K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

I’d like to dedicate this story to my wife and our 10 year anniversary this year. (2023)

It had been ten years since they last stayed at this hotel, but Scarlett remembered it as if it was yesterday. Ten years ago they had celebrated their honeymoon in this small, romantic, luxury resort in the middle of the woods.
Coming here reminded her of those times long ago, of their wedding, the party, the ceremonies. A lot had changed since then, but not her love for Lucas, nor her submission to him. One of the things that had been most present in her mind during the long drive here, was the third, secret ceremony they’d had back then, ten years ago. The one where he had requested her submission as his wife and then spanked her to assert his dominance as her husband. When preparing for this trip, Scarlett had seen her husband pack a suspicious looking bag which he’d refused to tell her what it contained. She was certain he had something similarly special planned for this trip.
Just a day ago, they’d held a large party for family and friends to celebrate their ten year anniversary. Even then, she’d often reminisced about their wedding party ten years ago. She vividly remembered squirming in her seat during the wedding-dinner as that secret ceremony had taken place just before the party started, leaving her bottom red and sore for the rest of the night. Yesterday she’d been able to sit comfortably, but she was sure Lucas would make up for that during this trip.
When the party was over, they’d left the kids to go home with their grandma, so that she and her husband would have the weekend for themselves: three days and two nights. She would miss the little ones, but enjoy the time alone with Lucas. It had certainly been easier to be privately intimate with her husband ten years ago, and while he still regularly made certain that she was a good, obedient wife; she was looking forward to being able to fully submit to and satisfy her husband.

The hotel was just as lovely as Scarlett remembered, with just a few rooms, each with their own unique decorations. Lucas had managed to arrange for them the same room they’d had back then and – since he had mentioned this was their anniversary – a bottle of champagne with two glasses was waiting for their arrival.
As they unpacked their bags, Scarlett glanced at the bag Lucas placed unopened in one of the wardrobes. It was hard to contain her curiosity, but she understood that her husband was tired from the long drive here and that any secret ceremony he might’ve planned would probably have to wait for the second day of their trip.
Once the unpacking was done, Scarlett chose to shower and she was quickly followed by her husband. Lucas’ hands were all over her body and she knew he must’ve been having similar thoughts as her. She knew he’d be just as eager to show her what was in that bag as she was. No words needed to be spoken as they finished off their shower, made their way to the large four-poster bed and spent the rest of the evening in their room, in the bed, kissing, cuddling, fucking.

The following morning, Scarlett woke from the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains. It was refreshing to be awakened not by an alarm-clock or screaming kids. She stretched with a big yawn and looked at her husband to see whether he was awake.
Lucas was smiling at her, so she turned around placing her back against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her in a hug, cupping her breast with his hand. He was already hard, she could feel his morning erection pressed firmly between her buttocks.
“So what are today’s plans?” She asked, for her husband had organized most of this getaway.
“I thought we’d take a walk in the morning.” Lucas whispered in her ear. “I fondly remember these woods and the long walks we had in them last time we were here.”
Scarlett moaned softly, arching her back to rub her bottom against her husband’s erection. She remembered doing more than just walking in these woods.
“In the afternoon, we’ll come back to our room.” Lucas continued. “I have something special planned for then.”
Scarlett licked her lips, thinking about the mysterious bag. “Something fun?” She asked.
“Of course.” Her husband replied.
“I can hardly wait.” She replied, the afternoon was still far away and a walk through the woods with her husband would make it hard to think about anything else. “Breakfast first?” She asked, suddenly remembering that this was included in the price of their stay.
“No, I’m going to fuck you first.” Lucas replied and he pushed her down against the mattress.
Scarlett moaned deeply as her husband climbed on top of her. She arched her back to urge him to penetrate her. She groaned deeply as his cock filled her up. She reached down between her legs, her fingers on her clit complimenting the pressure inside of her as Lucas thrusted hard and fast. In mere moments both of them were wheezing and moaning as ecstasy took over.

The rest of the morning went mostly as Scarlett had expected. They quickly got dressed after their morning tryst, went down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast and then set out into the woods.
The forest was lovely this time of year, still green, but already filled with mushrooms, ripened nuts and berries as summer was nearly at its end.
The paths were empty, they saw no other hikers as peak season was already over. Scarlett remembered vividly how they’d taken advantage of the privacy of the woods during their trip ten years ago. She remembered going down on her husband, sucking his cock whilst they were hidden from view by just a few trees. She remembered him taking her across his knee as he sat down on a fallen tree in the middle of a large clearing in the woods. Laughingly, she remembered him bending her over a pile of logs beside the road, whipping her with his belt and then fucking her, only for them to pass a car on that same dirt road but a few minutes later.
This morning however, they did none of that. Instead they enjoyed the peace and quiet of nature, the fresh air and each-others company. Scarlett knew her husband was saving those kinds of activities for the afternoon and the longer he made her wait, the more eager she became.
When the sun was at its highest point, they picnicked in the woods with food they’d scraped together from breakfast and afterwards slowly made the long trek back to the hotel.
It was late in the afternoon when they finally returned and went up straight to their room.

