Eighty One – Laura's Story Pt. 04

Having walked Jasper and savoured a large mug of hot tea Laura felt much better. The strange turn of events from that morning had already drifted into the past. Maybe it would turn out to be one of those experiences they would laugh about in the months to come, who knows?

It would be at least a couple of hours before Andrew got back from his meeting. Time enough to sort herself out and try to regain the appearance of a respectable wife, an image which seemed to be drifting away rapidly.

Laura let the hot water from the shower run down her body hoping to wash away the memory of the indignity she had suffered. She scrubbed her teeth, convinced she still had the taste of him in her mouth. What she could not wash away was the memory of how her body had responded. How the familiar tingle between her legs had increased as she carried out the task. His rapid climax had saved her from finding out whether she would eventually have to suppress her own.

Fresh, dry and nude she lay on the bed gazing up at the ceiling. Images of her lewd behaviour continued to flash through her mind. What surprised her the most was the lack of any guilt and the feeling of pride that she had completed the task, even though it turned out to be pointless. She knew Weston had won that little battle. Whatever he said, he had misled her——and she didn’t think she minded. After her initial blow-up had abated she admitted to herself that she got quite a thrill from behaving in such a shameless manner. What must Shaun Cooper have thought? How lucky he was or would he worry whether he would have a job to go back to? She pictured herself pulling down his blue boxers and seeing his manhood spring to life. She had done that. She had that effect on him.

She was still in denial about the reasons, but since the Colonels visit to her office she had started masturbating again. Reliving his treatment of her had fuelled many an intense orgasm. Sex with Andrew was good, very good; She never faked a climax and her mind was faithful. That was making love. Her masturbating was sex for the sake of it and she loved it.

She massaged her breasts. Would Shaun like pinching and twisting her nipples while she sucked him? Her hand crept down over the smooth mound and between her legs. The moist fingers slowly swirled around the area before finally settling on the swelling bud of her clitoris. Replaying the scene in her mind made her juices flow. Her slick fingers made it difficult to grip and pinch her nipples as hard as she’d like. She was in front of him again, slowly taking him into her mouth, lapping her tongue around the head. It didn’t take long before her gasping turned to muscle contractions and once again imagined his seed hitting the back of her mouth. Her back arched up from the bed, sweat poured from her and before long her heels and shoulders were the only support for her rigid body. She always tried to restrict the volume of her wail as the pleasure reached a climax, usually without success.

Her second shower of the afternoon removed all traces of her lascivious behaviour. Wearing only her favourite thick, white bathrobe she sat in the lounge and watched an early evening game show on the television, stroking Jasper and waiting for Andrew to return.

Jasper’s enthusiastic greeting of Andrew woke Laura from her slumber.

“Hello, what time is it?” She said, rubbing her eyes. “I must have dozed off.”

“Quarter to nine.”

“Damn now I’ll never know if she won the money. Have you eaten? Shall I get you something?” She rose from the soft, comfortable chair.

“We had bits at the meeting so I’m not very hungry. A glass of wine and some nibbles would go down nicely though, while I hear all about your day.” As she removed the cork from the wine he called through to the kitchen. “A very eventful day by all accounts.”

Placing the wine and titbits on the low table she managed a casual response. “You could say that.”

“You did it then.” It wasn’t a question. She sat on the sofa next to him. Her enquiring look invited him to continue.

“I spoke to Graham.”

“Oh yes? all boys together is it? And what did you two make of it then?”

“He was pleased, and I think impressed, that you went through with it. What was it like?”

“What do you think? Embarrassing, humiliating, degrading…how much more do you want.” He probably wouldn’t want ‘thrilling, arousing, exciting…’ “Still it’s done now,” she said, “and it’s not the end of the world. He won’t spread it around. He hardly speaks to anybody and they wouldn’t believe him if he did.”

“You seem to be very calm about it, we thought you’d be really annoyed.”

“I’m annoyed about not getting the pawn. But the rest was my fault wasn’t it? Nobody dragged me in there kicking and screaming. I could have chosen not to do it, but didn’t. He led me on and made me humiliate myself, that’s all. And what do you mean ‘we thought you’d be annoyed’. Were you in on this? Did you know Cooper didn’t have the pawn?”

