Think Carefully 10

Beyond Spanking

{ Note: This is the tenth installment of this story. If you have not read the previous chapters, this one will make more sense to you if you do. The opener can be found here: Think Carefully. }

“John, does the number four-hundred-thirty-seven mean anything to you?”

I was working in our bedroom when Gloria entered with that question. I’d finished dusting and putting the tops of the dressers in order. There was an impressive collection of miscellaneous crap on mine, from loose change and receipts I’d taken out of my pockets dating back almost a year, to keys I no longer recognize fitting locks I no longer own. I was now working on our queen-size bed. I’d stripped off the sheets, dumped them in a heap on the floor, and was trying to figure out which way the clean bottom sheet fitted on the mattress.

Are you familiar with fitted sheets? Of course, you are. And you probably know that the first challenge when using them is finding the damned corners. Next, is orienting them, so the long side of the sheet runs along the long side of the mattress. Trivial tasks that can be irritating as hell when you’re not in the mood for guessing.

But back to our story, there I was toiling away in the bedroom when Gloria appeared and asked me a math question that made no sense at all. “No, dear,” I sighed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you know how this damned sheet goes on the mattress?”

“Did you already change the mattress pad?” she asked.

“No, do I need to?”

“If you want to score higher than a three on this chore.”

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“What was that, darling?”

“Nothing, dear.” I dropped the clean sheets on a chair and pulled the mattress pad off the bed.

“Back to my question,” Gloria said. “Four-thirty-seven. And I’ll give you a clue, it has to do with collections.”

Collections? I’m not a collector of things. If you don’t count the old receipts and crap I had on my dresser. “Sorry, I’m drawing a blank here. What are you talking about? Is there a bill I’ve forgotten that has gone to collection?”

“Not that kind of collection. Something much naughtier.”

Shit! I thought. She was checking out my computer. Did she find the folder I use to save spanking pictures from the net? There aren’t that many…are there? And how the hell could she find it? It’s buried deep and has an innocuous label.

“Sorry. Still not ringing any bells,” I said. Meanwhile, an alarm bell was going off in my head. Oh, crap! How many terrible ideas will she get if she browses through those images—especially the captioned ones?! Many of those male asses are way redder than any spanking I ever want to experience. And that’s not considering some of the other games those couples play that go way beyond spanking.

Gloria sat on the edge of the bed I was trying to make up and said, “Why don’t you drop your pants, get over my knees, and I’ll jog your memory.”

“Aw, come on. I’m trying to get my chores done.”

“What’s rule number eight again?” she asked. “Or should I move that plaque of your rules back to the kitchen?”

“Yeah, yeah. Look at me being all ‘accepting and penitent,’” I said, undoing my pants.

I lay across Gloria’s lap with my upper body resting on the bed, my pants at my ankles.

“I think we can dispense with these,” she said, inserting her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. “Raise up.”

My ass uncovered, Gloria delivered a hard  SMACK!  followed by five more in rapid succession.

I grunted with the impacts. She was really starting off with hard spanks, even though it was just with her hand. “At the risk of sounding unaccepting,” I said when she paused, “could you please ease up a bit? You haven’t even told me what this spanking is for.”

“Your memory seemed to need some solid ‘jogging,’” she said.  SMACK!  “Is the source of the number four-thirty-seven coming back to you yet, or should I send you for my hairbrush? It’s just in the bathroom, there. The trip wouldn’t interrupt this session for too long.”  SMACK!

“No, not necessary. Is that the count of pictures downloaded to my computer? It sounds high.”

“Pictures?”  SMACK!  “You’ve downloaded pictures,”  WHAP!  “to your computer?”  SMACK!  “What kind of pictures?”  SMACK!  WHAP!  SPLAT!

“Ouch! Easy please, darling. Pictures of men being spanked. But I didn’t realize there were that many.”

“Oh yes,” Gloria said, continuing to punctuate her words with hard spanks delivered to my bare bottom. “Four…hundred…thirty…seven. You also have folders filled with stories and videos. I haven’t gone through all of those yet, to see what they contain, but some, I noticed, go way beyond spanking. Perhaps I’ll check them out after I finish with you here.

“I’m not sure how many spanks you’ve received so far, but let’s shoot for four-hundred-thirty-seven and see if my hand will last that long.”

Gloria kept me over her lap for a good long time, though far less than the target number she mentioned. I wasn’t counting, but I’d guess her hand gave out before she reached fifty. Still, much to my dismay, she did much better than the first time she spanked me with her hand. I had a real fire building back there by the time she stopped.