Scarlett waited impatiently as Lucas pulled the bag from the wardrobe when they finally got back to their room. He placed it on the bed, yet he did not open it just yet.
He was smiling as he turned around to face her. It was a smug smile, knowing she was so curious. “Two days ago, at our anniversary party.” He said. “We renewed our wedding vows.”
Scarlett smiled and nodded. It had been very romantic.
“Of course, those weren’t the only vows we made ten years ago, were they?” Her husband asked.
She now licked her lips excitedly. “No.” She replied, they’d made extra vows, secret ones, during their secret BDSM wedding ceremony.
“I think it would be fitting if those were renewed as well, don’t you agree?” Lucas continued.
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied, already sliding into her role of submissive.
“Alright.” Lucas replied with a smile. “Then let’s start just like we did back then, by taking off all your clothes. I want you to be fully naked, exposed and vulnerable as you pledge your submission to me.”
Scarlett smiled excitedly. Ten years ago, she’d been in her wedding dress for this, today she was wearing comfortable hiking shoes, a short skirt and a light blouse. The plain cotton panties and bra underneath weren’t nearly as sexy as the lingerie she’d worn back then, but once it was all off and she was fully naked, things were just like then – her bottom was perhaps a bit rounder, but she tried not to think of that.
Lucas then finally opened the bag, but with his back turned to Scarlett, she was unable to look inside. When he turned around again, the bag’s flaps were pushed together, obscuring its content, but Scarlett’s attention was grabbed by the leather collar in her husband’s hands.
It was the same collar Lucas had bought for her ten years ago, the one she’d worn for the very first time during their wedding ceremony and she’d worn many times since whenever her husband had disciplined her. Scarlett smiled broadly as he fastened it around her neck again today.
Lucas then took a pillow off the bed, placed it at her feet and ordered her to kneel.
Scarlett obediently knelt down at her husband’s feet. Her bottom tingled as it rested against her heels, she placed her hands on her knees to keep them from fidgeting nervously.
She looked up at Lucas as he pulled the sheets and blankets off the bed and placed them in a large pile in the middle of the mattress. Soon she would be bent over that, she knew, her bottom chastised by her husband’s hand. She looked extra attentive when he began drawing items out of the bag and placing them side by side on the bed. While she wasn’t able to fully recognize them all from her kneeling position, she knew they were all spanking implements and toys.
The last item to come out of the bag was a small wooden box. Lucas handed it to her and asked her to open it. Inside were two folded pieces of paper. Scarlett took one and quickly scanned its words. She immediately recognized it as the written-down vows she’d made ten years ago. She almost welled up, feeling tears in the corners of her eyes as she realized her husband had kept these for all these years.
“You read yours first.” Her husband said. “And I will then repeat mine.”
Scarlett blushed for a moment as she read what she’d written down. For a moment the words felt cheesy, something fitting for a twenty-year-old, but perhaps a bit over the top for a mother in her early thirties. But then she smiled, no, she still felt the same way about her husband as she had back then. She proudly read aloud:
“Lucas, you are the man I choose to be with for the rest of my life. You are not only my best friend, my lover and the one person I can always count on; but you are also my dominant, my master, my teacher, my Sir.
I have already promised to love you, cherish you, laugh with you, and cry with you. Now I also promise to always obey you, follow you and submit to you.
I will respect you as an equal, but surrender to you as your submissive. I will put your needs and desires ahead of my own and aim to always please you and never disappoint you.
I accept your rule and guidance, I equally welcome your wrath and discipline for bad behavior as I welcome your love and reward for good behavior.
I do this of my own free will and with no hesitation or doubt.
I am yours.”
She was blushing deeply as she finished, but smiling broadly as well.
Lucas took his own piece of paper from the box. Scarlett remembered he’d memorized those words ten years ago, but he must’ve written them down to save them.
He spoke aloud:
“Dear Scarlett. I choose you for who you are. I love what I know of you and trust in the things we have still to discover. For this, I do not want to change you; just to guide you and help you become the person you can be.
I offer you my guidance, my help and all my knowledge.
In return, I expect your full submission, your trust and your body as mine. I promise to protect and cherish what you’ve freely given to me.
I promise to use the power I have as your dominant to take care of not only my own desires, but yours as well. I will use you as I see fit, to ensure both of our happiness.
I will, like I have done in the past, discipline you or reward you, when these things are necessary or asked for.
Do you, Scarlett, accept me as your dominant, now and for ever?”
Scarlett wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes. “I do.” She whispered.

“You can stand up now.” Lucas said and Scarlett eagerly pushed herself up, her eyes immediately darting to all the items on the bed.
“Ten years ago, after you pledged your submission to me.” Her husband said, ignoring her curiosity. “I gave you a sample of what life would be like with a dominant husband: a firm spanking with my hand and my belt followed by an offering of pleasure with that same hand.”
Scarlett licked her lips. “I remember, Sir.”
“I’ve made good on that promise many times over, disciplining you when you deserved it and pleasuring you just as often if not more. Have I not?” He asked.
Scarlett blushed. “Yes, Sir.” She replied. Lately perhaps not as often as in the first months and years of their marriage, but even now with kids in the house he still managed to find the time to remind her of who was in charge.
“After all this time together, a sample would be meaningless of course, so instead I’ve decided on a review, ten years of marriage, summarized in ten bullet-points to be addressed with either discipline or reward.” Lucas continued.
Scarlett licked her lips. “You’re going to punish me for everything I’ve done in ten years?”
Lucas grinned. “Not everything, just the broad strokes so to speak and it isn’t all punishment either.”
Scarlett looked back at all the implements he’d brought. She wasn’t scared or nervous, just excited. After ten years, she’d become experienced enough to take anything her husband might offer her. She’d already counted that there were ten implements, one for each year of their marriage. “Which ones are for punishment?” She asked.
Lucas laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough. But first, let’s get you across my knee for a little warm-up.”

