Roles Can Change…


(Takes place immediately following Breakfast With the Bests)

Her face in the corner, she heard the shuffling of bare feet behind her.

“Well, hello Rebecca’s bottom. And how are you this morning?”


“And what did you do to find yourself presented so pleasantly in the corner?”

“Nothing”, she sniffed.

“Oh, come on. Franklin is strict but fair, right? You must have done something.”

Rebecca chose to ignore the question and ask her own. “Are you naked?”

“Of course I’m naked-that was the order wasn’t it?”

“It was”, she answered into the walls feeling the words bounce back in little puffs. “I just wondered if you might-once he left, and once I left, you would…”

“Just do as I pleased?”


“Fuck that. Every day I have to make decisions and live with them. Exhausting. I pay you guys good money-when you’ll take it-so I don’t have to do that over here. And besides, he left 10 minutes ago and you’re still in the corner. Right?”

Rebecca sighed and didn’t answer. This was not a conversation she really wanted to be having-and definitely not like this:bare-ass and in the corner. Again, she had trouble reconciling the things that happened in the dark of night, between the blue silk sheets upstairs and what happens in the sun drenched kitchen when she was late for work and there were still breakfast dishes on the counter.

“How long?”

“Alarm is set. Twenty minutes.”

“And you won’t even turn around?”

Just to move, Rebecca stretched her arms above her head then clasped her fingers around her neck. Bethany had gone silent but she could feel her move closer-bare feet sliding across the ceramic. Then with a shift in the air, she was right behind her. Rebecca’s heart fluttered with the touch of bare skin against her backside.

“Poor Rebecca…can’t even move. I can do what I want…as long as I’m naked…”


“Shhh…” Bethany’s arms circled her waist as she closed the space between them, then tightened as she molded her body against her sometime lover’s back.

Rebecca could feel the wiry bush against her bottom and her thick nipples poking her back through the thin cotton shirt. She closed her eyes and took quick gulps of breath sliding her hands up the wall and pushing backward slightly. Light-dark, bedroom-kitchen, sheets-counter…sometime she hated her lack of control. Usually right up until the point of losing it.

Bethany slid slowly down Rebecca’s back allowing her taut belly, then firm nipples, to flow over her gooseflesh prickled bottom. The older woman squeezed her eyes closed feeling Bethany’s breath caressing her as she knelt behind. The breath got closer and warmer but Rebecca didn’t make a sound until that first moan with the brush of tongue against her bottom.

“I love your soap…” Bethany whispered with a soft lick and taste.

Rebecca felt her cheeks pulled apart, then the wet, rough tongue flicking then prodding against the tight little bud of her asshole. She moaned softly again and reached back to pull the girl’s face deeper into her crevasse bringing the tongue harder into her. Without disengaging, Bethany slid her fingers up along the inside of Rebecca’s thighs and caressed the wet swelling there.

“That didn’t take long…” Bethany breathed.

Just as she was about to slip a finger up into the marsh, the cheery, metallic tones of Rebecca’s alarm tolled the break of the mood.

“Looks like your time’s up” said Bethany, pulling away from the glistening ass and allowing her cheeks to slide back together.

“Ohhh Nooo…” whined Rebecca less than half joking.

“Oh yes”, said Bethany, standing and silently wiping her mouth. “You know”, she said after a moment, “I can’t remember the last time I spanked you.”

Rebecca didn’t answer immediately concentrating on normalizing her breathing. “I think I remember a few slaps last night.”

“Those are different. I’m talking about a spanking. About you over my lap with your bum-this bum”, she patted it, “Up under my hand. You laying over my lap offering up your bottom to me. To be punished. I don’t remember the last time that happened.”

“I think that was…uh…never…”

“Oh…that’s right. Never. Huh. And I don’t think I can remember the last time I saw Franklin spank you. Can you?”

“He has, of course.”

“But the last time I saw it…?”

“I believe that was never as well.”

“Hmmm…There seems to be an imbalance in our little game.”

Rebecca attempted an authoritarian tone. “If there is, it’s an imbalance that we all agreed upon. The roles we play…”

“Roles can change” interrupted Bethany lightly pulling a silence over them.

“Yes, I suppose they can”, said Rebecca finally.

She cupped the older woman’s ample bottom then moved her hands to her hips once more pulling her backward so Rebecca could feel Bethany’s bush rubbing against her, then hugging her high so she could feel her hard nipples against her back.

