Taking care of business (M/F story)

It had been a long day at the office, and to get everything done, Amber had to work more than two hours overtime. But as she came home, she reflected that it had all been worth it; the contract was theirs, bringing in a lucrative new trading partner and raising the name of the company even higher. She just wanted to go inside, cuddle up to her husband and watch TV.

The first thing she saw when she got inside was the paddle lying on the table. Beside it, David was sitting in a wooden kitchen chair, reading a book with a glass of wine in his right hand.

She walked over to him, rubbing the seat of her skirt. She had felt that paddle more than once, and was in no hurry to feel it again. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"What did I do?" she asked, her voice begging him to forgive her for whatever it was.

He looked up, his eyes revealing no emotions. "You tell me."

She hated this. Why could he never tell her why she was to be spanked? Why did she always have to guess? She tried to think, going through the day, and thinking about what she had done.

Suddenly she realized it wasn't what she had done. It was what she HADN'T done.

"But honey, it was busy at the office, we had a big contract, and I just forgot- "

"Amber, what are you supposed to do when working late?"

She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm supposed to call."

"Look at me. Good. Now, what happens if you don't call?"

She started blushing. "You give me a good spanking."

David nodded, pleased by her reply. "Prepare for your punishment."

Amber removed her skirt, folded it neatly and placed it on the table. Her knickers soon followed. David insisted that she was naked from the waist down during her punishment.

David placed his book and glass on the table, moving the chair into the centre of the room. When Amber had finished undressing, he patted his lap. With slow, reluctant steps, she moved to his right side and bent over his knee.

The first smacks of his hand were slow and deliberate, as David preferred a slow warm-up to prepare her bottom for what was to come. They barely stung, bringing with them a slight heat that immediately disappeared. But soon, the smacks came more rapidly, and the heat started building up. After only a few minutes, the sting had gotten so painful that Amber felt tears at the edge of her eyes. She lay over his lap, staying as still as possible as the onslaught on her poor bottom continued.

After about ten minutes, David stopped spanking, rubbing her sore cheeks briefly before telling her to stand up. Without being asked to, she put her hands on her head and walked over to her corner. David always made her do fifteen minutes of corner time before he brought out the paddle. For the worst offences, this was increased to thirty minutes, and once, he had left her in the corner for more than an hour. She had asked if she could use his car, as hers was at the mechanic, but he had refused. While he was at work, she had taken it anyway, and managed to crash it. After checking that she was all right, he spanked her, put her in the corner, and gave her two hundred licks with the paddle. When it was all over, her bottom was so sore that she had to sleep on her stomach for two weeks.

Amber stood with her hands on her head, thinking about what David was about to do to her poor, already-sore bottom. He had developed quite a skill with the paddle, so much so that she had great faith in his Olympic capabilities if such a sport were to arise.

She started thinking about what her employees would say if they were able to see their strong, proud manager now, her bare, pink bottom on display before her husband picked up the dreaded wooden implement and paddled her bottom. They probably wouldn't believe their eyes. At times, she found it difficult to believe herself.

After fifteen minutes, David called her out of the corner. In his right hand, he was holding the paddle she had found at the garage sale so many years ago. If she had known then what she knew now, she would never have called him over to see the blasted thing.

Amber was ordered to place herself over the side of the couch, with her bottom as high up as possible. She wiggled around until she was comfortable, and told her husband that she was ready. The hard wood of the paddle felt cool against her sore bottom.

"I will give you twenty licks with the paddle." Twenty. A fairly standard punishment. "If you get out of position, the stroke does not count. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," Amber replied before burying her face in the cushions in front of her.

The first stroke was hard, causing her to wriggle her backside. Then came two lighter strokes, increasing the burning sting. David started rubbing the paddle against her red cheeks, and Amber realized he would take his time.

Three slow, hard spanks followed, and she cried out. David had placed all three in the same place, the lower part of her bottom, and the pain was intense.

The next four were lighter, on the higher parts of her bottom. David walked forward, rubbing her bottom. "Halfway there, honey," he said, reassuringly. He kissed her forehead before picking up the paddle again.

Three strokes placed evenly over her bottom followed, and Amber cried out in pain at every one. The next four were to her sit-spots, and they were quick ones. Amber realized that David wanted to get the punishment over with as soon as possible. Well, she thought, that makes two of us.

The last three strokes followed, and David placed the paddle on the table before gathering his wife up for a hug. She sobbed loudly as she leaned her forehead against his chest. She cried and promised him that she would always remember to call from now.


About half an hour later, Amber had changed into her pyjamas, and she was lying on the couch, cuddling up against her husband as they watched an old Western. Apart from her throbbing bottom, she couldn't be happier.