John Appleton did not need to be told, but his wife told him anyway, “You will regret that,” and he knew that in the not too distant future he would have a very sore backside.
John was aged fifty-six and he had been married to Lorraine, also fifty-six, for more than thirty years, and since very early in their marriage, she had been very much the dominant partner. She did not always assert her dominance physically – sometimes it was verbal or perhaps sex denial – but when it was physical, John would end up with glowing buttocks.
On this occasion, the Appletons had been visiting Lorraine’s sister Christine and John had dared to contradict Lorraine when she was in full flow conversation.
“How dare you interrupt and contradict me?” Lorraine had demanded.
“I am sorry, I was just saying…” John started, trying to placate his wife.
“You will regret that,” said Lorraine, and Christine smirked because she was well aware that John was a spanked husband and she hoped that he would be dealt with there and then. Christine had twice witnessed her brother-in-law getting his arse whacked in the past but on this occasion, she was to be disappointed.
John was even more subdued than usual for the rest of the visit as he contemplated what might be used on his backside because it could be Lorraine’s hand or her hairbrush or, occasionally, her cane.
As Christine eventually saw them off, she again smirked and said, “Goodbye, John, have a good evening.”
“He will be having a very uncomfortable evening,” replied Lorraine, leaving John looking forlorn.
Mostly Lorraine drove their car but she had allowed John to drive on this occasion, but they were still bickering on the return journey.
“I don’t know what got into you, I suppose you were trying to impress my sister,” said a still very annoyed Lorraine.
“I wasn’t, I was just trying to correct you,” he replied and then wished he could take the words back.
“My god, you are doing it again, daring to dispute what I say,” stormed Lorraine as her mood got blacker.
“No, I…” the henpecked husband started again.
They were currently travelling through a wooded area on a quiet country lane, and Lorraine snapped.
“Silence, stop the car,” she ordered.
“What, but why?” asked a perplexed and nervous John.
“Stop the fucking car,” raged Lorraine.
John pulled off the road onto some grass that bordered the quite thick woods and he turned to look at his wife, whose eyes were ablaze with anger.
“Get out of the car,” she ordered, and for a moment John thought that she was leaving him there but as he opened the driver’s door she opened the passenger one. He hoped that it just meant that she was now going to be driving, but she grabbed his arm and ushered him towards the woods.
“You are going to get your real hiding when we get home, but I will not tolerate you talking to me like that,” shouted the red-faced Lorraine to the now ashen-faced John.
“W-what are you going to do?” he stammered as they got further into the woods.
Lorraine had intended to give him a hand spanking, but they were stood next to a tree that had some thin and whippy-looking branches. “Perfect,” she said as she broke a switch off.
“Drop your trousers and pants and bend over,” Lorraine barked.
John tried to speak but no words came out.
“NOW!” she shouted and John sniffled as he undid his belt, and soon his trousers and underpants were at his ankles.
He stood like that until a shouted, “Bend over,” had him with his hands near his feet as Lorraine flipped his shirt clear of his buttocks.
She lashed his arse about a dozen times with the switch and he oohed and aahed as his backside stung but he was mortified, although not surprised, to feel his cock getting hard. He was not surprised because both he and Lorraine had discovered over the years that her punishment of John sexually aroused both of them. Sometimes after a beating, she would allow him to have sex with her, but if she did not, she would certainly relieve her own excitement whilst forbidding John to relieve his.
Lorraine looked at the series of thin red marks across her husband’s cheeks for a moment and then decided, as he was going to get a hiding when they got home, that that was enough.
“Stand up,” she said and as John straightened up, his erection became evident. For a fleeting moment, Lorraine thought of having sex right there in the woods, for she was wet, but she decided that any sex would be in the comfort of their home.
“Put that away, you filthy animal,” Lorraine said, pointing at her husband’s hard cock with the switch, so the sniffling John pulled up his underpants and trousers.
“I will drive, you will get a lot more when we get home,” said the heavy-breathing woman as her husband sat very uncomfortably in the passenger seat.
John’s backside was throbbing but his penis had softened a bit, and he was fully aware that his behind would get a lot more attention which would, no doubt, cause another erection.