Scarlett eagerly placed herself across her husband’s lap on the bed. Her bottom was tingling and when he placed his hand on her naked backside, she could feel the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach.
Lucas started off slow and gentle, the sound of his hand connecting with her bottom filled the room but brought no pain or discomfort yet. Scarlett knew this was going to be a long afternoon. Her husband always started off this gently when he had a long and fierce punishment planned for her. The softer he spanked her, the longer it would take and the sorer she’d be by the end.
Scarlett moaned softly, resting her body on the bed, enjoying the sensation of her husband’s hand spanking her backside, the slowly building glow and then the first faint twinges of sting. She’d try to enjoy this feeling as long as she could.
Slowly that sensation built, the glow grew warmer and warmer, the stinging pain in her backside no longer faded after each swat, but stayed ever present and grew firmer and deeper. Yet as it grew, so did Scarlett’s arousal, deep and hot just as the pain in her bottom.
Her moans became deep and loud as her husband’s hand landed across her backside harder and harder. When her bottom bounced from the full swing of his arm, she squealed and grunted. The pain became deep and fierce as she kicked her legs and yet she knew, this was just a warm-up.
When Lucas finally stopped, her bottom was bright red and stinging all over. On any other day, Scarlett might’ve earned a spanking like this for being naughty, perhaps for playfully biting him or being disrespectful by sticking out her tongue. Not a very serious spanking, but one she’d felt anyway.
“Get up, it’s time to get started on your review.” Lucas said.
Scarlett eagerly pushed herself off her husband’s lap. She was looking forward to a real spanking, a bit nervous for the pain, but actually more afraid of what he might say and what he might want to spank her for.
Lucas picked up a wooden hairbrush from the row of implements. It was the one most on the left and Scarlett wondered for a moment whether they were placed in order. “The very first implement I ever spanked you with, was a hairbrush.” Her husband said. “So it felt fitting to start this session off with one that’s very similar.”
Scarlett remembered. They hadn’t even been married back then, even as young lovers, they’d both known what they liked and who was in charge.
“That hairbrush, of course, is long gone.” Lucas continued. “Lost or broken, it doesn’t matter. This first spanking is for all the items you’ve lost or broken, be it either by clumsiness, forgetfulness or messiness.”
Scarlett blushed slightly. She’d lost or broken plenty of items in ten years time, from dropping glasses to losing remote controls in the mess they all left behind. That old hairbrush had broken too, though she blamed her husband, for using it on her backside too often had been its downfall.
She quickly followed her husband’s instructions to lay down over the pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the bed. As far as reprimands came, this one did not bother her much, she knew it was true that she was clumsy and messy, and she’d eagerly accept her punishment for it.
“Ten swats.” Lucas said as he placed the hairbrush against her bottom.
Scarlett braced herself. Ten swats wasn’t much, but her husband didn’t usually use ten different implements in a single session either.
Lucas raised the hairbrush and then brought it down firmly across her backside.
Scarlett groaned deeply. Her husband wasn’t holding back, but paddled her poor bottom hard and fast. She was squealing before the fifth swat landed and squirming and struggling across the pile of blankets by the time they reached ten.
“That’s ten.” Lucas said and Scarlett took a deep breath.
She moaned softly and let herself relax as her husband gently stroked her sore backside.
“How was that?” Lucas asked.
“Hard.” Scarlett replied, still enjoying the touch of his hand on her poor bottom.
“You’re getting ten swats just like those from each implement.” Her husband said. “But you’ll have plenty of time to rest in between.”
Scarlett licked her lips. Ten hard, firm swats, from each of those implements, a hundred in total not counting however many she’d had during her warm-up across his knee. It would be intense, but she could take it, she wanted to. “Yes, Sir.” She replied.
“The second implement I brought.” Lucas said. “Is a new one. It’s a small wooden paddle I bought especially for today. We just used our oldest implement and now we’ll be using the newest. This one is to celebrate all the new things we’ve experienced together.”
Scarlett smiled. So this one was more a reward than a punishment. She wondered if that meant he would spank her less hard. Probably not, she thought, knowing her husband.
Instead of pressing the paddle against her backside however, Lucas placed it on the bed in front of her. She curiously read its engraving: “Happy 10th anniversary” She smiled broadly and then blushed, realizing he must’ve had this special made.
Before picking the paddle back up, Scarlett felt her husband spreading a warm, sticky liquid across her back. She moaned softly as he spread the oil all across her shoulders, down her lower back and finally focussing on her backside. She moaned deeply, arching her back, wishing for those strong hands to find her warm and wet pussy between her legs. Suddenly she desperately wanted her husband to fuck her, but she knew there was still a long way to go until then and a lot more discipline to endure.
Finally, Lucas picked up the new wooden paddle and placed it across her backside. The oil had softened her skin, opened her pores and relaxed her muscles. Her poor backside was twice as sensitive as before and Scarlett squealed loudly as the paddle landed with a loud thwack across her backside.
She squealed and squirmed as her husband paddled her bottom. The swats came hard and fast and Scarlett feared she could not take this much pain, not with a freshly oiled-up backside. Ten swats wasn’t much however and they were done and over before it became too much to bear. The pain was still there but slowly diminished to a manageable level.
“We’ll take a short break, you’re allowed to get up and rub your bottom before we continue.” Lucas said as he placed the paddle back with the other implements.
Scarlett pushed herself up and vigorously rubbed her backside, massaging away most of the pain before her husband decided this review would continue. A lot of the oil on her behind had been cleared away by the paddle, she rubbed away what was left to better protect her backside from what was to come. Her skin would be extra sensitive still, but she’d be able to handle it better whilst dry.
While she took care of the pain in her backside, Lucas cleared away the pillows in the middle of the bed. Scarlett realized he’d planned multiple spanking positions just like he’d planned multiple implements and she curiously looked at the rest of the line-up. She tried to memorize them all and the order they were in, as well as the other toys that were on display, but she was too distracted by imagining each and every one of them being used on her, to remember it fully.

