17 comments/ 34273 views/ 6 favorites Temptation & Punishment Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel This is a two-part story. I like to play around in this category with story lines and scenarios, the outspoken responses from readers always interest me. Thank you to the reader who provided me with this scenario. This story contains: spanking, a man encouraging another man to sleep with his wife, a lot of doubts and hot sex. This story does not contain: creampies, humiliation or (in my opinion) a wimp husband. I hope you enjoy. ******** "The only way to resist temptation is to give in." -Oscar Wilde ********* Janet woke to the now familiar feeling of guilt. She'd had another dream about Mac. This wasn't the first time that she'd had the dream. It wasn't the first time that she'd awoken panting, her nipples hard and pressing against the cotton of her nightgown and a soaked crotch on her panties. Uncomfortably aroused, she turned on her side to face her husband, Paul. Part of her wanted to wake him up and see if he was as horny as she was, but another part of her felt strange about that. After all, the reason she was horny was a dream about another man. It had all started three months ago when their neighbor Mac had no longer been able to afford renting the house next to him. Although he'd served in the army, they'd pretty much screwed him over, and then his now ex-wife had completed the screwing, demanding the same amount of money agreed to upon their divorce despite the fact that he wasn't getting the amount of money that he'd been supposed to be. Hating the idea of him being on the street, Paul and Janet had offered to put him up in their guest room until he could find a job. With the economy the way it was, they had known that it could take a while, and they hadn't minded having him live with them. In fact, they all lived together fairly well despite the fact that Mac was a generation older than them, in his early forties while Paul and Janet were both in their late twenties. Since Janet worked from home, she was around Mac quite a bit and they'd established a good friendship. In the evenings Paul and Mac would often spend time together, doing the things that guys liked to do and freeing Janet to spend time with her girl friends. All in all it was a pretty good living situation, all things considered. Then, a couple of weeks ago, after dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, somehow the subject of Mac's sex life had come up. The ensuing discussion had been intensely revealing. Janet had listened, shocked, as Mac drunkenly confessed a penchant for spanking women, for discipline, for rough sex and a bit of domination. She didn't have any trouble at all picturing him as a dominant lover. Mac was in incredible shape and he was a very attractive guy although he wasn't exactly good-looking. Rough and craggy, he had the kind of aura that made women feel safe around him, a masculinity that was extremely attractive even though he would never be described as handsome. Combine that with his very nicely muscled body and he could very easily become a woman's fantasy. Unfortunately he'd become Janet's. It wasn't that Paul wasn't attractive. At 6'2" he was taller than Mac, he had longer hair than Mac - who kept his dark brown hair in a military cut - light brown with a slight wave to it and dark blue eyes, he was one of the most handsome men that Janet had ever seen. When they'd first met, she'd thought that Paul was way out of her league. And although he didn't have the same kind of aura as Mac, he had his own confidence that made him stand out and made women pay attention. But Mac's honest description of his sex life had started a slew of fantasies for Janet. She and Paul only had sex in two positions - missionary and her on top. They rarely deviated from their prescribed script. And while she usually orgasmed and had been quite satisfied by their sex life, now she couldn't help but imagine something well... more. She'd broached the subject with Paul, but his attitude had been along the lines of "if it's not broke, don't fix it." And when she'd suggested that he try spanking her, he'd just laughed and said that he'd feel silly not sexy and said that she hadn't done anything worthy of being spanked anyway because she was the perfect wife. And then he'd swept her up in his arms and they'd had perfectly satisfactory sex. A couple days after that Mac had announced that he'd found a job across the country and Janet had had the dream for the first time. Maybe it was spurred by the knowledge that Mac would be leaving soon, maybe it was the lack of Paul's enthusiasm for trying anything new, maybe it was just that she wasn't the perfect wife that Paul thought her to be. But she'd had the dream every night since then. It always started off in the hallway, the house was dark and silent, and Mac had her pinned against the wall, his hard body pressing against hers, Janet staring up into his dark eyes. The eyes of a predator. Mac's hips and erection would be pressing against her stomach, her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her body open to him. His hands would glide up her sides and only then would she realize that she was naked, as he cupped her breasts, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he would lower his lips to hers and take her mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his rough palms tightened their grip on her swollen breasts, her hard nipples pinched between his fingers. Janet would writhe against him, helpless and horny, trapped between him and the wall. Then one of his hands would slide down her stomach and slip between their bodies, his fingers dipping into her sopping folds and coming away soaked. Then he would pull his lips away, leaving her gasping as he brought his fingers, covered with her juices, to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Naughty Janet," he would growl in that deep, gravelly voice of his. "You shouldn't be wet for me." "I'm sorry, Mac," she'd say, feeling horribly embarrassed. A cruel smile curved his lips as he shook his head. "That's not enough." The scene of the dream would dip then and realign with them in the living room. Draped over his lap with her bare bottom in the air, Janet's hands were no longer tied, instead they dangled down in front of her, helping her to balance herself as she pushed against the floor, trying to get up. His forearm lay across her back like an iron bar as his hand slammed down on her buttocks, spanking her hard and fast as she shrieked and twisted. Then the dream would shift again, back to the hallway, her sore butt bouncing off of the wall as Mac pounded into her. They were fucking upright, her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, as his hard cock slammed into her over and over again. A shift, a slide, and then she'd be on all fours, kneeling on a soft rug, her breasts swinging as he rode her from behind. Her back arched, one of his hands twisted into her hair to pull her back against him as he fucked her mercilessly, his free hand coming down hard on her ass in between thrusts. She always woke before she came. To say that she was getting frustrated was an understatement, especially because the more dreams she had about Mac, the more guilty she felt about trying to find completion with Paul. Especially because even after an orgasm, she didn't feel quite satisfied. It was like having a craving for Mexican food and trying to make your own recipe at home. It would taste good, it would be oh so very close to what you wanted... but it wouldn't quite satisfy the craving. And until you had the real deal, the underlying craving would never quite go away. Part of her hoped that when Mac left, in three days, that her dreams would go away. Another part of her despaired at that idea, as if Mac's withdrawal from her life would also mean all hope of having her fantasies being fulfilled would also be gone. Without Mac's presence, would she have the nerve to broach the subject with Paul again? She wasn't sure. ****** When Janet began to flirt with him, Mac wasn't quite sure what to do. There had been something in her eyes every time she'd looked at him for the past few weeks, ever since that night when they'd ended up talking about sex, but he'd ignored it, thinking it just idle curiosity on her part. Now he wasn't so sure. That little gleam in her eyes only seemed to have grown with time, especially as his move-out date approached. Unfortunately Paul was out with some of his friends this evening and Mac had chosen to stay in. It wasn't an unusual situation, nothing that hadn't happened before, except that halfway through the bottle of wine Janet had started to flirt with him. He'd already known she was a bit of a lightweight, they'd drinks together often enough for him to know that, but nothing like this had ever happened before. Not even when she'd been much more inebriated. To say that he wasn't tempted would have been a lie. Janet was gorgeous. 28 years old, wavy brown hair with blonde highlights that went halfway down her back, the kind of curves that a man just wanted to bury himself in, and big brown eyes that were currently filled with curiosity. