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‘I was looking for you!’ I said.

My husband Chuck cocked an eyebrow at me and smiled. ‘Figured I’d headed for the hills, Alice? Run off into the wild blue yonder?’

‘The mall is not that bad,’ I said, dropping to a stone bench by the fountain. Or, as Chuck called it, the give-us-free-money water exhibit. The bottom was studded with silver and copper. I watched a row of toddlers guided by their harried mother walk along the edges to spy the coins.

‘The mall is the ninth circle of hell,’ he said, dropping down next to me. ‘But we might as well do a check to make sure we got everything on the list so we don’t have to come back. Ever.’

I snorted, rolling my eyes. ‘You first.’

Chuck rifled in the bag and then pulled it wide. ‘Three pairs of dress socks, a package of running socks, new stone-coloured chinos, a button-down blue shirt to replace the one you stole from me.’

‘Borrowed,’ I interjected.

‘Stole. Oh, and a new shaving kit for that trip in January.’

‘Good job!’ I said it in my best kindergarten-teacher voice and he nudged me with his leg. ‘My turn.’

Various bags sat stacked around my feet. ‘New pyjamas for the pair you shrank.’

‘Machine malfunction.’

‘You shrank them.’

Chuck shook his head and peered into my next bag.

‘New panties, new hose, a black sweater for next week when the board of education does its tour.’

‘Are you in mourning?’

‘No, I feel stronger in black,’ I said.

‘Makes sense. And …’

‘And what?’

‘And you bought something you weren’t supposed to. I can see it on your face,’ he said.

I fingered the small sterling silver lightning bolt at my throat. ‘It was on my birthday list. But I couldn’t wait,’ I said and showed him.

Chuck’s nice kissable mouth narrowed down to a harsh line and he said, ‘I guess I can call and tell them to put the one they’re holding for me back on the shelf.’

Damn.

* * *

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.’ I had to run to keep up with him, almost.

Chuck walked at his normal fast clip but with a bit of anger behind it, and it was damn near impossible to keep up with him.

‘You wrote it on your list, Alice. I’ve asked you so many times to not –’

‘I know! To not buy something I’ve put on my list and you’re right and I’m sorry but I was in the store and it was there and I’m about to turn forty and I thought I’d treat myself and … I just … forgot.’

Chuck turned to me, our bags rustling together as we stood almost eye to eye thanks to my three-inch boot heels. November wind whipped a piece of my hair around his face as if I were stroking him.

‘You forgot?’ he said, his voice so low it was snatched away by another gust.

My stomach twisted with nerves and I shifted my body from a surge of guilt. ‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘Really?’

I eyed the toes of my black suede boots and clenched my fists against that free-fall feeling in my gut. ‘No. I knew it was on the list and I bought it because I have no patience.’

‘Thank you,’ he said, walking again. We were almost at the car and I felt terrible – therefore I scampered to keep up with him, though that wasn’t usually my nature.

‘For what?’ I asked, exasperated.

‘For at least being honest.’

He popped our trunk and dropped his bags inside. Then, ever the gentleman, he took my bags one by one and tucked them in the dark depths.

‘We met during a lightning storm. And it’s one of my fondest memories,’ I babbled, trying to make amends.

What an idiot I was. Of course one of the things he’d be sure to get me was the lightning bolt. For the very same reasons I’d been impatient.

‘Which is why I wanted to get it for you.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said finally.

‘Get in the car.’ He walked me around and opened the door.

The wind scattered and tossed my hair again and as I moved past him I kissed him gently, mumbling against his firm mouth, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘I know you are, babe. But you still have to pay.’

* * *

All the way home I shifted. I smoothed my skirt, crossed my legs and tightened the belt of my big warm coat. I twirled my hair and watched Chuck out of my peripheral vision, but I could not bring myself to ask him what he meant.

I thought I knew. And I was both horrified and excited. Once upon a time after a party, I’d spilled a whole bottle of good wine. One thing had led to another and there had been a spanking. For me. Followed quickly by a fuck like no other we’d ever had.

We hadn’t done it again. I don’t know why. But now it hung in the air like a heavy scent.

That’s where this was going.

