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HER FIRST ONE by
Karenq
Tiptoeing in at 2:30 am, Carolyn's caught by her furious
husband and finally made to pay for her reckless evening out.
Copyright (c) 2005 Karenq all rights reserved
She apprehensively looked at her watch.
It was going on 2:30 a.m.
The lights were still on in the house.
Not a good sign.
Digging through her purse, she found
the roll of breath mints. Popping two into her mouth, she
quickly grinded them with her teeth.
“Please, please, just be watching a
movie,” she murmured as she stuck her key in the door.
Her keen ears did not hear the
tell-tale sound of their TV or the static from their decrepit
DVD player.
Shrugging off her coat, she threw it
over the arm of a chair. The closet door creaked, so she didn’t
want to risk hanging it up. If she was very quiet, she could
sneak through the kitchen and up the stairs without being seen.
She had done it before. Alan was a heavy sleeper, and perhaps
he had dropped off in the living room reading a book.
She picked up her purse and as she
slung it over her shoulder, it hit the stair railing knocking
down her umbrella that was dangling from it. The resulting
clatter sounded to her like an earthquake.
“Shit!” she exclaimed under her breath.
Footsteps approached; the front hall
lamp was turned on.
He stood there staring at her. His
tall, lean form just a shadow in the dim light. His dark eyes
silently appraised her. His mouth was a firm straight line.
“You’re home. I was worried,” he
finally said in his low rumbling voice.
Carolyn faced her husband. “Sorry, it
went later than I thought it would.”
He took a step towards her. “You could
have called.”
“I forgot to bring my cell. It’s at
the office.” She deliberately put a light and breezy lilt in
her tone.
He pursed his lips at this. “There’s
no payphones at the hotel? I would find that rather odd.”
So, it was going to go down like this,
she thought. She was so very tired, and all she wanted to do
was slip into bed to sleep.
Instead, she was going to get the third
degree.
“I didn’t know conferences ran this
late,” he persisted in pressing the issue.
“I went out with some of the other
sales reps after it was over. We went to dinner. I told you
that would probably happen.” Resentment began to creep into her
voice.
Alan nodded. “Yes, you did. However,
it’s really late and when you didn’t call, my imagination kicked
into overdrive. Perhaps you were in a car accident or maybe
someone hit you over the head and you were lying on some
deserted road.”
Carolyn cut him off. “Well those
things didn’t happen, obviously. I’m sorry. I should have
called. I’m sorry you were concerned. I’m really beat. Can we
call it a night?”
She brushed past him.
He reached out and grabbed her hand.
“We need to have a talk.”
Carolyn turned to him. Okay, he was
really ticked. If she handled this the right way, she could
still appease him.
“Alan, can this discussion wait until
morning?”
At the deadpan expression on his face,
she felt her own temper rising.
“I don’t appreciate being drilled and
scolded like some teenager who’s missed her curfew. I’ve
already apologized. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Just let it go, already.”
This time she made it as far as the
bathroom.
He had let her go but inside his mind,
he knew it was time to take a firm stand. She felt no remorse.
She was acting the same way she always did—impulsively,
carelessly and selfishly.
Striding after her, he grabbed her arm
this time. He was so close that he could now smell her breath.
She had been drinking. The anger in him rose swiftly.
“No, it can’t wait. We’re having that
talk now.”
He hauled her into the living room.
She allowed herself to be dragged.
Carolyn didn’t want to fuel his wrath anymore.
He practically threw her into an easy
chair.
She gazed up into his eyes; they were
cold and unrelenting.
He started to pace around the floor.
“Do you realize how many times you’ve
done this?”
“Done what?” she couldn’t resist
snapping.
Alan didn’t like her attitude at all.
“Acted irresponsible, taking precarious
risks without giving a damn for what anyone else might think or
care.”
Here comes the litany of my sins, she
mused but wisely kept to herself.
“You volunteer at that shelter which is
in a very bad neighborhood. I told you I didn’t like you
working there. I believe you laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry
Alan; I have my can of Mace’. I wasn’t amused.
