Spanked Cheeky Cheeks

Daily Butt Whacking- Part Two of Phucking Fone

Monday was a funny day. Her bottom was a serious reminder of the caning the night before. In the bath, getting in the car, sitting at her desk. Every time she put her bottom into contact with a seat she felt each stroke. What was worse was that it wasn’t over. Because of her stupidity she was on daily discipline. Goodness knows what that would entail.

Mondays tended to be meeting days. Often she had to present which would have been an opportune way to stand up for most of the morning. She sat, shifting around and trying to concentrate. A co-worker asked if she had “ants in her pants” which she laughed off. She listened to the constant drone of directors updating the MD on the week’s events. All she could think about was getting her getting bottom another warming later.

Every conversation seemed to have a innuendo in it. Somehow every other word she heard she managed to relate to her punishment. “Book” made her think of her punishment book, coffee with *whipped* cream, deadlines (she had one of her own of 7pm). She had to return to reality for a one to one with her boss at 3pm.

And then it went form her mind, she was back into work mode. Dealing feverently with the pressure and stress she had to on a daily basis. Between 3 & 4pm she delivered her figures and plans for the coming week. The next thing she knew it had gone 5 and suddenly she was back into excitement mode. She had a few more things to do before she should leave but didn’t want to risk traffic. Driving home she got more & more concerned about her butt cheeks. She had been caned before but couldn’t remember it ever being two days in a row.

As she pulled up outside the lights were on. Crikey he must be keen, he rarely got home before her. She sat in the car for a while trying to work out her plan, her strategy. She didn’t have one! This was home, where she swapped her tough girl role for submissive disciplined wife. She wouldn’t swap it for the world, and turned the key quietly in the front door. Why she did it quietly she wasn’t sure! EH was in the hall with his arms folded.

“Upstairs to my office please, seeing as you are home early we can crack on”

Hmmm crack on didn’t sound too pleasant. She arrived in his office and saw a table and chair set up which she guessed was for her. EH was behind her and began to take off her skirt.

She had to parade her cane marks for him and be stripped from the waist down.

“Your bottom looks like it needs a rest. Sit it on the chair and write out a hundred lines please. “I must not disobey, disrespect or be dishonest to my Master”. If you finish within the hour please move upstairs for Corner Time.

She honestly would rather another caning. Lines were so demeaning. And Corner Time with no spanking? What was the point of that? This weekly discipline was losing the appeal fast. Bloody lines. This was ridiculous.

She finished quickly and reckoned as she walked upstairs if he came to check she would get a few swats at least. He didn’t appear and called her down to dinner. She got a hug and a glass of wine on her arrival. And that was it for the night; nothing else was said or done? She just didn’t get it. She knew if she questioned anything she ran the risk of the cane which on her already sore cheeks she didn’t fancy.

Tuesday wasn’t quite the same, the cane marks were subsiding fast and the thrill of daily discipline just wasn’t cutting it. She concentrated at work and got home just in the nick of time. EH stripped her bare in their entrance hall & took her into the living room and promptly took her over his lap. Now this was more like it. The spanking was just what she needed. Her marks were a little tender but she loved this position & began writhing in pleasure.

But this was discipline rather than erotic & quickly she was feeling the pinch. She got lashed soundly for what seemed like ages and then began her earnest appreciation of his cock as a thank you. And then EH fetched a Chinese meal for them. Heaven as far as they were both concerned.

Wednesday she was based near home all day & got home early. She decided to cook & leave it on a low heat so she didn’t incur any extra discipline. As it was EH got home late and was shattered. They ate & watched TV and went up to bed. Out came the wooden paddle. It was funny how EH suddenly came alive when it was time for swatting her arse. She took a sound , harsh paddling bent over the bed. She yelped & cried, screamed and almost used her safe word. He helped her into bed and she settled her bum into his crotch and they fucked hard before sleep.

Stuck in a meeting at 6pm on Thursday she texted EH to say she was going to be late. He replied that she had a choice, get home on time or get a double whammy. She really had no choice; she couldn’t walk out and leave so began to squirm in her seat. Driving home she was soaking wet, she had eaten & knew EH would have too. It was late so she knew he would get down to it as soon as she got home. She was right. He was waiting behind the door with the riding crop. She was getting whacked before taking off her coat. He pulled her skirt up & knickers down in a swift movement. He put her collar & lead on & undid her blouse. She was marched up to the bathroom & bent over the bath. He whipped her bare buttocks in excess of 50 times & then doubled it with the bath brush. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. He pushed her into the shower & took her against her red hot backside. Without the hundred lashes whipped ass, she could really get used to this!

EH took Friday off. He had said this would be the last daily session. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy night. She managed to finish early & jumped in the bath when she got home. EH helped dry her off and rubbed cream into her bottom “In preparation for later”.

He made her wait. He knew she would be horny as hell and he intended to milk the last night. She got a long lecture whilst bend over & shackled up across the punishment stool in the shed. He tweaked her nipples whilst she promised never to earn weekly discipline again. She got leathered with most of their implements. The strap, paddle, whip & crop crashed down on her sensitive sore buttocks. And finally The Cane. He delivered each lash with precision & took his time over every one of the thirty strokes, building up the anticipation for each one. She thanked him through her tears. He shoved his rampant hard cock up her anus for effect. She squealed in a mixture of hell & heaven all mixed up & rolled into one.

And that was it. As he unshackled her, she lunged into his arms. They went upstairs & collapsed into bed, all be it her lying on her side. She couldn’t decide…did she want this again?

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