The Calendar

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The Calendar

(*****, M/F, Intense, cons spanking, paddling, caning, sex)

A couple schedule the next month's punishments. (Approximately 490 words. Originally published 2009-09.)

"You obviously know what today is," said Jack as his wife came out of the bathroom. She was wearing his favorite negligee, a silky red transparent thing as light as a mosquito. Underneath she wore only the scarlet silk panties she reserved for special occasions.

"Make love to me," she whispered as she crawled onto the bed. She straddled him, like a lion and its prey.

His hand slid out to caress her body, tracing the curve of her hip and buttock. "You are naughty, trying to make me forget," he said sternly.

"What are you talking about? I just want you. Now." She nuzzled him, stopping only when his hands pinched her ass, hard. "Hey, ow!"

"You know that tonight's the Draw."

"What? Already? I thought we just did it."

"Last month. Today's the 31st of July."

"Oh. Well, let's do it tomorrow. I want to make love now."

But Jack wasn't to be dissuaded. With a swat to Jill's rear, he had her fetch the basket. Inside were slips of paper numbered 1 to 31. "August has thirty-one days so we're all set," he said thoughtfully. "Let's Draw for your hand spanking."

Her lower lip curling in a pout, Jill reluctantly reached in and fished around for a bit, finally emerging clutching a paper.

"The sixteenth!" announced Jack. "That's a Saturday, just perfect for a nice long hand spanking."

Jill groaned, and reached in the basket for another paper.

"Wow, you're in luck: you get to wait until the 31st for your paddling."

Another slip. "Oh dear, you're going to get your strapping next week. On Wednesday the sixth, to be precise."

Jill shivered, her sex giving a shudder of secret anticipation. The next one was the big one. When would she receive her caning? Would it be close to another spanking day? Would it be soon or later? There was only one way to find out: she drew a paper and handed it to her husband.

"Ah, the 21st. A Thursday. Oh dear, Friday will be 'I Can't Sit Down Day,' won't it?" Jack gave his wife an affectionate kiss. "But you were lucky with this Draw. The days are spread apart, not like this month where you got the strap on the 23rd and the cane on the 26th!"

Jill shivered again. Did he know how excited this made her? Already her special panties were soaked.

Of course he did: it was his devious design. He wanted her to anticipate the punishments yet still keep them fresh. She never knew, month to month, when or in what order the spankings would take place. She only knew that she had four spankings a month, guaranteed, plus any others she earned for bad behavior. She was always an angel near a scheduled spanking day.

"You're a monster," she hissed, digging her fingernails into his back.

"I'll show you a monster."

And he did.

The End

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