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7
HOLLY
In the afterglow of our fucking, we lie on the bed provided by The Palace. I stare out the window across from the bed and Nick curls up behind me, his arm draped over my stomach. The heat of my ass is reflecting off his thighs, but it feels good. I feel warm, loved, and properly fucked.
“Holly,” he says after a while, breaking the spell of the moment. I know what he’s going to ask. I knew when I was talking with the hosts of The Palace that regardless of if Nick agreed to come or not, we’d have to talk about this.
I’ve spent my entire life hiding my spanking kink from everyone I’ve ever dated. When I married Nick, I thought that one day I would surely tell him. I’d let him in on my dirty little secret and we’d live happily ever after. But every time I tried to get up the courage to tell him, I would be sitting in front of him at the dinner table and I’d lose all my nerve.
Somehow it was embarrassing to say that I liked to be punished. That I wanted Nick to create some imaginary transgressions to spank me for. Maybe I didn’t do the dishes one night or I let the clean clothes pile up in the closet. Then he’d take me over his knee and give me a proper spanking until the two of us were so hot that we fucked like rabbits.
Something about admitting those desires was hard for me. To say out loud that being forced to submit to my husband was the humiliation fantasy I so desperately wanted was, for lack of better words, humiliating.
“I want to do this again,” Nick follows up after a few beats. “Unless you didn’t like it,” he adds quickly.
I roll over in his grasp until I’m facing him. His beautiful brown eyes sparkle in the dimly lit room. “Of course, I want to do it again. I just,” I pause, “I just don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t tell you sooner.”
Sometimes when you tell someone you’re into something, they feel the need to partake in it with you just because you ask. I don’t want Nick to be that guy. If one time was all he wanted, I’d understand. I would be heartbroken that we couldn’t play like this again, but I’d be understanding. Spanking isn’t for everyone.
“Oh, I’m not saying I want to do it again for you,” he chuckles. “I’m saying it because that’s the hardest I’ve ever been. God, that was the wettest I’ve ever seen you, too. I’d do that every night if you wanted.”
My heart soars as he says the words. I’ve dreamt about this day for so long. I’ve imagined us having this conversation and I’ve always been excited by the prospect. But none of those imaginary conversations compare to Nick actually saying he wants to be involved in my fantasies. “Really?” I whisper as a smile breaks on my face. “Because we don’t have to do it every night. Just maybe like, once a week or something,” I compromise.
Nick leans forward to kiss me on the forehead. “How into this are you, Holly? You can be honest with me. I know I’ve caught you watching spanking videos before but we’ve never talked about it.”
I feel like if I caught him masturbating to a fetish I knew nothing about, he wouldn’t talk to me about it either. But now that he’s interested, I don’t mind telling him. “I’ve always been into the idea of being spanked. A few times before we got together,” I blush, “I even spanked myself with a wooden spoon just to see what it felt like.”
His eyebrow raises. “A wooden spoon, huh?” Nick is a chef. His kitchen utensils are his life. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you dance on the end of my wooden spoon. Do you like being spanked hard?”
“I’m not sure,” I admit with a sheepish grin. “Tonight was the first time I’ve really gotten what I wanted, ya know? Maybe we could experiment.”
Looking at his face, I can see the thoughts running through his head. His brain is racing a million miles an hour. “I think we could do that. Your ass was a nice bright red tonight. How was that?”
I tell him that it was nice. “There were moments when there was a lot of sting, but you took the edge off that pain a few moments later and I forgot all about it until you started again.” My cheeks are probably the same shade as my ass now, but I have to keep going. If I’m going to get everything I’ve ever wanted, I have to be as honest as possible. “I think I could take more though, probably a lot more. And,” I look away from his eyes, “I think I might want you to make me cry some time. You know, like a real, hard spanking until I’m in tears.”
I’ve always been head over heels for those videos. Watching women cry and beg their husbands to stop spanking them and being spanked anyways always made me hot. I’d like to try it, just once, to see if it’s something I’m into.
Nick reaches up to grab my chin and tilts my head up until I’m looking into his eyes again. “Hey, don’t be ashamed of what you like in bed, Holly. I will always be happy to give you what you want.”
“What if I want mascara running down my face from crying as you fuck me in front of a mirror? What if I want you to punish me until I can’t sit for a week and then take me in the ass?” Those are the things I’ve been afraid to say out loud for so long, the fantasies I’ve kept to myself.
But Nick doesn’t shame me for them. His smile only broadens as he leans forward to press his lips to mine. He kisses me hard and he lingers for a few seconds before pulling back. “I’m your husband, Holly Snow, and if anyone gets to take that sweet ass of yours, then it’s going to be me. If painting that bottom red is what I gotta do to get it, then so be it. I want every part of you, Holly, even the naughty little girl that wants to be disciplined.”
I should have told him sooner. I know that now. We could have been living very different lives if I had. But I’m happy enough that I’ve told him now. I snuggle into his arms and relish what’s to come.
I might not be into the whole BDSM lifestyle like some of the people at The Palace tonight, but I’m happy to dip my toes into the discipline and submission waters. Maybe it’ll open other doors of interest down the line.
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