It’s time for more Saturday Spankings. My newest book, Suspicions on the River will be out soon and I’m getting excited. But to keep us going until then, I’m putting up another snippet from Returning to Us, my Corbin’s Bend addition.
Susan bottom was still sore and burning from earlier in the day as they snuggled on the couch that evening. But their evening wasn’t over with yet…
When Hal finished his beer, he pulled Susan across his lap. “Wait, you said no more spanking,” she cried.
“I’m not spanking, I’m inspecting,” he informed her. He rubbed his hand all over her ass. “Open your legs,” Hal commanded. Susan felt herself blushing as she did what he asked. She was sopping and as Hal found and rubbed her clit, she nearly came with just his touch.
Hal removed his hand “Susan your body tells on you every time. That’s how I know this is still good for you. Now I want you on the bed, undressed and on all fours.”
Susan scurried to do as he asked. When Hal walked into the room and saw his previously nearly frigid wife in position and waiting for him, his erection was almost immediate. He undressed, then stepped into the bathroom and picked up a bath brush. Back in the bedroom, he smacked the bed hard causing her to jump and whimper\. She said nothing about him promising no more spanking and held her position. Turning the brush around, Hal ran the bristle side lightly over Susan’s sore ass. She clenched and managed to stay put. Even the light touch was reigniting the fire and every stroke of the day begin to burn intensely. He ran the soft bristles between her legs.
Susan gave a low moan. It was nearly more than Hal could take. This position, with his beautiful wife on all fours aroused him more than any other. As a young teen, he’d seen wild horses mating on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The wildness of the stallions, the sheer dominance they showed as they mounted the female, had stayed with him in his fantasies for a lifetime.
Susan had her own fantasies of the position which she assumed only at Hal’s command and she loved it. She could feel his power and dominance as his hands ran over her body. When his fingers explored her deepest core, she squirmed and bucked beneath him. Grabbing her by the hips, Hal pulled her onto his shaft with one thrust. He pounded into her again and again. The explosion for both came at the same time. How long had it been since that had happened? They collapsed together, panting. Susan cried with happiness and relief as Hal held her and stroked her face.
After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore.
In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives - sometimes. But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past.
Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?