“Yes”, she whispered in her ear. “Roles can change…”

And with that, she padded away….


Breakfast With the Bests


From “A Beaten Belle” tumblr

(The morning after Nightcap IV)

Large and airy, with a wall of windows overlooking the gardens facing the sunrise, it was a perfect breakfast kitchen which, having slept late, they really didn’t have time for this morning. Small price to pay. Rebecca, dressed for work in clinging dark jeans and a green polo was rinsing the few dishes they’d used for their wheat toast and yogurt. Franklin, as always, was a study in choreographed nonchalance from his carefully scuffed thousand dollar Russian calf ankle boots up through his washed out jeans and checked shirt. His briefcase, a sleek leather number with more buckles and straps than a saddle, sat open beside him as he read the Wall Street Journal over a cup of strong coffee.

“Well…” he looked up as Bethany padded into the room. “Somebody had trouble getting out of bed this morning.” And it looked like Bethany had just. Her hair was stuck in stiff whirls so out of control it looked styled that way. She wore the plush terry robe that was left in her room and, as evidenced by how it gapped and draped, nothing underneath.

Her smile cracked one side of her face but didn’t do much to open her puffy eyes as she flopped into the chair opposite Franklin. “”Coffee?” asked Rebecca over her shoulder.


She shifted as Rebecca set the coffee in front of her and crossed her legs allowing the robe to fall open to mid thigh. She took a moment to sip before covering it back over. Best had gone back to the paper but Rebecca had seen and looked subtly away. She always had trouble reconciling what goes on at night with the supposed normalcy of daylight living. This was her issue alone-Franklin thrived living in a state of constant dusk.

Bethany reached into the robe’s pocket and brought out a small envelope that she pushed across the table. Franklin put the paper aside and opened it. The ten fifty dollar bills inside were sharply identical with edges that looked like they could slice a banana. He took one and held it up to the light admiringly. He sniffed it. Then he rubbed it between thumb and fingers before laying it back on the table. He placed a couple of the others on top of it-showing the serial numbers-all different, of course, and non-sequential. “Yours?” he asked looking up.

“No!” she said sharply. “The real thing. Legal tender for all debts, public and….private.”

“Teasing”, he said placing the bills back in the envelope. Then he slid it back. She raised an eyebrow. “We spoke”, he said nodding toward his wife. “This isn’t necessary anymore. You’ve become a part of the fabric of our lives. We don’t need this.”

“It’s just a token, you understand”, she said. “It doesn’t really…”

Franklin flipped the back of his hand in the air-a light dismissive gesture. “Give it to your church, or the food bank. But not to us.”

Her smile, still no more than a fold in the puffy marshmallow of her face widened a little, pulling her eyes closed. The girl needed a cold shower. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

“No worries”, Franklin said. “Now show.”

That opened her eyes. She glanced at both, then stood and turned her back slowly. They didn’t want her to show them her ass, they wanted her to present her bottom and reveal the evidence of their shared evening. She leaned over placing one hand on the table, then dropping her eyes to the floor, pulled her robe up with the other slowly-not stopping until it was draped over her back.

The golden morning sun bathed Bethany’s bottom. The left cheek showed some pink tinges from the night before with most of the bruising that she particularly liked to carry with her for a day or two at least, was concentrated on the right side where the end of the cane bit. Rebecca frowned at that knowing Franklin would not be pleased.

“Very nice”, Franklin pronounced and Bethany straightened allowing the robe to fall. She turned to face them again but the robe had loosened and draped slightly open. She ignored it and instead ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

“What do you have on tap for today?” Franklin asked her.

“Oh…not much. I left today open. I’ll be out of here right away”, she added quickly.

“No need to rush. In fact, no need to leave. Why don’t you hang here today? We both have errands to run that will tie us up most of the day so you’ll have the run of the place. Hang by the pool, use the sauna-hot tub. The gym…Make it like a vacation day. A spa day. What do you think, honey?”

Rebecca had been distracted and wasn’t really paying close attention but answered, “Sure” quickly.

“There is one…condition though”, Franklin said.

“What would that be?”

“You have to be naked. All day.”

“All day?”

“Yep. Pool’s secluded, deck…I want you haunting my house a bare ghost while we’re away…and it probably won’t be all, all day-we’ll be back in the afternoon.”

“Deal” she said. “I could use a spa day. Thank you.”

“Excellent. But…uh. It starts now.”


