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Keeping Up
With The Joneses by
W Arthur, M/f spanking
The kinky wife-spanking of
one couple in this suburban neighborhood sparks an interest
from a jealous wife, who can't wait to have the same thing
from her husband.
Copyright (c) 2004 by W Arthur, all rights reserved, Not For Sale |
It was
another beautiful Saturday evening in the upscale Eagle Creek
subdivision. The smell of fresh garden flowers, new mown grass,
and barbecuing meat filled the air like a cooling breeze. Ira
Pittman stood next to his new thousand dollar propane grill,
tending four thick Omaha porterhouse steaks. Off to his side on
the corner of the redwood deck was Harrison Lee Jones - Lee to
his friends. Ira and Lee lived side by side in nearly identical
four bedroom, 2500 square foot colonials at the end of a quiet
cul-de-sac. They also worked together at the law firm of
Kaufman, Gentry, and Bellows. Ira was a rising young corporate
attorney; Lee was already a junior partner.
Sitting at an umbrella table at another corner of
the deck were Briana Pittman and Natalia Jones. They were
sipping Smirnoff Ice and talking casually. Briana was a trim and
petite blonde wearing a white sundress. Natalia was a brunette
and sported a slightly fuller figure. She was wearing a
knee-length cotton dress with a flower print. Ira loved
everything about his wife, but he was absolutely fascinated by
Natalia. In spite of her natural beauty, Natalia was shy and
reserved almost to the point of being mysterious. All Ira really
knew about her was that Lee had met her on an extended business
trip to Kiev. They fell in love - or at least developed a mutual
attraction - and were married two years ago. Natalia was
well-educated and spoke passable English, but rarely left the
neighborhood, especially alone.
Ira prodded and turned the steaks while half
listening to Lee talk about a case they were working on.
However, his eyes never left Natalia. He was particularly drawn
to the way she kept shifting and lifting her luscious bottom on
and off the seat cushion on the wicker chair on which she was
reposing. She did it so often that he began to think there was
something wrong with her.
“Why are you staring at Natalia?” Lee asked, putting
a hand on his host’s shoulder.
Ira flushed and turned immediately back toward the
steaks. He suddenly felt too embarrassed to say anything.
Lee chuckled. “Look, buddy, I know my wife is
beautiful...but so is yours. Anytime you want to swap, just say
the word.”
Ira turned the steaks one more time; a few drops of
grease dripped into the open flame and sizzled. “I’m sorry,
Lee,” he said. He knew it would pointless to deny that he had
been staring. “I guess...I saw the way Natalia was sort of...you
know, squirming in the chair. Is she okay?”
His guest chuckled again. “Oh, that...she just has a
sore bottom, that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” he said.
“What happened? Did she fall?” Ira asked.
“No, she didn’t fall,” Lee said. He peered over at
the two young women conversing. Ira appeared confused but
undeniably curious. “I...well, I spanked her this morning.” The
words just eased out in such a casual string that Ira almost
missed them.
When he finally did grasp the meaning of the words
he had just heard, he nearly dropped the barbecue fork. “Spanked
her? Is that what you said?”
Lee flashed his associate a sly, all-knowing smile.
“That’s what I said,” he affirmed.
Ira’s jaw was so slack a swarm of bees could have
flown into his mouth and he would have been powerless to stop
it. “What? How? Why?”
Lee laughed. “No wonder you haven’t made partner
yet,” he chided. “You really are naive, aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look, I love Natalia; I would never hurt her for
the world...you know that,” Lee started, “but I have certain
expectations of her performance as a wife. And when she doesn’t
live up to these expectations, I have to discipline her. She
expects it...says it’s part of learning to live in America.”
“It doesn’t cause a problem between you?” Ira
gasped.
“No...why should it?” Lee returned. “In fact, I
think it would more likely cause a problem if I didn’t do it.”
Much to his surprise, Ira discovered that his
fascination for the mysterious wife from the Ukraine had
increased dramatically. He found himself wanting to ask more and
more questions. But he didn’t. The steaks were done anyway.
Later that night, after the Joneses had returned to
their own house and the kitchen and deck were cleaned up, Ira
sat on the queen-size bed and watched his wife brush her hair.
“Do you know what Lee told me this evening?” he asked after a
long pause.
“Is it about work?” Briana said, continuing to brush
out her luxuriously long hair, revealing something of an old
fashioned side to her.
“No.”
“Then does it have anything to do with why you were
gazing at Natalia all evening?”
He squirmed and twisted a little on the bed. His
eyes came to rest on the bedside table. “I wasn’t...”
Briana smiled knowingly. “Yes, you were,” she said.
Ira took a deep breath. “Lee told me...he told
me...well, he told me he spanked Natalia this morning.” He
blurted out the last words as if they were small fireballs.
His wife smiled again patiently. “Yes, I know,” she
said.
His eyes widened. “You know?”
“Of course...she told me all about it,” Briana said.
“She said she was supposed to buy stamps and mail a bunch of his
letters and packages...but that she kept putting it off because
she was intimidated by the clerks at the post office. Then she
took a nap instead of tending to the rose garden. I guess Lee
was pretty upset about it.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“There’s nothing to understand,” she replied.