“Lie on your back, in the middle of the bed.” Lucas then ordered.
Scarlett licked her lips and laid down on the bed. She was eager for more, yet at the same time nervous for her bottom was still quite sore and stinging.
“Raise your legs.” Her husband commanded and when she did, he grabbed her legs and lifted her off the mattress to push some pillows under her hips, making sure her bottom was raised up as an easy target.
“The next implement.” Lucas said. “Is a wooden spoon.” He placed it against her bottom, stroking her backside, dipping between her legs and the wet, swollen lips of her pussy that was fully exposed in this position.
Scarlett moaned deeply, not able to hide her excitement, but at the same time eager to hear why he had chosen this item.
“This wooden spoon comes straight out of our kitchen and is therefore a symbol for all your misdeeds in this particular area. It’s for all those cakes and cookies you baked, whilst refraining from any clean-up after, leaving the kitchen one big mess. Yet it’s also for the opposite, the days you did not feel like cooking at all, when you decided it would be easier to order take-out than cook a healthy meal.”
Scarlett pouted. “You order even more take-out than I…”
The wooden spoon landed with a loud thwack across her backside, extracting a surprised squeal. “This review is about you, young lady.” Her husband reminded her. “My own short-comings do not excuse yours.”
She now blushed. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Ten swats.” Lucas said and he raised the wooden spoon.
Scarlett squealed and moaned as the spoon rained down on her backside, but her husband had an iron grip on her legs and she could not escape the short but intense onslaught on her behind.
When he reached ten, she was out of breath, her bottom was on fire and she tried to reach back to soothe it. Her husband stopped her however, blocking her hands. “I did not give you permission yet.” He reminded her. Instead he placed his own hand on her bottom, massaging and stroking, doing that which he had forbidden her. As he rubbed away the intense pain in her backside, his thumb playfully, teasingly reached her pussy, stroking her lips, yet never pushing inside or reaching her most sensitive spot.
“Before we continue.” Lucas said. “I have another reward for you, for the next implement should be seen as a reward rather than punishment.”
Scarlett licked her lips, horny and eager to see what he’d picked. Her only hope was it was not the massage oil again, her backside was already sensitive enough. She blushed slightly when her husband knelt down beside her and moaned deeply when he placed the nipple-clamps he showed her onto her breasts. The pain in her nipples was small but intense, different from that in her backside and much easier to endure, but just as difficult to ignore.
She still lay on her back, the chain connecting both clamps dangling between her tits, as he picked up the next spanking implement.
“Just like the wooden spoon, this spatula comes from our own kitchen.” Her husband explained. “I would of course not want you to think I’m ungrateful for your cooking. While it is true you deserved to be punished for the mess you tend to make, I also have to admit how much I love those cakes and cookies you bake. These next ten swats are for the full stomachs you provide.”
Scarlett couldn’t help but smile. For a moment she was already planning to bake her husband a batch of those cookies when they got home after the weekend; but then he raised that spatula and she couldn’t think about anything but her poor bottom as it connected, again and again, with her behind.

“You can get up and rub your bottom if you need to.” Her husband said after he finished the onslaught with the spatula.
Scarlett quickly got up, rubbing her poor behind. The pain was really settling in and yet they weren’t even halfway done, just four out of ten and the worst implements were still to come.
She was already seeing the pattern in her husband’s plan of course, punishment followed by reward. Ten swats for her misdeeds and ten for her virtues. Not that it mattered for her poor bottom however, those ten swats as a reward were just as hard and intense as those that served as punishment.
“Ready to continue?” Her husband asked, much too quickly for her poor bottom, yet Scarlett did not want to wait any longer either.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, still eager and horny.
“There’s a chest behind the bed, kneel on it and bend over the back of the bed.” Her husband commanded.
Scarlett smiled broadly. She’d seen that chest when they arrived at their room the day before. Kneeling on it for a spanking had also been the first thing on her mind back then. There was a thin cushion on the chest so that it could serve as a bench as well, so she could comfortably kneel and bend over the high back of the bed. As she reached forward, leaning with her hands on the mattress, her bottom was arched up high.
“The next implement is a ping-pong paddle.” Her husband continued. “I chose it because of how much we both like games, be it board-games, puzzle games or video games. The spanking is of course, for all the times you’ve beaten me.”
Scarlett gasped. “Wait, what? For beating you in games?”
Lucas laughed. “Of course, why wouldn’t I take advantage of this moment for a bit of revenge?”
Scarlett now blushed. She wanted to tell her husband this wasn’t fair, but he knew that, he was doing this specifically for that reason. He didn’t really care about winning, in fact he won more often than he lost. Over the past ten years he’d made it clear that being in charge meant he didn’t have to be fair, he could do what he wanted, he could take advantage of the situation whenever he pleased. And that’s exactly what he’d done on various occasions, taking advantage of his dominion over her just to please himself. Scarlett still didn’t fully understand why that turned her on so much, yet she couldn’t deny how aroused she was when her husband raised that ping-pong paddle to punish her backside for such an unfair reason.
She moaned and squealed as the paddle connected with her backside, the leather covering on the wooden surface offered barely any respite for her sore backside, especially as her buttocks were firmly arched whilst she was bent over like this.
Ten swats and her backside was on fire once more. Yet Scarlett knew she’d barely get any rest before the next set, if the pattern continued she’d now get a reward, with ten equally hard swats of yet another implement.
“Lift your head.” Lucas told her.
Scarlett had been hanging her head, looking down at the bed, focussing more on the pain in her poor bottom than anything else. As she looked up, her husband pulled her hair from in front of her eyes and hooked it behind her ears. Her renewed vision of the bed and the implements layed out in front of her was short-lived however, as her husband tied a blindfold over her eyes.
This afternoon was getting ever more intense. Her bottom was on fire, she was no longer able to see, and bent over the back of the bed, Scarlett could feel the weight of the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples pulling them down.
“The next implement is the flogger.” Her husband announced.
Scarlett smiled broadly. The flogger was her favorite implement, apart perhaps from her husband’s leather belt. They’d bought it shortly after their marriage and it was their first real spanking implement. Kitchen implements, hairbrushes or ping-pong paddles were all fun to play with, but a flogger had only one purpose and you wouldn’t be able to deny why you had bought such a thing if someone were to find it hidden under your bed. The one they owned was pure leather, black and purple and as long as her arm with dozens of thin leather strips. It was heavy and each swing landed with a thud, leaving a deep impact on your behind.
She moaned softly as her husband held the implement above her back, the many falls tickling her backside. When he raised it she braced herself and then moaned deeply as it landed with a loud thwack across her behind.
Normally Scarlett was able to take quite a few hits with the flogger, but today her bottom was already sore from the many implements that had preceded it. She squealed and squirmed, as her bottom burned.
Finally, when the ten swats were over, Scarlett was wheezing and gasping for breath. Each series of swats had gone by fast and quick, intense but short as her husband rained them down on her backside. Not with the flogger however, that implement didn’t lend itself to quick sharp strokes, the ten well-aimed, measured swats took longer, time stretching out, bottom on fire, waiting to be soothed.
“You can get up.” Lucas said.

