Sunday Papers, a tale by JayTee

Simon opened his eyes as he felt his wife slip from under the arm he had draped over her and leave their bed. They had slept in their favourite position, like spoons with Meggie’s bottom snuggled against his stomach. He watched with pleasure as his wife padded softly toward the en suite bathroom, the sheer nylon nightie almost transparent in the morning sun. Simon had a dry mouth with a slight sour taste, he remembered last night they had opened a second bottle of red wine. Yesterday had seemed to be one mad dash about. They had done their food shop early then called at the garden centre for the finishing touch to the water feature Meggie had decided their pond needed.

When they got home they had unloaded the shopping then changed into old gardening clothes, had a hasty sandwich with soda water and gone out to the garden. Meggie had cut back the pond weed and fitted the new feature, while Simon had got the ladders and his power saw from the garage and cut back the branches already marked with tape as needing removal. When Meggie finished the pond modifications she had started to drag the cut branches away to stack them on the side drive behind the estate car. When the last branch fell they then needed four trips to the local tip to dispose of them. They got to the tip on the last run five minutes before closing time, which on a Saturday was 7 p.m. The tree lopping took most of the day but as they stood arm in arm, hot, sweaty and tired in the evening sunset they both agreed that though the trees now looked a little bare it was a job well done. Simon smiled as he remembered Meggie like a child dragging him by one hand to admire the new water fall that was burbling away as it poured water down onto the slope that led to their pond. After making suitable noises of approval Meggie and he had finally got into the house just after 7 30. Neither of them had felt like cooking so while Meggie went up to shower Simon rang their favourite Chinese take away.

When he went upstairs his wife had been in the en suite bathroom so he used the main bathroom to shower and shave, going downstairs afterwards in his dressing gown to find Meggie had just opened a bottle of Merlot. She held it up for his inspection “you approve? I think we have earned it.” Simon had nodded his agreement and said “excellent idea sweetheart.” Half the bottle had disappeared before their meal was delivered. They had eaten cross-legged on the rug in front of the fire, sharing each other’s food, popping treats into their partner’s mouths. At some point he remembered Meggie had opened the second bottle. They had finished the bottle with Simon leaning back against the couch, Meggie sitting between his legs. He winced remembering the way they had sang along to the old Simon and Garfunkle CD. He knew he had drunk a little more than Meggie and understood now why he was laying in his bed on a Sunday morning with a sour taste in his mouth.

Simon was vaguely aware of the sounds from his wife in the bathroom, heard the toilet flush and watched Meggie come back out, thinking the view from the front through the almost transparent nightie was as good as the rear view had been. He sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard, his bare chest revealed as far as his waist. Meggie came to the bedside table and poured a glass of water from the bottle they kept there and passed it to him, smiled as she watched him drink. “OK it’s ten o clock, we slept late but we got everything done yesterday so I think we deserve a lazy day don’t you?” Simon just nodded and hummed his agreement as he felt the water trickling down his throat, cleansing his mouth and palette.

“Right” Meggie said, “I have a plan for this morning so you listen and when I have laid it out you comment.” Simon just nodded, knowing he usually enjoyed Meggie’s little plans. “What I think is while you shower I should go downstairs and make a pot of coffee and slice some fruit for a light breakfast and collect the Sunday paper I heard delivered a while ago. When I come back I will shower and then we can share the food and the papers in bed.” Meggie hesitated, took a breath and smiled happily and continued. “Because of the hard work yesterday, the food and the drink and the lateness we didn’t make love last night. And it has been over 2 weeks since you spanked me. So when I come back I want a spanking before my shower, and after my shower I will join you in bed and I want you to make love to me. Then, and only then we can read the papers, and when you recover old man you can make love to me again. My mom is expecting us got tea at five this evening so we have all day.” Meggie stopped again took another breath and said, “Good plan? Bad plan? Am I being too greedy, too demanding, and too selfish?”