“The naked part.”

Bethany’s eyes sparkled as she bit her lower lip and slowly opened the robe slipping it over one shoulder then the other. It fell to the floor as she raised her arms beside her in a silent “TA-DA!” Her young breasts clung tightly to her rib cage and flat stomach tapered to the tight black thatch that Rebecca, leaning against the sink, could still feel in her mouth.

Then, like a girl off to school, Bethany kissed them both on the cheek and walked out feeling the four eyes on her bruised bottom.

“Did you see…”

“I saw.”

“Do you need a refresher on proper caning technique?”

“No!” she said too quickly suddenly nervous. “No…I don’t…I just got carried away.” The silence hung and she felt a need to break it-to further plead her case. “I was too…God, excited….”

“You were too excited. That’s OK. Just remember it’s her you need to be concerned about. Once she is getting everything she needs, just how she needs it, you can give in to your own needs. Right?”

“Of course, right. I’m sorry…” After what she thought was an appropriate pause, she asked “Did we talk about not taking her money anymore?”

He made that dismissive flipping motion with his hand again. “Only three of the bills were real.”

“Really? Were they hers, like you said?”

“No. Better than hers. She is good. But whoever did those bills is an artist.” He slid off into thought for a moment.

“What will you do?” she asked.

“To be determined, sweetheart. To be determined…” his voice trailed a moment then he perked up as if remembering something. “All in due time. But for now-some correction is in order.”

“Please Franklin…”

“And as I’ve got to get to the airport it’s going to have to be corner time for you.”

“Franklin…” she whined.

“Set your phone for 15 minutes and put your nose over there…” he pointed unnecessarily to the designated corner that she knew too well.

“I’m late as it is. You know how Charla….”

“As I said, set your phone for 20 minutes and put your nose over there.”

She crossed her arms over her chest loosely and looked at him; more pleading than glaring.

“Twenty minutes going once….going twice.”

“Alright”, she huffed, knowing that 30 minutes in the corner would be more than she could stand.

She moved to her spot and got her nose close enough to the walls that her breath bounced back and washed over her face. She set her phone for twenty minutes and placed it on the counter. Then, with a sigh she could feel, unsnapped and lowered her jeans. Then her underwear. They clung above her knees as she let her arms dangle. That was the bitch-what to do with her hands for twenty minutes.

She felt Franklin’s breath on her neck. “Bethany has a sweet bum”, he whispered to the back of her head. “You have a magnificent ass!”

“You know what Charla’s going to do to it if she catches me waltzing in late again.”

“I love you in stripes baby”, he whispered, patting her fulsome cheek.


Sherri’s Punishment (Part Two)

Continued from Sherri’s Punishment (Part One)

As promised, they didn’t have long to wait. They heard the truck pull into the driveways and both of their heads turned toward the sound like cats hearing their people coming home. They kept the attentive pose as the truck door slammed, then the kitchen door opened. Cassie dropped her eyes to the floor and Sherri came back to attention as Ron strode into his office.

“Hello, ladies”, he said brightly.

“Hi Honey,” came from the corner and “Hi Ron” from Cassie.

“Glad you could make it over Cass, but I’m surprised to see you there in the chair. There are two more corners here you could have grabbed.”

Cassie spoke quickly, her voice rising a little, “You never told me to stand in the corner. I didn’t know…..”

“That’s OK”, Ron said, fiddling with the computer on his desk. The room was full of hardware befitting a man who made a living in high-tech security. “I wasn’t specific. We did want to see how you’d react though, seeing Sherri like this…”

“We?…Sherri, were you in..”

“No, no, not your partner in crime…”

Cassie was distracted as Ron went to the closet and brought out a thick wooden hairbrush. It was round and solid and Cassie couldn’t help thinking what how much of her friend’s butt this would cover in a single smack. Her eyes even darted to Sherri’s small, tight bottom as Ron walked over to his wife with the brush. “Remember this honey?” She turned to look then snapped her head back into the corner. “Yes I do”, she said.

“She remembers, alright”, he was addressing Cassie now. “I only used it on her the one time-when she missed a car payment then lied about it. That was 10 swats on the bare butt and it had hurt so much she begged me to only use it for the worst offences. Right honey?” There was no comment from the corner.

“My first thought, leaving here this morning, was that I’d get home and give my little drunk driver a hundred swats with this.” At the number, Sherri’s knees almost buckled and she gasped. “Oh yeah” said Ron hearing her reaction. “One hundred swats with this baby would really make an impression, wouldn’t it?”