Scarlett quickly pushed herself up, moaning deeply when the chain of her nipple clamps got stuck on the back of the bed for a second. She reached back to rub her poor backside whilst she still sat kneeled on the chest. She was still blindfolded, so she couldn’t see what her husband wanted to do.
“Move over, please.” Lucas said and Scarlett obediently, and carefully got off the chest. She stood there curiously, unable to see – still rubbing her backside – while her husband pulled aside the chest and then attached two pairs of leather shackles to the bed posts: two at the bottom and two all the way at the top.
Scarlett licked her lips. She had no idea what was happening next: Yet her husband guided her to the bed, raised her arms and spread her legs so that she stood spread-eagled against he back of the bed, where he secured her wrists and ankles with the straps. It was exactly how he had spanked her during the secret BDSM ceremony at their wedding. He’d used his belt back then, it was now also one of two items next in line.
“The slipper next?” She asked, remembering the row of implements in front of her.
Lucas grinned. “Someone is eager to continue.”
Scarlett blushed, she didn’t mean right away, but her husband had already grabbed the implement. She didn’t protest, but let him feel her up while she was fully exposed and unable to defend herself.
“The slipper is indeed what is next.” Her husband said. “Would you like to guess why I chose it?”
Scarlett licked her lips. He hadn’t asked this of the other implements before. According to the pattern it would be for punishment and there was only one thing she could think of. It made her blush deeply. “Is it because I always leave my shoes in the living room instead of putting them in the cupboard in the hallway?” It was probably the most recurring reason her husband had spanked her for these past ten years.
Lucas smiled broadly. “Exactly.” He said. “But I think the shoes are but a small part of it, let’s say they stand symbol for being messy in general.”
Scarlett blushed. She wasn’t the only one messy in their home, so was Lucas, and the kids most of all. But as her husband had said before, this review was for her, not him. She bit her lip and decided not to say anything and instead accept this punishment she surely deserved.
Lucas raised the slipper and when it came back down Scarlett squealed. Again and again the flexible leather sole striked her backside, fanning the flames in her bottom and making her shriek. Scarlett wanted to jump, to kick her legs, to reach back and protect her backside but all she could do was struggle and squirm in her restraints.
Luckily, after just ten swats, her husband placed his hand on her backside, doing what she couldn’t do, rubbing away just a sliver of pain. “Still hanging in there?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied.
His hand then slipped down, between her legs which were widely spread with her feet at the corners of the bed. He cupped her pussy, feeling its warmth, playing with her wet lips.
Scarlett moaned deeply. It wasn’t fair, she thought, not fair how he played with her arousal, alternating pain with pleasure, keeping her hot and horny even while he disciplined her, making her yearn for more punishment just because she knew it would be accompanied by pleasure and excitement.
“Open your mouth.” Her husband suddenly said.
Scarlett blushed and opened her mouth. She wasn’t surprised, she’d seen the gag among the many toys displayed on the bed before. It was a bit gag with a broad leather cushion to bite into. Her husband fastened it around her head just below the blindfold, the gag kept her mouth open and would muffle any screams that were to come.
“The next implement is my leather belt.” Lucas said.
Scarlett moaned softly, though the gag blocked most of the sound and she had to take care not to drool. She’d been looking forward to this, yet her bottom was now so sore and sensitive that she doubted whether she’d be able to enjoy her favorite implement.
“It stands for the opposite of the slipper, for while you might be messy, you also do your fair share in our household chores. In some tasks even more than your fair share I’d say, laundry for example perhaps, your efforts there make sure this belt has clean trousers to hold up, so it seemed right I’d use it to reward you with.”
Scarlett giggled at this explanation, yet it also felt good to be praised for her work. She was really beginning to appreciate how well her husband had planned this session, reprimand followed by praise, so that this afternoon together was still a celebration of their marriage even while he disciplined her.
The happiness at being praised was quickly replaced however by the feeling of pain and helplessness as the leather belt landed across her backside again and again. The sore red flesh of her buttocks rippled upon impact, the pain burning in her backside.
Scarlett screamed and struggled, but the gag blocked her screams from being heard and the restraints kept her from escaping.
Finally, when the count reached ten, she was hanging from her wrists, legs weak and trembling. Almost there, she thought, yet she wasn’t sure whether she’d be able to handle these last two implements.

