A short walk

It was a hot summer day and the air was thick and humid as Anna lay stretched out on the couch. She had a day off from work, but instead of doing any chores all she could do was lay there and lament about the weather. The heat prohibited her from wearing more than just some skimpy underwear and even that felt hot and sweaty.
Anna’s husband Michael paced back-and-forth through their living-room. He too was near naked, wearing just his tight boxers. Anna looked at him for a moment, admiring the view. If it hadn’t been this hot, she’d want that man all over her body.
“What are you doing?” She asked him.
“I don’t know.” Michael replied. “I feel like I should be doing something … but it’s too damn hot.”
Anna grinned. “Yeah…” She agreed. “Perhaps we should go out, go for a walk.” She suggested, thinking her husband could use some fresh air after having been cooped up in this stale indoor-air all day.
Michael shrugged. “I guess.” He replied. “Though we’ll have to stick to the shade. It’s nearly as hot outside as it is in here.”
Anna nodded. “I’ll get dressed.”
She got up from the couch and noticed it was now her husband’s turn to look her up and down, admiring the view. She licked her lips for a moment… No, it was way too hot for that right now. Perhaps tonight, when it might’ve cooled down a bit.

When Anna returned downstairs – now wearing a short summer’s dress that was barely able to cover herself, yet still too warm where it did envelope her body – her husband was already waiting for her, wearing breezy linen trousers and a simple t-shirt.
Michael grabbed his hat and waited patiently as Anna put on her shoes and then grabbed a hat of her own. He opened the door for her and followed her outside.
For a few minutes they walked in silence, hiding in the shadows of the trees along the road. Their neighborhood wasn’t really meant for long walks, but at the end of the road, they knew of a slightly hidden path.
A small patch of trees lay between their neighborhood and the next, too small to be called a forest, but large enough to be hidden from view should you enter it. It was perhaps a quarter of a mile across at its widest and just a mile long. You’d have to drive around it if you wanted to enter the next neighborhood as there were no roads that crossed it.
What few people knew however, was that there was a dirt track that ran along its length, making for a nice, shaded walk. Only those that liked to walk and not take their car everywhere knew it existed, and those were few.
Anna sighed a breath of relief as they entered the shade of the trees. She could immediately feel the difference in temperature here, where the sun never fully reached.
Alongside her husband she walked between the trees, stepping over vines and plants that were encroaching onto the dirt path. Near the end of summer this path would be nearly fully overgrown. Yet it was always cleared again by spring, so someone else did know it existed and made sure to keep it accessible.
She, nor her husband, however, had ever seen anyone else use it. They were all by themselves, enjoying the clean-smelling air, the cool shade and the near silence as the sound of traffic was blocked by the tall trees.

“This was a great idea.” Michael said, smiling as he pushed his way through some bushes.
Anna smiled. “Yes, it’s much better out here.”
“There’s just one thing that could make it even better.” Her husband continued.
“Like what?” Anna asked.
Michael grinned. “A kiss from my lovely wife.”
Anna giggled. “Well I’d be happy to oblige, my husband.”
They stopped in the middle of the dirt track. Anna turned to her husband and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The temperature here was cool enough that she didn’t feel too hot and sweaty as she pushed her body against his.
Michael wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closely with his hands on her lower back. His mouth was hot against hers as he kissed her, their tongues intertwining as she closed her eyes.
They kissed deep and long, occasionally gasping for breath before they continued. Anna could feel her husband’s hands inching down towards her bottom, taking her buttocks in a firm grasp that made her heart race. When his fingers slowly pulled up her dress, slowly baring her backside to his touch, Anna couldn’t help but moan softly, encouraging him to continue. The skimpy panties she wore allowed her husband full access to her naked buttocks once the dress was fully pulled out of the way. His hands were hot as he kneaded the soft skin of her behind.
Suddenly, Anna felt the rough touch of wood and bark against her back. She hadn’t even noticed they’d moved, but her husband had slowly walked them off the path, pinning her against a tall tree. She moaned deeply, feverishly looking around them as her husband pulled down her panties. There was no-one around though, there never was. You couldn’t even see any of the nearby houses from here.
With Anna’s panties around her ankles, her husband pushed his knee between her thighs, spreading her legs apart. The rough bark of the tree had replaced the touch of his hands on her bare backside as he now focused on her breasts, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of her dress. Anna moaned deeply, reaching down eagerly, unbuttoning her husband’s trousers and freeing his large erection.
She guided him inside of her, biting her lips as she was overcome with pleasure. Michael now grabbed her hips, lifting her up against the tree and sliding deep inside of her.
Anna grunted and moaned, holding onto her husband as he fucked her. She could see over his shoulders now, through the trees and wondered how far the sounds of her moans would carry. They weren’t that far from the residential neighborhood after all. Yet it didn’t matter to dwell on it, she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet even if she wanted to, not with her husband’s cock deep inside of her, fucking her good and hard up against this tree.
Finally, with one last thrust, Michael came inside of her. She could feel his body trembling, feel the pulse of his heartbeat inside of her. Anna smiled, filled with contentment at seeing the satisfaction on her husband’s face.
Michael let her down as he pulled out of her and then quickly tucked his cock back into his trousers. He looked around as if he was worried anyone was watching, as if it had only now occurred to him that they were out in the open.
Anna in the meantime took some tissues from her purse and began to clean herself up a bit. “You made a bit of a mess.” She told her husband.
Michael smiled. “All I asked for was a kiss.”
Anna blushed, remembering her husband’s hands on her bottom, how they’d made her feel. Suddenly she was no longer so sure that Michael had pushed her against that tree. She could now vaguely remember her hands grabbing his shirt, pulling him along with her. “I guess I got a bit greedy.” She replied.
A sly grin suddenly appeared across her husband’s face. “A bit greedy, eh?” He mimicked.
Anna’s blush deepened. She immediately knew what that sly grin meant. She knew exactly what her husband was thinking of. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her throat, her arousal spiking again just like before, as she contemplated what she knew her husband was about to suggest. She shouldn’t have said greedy…
“You know what happens to greedy girls, don’t you?” Her husband asked.
Anna licked her lips. Oh yes, she knew very well, she’d experienced it quite often before. “Yes, Sir.” She replied, throwing in the honorific without a second thought.
“Then turn around and stick out that naughty backside of yours.” Her husband ordered.

