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It couldn't have hurt her, there was too much padding between his hand and her skin, but she was flailing as madly as she would if he were using a paddle on her naked bottom.
"Maybe this will spark you fires again," Tony said, in response to her repeated protests.
"You can't do this," she squirmed and wiggled, but Tony was well practiced now in holding her down. Besides, she wasn't really resisting all that much. Her cries were certainly intent, but she was hardly waging a pitched battle. She was raising just enough protest to sound good, but Tony got the impression that she wanted to be spanked as much as he wanted to spank her.
For the first time in days, Melanie was feeling something. She wasn't sure herself what all the gloom and doom had been about; but she was sure now that both her emotions and her sexual fires were ignited, and that felt good. A shock wave seemed to bolt through her, and she was on fire everywhere.
With a quick jerk however, Melanie was on her feet again, a little shaky but staring wild-eyed at her husband.
"We're not done," Tony told her. His voice was cold as ice, and his glare held her petrified.
"No?" she inquired meekly.
"Get me the butter paddle."
"No, not that!" she moaned.
"Yes, that. If this little spanking worked a little, just think what the paddle will do?"
"Please. . . ." she whined softly, hoping to change his mind, though Tony looked determined.
"If I have to get it, you'll be very sorry," he warned. He was about to rise from his chair, and Melanie took off, scampering toward the house. Maybe Tony was right, maybe this was what she needed. Regardless, they were traveling down that path again, and there was little alternative.
She found the butter paddle in Tony's office where he kept it now, though he hadn't used it on her since her first spanking. Carrying it back to him, she acknowledged that while she was so depressed about "lord knows what," she was now rising to the thrilling occasion sparked by the rash sensations racing through her.
She hated the thought of the paddle on her bottom, but it seemed to be the one thing that made sense. Returning to the gazebo, Melanie handed the requested implement to Tony.
"Now, off with your pants," he said, as he grasped the paddle firmly.
"Here?" No panties?" she asked.
"Here," he confirmed.
What a terribly nasty thought. "Outside?" she questioned him again.
"We're hardly in the middle of a public place," he reminded her. The house and garden were well secluded from accidental onlookers, though that didn't seem to make any difference to Melanie; anything outside, in the nude provoked the most deliciously decadent thoughts in her head. She wished this was just going to be for erotic purposes, but she was sure that there would be much more than a sensuous spanking in store for her.
Fumbling with the buttons on her jeans, Melanie finally pushed them down off her hips to her ankles, kicking them off to one side.
"Those too," Tony ordered in his solemn voice.
Melanie removed her thin pink panties, and stood in front of her husband nude from the waist now.
"I suppose you might as well get rid of the shirt too. I like the idea of full exposure."
Melanie did too, though she shivered wondering if she would be unlucky enough to have some friend driving up the driveway, just at that moment. But putting that idea out of her head, she pulled the T-shirt over her head, and stood stark naked for Tony to view. He seemed to like what he saw, but he didn't comment on that, even though Melanie could detect the crotch of his pants rise just a little when he looked at her firm bust, and the sumptuous flesh of her thighs and pussy.
"Perhaps a good dose of this will cure what ails you," Tony suggested, waving the butter paddle at her.
"I think that's hardly the cure," Melanie automatically protested, even though she couldn't wait to begin.
"Too bad. I'm going to do it anyway," he replied. "Over my lap now!"
Relenting, Melanie went over Tony's strong lap and waited for the first rude smack.
With Tony's initial burst of anger having passed fifteen minutes before, this spanking was much more deliberate and methodical than the first one. Tony smacked her hard with several quick smacks, first on one wiggling rear cheek, and then on the other. Alternating from cheek to cheek, he proceeded to give her a very sound punishment, until her bottom was glowing with a lovely red blush.
"Oh, my god, this stings," she wailed. The wood felt so sharp and burning on her skin. It was much more painful than the leather spanker. She was grateful when Tony would stop for just a moment, and she could appreciate the feel of her well warmed rear. But when she wiggled as if she wanted more, and Tony accommodated her readily, laying on the paddle for another sharp blast. The swift journey over the reddened flesh aroused her more, even as the pain increased in degree.