Lucas freed her from her restraints and Scarlett gingerly reached back, stroking her bottom with the tips of her fingers. She’d rubbed her backside vigorously before, but now it was too sensitive for more than just a delicate touch.
She turned around to face her husband, even though she was still unable to look him in the eyes, debating with herself whether she’d tell him she needed a break. She was nervous, didn’t want to disappoint him. She also couldn’t talk unless he removed the gag. She carefully moved to the chest he’d dragged aside and set down to think, only to jump up with a squeal as soon as she rested her full weight on her poor, burning bottom.
Her husband grinned. “Having trouble sitting down?”
Scarlett mumbled something around the gag and her husband grinned deeply before he stepped closer and unclasped the straps to free her.
Scarlett blushed deeply. “Can we pause for a moment?” She asked.
“Of course.” Her husband replied. He pushed up the blindfold so that she would also be able to see.
“I mean, more than before.” Scarlett explained. “I’m not sure I can take any more.”
Lucas smiled. “Perfect timing then, I had actually planned to take these last two implements with us and finish your review out in the woods this evening.”
Scarlett smiled broadly. “That’s perfect.” She replied.
“Alright then, you get dressed, we head down to the restaurant for dinner and after we’ll go on a romantic evening walk with a short intermezzo of firm discipline in the woods.”
Scarlett blushed and gathered her clothes. “Can I take these off then?” She asked, grabbing onto the chain that connected the clamps on her nipples and waited for her husband’s nod before taking it off, also removing the gag and blindfold that hang loosely around her neck.
She whimpered softly as she then pulled her panties over her sore and sensitive buttocks, but she was sure her husband wouldn’t allow her to be so naughty as to go out with nothing underneath her skirt… Or would he? It’s only naughty if you do it without permission, he’d often warned her. “Sir?” She asked. “Is it okay if I leave my panties off tonight?”
Lucas smiled. “I guess I can allow it on this occasion.”
Scarlett smiled and quickly freed her sore buttocks of the firm embrace of her panties. She blushed slightly at the prospect of going to the restaurant in a short skirt with nothing underneath and even more for going out in the woods. But then the thought of going down to eat suddenly reminded her of sitting down on that chest just moments ago. She remembered from breakfast that morning that the chairs in the restaurant were of firm wood with no padding to protect her poor bottom. “Sir, could we wait just a moment before going down to eat?” She asked.
“I’m actually quite hungry.” Lucas replied.
Scarlett blushed. “I’m not sure I can sit down just yet.”
Her husband grinned. “We could take a pillow with us for you to sit on.”
Scarlett’s blush deepened. Yet despite the embarrassing thought of having to sit on a pillow where staff and other guests could see, the idea also greatly aroused her. They hadn’t been subtle before of course, her being disciplined in their hotel-room where the walls were thin and eager ears could be listening. Anyone who had been present these past two hours would’ve probably heard in this small hotel. Confirming their suspicions by bringing a pillow down to sit on was strangely arousing. “I guess that would help, Sir.” She replied.
Scarlett was rewarded with a look of surprise on her husband’s face. He hadn’t really expected her to agree to his suggestion, he had just been teasing her. It was true, these past ten years she’d learned it was mostly her husband who was the slightly more exhibitionistic of them both, slightly more excited by the idea of getting caught, but he had also slowly infected her. Ten years ago she’d never agree to such a thing, but now the idea turned her on enough to risk it.
After getting dressed, Scarlett stepped into the bathroom to comb her hair and touch-up some of her make-up. She blushed when she noticed in the mirror that she was still wearing her collar. She’d completely forgotten and would’ve gone down to the restaurant still wearing it if she hadn’t had to fix her hair. She’d have to ask her husband to take it off before they left.
“Alright then.” Lucas said as she returned. “Let’s go.” He’d already picked up a pillow from the bed and opened the door. Scarlett blushed and fingered the collar around her neck, then followed her husband out of the room without another word.

They met no other guests on their way down and the restaurant was still empty when they arrived. Lucas pulled back a chair for her and placed the pillow before she sat down.
Scarlett smiled, happy that no-one had seen them despite being aroused by the idea at first. She grunted softly as tried to get comfortable, the cushion helped a lot, but she’d still be squirming in her seat during most of this dinner. Luckily the pillow seemed mostly hidden by her skirt, only someone paying extra attention to her behind might see the white corners sticking out and realize something unorthodox was going on.
A waitress appeared shortly after to take their order and dinner continued without any issues. The pain in her backside slowly subsided as they had appetizers, the main course and dessert. The staff even offered them free drinks for they knew it was their anniversary.
Only when they were finished and satiated, did Scarlett remember the pillow protecting her bottom from the hard wooden chair. Other guests had arrived now and she blushed deeply as she stood up. No-one seemed to be looking their way as she picked up the pillow and followed her husband back to their room.

