The Art of Persuasion

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The Art of Persuasion

(****, M/F, Intense, cons spanking, switching, sex)

A tender story of a loving wife agreeing to a switching from her husband. (Approximately 2,704 words. Originally published 2006-01.)

Paige was at the sink washing vegetables, her back to me. She was dressed in a faded T-shirt and a comfortable pair of old jeans that had adapted themselves to her figure most elegantly. Seeing the proud jut of her ass in those tight pants stirred my sex as I slipped through the door silently. Lord she was hot! Seven years of marriage and I still couldn't believe my good fortune.

She turned slightly as she placed washed red, green, and yellow peppers on the counter. She used the heel of her hand to push aside a stray hair that had fallen over her face, then picked up a towel to dry the vegetables.

I saw she was about to pick up the knife to begin chopping, so I made my move. I'm smart enough to know that startling a woman with a knife is not a good idea.

I silently slipped up behind her, placing one hand over her eyes and palming her left ass cheek with the other. She gasped, startled. I squeezed her butt, hard.

"Queek, lez do it before your huzbandz 'ome," I whispered in a mock French accent.

"Oh Pierre, is that you?" she giggled. Her hand paused above the knife.

"Wee wee, madam," I continued. "Eee vill never know!"

"Oh stop it, you silly man." She threw my hand off her face, turned and kissed me on the lips. We kissed for a moment, my hand grinding at her butt. When we pulled apart, breathing heavily, her crisp blue eyes sparkled at me. "You're home early."

"I brought you flowers," I said gallantly, waving to the huge bouquet I'd left on the kitchen table.

"What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing. Just saying I love you."

She looked at me quizzically, trying to suspect something, but seeing no deception in my eyes. "Maybe you are Pierre. What have you done with my husband?"

"I kill 'im in dee backyard. Now iz just uz, forever!"

She laughed and kissed me again. "Leave me alone, you dirty old man. I've got dinner to make."

"This is the dinner I want," I said suggestively, leaning my chin on her shoulder like a puppy dog and massaging her ass with both hands.

"Down boy!" she scolded, beginning to chop a couple onions. She wiggled her ass in my hands. "I'm making your favorite, chicken fajitas."

"With fresh guacamole?"

"Of course."

Paige scraped the onion slices into a hot frying pan with a little olive oil. They began to sizzle deliciously as she moved on to the peppers. "Get the chicken from the fridge, will you?"

My hands were still glued to her ass, following her every move. "I can't. I'm stuck."

"You're a pervert."

"True, but I'm in love."

Laughing, she turned and pushed me toward the fridge, slapping at my fingers as they approached her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see the points of her nipples poking the thin cotton of her shirt. She was aroused, too.

Pretending to be hurt by her snub, I obeyed, finding the package of chicken breasts in the meat drawer. I opened it, dumping the breasts on the cutting board as she placed handfuls of sliced peppers in with the onions. I nuzzled her again, preventing her from reaching the chicken.

"Away, away! Too many cooks!"

"Hey, I was helping."

"Oh? Pinching my butt is helping?"

"I got out the chicken for you."

"Oooh, I'm in awe of your cooking skills."

"Fine. I'll go sulk in the living room."

Paige rinsed her hands off and began to cut the chicken into bite-sized chunks. "This'll be ready in fifteen!"

I turned on the news for a few moments, but it was just more of the same, crap about tensions in the Middle East, another potential political scandal in Washington. Rumors of rumors of rumors. Did anyone really care? Why did they bother.

Tivo had recorded a golf tournament for me, so I fast forwarded through the boring parts to watch Tiger make a 34-foot curling putt down a slope. Damn that guy was good. Most golfers are only good at certain kinds of shots, like driving or chipping or putting. Tiger could do it all. Of course I could too, it's just that all of my shots were equally bad.

It was only the second round of the tournament and Tiger was tied for the lead with two holes to play so I figured he had it locked. The real play would be on Sunday.

Bored, I went back into the kitchen. "That smells great, honey. I'm starving."

The meat and vegetables were sizzling in the pan, Paige sprinkling on salt and pepper liberally.

"Stick the tortillas in the microwave, will you?"

She'd already put them on a plate. I placed them inside, setting the timer for ninety seconds. When it beeped, I placed the steaming plate on the table.

About five minutes later, we were eating. The fajitas were excellent, as always. Paige is a good cook. I assembled mine with plenty of cheese, tomatoes, and fresh guac.