“Natalia is from Kiev. A lot of women from that part of the
world are kind of, you know, submissive. I imagine that’s what
he found attractive about her in the first place.”
Ira couldn’t believe that his wife was taking this
so casually. “And she just...sort of lets him do it? She doesn’t
mind?”
“I don’t think she likes it very much when he
actually spanks her,” Briana returned. “But it’s a small price
to pay for living in that big house in America, being taken care
of in high style.”
Ira thought for a few seconds, desperately trying to
put this into perspective. Once again, his neighbor, friend, and
business associate had trumped him, had something that he didn’t
have. “You know, Lee sounded proud of the fact that he spanked
his wife, as if it was...I don’t know...just another perk.”
Briana swiveled in her chair and regarded her
husband for a moment. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” she
declared.
“Jealous? Why would I be jealous of that?.”
Briana’s liquid blue eyes danced as she watched her
husband writhe with discomfort. “I know you, Ira,” she declared.
“Lee has something you don’t have, and you’re jealous. Admit
it.”
Ira managed to look indignant. “I...don’t know what
you’re talking about, Briana,” he sputtered.
Briana stood up, walked over to the bed, and sat
down beside her husband. “It’s okay, honey,” she said softly.
“Because, to tell you the truth...I’m a little jealous myself.”
For a second time today, Ira Pittman’s jaw dropped.
“What do you mean?” he asked, barely able to get the words out.
Briana giggled nervously and allowed her eyes to
dart around the bedroom. “I don’t know,” she started,
“maybe...maybe it’s kind of romantic.”
“Romantic?” he echoed. “You think getting spanked by
your husband is romantic?” Ira had never heard his wife of three
years talk like this. In fact, because she had a masters degree
in education and seemed to be on a fast track to becoming an
elementary school principal, he had always more-or-less assumed
that she was something of an understated feminist, even though
they had never really talked about it. Sure, she did most of the
housework and let him take the lead in the bedroom, but he had
reasoned that that was because he worked longer hours than she
did.
She leaned over and kissed her husband on his
sweating forehead. “Well, they’d probably laugh at school to
hear me say it...but...well, I...maybe I’m more traditional than
I thought...I kind of like the idea of being taken care of by my
husband.”
“What about your career?” Ira blurted. “I...thought
you were proud of your career...that you wanted to be principal
when Mavis retires.”
“I am proud of my career,” she replied. “But, I
guess Natalia made me realize I could be just as proud being
Mrs. Ira Pittman, that being the wife of a successful attorney
is also a career.”
Ira couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of the
eight male attorneys in the prestigious law firm, he was the
only one whose wife worked full time. He didn’t think it was a
problem for the partners...but maybe it was. “So...what are you
suggesting?” He didn’t know what else to say.
Now she had a more serious expression on her
beautiful face. “That I could be an excellent corporate wife -
perhaps the best - if I had the right guidance.”
“What do you mean by guidance?”
She scowled. “Oh, come on, Ira. You know what I’m
talking about.”
Actually, at that moment, he thought he did know
what she was talking about, but it still didn’t seem to make any
sense. “You...you want me to...to...spank you?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “But Natalia...well,
she...she sort of lords of it over me that her husband cares
more about her than mine does about me. And she’s not the only
one in the neighborhood.”
Ira almost laughed at the apparent absurdity of it
all. Among the wives in the Eagle Creek subdivision, apparently
having a well-spanked bottom was as much of a status symbol as
driving a new SUV. Still, as a good lawyer, he had to have
absolute clarification. “What exactly are we talking about here,
Briana?”
She smiled knowingly. “Nothing can ever be obvious
to a lawyer, can it?” she exclaimed. “Let me show you.” She
pulled her short sundress over her head, exposing a pair of
small but exquisite breasts with the nipples fully erect, and a
lush bottom encased in a white cotton thong. Before he could
react, she leaned over and draped herself across his lap. She
looked up at him and winked. “You know the pineapple we had with
the steak was from a can and the wine was a cheap domestic. I
don’t think Natalia noticed, but Lee did.” She paused for an
instant, still gazing at him out of the corner of her eye. “And
this wasn’t the first time, either,” she added. “You know, I’ll
probably do it again, too...because I’m not sure I know any
better.” She winked again.
Ira was smart enough to recognize the situation for
what it was: the moment he had to decide what kind of man he was
and what kind of relationship he truly wanted with his wife.
Still, he wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. He laid his right
hand on the naked flesh of her firm right cheek. “And...if I
do...spank you now, you will be less prone to make these
mistakes in the future?”
Briana lowered her head. “I...can only hope so,” she
replied. “But some of that will depend on how serious you are.”
