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Two I’d Rather Face The Judge

If a wife is careless with her husband’s most precious possession, how angry will he be? And what if she herself is that most precious possession? Does he take her punishment to a level that even leaves him shaken?

Linda and Fred had been married for about five years, and they were very happy years. Fred made a good living, and so did Linda. They weren’t rich by any means, but they were comfortable. They didn’t have any children yet, but they were looking forward to having one fairly soon.

They were an attractive couple. Fred had salt and pepper hair, a little surprising at his age, but the color really set off his slate blue eyes. His eyes should have seemed cold, but they seldom were. He was an easygoing man, filled with enough life and joy that his eyes sparkled with warmth. Linda had more curves than was fashionable but they looked great on her. Her hair was warm sable, and her hazel eyes were always filled with amusement. Almost always.

Linda and Fred played spanking games, just for fun. It was simply a part of their love play. It was teasing and fun, lighthearted, and never taken to extremes. The only time it was more serious was when Fred gave Linda a discipline spanking.

However he seldom did that. Fred had several reasons for not using domestic discipline very often. For one thing, he preferred to have spanking as a part of their fun play, and he felt that too many discipline spankings would take the fun out of it. For another, he believed that for him to use discipline on Linda meant he had to be practically perfect, and he knew he was a long ways from it. He was also a very kind man at heart and very much in love with Linda.

Fred would never spank Linda for spending too much money, for instance, or for talking back to him. He didn’t care if she swore like a drunken sailor. He never lectured her about her manners or how she dressed. He never got angry if she argued with him or acted defiant. The only two things he would discipline her for were doing something to put herself in danger, and lying about it.

If she did something careless or unsafe, and if she took a risk of hurting herself or others, he would step in and he would be merciless. He wanted her with him for a long, long time. That didn’t mean she couldn’t play sports, ride horses or go out with the girls. It just meant she had to do things with safety in mind, avoiding unnecessary risks. Things like wearing a helmet when she rode her bike, or calling him if she got stranded somewhere and felt unsafe. Even calling him if she had a few drinks, instead of driving home.

Of course lying to avoid chastisement was also a big blunder; if she were caught, she would get double the punishment. It was worse, far worse, and he often threatened that it would be repeated the next day. So far, it never had.

Linda was in the kitchen fixing dinner, when Fred started balancing the checkbook and paying the monthly bills. He looked in her purse like he always did, looking for her checkbook and the log she kept of ATM withdrawals and debit purchases. He went through the bills, which were set aside for payment, and checked the day’s mail for any new bills and credit card statements. He saw an envelope from the court system and put it in the stack, thinking it was probably jury duty. He spread it all out on his desk, sorting things into neat little piles.

He opened the letter and his blood ran cold. Linda had gotten a speeding ticket, one of the few things guaranteed to earn her a serious spanking. The fact that she hadn’t told him about it only made it worse. The fact that is was for going twenty miles over the limit, sealed her fate. Twenty miles! What did she think she was doing, re-enacting the Indianapolis 500?

He set the incriminating letter aside and went back to the checkbook. He deducted all the ATM withdrawals each of them had made, and the debit purchases, and looked over the checks, totaling everything. He was so engrossed in the math, he almost missed the realization of one entry in her checkbook.

He looked over the batch of cancelled checks the bank had enclosed with the statement. His blood began to boil. There was another fine paid to the court system. A large fine. He checked the date, and sure enough – it was paid before Linda got the speeding ticket. That meant she had two tickets in one month and hadn’t told him about either one. Her goose was well and truly cooked.

Linda peaked out of the kitchen and saw Fred with the checkbook from her purse. She knew he would find the check for the ticket she’d paid. She wondered if she could come up with any reason for paying that big a fine that would not get her spanked. Or, if she did find a suitable explanation, would she be able to get Fred to believe her.

She knew if she didn’t find a way out of it, she was in trouble big time. He would consider it two things to be punished: for the ticket, and not telling him up front. She didn’t mind spanking but Fred’s discipline spankings were well, a pain in the ass.