The last two implements were a switch and a cane. Scarlett remembered the switch well, she’d cut it herself from a tree in their garden but a few days ago – her husband had used it to teach her a lesson about being tardy. It was still supple and fresh after just a few days. The rattan cane they’d bought a few years ago. It was a traditional implement they’d wanted to try out but used rarely. It was easily the most painful of their toys and her husband therefore only used it for pleasure spankings, not serious discipline.
Lucas placed the two implements in his bag and added a coil of rope before slinging it over his shoulder.
Scarlett licked her lip, eager for the last part of her review – and even more for what her husband had planned with that rope – she followed him back out of the room for their evening walk.
Together they trekked the same route through the woods as earlier that day. The sun was hanging low over the horizon, yet it was still warm, a romantic summer evening. Scarlett wouldn’t be fully able to enjoy the romantic atmosphere however, as long as she was waiting for those last two implements, they were all that occupied her mind.
Finally her husband guided her off the track and into the woods. Just a few trees into the forest was a small clearing that was completely hidden from the path. They hadn’t seen any other hikers here earlier this morning and none this night either, yet Scarlett’s heart was racing with excitement.
“Time to finish your ten year anniversary review.” Lucas said.
Scarlett licked her lips. “How do we start?” She asked.
Lucas smiled and put down his bag. He pulled out the switch first. “Let’s start by getting you back into your proper outfit. Everything off, except for your collar and wedding ring.”
Scarlett blushed deeply. He wanted her fully naked? They’d gone hiking plenty of times before and her husband had spanked her out in woods just like these many times, but he’d always just raised her dress to bare her bottom. Yet she understood, this was just a continuation of the session they had in their room. Besides, if someone caught them and saw her getting switched by her husband, did it really matter how much clothing she was wearing?
With a blush of excitement she began to undress.
When she was done and completely naked, Lucas ordered Scarlett to place her hands against a tree and stick out her bottom. He placed the switch against her backside and then told her to spread her legs. Scarlett was already deeply excited as she offered herself for her punishment.
“In the middle of the woods, surrounded by living trees and plants and with a switch cut from a branch yourself, it seemed fitting I’d punish you for all the plants that have died in your care these past ten years.” Her husband said.
Scarlett giggled softly. It was true, she was notoriously bad at keeping plants alive. She knew this however and therefore rarely bought any, very few plants had died under her care for that very reason. But perhaps that was reason enough to be spanked, not being able to buy plants was just as bad.
“I must admit.” Her husband continued. “Your skills have improved in this lately, but perhaps not enough to make up for the past ten years.”
Scarlett smiled, accepting the praise, it was true, she had managed to keep their latest houseplant alive and even grow new leaves. She hadn’t mentioned it herself however, because she understood her husband wanted to round this review off on a lighter tone, something not too serious, because after all, in their marriage punishments like these were based on desire, not the need of real discipline. “I understand, Sir.” She said.
Lucas raised the switch and it swished through the air.
Scarlett moaned deeply as it connected with her bottom. The snapping sound seemed loud in the late, outdoors evening. The sting went deep into her buttocks, awakening the burning pain from earlier that afternoon as a bright red stripe appeared on her still pink backside.
Her husband raised the switch again and again, painting stripe after stripe, criss-crossing her bottom as Scarlett’s squeals disturbed the wildlife hiding amongst the trees around them.
Just ten strokes later, Scarlett was dancing on her feet, doing her best not to dive out of the way and avoid her punishment, but bravely sticking out her bottom and accepting all her husband had to offer. She sighed in relief when he dropped the switch and told her she could rest, knowing of course that the worst was still to come.
Scarlett stayed in place, keeping her position as she heard her husband picking up his bag. He appeared in front of her suddenly and asked her to take one step forward. The tree she’d been leaning against was young and narrow and she could put her arms around it without hugging it to her chest. When her husband tied her wrists together with the rope he’d brought however, she was just a few short inches away from the rough bark beside her skin.
“The last implement.” Her husband said. “Is once again the opposite of before, this one is for the things you’ve kept alive. To be more precise, it’s for our children, how well you’ve taken care of them and what a great mother you are.”
Scarlett smiled broadly. She loved to hear her husband say this and couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that he’d saved the most intense implement for the thing that was most important for her. These ten swats would be hard, but she would cherish them.
Lucas placed the cane against her backside. “Stick out your bottom, spread your legs.” He commanded her.
Scarlett got back in position, nervously clenching her teeth. The cane whooshed through the air and connected with her bottom with a loud snap, followed by a squeal.
With each implement before, Lucas had spanked her hard and fast, the strokes raining down on her behind, even with the flogger and his belt he’d kept up a swift pace. With the cane however, he worked slowly, giving her time to recuperate after each swat, but also savoring these last moments of their session, these last ten swats, these last ten squeals. He counted each stroke, his voice loud in the empty forest as he painted bright red stripes across his wife’s behind.
Scarlett squealed and gasped for breath with each snap, her legs were trembling and she grabbed the tree firmly with her tied up hands to keep her balance. Yet she kept her bottom sticking out, her back arched to receive each painful stroke. She’d earned them.
Then finally, when her husband reached ten, she groaned deeply. “Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.