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she knew that she was flirting. It was there in her touch, in her voice, in her eyes. She wasn't seducing him exactly, but if he wanted to seduce her... it was obvious that he would succeed. But he wouldn't do that to her and Paul. To say nothing of how dishonorable that would be, the next morning Janet would definitely regret everything. They had an extremely successful marriage and Janet was absolutely dedicated to Paul. She'd never done anything before that would have indicated that she would even consider behaving the way she was tonight. Not even under the influence of alcohol. Which made him wonder what the hell was going on. Right now she was seated next to him on the couch. Ostensibly they were watching a movie, in reality they'd been talking through the first half of it and he couldn't remember what it was called, much less what the plot was supposed to be. The conversation was general, although she seemed to be probing for details about his past relationships. Every time he tried to turn the conversation to something else she would follow him for a minute or two and then turn it back. Finally as the movie, and the bottle of wine, neared its end he decided it was probably best to stage a full frontal attack rather than staying on the defensive. It was obvious that she wasn't going to let him slip away without some kind of engagement. "So ah... how is everything with you and Paul? Are you happy with married life?" She blinked her big brown eyes at him, rolling the glass of wine back and forth over her lower lip in an innocently seductive way that made the front of his pants far too tight, before pulling it away. Fortunately his question wasn't coming entirely from nowhere since they HAD been talking about his relationships. And since she was obviously drunk she wasn't picking up on the abruptness of the question. No... she was thinking about the answer. A little too seriously. He felt himself tensing, and not for any erotic reason, but because he was sure that he was about to hear some kind of admission that their perfect looking marriage wasn't what it seemed. All he could do was pray that the admission wasn't followed by a proposition. "He won't spank me," Janet announced in aggrieved tones. Mac choked on his sip of wine. Of all the things that could have come out of Janet's mouth, that had to be the least expected. "Um... what?" Studying the inside of her glass morosely, Janet tipped the dark red liquid back and forth, her pouting lower lip doing nothing to help erase the images that were now assaulting Mac's mind. She gave a deep, heavy sigh that made her breasts heave. Mac's head began to ache. Along with another portion of his anatomy that had absolutely no business doing any aching at all. "I told him I wanted him to spank me. But he wouldn't." Another sigh. Mac struggled to keep his eyes on her face and not let them drift down to the creamy swells of her breasts revealed by the v-neck of the blue shirt she was wearing. "He said that he would feel silly not sexy." Giving up her minute examination of her wine, Janet looked up at Mac with a mournful expression, a kind of innocent pleading in her eyes that would undo a lesser man. Fortunately for both of them - and for Paul - Mac was made of sterner stuff. "I wanted to try though. Just try. He said he had nothing to punish me for because I'm a perfect wife." Her voice dropped to a mutter and she looked back at her wine. "Like that made me feel even better." Janet took a long swallow of wine before Mac could stop her. Unfortunately at this point taking the glass away was now moot, there was barely a sip left in the glass. "Um," he said, trying valiantly to think of some kind of helpful response. The man in him wanted to solve her problem. Unfortunately he had absolutely no idea how to do that. His dick, on the other hand, was busy throwing up images to his mind's eye of ways in which he could solve part of her problem. That being the part that wanted to know what it was like to be spanked and never mind that the man she wanted to be doing the spanking was her husband. "We only ever have sex in two positions. And we never do anything adventurous. Always in bed. Always at night. Okay, well, sometimes in the morning. But not usually." A heartfelt sigh. With no small amount of horror, Mac realized that he'd opened up her drunken thoughts, she'd obviously lost her verbal filter - probably a glass of wine ago - and unless he could figure out a way to derail this conversation then he had no choice but to sit and listen. And then try to talk to Paul about it. After all, he didn't want to be the cause of some kind of rift in the marriage, no matter how inadvertent. "I want to do more. I want to try more." She threw up her friend hand in exasperation. "And he doesn't even want to consider it. I keep having dreams about you." Mac looked up to realize that Janet was looking straight at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. Hazy. Slightly unfocused. Drunk enough to be honest but not so drunk that she wouldn't remember this tomorrow was his guess. Which meant that whatever he said next would be very important. "Um...." "I don't want to have dreams about you," she confessed her voice dropping to a whisper. "But they just won't stop. I dream about you spanking me. Fucking me. Paul and I never fuck, we have sex, we make love but we never fuck." Her voice grew wistful, but thankfully she didn't make any move towards him because he truly didn't know how he would react. His cock was screaming one thing at him and his brain was screaming another. Fortunately they seemed to cancel each other out. "I wish Paul would fuck me. Spank me. Tie me up... do something rough. But he won't. Would you?" There was more curiosity in her voice than invitation. It was a question, just a question. She wasn't reaching out to touch him or anything. But there was a vulnerability in her voice that said she was worried about her own appeal. Which was just ludicrous considering that she was an incredibly desirable woman. On the other hand, it was obvious that she wasn't getting all of her needs met, so maybe she just needed some verbal affirmation to shore up the insecurities that had developed over this issue. And then, please dear God, maybe the conversation would be over. "If you were single, I'd fuck the living daylights out of you Janet," he said gently, restraining himself so that none of his lust came through in his voice, adroitly side-stepping doing anything more descriptive to her. There was only so much a man who hadn't had sex in over six months could take. "But I think that right now you've had a little bit too much to drink and you should go to bed. Paul will be home soon." "Right." She sighed and then gave him a little smile. "I'm glad you would fuck me. At least someone wants to." And then she stood and ambled off, heading straight through the doorway to the right and into the hall where the stairs were. Mac blew out all the air in his lungs and leaned his head back against the back of the couch. Thank god he was going to be gone soon. Tomorrow was his last full day living with Janet and Paul and then he'd be on the other coast, trying to restart his own life. Hopefully his living here hadn't fucked theirs up too much, although considering Janet's last words he wasn't sure if that was too much to hope for. Some instinct, left over from the army, made him open his eyes and look to the left, to the other doorway into the television room. A dark shadow lingered there. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked mildly, wondering if he was about to have to defend himself. Paul was usually a pretty reasonable guy, but if he'd only heard some parts and not others... well there'd be a lot of explaining to do. While there was no way that Paul would win in a fight, he had no desire to hurt Paul so it would take some pretty serious defensive moves to keep either of them from getting injured if Paul was of a mind to try and kick his ass. "Long enough," said Paul as the shadow detached itself from the doorway, moving into the room until the light from the television screen hit his features. The credits were still running. He didn't just sound tired, he looked it. "Thank you for... well..." "Yeah." Paul practically collapsed into the armchair nearest Mac, rubbing his hands over his face and then sliding them down as if he could peel his worries right out of his head. If only that worked. Mac stayed where he was, watching the tension in Paul's body as the younger man leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands coming together between them. "I don't know what to do," Paul finally said. The frustration in his voice was as great as Janet's had been. "You know what she wants, why don't you give it a try?" asked Mac, keeping his voice encouraging, hoping to rally the troops. "You might like it." "Trying to imagine it makes me feel like an idiot," Paul muttered. He clenched his hands together and looked up at Mac, almost pleadingly. "How do you do it without feeling like you're in a bad porno?" Smothering a chuckle, Mac rubbed his fingers over his lips to hide his smile. Poor Paul. If Mac read him correctly, he thought that Paul had some pretty dominant instincts but he seemed to be almost afraid of them for some reason. Worried about looking foolish more than anything else. "I don't know. It just doesn't feel stupid when I'm doing it. When I've got a woman over my lap and her ass is turning a pretty shade of pink... it's not like a porno at all. Especially if it's a woman you care about." The way Paul shifted in his chair said that he wasn't entirely unaffected by the idea of having Janet over his lip, but then he shook his head. "I just don't understand," he said a little plaintively. "Things are good as they are. Why does she want to go changing that?" Mac shrugged. "You'd probably have to ask her that." "Would... would you really do it for her if she was single?" The question dropped into the room like a heavily loaded grenade with no indication of where it came from or where it was going to go. All of Mac's muscles tensed at once, his instincts screaming at him that there was more than one wrong answer. "If she was single..." he said very carefully, looking directly at Paul. "Janet's a very attractive woman. IF she was single, I would