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Home After Girl's Night Out

by Bobble17

Home After Girl's Night Out

Caroline gets home late and has to accept the consequences.
“Do you know what time it is?” Jason asked as I shut the door.

I jumped about a foot in the air. I hadn't expected him to be sitting there in the dark, not at three o'clock in the morning, he was supposed to be in bed asleep.

“I'm a bit late,” I said.

“More than a bit,” he said.

“I'm sorry,” I said. “I lost track of time.”

“What time is girl's night out over?” he asked.

“One,” I said. It was two hours later than that now, but we had been having so much fun I hadn't noticed how late it was getting to be. My friends, Jenna, Marie and Dorthy had been having girl's night out on Fridays for a long time, and while I hadn't always been in on time I had never forgotten to call before.

“I was worried,” he said.

“I'm really sorry,” I said.

“When were you supposed to call if you were going to be late?” he asked.

“As soon as I know I'm going to be late,” I said. I hadn't realized I was going to be late until about fifteen minutes before I sneaked in the door though. We had hurried home just as fast as we could, the other girls were as late as I was, and probably in as much trouble.

“None of us noticed what time it was,” I said. “The night just flew by...”

“I don't want to hear your excuses,” he said. “Why you were late is your little secret, and I'm certainly not going to try to pry it out of you. What I am going to do is to make sure that you remember next time.”

“Jason...” I started. I wanted to explain to him that I hadn't done anything bad. I didn't want him suspecting that I was cheating on him. I wasn't.

“No,” he said. “Caroline, you know what you did was wrong. We're not going to discuss that.”


“I'm going to give you a spanking tonight,” he said. “And I'm going to spank you before your next girl's night out.”


“And if you give me anymore trouble, or keep on whining about it, I'm going to use my belt on you before you leave for work every day for a week.”

That shut me up. I didn't want to have to sit on a sore bottom all week. The first few days would be bad enough.

“Are you going to ground me?”

“Ground you?”

“From girl's night out?”

“No,” he said. “What I'm going to do is to have you leave the house with a sore enough backside that you'll remember to be in on time.”

“Thank you.”

“I can't speak for the other girls husbands,” he said.

“Did you...”

“Did I call them? No. Bill called me.”

Bill was Dorthy's husband.

“If it makes you feel any better, Dorthy, at least, is getting the same thing tonight that you'll be getting.”

“It doesn't,” I said.

“Bring me the hairbrush,” he said.

I went upstairs, took my hairbrush off the dresser and carried it downstairs to my waiting husband. I was glad that he hadn't told me to bring his belt, but it occurred to me half way down that he might be wearing it still. I hoped not.

He took me across his knee as soon as I was in reach, pulling me over his lap with no formality, lifting my skirt and pulling down my pants to my knees. I had already begun to cry softly, but it didn't get the sympathy that I'd hoped for. He gave me a hard smack, which made me yelp and jerk.

“You haven't had a punishment spanking in awhile,” he said.

I hadn't. I hadn't been across his knee for anything serious in nearly three months.

“You must have missed it,” he said.

“No,” I told him. “I really haven't.”

“I'll warm you up a little with the palm,” he said.

That was all the warning I got. One smack and then another, then a third landed on my waiting backside, each earning a yelp of pain. I had the brush clutched in my hand, and knew that by the time he asked me for it that I would already be on fire. Three more smacks landed on the opposite cheek, then he systematically began to spank me one cheek at a time, left, right, and one across the center, until I knew that my determination to be tough was just a foolish dream.

How could it hurt so much, and not really even be started yet? I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me go to bed, to ask him to have pity, to ask him for a divorce, anything to make it stop.

When it did stop, I was sobbing. He rubbed my butt, very tenderly and told me to get up and stand in the corner.

I waited fifteen minutes for my spanking to continue. Every moment an eternity. I stood with my backside on display, the hem of my skirt tucked into my waist band, my panties around my ankles until he called me from the corner and told me to give him the brush.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Not anymore tonight.”

“What happened to my tough girl?” he asked.

“You whipped her ass,” I said.

“Do you think you've learned anything?”

I had indeed learned something, and I told him so.