When she did finally stop, she blew on her hand and said, “That will have to do for now. You can get up, dear.”

I climbed off Gloria’s lap and rubbed my bottom. For not having used her hairbrush, she did an amazing job on my ass.

I looked around for my boxers. I’d kicked them and my pants off during the spanking and wasn’t sure which direction they’d flown. Seeing them on top of my dresser, I turned in that direction.

“Just leave those for now,” Gloria said. “I left my phone in the den. Would you fetch it for me? And while you’re gone,” she added, standing, opening her belt, and grinning, “I’ll get ready for you to thank me properly for your discipline.”

“Mind if I put some pants on first?”

“Don’t bother,” she said. “In fact, why don’t you get used to wearing very little around the house. I kind of like the idea that I can take my hand, belt, hairbrush, or whatever to your little bottom and admire the results for hours afterward. Now, go get my phone, and be quick if you don’t want me to spank you again. Don’t forget I owe you at least three-hundred-fifty more spanks based on your photo collection alone.”

I felt exceedingly vulnerable and exposed as I stepped down the stairs to the den with my privates swaying in the breeze, even though there was nobody down there to see me. I proceeded down the hall, foolishly self-conscious. When I arrived at the door to the den, I saw Gloria had cocked the desk at an angle so my computer screen was visible from the doorway. On the screen was a video I’d downloaded months ago that showed a naked man wearing a cock cage and being pegged by a naked woman. Gloria must have set it to play in a loop.

“Oh, shit!” I muttered. I don’t even know why I saved that damned mp4. True, what you could glimpse of the man’s ass from that angle looked red from a spanking, but that was not the primary emphasis of this little tableau. It went way beyond spanking. The woman was fucking him good, eliciting grunts and groans with every thrust she slammed all the way in, to the limit of her plastic balls. I’ve never participated in that game, and have no great interest in doing so, but there is something about that video that just draws and fixates my attention. Apparently, it caught Gloria’s eye as well.

“Damn,” I grumbled, “I hope she does not want to make that a new part of our sex life.” While I was saying this to myself, and meaning it, a part of me did hold some curiosity, some base interest in knowing what it would be like. I took a few seconds to close out the video program, snatched the phone off the desk next to my keyboard, and hurried back upstairs.

When I got back to the bedroom, Gloria was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but she was now naked from the waist down. She smiled and pointed at the floor between her feet. I like to go down on her because she responds so well, and I take pleasure in providing pleasure to my love. I dropped to my knees, handed her the phone, and moved in, exhaling a long, slow, hot breath on her labia.

“Did you notice anything while you were down in the den, dearest?” Gloria asked.

Notice anything? I thought. How could I not? “You’ve rearranged the furniture some,” I said, not wanting to mention the pegging video, or the fact that the man in it was chastised.

“Yes,” she said. “I made it a little easier to see your screen from the hallway. You’ve been spending your time on the internet looking at naughty pictures. From now on, leave the hall door open while you are on the computer so I can view in passing what naughtiness you are up to. Oh, and one other change I made in that regard, I copied the folders containing your collections of images, videos, and stories from your computer to mine, and locked those folders on yours. You’ve enjoyed them enough, I think, and I’m not finished going through them to identify more keys to your fantasies beyond spanking.”

I had worked my tongue from her outer lips to her inner, and could tell from the way her speech changed as she talked about my collections that I was getting to her. It may also be that her memories of some of those pictures turned her on as well. Still, there was something frightening about her mining those photos and videos for ideas to bring to our marriage.

I pulled my head back far enough to look up to her and say, “Please remember that those materials are for my fantasies, not what I wish for in reality. The women in them are much meaner to their men than I would ever want you to be. And most of their activities beyond spanking would not appeal to me in real life.”

“I can’t blame you if you find some of the caning pictures frightening,” she said. “They look brutal to me. I don’t understand why you saved them, unless it was because of the captions. And yes, I also noticed many of them included other forms of dominance and submission beyond spanking. We should definitely investigate some of those. Broaden our repertoire, as it were.”

I opened my mouth to reiterate my position, but Gloria clenched a fistful of my hair and pulled my face back to her pussy. “I know,” she said. “Those are just fantasies. And yet, you went to the trouble to save them on your machine.

“Oh, yes,” she panted as my tongue met her clit, “just like that,” she groaned.

END of Part 10

The story continues in Think Carefully 11 

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