be happy to help her explore some of her fantasies and see whether or not they're something she'd truly be interested in having played out in real life. Sometimes once someone tries a fantasy they end up realizing that the fantasy is better than the reality." His voice took on a slightly chiding tone. "But since she's married, I would say that her husband should be the one to help her explore those desires." Temptation & Punishment Ch. 01 A strange expression wavered on Paul's face, making him look almost vulnerable. Not something that Mac had ever seen before. "What if her husband gave you permission to?" Mac's jaw dropped open and Paul rushed forward. "I just... I'm not... you're leaving in a couple of days. I can't make her fantasies come true, not the way she wants them to, and if you leave without her knowing what it's really like, then what if she starts looking to someone else? You're going to be gone after tomorrow and we'll keep in touch, but let's be honest we'll probably rarely see you again once you go... and I trust you. I trust you with her, I trust you not to try and make something more of it than it is... I trust that if she gets to a point where she realizes it's not what she wants then you'll stop." The words came out in rush, ending with a kind of hopeful note, that Janet would quickly get to a point where she realized that the reality wasn't as good as the fantasy. "And what if she wants to go all the way with her fantasy? What if she likes it?" Mac asked softly. The idea that he might be able to play with Janet, with Paul's blessing was far too tempting. He'd come across swinger couples before, but that wasn't the kind of marriage that Paul and Janet had. This kind of thing could break them. On the other hand, if Janet started to seriously crave things that Paul wouldn't even try to explore with her then their marriage was probably headed for the rocks anyway. Paul closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Then... then I'll figure something out." His voice strengthened a little and he opened his eyes, sitting up a little straighter. "She and I will figure something out." He sighed. "This isn't a sudden decision Mac. It's something I've been thinking about ever since I realized that she wanted to try some of the things that you'd talked about and that I... I'm just not able to do that for her. I'd feel like an idiot and we'd both be unhappy." "I don't know about this," Mac said, trying not to groan. His cock knew what it wanted and he was selfishly tempted. Knowing that he would be gone in a few days... and he couldn't deny that he'd had his own fantasies about the things he wanted to do to Janet. But he would have never acted on them. "Think about it... just... think about it." There was a strange light in Paul's eyes, almost feverish. "I'll be out again tomorrow night. I won't be back until after one. If... if anything were to happy that allowed Janet to explore what she wanted... that would... I'd rather it be you than anyone else." He said it firmly. Definitively. And then he stood up and left, leaving Mac alone in the dark. ******* The beer was cold. Full. Slightly bitter. Like himself. Paul clenched his hand around the bottle, forcing a smile onto his face as his friends joked with each other about the game they were watching. Wondering what the hell he was doing there with them rather than at home with his wife. Was he really so sure that Janet would cheat on him, eventually, if she didn't have a chance to explore her fantasies? No... Janet wasn't like that. Janet was perfect. She was loving, generous, trustworthy... extremely faithful. But Paul wanted to make her happy. He didn't want her constantly wondering what things would be like with another man, a different man. A man who would be willing to test her fantasy with her. The thought of spanking her heated his blood, he didn't feel that he could trust himself. Guilt nagged at him. The one time he'd tried spanking with a girlfriend he'd started out feeling stupid and then had ended up getting really into it. Too into it. She'd turned on him afterwards saying that he was too rough, that it was too much. When he wanted to do it again she'd refused. After that their relationship had started spiraling down the drain. She said that she couldn't trust him not to hurt her and he'd wallowed in the guilt of it until neither of them could take it anymore. That wasn't going to happen with him and Janet. She would trust Mac when he told her that Paul had given his permission. Practically his encouragement. Because if he wasn't going to be enough for another woman then he wanted to have some control over the situation. He had chosen the place, the time, even the man. And Janet might end up staying faithful to him anyway. Maybe this would be all she needed to discover that her fantasies were better off as nothing more than that. If someone was going to be the bad guy it would be Mac. Clinking his beer bottle with his friends - no idea what they were toasting because he couldn't focus on the conversation at all - Paul nodded his head amiably and took a long swig to hide his chaotic emotions. And tried to think about anything other than Mac spanking his wife and fucking her hard. Not because the image disturbed him, although it did, but because he didn't think that he found it nearly disturbing enough. Shouldn't it make him angry? Instead, he just found himself becoming more and more aroused the more he thought about it. ******** Wriggling on Mac's lap, Janet wasn't exactly sure how she'd ended up in this position. The evening had started normally enough, although Paul was out with his friends again which was a little unusual because she'd thought that he'd want to spend Mac's last night with them spending time with Mac. But then after dinner she and Mac had sat down in the television room and instead of turning on the television, he'd trained his all-too-knowing eyes on her and asked if she wanted a spanking. The question had seized up her lungs, because part of her wanted to immediately scream yes, even though she knew that the right answer was a vehement NO. The conversation after that had devolved quickly, with Mac telling her that Paul was out because he wanted to give Janet the chance to explore her fantasies. With Mac. Who would be gone after tomorrow, and while he said he'd probably exchange Christmas cards with them, he was an admittedly bad long distance friend. So they wouldn't really have any contact with him ever again. The temptation was overwhelming. She absolutely believed Mac that Paul had given them his blessing. It was the kind of thing Paul would do. Part of her railed at him for being a coward, too... whatever... to do this himself. Another part of her was shocked that he was alright with another man touching his wife. And some small bit of her felt rather, well, loved by this gesture. Knowing that her husband wanted to take care of her fantasies even if he wasn't the one to do so. But was it right to accept such an offer? "It's up to you," Mac had said, flipping on the television before laying his arm closest to her along the back of the couch, opening up his lap like a welcoming mat. "If you decide you want to try a spanking, you can just crawl on over here and put yourself over my lap." She'd been fascinated by the bulge in his pants. Good God... Mac was turned on by the idea of spanking her! And she was even more aroused knowing that he was. Licking her dry lips, she'd sat through one show, shooting little glances at his broad thighs, imagining what it would feel like to put herself over them. Paying attention to whatever was on the television was impossible, all she could think about was how this was her one chance. But what if Paul regretted his decision to let Mac do this to her? Of course... wouldn't he come home then? And Paul had been out for several hours now. Would Janet regret it? Or would she regret never knowing what it was like to be spanked? Maybe she would hate it and it would lead to nothing. But at least she'd know. The internal argument ended with her feeling like she was watching herself, like she wasn't even in control of her limbs as she turned towards Mac, seeing his muscles tense as she began to move towards him on all fours. Both of them were breathing harder as she crawled over his lap and then settled her weight down on top of him. She felt intimately aware of his hard muscles beneath her stomach, the way her mound was pressing against the side of her thighs, and especially of the rock hard appendage that was pressing against her side. Of course she wriggled, there was nothing else to do in this position. A hand caressed her buttocks and Janet whimpered. The fantasy in her mind hadn't been nearly as intense as this. Mac was touching her. She was over Mac's lap. And he was going to spank her. She was breathing so fast she was practically panting, filled with inexplicable excitement at the situation. Guilt surged inside of her as well, only somewhat mollified by her mental reminder that Paul had given Mac permission to do this. When she'd made her vows to Paul, she'd never intended to let another man touch her in a sexual way, but at the same time she was so, so glad that she was going to experience this. That she was finally going to KNOW. Mac scooted forward on the couch and Janet let out a little shriek as she found herself hanging over his legs, no longer supported by the couch cushions. Her head hung down to the floor, her hands reaching out to steady herself, and her legs kicked a little involuntarily. A heavy weight lay across her lower back - Mac's forearm, holding her in position. "I'm going to pull down your pants, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky with excitement. "And once I have this sweet, little ass