Sometimes you foolishly start to have a argument with your wife. Annoying her, you clearly state: well, there are two opinions, and we should discuss this.

You obviously went too far, and now your comeuppance. Take your clothes off and wait in the corner while I change out of my work clothes, and then the discussion will begin

I awake when I hear Miranda come in from her evening shift at the hospital.  I've been asleep for a couple of hours and am extremely groggy, so I just close my eyes and wait for her to get to bed.  After a while Deanna quietly undresses and climbs into bed with me.  I stir, and reach over to where she is, snuggling close to her.  She turns on her side and takes me in her arms.  Her skin’s refreshingly cool, which always feels pleasant.  I touch her upper back on her right side very lightly, knowing about her erogenous zone there.  After a few moments I hear her breathing deepen.

"How many did you come up with?" I ask, meaning reasons for me to be disciplined.

"Just two," she whispers, “but they’re both severe."

"Mm-hmmm," I respond, gliding my hand over her breasts.  "What will they be like?"  I continue to tickle-touch her neck, breasts, and abdomen.  She’s on her back now.

"I’ll use the tawse on the first one.  I bet you’ll carry on a lot toward the end - much like last time!"

"You bitch," I mock-scold her as I tweak her hardening nipple.  "I bet you’ll be creaming in your panties the whole time, won't you?"

"Oh, Jason," Randi moans with pleasure as I continue to play with her nipples.

"Are you going to do the forehand-backhand thing, then?" I query. This is when she stands directly behind me and delivers the strap with alternate forehand and backhand strokes.  It’s extremely painful because it makes contact with the very tender skin toward the sides of my buttocks, and also because she can deliver the strokes very rapidly.  I visualize her in the spare room, her ponytail swinging from side to side as she whips the strap forcefully back and forth...

"Not the whole time," she giggles.  "Just the last thirty or so.  It’s not a problem as long as you're tied so you can't move," she teases.

"Oh, you ARE a bitch." 

I move my hand down to her furry mound.  She’s lubricating very heavily and gasps when I stroke her labia with my fingers.  "And look at this," I continue.  "You're getting off on this aren't you, you nasty little cunt?"

"Oh Rick!" she responds.

"And look what you're doing to me," I tell her and guide her hand over to my erect member.  "You are SUCH a nasty girl, getting me all hard like this!"

Miranda wraps her hand around my erection and teasingly manipulates it.  “You need to be punished, hard, and you know it,” she reminds me.

"Do you have to paddle me as well?" I ask, my breathing becoming more rapid.

"Yes.  The paddle for the other one.  Oh, Jaycee, I get so hot when I get to give you strappings and paddlings!"

"You're all juicy and slippery down there, Randi.  You like the way I try to take it at first, don't you?" I ask, continuing to tease her melting labia. 

"You like it when I try to keep from crying out,” I whisper, pressed against her. "You love it when I beg you to stop, when I say 'No more, please stop!', and you just keep on, don't you? 

“You like punishing me after I say I can't take any more, don't you?!  You like it, you little bitch!"  I step up the tempo as my fingers stimulate her protruding clitoris, her juices copiously coming forth. She arches her back and wordlessly vocalizes her climax as her whole body trembles.

I kiss her warmly on the mouth and enter her.

"Oh God, Randi, I love the way you cum!" I exclaim as I brusquely pound her pussy with my thrusting.  "I love you and everything about you, Randi.  I love to say your name, Randi!  I love all the things you do to me!"

Her whole body moving back and forth with each thrust, Miranda looks directly into my eyes with an excited smile.  "Do you like it when I paddle you, Jaycee?  Do you like it when I take the leather strap to you and whip you till my arm is too tired to keep whipping you?  Do you like it when I whip you until you beg me to stop?  Jaycee, do you like that?"

"Yes! You fucking little bitch, I love it all!"

"Ohhh, Jason... Ohhh, Jason!" she moaned.

We thrash about as I spurt into her hot womanhood with total abandon. 

After a few minutes our breathing returns to normal.  I withdraw from her and her vagina makes a slurping sound.  She tenderly runs her fingers through my hair and, pretending to scold me, saying, "You've earned quite a few demerits tonight with all those names you called me, young man.  That's no way to talk to a lady.  We are going to deal with this tomorrow evening as well and I'm going to have to be quite strict with you."  Then she giggles.