"God, this is heavenly," I murmured. "You are awesome."

Paige grinned, taking a dainty bite of her much smaller fajita. "I did good, eh?"

"You are the best. Didn't even burn the chicken."

"Oh, thanks."

I sighed, popping the last bite into my mouth. "I wish you had burnt the chicken. Then I'd have to spank you."

Paige rolled her eyes. "Like you need an excuse." She frowned. "Is that what the flowers were for? You trying to get me to agree?"

"Come on, Paige. Let me use the switch. A couple genuine welts. Just a couple."

"No way, that thing hurts like hell!"

"Please, honey? I'll make love to you all night."

"Is that supposed to tempt me?"

"Funny. Come on, it's not so bad, is it?"

"Matt, please. Don't keep asking me. You know I love and I want to please you, but that hurts so bad. You have no idea."

"Of course I do. I grew up being switched. It's murder. But a couple of strokes, honey, just a couple. That's not so bad." I finished assembling my second fajita, so big I could scarcely close it. "You can switch me if you want. I'll take double what you take -- four strokes!"

Paige's pretty face scrunched into an uncomfortable frown. "You're the one with the kink, dear. I find no pleasure in whipping you."

"What can I do, then? There must be something you want."

There was a long silence. I swallowed several bites of my fajita.

Finally Paige spoke. Her voice was quiet, just above a whisper. "You know what I want."

I gave a visible wince. "We've been over that, honey. We've got the college loan, the truck payment, the credit cards. Things are tight. How could we afford a house?"

"We'd make do. We always have."

"It's just not the right time. In a year or two, maybe, we'll be ready."

"It's always a year or two!" Her voice was raised, a bit sharp.

I didn't say anything for a minute, staring at my half-eaten fajita. "Six."

"What?"

"Six."

"Six?"

"Six. With the switch."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying yes, if you'll take six. A long hard spanking, followed by six welts. I want to be able to see and feel them. Six lovely beautiful raised weals across your perfect bottom."

Paige stared at me like she couldn't breathe. A tortilla lay open on her plate, forgotten.

"You'll really do, Matt? You mean it?"

"Yes."

"But what about the money?"

I grinned. "We'll make do." I must have made a mistake then, for she hesitated, those beautiful eyes boring through me. I faltered and looked down at my plate. I took a big bite.

"Something's not right," she said slowly. "You're giving in too easily. One switching and you'll change your mind?"

My grin must have said it all. I can't hold in a surprise for long. I blushed, looking away.

Her mouth fell open. "You got the promotion. I don't believe it, you got it!"

She was standing, towering over me. I couldn't tell if she was angry or happy. She seemed to be crying and smiling at the same time.

"I'm the Vice President of Marketing," I said softly, like I couldn't believe it myself. "I move into my new office on Monday."

"Oh my God!"

"My salary's almost double, Paige. Almost double! I've done the math and even setting aside a big chunk toward the down payment, we should be debt-free by the end of the year. Debt-free!"

Paige was crying, falling into my lap and kissing me all over my face.

"There's more. I get a company car so we can sell the truck. We'll put the money toward the house. Plus, Jack told me to expect a substantial bonus at Christmas. At least five grand."

"Oh Matt, I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"

"It's true, honey, it's true."

"We really can have a baby?" Heavy sobs came from Paige's body as I hugged her tightly. She was weeping as though someone had just run over her favorite puppy, but I knew these were tears of happiness. She'd waited so long.

"We'll stay here as long as we can, six months if possible," I said. "That will give us time to pay off our debts and find a house. We should be able to move in early next year. That will give us a few months to get settled and ready before the baby comes."

"Oh Matt, I love you soooo much!"

We began kissing, rubbing, and dinner was forgotten. Somehow we ended up the floor in the living room, fucking like rabbits. Our clothes were strewn everywhere and we were naked, making frantic passionate love. The usually docile Paige was an animal, throwing herself on me with a vigor that astonished me. I almost felt like I was being raped.

I squeezed her round ass cheeks and pumped into her with teenage eagerness. I'd already come once, but was ready for my second. Within a few minutes, Paige gleefully pressing her naked breasts against my chest, I was spurting. Our pitched cries of orgasm were simultaneous, our sighing as one.