bare, I'm going to give you a very thorough spanking for being such a perverted, dirty little girl." His words shouldn't have turned her on, but they did. Janet moaned and wriggled some more as Mac's fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants and underwear and pulled them down in one clean sweep. The helplessness of her position over his knee only inflamed her further, the cool air on her excited bottom and pussy lips making her feel even more exposed. How much of her private areas could he see? His hand caressed her bare butt cheeks, kneading the soft flesh as if preparing it for punishment. "Have you fantasized about this Janet?" "Yes..." Her voice was a breathy whisper. "AH!" The sharp crack of his hand on her flesh shocked her, knocking her forward on his legs a little. She felt dizzy as her butt cheek throbbed. That was much harder than she'd expected. And yet... "Did you think about me when you fantasized about being spanked?" "Yes." CRACK! She stifled a small cry as his hand came down hard on her other cheek, just as hard as the first hit. Expecting another lull, she wasn't prepared for the third strike against her tender flesh, and then a fourth and a fifth, all coming before she could get a breath of air. Once she did, Janet let out a howl, squirming underneath Mac's heavy arm across her spine as he peppered her ass with heavy slaps. Her legs kicked and she grabbed onto his ankle for support, twisting to no avail, feeling incredibly small and helpless as he held her securely in place and continued to redden her bottom. It HURT. More than she'd imagined, more than she'd thought possible in her fantasies. None of her fantasies had imagined it feeling anything like this. And yet she was doubly aware of the coiling tension in her belly, her vulnerable position, Mac's excited panting, and the bulge that was still pressing into her side. Despite the burning heat that was spreading across her ass, the tears in her eyes as he ignored her yelps and pleas for mercy, Janet realized that some part of her was still thoroughly enjoying this. When the deluge of spanks stopped, she quivered and collapsed over his legs, whimpering a little as tears dropped onto the floor below her. That had hurt, oh god had it hurt so much more than she thought it would. "Nice and hot," Mac murmured, his hand caressing her bottom. His palm felt rough against her sensitive skin. But he shocked them both when his fingers dipped down lower and found her to be dripping wet. "Sweet mother of..." Mac's raspy voice trailed off as he pushed one large finger inside of her and Janet moaned, her hot buns lifting upwards to meet the thrust of his thick digit. She was more turned on then she'd ever been in her life, wriggling on his lap and feeling the heat of her bottom, the red cheeks practically glowing with the rosy hue of a well-spanked butt. A small convulsion wracked her and her inner muscles gripped Mac's finger. The tears had dried up and she was moaning like a whore on his lap. She felt like a whore, but for once the guilt didn't rise. Passionate need had taken over her body and she responded automatically, without logic or thought, taking the tacit permission that she'd been given and running with it. Later there would be time for doubt and possibly recriminations, but right now she was all fiery yearning and Mac's finger felt so damn good inside of her. The pain of the spanking was mixing with the pleasure, with her desire, and it had given birth to a kind of erotic flame that she'd never experienced before. "You liked it," he stated, pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Yeessssssssss..." Her voice came out in a hiss as she writhed on his lap, wanting more, wanting her entire fantasy fulfilled. "Mac... Mac fuck me... please... fuck me please..." Letting out a low groan Mac pushed her off of his lap, helping her fall to the floor on her hands and knees. The reddened swells of her buttocks were left high in the air, her swollen pussy lips peeking out from underneath, plumped and ready for him. Waggling her hips back and forth, Janet looked over her shoulder at the older man as he stared at her, running a hand over the abused cheeks of her ass. "Fuck me Mac... like this... please Mac..." ***** It would take a stronger man than himself to deny Janet when she was begging so beautifully, so fervently. Paul had said to go as far as Janet wanted to. Although Mac could already tell that one night like this was not going to be enough; she wasn't frightened by her fantasy at all, she was wallowing in the reality of it, luxuriating in it. Sensual heat had wrapped around her, dark desires blossoming in the light. The juicy wetness of her pussy left no doubt as to how much Janet had liked her spanking. Kneeling behind her, Mac smacked her ass again as he undid his pants with the other hand. Janet moaned and bent her head to the floor, offering up the already abused globes of her ass for further punishment. Cream welled at her core, his fingers were already slick with it. Gripping the base of his cock in one hand, he rubbed the head against her pouted pussy lips, coating it with her honey as his other hand rested on her ass, fingers digging into the hot red cheek. Still wearing her shirt, with her pants around her ankles, she was a tableau of forbidden fruit, temptingly offered. "Are you on birth control?" he rasped, the sudden thought slowing his ardor. "Yes," Janet replied, her voice firm, heavy with lust as she glanced over her shoulder at him again. Her body shifted, pressing back against his cock. "Fuck me Mac... take me... spank me..." Realizing that she didn't want it gently, taking his lead from her, Mac gripped her hips and lunged forward. Janet's back arched, her head flying back as he filled her with one rough stroke. Her voice sobbed as she cried out his name, the tightness of her pussy clenching around him. Silken heat gripped his cock, spasming and massaging the entire length of his rod, buried in her wet tunnel. His fingers dug into the front of her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft globes of her ass, and they both moaned erotically at their intimate joining. Gathering the reins again, scraping together the remnants of his self-control, Mac pulled out halfway out of her welcoming body and shoved back in. He began to ride her with long, slow strokes, spanking her in between the steady thrusts, punishing her red bottom. It pulsed with heat against his groin, but her whimpers and gasps were filled with pleasure. Pulling back a little further, so that just his head was lodged in her wetness, he carefully moved his legs so that they were outside of hers, pushing hers together, creating an even tighter vise within her body before lunging in again. The wet slaps of his body intermingled with their groans, the sharp slap of his hand on her bottom ringing in his ears, punctuated by her soft cries. She knelt before him, curled like a supplicant to his cock, her fingers tensing and contracting on the carpet as he rode her. Leaning forward, he reached beneath her to slide his hands under her shirt and up to her breasts, fingers groping beneath her bra to cup the soft globes and play with her nipples. She filled his palms, the firm buds between his fingers nicely plumped and welcoming his touch. ***** The feel of Mac's hands on her breasts was electric, his fingers nimbly rolling her nipples and sending surges of erotic energy straight through to deep inside her pussy. She welcomed the pistoning rod as he fucked her from behind, loving the way the carpet abraded her knees, feeling him moving over her in his incredibly dominant position. The slant of his entry was something she'd never experienced before, and with her thighs pressed together he felt even larger, thicker, stretching her wonderfully. His hand slapping against her already bruised cheeks sent ripples of pleasured pain through her, making her tighten around his length just as he surged forward inside of her. The friction heated them both, making her convulse around him as he bottomed out inside of her. She couldn't stop the growling moans that emerged from her throat, the soft cries as pain sparked through her bottom. This was eroticism on a level that she'd never experienced, and while it couldn't quite compare to a loving encounter, she trusted Mac enough and knew him well enough to give him the keys to her body and allow him to take her to the heights of ecstasy. For a moment Paul flashed through her mind, and she wondered what he would think if he were to come home and find Mac riding her like this, taking her from behind on all fours. Would he watch? Was he out somewhere, picturing this exact tableau right now? Once Mac was finished with her, would he take her across his knee and pepper her already blistered bottom with a new layer of punishment? The idea made her convulse, crying out with heated bliss as Mac squeezed her breasts hard, his rough thrusts becoming more impassioned, less controlled. She could feel herself tightening around him, her fingers digging into the carpet as his body slapped against her burning butt cheeks, his cock pillaging her body with wild abandon. "MAC!" she cried out, her face pressing against the floor as the strength in her arms gave out, trembling prelude to her climax. "Oh god Mac, I'm gonna cum...." Her pussy spasmed and clung to his rapidly moving cock, the inner walls of her body gripping hard as she let out a cry of pure, ravished bliss. Waves of pleasure rippled over her, exploding when his hand thrust down between her legs and knowing fingers stroked the hard nub of her clit and sent her tumbling into another round of ecstasy. She sobbed with the intense sensations, the painful heat in her bottom, the abrading hair on his body rubbing against her sensitive