Sheila and Jim Butcher were both aged sixty and had been married for getting close to forty years.
In the early years, the marriage was very happy and they had a great sex life but over time the dynamics changed although almost imperceptively so at times.
Very gradually Sheila took charge of things and became the dominant partner as regards decision making and such like and Jim was happy enough to let that develop for the sake of a quiet life.
Sheila took things further and had got into the habit of nagging Jim and starting to make him feel insignificant, she would often belittle him when they were in company which was not only embarrassing for Jim it was also embarrassing for whoever it was that was their company was at the time.
Their sex life had become nonexistent a few years back although neither of them had ever had anyone else since they first met in their late teens.
Although Jim had allowed this state of affairs to go on without ever trying to fight back he was now very unhappy with the situation and he would sometimes think to himself that he should have given Sheila a good hiding years ago but he thought that is was probably now way too late for that.
This particular day things were to change and they were to change in a very big way.
They had been out shopping and, as always, Sheila had been moaning at him and ordering him about and she had also done her frequent trick of making him look small in front of friends.
On the car journey back home she continued to nag him and he was boiling inside although he did not show anything externally.
By the time they reached home Jim had decided that he would do what he should have done years ago.
They unloaded and put away the shopping, still with Sheila finding fault with something that he had done or not done, and Jim decided that now was the time.
As she put away the last item in a cupboard he moved a kitchen chair into the middle of the kitchen and with Sheila still in the process of moaning about something he took a tight grip on her left wrist.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing, that hurts,” she shouted but she got no answer and was shocked to find herself propelled over her now seated husband’s lap.
Before she had taken in what was happening his hand had descended forcibly on her left and then right buttock SLAP! SLAP!
“Stop that, let me up,” she shrieked but Jim shifted both himself and her so that he had a tighter grip on her waist and his hand continued to land on her trouser covered arse cheeks SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She was starting to feel the stinging in her rear but, because of his tight grip, her struggles were futile.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her backside was now really beginning to hurt and she was red-faced and had tears in her eyes “Please stop, I am sorry,” the last two words being two that she very rarely used.
Jim was determined to give her the hiding that she deserved and should probably have had ages ago.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She was crying now but to her horror Jim roughly pulled her trousers and knickers partway down her thighs, baring her arse.
His hand now crashed against her naked rump.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her arse cheeks were glowing and she was crying loudly.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
For the first time in what seemed like years, he felt good about himself and he delivered another salvo.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“Next time it will be a belt,” he said, pushing her off his lap and onto the floor. They were the first words he had spoken since they were on their way home.
A very shocked and very well spanked Sheila scrambled to her feet and partially pulled her trousers up over her red arse before crashing out of the kitchen and up the stairs, howling loudly.
Jim calmly got up from the chair and realised that he had an erection which is something he usually cured with his right hand but he further realised that his right hand was very sore so he knew how his wife’s buttocks must be feeling.
Sheila lay crying loudly face down on the bed until the crying was reduced to sobbing.
She was very aware of her burning buttocks but she also became aware of a growing dampness between her legs.
After a while, she pushed herself off the bed and looked at her crimson rear in the wardrobe mirror and she then turned slightly and saw her generous pubic bush and her wet vagina.
She had not had a fuck for years but she certainly wanted one now.
The spanking had obviously turned her on but so had her husband’s newfound bravado. She did not know if he even fancied her anymore but she decided that she was going to go and find out.
Downstairs Jim’s erection had subsided but he felt pleased with himself for what he had done and also thought that Sheila had a great arse. He also felt like having a fuck but he thought that what he had just done might have ended his marriage, such as it was, so he doubted whether he would get one.
Jim was in the living room when Sheila entered with her face streaked where her make up had run with the tears.
Neither of them spoke for a moment until Sheila said in the softest voice she had used for a while “I think I deserved that.”
“Yes, you most certainly did,” came Jim’s reply.
They were both aroused but neither was sure what the other was thinking.
After a short silence, Sheila asked “Would you like to see the damage?”
Jim felt his cock stiffen but did not want to appear too enthusiastic “If you want.”
Sheila moved to next to where he was sitting and turned and lowered her trousers and knickers to reveal her so recently spanked buttocks.
“Looks sore,” said a now very highly aroused Jim.
“It is. You can touch it if you want.”
Jim reached out and for the first time in seemingly countless years touched his wife’s arse in a loving way.
Sheila closed her eyes and swayed her backside slightly as Jim gently stroked it.
In their younger days, Sheila went wild when Jim ran a finger down her arse crack and when he did it now she almost purred.
“God Jim, you have got to fuck me,” she said and he was in agreement.
They did not bother to go upstairs, she pulled her trousers and knickers off and lay on the living room carpet with her legs wide open and he hurriedly lowered his own trousers and pants before thrusting his throbbing prick into her waiting, soaking cunt.
They fucked hard and fast and she wailed “Fucking hell…oh oh ohhh” as she came and very soon thereafter his spunk spurted into her.
They lay with him still inside her until he softened and slid out “I should have tanned your arse years ago,” he said.
“Yes, you should have.”
That night they made love rather than fucked and they had sex the next day, the day after that, and the day after that.
It was seemingly countless years since they had had sex four days in succession.
Jim did not know if Sheila had heard him say that the next time it would be a belt after he had pushed her off his lap but he got confirmation that she had heard the following day when he got home from work and went to their bedroom to change.
On top of a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed was a thick leather belt.