Lucas stepped up behind her, putting his arms around her as if to hug her from behind. He reached for her wrists and rather than step behind the tree to untie her, he did so in this position, holding her in his arms as if to aid her to keep standing.
Scarlett felt safe with her husband’s arms around her, supported, but also her nudity shielded from the world around them. Most prominent however was the pressure of his hips against her sore, burning backside, the erection which she could feel through his trousers pressing against her wet, waiting pussy. He did not need to untie her just yet, she thought, he should just take her then and there, fuck her while she was still tied to the tree.
This was not what her husband had planned however. He untied her wrists and then pulled her up to stand straight. He pulled her arms behind her body and then tied her wrists together again. “Before I untie you.” He said. “I want you to show me what a good and obedient wife you can be.”
Scarlett moaned softly as she stood with her back to her husband, hands tied behind her back as his hands reached around again, to now play with her breasts. “I’ll do anything you desire, Sir.” She replied.
“Turn around.” Her husband ordered.
Scarlett turned, for a moment disoriented by the forest around them. She’d been so focussed on the tree in front of her, staring at its bark while biting away the pain that she’d nearly forgotten how out in the open they were.
“On your knees.” Lucas commanded.
Scarlett licked her lips and eagerly knelt in the grass at her husband’s feet. She could not do anything with her hands tied behind her back, so she obediently waited as her husband unzipped his trousers and freed his large erection.
It was a bit weird, and clumsy at first. She’d never pleasured her husband with her mouth, without the aid of her hands before. Yet Lucas helped her, with one hand he held his cock steady and with the other he grabbed her hair. The firm grip at the back of her neck served both to keep her hair out of her face and to stop her from toppling over as she sucked on his cock.
It wasn’t long before her husband reached his climax. He must’ve been on the edge for hours, starting early that afternoon when he started this session with the hairbrush, but delaying his own pleasure until they’d gone through his whole list of grievances and praise. Scarlett swallowed his cum and licked her husband’s cock clean.
Lucas then helped her back on her feet. “I have one last question for you.” He said. “Can you be patient and wait until we’ve returned to our hotel-room before you get your turn, or do you want to be greedy and get pleasured now, knowing there will be consequences for your greediness?”
Scarlett licked her lips. There was no way she could wait any longer and consequences sounded like even more reason to choose now rather than later. Oh, they would hurt, she knew and her bottom was already on fire, but she’d be able to take it, whatever it was. “I want to be greedy.” She replied.
Lucas smiled and walked behind her. He’d gotten better at making knots, for those around her wrists came off quickly again. He then pulled her backwards until she stood with her back against the tree. Once again he tied her arms behind its trunk, but this time with her facing outwards.
Scarlett blushed as she looked out through the forest as she stood stark naked tied to a tree. It was getting dark quickly, yet she could still see a fair distance.
Her husband then stepped in front of her, blocking her view. He knelt at her feet, like she had just done for him. Yet it somehow felt different, he wasn’t thanking her for some kind of discipline, he wasn’t pleasuring her out of submission, he was doing so as a reward, showing his love in a similar, yet also different way.
Scarlett moaned as she felt his tongue on her lips, licking up her juices, spreading her excitement as he found her clit. The pleasure he brought stood in sharp contrast with the pain he’d given her before, yet they were two sides of the same coin and they were both present as she was still very aware of the pain in her backside as he pushed her back against that tree. It wasn’t long before she too stood trembling on her legs, moaning and gasping for air as the orgasm took control of her body.
Lucas stood up and smiled at her, he had this smug smile when he knew he’d pleasured her, and pushed her over the edge. “So greedy.” He said. “You didn’t even ask me what the consequences would be. I could choose anything right now.”
Scarlett blushed. “Whatever they are.” She said. “It was worth it.”
Her husband kept his smile up as he reached his arms around her, pressing his body against hers as he untied the knot around her wrists once more. “You can put on your clothes.” He said. “Though I’d like to tell you that the thought did crosd my mind to have you finish our evening walk without them as punishment.”
Scarlett blushed and quickly pulled on her clothes lest her husband changed his mind.
“Roll up your skirt.” Lucas told her. “Make sure that bottom is bared.”
Scarlett licked her lips, a compromise then, partial nudity, but easily covered up should they encounter other travelers. “Yes, Sir.” She replied as she tucked the skirt behind its waistband.
“Hands behind your back.” Lucas continued and when she did, he once again tied her wrists together, yet this time he added a length of rope which he held in his own hands as a leash.
He then swung his bag over his shoulder, but kept the switch he’d used earlier in his hand. Scarlett knew exactly what he was planning, yet still couldn’t stop a surprised squeal as the switch landed across her sore bottom. He was going to guide her back to their hotel, switching her bottom on the way.
“Let’s get going.” Her husband said.
Scarlett set off, but was quickly rewarded with another swat across her backside. “Not that way.” Lucas said.
“Isn’t that the way to the hotel?” She asked.
“We aren’t going back yet.” Lucas replied. “We were going to have a nice, romantic walk in the moonlight, remember?”
Scarlett blushed, this might become a long walk, with her sore red bottom exposed. She wasn’t sure if any other couple in the world might find this romantic, but she did, somehow. She was filled with excitement and arousal as her husband guided her through the woods, chastising her bottom every few steps of the way. The switches weren’t hard, and she could always feel them coming as Lucas first pulled on the rope to move her hands out of the way, but they kept the pain in her backside aflame.
The sun was long gone and the moon and stars the only light revealing their path, when Lucas finally pulled on the rope to make her stop. He stopped beside her, placing one hand on her sore bottom, covering the criss-crossing of stinging red stripes. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied.
Lucas then gently removed the rope from around her wrists and freed her skirt to cover her glowing bottom, protecting it from his wrath. “Good girl.” He whispered and placed his arm around her shoulder so that they might finish this romantic walk together.
Scarlett stared dreamily ahead as she walked through the dark woods with her husband, the pain in her backside slowly fading away, but her arousal still very present. “You will still fuck me when we get to our room as well, won’t you?” She asked.
Her husband grinned. “I don’t know.” He replied. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
Scarlet giggled. “There’s a fallen tree right over there.” She said. “It looks comfortably enough for me to be bent over…”