The New Wife

Here's a little story I wrote about 15 years ago. It was my fantasy of how I hoped my second marriage might turn out. It did not, and that’s all right. I ended the marriage and moved on, but the fantasy was quite good!
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Angel had only been married to her husband, Sam, for a few short months. When he went to work in his tweed sport coat and brown wool trousers, she loved to rub her face against the rough tweed! She loved to have him cuddle her when he wore that jacket.

The marriage ceremony had made their relationship legal, but something was missing. She missed Sam being around when he went off to work, yet when he came home, she still felt unfulfilled. So Angel spent her days dreaming of the ways she could seduce him when he got home.

Up until that point, their sex life had been semi ordinary. She had been afraid to tell him that she would like more variety and that she liked to fantasize about having a different kind of sex with him. But she knew something needed to be done to change their new relationship or she would become bored with marriage again and leave him. She didn't want to do that, so she made plans.

Once, when Sam was out of town on business, she became extremely aroused thinking about what she wanted from him when he returned. Her gut got that funny feeling it gets when she is excrutiatingly horny. Her pussy tingled just thinking about how he would put her over his lap to spank her.

It seemed he would never get back from his trip. He called and said he had been delayed, and would be home shortly. But he was too tired when he got home and went to bed for a short nap before he went to a business meeting. Now the question for her became WHEN?

One evening after work, he unlocked the front door and walked into the hallway as he usually did. Angel greeted him wearing a very short black and white gingham dress with eyelet on the puffed sleeves. There was a bright pink sash tied into a bow around her waist. She also had on anklets and little black pumps. Her long hair was pulled up into two pigtails with ribbons on the ends. Under her dress was a pair of flowered silk bikini panties. She knew Sam would love her, even though he was shocked to see her dressed this way for him. She noticed that he was a bit taken aback by it all.

Angel took his hand and led him into the dining room where she had fixed him a cup of coffee. She took off his shoes and helped him get comfortable, chatting with him about his day at work. Then she sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck, wiggling against his crotch ever so slightly. She felt him becoming aroused and squirmed even more. She guided his hand so it went to her knee, then under her skirt.

Of course, it didn't take him long to figure out what she wanted him to do. He ran his hand up her leg to where her panties started and began to tease her pussy. She opened her legs a bit more so he could put a finger inside her panties. She snuggled down onto his finger. How she loved him!

She kissed him with wet lips and put her tongue on his, then whispered into his ear, "I've been a terribly naughty girl today while you were at work."

Sam was shocked!

"What did you do, Angel? Was it naughty enough that you need to be spanked?"

Her heart jumped in her breast. This was just what she had wanted all along.

"Oh, yes! I didn't do anything I was supposed to do here at home. I was lazy all day, just read and watched TV. I didn't clean house or prepare your dinner. I've been so naughty."

"Then stand up right now! I won't have my wife behaving that way every day. I should have known something was up when you were so coy with me."

Angel stood up, head lowered. Sam pulled up her skirt and made her hold it while he pulled down her panties, then bent her over his lap. The feel of wool against her face was wonderful! That was just what she had craved!

For a moment, she forgot what he was about to do, as she thought about how cute she must look there over his knees with her panties down and her skirt around her waist. She knew how much he loved her bare bottom. Tenderly, he patted it a few minutes, then suddenly smacked his hand down hard against her bare cheeks.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

“Of course it hurts, you silly girl! It’s supposed to.”

Angel clutched the leg of his wool trousers that she loved so much and steeled herself for the next swat.

"You must be punished for being the naughty little girl you know you've been. Now be still while I finish this. I think this is what you've been needing for a long time. Maybe it's even what you've been wanting."

Angel wiggled and squirmed around, trying to avoid the harsh spanking, but she knew she had it coming! She jumped from the sharp sting. She began to cry. Why had she wanted something that hurt so badly?

"Oh, please, Sam, please stop! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!”

"You know this is what you deserve. Keep your hands away from your bottom, or they will get smacked, too."

Suddenly, Angel felt herself moving into a trance, letting go of her ego, giving into the punishment, releasing control of herself, handing control to her Husband, to her Lover. It felt so good to let him take charge of her body in this way. From that point on, he would make the decisions, totally care for her and discipline her.

It was at that moment that he truly became her Husband, her Master, the one to whom she would forever submit, the only person who could control her. She was finally free to be who she was - his loving and submissive wife! Why hadn't she let him do this before? Why had she waited so long to let him know what she wanted? With this new relationship, she would be his forever.

Addendum

Just for fun, I checked my library to see if they have the book Hermione read by Johanna Lindsey (Man of My Dreams). I have never read a romance novel in my life (honest!) - I think they would make me gag! But if this one gets close to a spanking scene, then I wanted to read it. Maybe that's the incentive I need. I'll check out the publisher and send in something (maybe).

PW - “As both a good horse and a bad horse heed the spur, so both a good woman and a bad woman need the stick.” (Italian proverb)

Time Flies!

I didn’t realize it had been two weeks since my last post. It’s so easy to get caught up in “real life,” but that’s not all bad, is it?

Summer with no classes to teach leaves me with more time to garden, read good books, and fantasize! (giggle)

My SO and I have been together for almost five years, and I have to admit that my fantasizing has been less since he’s been in my life. No other lover has left me as satisfied as he does, and thus I always had that craving that wasn’t fulfilled.

That doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize at all anymore! Oh, no! It’s just that my fantasies are no longer what I do to reach a climax. Now they are just sexy stories I write or think about to pass the time away on a lazy summer afternoon.

The summer temperatures here never get much above 80 degrees, but a tall glass of iced green tea is still a delight. I remember having that in Japan one summer back in the mid-60s and it’s been my “refresher” ever since.

My post doesn’t have a theme this week, so I thought I’d share some of my summer fun with you. I just finished reading Shanghai Girls by Lisa See. If you haven’t read it, please do. It is one of the best fictionalized versions of Chinese history between the mid-30s and today. Maybe it’s because I lived in California during some of the years this book spans, but I couldn’t put it down.

I’ve also been reading The Fire, the sequel to Kathryn Neville’s The Eight. I recommend that you start with The Eight and then go to The Fire. She has written two other books that you probably would find intriguing – The Magic Circle and Calculated Risk. Her books all integrate at least three eras in ways you would least suspect. She writes the way I’d like to write!

I’ve written several novels but I've never sent them in to see if they are publishable. The problem is that no matter what I write, the subject matter always seems to migrate towards kinky sex! Now what does that say about me?? I’m sure no publisher would accept my kind of writing. Even my murder mysteries end up in sexual scenes.

What are you reading this summer?

PW - 'Kinky' is a relative concept.