“Come here now and get over my knee like a good girl and I won't have to send you upstairs for the strap.”

We weren't bargaining. There was no bargaining with Jason. He wanted me to go to bed with a sore backside, and I would be doing so. My ass was tender already, and when I stood, I stepped out of my panties and unbuttoned my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I looked over my shoulder at my poor reddened ass, and wondered if I'd be able to sit comfortably at work Monday. I started to cry before I was across his lap, but that didn't fool him a bit. He told me that I was going to get fifteen and five more for whimpering about it.

I tried to relax myself, but the first smack of the brush made me clench my buttocks together. I counted aloud as he delivered the twenty strokes, one after another, alternating from one cheek to the other, It occurred to me that my right cheek always got the odd numbers. He could spank hard with the brush when he wanted to, and this night he wanted to. I had upset him by making him worry, and now my ass was going to have to apologize for it.

By the tenth stroke I was crying for real. Sobbing and promising to be good, to never forget to call again, to not stay out late, not even once. Not even if the other girls tried to talk me into it.

When he finished he rubbed my cheeks softly. He could be so gentle when he wanted to be. He told me I could get up, and when I did he got up too and kissed me, giving me a hug.

I took off my top and bra, gathered my clothes up and asked him if he'd carry me to bed. I knew he'd be willing, I'd felt his willingness the whole time I lay across his lap. I wanted to be scooped up into his arms and carried to bed, but he had other ideas.

He threw me across his shoulder, smacked my sore butt and headed for the bedroom. I whimpered a bit when he smacked me, causing him to smack me again. He took the steps up to the bedroom as easily as if he didn't have me across his shoulder. When we got to the landing he put me down and scooped me up.

He carried me through the bedroom door in his arms and plopped me onto the bed. I put my knees up and spread my legs as he began to undress. I was already wet as my finger touched my clit. Luckily for me since I knew there wasn't going to be a lot of foreplay. I watched him take off his pants and shirt and free his stiff cock from his briefs. He got onto the bed grasping my legs under each knee with his hands and lifting them as he pulled me to him.

He put his cock against my pussy, rubbing the head against my clit before opening me up with the tip. I gasped when he entered me. He withdrew just enough to keep the tip inside, then plunged into me again, over and over, harder and harder, bouncing my ass on the bed with each stroke and driving as deeply into me as he could reach. He made me come quickly, then pulled out of me.

He rolled me over onto my stomach and gave me a hard smack on the ass.

“Up on your knees,” he ordered.

I got up into position and felt him grab my hips and drive himself into me in almost one motion. He felt huge inside me, as if his cock had grown for the occasion. Kneeling behind me he pulled me toward him, moving my body rather than his own, using my pussy like a hand. It was all I could do to keep myself from collapsing when I orgasmed. He held me on him as I came, spasming and clenching my wet pussy around him.

He pushed me face down on the bed, and rubbed his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I squirmed against him, expecting him to go into my ass, but he gave me a smack and rolled me over onto my back.

He lay down on his back beside me and gave me a kiss.

I had been so intently enjoying my own orgasm that I hadn't even noticed him coming. Now I felt his come dripping from me as I got up on my knees and took him in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. I knew that he would soon be hard again if I kept him in my mouth, but he told me to stop.

“Please,” I said. “Let me do it for you.”

“Tomorrow,” he said.

“It's already tomorrow.”

“Later this afternoon.”

“Are Bill and Dot still coming over?” I asked. It would be a shame if they canceled just because we'd forgotten to call home.

“They're coming,” he said.

I lay down beside him and put my head on his chest. He felt warm and comfy. He put his arm around me and stroked me gently.

“Bill and I have decided to spank the two of you,” he said.

“In front of each other?” I asked. It wouldn't be the first time that he had taken me across his knee in front of guests, or the first time that the two of us had seen Dot getting her backside reddened, but it was still embarrassing to me to have anyone watch me having my knickers taken down and getting my backside smacked until I cried.

“Yes,” he said. “In front of each other. You across Bill's knee and Dorthy across mine.”

I sat up and started to say something but he covered my mouth with his and made me forget what it was.


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