Carolyn was putting away some of her husband's freshly-cleaned shirts when she spotted a cardboard box at the back of his wardrobe. She frowned – she'd never noticed it before, but it looked old and worn, so he probably didn't acquire it recently. Maybe he'd kept it somewhere else, and had just moved it? But what in the world could he want to keep in a cardboard box in his wardrobe? Unable to quell her curiosity, she picked it up, carried it to the bed, opened it, and peeked inside.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The box contained wooden paddles, leather straps, and spanking magazines.
Carylon blushed a fiery red as she tried to process this new side of her gentle giant. With burning curiosity, she picked up one of the magazines, which featured young women in schoolgirl uniforms being spanked over the laps of strict men. Was this what Nathan was secretly into? He'd never hinted at anything like this before.
She took a deep breath, trying to merge this new information with the wonderful husband she thought she knew. It was definitely proof that after years of marriage, you could still be surprised. She looked at the box again. It was a few years old, at least. Had he kept it secret since before they were married? Was this something he'd fantasized about, but never dared to bring up? She hoped he knew her well enough to know that regardless of whether or not she was willing to participate in these perverted games, she certainly wouldn't think less of him for admitting it.
A dreadful thought struck her. Was she so certain that he'd kept these feelings bottled up in secret? Maybe he'd found someone else to fulfil them. Maybe he was seeing other women. He HAD worked a lot of overtime lately… She shook her head in disgust, forcefully rejecting the suggestion. No, she wouldn't think such thoughts. He was her husband, and she would trust him until she had a very good reason not to, and this cardboard box wasn't anywhere near enough.
Carolyn sat down with a cup of tea to reflect on what she'd discovered, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for the man she loved, having this secret side that he didn't dare speak of, even to her. Her initial revulsion had faded completely, and at the back of her mind, she began to wonder if she still had the uniform from her school days…
Nathan breathed a sigh of relief as he arrived home after another long day in the office. There had been a lot of overtime lately, and while Carolyn never complained about it, he knew that she was getting frustrated. He would have to find a way to make it up to her.
Rubbing his sore shoulders, he entered the living room, where he found his wife standing in the middle of the floor, wearing an old schoolgirl uniform, with her long, red hair in pigtails and a sexy smile on her ruby lips. He stared at her – what was going on? "Hello, sir," she purred as he entered. "I'm afraid I've been peeking into things I shouldn't have been peeking into…"
"Ah," he said, grinning back at her. "And what should we do about that, then?"
She licked her lips seductively. "I think I deserve to be taken over the knee and having my bare bottom spanked, sir," she said. She'd spent the afternoon perusing the magazines, and she had picked up a few interesting ideas and turns of phrase to employ.
His eyes widened, and she had to suppress a giggle at his expression. Surely he must have realized what she was doing. She loved her husband dearly, but he could be so dense sometimes.
Finally taking charge of the situation, he took her hand and led her over to the couch. He sat down, and she leaned forward and placed her weight on his lap with slow, sensual movements. Once she was in position, he took the hem of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her naked curves. She smirked as she felt something hard pressing against her stomach, pleased that she still had that effect on him. Nathan had always complimented her on her lovely rear end – and now she knew why.
"I'm sorry, sir. I must have forgotten to put on underwear this morning." She wriggled her bottom delightfully, grinding her body against the growing bulge in his trousers. "I hope you won't punish me TOO harshly for it…"
Nathan lifted his hand, and the first slap of Carolyn's first spanking smacked down on her soft cheeks. She gasped, grinned, and grinded against him again. "Was that all?" she taunted.
As Nathan spanked her, Carolyn felt reaffirmed in her trust that her husband had not been seeing other women – she herself obviously had no experience in the matter, but he seemed hesitant and slow, as if moving into uncharted waters. She was glad she could finally give him what he'd wanted for so long.
"How's that?" he asked her after a while.
"You can spank harder," she told him, grinning up at him while wriggling her bottom enticingly again. "I barely feel it." This was her gift to him, and she wanted him to enjoy it properly.
"As you wish," he told her softly, delivering sound smacks that had her wincing and biting her lip. After a few minutes, he spoke again. "Is that better?"
"Wonderful," she said through gritted teeth, squirming over his lap. Compared to the first gentle love-taps, this was something else entirely.
The spanking continued, and Carolyn was soon wriggling and yelping over his lap, but every time her husband asked her if she wanted to stop, she told him to continue. She was doing this for him, to fulfil his long-held secret wish, but as it progressed, she found she enjoyed it more than she had anticipated. There was something unexpectedly thrilling about being naked and vulnerable before her big, strong husband, totally under his control and at his mercy. He was in charge, he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she would have to take it.
"Ouch! Not so hard," she pleaded.
"Sorry!" he responded, delivering gentler smacks to her wriggling rear end.
She bucked and bounced over his lap as his firm hand smacked down on her soft bottom, and by the time she pleaded with him to stop, there were tears rolling down her cheeks. He immediately helped her up, hugging her close and covering her face with kisses as he whispered soothingly into her ear. Despite the tears on her face and the burning pain in her bottom, she grinned blissfully as she sat in his arms being comforted.
Once he'd dried her tears, she smiled up at him, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. "Let's take this to the bedroom," she suggested. He concurred.
They woke early the next morning. He had his arm around her, and her head rested on his shoulder. "So… what brought this on?" he asked.
"I found your cardboard box," she told him. "I know I shouldn't have peeked, but I'd say I have been sufficiently punished for it, don't you agree?" She grinned. Noticing his puzzled frown, she added, "At the back of your wardrobe? The paddles and straps and magazines?" How many secret boxes did he have? Should she search through the whole house to see what else she could bring into the light? That could be fun…
A shocked expression appeared on his face. "Carolyn… that wasn't my box."
She giggled. "It's too late for protests, Nathan. I love you with all my heart, and I'm not going to judge you for your tastes. You don't have hide anymore."
"No, it's not my box," he repeated. "My buddy Richard's nephews and nieces are coming to visit him, and he wanted some things out of the house for a few days. I didn't even know what the box contained, just that it wasn't suitable for children."
Carolyn stared at him, re-examining some assumptions she'd made. "So you haven't had a secret, life-long dream of taking a woman in a schoolgirl uniform over your knee?"
He shrugged. "To be honest, I'd never even thought about it."
"Oh." She blushed, squirming. "Well… could we do it again anyway?"
He chuckled at her reaction, before kissing her forehead in a way that made her insides melt, and she blushed even more. "Of course we can, dear. Whenever you want."
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