"Just remember to watch how much you drink today," Rob said as he finished dressing. The brawny, dark-haired 40-year-old man glanced in the mirror; the suit was expensive and looked it, and with his wife's black evening dress, the pair would probably make a good entrance. "Remember last time?"
"I was just a having a good time," Alex said, pouting. The tall woman was absentmindedly wrapping her finger around a strand of her long, red hair. "I was dancing, everyone was laughing ..."
"Yes, because you were making a fool of yourself," Rob told her, giving her a quick kiss. "We're not in our twenties anymore, and this isn't that sort of party. It's the 'well-dressed, decently catered, make polite conversation while taking small sips' kind. The grown-up kind of party."
"The boring kind," Alex grumbled.
"Exactly," he said, gazing into her eyes. "So let's not have a repeat of last time, shall we? Will you drink in moderation today?"
Alex rolled her eyes. "OK," she sighed, holding up her hand as if swearing an oath. "I promise to drink responsibly today."
He grinned, giving her a longer kiss. "Good girl. Are you ready to leave now?"
The first hour of the party went well. They walked around the venue, chatting with old friends, meeting new people, and enjoying the refreshments. The hostess, Vanessa, was one of Rob's colleagues, and she complimented Alex on her wonderful dress. Alex was hanging off Rob's arm, being introduced to some of his friends and acquaintances that she hadn't met before, while introducing him to some of hers. They'd been offered a glass of champagne at the door, and she was sipping it slowly, intending to keep her promise. Since he was driving, Rob was sticking to non-alcohol drinks.
After a while, she wandered off to chat with some old school friends, and they fetched some glasses of wine. As they sat around, giggling about the old days, she kept fetching drinks, not noticing in her amusement that she was finishing them rather more rapidly than her friends.
Suddenly, as she was relating some school anecdote to her friend Sophie, she felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to find her husband standing behind her. He was smiling, but there was something slightly strained about it. "You are remembering to watch your intake, honey? You're being a bit loud. We wouldn't want you to get TOO drunk, would we?"
A slight blush tinged her cheeks. She didn't like being chided in front of her friends like this – it was so humiliating, having her husband lecture her in public. "Don't worry, Rob. I'm being careful."
"Good," he said, still smiling, but his eyes told her he didn't quite believe her.
He walked back to talk more with someone he'd gone to college with. Noticing that her glass was empty, she fetched another cider, and half an hour later, he was back at her side. "Are you sure you're not drinking too much, dear? You seem a bit unsteady on your feet, and you've still a bit loud – even more so, in fact."
"I'm fine," she assured him, trying her best not to slur her words. "I've only had a few."
"Maybe we should stay near each other for the rest of the party? I'm sure there's someone else you could introduce me to, or you could meet some of my colleagues. Or we could go home soon – make an early night of it, if you want."
"No, that won't be necessary," she scoffed. "I'm not a child, you know."
"Good," he said. "I don't want to have to treat you like one." His tone made a slight shiver run down her back. She knew exactly what his threat meant, and she resolved to drink something non-alcoholic for a while.
That resolution was quickly forgotten, however, and Alex had soon entered the state where she was dancing joyously and vigorously to the music, convinced that everyone around her was laughing WITH her. Suddenly, Rob grabbed her and spun her around to face him.
"Say your goodbyes to everyone," he said, the look on his face almost as cold and strict as his voice. "We are leaving now."
She glared at him. "No, we're staying," she said sulkily.
"It wasn't a request, and I'm not debating this," he replied. "We are going now, and we will have a discussion about your drinking when we get home."
Her bottom tingled unpleasantly, and she absent-mindedly reached a hand back to rub it. She had a dreadful suspicion that this would be the sort of discussion where she was facing the carpet, his palm did most of the talking, and her side of the conversation mostly consisted of things like 'I'm sorry' and 'Please stop spanking me'.
Her throat was dry, so she tried to take another sip of her champagne, but he grabbed her wrist. "You've had enough for one day. Give me that drink."
Alex suspected that she was already due for a spanking – and from the look on his face, it would probably be a long and hard one. She knew that the smart thing to do was to do as he said, hoping that submitting and showing contrition would make him go easier on her.
However, she didn't feel like making smart choices right now. Pushing his hand away, she glared at him. "You want my champagne? Here you go!" she snarled as she threw the contents of the glass in his face.
For a second or two, he stood there, shocked and speechless as the champagne slowly dripped to stain his suit. At the back of her mind, she was aware that everyone was staring at them, but she didn't care. When his wits returned, the look on his face made her realize that she'd gone too far. Shivering, she took a step back, but not far enough – he moved forward and grabbed her, tucking her under one arm, then using the other to smack her bottom. She squealed and kicked her legs. "Rob! Not in public!" she yelped, causing chuckles from the audience.
