Olivia paused right outside the front door of her apartment. Before grabbing her keys and heading inside, she reached back, placing two hands on her backside. Gently she caressed her bottom, feeling the aching, stinging pain through her fine dress, no panties underneath. Carefully she massaged her poor bottom, soothing the pain in her freshly spanked behind, preparing herself to go inside.
The gentle touch of her hands didn’t help much. Even after the long ride home, her backside still felt like it was on fire. She knew her husband would be waiting for her inside, but she couldn’t stay out here forever. There wasn’t enough time for her backside to fully cool down. She nervously placed her hands by her side, straightened her face, and went inside.
After dropping off her bag – with her panties inside – and taking off her shoes she headed to the living room where she knew her husband would be waiting. “I’m home,” she greeted him.
Daniel turned around from his seat on the sofa, a smile on his face as he greeted her, unaware of the sore red bottom she was hiding underneath her dress. “Hey, how are you?”
“Great,” Olivia replied, slightly nervous, slightly excited. She couldn’t help but smile seeing her husband after a long day at the office. And with her bottom hot and sore, she couldn’t help but feel aroused as well, even if he hadn’t been the one who’d turned it red.
Daniel got up from his seat and approached her. When he wrapped her arms around her and kissed her deeply, Olivia nearly felt herself melting in his arms. When his hands slid down her back and grabbed her bottom, she almost moaned with pleasure, despite the stinging pain. She wished he would just pick her up and carry her to their bedroom right away. A good spanking always had that effect on her… Though not right now, not when that would reveal to him what had happened at the office today.
“How was work?” Daniel asked.
Olivia blushed, and quickly kissed him again so he wouldn’t see. His strong hands on her sensitive bottom was a firm reminder of how her day at the office had been. “Good,” she whispered, without elaborating.
Her husband smiled again and then let go of her. “Mine was a bit stressful, so I’ve just tried to relax since I got home, I haven’t prepared anything for dinner.”
“That’s alright,” Olivia replied. Her husband’s office was much closer to their apartment, which was why he was always home before her. He often used that time to prepare dinner, but not always, “We can order something delivered.”
Daniel returned to his seat on the sofa and Olivia went to grab herself a drink in the kitchen. Away from her husband’s eyes, she rubbed her glowing bottom once more, now that Daniel’s strong hands had reawakened the sting inside.
“So, just good?” Daniel asked when she joined him once more, “Nothing out of the ordinary happened?”
Olivia could feel her face heating up and hoped she wasn’t blushing. Did he already know? She wondered. Had she given herself away, or worse, had he been informed? She had to stop herself from reaching back and covering her bottom as if she was a guilty, naughty girl being grilled about her actions. Even though that was exactly what she was. “Not really,” she replied.
“Then you wouldn’t mind turning around and lifting your dress for me, would you?” Her husband asked, “Just to make sure.”
Olivia bit her lower lip, he knew… There was no point in hiding it however, so she turned around and slowly raised her dress. She blushed furiously as she revealed her bright red, bare bottom to her husband.
“That doesn’t look like nothing, young lady,” Daniel said.
“No, Sir,” Olivia replied, using the honorific without thinking, she knew she was in trouble now.
“Turn around,” her husband ordered.
Olivia turned, letting her dress down as she did. Her heart was racing, nervous and excited at the same time.
“You know the rules, Olivia,” her husband said, “Trouble at work, means trouble at home.”
Olivia licked her lips, “But I learned my lesson, I promise,” she said.
Her husband shook his head. He was already rolling up his sleeves, which only made her feel more aroused. “I’m sure your boss taught you a valuable lesson, young lady,” he said, “But now it’s my job to make sure you don’t forget it.”
Olivia bit her lip hard. She’d known this was going to happen. Her husband’s rule that disciplined at work meant disciplined at home was well established. She’d only hoped she could’ve postponed it a bit longer, to let her poor bottom cool down a bit first. If she complained any further, he’d just counter with his usual: “Your boss only gets to discipline you as an employee. I get to discipline you as my wife.” The argument was ridiculous, entirely self-serving, but then again, she loved it as much as he did. None of this was against her will, not the punishment she’d received at the office, and not the one she was about to receive at home. She even enjoyed the arguing, and the scolding, so she couldn’t help but respond, “But that’s not fair, I already got my punishment.”
“I think it’s very fair, young lady,” her husband replied, she could see from his smile that he was enjoying the back-and-forth, but that he would enjoy disciplining her even more. “As far as I’m concerned, you were punished for the business impact of whatever you’ve done at work, and now you’ll be punished for failing to meet the expectations I’ve set for you at home.”
Olivia licked her lips again. She wanted to meet her husband’s expectations, and whenever she failed and had to face the consequences, she loved that even more… Without more protest she stepped forward and let husband pull her down across his waiting lap.
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