Hardly any words were spoken on the remainder of the journey but on arrival home, Lorraine said, “Go to the bedroom and get yourself naked, I will deal with you soon.”
There was no point in arguing and John was actually looking forward to it a little bit, in a masochistic way, so he did just as his wife had instructed and he looked at the marks that she had already put on his backside in the mirror. His penis was again hardening as he pondered what might be making contact with his already sore arse.
Lorraine was downstairs and feeling aroused, but she prolonged both of their thoughts by remaining there for about twenty minutes. She had decided on her plan of action as she shouted up the stairs, “Go into the spare room and wait until I call you into ours.”
She heard her, no doubt naked, husband move from one room to the other before she went up the stairs. She stripped herself down to her now wet knickers and nothing else, and picked up her hairbrush before shouting, “In here now.”
A naked John, with his penis almost fully erect, entered the bedroom to see his almost naked wife seated on a chair with the hairbrush in her hand.
No words were spoken or needed to be spoken as John draped himself over Lorraine’s lap and she wasted no time in applying the hairbrush to his already marked backside. She applied it very hard and very fast as John bucked and writhed and yelled and groaned as CRACK after CRACK reverberated around the room.
Neither of them knew just how many times the hairbrush impacted on his arse, but it must have been more than fifty and his arse cheeks were bright red when the breathless Lorraine stopped.
Both of them had been aware of John’s erection throughout the beating and he was thankful that he had not spunked during the process, although, at this stage, he did not know if his condition would be relieved or if relief would be denied.
He was not initially aware that the spanking had finished, but Lorraine now said, “Back in the other room and keep your hands off your cock.”
John’s eyes were filled with tears as he struggled off her lap and into the other room, not knowing what Lorraine had planned next, if anything.
In fact, what she had planned was for John to eat her arse and then for him to fuck her, although she had not yet decided where she was going to take the fucking. Her cunt was almost overflowing after the arousal caused by spanking John and the knowledge of what was to come.
She waited a few minutes but could wait no longer, so she removed her knickers and positioned herself with her large bare arse raised and facing the door as she shouted, “Get back in here!”
John returned, elated that it looked like his erection might get ‘cured’ as his eyes fell on his wife’s big bum. “Eat it,” said Lorraine with her head touching the bed.
John enjoyed worshipping Lorraine’s arse and he felt a little surge of power because he knew that he could drive her crazy with his mouth and fingers, and he intended to do just that whilst hoping that he did not ejaculate in the process.
First, he kissed her buttocks and then gently fingered her arse crack as Lorraine swayed slightly and made noises that seemed like they were of approval. John’s own arse was on fire, but now it was Lorraine’s arse that was getting his full attention as his tongue entered her arse crack and moved down to her anus.
“Mmmmm, oh fuck, oh,” murmured Lorraine as her husband rejoiced in one of the few times that he was in control.
Lorraine was close to cumming and John sensed that as his tongue teased her arse hole, but although he sensed that she was close, he was taken slightly by surprise when she wailed, “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I am cumming,” as her body twisted out of control.
Lorraine found herself on her back with her legs splayed as she demanded, “Fuck me now, for god’s sake, fuck me,” and John was delighted to have the opportunity and invitation as he slid his rock-hard prick into Lorraine’s bubbling cunt.
He fucked her hard and fast because that was what they both very much needed, and he had her again climaxing loudly as the bed creaked with their exertions. John had first been close to cumming when he was getting his arse switched in the woods and he had been close a few times since, but none of them as close as now and there was no stopping it.
“Oh fuck, ” he groaned as he came and his spunk spurted into Lorraine’s excited pussy.
They had just had one of the best fucks that they had had in months and possibly years because they had both been turned on for so long before they were both sated.
Their bodies still twitched a bit in the after sex climb down as Lorraine spoke almost tenderly, “That was good, wasn’t it?”
“It was wonderful, ” replied John.
“How’s your arse?” enquired Lorraine.
“Sore, but it was worth it,” answered John.
John Appleton would continue to be dominated by his wife, and from time to time, he would get his backside tanned, but just occasionally, what followed would make it all worthwhile.