“Please, Ron…” she pleaded feeling sick to her stomach.

Watching her friend cower in the corner, Cassie suddenly wished she was anywhere else. What was about to happen in this room was between them and she shouldn’t be seeing it. She said nothing though, sitting rod straight, supremely attentive to what Ron was doing at the desk. Then to the flicker of a large screen mounted on the wall at the end of the couch visible from anywhere in the room. The screen came alive with a storm of static and snowy buzz then, after a few tones, her husband Chet appeared from his office in Germany.

“Evening, Cap”, said Ron.

“Hi Gang…” Chet came back.

Cassie flopped back in the chair. She and Chet Skyped at least once a week so she was familiar with the technology and process but nothing she had at home matched the equipment they were using now.

“So, as I was saying”, Ron went on, “I needed this punishment to be very memorable, so I was stuck on this hundred number. That would be an impressive number wouldn’t it Sher?” There was no comment from the corner so Ron went on to explain how he had thought to keep the number but maybe split it up between the two miscreants. Fifty apiece.

Cassie caught up with his train of thought. “You think you’re gonna paddle me with that thing?”

“Yes I am…”

“No way Buster.”

“Cassie”, said Chet calmly from the TV on the wall. “I’ve heard things about you for the last year-not from Ron either-I was hearing things while we were both over here. About your drinking, your carousing…”

“Who are you talking to? Who’s telling you….”

Chet’s message was simple. He, and Ron, had friends in law enforcement all through the city and county. And in six months he will have put in his time and will be joining Ron in his security company that will put them in a very different tax bracket. But the job requires some discretion and could easily be scuttled by a couple of wives acting like wayward teenagers. “So we decided to nip this in the bud, so to speak, right now.”

“What if I don’t? What if I walk out now and just say no?”

“Then you better keep walking”, Chet told her. “Because you won’t want to deal with me when I get back.”

“And”, Ron pointed out with a nod to the corner, “Your girlfriend Sherri there will go back to taking the hundred swats herself.” Cassie actually saw Sherri’s butt cheeks clench at the thought. “So you go ahead Cassie-decide what you are going to do. Deal with the consequences of your actions or run out on your friend. Up to you.”

Ron sat in the middle of the couch and turned his attention back to his wife. “Come on Sherri,” he said. That whole “woman-power-strong-in-her-nudity-thing” was gone as Sherri padded across the floor toward her husband. She didn’t expect an audience for this and was wondering how strong she could be, how much she could take before blubbering like a little girl and begging him to stop.

Standing beside her seated husband she knew there was no modest or demure way to lower herself over his lap. She was pretty sure the camera was behind her to give Chet the best view of the proceedings so she could feel his eyes watching her butt fill his screen like a harvest moon. Worse, with one foot still on the floor and a knee on the couch as she bent forward onto her hands, she felt her labia expose itself to all who wanted to see. Sherri couldn’t know, of course, but Cassie turned away at that, feeling that some privacy was called for.

In a moment Sherri was settled across her husband’s lap. She stretched her legs out behind her and pulled a couch pillow under her head. Ron leaned over and laid the paddle on the floor within his wife’s reach. “I’m going to start with my hand-just to warm her up a little.”

“Your house, your rules”, Chet said from Germany.

With a little pat that made Sherri jump, he started spanking her. These were slaps more than anything, cracks with his fingers that stung but didn’t really hurt-yet. Sherri lay still as the smacks got harder and spread out across both cheeks. After a dozen or so they were hard enough to cause her to wiggle a little on impact. “OK,” said Ron, rubbing her bottom. “Enough of that. Give me the brush, Sherri.” That was a trick of his-make her give it to him.

She reached down and picked it up feeling the weight. She handed it back.

“Thank you” he said. Then he placed his left hand on her back as if to hold her down and raised the paddle. He brought it down with a loud WHACK on her right cheek. The impact caused her jump forward and Cassie to jump simultaneously up out of the chair. A second swat followed to the same spot and a third slammed into her left cheek. She was holding tightly to the cushion burying her face in the rough pile.

Cassie had settled back into the chair but held tightly onto the arms seemingly lifting herself up with every swat. Chet watched from Germany, riveted to his computer screen. He and Ron had spent too many hours together for him not to know what went on in their marriage. To hear about it was one thing. But to see this hot, sexy, smart woman displayed in front of like this getting paddled was something else again. He tried to stay as detached as he could but having watched Sherri at the pool for years, his eyes discreetly roaming over her backside, made detachment tough. Tougher still when Sherri let out a loud yelp after the fifteenth swat.

