A Strict Seduction by Maria Del Rey

softly, hardly daring to speak.
    â€˜Never you mind where he’s going,’ Alan scolded.
    I was in the kitchen in an instant, knowing exactly what to look for and where. I’d been their guest many times before and knew their house as well as I did my own. In seconds I had what I wanted and marched straight back into the front room.
    â€˜May I?’ I asked, pointing to the sofa.
    Alan stood up to make way for me. Maddy was panicking, trying to cover her breasts and her sex with her hands, which only made Alan and myself smile.
    â€˜Across your lap, or on the floor?’ Alan asked.
    â€˜My lap, I think.’
    She took one long beseeching look at Alan, but there was no mercy for her. I made way for her and she slipped over across my lap, the warmth of her body and the scent of her enveloping me immediately. My hardness pressed against her side, but I made no move to hide that. Her bottom was pink and soft, her buttocks slightly parted so I could glimpse the swell of her pussy lips.
    I raised my hand and then brought it down hard. She squealed, her cry filling the room, a few decibels louder than anything Alan had elicited from her. I looked down and saw the fresh, red imprint of the wooden spoon across her right buttock. I touched it with my fingers, pressing hard against the redness, feeling the contours of the raised flesh. Alan peered across and nodded appreciatively.
    Maddy seemed to be having hysterics, but I didn’t let that interfere at all. The spoon smashed down hard again and again, the sharp slaps of wood on her firm flesh a delightful sound to my ears. I patterned her body with red marks, each as sharp and well defined as the last, across her buttocks, at the top of her legs, between her thighs. She squirmed and struggled, and I was in torment as my hardness pressed her soft body.
    She cried out once, louder and more intense, and I realised that the pain had become pleasure for her. Her sex was moist, and I saw the sinuous way she moved and offered herself to the strict punishment I was giving her.
    â€˜Well?’ I asked, a note of triumph in my voice.
    â€˜I see what you mean,’ Alan replied thoughtfully.
    â€˜Stand in the corner,’ I told her dismissively. Meekly she did as she was told, easing herself off my lap and limping to the corner. She understood what I was after, and turned her back to us so we could admire her punished backside from a distance.
    Alan passed me my drink, and we stood in silence contemplating his wife’s chastised body.
    â€˜Do you use a strap?’ I asked, enjoying the warmth of the drink.
    He nodded. ‘Occasionally, though I prefer to use my hand. I’ve thought about getting a cane sometimes, like those old fashioned ones you see in documentaries about Victorian times. What do you think?’
    â€˜You have to be careful with a cane,’ I explained, ‘but if used properly they’re an excellent instrument of correction.’
    He laughed. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘if I’d known you were such an expert I’d have called you in sooner.’
    â€˜She’s slacking over there,’ I pointed out. Maddy was no longer standing as straight as she had been, and she was touching herself surreptitiously, tracing the marks on her backside with her fingers.
    â€˜You’ll stay the night?’ Alan asked me quietly.
    I gestured with my empty glass. ‘I can hardly drive after what we’ve had in the restaurant and this.’
    â€˜Good, the spare room’s all made up for you. Now to put things right.’
    I gave him the wooden spoon and watched him cross the room. Maddy was taken by surprise when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the armchair.
    â€˜Sometimes you just don’t learn,’ he snapped. He pushed her over the padded arm of the chair, pushing her legs apart with his foot. She was bent over, her beautiful breasts hanging free, the ripe nipples exposed completely.