Another small rush of fluid escaped my cunt, making my panties wet. It was pretty clear how my body felt about it. I just wasn’t sure of my mind.

‘It looks nice by the way,’ he said when we got closer to home.

‘What does?’ My mind had been going a mile a minute. I was lost in a fog of my own thought.

At the red light he turned a little and pressed his fingertip over the small lightning bolt, pressing it against and slightly into my skin. ‘This. It’s going to look even better when it’s the only thing you’re wearing. That and a whole lot of red skin.’

Judging by the sound that slipped out of me at that moment, my mind was as on board with his plan as my body.

The rest of the car ride home was impossibly long. A molasses drip of time that made me clench my finger with anticipation.

Chuck unloaded – gallant as ever – while I tried to unlock the door with trembling fingers. Inside, our bags hit the hardwood floor with a rustling protest and he turned to me, pressing in close, and said, ‘Take everything off but the necklace.’

My mouth popped open – I assumed I had something to say – and yet I said nothing. My hands warred restlessly with one another in front of me.

Chuck locked the door and, when he found me standing perfectly still, he put his big hands – familiar and loved and, yes, about to spank me, I assumed – on my shoulders and physically turned me. ‘Go,’ he said, patting my ass and prompting me on.

I shuffled forward, my boots feeling more like concrete blocks strapped to my feet than fashionable footwear. Trudging up the stairs, I came up with a thousand and one arguments against what was about to happen. And yet, when I stripped my silk panties free of my body, they were not damp. They were soaked.

My pussy clenched and unclenched as if on the verge of orgasm as I waited. Tom Petty was right, the waiting is the hardest part. So I counted the tiles that ran along the top of our bedroom wall. Imported Italian tiles that had a design in the perfect shade of cobalt blue. We’d found them when –

‘Ready, Alice?’

I hadn’t heard him coming and I jumped, clutching at my throat, at the contraband small silver charm that had started this all. But I felt a throbbing pulse in my neck, my ears, my cunt.

‘I … can’t we … I could return it!’ I blurted.

He chuckled, undoing his sensible maroon tie and kicking off his expensive leather loafers. ‘No, we can’t. I don’t do make-believe and I won’t pretend you didn’t do it. I mean, how many honest-to-goodness requests do I make of you?’

‘Not many.’

‘And hasn’t that always been … what shall we call it?’ He put his tie on the tie rack in his closet, his shoes neatly in line with the others. He shucked his button-down and his slacks.

‘Pet peeve?’ I sighed.

Chuck nodded. ‘Good choice. Hasn’t the birthday/Christmas list thing always been a pet peeve of mine? If you put it on the list you don’t –’

‘– buy it,’ I finished softly.

He walked to me with slow measured steps. Silent like a fucking ninja is my husband. He kneed my legs apart and clinically reached between my trembling legs and pushed a single finger into me. ‘You are extremely wet, Alice.’

I nodded, blushing.

‘But you’re still trying to get out of it.’

Another shrug and I stared at my bare toes on the coffee-coloured rug. Our room was chilly and my nipples spiked with the chill. Chuck stripped off his underwear.

‘Kneel,’ he said.

Cock in hand, he touched the tip of himself to one nipple and then the other.

I waited, I watched, his extremely warm smooth skin brushing my chilly flesh. He stood straighter, moved closer, rubbed himself on my bottom lip and said, ‘Open.’

I opened my mouth, sighing as I did it, and let him slide his erection past my lips and over my tongue. He held my head in his hands, thrusting slowly, fucking my mouth as a flurry of butterflies filled my belly and more moisture slipped from my body.

He only did it for a second and when he pulled free of my mouth I had to force myself not to chase after him with my lips.

‘I think, if you tell the truth, you want it.’ Chuck stared me down, pressed his finger to my lightning bolt.

A shiver coursed through me and goosebumps rose on my thighs and breasts.

‘I want it but I’m desperately anxious.’ It was hard to admit but I made myself.

We were close and honest and I loved him more than anything. I told him the truth even when it made me uncomfortable.

He nodded, brushed my hair back and said, ‘So we’ll get on with the spanking.’

