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"Maybe," he said.
Melanie flinched at the thought, but she wasn't sure she could take another round of smacks, even though the warmth that followed was quite a thrill.
Rather than being able to bask in the excitement of the gentle massage however, Tony had a purpose for this extended moment across his lap. He had quite a few things to say to his wife, and this was as good a place as any. "There's not going to be any more fights, Melanie," he started.
"I agree," she replied.
"And there's not going to be anymore running off to your sister's house in a fit of tears." He gave her bottom a little pat for good measure. "You understand that?"
"Yes," she snuffed.
"You're going to behave like the woman you are, and we're going to take care of this house in a mature and responsible manner. Is that understood." His voice was very stern.
"Yes," she snuffed again.
"And if there's anymore lying, avoiding, running off, or bitchy nasty attitudes about the house, my work or anything else, you're going over my lap again. I'm not going to put up with your foolishness any more. We love each other and we're going to get along. If this is what it takes for us to make our marriage work, then so be it. Are you hearing me?" he said.
"Yes, sir," Melanie replied. She couldn't help herself, using the term of respect.
He was massaging her bottom more eagerly all the time. Feeling his hand on her, Melanie was reassured. She felt a quality of love from Tony that she'd never felt before. It was sweet justice done, exactly as she wanted it. Why it was right for him to paddle her for behaving so badly, she didn't now. She simply knew that it was.
"We're going to leave the butter paddle in my office where I'll have it handy for another time." Tony seemed very pleased with himself. "But for now, I'll put it away, and we'll have our next session upstairs."
"What?" Melanie gasped. He gave her rear several good squeezes, which made her gasp even more, half from pain, and half from the arousal which was all too apparent. "Now, stand up and let me see you," he said.
Melanie rose and stood in front of her husband," her head submissively bowed. She was feeling flustered, a little ashamed of herself, and most definitely excited, unsure where this whole scene would be leading. But another punishment on top of this one, she wasn't sure she could take it.
"I want to see your bottom," Tony said, making her turn around.
Melanie felt strange showing off for him.
"You're really going to spank me again?" she ventured meekly.
After you've taken the time to think about you and me and what this means. While you're at it you might take a look at your bottom yourself, and appreciate the red blush you earned so well. I'll be up later to finish it off."
She turned back around. His eyes were still fiercely lit, though the dark angry glimmer that had been there earlier was much more subdued. His firmly set jaw was exactly what she expected, and it gave her a whole new thrill inside just looking at his handsome but very stern face.
He didn't say another word, expecting her to comply with his request. And once realizing this, Melanie turned and left, her red bottom slipping quietly from the room, as Tony admired the lovely glow.
Inspecting her rear end in the bathroom mirror, Melanie felt a wild rush race through her looking at the blotchy red surface of her rear cheeks. As much as the punishment had hurt, now the feeling was amazing. So warm and tingly. She could think of nothing better than to have Tony race upstairs after her, the two of them falling into bed, restoring the magic of their sex lives with a rousing sexual romp.
To her dismay, that was apparently not in Tony's plans. There was another punishment awaiting her; and she was afraid that her husband had something even more severe in mind. She waited a least a half hour, taking time every few minutes to look again at her bottom, seeing the once bright blush fade to pink, and then disappear altogether. Except for a little soreness, it seemed the effect of the punishment was fading all too fast. With the immediate rush of excitement vanishing as well, all she could wonder about was what would happened next.
She stewed in her own juices for sometime, finally pulling off her T-shirt and donning her blue satin robe.
And beginning to think that he never would return, Melanie was pleased and anxious when Tony at last walked in the door. Looking up at him expectantly, she wasn't sure whether she looked forward to another spanking right off, or if she hoped he'd changed his mind. One thing that hadn't changed was his look. Still so stern and dominant, it immediately made her feel submissive, giving her a pleasant little jolt right between her legs.
"As much as I was enjoying the paddling down stairs, I remembered something I found upstairs."
"Oh?" Melanie asked curiously, wondering what he meant.
From behind his back Tony pulled out a leather spanking paddle, at least that was what it looked like. "I suspect that this was your
Aunt's?" he asked.
"I really don't know." Melanie had never seen it before, but from what he was suggesting, it was clear that Tony knew at least as much about Aunt Daisy as she did, maybe more.
"I found it in one of the trunks, not the one with the book. The other one, with the blue dress?"