cheeks, the shockingly intense pleasure that had her clenching and shuddering beneath him. Inside of her Mac's cock pulsed and throbbed and with a low groan he pulled out, spraying hot white seed across her red cheeks and swollen pussy as he leaned back, one hand on his cock as he enjoyed watching his cum decorate her glutes. Janet remained in place, eyes half closed in hazy pleasure as she felt the dripping fluid spray her, picturing what it must look like in her mind. "Damn that's pretty," she heard Mac mutter, sounding almost as breathless as she felt. Temptation & Punishment Ch. 01 ******* By the time Paul came home, Janet had showered and was in bed fast asleep, exhausted from the revelations of the evening. Mac was sitting in the living room waiting for him, sipping on some scotch. Feeling strangely hesitant in his own house, Paul came in and sat next to him. Without saying a word, Mac handing him an extra glass that had already been waiting for him. They sat in silence for a long moment while Paul sipped at his scotch, letting the complex flavors dance over his tongue as he tried to think of what to say. How to broach the subject. How to ask - did you fuck my wife? "She liked it," Mac said finally, breaking the tension and the silence. Paul let out a long breath that he hadn't even known he'd been holding. "You're sure?" "Oh yes." The chuckle in his voice confirmed it. Paul felt a stab of jealousy. "I'm pretty sure she's going to want to do it again. You're going to have to figure out what you're going to do." There was another long moment of silence as Paul's world shifted. "I've never hit a woman before." "It's not the same thing," said Mac immediately. "For one, she's agreeing to it. Not just agreeing, asking for it. Verbally, without any room for interpretation." "What if I hurt her?" "Give her something she can say, something that she wouldn't normally say in the middle of sex, like banana, and if she says banana then you know she's past the point she can handle and she doesn't want anymore." Mac did chuckle this time. "Because she wants it to hurt. You'll still have to stay in control of the situation, some women won't speak up when they should, but you care about her. You're a conscientious person, you won't damage her or hurt her past what she can handle." Something inside of Paul tensed and released, a feeling of... relief? flowed through him. Prompting him to ask Mac more questions, knowing that he would get useful, helpful answers that contained no judgment. Somehow Mac's confidence in him made him feel more confident in himself. The questions became more specific, asking about various implements he might use, defining the difference between a pleasurable versus a punishing spanking... the sardonic look in Mac's eye said that he understood. Eventually Paul started to realize that it hadn't been Janet's fantasies that he'd been afraid of, it was his own. There were desires in him that he had feared to express because he thought they were too dark, too perverse for her. Because he worried that he'd hurt her. And if he'd unleashed those desires onto her to fulfill her fantasy and she decided that it wasn't something she wanted, then where would he have been? Some part of him had decided that it was better to let someone else do it. Finally their conversation about spanking ran down. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know, but he had to ask. "Did you..." his voice cut off in his throat. Admitting that he wanted to spank his wife, that turning her bottom a bright cherry red would turn him on wasn't quite the same as acknowledging that the thought of Mac fucking her had also aroused him. "We did," Mac said shortly, his voice carrying a welter of emotion. Resignation, gratitude, wonder, a dash of guilt, and the warmth of a memory that would be cherished. "The things I think you'll want to know... we kept most of our clothes on. I didn't cum inside of her. And she was facing away from me the whole time. There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to fill the main role of her fantasy. She won't be picturing me, there's nothing to picture. I went pretty easy on her, spanking wise. If you take her in hand tomorrow, establish yourself, you'll be fulfilling what she really wants." "Thank you," said Paul quietly, meaning it. Mac was a rare and special kind of man. Paul had always known that, he just hadn't realized how much. He'd set Paul up for success, even while engaged in an experience that was more than a little emotionally fraught for all parties involved. And Paul knew that Mac had enjoyed himself, but he'd done what he could to make the aftermath easier on all of them. To be honest, the images that were now filling Paul's head were more than a little erotic, stirring his arousal along with his jealousy. But Mac would be gone tomorrow. If he had been continuing to live with them, Paul didn't think he would have been able to deal with it. As such, it was just bearable. For him, he knew that the fantasy of thinking about Janet with another man, even a trusted one, was better for him as a fantasy than a reality. "Here," said Mac, handing him a shoebox. "This is for you. Don't open it until tomorrow night. You'll understand when you do." With a heavy sigh, Mac gave him a half-cocked grin. "I'm off to bed." "Good night," said Paul, settling the shoebox onto his lap. He sat in the darkness for half an hour, just thinking, before going upstairs and joining his wife in their bed. She snuggled into him as always, letting out a sleepy little moan when he caressed her bottom, reminding him of Mac's advice. Tomorrow he'd be free to indulge in his fantasy, in the urges that he'd always pushed down, and in doing so, hopefully, he'd be able to supplant Mac in his wife's fantasies. Temptation & Punishment Ch. 02 Author's Note: I debated putting this second part of the story into the BDSM category, but I decided that it had started as a Loving Wives story and the characters wouldn't be doing what they're doing without the adultery, so it would remain in this category. If you don't like spankings / strappings of a disloyal wife... this is not the story for you. If you don't like cheating wives stories where the couple days together in the end, this is also not the story for you. In fact, I'm probably not the author for you. I like a happy ending where people work things out one way or another. For those of you who want to see what happens after the temptation and how Janet and Paul's marriage goes forward... enjoy! ********** The next morning Janet woke up and didn't remember any of her dreams. She also didn't feel the rampant horniness that she had for the past few weeks. But the guilt was still there. Stronger than before. It pushed down on her with a weight that made it hard to breath. Blinking, she turned onto her back and found her husband looking at her with calm blue eyes. "Good morning beautiful," he said quietly. "G-g-good morning," she stammered. Emotion and tears welled up and Paul frowned. "Sssh," he said, putting his fingers to her lips when she opened them to say something, although she wasn't sure what. "It's okay. I promise." And then he kissed her and got out of bed, grabbing his robe as he headed towards their bathroom. "Don't stay too long in bed, Mac said he was going to leave right after breakfast," he said, glancing back at her before disappearing into the bathroom. A moment later she heard water running as he turned on the shower. Confused, Janet lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling. So they were just going to pretend like nothing had happened? But... that's not what she wanted. For one horrified moment when Paul had said good morning to her she'd thought that Mac had lied and Paul hadn't given his permission for anything. Obviously he knew though. But they weren't going to talk about it? Weren't going to acknowledge it? In some ways that seemed the easy path. But Janet had enjoyed what had happened last night. Not the sleeping with another man part, although she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed the sex, but what she wanted was the experience of last night with her husband. The man who should have fulfilled her fantasy. Closing her eyes, she scolded herself for being so selfish. Paul had arranged to have her fantasy fulfilled. Not only that, but he didn't seem to be angry or upset that she'd gone ahead and done it. Or maybe he wasn't sure? No... she'd seen it in his face. He'd known. And even if the rest of her life was spent having either missionary or her-on-top sex with no extra spice, she should be grateful that he had made sure she'd had her fantasy fulfilled. That he'd cared enough to do that, to trust her like that. Although she still felt as though she'd betrayed his trust. Permission was one thing, but in hindsight she felt like she should have rewarded his gesture with her own, by turning Mac down. The weeks of build-up, the dreams, the yearning had played against her and she'd leaped upon the temptation without thinking any of it through. She'd risked her marriage for a fantasy, and now she was going to live the reality. Which, for her, meant being the perfect wife for Paul and never ever giving him any reason to imagine that she needed more than he was willing to give her ever again. She'd had her fantasy and now she was going to have to let it go, because Paul was more important. Perhaps knowing how much she wanted to fulfill it again and again and never being able to was her penance. ********* The goodbye with Mac was less awkward than any of them had worried. Two large hugs, no sexual tension, and a vague promise to keep in touch over emails, Paul and Janet waved goodbye and that was that. Any tension came from herself, although Paul seemed strangely