He only gave her a dozen slaps, but it was enough to cause tears at the edges of her eyes from the pain and humiliation. As he set her down on her feet, one hand flew back to rub her stinging bottom, while the other rubbed the tears from her eyes.
He glared at her. "We are going home NOW," he repeated.
She nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir!" she said. She would have agreed to anything right now to avoid further punishment. Being spanked by her husband was bad enough – but being spanked at a party? In front of his friends and hers?
Summoning her courage, she glanced around the room to study the faces of the onlookers. The men in the room were grinning – a few of them were even openly laughing at her humiliation. This was about what she'd expected. However, when she looked at the women, she could see only winces and gleeful smirks; there was not an ounce of sympathy found anywhere, even among her oldest friends. It seemed there wasn't anyone in the room who took her side. They all thought she'd deserved it.
As they said their goodbyes to their hostess, Vanessa was openly smirking at Alex' humiliation. She made no comment, however, other than wishing her a comfortable rest of the evening – but that only highlighted the fact that she suspected that Alex had something less than comfortable heading her way.
As they started the drive home, Alex felt surprisingly clear-headed. There was something sobering about being grabbed and spanked in the middle of a party, accompanied by the thought that she would soon be bare-bottomed over her husband's knee, staring at the carpet as she sobbed. She suspected that there was no way out of the spanking she'd be getting. There was probably nothing she could say or do to escape her doom. But that didn't mean she shouldn't try, did it?
She took a deep breath, staring down at her hands. "I'm sorry, sir", she said. "I drank far too much." When he didn't respond, she continued. "I broke my promise to you. I didn't watch my intake, even when you warned me. Throwing my glass in your face was incredibly disrespectful, and I'm sorry."
He said nothing. After a few seconds, she glanced up at him, but his face was still hardened. "Not as sorry as you're going to be," replied coldly.
She fidgeted in her seat. That was not a good sign. A dreadful thought entered her head – she had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer, but she couldn't bear not knowing, so she had to ask. "Sir?" she said pitifully. "Will... will you be using your hand? Or... something else?" She closed her eyes, heart beating heavily in her chest as she waited with bated breath.
"You'll see," he replied ominously.
Nothing else was said until they were home.
As he stopped the car, Rob turned to look at her for the first time since they left the party. "Go to the bedroom," he told her. "Strip out of everything except your panties, then stand in the corner until I arrive."
She nodded. "Sir... how long will I have to stand in the corner?" She licked her dry lips.
"Until I tell you that you can leave it," he said, which she found quite unhelpful. "Now go," he said, sending her off with a hard smack to the seat of her dress. She fervently prayed that the neighbours hadn't seen – she'd had more than enough witnesses for one night.
Her legs shook as she made her way to the bedroom. Slipping out of her dress, she folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. She then removed her pantyhose and placed it next to her dress, before doing the same to her bra. She walked over to the designated punishment corner, placing her nose against the wall and her hands on her head, the way he wanted her to stand. She was still wearing her small, black panties, but was under no illusion that she'd be allowed to keep them for her punishment. Rob just preferred to be the one to pull them down – he believed it would be more humiliating that way, and she had to admit that he was right.
As she stood there, shivering slightly in the cold bedroom, the seconds slowly ticking away until her husband entered the room to give her a long, hard bare-bottom spanking that would leave her howling and squirming, she suddenly realized another side effect of all the drinks she'd had: she really should have gone to the bathroom before moving into position.
She bit her lip, wondering what to do. When being punished, she was not allowed to leave the corner for any reason. He'd made that quite clear, and had even reinforced the lesson with his belt when she 'forgot' that little detail. She was in enough trouble already, and really didn't want to make it worse. However, he probably didn't want her to stand there and pee herself, did he?
She squirmed, desperately trying to hold it in, and time seemed to pass even slower. She kept debating whether standing there in pee-soaked underwear, and then having to clean it up afterward, would be worse than the belting he might add to the punishment if he found out she'd left the corner, but in her drunken state, making a decision was hard.
When he spoke, she jumped in the air, and almost wet herself – she hadn't heard him enter the room. Rob could move quietly when he wanted to. "I'm glad to see that you're finally following -"
"Sir!" she said insistently. Even with her back to him, she could tell that he was stunned. Speaking in the corner was a big no-no, and interrupting him during her punishments was also an unwise move. "Sir, I really, REALLY need to use the bathroom. May I?" When he didn't respond, she added a pitiful "Please?"