She had held out as long as she could. Her first yelp was followed by a loud “OUCH” and then, after two quick swats at the bottom of each cheek, a loud “OW-OW-OW-OW” as she lifted herself onto her elbows. “Easy”, said Ron, pushing her back down. Her back was slick with a thin sheen of sweat. “Stay still…”

“I’m trying”, she said quivering. “I am…”

He looked for spots on her bum that were relatively unscathed but the real estate that wasn’t deep red and maroon was shrinking. He lifted the brush and brought it down dead center creating an echoing sound in the valley between the purple mountains. The next landed in the same place etching two parallel lines on either side of her slender seam. These were the swats that broke her. The standalone yells and cries coalesced into a long winded wail as she kicked her legs back, up and down, and bawled into the pillow.

Ron pressed his hand onto the small of her back and smacked the paddle hard when her butt lifted in response. “BAAAWWWWW,” she cried uncontrollably. “I can’t take it-it hurts soooo bad….PLEASE RONNIE. PLEASE…!” In answer he swatted her high on the left cheek and she screamed, throwing her right foot onto the floor. She knew better than to try to get up-she was just digging her foot into the carpet…to give the pain a different place to go. Ron used the angle to swat her right haunch and she cried out and kicked wider. He sat back and gave her a moment to calm down. Everything she tried to conceal when she lay over his lap was now on display as her legs were splayed as widely as possible. Her body shuddered with sobs. He moved the paddle into his left hand and patted her tortured bum.

“Question for you,” he said.

“What?” she blubbered with a sniffle.

“Any more drinking and driving?”

“Oh God no. Never….Please. I promise. Never!!”

“Very good. How many swats was that? Was anyone counting?”

“Thirty four,” squeeked Cassie, forgotten on the chair. Tears had streaked down her face as she watched the paddling.

“There you go. Cassie’s watching out for you. Only 16 more.” This brought another torrent of tears from Sherri as she begged to be finished. Ron listened and waited, then reached over to grab the right thigh and pull her leg back up onto the couch. Her butt glowed angrily. “I’ll tell you what. If you lay here-with your legs together and behave, I’ll give you six more and we’ll call it finished at forty.”

“OK, OK…I’ll be good…” she crossed her ankles and gripped the pillow tightly but left her bottom slack. The swats came quickly and she cried and yelped but didn’t kick. In truth, Ron laid off on these swats-they were more wrist flicks than the full arm blows she had already absorbed. At the last swat-which was the lightest of all-Sherri went entirely limp; the only movement coming from the waning sobs that were now open to the room as she turned her head and lay it on the damp pillow.

“Nice job, Sherri. You’re done…Or you might be. It depends on Cassie now. How about it Cass? Are you going to take your medicine now-and it will only be forty swats-or does Sherri have to pick up your share as well?”

The room was silent but for Sherri’s snuffling. The few tears that had worked their way down Cassie’s cheeks were now flowing freely. “I don’t want to do this….Chet? Please. Do I have to?”

Ron answered for his friend. “You’re a grown woman-even if you don’t act like it. You don’t have to do anything. But I’m giving forty more swats out right now and I got a candidate here if you’re not ready.”

Sherri’s relief in being finished now turned to icy fear of starting all over again. Sherri lifted up on her arms to see Cassie. Cassie looked at her friend’s tear-stained and mottled face. “Please Cassie”, she pleaded. “Please….”

Chet looked like he was ready to jump through the screen and take matters into his own hands when Cassie finally said, “I’ll do it.”

“There you go Sherri! Done and done. Go ahead a get up.”

His wife got off of his lap slowly. She didn’t straighten all the way up but stayed bent at the knees and waist to better pat her very sore bottom. The skin felt tight and dry enough to crack. Without waiting to be told she shuffled off to the corner and straightened just enough to get close to the walls. “Get undressed Cassie”, she heard Chet say behind her. She would be happy with her view in the corner facing the walls.