relaxed. Which, for some reason, only made her more tense. Afterwards she spent the day bustling around the house, using cleaning as a way to work out her angst. By the time she was cooking dinner it was in a sparkling kitchen. The bathrooms were equally shiny, the laundry had been done, she'd dusted every surface in the house (other than Paul's home office which is where he'd spent the day holed up) and she managed to admirably pass the time. Unfortunately that didn't help shut off her brain. She'd made Paul a sandwich for lunch and brought it to him. He'd thanked her, sincerely, and that had just made her feel even worse. If she could go back and do it again, she wouldn't have given in last night. The aftermath wasn't worth it. Not only was she still wishing that Paul WOULD spank her, punish her, she now had a fair idea of just how good it would be if he did, but instead of feeling good about herself she was drowning in guilt and self-disgust. But Paul was going to get a gourmet dinner. "Something smells good," he said, striding into the kitchen as if her thoughts had conjured him. Jumping a little, startled because she hadn't heard him coming, Janet sent a side long glance at him through her lashes as he began setting the table for her. "You don't have to do that, I can take care of it," she said immediately, starting to put down the spoon she was using to make sure the béarnaise sauce didn't stick. "No, you stay there," he said, firmly enough that she stopped in her tracks and blinked. That wasn't how Paul normally talked to her. "I can set the table. You've done enough just by cooking, and from what I can tell the entire house has gotten its spring cleaning." "Okay," she said slowly, going back to stirring. There had been something in his tone of voice - not anger or anything, but a distinct note of... command? Almost? Something that she didn't think she'd ever heard from him before. It had given her stomach a little flutter, but at the same time she wasn't sure that she wasn't imagining it. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he set the table while she began to plate their food. Steak with béarnaise sauce, green beans with toasted almonds, and oven roasted herbed potatoes. One of Paul's favorite meals, and from the quirk of his lips as he took his plate he recognized it as the guilt offering that it was. And yet he still didn't look as though he was upset with her. It was starting to disgruntle her. Did he not care that Mac had slept with her? Fulfilled her fantasy? Was it a matter of trusting her or being indifferent? Her stomach churned as she considered the implications of that question. It didn't make for an easy eating, but she forced herself to do so anyway. If Paul wanted things to be normal then she was going to do her best to give that to him, figuring that it was the least she could do. ******** If anything, Paul found Janet's show of guilt extremely reassuring. It was obvious that he wouldn't have to worry about her wanting to act out her fantasies with anyone else again. The key point was that she wanted things to be different between them, her fantasy wasn't about being with a different man. If he'd been willing to test her fantasy with her then she never would have started fantasizing about Mac in the first place. Granted, he still felt a little betrayed, but at the same time his talk with Mac last night had been extremely revealing. Not so much about Janet's desires, but his own. The betrayal fed a small flame of anger, one that made him feel justified in wanting to punish her. That could, potentially, be a good thing. The guilt that he was carrying over from his ex and the way she'd accused him of abusing her, made it extremely hard for him to want to give Janet the fantasy she requested. Now he had some anger to counter that. As long as he kept a leash on that anger and didn't act out of it, didn't try to punish her because of it, it actually made his own emotional blocks easier to deal with. Because he wanted to spank her. He wanted to turn her ass a bright cherry red, to punish her for going outside of their marriage. He wanted to wipe away any fantasy, any memory of another man and make her his all over again. Waiting all day to do so was putting both of them on edge. Dinner was slightly awkward, mostly due to the fact that Janet was trying so hard to match his act of normalcy and he kept getting distracted by thoughts of the upcoming night. Although he'd meant to do the dishes, since she'd cooked (not to mention cleaned the entire house as far as he could tell), he decided it would be kinder to both of them if he let her do the dishes while he opened up the shoebox that Mac had given him. The sooner they could start the evening the better. Going to their bedroom, Paul left the door open a crack so that he would be forewarned if Janet came upstairs since he didn't know what was in the shoebox yet. When he opened it, he was immediately intrigued. There was a leather strap about a foot long, stiff but flexible enough to be curved around the inside of the box. He was pretty sure the strap matched the description of what Mac had called a 'tawse,' an old-fashioned instrument used to spank naughty children and recalcitrant wives during Victorian times. The idea of applying it liberally to Janet's backside immediately appealed. Taking the leather strap in his hand, he grabbed some of their pillows and began experimenting, practicing. He was a fast learner and quickly discovered how to swing it so that the end either curled or remained flat, trying different angles and strengths. Feeling quite ready to punish his wife and simultaneously fulfill her fantasies, Paul went to get her. ******* When Paul called her to him, standing at the bottom of the stairs, she didn't know whether his demeanor had truly changed or whether she had fooled herself into thinking it, due to her guilt. Somehow he seemed more powerful, more confident, meeting his eyes was almost uncomfortable because she felt like he could see down into all the darkness that last night's activities had unleashed. Cupping her face in his hands, he tipped her head back so that he could look at her more clearly. Janet peered up at her husband, seeing a glint in his eye that she hadn't before, and yet also a tenderness that showed his love for her. It made the guilt even worse. "I'm so sorry about last night, Paul," she whispered miserably before he could say anything or cut her off. "If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't." "It's alright," he said softly back, his thumb stroking along her cheek soothingly. "I shouldn't have asked Mac to do what I should have done for you." "Why did you?" she asked. Her hands came up to press against his chest, wanting to touch him. As erotic as her interlude with Mac had been, there was nothing as satisfying as the feel of her husband's body. "I wanted it to be you." Paul sighed heavily. "I know. I was afraid." "Of what?" "That you wouldn't like it and you would hate me for hurting you and that I would like it too much and want to do it again and again even though you hadn't liked it." "Oh..." Janet realized quite suddenly that perhaps that had been a real possibility. She had felt quite sure that she wanted to experience her fantasies, but what if she hadn't liked it? What Mac had done had hurt, but she'd been left craving for more. What if it had hurt and she'd ended up being angry or feeling betrayed? No wonder Paul had been afraid. Of course, instead he was now the one left feeling betrayed. "I'm sorry." "I know. But you've been a very bad girl, and even though I know you're sorry I think you still need to be punished for it." A surprised shudder went through Janet at her husband's words, shock and arousal clouding her eyes for a moment. Did he mean what she thought he meant? He searched her face as though he was looking for something in particular, and she didn't know whether or not to hide the hope that she felt, the dark desire that was roiling just behind her eyes. "Let's go upstairs." Feeling almost like she was in a dream, Janet followed her husband upstairs to their room. Everything was the same, and yet the one new item resting on the bed made everything different. A leather strap, about two inches thick and a foot long. Anticipation and fear coursed through her. The spanking Mac had given her yesterday had hurt, but she was completely healed by now. Somehow she knew that would not be the case after having a leather strap biting into her ass, and yet as soon as she saw it, she found herself hoping that's what she was there for. "Strip." Janet stared at her husband, suddenly feeling like she was looking at a stranger. The glitter in his eyes was something she'd never seen before, and although they had a healthy sex life, right now he looked like he might actually pounce on her if she didn't do as he said. So she did. Immediately. And realized, as she did so, that she'd never actually stripped for her husband before. They'd always undressed each other, usually while kissing. It added an entirely new dynamic to the situation; him fully clothed standing with his arms crossed over his chest while she slowly peeled off her shirt and pants. Goosebumps tingled along her skin as she felt his eyes roving her body, making her more aware of all the little flaws that she hated about herself, wondering what he was thinking as he studied her minutely. Then she glanced at his crotch and realized that even if he was seeing those little flaws, they didn't matter to him. And she knew EXACTLY what he was thinking. Blushing, she looked down at the floor as she began to take off her bra. She didn't think that she'd ever had someone examine her while she was undressing. It was both embarrassing and dizzying, a sensual experience that made her feel