The night your car broke down there and
you were stranded; you actually walked to the bus station at one
o’clock in the morning instead of phoning me for a ride. Drugs
are rampant there. Gangs have been known to lurk and attack
people. You could have been raped.”
Carolyn swallowed nervously. He seemed
to be on a roll now.
“I bought you that cell phone so you
could call in emergencies like this. You always manage to leave
it behind somewhere. You work long hours and then you go out
drinking with your girlfriends. I’m left behind to do the
household chores you conveniently forget to do. I have a job
too that’s just as important.”
“I need an outlet to have fun, Alan.
My work is very stressful. No one said you couldn’t go out and
have a beer with the boys.”
He stopped pacing, clearly
exasperated.
“You’re missing the point. You always
put your own needs first. Marriage is a two-way street of give
and take. You just take and take, and what do I get? ‘Oh,
sorry, Alan, I forgot the groceries again.’ ‘I forgot to pick
up your dry cleaning.’ ‘The dishes can wait until tomorrow.’
Do you even notice that they’re washed and put away that
very same night?”
She wearily rubbed her forehead. “What
do you want me to say? Please forgive me, Alan. I’m not
perfect. I fucked up again.”
Her insolence enraged him.
He stood there with his hands on his
hips. There was only one way to get through to her. It had
finally come down to this. He started rolling up his sleeves.
Carolyn watched him uneasily.
“What did I say you needed the last
time you came home late without calling first?”
Sitting quietly with her legs crossed,
a slow blush rose to flush her face red. She shifted her
position uncomfortable where this discussion was leading.
He suddenly swooped down in front of
her, crouching to her level. He grabbed her chin and forced her
to look at him.
“What...did...I...say...you...needed?”
he enunciated every word very clearly.
She was too embarrassed to say it.
Alan shook her lightly. “Tell me!”
By God, the bastard was going to make
her say it. Fine, she would spit it out.
“You said I needed to be disciplined.”
She looked down at her legs feeling
warm all over.
Still, he urged her on.
“And by what method did I say you
should be disciplined?”
He was still holding tightly to her
upper arms.
Carolyn spoke to her feet. “You said I
needed to have a good sound spanking for my behavior.”
He let go of her.
She shyly glanced into his eyes from
under her bangs.
He just nodded.
“I didn’t think you were serious,” she
said in a small voice.
Alan didn’t laugh or in any way
indicate to her he had been joking.
“That’s painfully obvious. I was
serious then just as I am now.”
“So what are you saying Alan? You’re
going to spank me like some errant little girl? Isn’t that a
little too kinky?” She dared to rasp this out.
He raised himself to his feet, walked
over to a high-backed chair and brought it to the middle of the
room.
“It’s not meant to make you feel
childish. The purpose would be to let you know you’ve gone
beyond allowed limits. It’s to bring you back and show you I
care what happens to you.
As to being kinky, believe me
Sweetheart, this wouldn’t be an erotic experience. Punishment
isn’t supposed to be fun and games.”
He was actually talking like this was a
done deal; that he would do it and she would simply have no
choice or say in the matter.
“What if I refuse to go along with this
ridiculous power trip of yours? Why do you get to say what the
rules are and when they’re broken?”
In his even and tempered voice he
replied, “You’re the one that’s out of control. As your
husband, it’s my duty to rein you in. I’ve tried talking to
you. I’ve tried explaining the risks to you of your rash
behavior. This is the only recourse I have left. There must be
consequences. Don’t make it out to be my fault we’ve reached
this impasse or some dominant need in me to play master. If you
refuse to accept what is coming to you and what you richly
deserve, then I really don’t know where our marriage is
heading. I can’t live like this. I lose sleep at night when
you’re not home. It’s an intolerable situation, Carolyn.”
She hung her head. She could tell he
meant every word. He only ever called her by her full name when
he was upset.
“Stand up,” he calmly ordered.
Oh God; now she was getting scared.
“I won’t tell you again, Carolyn. If
you don’t do it, I’ll walk out of this house tonight and I may
not come back.”
He looked steadily at her.
Slowly, she stood up and hugged her
chest tightly.
“Come here.”
It was just a short walk to where he
was, but it seemed to her like the last mile before execution.
