Travis & Coralee: A Young Wife's Lessons Yellowstone Spanking Erotica

Punishment

He was sitting on the bed, removing his boots, when Coralee came and stood in front of him, her eyes downcast.

He cocked an eyebrow, "What do you want?" he asked, though he had an idea.

"I want you to spank me," she said, not meeting his glance but looking down at her feet.

She had refused him earlier, now she was asking him to do it. Well, well, Mrs. Wheatley, he thought, what do we have here? I'm going to play this for all it's worth, and I plan on having you bare-bottomed over my knee.

"Well, I thought you told me you'd leave me if I even thought about it. What makes you think I should, hmm?" His loins were starting to ache, he wanted to grab her and throw her over his knee, but he intended to stretch this out.

She hung her head, her blond hair hiding her face. "You're angry at me, you haven't even had sex with me. I know haven't been behaving, I've argued with you when I should have been listening to you. And you're right, I-I've flirted with the wranglers though I didn't intend to do it."

"Look at me," he said, she was hesitant, "I said look at me Coralee."

She looked at him with her sorrowful blue eyes. He almost felt sorry for her, he had earlier decided that he wouldn't punish her, but he realized that the only way she could relieve her guilt would be to submit to him.

"If I agree to punish you, you won't have anything to say about it. If it becomes too painful you will have to endure it, and it will be painful. Elena says you have been rude to her, even with your behavior lately which is unforgivable. She goes out of her way to help you and there is no reason for you to be rude and insolent. She's worked for me for a long time and deserves better from you. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes," she said, she did not want to look into his bright blue eyes, it was like he was staring into her soul. She would give anything to take it back now, to not agree to being punished, but it was too late to go back. It was the only way she could see of doing penance, to let him know how badly she regretted her behavior.

"I want you to take a bath and wash your hair, then you will wait for me. You can put on a robe, but nothing else. You will sit on the edge of the bed and stay there until I return. I want you to think about what you've done." He wanted to kiss her but did not, he wanted her to feel the full weight of her behavior and what was facing her.

She watched him leave and shut the door. She poured a bath in the huge bathtub, adding rose-scented bubble bath. She sank into the scented waters, then washed her hair, watching as the strands floated on the surface of the water. Normally he would share the bath with her, but now she was dreading him coming through the door.

She got out of the tub dried herself and got her hair as dry as she could. She had planned on cutting some inches off, but now she would do nothing until he gave her permission.

She stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn't gained too much weight since their wedding. She was still the younger bride who had married a man sixteen years older than her. Travis was not exactly handsome, but he was attractive, and she thought him sexy. He had a body better than men much younger than him. He didn't spend so much time in the gym as he used to, but she loved to stroke his sculpted pecks and shoulders. His hair was thick and showed no signs of thinning. If she decided to leave him, he would not remain single for long except by his choice.

She drew on her pale blue, silky robe, then sat on the edge of the bed as he had instructed. She did not know when he would come back, but she knew that if told her to sit on the edge of the bed that is what she had better do.

Night fell and the room darkened but she continued to sit, getting up once to pee but returning to her spot. She watched the sunset through the picture window, the colors slowly deepening. Hurry up, Travis, she thought, I can't wait for this much longer.

At last, he returned, looking at her to see if she had done as he instructed. He turned on a bedside lamp that provided a little light then turned to her and removed his belt.

"This is intended to make a lasting impression. You will have marks and perhaps bruises, but they will fade, but hopefully not the memory of how you got them. Now, I want you to stand up and remove your robe, then come and stand by me. Do you understand?"

She nodded, and let the robe slip off her shoulders. She stood next to him, waiting to see what he was going to do, trembling.

He took her hand and jerked her over his knees. He took hold of her wrists and held them firmly against her back.

She could not see him raise the belt, but she heard it whistle through the air and the resounding thwack as it struck her buttocks.

She raised up and screamed but he pushed her firmly down. It took three strokes of the belt for her to start crying. She heard him say, "Don't scream or you'll get worse," and continued.

Maybe she should have counted? The belt was landing all over her bottom and thighs, and the pain was unbearable. She was sobbing and didn't attempt to hold back as he landed stroke after stroke of the belt on her poor bottom.

The pain was bad, and her buttocks were throbbing, so she didn't notice at first when he had stopped. He sat there, holding her over his knees as he began to trace her buttocks with his finger, lingering briefly over the star-like opening between.

"I don't want to have to do this again," he told her, "I don't like punishing you but if it is the only way I can get through to you that is what I am going to do." She felt him slip his hand between her thighs, checking to see if she was moist.

"I love you, little wife," he told her, "Even if I'm angry with you I still love you. We just have one last thing to do," he laid her over the bed and stood up, "I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable, but that's the price you pay."

She heard him unfasten his jeans and push them down. She didn't want him to do this, not now, her bottom hurt too badly, but she knew she must submit.

In a way she was glad, she had expunged her guilt and felt worthy of him again. There was a certain comfort in what had happened. Before the pain had gotten too bad she felt kind of, well, sexy. There had been something sexy about lying over his knees.