rather unprotected. Standing completely naked in front of her husband she couldn't deny that this new demeanor of his was intensely engaging, but it was also making her extremely uncomfortable. Shifting back and forth on her feet, she watched as he began to walk around her, looking at every inch of her. Her nipples were puckered, from both the cold and his scrutiny, she could feel a slick wetness between her legs. The silence unnerved her. "Paul," she said nervously as he started circle around behind her. "Hush," he said immediately, and she jumped as she realized that he'd moved closer to her once he'd gotten behind her. He couldn't be more than a few feet away. "Stand still and just let me look." Then he came around to her other side, his eyes full of lust as he looked at her in profile, devouring her with his gaze. Still completely dressed, Paul moved away from her, over to the bed where he sat down. "Come here," he ordered, and patted his lap. Trepidation, excitement, desire, fear... emotions assaulted her from every side as she moved towards him. Last night had altered the landscape of their marriage, tonight would change it forever. When she got close enough she hesitated and Paul reached out to grip her wrist, pulling her gently but inexorably over her lap. Her arms and legs rested on the bed, his hard cock pressing against her hip, her buttocks up in the air. It was somehow more intimate and more exposing than the position Mac had put her in last night, not the least because Paul rearranged her body so that her legs were spread open. She could feel the air on her pussy lips, which were pouted and slightly parted as well. A gentle hand rubbed the swells of her buttocks, pausing every so often to grip the soft flesh and making her want to moan. "If at any time this becomes too much for you, just say the word Banana and I will stop immediately. You can say no, stop, please, beg to your heart's content and I won't stop, but if you say banana I will immediately cease. Do you understand?" "Yes Paul." Almost as if he was testing, Paul gave her bottom a few light slaps. They barely stung but they were enough to make her shiver, enough to make her want to ask him to spank her harder. Instead his hand rubbed over her bottom again and she almost screamed with the frustration of wanting him to raise his hand again, to smack her eager cheeks harder, but she didn't want to scare him off now that they were finally in this position. "Why do you think you're getting a spanking, Janet?" "Because I've been bad," she said immediately. "What did you do?" Oh god he was going to make her say it. Shame rolled through her. SMACK! The slap was harder than the previous light one, right on the center of the fleshy portion of her right buttock. It stung delightfully and she felt her hips roll. "Answer me Janet." "I fantasized about another man." SMACK! Her left buttock jiggled, the sharp sting matching the one in her right cheek. "Who?" "I fantasized about Mac." SMACK! SMACK! Her breath caught in her throat as the blows came harder, one after another in the same two spots. Then Paul rubbed her ass, massaging the flesh with his fingers and the sharpness of the sensation dimmed. "What did you fantasize about him doing?" "This... I fantasized about him spanking me." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time Janet cried out as Paul rained several blows in sweet succession down onto her rapidly pinking cheeks. He wasn't using all the force that he had in his arm, but he was using enough of it that the spanking stung sharply, especially when his hand overlapped areas that had already felt the bite of his palm. Fascinated by the light prints that his hand made on her creamy cheeks, he'd also enjoyed the way Janet had wriggled on his lap. Not wanting her to move around too much, he lay his forearm down across her back, splaying his hand over her lower back just above the swells of her buttocks. His dick felt like a steel bar. "What else?" "I fantasized about him fucking me..." SMACK! "On my hands and knees..." SMACK! "Against the wall..." SMACK! "And I fantasized about him spanking me while he did it." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows came down hard on her bottom, which was truly starting to sting. Janet whimpered and wriggled, her legs coming together as she tried to clench her buttocks, and then she shrieked as Paul landed two hard blows to the backs of her sensitive thighs. They hurt so much worse than the ones on her bottom, despite the fact that her butt already felt warm and tingly. "Spread your legs Janet." With a little whimper she did so. Her hands clenched in the sheets beneath them as she tried not to bring them back to cover her vulnerable ass as she felt the shift in Paul's body that indicated his hand was raising again. SMACK! SMACK SMACK! With a little yelp she buried her face into the sheets as well, feeling the tears starting up. Not just because it hurt, but because she knew she truly deserved this. Last night she hadn't actually deserved the spanking that she'd gotten and she certainly hadn't deserved it from Mac. Today... today she was an adulteress. Something she'd never thought she'd be. All of her pent up desires and guilt had swirled and melded together and now the unbearable tension it had put her under was melting away under the steady assault of Paul's hand on her bottom. He paused, hearing Janet's soft cries and taking the time to rub her bottom, which was becoming steadily pinker. The little moaning sounds she made when he dug his fingers into her abused flesh nearly made him lose his control and turn her over and take her right then. But they weren't done yet. Control... that was the key. Paul still had some anger, but it was a cold anger, a controlled anger. It wasn't going to overpower him or use him, he was using it to hold off his past. Right now some of that guilt had surged, wondering if he'd already put her past the point where he should stop. Temptation & Punishment Ch. 02 But she'd taken more than this last night with Mac, he was sure of that. The tears were probably from emotional distress as much as physical, perhaps even more so. Still, he didn't want a repeat of his ex. "Do you think you've been punished enough?" he asked, curious to see what she'd say. If she wanted him to stop, he would. He hadn't asked that question of his ex, they'd agreed upon a number and that's what he'd given to her. Then at the end of it she'd said that he was an abusive jerk and that she was never asking him to spank her again. Making the same mistake with his wife would be untenable. Janet didn't speak, she just nodded her head. "I need to hear you say it Janet." Her hips lifted, offering up her bottom as she turned her head to look at him. The sight nearly broke his heart, with the tears on her face, but he could also see the hazy sheen of lust in her eyes, the dilated pupils, the way her lips were parted. "More please Paul." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He hit the upper part of her thigh, the tender crease where her leg met her bottom, and Janet's back arched as she shrieked, her head whipping around and throwing back before she curled in and buried her face in the covers. Oh that stung... it burned... her bottom felt like it was throbbing as Paul reestablished that rhythmic tattoo of slaps onto her sore bum, turning it a brighter and brighter pink as Janet wriggled and moaned, crying out at particularly painful slaps. Whenever he would stop and massage her buttocks she would relax into it, almost wanting to mewl and rub herself against him like a kitten. Worried that he wasn't reading her quite right, Paul let his fingers slip down between her legs while he was massaging her buttocks. Janet moaned, her body tightening as his fingers came into contact with her hot, wet flesh. Feeling her reaction, touching the proof of her arousal, Paul knew that he needed to satisfy them both and soon or he was going to end up cumming in his pants while she rubbed her hip against him, which was not how he wanted this to end. "Get off my lap and bend over the bed." His voice was husky, excited. Oh god he was going to use the strap on her already abused bottom. Janet whimpered but did as he said, the anticipation gripping her as much as her fear. Bent over at the waist her hips were snugged against the bed, unable to move forward or away from the coming bite of the strap, Janet had to repress the urge to rub her thighs together and try to get some friction going on her pussy. She felt like a leaky faucet, sure that in this position her husband must be able to see every inch of her arousal - the swollen, slick folds, and the way her throbbing clit was engorged, begging for attention. Part of her wished she could see the view herself, wondering what her bottom looked like right now. It felt hot, a little swollen, as if her skin was tightly drawn over the flesh underneath. The surface seemed much more sensitive than before and she wondered if she would be able to withstand the strap. "How else have you been naughty, Janet?" "I let Mac spank me and fuck me last night," she said, a little sob hinging her voice as the guilt welled again. "But your husband gave you permission to do that, didn't he?" "Yes, but I shouldn't have anyway." "You're such a good wife," he murmured, rubbing his hand over her heated cheeks. Janet moaned. "I know you want to be good, so I'm only going to give you five spankings with the strap. Don't forget you can say banana if it becomes too much." Janet bit her lip and resolved not to say it. She didn't want this to end. Not just because she felt like she deserved the punishment and not just because she wanted to show Paul that she could take whatever she could give him, but because deep down some part of her