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She is getting ready to leave.

He is home, some kind of day off work.

She says, “I should be home from this luncheon in a couple hours.  Maybe then, since we have the house to ourselves, we can get real friendly, if you know what I mean, it’s been a couple weeks…”

He sighs, and says, “Yes, it has been a while. Maybe when you get home…”

She leaves, while he sits, listening carefully…  for her car to start, and he looks out the window to see it rolling up the street.

He gets up, goes to the bedroom, pulls a small stack of magazines out of some secret place, takes off his pants and briefs, gets on the bed…. Sits upright on the bed, with his back to the back,  and turns the pages of the magazines while stroking his cock.

His breathing becomes rapid, his cock becomes harder and firmer.

He does not hear the beep of his wife’s car alarm, does not hear the front door open.

Her voice at the entry to the bedroom: “I’m almost at the restaurant and she called me to say her car broke down and she can’t make it….”

He looks up at her, she looks down at him, mouth wide open, anger crossing her face. “Is THIS why we haven’t had sex in so long, you’ve been jerking off whenever I’m not around… “   She gets to the bed, picks up magazines, and says, “Jerking to this filth…  wha..  what is this?”

He says nothing, as she flips through issues of Ma’am,  looks through the pictures and depictions of F/m spanking. 

She looks at him and says, “Is THIS what you get off on, fantasizing a woman is spanking your bare bottom?”

He is unable to make eye contact, and just slumps, staring at the ceiling.

“If it’s a spanking you want, I’ll be happy to oblige you!” She gets up, to go to a drawer, fishes out a belt, doubles it over, and returns.  

She sits on the edge of the bed. “Roll over!”

Slowly, hesitantly, he rolls over and she ties pulls his arm back behind his back, and ties his wrists together with a necktie.

With no warm up, she stands up and begins swatting his bottom with the belt, as he bucks and moans and groans.

Her anger subsides. She stops, and says, “Stand up.”

He does,  and she hugs him, as he whimpers.

Her hand goes to his flaccid penis, which begins to harden.

“Let’s finish what you started….” She says.

“Um hmm…” he moans.

As she undresses, she says, “I’m thinking, at least one hard spanking a day should keep you out of trouble.  What do you think?”

“Sounds about right,” he whispers.

She unties his wrists and pulls him down on the bed.