Slightly nervous, Evelyn approached her husband Steve. He was seated comfortably on the sofa, relaxing as he watched some documentary on their TV.
“Hey honey,” Steve greeted her, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for swimming?”
Evelyn shrugged, “I’m not really feeling like it today,” she replied.
Her husband paused the TV and turned to face her. “Are you sure?” he asked, “You told me you wanted to go every week, make a healthy habit out of it.”
Evelyn licked her lips, it was true, she had told her husband she wanted to be more active. She’d even suggested he’d help her stay motivated, because she knew some days she might lack the self-discipline to keep going. She hadn’t literally told her husband he should spank her if she was too lazy to go, but it had been heavily implied.
Steve had put her across his knee on many occasions before, it definitely kept their love-life interesting. She loved it, as usually it was for some playful or imaginary reason, but Evelyn was sure that when he’d inevitably spank her for this, she would love it just as much.
“I know, but I think I should skip this week,” she replied, “And I’m not being lazy.”
Her husband raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t say you were,” he replied, “Why do you want to skip?”
Evelyn blushed, “Remember last night when you taught me a firm lesson about being a brat?” she asked.
A smile appeared on Steve’s face and he nodded, “Yes, I clearly remember you promising to behave properly and specifically not to stick out your tongue at your husband.”
Evelyn smiled despite herself, but her blush deepened as she turned around and raised her dress. “I don’t want people at the swimming pool to see these,” she said as she revealed her bare buttocks and the pale bruises that marked her backside.
“Oh, wow, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I spanked you that hard last night,” her husband replied.
Evelyn dropped her skirt and turned back around. “That’s okay,” she said, “You know I like seeing the marks you leave behind.” Her husband had left some bruises on her backside before, though usually when her punishment was more severe, like a paddling or a whipping with their flogger. Evelyn loved it when a day or two after her punishment, she was unexpectedly reminded of what a naughty girl she was when looking in the bathroom mirror and seeing those colors on her behind.
“I like seeing them too,” her husband replied, “But I don’t think we should share them with everyone at the swimming pool, so you should probably stay home today.”
Evelyn smiled broadly, “Thank you, sir.”
“Go get that massage oil I got you for your birthday,” Steve continued, “Let me rub that poor bottom, I didn’t mean to spank you so hard last night.”
Evelyn blushed, she should’ve known that exposing her bare backside and reminding her husband of last night’s activities would put him in the mood for some fun. “No, that’s okay,” she replied, “It doesn’t hurt.”
“I insist,” her husband said.
Evelyn licked her lips, “I don’t want to distract you from your documentary…” she said.
“Go grab that oil, and get across my knee, young lady!” Her husband commanded.
Evelyn’s blush deepened, but that was an order she could not refuse.
Moments later, Evelyn found herself laying over her husband’s lap on the sofa. He’d slowly raised her dress, once more exposing her bare buttocks and was now rubbing the massage oil between his hands, warming it up.
When he placed his warm, oily hands on her bottom, Evelyn moaned softly, arching her back to push her bottom into his strong grip.
Steve had unpaused his documentary, watching distractedly as he gently massaged her behind. Evelyn however had closed her eyes, shutting out the sounds coming from the TV and focussing solely on her husband’s firm squeezing and intimate fondling of her backside.
As her bottom became hot and slick with oil, Evelyn couldn’t help but moan softly, gently swaying her backside and grinding herself against her husband’s lap as she felt his arousal manifest in a bulging erection against her lower belly.
She almost forgot what had prompted this intimate massage.
“Evelyn,” her husband eventually asked, “Could you explain to me how your bruises are disappearing?
Evelyn blushed, “You must be very good at massages,” she replied.
Steve grinned, “That would explain it, if they didn’t then also reappear all over my hands and fingers.”
Evelyn giggled softly, she knew she was in a vulnerable position, already across her husband’s knee, with her bottom bared, but she couldn’t help but be cheeky, “Maybe your hands are just dirty,” she replied.
A firm swat suddenly landed across her backside and Evelyn moaned deeply.
“I don’t think so,” her husband replied, “Did you use make-up to paint fake bruises on your backside? He asked.
Evelyn’s blush deepened, the gig was up and she knew she was in trouble. She didn’t care however, the gentle, intimate massage had put her in the exact right mood for a good, hot spanking from her husband. “Well I didn’t know you were going to rub them off,” she protested.
Another smack landed across her behind. “If you didn’t want to go swimming, you should’ve just told me,” her husband said.
Evelyn pouted, “But you would’ve thought I was being lazy,” she protested.
“And were you being lazy?” Steve asked, his hands now resting on her backside as they discussed her behavior.
“A little,” Eveleyn admitted.
“And what should we do about that?” Her husband asked.
Evelyn blushed, “I don’t know,” she replied.
“Didn’t you ask for my help to keep you motivated?” Steve asked.
Evelyn licked her lips, “I did.”
“And how did you think I would do that?” Her husband asked.
Her blush deepened, “I thought you’d probably spank me,” she replied.
“So, do you think I should spank you?” Steve asked.
Evelyn bit her lips nervously. She wasn’t afraid to be spanked, she loved it, even now she could feel the arousal building between her legs with the anticipation of a firm punishment across her husband’s lap. But usually Steve didn’t ask her. He didn’t ask what she thought he should do. It would be abundantly clear from their roleplaying that she wanted a sore red backside.
They weren’t roleplaying however, she really was being lazy, she really deserved this spanking, didn’t she? Well perhaps she was playing a little, putting that make-up on her backside surely had been her bratty side coming out, she wasn’t that afraid of a spanking that she’d lie and cheat.