“Fred, I have dinner ready,” she said sounding as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

She walked over to him and slipped her arms around his neck. As she looked down at the desk, she saw the envelope. It looked so familiar, just like the one she got telling her how much it was going to cost her for her last speeding ticket. It was opened, but the contents were still inside the envelope. Maybe he hadn’t pulled them out and read it yet, she hoped. Somehow, she knew she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Fred turned his head and kissed her. “I’ll be right there, love,” he said, not seeming to have anything on his mind. “You wouldn’t believe how high our insurance is going up! It’s criminal! We’re safe drivers. We don’t have any accidents or tickets on our records.”

“It’s terrible, I know,” she said faintly, as she went back to the kitchen.

They had a pleasant meal. She had prepared a casserole and a salad. There was a fresh strawberry pie, which he had brought home for dessert. They talked about their day over dinner. He never let her know that he had seen the tickets.

They watched a little TV, sitting side by side on the sofa, before going up to bed. As they got ready for bed, he got amorous. He was kissing her and teasing her, arousing her.

She got a spanking all right, fun and erotic, followed by a bout of lovemaking that, well, topped the chart of what they’ve had recently. They made love so tenderly and passionately that it seemed like the first fire of their romance. Afterwards, as she cuddled in his arms, she thought she’d been lucky. Apparently he hadn’t noticed the speeding tickets.

She began to drift off to sleep, contented and sated. She barely felt him get out of bed. She never realized that he had pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing fazed her until he shook her awake.

“Linda, wake up!” he commanded. “And I mean now!”

“Fred, what is it?” She yawned and stretched.

“It’s time for you to pay for your speeding tickets,” he said sternly, “and for not telling me about them in the first place. Did you think you could hide them from me? Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Get in the corner.”

Linda sat up, instantly awake, and instantly dreading what she knew was coming. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, knowing it wouldn’t help her at all. She was shaking as she stood up and walked into the corner. She hated corner time, but she hated what came after even more.

He went to their collection of toys and began to search through, considering and rejecting some, pulling others out. He had a paddle, a strap and the cane laid out before he told her to come over to the bed.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he sternly ordered her to stand in front of him, with her eyes down. In spite of that she noticed he had pulled out the most stinging paddle and strap, not the ones that caused the most deep tissue pain. She puzzled at that even as he began the lecture. And it was some lecture.

“Linda, I love you,” he began, “and my biggest fear is losing you. I don’t know how I’d cope, how I‘d even go on if anything happened to you. That’s why the only time I really get mad is when you take unnecessary risks. Risks like drinking and driving, or driving after having a few drinks, or in bad weather. You can call me anytime and we’ll work out a way for you to get home safely.”

“You can call a cab or find a safe place to stay overnight. Whatever it takes. I do the same thing because I never want to leave you.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said simply, her head hung low.

“I know you are,” he told her quietly, “but speeding is something you can avoid. Just slow down. There is no place you have to be so bad that you can’t take time to get there safely. I lost two family members and one friend to traffic accidents. Do you think I want to lose you too?”

“No, Fred.”

“You were going 20 miles over the speed limit, or more, when you got one ticket. How fast were you going when you got the other?”

“It was written as 45 in a 30 MPH zone,” she admitted softly, “but it was more like 50.”

“So you need to learn a lesson, a very serious lesson,” he said firmly. “You need to learn to follow the posted speed limits. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Fred.”

“And you need to learn this lesson twice over, agreed?”

“Yes, Fred.”

“There’s something more,” he glared at her, “I hate it when you lie to me. It’s the only other thing I get mad about.”

“I didn… ” she began.

“By not telling me and accepting your punishment, that’s just what you did.” There was no compromise in his voice. None in his eyes. “You will pay for those lies as well as the two tickets. I’m afraid it will take more than I can give you in one night. You will be punished tonight and again tomorrow night. Tonight we’ll use the stinging implements, and tomorrow we’ll use the ones that go deeper.”