‘But it’s my birthday soon!’ I blurted, fear lancing through my belly. As if that were the most logical argument.

‘What better reason then? It’s an occasion.’ He smiled and pointed to our bed. ‘On your knees. Forty is a big milestone. I think we need to do it up right. Ten hard, ten soft, ten hard, ten soft.’

I gaped at him. ‘Forty blows?’

‘You’re right,’ he said, taking my hand and helping me stand. ‘I forgot the one for luck.’

Chuck turned me and nudged the back of my legs with his knee. I buckled to the bed and put my ass in the air. Visions of our first and only spanking ricocheted through my mind. The sound of it, the feel of his hand striking my flesh, the sparkling pain bleeding into the dull throbbing pleasure. And the fucking after … oh, God.

His fingers slipped back inside me while another one touched my clit. ‘Your mouth says no, Alice. But your pussy says yes.’

When he said pussy, when he talked bluntly to me, it did something to me. My cunt gripped up around his fingers and my eyes shut tight. I wanted to come so bad but knew I had miles to go before that happened.

‘We’ll start with hard.’

I braced myself but what came was a big maddening yawn of time. Nothing.

Chuck touched my ass with a soft caress from the base of my spine to the bottom of my cheek and back up again. A smoothing lulling stroke that had my muscles turning to butter.

Until the gentle touch vanished, and his hand came down.

The crack split my hearing before I actually felt it and then fire nestled in my skin. Tiny tentacles of pain spread out to my lower back, my flanks, the backs of my thighs. I had no time to catch my breath before the next blow landed. It streaked pain across the other side and now both halves of me ached. A balanced blaze of pain that stole my breath.

Blows three and four landed and my cunt seized up around nothing even as the flaring pain made my knees shake. I reminded myself these were the hard blows and soft would come next. I held on to that, clutching the sheets in my fingers as the next two were laid across my fiery skin.

‘Here we go, seven and eight,’ Chuck said, but, instead of landing them, he trailed a fingertip down my ass crack; finding the unyielding ring of my anus, he pressed enough to send another flare of anxiety through me.

I tensed and relaxed when he withdrew. When I relaxed, he dropped the final four spanks in quick succession, muttering to himself as he did.

Then there was silence. A great vacuum where nothing existed but the rush of blood in my ears. The torturous pain bled into dully throbbing pleasure, my pussy picking up the tempo of my heart. I moaned, hair hanging in my face. I felt him sit, the bed dipping just a bit with his weight.

‘Stand up, Alice.’

I stood on legs so weak they felt made of water and air.

He smiled. ‘Come on. Come to me.’ He sat at the foot of our bed – sitting up straight and proper, knees together, feet on the floor. He was big and handsome and muscular. A sweep of sandy hair over his forehead and impossibly dark-brown eyes. He watched me and I felt ridiculously naked. Whatever lay beyond naked, that was how I felt.

When I finally stood before him, he said, ‘Spread your legs some.’

I kicked my stance wider and my husband – calm, cool and collected – drove a thick batch of fingers into me. Three, if I saw right. His thumb found my clit, his fingers my G-spot, and I chewed my bottom lip to keep from weeping.

Through it all, I touched the small silver lightning bolt at my throat.

He patted his lap. ‘Come on.’

I followed his lead and held his offered hands while I straddled his lap. His hard cock nudged the split of my nether lips. All of me so wet with juices, the easy slide of his shaft along my clit made me freeze. I felt like I might come at any moment. Pain was dancing with pleasure and the result was a confused kind of urgent need.

‘Raise up a little.’

I pressed my weight on my knees, raising my body so Chuck could rake his tip along my hole, and when he said, ‘Lower,’ I sank down on him one agonising inch at a time.

When he was fully seated in me, stretching me gorgeously, he said, ‘Do. Not. Come.’

Eye to eye he waited for me to nod and I started to pray. Please God, please don’t let me come. Please don’t …

I lost my train of thought as he held the meaty part of my hips and rocked me, manipulating my motions so the pleasure built and built and built until I was nearly weeping with trying to restrain myself. With every motion, he drove up under me in short little bursts and, when I thought it was too much, I sobbed aloud and he tsked gently.