So, it’s up to me, he thought. Then he realized that
of course it would up to him, that was the nature of the
relationship she seemed to want. And he wanted it too, although
he wasn’t sure if he wanted it because it excited him or because
it was the kind of relationship Lee had with Natalia. In the
end, what did it matter? He looked down at the limp body of his
wife as she lay across his lap, patiently waiting for him to
make a decision. He felt a dozen conflicting emotions as he
continued to gaze at her: uncertainty, love, lust, need, and
finally anger - she wanted him to spank her so she could ‘keep
up’ with the other wives. It was a stupid reason, but one he
understood completely. This was the neighborhood and the
lifestyle they had chosen when they moved to Eagle Creek. Now
they would have to adapt or risk being ostracized. “All right,”
he declared finally, raising his right hand over his head. “But
I want you to understand that this is not a game.” He brought
his hand down hard directly across the crack between her two
fleshy globes. She shivered with the discomfort. “Do you
understand that?”
She closed her eyes. “Yes, honey,” she said meekly.
So far, so good, he thought, raising his hand again.
He dropped it once more, producing a loud, flesh reddening slap
that seemed to go on forever. She gasped and he suppressed a
smile. Perhaps I could grow to like this, he mused. He glanced
down and saw the outline of his palm imprinted in her skin. The
sight emboldened him and he proceeded to lay down a long barrage
of stinging swats.
“Owww....owww...oh, god!” she exclaimed, squirming
and writhing across his lap, her supple breasts boring into his
left thigh and her moistened crotch grinding itself against his
cloth encased penis.
He could feel himself become aroused and that
increased his anger. This was supposed to be serious - a
punishment, a warning not to repeat mistakes, or make new ones.
He concentrated his energy in the spanking, working his hand
even harder.
After a minute or so, Briana began to cry, real
tears trickling down the sides of her glistening face. She was
still squirming and her bottom looked like the inside of an
active volcano.
He continued to spank, even as he became vaguely
aware of her tears. He had no idea when it would be appropriate
to stop. He wondered if he should say something, give her some
kind of stern lecture. He thought perhaps he should have asked
Lee a few questions about technique while they were briefly
discussing the subject of wife spanking. However, even though he
wasn’t at all sure what he was doing, he knew that the decisions
were his and his alone. “I hope you’re learning something from
this, Briana,” he managed to blurt out. It was all he could
think of to say. He delivered several more harsh swats to her
already blushing posterior. “Because if I have to spank you
again any time soon, it will not be nearly as gentle as this one
has been.” He regarded her once again. His hand and arm were
getting tired and he was definitely running out things to say.
Plus, he realized that if she continued to buck up and down on
his lap, his overstimulated penis would explode right there
inside his underpants. “Now, are you ready for me to stop? Have
you learned your lesson this time? Or do you need some more?”
She opened her eyes and released another flood of
tears. She appeared very different than she had ten minutes ago.
“Yes...yes...I...learned,” she stammered in a near whisper. Her
small chest was heaving with each sob.
“All right,” he said, resting his right hand once
more on her burning posterior. “You may get up now and finish
getting ready for bed.”
Briana raised her head as though it was made of
lead. She was still crying, but her lips were beginning to curl
up at the corners. “I...I’m already ready for bed,” she said.
Ira looked into her eyes and saw the lust. What a
powerful aphrodisiac is spanking, he suddenly realized. Maybe it
was the pain; maybe it was the stimulation; maybe it was the
loss of control...it didn’t matter. The effect was undeniable.
Carefully, he rolled her naked body off his lap and turned her
so that she was now lying on her back with her head on the
pillow. She flinched as her bottom came into contact with the
sheet, but she held her position. Seeing his wife lying supine
with her legs spread and her bottom glowing red against the
white sheet was enough to put him over the edge. Quickly, he
stripped off his pants and briefs. He didn’t bother with his
polo shirt.
He rolled over on top of her and simply seized her.
She didn’t resist or complain. He was inside her and spurting
gobs of semen in less than a minute. Much to his surprise, she
too appeared to experience a climax.
Afterward, they lay together, side by side. He
thought he should say something, as if he could somehow put the
whole scene into some kind of perspective. However, they both
fell asleep before he could find the right words.
The next morning, she cooked him breakfast,
puttering around the kitchen wearing one of his white dress
shirts. Every time she leaned over or reached up for something,
he could see his handiwork etched into her bottom. He still
wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he was certain that she
was proud of it, that was why she was wearing the shirt. She
wanted to show off her well-spanked posterior the way she had
wanted to show off her engagement ring more than three years
ago. So be it, he thought.
When Lee appeared at the back door around nine
o’clock to invite Ira to play tennis, Briana made no attempt to
cover herself. Instead, she poured her neighbor a cup of coffee
and washed the dishes while he sat at the table. Later, when Ira
was dressed and ready to go, Briana kissed him tenderly at the
door. In spite of her disheveled appearance and the slight tear
tracks on her face, she looked radiant.
Once they were outside and heading toward the Eagle
Creek tennis courts, Lee looked at his friend. “Pardon me for
asking, Ira, but what’s going on with Briana this morning? Is
she all right?”
Ira flashed him a knowing smile. “Oh...sure...Briana’s
just fine,” he said. “Just recovering from a spanking, that’s
all.”
For a brief instant, as they walked along the
sidewalk of the quiet subdivision, Ira thought he saw something
in Lee’s eyes that he had never seen before: jealousy. He loved
the sensation. And he had a strong feeling that before he and
Lee returned from their customary three sets of tennis, Briana
would have had a similar experience with Natalia.
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