I don't remember what I'd done. It was something to be punished for, certainly. I'd been bad and forgotten to pick up the dry-cleaning or I'd forgotten to run to the liquor store for drinks for our movie club. It doesn't matter; all that I cared about was that I had been naughty and deserved a spanking.
"You realize that you need to be punished for being a bad little girl?" my husband Gene said to me as we got the house ready for company.
"Yes," I said demurely.
"And you realize that you're going to be spanked?"
"Yes," I said again. Honestly, though, being spanked doesn't sound like much of a punishment. "When?" I asked.
He gave me a playful slap against my behind. "When I get around to it," he said. "Sometime tonight. Maybe during movie club."
Gene and I host a bi-weekly movie club, where a number of friends come over to our house to see and discuss a new movie. We like to watch classics and non-mainstream fare. Afterwards we sit around, drinking cocktails and discuss the movie we've just seen. Usually only other couples show up, but it can be a real hodge-podge of personalities, which makes movie club that more fun. The idea of being spanked during movie club, when nobody else knew about it, was thrilling.
I hopped into the shower as Gene cooked dinner. Knowing what was waiting for me, or at least having a good idea, I dressed for the occasion: I put on a sheer white blouse with a tiny white bra underneath. Then I picked out one of my shorter black skirts; I knew better than to wear panties underneath.
I got out of the bedroom just in time for dinner. I walked downstairs to the dining room and Gene's appreciative stare. He served the meal as I got a bottle of nice red wine. As I walked over to pour him a glass, Gene naturally raised my skirt to give me a playful slap on my bottom.
"I thought you'd like a little appetizer for later," he said.
I turned around and kissed him. "Nice," I responded. "I hope there's more later." I reached down to feel the hard penis through his pants. I gave it a little squeeze before I sat back down.
We ate, warmly discussing our days and the movie we'd picked for that night. It was an old foreign classic that won at Cannes several years back. Gene had seen it back in college, but it was new to me. It was also new to Dave and Ginger, Paul and Kelly and Ed, who all arrived shortly after dinner.
I made cocktails, Ward Eights, while we casually chit chatted before the movie started. A Ward Eight is like a whisky sour, with a small dash of grenadine for fun. They were pretty popular with everyone except Kelly, who isn't much of a whisky drinker. I'd also put out some vegetables and shrimp canap�s for everyone to enjoy with their drinks. They were gone quickly and we settled down to watch the movie.
Gene turned out the lights and came to sit down on the sofa next to me as the film got started. Soon everyone was engrossed by the movie. Everyone that is, but me! Gene was slowly running his hand up and down the outside of my bare thigh. It was driving me wild. I was getting more and more aroused as he seemed to be simply absentmindedly playing with my leg. But I wasn't wearing any panties and I knew that at some point Gene was going to be spanking me. I tried everything I could to keep from squirming in my seat and letting everyone in the room know how turned on I was.
Then, just before a particularly dramatic action sequence in the movie, Gene spilled his drink on himself. Grinning, he excused himself to go upstairs to change clothes. I waited only a few moments after he left before I followed him to our bedroom.
Gene was standing right beside the door when I opened it. I saw that he wasn't wearing any pants or underwear as he grabbed and pulled me into the room. His cock was standing straight out, ready for action.
"We only have about five minutes," he said to me as he pushed me over to the bed. Our bed is taller than most and he bent my body over so that my chest rested against the comforter as I stood there. "Then they'll wonder where we've gone."
"OK," I said, loving every minute of it.
He pulled my skirt up over my bottom.
"You've been bad" he said.
Slap! His hand came down hard against my ass. The sound of his hit echoed through the room, and I was worried that our guests downstairs would hear. Then all was quiet for the briefest of seconds, and I heard the soft noise of the movie filtering up from downstairs. Nobody knew.
Slap! Another strike against my bottom, filling my flesh with a wonderful rosy warmth.
"I'm sorry for being bad," I said as I smiled. "Please punish me. I need it."
The truth was, I did need it. My knees were weak, and I felt like I was gushing all over my legs. I was ready and willing and wanting. The slaps continued against my ass, quick and hard. Gene furiously spanked me, not too hard, but with the urgency that only comes when you don't want to be discovered. We were fighting time as his hand continued to spread warmth through my body, and my sex, through the repeated strikes against my flesh.
Then, as suddenly as they had started, Gene stopped spanking me. I felt the press of his manhood against me, and I angled my body to allow him to slide easily into my well-lubricated cunt.
"Only a couple minutes, darling," I said as he began thrusting into me. It was sweet and delicious, Gene pounding into me, racing for orgasm as quickly as possible. I reached down between my legs and began rubbing my hard clit as he thrust into me again and again. We were breathing hard, and in the back of my mind, I imagined everyone downstairs watching us as we fucked.
Gene kept working behind me as I rubbed my clit back and forth. My orgasm was building, and I knew it would be furious when it finally came. Then Gene's thrusts changed in nature, becoming a little more slow, holding themselves a little more deeply inside of me. I knew he was about to come. One thrust, then another. My fingers worked like crazy. Another thrust. I was almost there. Then Gene moaned, plunging his cock into me and holding t still as it throbbed and pulsed, shooting his sperm deep into my insides. My own climax came an instant later, and my pussy clenched and spasmed around the hard cock inside me.
Gene collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I turned as much as I could to kiss him. Then he got up to change while I cleaned up and went back downstairs. Nobody had even noticed I was gone.
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