Anna bit her lip and turned around eagerly, almost tripping over her own panties that were still around her ankles as she did. She should’ve known better than to describe herself as greedy. That word had become almost like a secret codeword only the two of them knew. It was something you said when you were in the mood for something kinky, for a good firm spanking though you had no real, actual reason to deserve such a punishment. Anna couldn’t imagine any other woman might get punished for being too greedy when it came to having sex with her husband.
Of course it wasn’t really a punishment, was it? Not when you enjoyed it. It never was, not when her husband spanked her for leaving a mess, not when he spanked her for being lazy or sleeping late, and definitely not when she was being greedy, whether she’d used that word intentionally or not…
She yelped in surprise when her husband’s hand suddenly and forcefully connected with her backside. Enjoy it or not, it still hurts of course.
Again and again, Anna’s husband spanked her bare buttocks. The sound of his firm hand connecting with her soft flesh echoed through the woods, followed by her squeals and yelps. While her excited moans had worried her earlier that they might be heard beyond the edge of these small woods, the echoing swats sounded ten-times as loud. Yet there was nothing she could do to stop it now, and stifling her cries seemed impossible as well.
Her backside quickly turned sore and hot, though her husband had landed only a dozen swats or less.
Anna had placed her hands against the tree, leaning forward, sticking out her bottom for her punishment, yearning for more.
A half-a-dozen or so more swats on each side of her bottom had her yelping and kicking the soft dirt floor with her feet. Often these punishments would start slow and gentle, slowly building to become more and more intense. Today however, her husband had chosen for quick and firm, just like when he’d fucked her.
Anna didn’t know whether her husband wished to hurry because they were out in the open, or whether he had other reasons to punish her so sternly. She never knew what kind of punishment she’d get when she got herself in trouble, it was part of what made the dynamic so interesting.
Luckily, quick and hard often also meant short, and it wasn’t long before the assault on her backside ended. Anna moaned deeply, biting her lips as Michael caressed and squeezed her sore and burning buttocks. She didn’t speak, letting him fondle her as long as he pleased, knowing that a wrong word at this time would risk the spanking to continue.
“Have you learned a lesson, young lady?” Her husband asked.
Anna licked her lips, working some saliva back into her mouth before she could reply. “Yes, Sir.”
“What did you learn?” Michael asked, his hands now down from her bottom, between her legs and onto her hot, throbbing pussy.
Anna grunted deeply. “That I shouldn’t be too greedy, Sir.”
“Very good.” Her husband said, now pulling away his hand.
Anna moaned disappointedly. “Please don’t stop.” She begged.
“Don’t stop?” Michael asked, his voice slightly deeper than before. “Don’t you think we’ve been out here in the open for too long already?” Yet he did place his hand back on her burning backside.
“Please, just a little bit more.” Anna moaned. “I’m almost there.” She hadn’t cum when her husband fucked her earlier. She rarely did when it was just a quickie. She didn’t resent her husband in this, pleasing him was often satisfying enough. Though sometimes she was a bit jealous that men seemed able to manage it so much easier.
“It seems to me that someone is still being greedy.” Her husband replied.
Anna bit her lip as her husband’s hand moved back-and-forth between her sore buttocks and throbbing pussy, as if trying to decide which would receive his attention. She did not try to deny the allegation.
Then, her husband seemed to settle on her pussy, his fingers digging deep inside of her. Anna moaned deeply, leaning against the tree, sticking out her bottom, legs spread wide. In her head she was just about to celebrate that her husband had chosen pleasure over punishment, when suddenly his other hand landed with a loud smack across her backside.
Anna yelped and then moaned deeply as her husband continued to fuck her with his fingers. Pleasure alternated with pain each time her husband spanked her already sore, red behind. All she could do was moan, yelp and stick her bottom out for both the swing of his arm and the thrusting of his fingers.
Anna stood trembling on her feet, her arms were sore from supporting her weight against the tree, but it was nothing compared to the burning bonfire that was her behind. She could feel her buttocks bounce from the impact of her husband’s hand, feel the pain spreading through her backside, until it merged with the pleasure between her legs, brought by his other hand.
It was exhausting, unbearable, it was too much, she couldn’t think, her body was shaking as the orgasm took over and her husband finally stopped his assault on her backside and tender insides.
Seconds passed, though they felt like minutes as Anna stood leaning against that tree. Gently, Michael stroked her backside as he waited for her to catch her breath. He didn’t squeeze or pinch, knowing perhaps that now her bottom was too sensitive for that.
“Have you learned your lesson now, young lady?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Anna replied, she sounded hoarse and out of breath.
“Good.” Michael replied. “Then you can pull on your panties and we can continue our afternoon walk.” He sounded stern, but she could see the smile on his face.