Simon was already grinning like the cat that had got the cream before Meggie finished. “Plan approved sweetheart, off you go.” He said as he swung his feet out of the bed, not bothered at all by is nakedness. As Meggie disappeared out the door Simon went to the bathroom, performed his ablutions, showered then shaved carefully, cleaned his teeth thoroughly. He went back into their bedroom just in time to see Meggie bending over to put the tray on the bedside table, her cute rear peeking teasingly out beneath her nightie. Meggie straightened and turned, saw him and grinned impishly. She shrugged the nightie off and stood naked before him before walking past him to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder “Coming darling?” as she went.

Simon needed no more encouragement, he followed Meggie into the bathroom she was stretching over the corner tub to turn on the shower. She looked wonderful, all taught muscles and soft curves. He went up behind her and reached round to cup her breasts and pull her back against his chest. Meggie giggled and took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands away, twisted to face him and wagged a playful finger in his face. “No don’t start that, you know the plan!” She stomped her foot playfully and continued.” I want my spanking first!”

“Very well Madame, you have asked so you shall receive” he said chuckling, not even trying to pretend to be stern. Meggie allowed herself to be helped into the shower not sure what Simon intended, but knowing the two integral seats in this corner tub were not suited to spanking games, she didn’t even think there was really room in the shower for a spanking. As she turned to face him, a question in her eyes, she saw Simon lift his left leg over the edge of the tub and place his foot on the left side non-slip seat. As Simon eased her forward she realised his thigh was parallel to the floor just at the height of her hips. Meggie eagerly bent over his thigh, one arm she wrapped round his thigh, and the other she rested on the edge of the tub. She had been awake thinking about her spanking for so long that she could hardly wait. As always in these situations Meggie felt all her senses heightened, was aware of all the little details, the feel of her breasts against Simon’s thigh, his belly and genitals warm and soft against her own hip and thigh. Simon’s left arm was stretched across to grip her gently under her right armpit. She felt the water from the shower spray hitting her back and bottom, felt it trickling down her legs, feeling some run down her back to her neck and hair because she was bent so far over to offer her bottom more easily to her husband. She was so proud to be able to offer and receive this gift they shared.

Simon ran his palm down Meggie’s spine watching the water collect in front of his hand then run down the cleft of her bottom to fall on the bath base. He let his hand run over Meggie’s soft firm left cheek, down her thigh and back up to caress her left cheek again. He moved his hand across to her right cheek and repeated the journey over that cheek and thigh. He felt Meggie squeeze his thigh, loving the feeling of her breasts warm and tender, saw her part her legs a little, took another moment to enjoy this different, lovely view of his wife’s bare bottom. He began to spank Meggie softly, not trying to hurt or sting, merely enjoying the novel sensation of his palm striking her wet naked flesh. Simon was lost in the sight and sounds of this gentle spanking, covering all of each buttock several times over, watching the pink stain slowly appearing, made more lovely by the water glistening on her skin. He became aware of Meggie gripping his thigh tighter, digging her hands into his flesh, saw she was lifting up onto her toes and settling back down, her beautiful bottom bobbing up and down before his eyes, he realised she was hungry for more.

Simon paused with his hand curved, the edge against Meggie’s right cheek, watching the water gather in his cupped hand. When it was full he released it and rubbed his palm all over Meggie’s tightly stretched, enticingly offered bottom. He noticed if he pointed his palm down his hand covered almost half of one delicious orb. Simon rested his hand on the top of his wife’s left cheek briefly, then began to give her a firmer spanking, using double spanks, first the top of her left cheek, then the lower, softer part, transferring to administer the same to her right cheek. He shared six of these double spanks with Meggie, twelve in all, loving the wet slapping sound of his palm, delighting as always at the colour he was making appear. During this spanking he saw his wife’s hips were rotating, pressing herself first against his thigh, then pushing her bottom back and up as if to receive the next sweet gift. He stopped to trace these pink stains lovingly with his fingertips, sometimes chasing an individual droplet of water as it ran down his wife’s lovely wriggling bottom.

