Maggie was in bed when Evan called. “So ready to be done with this trip and back home,” he began.

“I’m all alone in this bed and need you here,” she replied.

“What would you be doing if I were there?” he teased.

“I’d suck you dry,” Maggie answer. She knew many women her age that despised giving head, but it was a favorite way to please Evan and whether she swallowed or wore the results, she never tired of seeing the look on his face as he came. Eventually, relayed the main event of the evening. “I’d just run out of patience with her,” Maggie admitted. “She got a spanking that I don’t think she’ll soon forget.”

“Sounds like you gave her every opportunity to course-correct,” Evan offered. “We must think alike cuz I was getting darn close to taking her out to the shop for a discussion,” he added.

“Well, I kinda obligated you for an encore when you get home,” Maggie admitted. She realized she should have discussed it before committing her husband to participate.

“I like your decision to lay down the law with her but kinda surprised at this development. Maybe should have chatted first,” he said but without accusation.

“Sorry. She was just pushing my buttons and wanted her to know we were both tired of her behavior,” Maggie countered.

“Fair enough. Happy to add my punctuation to the message but perhaps you and I need to have a discussion in the shop about how this was handled,” he replied.

“I’m happy to ‘discuss’ anything with you,” Maggie offered, “My goal is to get this girl off her ass and productive again.” Maggie thought about their most recent ‘discussion’ in the shop. She was supposed to have paid a bill while Evan was on an extended trip. She had forgotten and there had been a hefty late fee. After Evan returned, he led Maggie out to the out-building that served as his workshop. He had her retrieve the paddle that hung on the wall. He had made it when Alicia’s older siblings were teens. It was applied for only the most serious misbehavior. It was hewn from half-inch oak stock, sixteen inches long and three inches wide. Even a few moderate swats kept the recipient’s bottom sore for days afterwards.

On that evening, Maggie handed the paddle to Evan, then sloughed-off her jeans and panties. She stood in the shop, naked from the waist down, overtly enticing him to take her once he paddling was complete. She bent forward, hands on her knees and felt him tap the paddle against her bare cheeks. Three hard swats left her ass numb but her sex was now dripping wet and tingling with anticipation. She widened her stance and felt his hands on her seared ass and then softly between her legs, his finger playing with her clit. She heard him unzip and then push against her vagina before filling her with his turgid muscle. He thrust slowly at first and then more intensely, his pelvis smacking her freshly paddled bottom. Finally, he pulled back and released multiple generous streams onto her ass.

When they both had caught their breath, she picked up her jeans and panties. “Wanna try round two in a nice soft bed,” she asked, opening the door to leave.

“You gonna make the trip without pants?” he asked.

“Why bother? I’m just gonna take them off again. Besides, if you think it’s indecent, maybe you should catch me and teach me a lesson.” She slipped out the door and slowly strolled across the yard. Evan watched her walk away, her bare, bruised cheeks swaying invitingly in the moonlight.