Harry stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with the towel. He was feeling happy and looking forward to the morning. He and his wife, Alice, had been to a party the previous evening which he had thoroughly enjoyed, meeting friends and laughing and joking with them.
Once he was dry he placed the towel on its rail and stepped into the adjoining bedroom. As soon as he did so his optimistic mood instantly changed to one of apprehension. Alice had moved the bedroom chair to the foot of the bed and was sitting on it, waiting for him.
"Go and get the long paddle and bring it to me." she commanded, gazing straight ahead.
Harry hurriedly did as he was told, knowing from experience the consequences of disobedience. He handed the paddle to her and stood at the side of the chair, waiting.
After a few minutes he looked at him carefully and said:
"Do you know why you are going to be punished today?"
Harry thought hard. All his recent behaviour played through his mind as if on a video, but although there were a few things which could have landed him in trouble he didn't know exactly which Alice had in mind.
"I'm not sure." He said eventually. "I try my best not to transgress your wishes."
"Do you indeed!" She retorted. "Or is it possible that there are a number of things which it could be and you don't want to say in case I have something else in mind."
"I can't remember anything I did which was really bad. I'm sorry." he muttered. He felt so vulnerable standing there naked, looking down on Alice's lap.
"Well I'd better put you out of your misery then. You have disrespected me. At the party last night you were talking to your male friends and I distinctly heard you use the word 'dragon'. Please don't tell me you were discussing mythology because they were all busy complaining about their wives. Anyway, none of them have the brains to talk about anything except sport, beer and women."
"I'm sorry. It must have been just a slip of the tongue. Please don't punish me - it hurts so much." He pleaded.
"Hurting is the point of a punishment. A few light taps on your bottom wouldn't stop you doing anything." Alice was secretly enjoying Harry's nervousness. She enjoyed giving him a hard punishment and once she got started she went at it with a will. But at the moment she was still enjoying playing with the power she had over him.
"Perhaps I should let you off." She continued, teasingly. "After all you had a little bit to drink and you probably felt you had to join in with the other men to avoid looking weak."
"That's it." He said quickly. "That's it exactly. You don't need to spank me. I'll do extra chores and take you out somewhere nice to make up for my mistake."
A thin smile played across Alice's face. It was a smile of sadistic pleasure. In her mind's eye, Harry was already across her lap getting his bottom well and truly scorched.
"On the other hand..." She paused. "If I let you off this time you might think you can get away with even worse behaviour. So no! You will be soundly punished until I am satisfied you have learnt your lesson."
Harry knew there was no more to be gained from pleading. Alice drew her skirt up towards her hips and patted her thighs with the paddle.
"Down you come." She said, with more than a hint of relish in her voice.
He leant forward and positioned himself across her lap, putting his hands on the floor and raising his legs.
Alice raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on his naked bottom. It was long enough to strike both cheeks at the same time, and thick enough to impart an intense sting from the outset. Harry screwed up his face in pain, all his muscles tensing. She let the paddle rest on his bottom for a few moments then slowly raised it again and brought it down even harder. As the spanking continued she slowly increased the pace, gaining energy as she watched his buttocks quiver, squirm and redden under the onslaught. She never wore underpants when she spanked him so each stroke reverberated through her thighs to her naked skin on the leather seat of the chair, making her increasingly horny. At the same time Harry was becoming overwhelmed with the pain. The idea of being spanked by Alice always turned him on, but when it actually happened in reality he only wanted it to stop. It was just sheer pain for him and ecstatic pleasure for her.
Eventually she saw signs of blood on his cheeks so she stopped, picked up an antiseptic cloth and wiped both the paddle and his bottom, checking the damage to his skin. He winced at the concentrated sting of the disinfectant, then slowly relaxed as this was a sign that the chastisement was over. For a few minutes she was content to sit there feeling the pressure of Harry's weight and a warm moist sensation at the top of her inner thighs.
"You can get up now." She said.
Harry raised himself up to his feet. As he did so, the skin on his bottom, which had thickened during the paddling, squeezed together in tiny folds, intensifying the soreness. He gently rubbed the injured area.
"I'm very sorry." He said contritely. "I will never disrespect you again."
Her eyes glinted and the thin smile returned to her face.
"Of course you won't dear." She said. "But just to make sure, go and get the cane."