Sherri’s Punishment (Part One)

She stood at the sink rubbing her temple and looking at the car parked in the driveway. More correctly, two tires-the driver’s side-were in the driveway. The other two tires were in the grass having gashed a deep rut in the newly laid sod and crushed two dahlias for good measure. She remembered pulling into the driveway and thinking she was close to the edging. Why hadn’t she looked once she got out? At least straightened it out. Sure the deep tread mark would still be there but she might have passed it off as a minor mistake-a little distraction-instead of the testament that it was.

He was up early getting ready to head out of town for a morning of trout fishing so there was no doubt that he had seen the car while she was still asleep. His truck was beside her car in the driveway-she knew with all his gear in place. She heard him coming up the steps behind her.

“So, you’re up?”

Tried a smile. “Not sure, yet.”

“Didn’t figure to see you this morning, what with the snoring, the bedroom smelling like Tijuana…If you don’t know, you got in around three.”

OK-that answered that question.

“Who were you with?”

“Just Cassie and I-to begin.” That was a good thing. Cassie was a friend of which he approved. He and Cassie’s husband had been in the Army together and the four of them spent a lot of time together when they were all stateside. For now, Cassie was solo as Chet was in Germany. Her soldier was out-working happily in civilian security. “We went down to The Aces” she continued “……then she ran into some people she knew from work, then we moved to Five Star…then to the Legion, I think…or someplace before that”

“You driving all these places?”

“No! Cassie was….”

“Was that any better?”

“I left my car at The Aces…” she continued, “Then, when we got back there…”

…You drove home.”

“I didn’t think I was that drunk.”

“But you don’t remember how many you went to-I know you don’t know how many you had….and I bet you hardly remember the drive home.” Her stomach tumbled a little. There was nothing to explain-he had her dead-to-rights. “OK, look. I have to meet some guys on the stream in an hour-so I gotta run. But let’s be straight-You left here last night to have a good time, which was fine. But the one thing we know-the one thing you knew that you couldn’t do was drive after you started drinking. That was the one thing forbidden to you, right? No matter what you do-that’s the one thing out of bounds. You knew that, right? We had agreed on that.”


“You had an extra $50 that I gave you for cab fare. You still have it?”


“So knowing that you were prohibited from doing it-knowing that you had the money so you didn’t have to do it-neither of these things mattered to you when it came down to it, did they?”

“But it was so late…Cabs are ridiculous…” She stopped herself. “No”, her head hung low and her voice was small.

“So I have to make sure that the next time you put yourself in that situation, that you do the right thing, right?”


“Ok. Here is what I need you to do…”

She listened looking at his shoes. She was on her own until 10 a.m. She should eat, maybe take a walk, clear her head, then shower. At 10:00 he wanted her in the corner. She knew the one-in his office, just off the first floor living room. Her back to his desk and the window behind. She was to stay in the corner for 20 minutes. He suggested she think about what she had done the night before.

Then at 11:00 she was to get back into the corner, but this time to take her pants and underwear down. She should again, use the time to reflect on the last evening and to consider the many points where she might have made a better choice.

“I’m supposed to take Dawn’s class at the gym at noon.”

“That’s not happening.”

She nodded, quickly, not raising her eyes but there was a hint of resistance. If she was six maybe she would have kicked her toe against the carpet. “You like this?” he asked? “Being treated this way?”


“Then remember what it feels like.”

At 1:00, she was to strip down totally. As he said, “not even any toe nail polish” which was kind of a joke between them since she typically didn’t wear any. Actually she was happy for the little bit of private levity. He wanted her in the corner naked until he came home. And during that time she should think about what was in store for her when he did.

He leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the cheek as he headed for the door. “Have a nice day now” he said on his way out. He was able to compartmentalize everything-maybe it was the military training. He was angry earlier-will be later-but now, having laid out the punishment for her he was able to put it all in a box and deal with it later.

That was his gift, not hers. Her head pounded and her stomach fluttered but it was less from last night’s tequila and more from what was to come. She looked at the clock and worked at doing what she could with the couple of hours ahead of her.

She didn’t even think about not doing what he’d ordered. Their marriage was strong and based on trust and honesty. Sure there were things they kept from each other, there were things left judiciously unsaid as in all marriages. But for them-especially in matters of discipline-there was complete transparency. This was not the first time that she had been sentenced to do something that he didn’t monitor.

So at 10:00 sharp she stepped into the corner, placing her phone on the table beside her set to buzz in 20 minutes. She shuffled her feet closer till her toes touched the walls and moved her nose close enough so she could feel the warmth of her own breath bouncing back off the wall in front of her. As instructed, she thought about the evening before.

