She is My Sister by Joannie Kay Page B

rattle,
announcing Eric’s presence.   Jenna
felt her buttocks clinch in anticipation of the pain they would endure in the
next little while.   Spankings were
never pleasant, but they did serve to make things right in their marriage, and
she always felt safe, cherished, and loved afterwards, even though her bottom
would be stinging like crazy.
    “Have you thought about the possible ramifications of
matchmaking, wife?” Eric asked, his voice deep with disapproval.
    “I’d rather be hopeful, Eric.”   Jenna just couldn’t think of the
negatives.   “I know I disobeyed you,
but I love Stacy enough to risk your displeasure.   I want her to have the happiness we
have.”
    “I want that for Stacy, too, Jenna, but it isn’t your place
to play the matchmaker.   It is a
form of manipulation that I will not tolerate.   You’ll have a clearer appreciation of my
feelings on the subject by the time you’ve spent the next hour over my knee
getting your backside blistered.”
    “Hour?” Jenna screeched, shocked.
    “You deliberately disobeyed me, Jenna Davidson.   That
warrants a seriously long session over my knee.   You will not enjoy this spanking.”   He took her by the arm and marched her
directly over to their bed.
    Jenna tried to pull away as Eric sat down, but he gave one
little tug, and she fell over his lap.   His left arm wrapped around her middle, effectively pinning her right
where he wanted her.   Eric pushed up
her nightgown and Jenna felt vulnerable as could be.   The spanking started then, and Eric was
not gentle.   The spanks were hard,
and he was not giving her any sort of a warm up, which proved he was really
upset with her.   Jenna had the
redhead’s typical delicate skin, and the pain was terrible.   “ Owwwww !   Not so hard, honey!   Please!   It hurts too much!” she insisted.
    “It is supposed to hurt.   Deliberate disobedience hurts our
marriage,” he scolded, making sure he reddened her sit spots next.
    “Ouch!   OUCH !   No!!!!   No!!!!”   She tried to fight her way off his
lap.   When that didn’t work, she
tried to wiggled her bottom out of his hand’s way, but
Eric seemed to know exactly which way she would twist, and his hand found its
target each and every time.   He even
spanked her sit spots, and the tears she shed were very real.   “You are hurting me, Eric!”   She hoped she could guilt him into
sparing her.
    “You hurt our marriage,” he answered.   “This spanking has lasted less than five
minutes so far; if Stacy and Edmund have a bad breakup, their hurt will last
much longer than five minutes.   You
are going to accept the consequences of ignoring my wishes about
matchmaking.”   The spanking resumed,
and this time it was very deliberate.   He gave her five spanks on one cheek, then five on the other cheek; five
on one thigh, five on the opposite thigh; ten on one sit spot, ten on the other
sit spot.   The spanking continued
with Eric ignoring her pleas for him to stop.   When he stopped again, it was to tell
her that twenty minutes total had passed.  
    “I can’t take any more spanking, Eric!” Jenna insisted.   “I am already going to be black and
blue.   Please stop!   I promise I will never do any
matchmaking again!”
    “That is good to hear, but your punishment is not over.   You may go and stand in the corner and
come up with another punishment that you feel will discourage you the next time
you are thinking of setting up two people.”
    “I don’t want another punishment, honey!” Jenna tearfully
looked at him, her blue eyes imploring him to hear her.
    “Do you want me to take off my belt and give you the rest of
the hour over a pillow on the bed getting your rump roasted with leather?”   Eric hoped to impress upon her that he
was serious.   Jenna was either going
to come up with another punishment or face a strapping that wouldn’t stop for a
good long while.
    “No, I don’t want a strapping, honey!” she