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SSC: The Licking
(*****, M/F, Intense, paddling)
A wife submits to her husband. (Approximately 477 words. Originally published 2000-06.)
The paddling had been long and brutal. Amy lay naked on the bed and sobbed for an hour afterward. This hadn't been a play session; she'd lost her temper at work with a client and it had almost cost her her job. She knew she deserved every painful swat.
Not that knowing that made enduring it any easier. It had hurt like hell (still did) and her ass was going to be black and blue tomorrow.
She got shakily to her feet and went to look at herself in the mirror. If she opened the closet door and got the angle between the two mirrors just right she could see her ass clearly. It was worse than she'd thought. Her butt was one crimson blotch. A crop of pale blisters was forming at the base, right where she'd have to sit tomorrow. Across the middle of her cheeks were welts where he'd used the leather belt.
There was a knock at the door and Amy frantically covered herself with her hands. Don smiled at her.
"Admiring my handiwork?"
"You're a barbarian," she muttered. She was half-serious.
"Punishment spankings were your idea."
"I know. I've changed my mind."
"Oh no, you've still got a licking coming."
"WHAT! You mean it's not over?"
Don shook his head. "Of course not. That was just the warm up."
The chill that Amy felt coat her heart wasn't from the weather. Her knees wobbled and her bottom tingled.
"Oh please, Don, enough's enough. I can't take any more."
"You've got a licking coming and not another word or I'll throw in a hairbrushing. I'll be downstairs. Just let me know when you're ready for your licking."
Amy almost responded with "The day after never," but she caught herself, the hairbrushing looming large in her mind. Don was not big on smart alec comebacks.
She went and took a long shower, trying to forget the upcoming licking. How could her poor bottom take any more? She carefully massaged aloe vera into her battered flesh, alternately wincing and sighing throughout the process.
Later, she tried to read, then watched some TV with the sound off. She saw Don working on his laptop, seemingly oblivious to her agony. The waiting was driving her nuts. She finally went to him.
"Let's get it over with."
"You're ready for your licking?"
"Okay. Go upstairs, strip competely nude, and lie on the bed face down. I'll be up in a minute."
It was more like twenty minutes. She was ready to scream when the door finally opened. Her bottom trembled. She figured he'd use the tawse she dreaded so much.
Then it was soft, coolling wetness on her ass. She turned around in shock.
Don beamed at her, tongue lolling out.
"Turn around," he said. "I'm just starting your licking."