Meggie had lost herself in all the sensations flooding into her, the submissive pose, the feeling of being controlled because of Simon’s steadying left arm across her back, the water on her back and bottom, Simon’s soft loving pats. She wasn’t aware that she had spread her legs wider, wasn’t aware that as her bottom had warmed she had gripped Simon’s thigh as a signal, had been bobbing her bum up and down. Meggie did however notice when Simon stopped spanking her and began to caress her bottom. She felt his hand become still, felt a sudden rush of water as he released it and then caressed her bottom. She gave a little purr of pure pleasure as his hand settled on top of her left cheek, she wiggled her bottom just a little, inviting what she knew was going to happen next. She closed her eyes again so all her other senses would be more receptive. As the first double spank landed on her left cheek she couldn’t help a little involuntary gasp escaping. When the sequence was repeated on her right cheek she gasped again, but realised Simon was not hurting her, just stinging the surface, warming her bottom. She buried her head deeper losing herself, accepting joyfully each gift from her husband. Meggie sighed with pleasure now as each double spank landed wetly on that part of her body she so loved to offer to the only person she had ever loved enough to share this with. She was aware on one level that her bottom was stinging with the pain but on another far more important level she was aware of the glorious heat spreading through her bottom and loins. As the last spank landed and She felt Simon’s fingers caressing her cheeks she allowed her body to relax, just drifting on a cloud of pure pleasure. Focussing on the spreading heat and the position she was in to offer her bottom so freely, not bothered at all how revealing and undignified it probably looked. She heard Simon whisper “You OK sweetheart? Did you enjoy that?”

“Meggie lay still for a few moments, then tightened her legs again, pushed herself further forward over Simon’s thigh, trying to let him see how freely she offered up her bottom to his loving ministrations. “I feel wonderful sweetheart” she said “that last bit was superb, but can I have the same again, just a little bit harder if you don’t mind. I want this glow to last all through my shower and our love making dear heart,” she said in explanation. All the time she had been relaxing and talking she had been aware through the heat and feelings that Simon had been stroking her bottom. Sometimes running a single finger down the crack of her bottom, sometimes tracing the crease at the top of her thighs, but always returning to run over her deliciously warmed cheeks. She felt his hand stop at the top of her left cheek again, then heard his reply. “Your wish is my command sweetheart” Meggie opened her mind to absorb the new level of gift. When she felt Simons’s hand settle briefly on the top of her left cheek she felt a little apprehensive that she had asked for more pain, but eager for the new sensations to begin.

Simon looked down the cleft of his wife’s bottom, gauged the colour, and tried to remember how hard he had been spanking Meggie. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, again snapping it back before the smack could drive into the muscle, careful just to sting the surface. He delivered the first double spanks in a regular rhythm, the four spanks landing with a louder wet slapping sound, each quarter of Meggie’s bottom turned from pink to white as his palm landed, then quickly turned a deeper shade of pink. He was enraptured by the feel of his hand on Meggie’s soft but firm rear, loving the way her body was pressed against his, gloried in the colour. He heard Meggie’s sharp intake of breath as the first spank landed on the top of her left cheek, repeated when his hand landed on the lower half of that cheek. He heard soft ow’s escape from her lips as he repeated the gift on her right buttock. He saw her bottom wriggling deliciously and felt her breasts pressing harder on his thigh as her left foot lifted off the floor. He thought Meggie might be feeling discomfort and stopped immediately and began to caress her hot, wet cheeks. “Are you OK sweetheart?” he asked anxiously.

When the first spank landed on the top of her left cheek the sting raced through to join the heat in her loins, she gave a short gasp but all the apprehension left her. She felt nothing but elation, mixed emotions pouring through her, the heat in her loins inflaming her lust, pride she could offer this gift of submission to her spouse. She gasped her pleasure as the second, third and fourth spanks landed, not even realising her gasps were coming out as soft mewls of pain.

Meggie felt Simon stop to caress her beautifully warmed cheeks, heard his anxious enquiry. She smiled to herself as she realised she had been wriggling her bottom as an invitation, knew she had lifted her leg deliberately to transfer weight to his thigh. She loved to crush her breasts against him “No, no don’t stop” she gasped out almost desperately “I’m fine, it’s lovely, really, finish it, please finish it!” She lifted on her toes to press her bottom against Simons’s palm. As she felt his hand lift again she returned to her inner self, ready to drown in that sea of feelings again.