We lay, embraced, for a long time. Occasionally Paige would kiss me tenderly. I was too spent to respond. I had my hand on her ass, so I squeezed her gently. Then I began to rub. Her butt was firm and smooth, so sexy. While I loved everything about my wife, I must admit, it was her ass that first attracted me. It was fuller now, perhaps less firm. But I didn't care. Because that ass was mine, all mine.

"May I spank you?" I whispered.

Eyes shining with happiness, Paige nodded. "Do it as hard as you want. I don't care. Spank me all night!"

Vigor flooded through me. I was growing erect again, amazing after so short a time. I slid Paige across my lap, my stiff cock pressed against her bare belly, making her giggle. My right palm cupped her ass and rubbed. I could hardly wait.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Oh, it was heaven. Paige squirmed beneath me, her movements incredibly stimulating. Her butt was solid enough to make my fingers tingle, but the sleek flesh quivered and danced like Jello. I spanked her harder and harder, slapping her ass with all my strength. She moaned and writhed, but didn't say a word in protest.

Finally it was too much. The redness of her bottom turned me on so badly I couldn't wait any longer. I rolled her own and slipped inside. She gasped, then spread her legs wider to make my entrance easier.

"Oh Matt!"

I pumped and pumped, soon exploding. She lay there panting, sighing with pleasure.

"Was that good?" I asked. I lay on top of her trying to catch my breath.

She laughed, the grin on her face huge. "Do you even have to ask such a silly question?"

"How was the spanking?"

"You know, I think I actually enjoyed it! It hurt, but I wasn't afraid. Usually I'm too frightened of the pain the feel any pleasure. All I can think about is how it hurting and I want it to stop."

"But this time was different?"

"Yes. This time I didn't care how much it hurt so I wasn't afraid. I am so happy! A baby! We're going to parents. I'm going to be a mom."

I kissed her, long and passionately.

"You can switch me if you want."

I stared, astonished. "You mean it?"

Her head nodded happily.

"Six strokes?"

"More even. I don't care. For you, for this gift, I'll suffer whatever you want."

Tears trickled in my eyes and dripped onto Paige's face. I began to weep like a baby. I couldn't help myself. I embraced her, my lips near her ear. "Six will be plenty," I said.

I did get to whip her. Not that night. We were too emotionally exhausted for anything more. We left the dinner uneaten and retired early. It was a while before we slept, and when we awoke during the night, we made love. Three times, I think. We slept in late on Saturday.

That evening I took Paige out for Italian, her favorite. We went to the best place in town. With the wine the dinner cost nearly a hundred bucks and it was worth every penny. Paige told me she enjoyed the meal immensely, but she was nervous. She was nervous because she knew that when we returned home that she'd be in for a spanking and switching. She knew that because before we left home I made her cut the switch herself! It was lying on our bed, waiting for her return.

I caressed her hair, stared into her beautiful eyes, and kissed her numerous times that night. I'd never been so much in love. She had never looked so beautiful. She was luminous, glowing like she was with child already.

With a shock I realized how different she was. A freedom coursed through her body. She laughed more, and couldn't stop smiling. She was mischievous with me, fondling my stiff member under the table at dinner. She behaved like an exciting girl with her lover. I half expected her to go down on me right there in the restaurant!

I hadn't seen that side of her in years. As we got into the car, I was somber as I realized what my reluctance had cost her. Supposedly it had been a mutual decision, but I knew that she had submitted her will to mine. For years she had kept quiet, bringing up the topic only occasionally, to see if my mind had changed.

"Forgive me, dear," I moaned as hot tears flooded in my eyes.

"For what?" she said, then I saw that she knew. She smiled and hugged me, leaning her head against my chest. "There's nothing to forgive, nothing. You were right. It wasn't time. But now it is, and I'm so very happy."

I shook my head sadly. "I should have given you this gift long ago. You've waited so patiently. You deserve it. You've made me so happy."

"No, the waiting was good. We needed time to be together. We needed us. Looking back, I'm glad we waited. I wasn't ready. I thought I was but I wasn't."

"I love you."

"I love you."

We sat in the car in each other's arms for a long time, just enjoying being together. Finally I started the engine.

"Are you ready to be spanked and switched?"

Paige smiled and sighed. "Yes master." Then she giggled and leaned against me. Her hand went to my crotch which was stiff with desire. "Oh dear. I guess somebody wants to see my bare bottom red and hot and covered with horrible welts!"

There was something hard in my throat. I choked it out. "You don't have to, you know."

"I know." She stared at me with those piercing blue eyes that spoke of intelligence and love. "But I want to."

The End

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