Her plan had been to meet Cassie for a few drinks. They hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and some laughs and catching up was called for. Cassie was a firecracker and always drew a crowd. Women enjoyed her energy-she was always up for anything; looking for the next laugh or adventure. Men tended to gravitate toward her as much for her bubbling personality as her looks. Thick black curls and dancing brown eyes topped off a body that was 10 or 12 pounds away from being chunky but definitely wasn’t. As it was, she filled out her skin perfectly; stacked and tight in all the right places.

It was that lively sense of adventure that pulled them from The Aces and off to the next bar. But no, she wasn’t going to blame Cassie…she could have left her at any time, especially when Cassie had hooked up with her other friends. But she hadn’t… Her phone buzzed that 20 minutes were up. She stepped back from the corner and rolled her head to loosen a crick in her neck. With forty minutes to take care of the laundry she headed to the basement.

At two minutes to 11:00 she was back in the office. She stepped to the corner and unbuttoned her jean shorts. They were tight so she had to wiggle them down her thighs. Then she put her thumbs in the elastic of her underwear and rolled them down as well. She shuffled into place against the wall. She didn’t mind corner time fully dressed-sometimes the “time-out” worked almost as meditation. She almost didn’t mind corner-time fully naked. Long and lean with wide shoulders from years of swimming and tennis she was confident in her body. She knew how guys looked at her around the pool and, more importantly, how her husband looked at her unclothed. She retained some womanly power in her full nudity.

But she hated standing like this. Like this, she was a little girl again standing in the corner with her bare bum out waiting to be spanked. No power here as her shorts gave in to gravity and slipped into a puddle at her feet. Her underwear stayed mid-thigh.

She leaned her forehead against the wall and for the first time, as the cool air caressed her bare bottom, began to think about the punishment she would surely get when he came home. Spanking, of course, was nothing new to her. Depending upon the severity she could get through, work through or even enjoy a spanking especially if it was followed by rubbing, kissing and sometimes more. In the right frame of mind she could even enjoy the hard ones-looking at them as an athletic event…taking the best that the opponent could bring.

But she knew this would be something different. She could count on one hand the number of times she was flat-out punished in their marriage. They had all been well-deserved but that didn’t change the fact that they hurt. They hurt her outside obviously but inside as well. And it hurt both of them. The old saying “this will hurt me more than it does you” held in Ron’s case. She felt almost as bad for putting her husband through is as she felt for herself. He liked to spank her-for sure. But he didn’t like to hurt her. Today he would hurt her-and she knew she deserved it.

She clenched her bottom a little and her eyes started to sting when she was startled by Lady Gaga’s “Born this Way” coming out of her phone. Cassie. She looked at the phone and knew she wasn’t prohibited from talking in corner time. She put the phone on speaker. “Hey girlfriend”, Cassie sing-songed. “How are you feeling?”

“About how you’d expect. You?”

“Slept like the dead until an hour ago. Hot shower-now I’m fine…within limits. Don’t feed me tequila today.”

Sharon smiled leaning her head against the wall. “I’ll make a note of it.”

“Am I on speaker?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah, it’s just me.”

“Ron isn’t there…?”

“No-he went fishing this morning, remember?”

“Oh right, right……” Her end of the conversation flickered out for a moment. Then, in a lower voice, approaching a whisper “Did you get it this morning?”

“Get it?” Was she talking about sex? “Do you mean, did I get any?”

Cassie laughed-“I wish! No, no did he….beat your ass this morning?”

Oh shit-SHIT! What had she told her last night?

“….Or did he do it last night when you got home?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked with a dead voice.

Cassie related what she had told her the night before. How Ron was getting touchy about how much she drank-how she had to watch herself tonight and not get too drunk or she’d get spanked-one on the worst spankings she had ever gotten was when she had broken the glass on the china cupboard when drunk….on and on. By the time Cassie was finished talking Sherri had both hands clenched at the back of her neck pulling her head against the wall.

“Sherri? You still there?”

“Oh yes.“ she sighed. “I’m here alright.” Not adding, “standing bare-assed in the corner.” “Please Cassie, do me the biggest favor you ever could and forget everything I told you last night.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone…”

Of course she would-three drinks and things fly out of her mouth like bats out of a cave. Sherri was approaching full panic mode trying to figure how she was going to fix this. She could hear Cassie talking in the background but she was paying her no mind until the phrase…”I’ll talk to Ron…” crackled into the room.

