Abandoning the ruler, Cissy got a good hold on the hairbrush and smacked it down on the fullest part of his ass. Len cried out and she repeated the action on the other cheek. Between the spoon and the ruler, his ass was now turning a darker pink, and the hairbrush left even darker marks. But she had a feeling she shouldn’t end the spanking just yet. Though Len was obviously in pain, he wasn’t crying or making promises or any of those things the website talked about.
Cissy’s arm was starting to burn, but she continued on, laying the brush into every inch of Len’s ass and a few inches down the backs of his thighs. He was gasping and groaning at each contact, and when his ass started to turn from pink to crimson and she heard a strange noise, definitely involuntary, leave his mouth, she stopped.
Len turned and hugged her, wincing as he put weight on his spanked ass. He was crying. She hadn’t seen it or even heard it since he’d tried to bury his face in the couch cushions, but he was. He burrowed into her neck and she felt his lips skim over her skin. “Thank you.”
Her head snapped up and away so she could look at his face. “What?”
“Thank you.”
“I-I hurt you.”
“I asked you to. And I needed it.”
She felt tears well up in her eyes despite her best intentions to remain in control. “Are you sure?”
He turned more fully, wincing again. “Yes, I’m sure. Honey, I need you to be strong. There are so many freaking emotions running through me, I can’t handle you breaking down. You didn’t hurt me. Well, I mean, the spanking hurt like a, well, I know how you hate hearing me swear, so let’s just say it hurt a lot. But you didn’t injure me. I’ll no doubt feel this for a couple of days, but with how much I’ve hurt you, I should feel some of it back. And more.” Len swiped at the tear starting to streak down her cheek. “So am I forgiven? At least a little bit?”
Cissy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Yes, honey.”
“Good, because I’d really like to make love to my wife if that’s okay. If you don’t want to so soon after spanking me, that’s okay too, but for some reason even though you spanking me hurt like the dickens it kinda made me horny too.”
Cissy looked down. Either Len’s erection hadn’t flagged during his spanking or it had recovered quickly. Truth be told, she was puzzled how he could’ve gotten off from something like a spanking. It had to be humiliating, didn’t it, not to mention painful? Her husband had been over her lap with his shorts and boxers down around his ankles, his ass bared, getting spanked by his wife. What was sexy about that? She knew there were different types of spanking, but she hadn’t intended for this one to be a sexy spanking. It was a punishment. Maybe it didn’t matter to him.
For her part, in some ways it was exciting sexually to see her husband finally get his comeuppance. Cissy had spent so much time trying to get him to do his part around the house, to pay more attention to her, and as she’d turned his ass red, it felt like vindication, but it was also such a heady feeling to have him under her control.
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Len stepped into the bathroom and dropped his shorts and boxers off his scalding ass. Turning, he looked over his shoulder. Cissy had blistered his ass good. It was bright red with some angrier-looking dark lines. He wasn’t sure which implement had caused them, but even as he probed them gently with his fingertips they hurt like a motherfucker. Try as he might, he hadn’t been able to hold in the tears. He was sure Cissy thought they were because of the spanking, and while that had hurt like hell, hurt worse than anything else he could think of in recent memory, it was the fact he’d let her down, he’d let their marriage down, that had really upset him.
Now he wanted to show Cissy how much he cared about her, how much he loved her. His dick felt as if it could be a third leg, since despite the pain of the spanking, knowing his wife was dominating him had been one of the hottest experiences he’d ever had. He decided he’d do whatever it took to make Cissy come, preferably more than once. The knowledge he’d been failing her in bed all these years and hadn’t even realized it cut a swath through his heart, not to mention how much less of a man he felt like. He needed to prove to both of them they could make this marriage work, and as Cissy had said in regards to controlling him, the bedroom was a good place to start.
Len heard her ascending the stairs and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He considered showering, since he’d sweat like a pig during the spanking, but decided the idea of hot water on his already-burning ass was too much to contemplate. By the time Cissy entered their room he was lying on his side on the bed, his erection already leaking pre-cum.