Hearing Meggie’s words, the need and joy in her voice Simon didn’t hesitate to lift his hand and deliver the last four double spanks, eight smacks in all to his wife’s bottom. He enjoyed the rivulets of shower water running down her cheeks, enjoyed the wet slaps, the spray coming as his hand struck. Most of all he loved the way her cheeks turned white then red with each lovingly delivered smack. He saw that Meggie’s bottom began to wriggle as his palm landed, heard her gasp out a soft ouch, realised that as each spank was delivered her bottom wriggled faster, her small gasps became cries. When he stopped after the final spank he was drained emotionally felt an almost physical tiredness. He saw his wife’s bottom was still wriggling, she was bouncing her bottom up and down by lifting onto her toes. Simon slowly and carefully ran his hand over his wife’s cheeks and thighs, covering every wonderful inch, enthralled by the contrast between her creamy white thighs and her hot red bottom.

Wen Simon began to spank her again Meggie felt the pain increase, gave a small squeal but felt nothing but pleasure as the pain was transformed by her mood to a heat that seemed to rush through her veins. As each subsequent gift landed she knew it had to be hurting because she felt herself wriggling, heard her cries getting louder, but the pain was irrelevant, she felt she could submit to this for ever if the pleasure also increased at the same rate as it was now. She knew this was the hardest spanking she had ever had, knew she had been spanked as hard but this was double her usual average quota of firm spanks. She also knew this was the best ever, most mind blowing spanking ever. Later she would analyse the reasons, concluding it was everything that made it so. Her mood, Simon’s mood, the shower, the position over his thigh. For now she just gloried in all the sensations. She realised that Simon had stopped spanking her and was stroking her gently. For herself she was still breathing hard and fast, still wriggling her bottom about as a reaction to the sting, bobbing her bum up and down. After a few minutes she felt a calmness returning, put both hands on Simon’s thigh and levered herself into a standing position. She turned to Simon, drew his head forward with her hand behind his neck and brushed her lips against his, murmured “that was the best ever sweetheart, thank you so much.” She smiled as he said quite seriously “the pleasure was mutual I assure you.”

Meggie turned to the shower head to wet her hair so she could brush it clear of her face, as she did she looked over her shoulder to smile at Simon, wanting to share all her joy with him. As she turned she caught sight of her bottom in the bathroom mirror. She was amazed at how red it was, she had looked in a mirror some time after a spanking before, but this was the first time she had seen her bottom immediately after. She had no idea that Simon could make her bottom so red. Meggie turned to Simon rubbing her bum but smiling wide. “You let me shower now” she said then ran her eyes down from his face to his groin. “You go to bed and wait, I can see you are ready for me big boy” she giggled.

When Simon left Meggie quickly showered but spent some little time glancing over her shoulder at her sore red bottom. She soaped it thoroughly and washed it, loving the feel of the heat on her own hand. She had never been so proud of her body as she was at that point. Proud she had the willpower to submit to such a spanking to raise her own passion to such a level. Proud she could share so much love and trust with her husband. She finished quickly and patted herself dry and went to join her beloved.

When Simon saw his wife emerge from the bathroom he smiled. She had her wet hair slicked back, her face was scrubbed clean, she looked like an innocent schoolgirl, but below her neck she had the body of an angel. “Stop there sweetheart” he said. “Put your hands on your head and give me a slow twirl please” Meggie smiled languidly and did as she was bid. Feeling her breasts lift as she stretched her arms up. She looked at Simon for a few seconds, pride and love in her eyes. Then slowly she began to rotate, taking long enough that he could drink in all of her. She felt his eyes on her body almost as sweet caresses. When her back was to the bed she bent slowly from the waist knowing then he would have to concentrate his gaze on her still blazing bottom. She wanted to share with him the pride she felt about this shared experience. Meggie straightened and finished her turn to face the bed again. “God you are so beautiful, I am the luckiest man alive to have met you” she heard Simon say. She smiled prettily as she took her hands from her head. Simon saw the smile turn from happiness to saucy lust. He heard her giggling “that was the main course now I want dessert” as she ran the last few steps to the bed and dived into his arms.

The End. © Copyright J{t}