“Wait..! What? You’ll talk to Ron about what?”

“I just don’t think it’s fair…you only were out because of me. Maybe he’ll go easier on you if I explain the situation.”

“Cassie-that is such a horrible idea. You will make it worse, believe me. I did what I did-I’ll deal with it.”

“Come on, we’re all friends here. Ron likes me-I bet you I can get you out of this…”

“Look”, she’d try lying. “There’s nothing to get me out of. What I talked about last night….I was drunk. That’s all. Just babbling. About things we used to do. Used to-not anymore. He’s pissed at me, sure. But he’s fishing and I’m cleaning the house and when he comes home we’re going shopping. He’ll get over it-I’ll go on the wagon for a few days…it’s all good.”

Here phone alarm went off. Her twenty minutes were up. “What’s that?”

“Dryer, Babe. I have to go get the load out before it wrinkles. That would really piss him off.”

Cassie laughed lightly. “OK, girlfriend, if you’re sure you’re OK.”

“It’s all good-I’ll talk to you later.” She stabbed the “END” button quickly-before her friend could say anything more. She was so distracted she almost tripped on the shorts at her feet. “Christ”, she grumbled pulling up her panties “why can’t I just shut my mouth sometimes.”

The time until 1:00 flew. As far as she was concerned, the preliminaries were over. Ron usually spent two or no more than three hours on the stream so she expected him home sooner rather than later so the foreboding that she had felt all morning now kicked into a full blown dread of what was to come.

She was back in the office at ten to one pulling her T-shirt off over her head which she laid over the back of the chair. She wasn’t wearing a bra-didn’t really need one around the house. Her breasts weren’t that large (he called them just right) and they supported themselves-at least around the house-just fine. Down went the shorts again and this time she pushed her underwear down to the floor bending to pick them up and place them on the chair too. She caught sight of herself in the full length mirror that had remained in here from when this office was a bedroom. Nervously she ran her hands down her chest and along her thighs then, turning, across her bottom. She was back in the corner with five minutes to spare actually hoping he would be home soon. As he knew, the waiting was the worst part.

It wasn’t ten minutes later when she heard the back door open and her heart jumped into her throat. She hadn’t even heard the truck. “I’m in here”, she called over her shoulder, her voice breaking just a bit. Of course she was in there-where else would she be?

She listened to the footsteps coming down the hall and pulled herself up straight, kicked her shoulders out a bit and tightened her bottom a tad to present the best “ready” posture she could. She deserved what was coming and would accept her fate. She closed her eyes as the steps came into the office.

“Holy shit, Sherri. What are you doing?”

Cassie! What was she doing here? He eyes were wide open again staring at the wall as she tried to think of something quick. But that something couldn’t involve leaving the corner; Ron could walk in anytime and her not being where she needed to be would be a disaster. Her brain scrambled for something to say but nothing came to mind that could make this seem like something else. She sighed and looked over her shoulder to where Cassie was apparently frozen to the carpet. “What are you doing here?” she asked weakly.

“Ron called me…”

“My Ron?”

“Yeah-he called and told me to come over. That he was on his way home and wanted to see me. What’s going on?”

“Maybe you better sit down, Cass. Just move my clothes off the chair. How long do we have before he gets here?”

“He didn’t say….I”

She was interrupted by her phone’s ring. Cassie sat on the chair and watched her friend lean over to pick it up not turning at all away from the corner. Sherri looked at the phone-“It’s him. Hello? Yes, she’s here-just walked in. Kind of a surprise, yes…..a little awkward” back over her shoulder, “wouldn’t you say it’s a little awkward, Cass?”

“A little, yes,” said Cassie lightly flicking her eyes anywhere to avoid staring at her friend’s naked back. They had spent enough time in the pool’s locker room to have seen everything there was to see of each other, so Sherri’s nakedness wasn’t an issue-but the context of it surely was. For the first time since she got here a tiny flutter of butterflies flickered in her belly. Sherri hung up the phone.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes”, she said.

“OK. So what’s going on?” she repeated.

As Sherri told her story into the corner, the tiny flutter in Cassie’s belly grew. It was one thing to hear drunken stories about spankings and paddlings for household mistakes or misbehaviors in a crowded bar but another thing altogether to hear about them in the room where a punishment like that seemed imminent. Now Cassie couldn’t avoid glancing then gazing at her friend’s naked bottom. Was this really going to happen in front of her?