truly craved the pain. CRACK! Pushing her face into bed she screamed as the first lick of the strap landed square across her bottom, leaving a darker red stripe on her already warmed skin. Paul waited as Janet's back heaved, her breathing heavy as she assimilated this new pain. He hadn't hit her with all the force of the strap, not even medium strength really, since this was her first time and he didn't want to overdo it. The sight of her bottom with the mark of the strap across it was gorgeous. Her pussy trembled beneath it, wet and eager, her muscles clenching slightly and making her bottom open and shut a little. "Do you want to say banana?" he asked, his voice much steadier and calmer than he felt. If she said it he wouldn't regret it, because that would mean he could finally bury himself inside of her. To his surprise, but not shock, Janet immediately shook her head, looking over her shoulder at him again with her tear stained face. "I want all five." He gave her time to get back into position before bringing the strap down again, making sure to aim for an area that hadn't been hit by the strap yet. Janet screamed and wriggled. This time he only waited long enough for her to cease moving, so that he didn't miss his aim, before bringing it down again. The tortured sounds she was making were somehow incredibly erotic, her hips moving up and down as if begging for more. So he gave it to her. One more across and then the last one diagonally, slicing over the previous hits. Before Janet had even finished her scream, he gathered her in his arms, allowing her to cry it out on his shoulder as he cuddled her. Her burning bottom was pressed against his thigh and she could feel his erection digging into her, but Paul patiently waited for her emotional catharsis to finish; pulling some tissues from their bedside table to keep her from becoming a complete watery mess. "I really am sorry," she said, looking up at him pleadingly. Paul sighed. "I wish you would stop saying that. I know you are. I'm sorry that I put you in that position... both of us made mistakes." "Does that mean I get to spank you too?" she asked jokingly. More than his constant reassurance, the throbbing pain in her rear was what actually helped the guilt flow away. Truthfully, his mistake hadn't been as great as hers. "Is that one of your fantasies too?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder, feeling incredibly warm and safe and secure in his arms. "No." "Thank God," he muttered and she giggled again. Despite the pain in her bottom, or maybe because of it, she felt good. Wonderful. As if a weight had been lifted from her, not just the guilt but also the shame of the desires that she'd been having. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, hopefully. "Yes and no," he said, rearranging her so that he could look her in the eyes. "Yes because I enjoyed seeing your sweet little ass turn bright red. No because it was a punishment." "Would you be willing to do it sometime when it's not a punishment? Or at least, not a real one?" she asked, coyly looking at him through her eyelashes. "Absolutely," Paul said, pulling her face up to him so that he could kiss her lips. Their passion, their arousal, which had been pushed aside while he'd cuddled her, flared with a vengeance. Janet wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him in place as she kissed him hungrily, greedily. The grip of his hands shifted and she whimpered as he squeezed the hot flesh of her ass, feeling the immediate response in his body. Feeling a kind of needy desperation to touch him flesh to flesh, she pulled at his shirt, practically tearing it from his back. When he tossed her back onto the bed she gasped and then howled as her sore bottom came into contact with the bed; the slight bouncing didn't help at all and she immediately turned onto her stomach. Paul grabbed her ankle and flipped her back over with the kind of masculine ease that took a woman's breath away. He'd only taken a moment to divest himself of his pants and then he was above her, looking down at her as she writhed in a kind of mix between the pain in her bottom and the anticipatory sexual need that had taken over both her pussy and her brain. She'd always heard jokes about how men lost all the blood in their brains to their erections, rendering them stupid when horny, that's exactly how she felt right now. Thinking was too arduous, all she wanted to do was feel. The hard length of her husband's body lowered onto hers as he kissed her hard, hungrily. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Janet whimpered as she squirmed beneath him, the sensitive skin of her ass rubbing against the sheets. Somehow she knew he wanted to make love to her in the missionary position, and before today she'd have been a little disappointed that they weren't going to do something new, but right now missionary seemed comforting. And yet... it was already different. Never before had her bottom rubbed and ached, throbbing in time with the needy clenching of her pussy. Rubbing herself against Paul's hard length as it pressed between her folds meant increasing the welling pain in her ass, a dilemma that excited her. For himself, Paul was doing his best to hold back the raging, animalistic need that was urging him to reclaim his wife, to take her rough and hard and make her his all over again. He didn't want to share her, ever, and he could only be thankful that she hadn't taken it as a rejection of herself. Now they'd come together and Janet had loved everything that he'd done to her... the slick folds of her cunt rubbed up and down the length of his cock, spreading her juices over him, showing him how much their dark desires matched. He didn't have to be afraid that she would think less of him, she'd asked for it, every step along the way. More, she'd said. He'd give her more. Janet cried out as Paul's hands slid down to her waist and then beneath her bottom, gripping a handful of reddened flesh in each palm as he tilted her pelvis and shoved into her hard. The entire length of his cock burrowed into her all at once, splitting her open and making her claw at his back as the incredible pleasure mingled with the throbbing ache in her ass almost sent her into an immediate orgasm. He groaned as he felt her clenching and trembling around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was more turned on than she'd ever been, and with less preparation other than the spanking. Pulling his hips back, he held her tightly, using his knees to rock himself back and forth, listening to her soft whimpers as his fingers rubbed the sting back into her tender flesh, massaging and kneading the red swells to heighten the sensations. "Paul... oh God.... fuck me... fuck me Paul..." Janet chanted it like a mantra, more vocal, less inhibited than she'd ever been. He pulled one hand away from her ass so that he could put the weight of his upper body onto his arm and look down into her face. The contortions of her expression and body were primitively passionate, her eyes open but unable to focus for more than a moment or two at a time on him as he continued to ride her hard. While he'd always liked to watch her during their love making, he couldn't remember ever having seen her quite like this before. It was as if the spanking had taken down barriers that they hadn't even known existed, allowing a darker passion, more depraved desires to mingle with their loving, not detracting from the experience at all, only adding new flavors to sip and savor. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Janet opened herself completely to her husband, rubbing herself against him with every downward stroke of his hips, the burn in her ass adding to the flames in her core. She ran her fingers into his hair and gripped, moaning like a whore, as he began to really pound into her, shifting his weight so that he was on both arms above her, watching her as she twisted and writhed beneath him, her sore ass bouncing off of the bed and adding to the mix of rising agonizing ecstasy. The noises she was making, caught between pleasure and pain, were completely undoing whatever was left of Paul's control. Reaching beneath her body to grab at her tormented ass again, he gripped her cheeks hard and relished the sharp cry that his touch engaged, the way she convulsed beneath him... and then she realized that she was cumming. The fondling of her burning bottom had kicked off the climax that had been growing for so long, a more intense release than she'd ever experienced, and it went on and on and on as Paul pounded into her, his furious rutting prolonging the exquisite rolling sensations. "JANET!" He groaned, surged, and throbbed inside of her as he filled her with his cum, feeling as though he was pumping gallons of hot fluid into her welcoming body. Beneath him his wife clung and whimpered, the inner walls of her tunnel massaging his cock, milking him dry with every pulse of her body. Slowly his grip on her bottom relaxed, his weight settling on top of her as they caught their breath. Finding a tiny pocket of energy, Paul pushed himself up onto his elbows so that he could place a gentle, lingering kiss on Janet's lips. Sweet submissiveness seemed to pour out from her as she kissed him back. "So?" he asked. "Did that fulfill your fantasy?" "More than," said Janet, beaming up at him, her arms entwined around his neck. "That was... there aren't words for how incredible that was." "I agree." He dropped another kiss to her lips, loathe to move off of her and she didn't seem to mind at all. It felt right. Good. The way it was supposed to be. And never again would he involve another man in their relationship. Janet may have been the one to receive the spanking, but he felt like they'd both learned their lesson.