Part of her didn’t believe her husband would’ve actually spanked her if she’d just been honest, she’d chosen to be extra naughty to make sure she got what she wanted, a good firm spanking for being so lazy.
“You definitely should,” she replied.
Evelyn moaned and squealed as her husband punished her behind. Steve hadn’t wasted another moment and had raised his hand as soon as she’d admitted that she deserved this.
The slick oil her husband had spread so intimately across her backside when he’d massaged her fake bruises now made her buttocks extra sensitive and each swat across her behind sent a bright red stinging sensation through her skin.
Again and again Steve’s hand landed across her bottom with a loud smack that echoed through the room and drowned out the sound of the TV that her husband hadn’t even bothered to pause.
Evelyn whimpered and squirmed as her husband spanked her poor behind. Her pale backside quickly turned red, and yet Steve did not relent.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, her husband paused, placing a heavy hand against her throbbing backside. “Do you still think it was a good idea to lie to me, young lady?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Evelyn replied.
“And do you think this might motivate you enough not to be lazy?” he asked.
Evelyn blushed, “Maybe,” she replied.
“Maybe?” Steve said, “Let’s keep going then,” and he raised his hand again.
Evelyn gritted her teeth as her husband peppered her behind with his hand. Each smack was firm and intense, slower than before, but perfectly aimed so that in no time every inch of her backside was glowing hot.
The slower pace made it so that she could breathe more easily, but the pain kept building and her backside quickly felt like it was on fire.
She moaned after each swat and squealed when her husband aimed his hand at the sensitive lower part of her buttocks or her upper thighs.
“Please,” she moaned, “I won’t do it again.”
“But you should do it again,” Steve replied, pausing every couple of words to smack her bottom, “You wanted to go swimming every week, or I’ll put your lazy butt across my knee like I did today.”
Evelyn blushed, confused for a second, “I meant I won’t lie again, you oaf!”
Her spanking suddenly doubled in speed and Evelyn screamed as her husband’s hand rained down on her backside. She’d known it would happen, but she just couldn’t resist calling him that.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered as her husband didn’t seem to relent, “I didn’t mean it!”
Steve paused, his hand once again heavy against her backside. “I won’t tolerate such language, young lady.”
Evelyn’s blush deepened, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“So, are you motivated enough yet for a couple of laps in the swimming pool?” he asked.
Evelyn bit her lip, her bottom was on fire, it burned and stung. Why, when he asked her if she’d had enough, did she always think she wanted just a bit more, even though she wasn’t even sure she could take it? “I think so,” she replied.
“You think so?” her husband asked, already raising his hand.
“I am, I am!” Evelyn quickly corrected herself.
“How many laps do you usually swim?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know,” Evelyn replied, “Twenty or so.”
“Alright, I’ll count down from twenty,” her husband said, “Each swat is one less lap you’ll have to swim.”
Evelyn whimpered nervously, but obediently arched her back and raised her bottom for the last part of her punishment.
“You can say stop at any time,” her husband reminded her.
Evelyn squealed as her husband’s hand landed across her backside.
Steve took his time, each swat a full swing of his arm across her already sore, burning backside as he counted down from twenty.
Evelyn whimpered and moaned, the sting burned in her backside, her legs were trembling, her feet kicking the sofa as she tried to deal with the pain.
“Enough, please!” she begged, just before her husband reached ten.
Steve stopped, placing his hand on her glowing bottom. “Good girl,” he said, gently caressing her backside, just like he had before when massaging her poor buttocks.
Evelyn moaned deeply, relieved that it was over, hungry for more, deeply aroused by her husband’s dominant grip on her sore, red backside.
“You can get up now,” Steve said.
Evelyn pushed herself up, both hands eagerly reaching for her backside to rub and soothe her burning buttocks.
She licked her lips and looked at her husband. What now? She wondered, would he send her to stand in the corner like a naughty girl, or make her kneel at his feet and use her mouth to thank him for this valuable lesson? Both were options he’d used in the past.
“You should probably clean up a bit,” her husband said, “before you go swimming.”
Evelyn blushed as she hesitated. She’d asked her husband to spank her when she was lazy, motivate her to keep active, yet for some reason it hadn’t occurred to her that meant she was actually supposed to follow through and not be lazy and go do what she was supposed to do when her punishment was over.
“You still owe me ten laps,” Steve continued.
Evelyn’s blush deepened as she looked over her shoulder at her glowing red backside. A warm knot of arousal and nervousness formed in her lower belly. “I can’t go to the pool, looking like this,” she protested.
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you painted fake bruises on your backside, shouldn’t you?” her husband countered.
Evelyn took a couple deep breaths, imagining herself going to the public pool where her skimpy bikini would fail to hide her glowing red backside. The knot in her belly grew and it wasn’t certain yet whether arousal or anxiety would take the upper hand.
“You could’ve let me count down to zero,” Steve continued, “Then you wouldn’t have to do any more laps. Now you’d better hope the redness fades by the time you get there. It doesn’t usually last very long, does it?”
Her husband was grinning intolerably smugly and Evelyn just knew he was teasing her. “I think I can have those last ten swats after all,” she said.
“Too late,” her husband replied.
“Please?” Evelyn asked, blushing as she begged her husband to spank her some more.
“Alright, if you really want me to…” Steve conceded.
She’d known he wouldn’t really make her go… Evelyn bit her lip. “Do you think I’m being lazy?” She asked.
“Yes,” Steve replied, grinning, but with a hint of seriousness to his voice.
Evelyn blushed deeply, “I’ll go to the pool,” she said, “and do those ten laps.”
“Make it twenty,” her husband replied, “For being a brat.”
Evelyn’s blush deepened, “Yes, sir.”
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