Katie’s Red Wagon

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Katie’s Red WagonThe moment Katie Bingham opened her purse to pay for lunch,she knew she was in big trouble. The problem stemmed from thefact that this was not the purse she normally used, it wassort of a spare. Unfortunately, the last time she’d worn it,she put some important papers inside and then forgot allabout them.”Great!” Katie sighed.Her workmates, Rachel and Liz, looked up from their desserts.”What is it?” Rachel asked.”I’m totally busted.””Relax,” Liz chimed in. “If you forgot your wallet, we cancover the check.””Thanks,” Katie said, giving her friend’s hand a pat.”But that’s not it. I just realized I forgot to send in ourcar insurance payment.””Uh-oh! Bill’s not gonna like that!” Rachel chided, waving herfork as she spoke.”I know. I’m going give him a call and get it over with.”Katie reached into her purse and took out her cell phone.She pushed a few buttons then put the receiver to her ear.”Bill Bingham.” her husband answered.”Hi, it’s me. Listen… I’m in kind of a fix.””Are you okay?””Yes, I’m fine. I just… well, you know how I was supposed tomail that insurance payment?”Bill waited a moment before speaking.”You mean for the cars?””Yep.” Katie squeaked, scrunching up her face.”That was nearly a month ago!””You hate me, right?””Seriously, Katie! That means we’ve been driving around withoutinsurance for weeks now! All you had to do was write out a checkand mail it in!””I know. I’m sorry. I just-“”No… it`s okay. I’m at my computer right now. I’ll go to thecompany website and if the grace period hasn’t already passedI’ll make a payment online.””Thanks, baby.””No problem. But you know, I’m going to paint your wagon brightred when you get home.”Katie paused for a moment and then laughed as if she understoodBill’s little joke.”I get it! Okay, I`ll see you then. Bye.”Katie turned the phone off and carefully tucked it back intoher purse.”Is he pissed off?” Rachel asked.”Not really. You know Bill, he’s a big teddy bear. He did saysomething kind of strange, though.””Strange?” Liz inquired.”Yeah. He said he was going to paint my red wagon or somethinglike that.”The two other women looked at each other and then burstinto laughter.”What?” Katie said, wanting to be in on the joke.Liz simply waved the question off, but Rachel was quickto respond.”Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, girlfriend,”she said with a smirk. “But you’re in for a spanking.”As the women walked the four blocks back to their office,Katie lagged a few steps behind her friends until sheeventually slowed to a halt.”You’re just k**ding about that red wagon stuff, right?”Liz and Rachel stopped and turned around.”Of course! She’s just k**ding.” Liz replied calmly.”Like hell!” Rachel said. “Whenever my mother told me she wasgonna paint my wagon, I got my bottom tanned real good! And ifmy daddy said it, I’d be doin’ the strap dance in no time!””The what?” Katie asked.”Okay, cut it out now!” Liz told Rachel.”What?! It’s that little dance you do while you’re bawling youreyes out after a butt whippin’.”Rachel then demonstrated by hopping from foot to foot andrubbing her rear end as she pretended to cry.”You are so ridiculous!” Liz giggled as she looked around to seeif anyone was watching.The next few hours found Katie at her desk trying to concentrateon her work. But Bill and Rachel’s words kept echoing in herhead and now she was starting to remember her husband referringto her bottom as a “little wagon” on several occasions.”Get your little wagon in here!” he’d said, folding back thesheets and covers at bedtime. Quite often, Bill had stood behindher in the kitchen, admiring her fanny. “You have the cutestlittle wagon.” he’d say.It wasn’t little, actually. muğla escort By magazine standards, Katie’s rumpwas oversized. In reality, however, it was simply full, roundand womanly.And now her husband was going to paint it bright red.Recollections of spankings she’d received while growing upplayed like old movies in her mind and though she never feltpermanently scarred by these experiences, they were notfond memories. Katie shifted around in her chair as ifthe seat was growing hotter with every thought of a handor hairbrush smacking her tender bare bottom.At five o’clock, Katie attempted to make a quick exit fromthe office in the hope of avoiding Rachel.”Off to the woodshed, huh?” Her friend called out from thecopying machine.Katie displayed her best fake smile and gave Rachel adismissive wave as she headed out the door.The traffic she encountered on her drive home may have beenslow, but Katie’s mind was racing.She stared at the rear end of the station wagon directly infront of her and couldn’t help but notice the color.”Bright red.” she whispered.The fact that Bill had used these words worried her, becausehe wasn’t a half-way kind of guy. If he started in on a project,he kept at it until it was finished. When they played cardsor a board game, he