Silently Anna walked beside her husband. Her arm was hooked into his, like an older couple, despite the heat of the day. She felt like her trembling legs needed his support. She tried to enjoy their surroundings, the trees, the silence, but again and again her attention returned to her backside. She just couldn’t stop thinking about it and the more she did think about it, the more her arousal returned.
The soft fabric of her dress swayed gently across her buttocks, yet again helping her remember how red and sore she was. She remembered squirming when she’d had to pull on her panties, luckily they didn’t cover the soft, fleshy part of her backside that was now too sore and sensitive for such an intimate touch.
No, she told herself, don’t be greedy, don’t think about touching, I’m sore enough as it is already.
Because she was unsure that she could stop herself from saying anything incriminating, Anna walked beside her husband in silence.
After a while, the path narrowed and Anna had to rely on her own jelly-like legs to carry her, as her husband walked behind her. “You know.” Michael then suddenly said, breaking the long silence. “When the sun pierces through the trees at just the right moment and lights up your back, I can see, through your dress, a slight red hue across your buttocks.”
Anna blushed and came to a stop. “What?” She asked.
“You know, when on a bright, hot day, when you wear a white or yellow summer’s dress, it can be a bit see-through when the sun hits it just right.” Her husband explained.
Anna’s blush deepened. She knew what her husband was talking about, how you shouldn’t wear black underwear under a light dress on a bright, sunny day. Unless you wanted it to be seen of course. She hadn’t imagined however that the red shade of her freshly spanked buttocks would be similarly visible.
Not sure what to say about her husband’s discovery, Anna kept quiet, reminding herself that the wrong words might make that shade of red even brighter. Though perhaps that wouldn’t be that bad. It didn’t hurt that much anymore…

Finally, they reached the end of the woods, or its start as they’d walked its full length back and forth. Out from under the trees, the temperature shot up, but it didn’t bother Anna as much as it had before. She felt refreshed, both from the fresh air and healthy outdoors as well as her naughty escapades with her husband. The warmer air didn’t feel as hot as her burning backside anyway.
On the last stretch home, along paved roads, she could feel her bottom tingling, feel the excitement bubbling inside of her. She’d needed that, needed a good spanking. But this one had been short and brief.
“I guess we should do some chores when we get home.” Anna said to her husband.
Michael nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“It would probably be greedy of me to want more fun instead, right?” She asked.
“Very greedy.” Her husband agreed.
Anna bit her lips. “My stern husband would probably take off his belt and give my poor bottom a good talking to if I were to be so greedy.”
Her husband chuckled. “I could certainly imagine a few licks of my belt coming across your already sore backside should you be so greedy, yes.”
Anna blushed softly, a good whipping from her husband’s belt would certainly encourage her to finally get those chores done and at the same time alleviate this growing feeling of tension and arousal. She reached back, gently caressing her buttocks, feeling how sore she already was.
Her husband’s hand suddenly joined hers, gently squeezing her bottom. “My naughty wife surely isn’t contemplating being so greedy, is she?” He asked.
Anna bit her lip. “You better get your belt ready.” She replied.

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