“Would I have let you go through with it if I’d known?” She didn’t reply but held his gaze, thinking.

Laura began to consider whether something had changed, whether she was at the whim of them both. It would certainly explain his casual attitude when she told him about the task. Did she want Andrew to be a participant in the things that were happening to her? The possibility that he was should annoy her not excite her. She wasn’t sure but for a while, just in case, she decided to be more careful with what she gave away. She decided to display a casual attitude to the whole thing, pretending that nothing they did would rattle her.

“Well if you did know, you could have made it David instead of Shaun Cooper.”

“I’m sure you’d have liked that. It would only have been embarrassing though and not humiliating. I think that’s why you chose Shaun. Admit it, you got off on the whole thing didn’t you.” Andrew dug his elbow into her ribs, goading her.

“I did not! don’t be so crude.” She answered quickly and forcefully enough but he must have seen her face flush. He smiled. He went into the dining room and returned with a high backed chair which he placed in a clear space and sat down.

“So today you’ve had illicit thoughts, engaged in adulterous behaviour and returned without the pawn. I’d say that overall you’ve failed, wouldn’t you? And people who fail need some encouragement to do better.” He patted his palms on his thighs. “Come on.”

“Oh my God, your not serious.” she said with a laugh.

“I’m very serious, what you need is your backside slapping. You know, to focus your mind a little.” He said nothing more but waited patiently. Firstly for his words to register and then for their significance to slowly sink in. His eyes held hers. They bored deep into her mind confirming the seriousness of his intentions. It didn’t take long for her to realise that any challenge to his wish would prove futile. “Robe off first.” Laura carried out the instruction, still not quite believing that he would go through with it. Surely he was playing with her. He was her husband, he wouldn’t betray her and join Weston in humiliating her, would he?

Laura walked toward him, defiance showing in her eyes. She would not beg to be let off the indignity and she would not cry out if he did indeed go ahead. She had her pride.

As she placed herself over his knees he finally spoke. “Tell me that you deserve to be punished for your failure and for your disgraceful behaviour. I want to hear you ask for it so that we’re both clear.” Playing along but still unsure if he was serious she did as he asked.

“I behaved badly,” she said, the words barely a whisper, “and didn’t get the pawn, I’m sorry. Please punish me.” Saying the words brought back the unsolicited flutter down below. Why was her body betraying her again? She should have told him that it was degrading and unacceptable, instead she was hoping he wouldn’t notice the wetness between her legs.

“I said I was going to help you win and this will make you try harder in future.”

The first slap resounded through the room. Her mouth opened, forming an O as she slowly exhaled. The second and third fell on the same spot forcing a muted cry. He stopped for a moment. “You’ll take your lesson in silence, do you understand?” She nodded afraid of how her voice might sound, the fear and arousal might betray her. She had no idea of what she would have to suffer. Sure, he had spanked her before but it was light hearted and playful. She had been bored and he wanted to watch the end of a cricket match. She’d continued to be more and more annoying until he took her over his knee. She won. He missed the end of the match and she was far from bored. He’d marched her rosy red backside upstairs for a different kind of seeing to.

But her present situation was different, it was no game and it hurt. Added to that, as she had dreaded, her body began to react. As her buttock cheeks clenched in anticipation of the next blow she felt the wetness spread. He must have noticed. What he couldn’t see was her effort to absorb the pain. She enjoyed the feelings it left behind as it crept through her body.

Her determination not to cry was short lived. The power of his arm surprised and thrilled her, as did the erection she could feel pressing into her stomach. Then, in the middle of her torment she started to worry for him. When the heat of the moment had passed and his excitement subsided would he be racked with guilt? Would he regret turning on her? She hoped not. She didn’t need the punishment to improve her effort and behaviour but she did deserve it to atone for her self-indulgence.

Laura noticed a decrease in the severity of the slaps. The disappointed part of her wanted the humiliation to continue. The sane part of her wanted her backside to stop burning. The last few blows wound down smoothly. The final one being almost gentle: soothing.

Laura remained still, giving her racing mind time to think. How should she react? How would he expect her to react? Perhaps she should feign anger or indignation. No, she wasn’t that good, he would see through it straight away. She didn’t have to wait long, Andrew broke the awkward silence.