played to win. So it naturally followedthat, if the man she loved was going to spank her, it wasbound to be a bona fide bottom-scorcher. It wouldn’t be justsome playful display of ass smacking, but a full-fledgedover-the-knee extravaganza with real swats, authentic tears,and no small amount of true humiliation.Katie’s buttocks clenched as she imagined her husband standingin the doorway of a woodshed, paddle in hand, motioning for herto enter.She made a grab for her cell and speed-dialed his number.”Hey there.” Bill answered.”Hi. So, what are you doing?””Nothing. Just sitting here at home, waiting for you.””Well, I’m on the way.””Good.””Um… listen,” Katie started, her mouth going dry as she spoke.”Am I really in trouble here?”Bill waited a moment before answering.”What do you think?” he said.Katie swallowed hard.”Oh… okay. I’ll see you soon.””Love you.””Love you, too.” Katie managed to say before turning offthe phone.Katie was finally resigned to the fact that she was in for thespanking of a lifetime, because nothing Bill said meant “yes”more than the words: “What do you think?”. From the first timeshe’d asked if he wanted to fool around to that morning when shesaw his sleepy face at the breakfast table and asked if hewanted coffee, “What do you think?” always translated into:”Do you even have to ask?”By the time she pulled into the driveway, Katie’s mind wasswirling around like an ice cube in a delicious cocktailmade from equal parts of raw anxiety and a****l lust with justa drop of dread.She opened the front door to find Bill standing in thefront hallway.”Do remember that spanking fantasy you had-” he asked.”The one you talked about when we saw that old movie?”Katie had to think back, but it didn’t take long.Once, while they were cuddling on the couch after watching ablack and white classic on television, she’d told Bill how muchshe liked it when the handsome leading man threatened to takethe spoiled heroine over his knee. She went on to confess thatshe’d often daydreamed about a strong man pulling her acrosshis lap and spanking her like a misbehaving c***d. When Billasked if she wanted him to spank her right then and there,she declined explaining that only under the right circumstances,when she really had it coming, could she accept that sortof treatment.”Oh, yeah.” Katie said, her knees going week at the thoughtof her husband recalling such a brief, intimate escort muğla moment.One of the many qualities that endeared Bill to Katie was theway he remembered everything about her. If she mentioned afondness for a certain kind of wine or food, that’s what she’dsoon find on their dinner table. Bill remembered every spot onher body she liked massaged and every place not to tickle her.He’d even developed a knack for renting the videos she’d mostlikely enjoy. And when it came to sex, he always knew whichbuttons to push, especially the ones nobody had ever touched.”Well, I think it’s time you got that spanking.” Bill said,folding his arms across his chest. “What do you think?”Katie’s eyes darted down to his shoes. She then glanced upto Bill’s face again. He didn’t look very angry. In fact,even though his expression was quite stern, a subtle smileseemed to be forming at the corner of his lips and his eyesgreeted her warmly.”Yes, Sir.” Katie heard herself say as she placed her purse onthe small table next to the front door. She caught a glimpse ofherself in the hall mirror and seeing the blush that had comeover her face sent an electric chill throughout her entire body.Bill pointed into the next room.”In there, young lady.” he commanded.Katie took a deep breath and somehow managed to put her feetinto motion. She stepped hesitantly in front of her husband,half expecting a sharp swat to her backside as she passed.Instead, she quietly entered the living area to find thatBill had placed one of the armless chairs from the dinner tablein the center of the room. She felt a sudden jolt. It was Billtaking her by the wrist and pulling her to the chair.Placing Katie to one side, he seated himself and looked up athis breathless spouse.”You need to have your little wagon painted bright red!”Bill stated. “And I’m just the guy to do it for you!”With that, he hooked his right arm around Katie’s waist andhauled her unceremoniously across his lap.Katie was shocked, not just by the swift forcefulness Billdisplayed in taking her over his knee, but by the fact thathe’d used, word for word, the exact dialogue spoken by theleading man in the old movie they’d watched. Before she couldponder whether he’d gone out and rented the film in order toreenact the scene, she felt the first of many stinging swatsto her upturned fanny.The slaps fell hard and fast onto the seat of Katie’s modestsilk skirt. She gasped at the severity of one particular smackthat caught her off guard just as she’d placed her hands onthe floor in an attempted to make her position less precarious.This thundering whack was quickly followed by