Immediately I knew that something was wrong.

"Mr. and Mrs. Barnett." He gave us a slight bow.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but your table isn't ready yet. There has been some mix up and it will be about a half an hour. Perhaps a drink at the bar will help pass the time, complements of the house of course."

"That will be fine Richard. We are in no particular hurry. We'll be in the bar. Call us when our table is ready."

"Yes, sir. It will ready as soon as possible. This way please."

Richard escorted us to the dimly lit bar and informed the bartender that the first drinks were on the house. He then made his way back to the dinning area.

Stephen ordered our drinks and sat down on one of the stools. "Sit down, Bev."

"But, Stephen... "

"I said, sit down, Bev."

The steel in his voice precluded all arguing.

I eased my aching butt down as slowly as possible but still I couldn't stop a groan of agonizing pain from escaping my constricted throat.

Stephen lifted his glass to me. "To our new life, Bev. May it be very rewarding."

He held his glass in place until I managed to raise my with a shaking hand and touch mine to his.

"To our new life, Stephen."

And just what would this new life hold for us? I wondered as I took a sip of my drink.

Stephen leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Your nipples are so hard they're almost poking a hole through your dress."

Four eyes looked in that direction and confirmed what he has just said.

Then with my eyes still looking at my chest I saw Stephen extend his forefinger. My heart gave a lurch.

His finger touched the V of my collar bone, then very slowly started to slide down my rapidly rising chest. Down and down the tip of his finger went. To the beginning of the swell of my breasts. To the deep cleavage between them. Then to the point of the V where the material met.

He moved his finger even lower, drawing the gauze toward my lap. An inch. Two inches.

I gave a groan of total surrender and he withdrew his finger and the material snapped back into place.

"You're a hot bitch in heat, Bev. And I'm anything but cool. It seems that your bruised ass turns us both on. Are you hot, Bev?"

"Yessss." came out as a whispered plea.

"Good. I want you to sit up straight. Now slide back on the stool and cross your legs, that should put quiet a strain on your battered tush. That should warm you up even more."

"Do it, Bev. Do it now or you sleep in the spare bedroom tonight."

I did as told. I sat up straight and the taunt skin on my ass spread across the stool. I crossed my legs.

My cunt squashed. I surrendered to the pain and a moan of lust gurgled from my throat as I tried to hold myself still. I felt my clit give one twitch of anticipation.

"Stephen. Beverley. How are you two? We haven't seen you two in ages."

Stephen and I lost our private world as Jim and Amanda Hollensworth came up to us and started talking.

I can't say that I contributed much to our conversations before Richard informed us that our table was now ready.

My cunt dripped with each step I took to the table and I almost had a climax when I slid into the booth.

Stephen ordered for us and after our waiter left he continued to taunt me with words. Occasionally one of his fingers would brush across my heated nipples and I would become lost in my desires.

I found that I had little knowledge of what I was eating. Course followed course and with each one Stephen would touch me in some way that had me on the razor's edge.

When dessert came Stephen insisted on his own private dessert.

He ordered me to spread my legs.

I did without the slightest qualm.

And as he told me to eat my sherbet I felt his hand slowly slip under my skirt and make its way up and up.

"Spread them wider, Bev."

I spread them and his finger entered my soaking snatch. I almost came with the first touch.

"Lean back, Bev. Let it happen. Come for me, Bev."

His fingers had to only swirl around three times before they were coated with my cream as I tried to swallow my escalated moans. He flipped is fingers again and I shameless came again.

"That is just a very small sample of what is awaiting you once we get home, Bev. I'm going to fuck your cunt till it's sore then I'm going to drive into your slavish ass until I make you weep with more lust that you ever thought could happen."

"Do you want that, Bev? Do you want to fuck the night away until you can't fuck any more?"

"Yesss, oh God, Stephen, yesss."

"Good. Because that's what I'm going to do. I may even spank your ass again. What do you think of that Bev? Do you want your ass spanked again ?"

"Yesss, oh God, yessss, Stephen. I love it when you hurt me. I love it. I love you."

"Yes. It should be a very interesting night."

And it was. True to his word Stephen did fuck me the night away. And he did give me another spanking, nothing harsh, just enough to heat us both up real good.

We crashed at three in the morning. The next sound we heard was the alarm going off.