“Fred.” It sounded plaintive. She paused but knew she had something she needed to say, “Fred, I have to tell you something. I got a parking ticket today.”

“So what?” he said lightly. “Parking badly may be stupid, but it’s not going to put you in physical danger, is it?”

“No.”

“Then let’s get back to the matter at hand.” He was stern.

“Fred, I… ”

“Not one word, unless you want to go for three nights.” She kept her mouth firmly shut.

“And you will get the cane both nights, two dozen cuts,” he added.

Her mouth shot open but he silenced her with a stern glance.

“Over my knees,” he said without emotion.

Once she was in position, he began to spank her without mercy, without warm-up, fast and hard. Each slap of his hand causing a loud CLAP as it landed. Each slap caused her to moan and gasp.

It was a long spanking, a very long spanking. There was no mercy, no easy spanks, no slowing down. Finally he finished.

“Lay face down on the bed,” he commanded.

She put herself in position. He paddled her; again it was very hard and very fast. The paddle made a sharp CRACK, and her gasps became sharp little yelps of pain. She sounded strangely like a puppy that was accidentally stepped on. Finally, after an unbearable amount of time he stopped.

Just long enough to pick up the leather. WHAP! Although she was used to spankings, she had very seldom been punished, really punished. The forty or fifty with the strap were almost unbearable.

Finally, he gave the order for her to put the paddle away and bring the cane. She did, and then he ordered her to bend over the back of a chair and grab the seat. Normally she got half as many with the cane as with any other implement, but he sternly announced two dozen, and ordered her to ask for them, thank him for each one and keep count.

“Please give me the first,” she said softly. Slash!

“Ah! One, thank you. May I have another?” she managed. Slash!

“Two, Ouch! Thank you. May I have another?” Her voice was even softer.

“Speak up clearly,” he ordered her, “or the stroke won’t count.” And so it went, it was the most severe punishment she’d ever received and there was no hint of enjoyment or arousal behind the pain. It was just pain. Pure pain. The full two dozen with the cane almost killed her. At least it felt that way to her.

“Stand in the corner!” he ordered sharply.

Two corner times, two! She thought. I’ll kill him. What she did not see, with her nose in the corner, was how badly his hands were shaking, and how pale his face was. It was a long time before he composed himself and told her she could come back to bed.

For the first time after any spanking, fun or discipline, there was no comforting hugs, no aftercare and no lotion tenderly rubbed on the injured area. Also for the first time, there was no cuddling, no tender lovemaking after the spanking.

As she drifted off to sleep she had one question for him. “Fred, why did you wait until after we made love to punish me?”

“I wanted to get rid of any pheromones before you got the spanking,” he said coldly. “I wanted to make sure you felt no trace of pleasure from your punishment.”

“It worked,” she said, still sounding weepy, “believe me it worked.”

“And I knew you’d be very sore, and badly marked after,” he added.

“When have soreness and marks ever stopped me from making love?” she sighed, and before morning, they did in fact make love again. Still, she dreaded the night to come. The anticipation was almost worse than the punishment.

The next day she stayed home from work. Not only was she sore, but also she dreaded the coming night.

She woke up feeling queasy and unsettled. The feeling passed but it jogged something in her memory.

That night as a grim Fred came it the door, she had a surprise for him. She had cooked a fantastic dinner for him.

“Time to go upstairs,” he sounded resigned.

“I think you might want to change your plans for tonight,” she grinned at him impishly.

“Have you come up with a flimsy excuse to get out of your punishment?” he sounded skeptical.

“A way out, yes,” she smiled at him. “Flimsy? No. I just found another reason to be extra careful.”

She held out the little stick that said, “PREGNANT.”

Sometimes you know you are wrong and careless. Sometimes a lesson works to change your ways. Sometimes you just have to grow up and find a new reason to protect yourself and your family.