Wendy - Part 3

A few weeks after our “wellness sessions”, she emailed me that she had been stopped for speeding but had been let-off with just a warning.

‘Sounds like the kind of behavior that really deserves a good bottom warming,’ I suggested. She only playfully objected, agreed to pay me a visit the following weekend to receive her punishment.

She arrived on Saturday morning and we spent a few minutes chatting over coffee and the scones she had brought along. I finished my coffee and led her into my living room. I had placed a hairbrush, butt plug and lube conspicuously on the coffee table. Just the anticipation of spanking her was making me stiff. I sat on the couch and prompted her to might right side. She began to drape herself over my lap. “On the bare,” I instructed. She pause and unfastened her jeans and pushed them and her panties to mid-thigh before going over my knee. I began to spank her round butt with enthusiasm. When it was uniformly pink, I pauses and rubbed it and reveled in the warmth and softness of her bottom. I wanted to plunge my fingers inside her but resisted as this was to be punishment for her. “Give me the plug and lube,” I ordered. I put a dab of lube on the tip of the plug and slowly worked it into her. “Now the brush,” I said. She handed me the brush and I began to re-heat her bottom with the improvised hardwood paddle. When her butt was bright red I paused and felt the heat. I released her and she jumped up and began to try and rub-out the sting. She began to pull up her jeans and I blocked her hand. “You deserve a final dozen with my belt,” I explained as I unbuckled the heavy bridle leather belt I wore.

“Perhaps I could persuade you to give me only…six?” she queried, her hand rested on mine, then she proceeded to open my pants. She slowly stroked me as she pulled my pants and boxers down with her free hand. She paused and doffed her top and dropped to her knees. She continued to stroke me, watching my expression. She felt me tense and directed my emission onto her cleavage. She swiped a rivulet with her finger and licked it clean. “Mmm…I’m ready,” she rose and turned to present her still-bare bottom to me. I slowly gave her six strokes, leaving an array of darker lines on her red bottom.

“Can I use your shower?” she asked, playing with the still sticky residue on her breasts.

“Be my guest,” I replied. “Let me know if you need any help scrubbing.”

“I think I will need some assistance getting certain parts clean.” She turned and ostentatiously popped her bra as she walked away.