another andanother, each a bit harder than the last. Soon Bill wasadministering the kind of walloping his wife had bothcringed at and craved.Katie hissed and yelped with every smack to her tender,quivering buns. Her eyes filled with tears. Her round, swellingbuttocks burned as if she were sitting in a bowl of hot water.Her face burned as well and the tears that trickled down herblushing cheeks did nothing to wash away the shame.Katie wasn’t prepared for the feelings she was having.Being spanked so soundly was painful of course, but it was theembarrassment of the situation that seemed almost impossibleto withstand. Bill had yet to bare her bottom or use animplement on her and she was already crying, already squirmingand beginning to kick. The humiliation was overwhelming andyet it was this very factor she seemed to hunger for morethan anything. It was like a tonic, frightfully bitter tothe taste yet healing in effect.Bill’s firm hand continued to deliver heated kisses to hiswife’s reddening fanny, driving her deeper into the worldof salty muğla escort bayan tears, sizzling flesh and an intoxicating senseof complete disgrace.Soon after Katie had fallen limp over his lap and her crieshad become pitiable blubbering, Bill decided to bring thespanking to a close. He stopped swatting and instead applieda firm yet soothing massage to her raw, red, aching ass untilshe was done sobbing.”Okay, now stand up.” he said, giving Katie a pinch to grow on.Katie pushed herself from Bill’s lap and reached back to grabtwo handfuls of that wonderful burning sting in her throbbingass cheeks. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it untilit slid down her arms and fell to the floor. Her bra, shoesand skirt were next.Bill stood as he watched his love push her panties down pasther knees.”What are you doing?” Bill asked. “Nobody goes bare ass in oneof those old movies!”Katie kicked her undies off toward the couch, took herhusband’s face in her hands and planted a long, smolderingkiss on his lips.”We’re not in a movie, sweetheart.” she panted. “I want thefull treatment.”Having said this, she pushed Bill back into the chair andthrew a few locks of hair over her shoulder before layingacross his lap once again.”Are you sure?” Bill asked.”What do you think?” Katie replied, wiggling her bare, pinkbottom as she spoke.Bill lifted his hand and began spanking his wife just as beforeand yet this was a completely different experience for Katie.Now that she’d been warmed up and the initial shock haddissipated, she could enjoy it all on an entirely new level.Her husband was swatting away with every ounce of strengthhe’d used earlier and now that she was naked, the smacks stungthat much more, but Katie was loving it. With anxiety removedfrom the equation and shame no longer an obstacle to herpleasure, she not only welcomed the blistering heat ofevery swat, but eagerly lifted her bottom for more.Mrs. Bingham had had acquired a taste for this medicineand was quite willing to beg for another spoonful.A few tears still escaped her eyes, but Katie was no longercrying out but grunting and moaning as she pressed and rubbedherself against her husband’s leg. Bill gave both of Katie’sthighs firm squeezes between powerful spanks and soon his handwas venturing upward to tease her glistening sex with thetips of his fingers. Katie was delirious with the rush ofdiffering sensations. She found herself squealing, thengroaning, then giggling as her hubby alternated betweenslapping her ass and tickling her pussy. Before long, the swatswere arriving a good fifteen seconds apart, each slightly weakerthan the one before, with a good deal of finger play in between.Without warning, Bill stopped everything and pulled Katie fromhis lap as he stood up.”I’m not done yet! You’ve got something else coming to you!”Taking her ear between his thumb and index finger, he leadKatie to the corner of the room near the bookcase. “This isa good place for a bad girl to take a time out.”Katie looked at Bill in disbelief and then bowed her head.”Yes, Sir.” she sighed, heading into the corner.Then Bill stepped forward, blocking her path.”You are not bad, however. Not by a long shot.” He liftedKatie’s chin so that they were looking directly into eachother’s eyes. “You’re just a little forgetful sometimes.That’s no so bad now, is it?””No, Sir.” Katie answered, barely able to breath.Their lips met and they kissed with complete abandon.Eventually, Bill managed to push himself away for a moment.”Now ditch that `Sir’ business and march yourself into thatbedroom, young lady! Like I said- you’ve got something elsecoming to you!”Katie did as she was told.”Am I about to get bent over again?” she asked knowinglyas she entered the darkened bedroom.Before the question had completely left her lips, Katie heardthe distinct sound of a zipper being lowered followed by fourvery familiar words:”What do you think?”THE END

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