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With each new round, Melanie was so hot, she cried out louder than ever. She was angry, elated, hurting, squirming, squealing, and completely undone, not knowing whether to hate or love it, try and bolt away, or yield and stay. Her feelings for Tony were as mixed as they were for the spanking itself. She could pummel him in an instant with a vicious wrath, or fall into his arms and make love, even as he continued to smack her bottom.
She was mixed up, happy and enraged all at once.
But she certainly wasn't depressed anymore.
Tony had never seen Melanie like this, it seemed as if she was fighting herself. Certainly there was a lot more going on than curing simple depression. The quality of her protest was different than he'd ever heard from her, and though he was initially wary of its intensity, his gut told him that she would finally calm.
After what seemed like an eternity, he could feel her finally relinquish. Her protests turned to sobs, the thrashing finally ceased, and her whole being appeared to yield as he'd known her to before. Seeing her bottom so wickedly raw, he had no desire to inflict more punishment. Deciding enough was enough, he put the paddle down, pulled her into his lap, and as Melanie whimpered quietly, he gently massaged her bottom. Letting her cry, he soothed her with his affectionate hand, and tiny kisses to her tear dampened face.
"Hey," he said softly, pulling back so he could look at her. "You know now what's going on?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "I'm just glad you're here, and that you spanked me out of that horrible gloom. It's just . . . ."
"Just what?" he asked. He thought perhaps the answer to her problem was right on the tip of her tongue.
"Just that," she looked at him so sheepishly, she didn't know how to say what wasn't quite clear to her. "Finishing this house, just didn't do it for me."
"Do what?" he asked.
"Make me happy. I thought it would. I mean it's gorgeous, beautiful, but what now?" she asked him.
He looked at her impressed with the piece of self awareness that seemed to come out of no where. He was impressed, but not altogether shocked. It was obvious that she wasn't happy when the house was done.
"I think, my love, that's something you're going to have to figure out." He wiped her tears away with his hand, and then pulled her closer to him. H
er naked bottom was still burning warm from the good abuse. "At least we know that spanking you is good for something other than punishment," he added. He patted her softly.
"I thought we already knew that it turned us on," she said, switching gears rapidly. She realized how aroused she was, realized that days without sex had finally caught up with her. "You suppose we could have sex right here?" she said, slipping down between Tony's legs.
"I don't see why not," he said. It's just you and me and the bugs out here."
She was already working on the belt of his pants.
"Maybe sometime you could use this on me," she said with a delicious gleam in her eyes.
"How about tonight?" Tony answered.
She smiled, seducing him with her dripping eyes, and her sweating naked body. It was back to the Melanie he loved, with some added new twists.
There was a lounging settee just a foot away, where they could play to their heart's content, or at least until they were chased inside by the cooling night air. For the moment however, there was nothing but warm bodies, and a rising warmth between them, around them, and in every little space of that gazebo. It took a long time to cool the heat, and expend the built up, raging fires. But a little leather and a little more paddle, and a lot of savage screwing seemed to do the trick.
Chapter Ten
Tony watched his wife bustle about the kitchen. She had a dozen trays of hors d'oeuvres lining the counters of the freshly remodeled room. Melanie was a wizard when it came to cooking, and she usually breezed through such preparations; but it was clear to him that things were not going as smoothly as normal.
"Can I help?" he asked. They were still a half hour away from their guests arriving.
"Yes, you can get out of my way," Melanie said, pushing past her husband on the way to the other side of the room.
"No cause to be snippy," Tony said.
"Please don't start. I'm still pissed at you for not telling me you invited ten more people."
"Mel, with all the trouble you were going through, it's hardly a change at all," he said.
"You don't think so, well I have another opinion on that!" she snapped. Her eyes were sharp, her mouth frowning.
"You want to go over my knee now, or later?" Tony snapped back. He was tired of placating her; it was about time she got out of the her foul mood, and into the spirit of the night. She had been barking commands and spinning in a tizzy for two days, and he was sick of it.