‘OK, I’ll take pity.’ He sounded so reserved but his eyes were glazed and his jaw was tight. I was not the only one who was being tested.

He pulled free of me by pushing me back and the next order was issued. ‘Over my knees.’

Oh fuck.

I sighed mightily, more from trying to get enough air than anything else. Slowly, I dropped to my knees and started to drape myself across him.

‘Oh, before you do, take care of this,’ Chuck said.

My lips on his soft fragrant skin – steeped in the musky scent of me and my arousal – I lapped at him. Licked him clean so his erection bobbed against my mouth. And when he told me, ‘Enough,’ I got my revenge by sucking him very hard one time in the way I knew always pushed him too close to the edge for comfort.

Chuck grabbed my long wavy hair and tugged me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. ‘I said enough.’

And then I was over his knee.

These are gentle. Don’t worry …

Problem was, gentle was worse than hard. Strokes one and two on my warm throbbing skin nearly made me come.

The thud rode through me and I felt the first tender flex of orgasm in my pussy.

Fuck.

‘Count the rest for me, so I don’t forget.’

‘Three, four …’ I sighed.

He stopped to insert a finger into me. Chuck twisted it and pressed it and nudged it until silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

‘My goodness, someone is tight.’

I didn’t say anything. When the next blows fell, I whimpered, ‘Five, six, seven …’

This time he smoothed his hand up my spine, slowly trailing his fingertips up the ridges of my spine so all the fine hairs on me rose up and quivered.

‘And the final ones.’

Tap-tap-tap.

He was barely striking me. It was just a mild vibration coursing through me, adding to the cacophony of arousal in my body. I pressed my thighs together and then realised that was stupid when I damn near orgasmed.

‘Now go get us that nice bottle of wine.’

‘I … what?’ I blinked and stood slowly. His hands on my arm and my spine as I rose, steadying me chivalrously.

‘Go get us some wine. Take a little break before we go hard again.’

I took a deep breath to steel myself but as I turned he grabbed my wrist and tugged me back to stand right in front of him. ‘Oh, I almost forgot.’

Chuck pressed his face to my pussy. He found my clit with the tip of his tongue, snaking it between my shaking legs to lap at me. He licked and licked and then sucked the hard knot of flesh.

All I could hear in my head was don’t come … do not come … don’t come, Alice. I heard it all the way up to the moment where I gripped his broad freckled shoulders and came. My pussy offering up a rush of fluid with every spasm.

Chuck calmly licked me clean and when his bright eyes found me he smiled. ‘Uh-oh. Looks like someone is going to deserve every hard spank she gets. Now get the wine.’

He pinched my ass then, hard enough that my ears started to ring and my slick cunt grasped up around nothing again.

I hurried down to the kitchen on leaden feet. After finding glasses and a corkscrew, I paused to watch new snow falling. Just flurries and fluffs blowing in the wind. But pretty. And I imagined how it would feel to let that snow kiss the blushing flesh on my bottom. How cool it would feel when it melted on the pain-painted skin. How good.

I heard a creak upstairs and made my way back upstairs, legs shaking, flesh burning. ‘Here we go,’ I said softly.

Chuck had opened the blinds. Our bedroom sat high above other houses – this being an addition. So the only ones who had a view into our room despite the falling dusk were squirrels.

‘Pretty, isn’t it?’

I nodded, pouring out two glasses. My hand shook and the glasses tinkled together. Every heartbeat thundered in my cunt. Every cool drift of air spiked my nipples.

‘Pretty like lightning but different.’

‘Yes, different.’

Chuck patted the end of the bed and said, ‘Sit.’

‘I … um … it hurts.’

‘Sit,’ he said.

I sat. The feel of dropping so soon to that tender skin made me wince, but, God, how I wanted to come again. God, how I wanted him to fuck me.

‘Tell me about it.’ He sipped his wine watching the snow.

‘You know this is the world’s longest spanking!’ I blurted. I tended to do that when frustrated and anxious.

Chuck smiled and patted my naked thigh. ‘You know I never like to rush a good thing. Now tell me about it.’