"Yes, you may," he chuckled, and as she ran past him, she could see a wry grin on his face. It was clear that he found the situation amusing, though she failed to see the humour.
She rushed to the bathroom, barely making it. As she sat on the toilet, she reflected that it would be quite some time before she would sit comfortably again. The next time she sat here, she would be shifting around, grimacing as she vainly tried to find some position that was slightly less painful than all the other ones.
She washed her hands. It felt slightly pointless to pull her panties back up, knowing he would pull them down in a few seconds, but that's what he wanted her to do, and doing what he wanted was the least painful path available to her.
When she entered the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed. He had managed to remove his grin, replacing it with the look of strict disapproval he always wore on occasions like these. "Are you ready for your punishment, young lady?" When she nodded, he glared. "Use your words, Alexandra."
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "Yes, sir," she said meekly. She was slightly taller than him, especially in her heels, but he had a way of making her feel like a naughty little girl.
"Why are you being punished?"
She pouted – she always hated it when he made her repeat her sins. She'd already told him in the car, hadn't he? Wasn't that enough? "I drank too much," she recited, trying her best to keep her voice calm. "I didn't listen when you told me I'd had enough, and I disrespected you by throwing my drink in my face. I also broke my promise to watch my intake. Please give me the punishment that I deserve."
He nodded. "Very good, young lady. Now, fetch your paddle."
Alex turned pale at those words. Her worst fears had been confirmed; in his eyes, these infractions were enough to earn her a dose of the wooden paddle. She didn't have a fondness for ANY of the implements Rob used on her, but her least favourite was a small paddle, about the size of a ping-pong bat, with her name painted on it in scarlet letters. It had an unbearable sting, but was light enough that he could swing it fast for a long time without tiring himself.
She'd actually thrown it out once, when she knew he would soon spank her for her latest speeding ticket. His response was that instead of 50 strokes of the paddle, she would get 50 with every other implement they owned, until she revealed what she'd done with it. She'd taken 50 with his belt and her own hairbrush, and was half-way through the wooden spoon when she broke down and begged to be allowed to retrieve it. He'd then given her the 50 strokes for the original infraction. Long before he was done, she'd sworn to never hide the paddle again – a promise she intended to keep.
She went over to her nightstand, retrieving the implement from the drawer. She whimpered as she placed it in his outstretched hand, staring at him pleadingly, but to no avail. He placed his hand in the waistband of her panties, slowly lowering them to her ankles, before patting his lap. Obediently, she placed herself over his knee, with her hands and feet resting on the floor, and her quivering backside raised over his knee, ready for the paddle.
She shifted uneasily as she felt the cold wood tap against her bare bottom. The paddle was lifted high in the air, and she howled as it cracked down on her soft cheeks. She hissed in pain, curling her toes and wincing. When it came to the paddle, she never bothered to try to seem tough or unaffected; it wouldn't have lasted long if she did.
Rob spanked swiftly, swinging the paddle at high speed, but with enough force to make his wife squirm and yelp. The paddle moved from cheek to cheek, smacking down on every inch of her soft, unprotected backside. Before long, she could feel tears moistening her eyes. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he could easily hold her in place, despite her attempts to squirm to safety.
"Ow! Please, sir! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!" she pleaded, all dignity having left her.
"I'm glad to hear it," he said evenly, without pausing or slowing down in his assault on her rapidly-reddening rear. "Let's make sure you remember your promise in the future."
Alex was kicking her legs furiously with every slap, and tears were streaming down her face. With a strange feeling of detachment, she watched the shapes the drops formed as they landed softly on the carpet below her. It was like a strange painting being created by her pain.
He moved the paddle to her sit spots, and as he launched a particularly hard salvo, she howled and blubbered, no longer able to form coherent pleas or promises.
Finally, once he felt that her bottom was sufficiently scorched, he placed the paddle down, gently rubbing her crimson rear. "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" he whispered gently, once she'd calmed down slightly.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Yes, sir. I'll be good," she promised.
"Will you listen to my admonishments in the future? And drink with moderation?"
A few sobs escaped her lips, the burning sting causing her to shift on his lap. "Yes, sir, I promise."
He helped her to her feet, embracing her kindly and kissing the tears away from her face. She sighed contentedly, knowing that punishment from him always brought forgiveness. Despite the burning pain in her rear end, she smiled at his gentle touch.
Shortly afterward, she'd fallen asleep in his arms on the bed, feeling safe, cared for, and chastened.
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