“Look at me.”
After her eyes met his, he murmured, “I
love you. That’s why I have to do this.”
Taking her hand, he sat down on the
chair. He moved his fingers up higher on her arm and pulled her
down across his lap.
She steadied her balance by putting her
hands down on the floor.
Carolyn gasped out in fright, “Please
don’t, Alan. I’ll change. I swear it.”
“I know you will,” he soothed.
His hand rested on the small of her
back.
She waited, closing her eyes and
inwardly cringing trying to prepare herself.
Carolyn had never been spanked before.
Her parent hadn’t believed in it. The closest she had come to
it was when one of her boyfriends at the university had
threatened her with one after she had thrown a glass of wine on
his shirt in the heat of an argument. He hadn’t followed
through, though.
She bit her lip. Shit! If he was
going to fucking do it, then do it already and get it over with.
He continued to rub her back and then
moved his hand down to her plump yet pert bottom.
“You were drinking tonight. You
actually drank then got in your car and drove home.”
The blood was rushing to her head.
His deceptively calm tone didn’t fool
her. He was seriously pissed now.
“I didn’t have a lot,” she said
defensively.
“Carolyn, you get tipsy after a glass
and a half of wine.”
He paused. “You could have caused an
accident. Not only did you risk your own life but others as
well. What if you killed somebody? WHAT IF YOU HAD KILLED
SOMEBODY TONIGHT?”
His voice suddenly rose and his hand
smashed down on her backside.
She yelped and jumped on his lap at the
unexpected blow.
It was soon followed by a rapid
succession of others that literally took her breath away.
Thoroughly, methodically and
painstakingly, Alan managed to spank every inch of her bottom
including her upper thighs.
Hot tears formed in her eyes. Fuck!
It was really stinging.
He was relentless. “I’ve had it,
Carolyn, with your carelessness and thoughtlessness. This is
long overdue. If your father had done his duty when he needed
to, you wouldn’t be in this position right now.”
After cracking her another good one, he
tugged her skirt up to her waist.
“What are you doing?” she managed to
eke out between slaps.
“You’re not getting off easy. We’re
doing this the whole nine yards.”
He rolled her nylons down.
Carolyn raised one hand instinctively
to her panties.
“Please Alan. I’ve learned my lesson.”
He caught her hand with one of his own
and trapped it behind her back. With the other, he grasped the
edges of silk and yanked them down to her knees, baring her full
behind.
Oh God! She had never felt so
humiliated in her life. This man was her husband. He had seen
her naked many, many times, but to see her like this in such a
vulnerable position made her cry even louder.
He started up again raining down one
powerful whack after another.
She was in real agony now. Would he
ever stop?
He concentrated on one cheek than the
other and then he would quickly alternate back and forth.
She was sobbing in earnest now.
He didn’t stop or show any mercy.
Every time she tried to wriggle away
from his hand, he would wallop her harder.
So, Carolyn ceased trying to avoid the
constant paddling.
Alan seeing her give up struggling
became less heavy-handed. Her bottom was crimson and starting
to bruise. Her crying was affecting him too though he tried not
to let it.
Finally it was over.
He helped her regain her footing.
She stood before him like a
well-chastened little girl. Her face was streaked with tears.
Her eye makeup was smeared all over. Her hands went back to rub
her burning rear.
To him, she had never looked more
beautiful. He had wondered if she would take it. He had fully
expected her to balk forcing him to leave their home when he
didn’t want to. Ironically, she had shown him how much she
loved him by submitting.
“Hey, come here,” he softly whispered.
This time she didn’t hesitate
He pulled her on to his lap.
She gingerly sat there trying to get
comfortable. Every part of her ass was inflamed.
Curling her arms around his neck,
Carolyn buried her face in his chest.
“Shhhhh Carrie,” he soothed. “It’s all
right now. Everything’s forgiven. We’ve got a clean slate
now.”
“I love you Alan,” she said in a soft
undertone. “I don’t ever want you to leave.”
“I won’t as long as we both understand
what will happen the next time you get out of line.”
He lifted her face to his.
She just nodded.
To him, it was enough.
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