please don’t.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but you brought this one on yourself. Like I said, we’re almost done, but there’s still some unpleasantness to be dealt with.”
Now that she wasn’t being held captive over his lap her flight instinct was kicking in hard. She briefly thought of making a run for it, but even as she envisioned it she knew it wouldn’t work. He’d catch her before she made it down the hall, or he simply wouldn’t bother, leaving Jarrod to haul her back. And either way her mouth would still end up soapy and bitter, and she just might earn herself another trip over his lap. She couldn’t afford that, so as much as it pained her, she walked toward him and opened her mouth.
“Good choice,” he praised her, giving her a loving pat on the rear.
She winced and uttered a small cry that made her husband grin ruefully.
“Sorry, babe. I was trying to be gentle.”
He had been, but the touch of a feather would make her cry out just now.
“Are you ready?”
She didn’t think she ever would be, but she nodded just the same and watched with horror as he turned the knob of the sink and began to get the bar wet. The knots in her stomach began to churn in earnest and were balls of angst as he began to push it into her mouth.
Kaitlyn wasn’t new to having her mouth washed out with soap, but that certainly didn’t make her a fan. She was especially unhappy about it tonight considering she’d just had pepper sauce in her mouth a few minutes ago. Her tongue had gone from burning to tasting bitter and soapy in a matter of seconds. The first time, maybe even the second that Sean had done this she’d fought tooth and nail. She’d clamped her mouth down and refused to cooperate, or batted the bar out of his hand, then when he’d finally managed to get it in her mouth she’d spit it on the floor. But she’d learned that such measures were futile and pointless and wouldn’t save her from getting the punishment her husband intended to give.
Which was why as much as she detested it she took the bar of soap, opening her mouth as wide as she could to the awful, acrid taste. Sean pushed the bar back and forth a few times before he removed it and placed it carefully on the sink.
“Ack!” she couldn’t help saying.
“I know it must not taste very good.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder and a smile that came close to being sympathetic. “Come on.”
She followed behind him with her head down. She was beyond emotionally drained. She’d been punished to the point where she didn’t think she could take anymore.
“Have a seat.”
Kaitlyn made a move to sit on the couch, but Sean stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No, honey. Go to your punishment chair in the corner.”
Her eyes filled with brand-new tears at the order, but she did it without a word of protest. There was a wooden chair sitting in the corner, facing the wall. It was made of wood that had not been sanded very well and still showed traces of the original bark in the seat. Sean had had an entire set of them when they first married—bachelor pad décor if she’d ever seen it. She’d demanded that he get rid of them and he’d reluctantly agreed to, save one. This, he’d told her, would serve as a reminder for her whenever she had a spanked bottom. At the time, she’d rolled her eyes, thinking he was ridiculous. She was sure it would collect dust over the years and that she’d be able to convince him to trash it.
It turned out that her hopes were unfounded. The damn thing never went too long without use. Jarrod had even used it once or twice while Sean had been away. She hated the thing on sight. She knew the rough wood would bite into her tender skin, making it impossible to get comfortable and difficult to think of anything but her spanked ass. Still, she sat, wincing as she did so. She shifted every few seconds, wondering how long Sean would make her stay there.
She could hear him and Jarrod talking. Though she
“I’m sorry, honey, but you brought this one on yourself. Like I said, we’re almost done, but there’s still some unpleasantness to be dealt with.”
Now that she wasn’t being held captive over his lap her flight instinct was kicking in hard. She briefly thought of making a run for it, but even as she envisioned it she knew it wouldn’t work. He’d catch her before she made it down the hall, or he simply wouldn’t bother, leaving Jarrod to haul her back. And either way her mouth would still end up soapy and bitter, and she just might earn herself another trip over his lap. She couldn’t afford that, so as much as it pained her, she walked toward him and opened her mouth.
“Good choice,” he praised her, giving her a loving pat on the rear.
She winced and uttered a small cry that made her husband grin ruefully.
“Sorry, babe. I was trying to be gentle.”
He had been, but the touch of a feather would make her cry out just now.
“Are you ready?”
She didn’t think she ever would be, but she nodded just the same and watched with horror as he turned the knob of the sink and began to get the bar wet. The knots in her stomach began to churn in earnest and were balls of angst as he began to push it into her mouth.
Kaitlyn wasn’t new to having her mouth washed out with soap, but that certainly didn’t make her a fan. She was especially unhappy about it tonight considering she’d just had pepper sauce in her mouth a few minutes ago. Her tongue had gone from burning to tasting bitter and soapy in a matter of seconds. The first time, maybe even the second that Sean had done this she’d fought tooth and nail. She’d clamped her mouth down and refused to cooperate, or batted the bar out of his hand, then when he’d finally managed to get it in her mouth she’d spit it on the floor. But she’d learned that such measures were futile and pointless and wouldn’t save her from getting the punishment her husband intended to give.
Which was why as much as she detested it she took the bar of soap, opening her mouth as wide as she could to the awful, acrid taste. Sean pushed the bar back and forth a few times before he removed it and placed it carefully on the sink.
“Ack!” she couldn’t help saying.
“I know it must not taste very good.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder and a smile that came close to being sympathetic. “Come on.”
She followed behind him with her head down. She was beyond emotionally drained. She’d been punished to the point where she didn’t think she could take anymore.
“Have a seat.”
Kaitlyn made a move to sit on the couch, but Sean stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No, honey. Go to your punishment chair in the corner.”
Her eyes filled with brand-new tears at the order, but she did it without a word of protest. There was a wooden chair sitting in the corner, facing the wall. It was made of wood that had not been sanded very well and still showed traces of the original bark in the seat. Sean had had an entire set of them when they first married—bachelor pad décor if she’d ever seen it. She’d demanded that he get rid of them and he’d reluctantly agreed to, save one. This, he’d told her, would serve as a reminder for her whenever she had a spanked bottom. At the time, she’d rolled her eyes, thinking he was ridiculous. She was sure it would collect dust over the years and that she’d be able to convince him to trash it.
It turned out that her hopes were unfounded. The damn thing never went too long without use. Jarrod had even used it once or twice while Sean had been away. She hated the thing on sight. She knew the rough wood would bite into her tender skin, making it impossible to get comfortable and difficult to think of anything but her spanked ass. Still, she sat, wincing as she did so. She shifted every few seconds, wondering how long Sean would make her stay there.
She could hear him and Jarrod talking. Though she
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