Chapter Two

Catching Carl Where He’s Not Supposed To Be

Dressed in a baby pink colored tank top sans bra and a pair of tight-fitting jeans plus clunky platform sandals, twenty-four-year-old Louisa Cannady knew that she looked good. She had the sort of hourglass figure and rolling walk that invariably turned men’s heads. Heck, she ought to have a good figure! For one thing, she watched her weight very carefully, often turning down the ice cream and chocolate candy she craved. For another, it had cost her parents a pretty penny to shell out the money for the boob job that got her breasts that would fill a C-cup but which she often let go braless since the silicone sisters were so wonderfully perky.

Louisa boasted a body that could have got her into Playboy and a face that might have looked just right for the cover of Vogue or Cosmopolitan. It was a heart-shaped face with regular features, a softly turned-up nose, large pouty lips, and big sky blue eyes. She had never had much acne even as a teenager and her fair skin was creamy and clear. Her teeth were pearly white and straight (thanks to years of braces!) and she was often complimented on her smile that showed off those teeth along with her dimples. Her hair was a natural sunshine shade of blonde. She kept her hair looking silky and she was currently wearing it parted on the right side and past her shoulders, straight until it got to the ends where there was a little bit of a curling under like in a pageboy.

Not that Louisa Cannady was a beautiful airhead. She was not a stereotypically “dumb blonde,” not at all. She loved to read, especially biographies of famous people who had overcome terrible obstacles. She also liked to look at works of art and visited art museums with some frequency.

Of course, Louisa was not really a classic “egghead” type either. She had never been a great scholar in school and had sometimes teased those who were although she would secretly admit to herself that she envied them. After high school, she had not wanted to go on to college. It was just too much time and expense and she did not look forward to writing a lot of essays like so many people did in college. At eighteen, she already had a job in a grocery store where she had gone up from bagging to cashiering. She enjoyed working the cash register at the grocery but also wanted something more so she had enrolled in a school that taught medical support positions and now worked fulltime in a doctor’s office as a medical and coding specialist while still working in the grocery store part-time on the weekends.

Louisa was really the type of woman who could get just about any man she really wanted. However, she only wanted one: Carl Cannady. They had started going together a couple of years earlier and had been married a few months ago. Louisa loved Carl deeply and believed that her love was returned. She had been strongly attracted to him when they first met which was when he was a customer at the grocery store. Carl looked exactly like Louisa’s type of man. Only two years older than she was, Carl was a robust, muscular sort who showed off his physique in tight t-shirts and jeans much as Louisa showed off her figure in revealing clothes. He had jet-black hair and a swarthy skin due to the Italian and Native American parts of his ancestry. His features were strong and he had a sensuous mouth, high cheekbones, and a jut-jaw that made him look very traditionally masculine, a look Louisa had always liked. Partly because of her fondness for men with that macho look, she was a fan of old movies starring Clark Gable and John Wayne. She had often masturbated while watching classic flicks. She was especially aroused by John Wayne movies in which he gave a woman a spanking but she had always wondered what it would be like if John Wayne had gotten a spanking. She did not believe he ever had in a movie but he had been occasionally spanked in Louisa’s fevered fantasies.

Carl worked full-time as a house painter and used to work part-time driving a van for a senior citizens’ home. He had quit the latter job because he was getting more hours painting houses and that work paid a little better. Carl was a kind man with a good sense of humor and could be wonderfully patient. He was a hard worker and, unlike some traditionally masculine men, he easily expressed affection.

However, Carl also had a bad side – or more accurately a foolish side -- and Louisa feared he might be exercising it just about now. She hoped that she would not find him where she expected to find him but catch him she certainly would if he was there.

Louisa left her apartment and walked down the stairs to the parking lot. She opened up the driver’s door to her candy-apple red Toyota Camry and slid behind the wheel. As she put her key in the ignition, the radio automatically turned on and the Jonas Brothers came on belting out That’s The Way We Roll. Louisa looked behind her and saw that another apartment resident was walking pretty close so she waited until he passed before backing out. As she turned her head around, she smiled just slightly. She liked the Jonas Brothers and especially liked this song. Louisa thought it was good that those handsome young Jonas Brother wore purity rings symbolizing their commitment to remain virgins until they married. Of course, Louisa had not been a virgin when she met Carl but she occasionally wished that she had saved herself for him. Carl had told her that he had had sex with only two women before her although it was four if you counted oral sex.

She slowed to a stop at the entrance to John Adams Dr. and waited for first a white SUV and then a small black car to pass. It still was not clear so she waited for another car to pass before pulling onto the street.

Oh, she did love Carl! She had never felt closer to any other man and could not imagine having a better sex life than she did with him: it was beautiful. Carl liked to do a lot of kissing and foreplay that got her aroused and he could stay hard a long time so she could often have more than one orgasm. Even when Louisa did not have an orgasm, she very much enjoyed the intimacy of sex with him. She had never faked it or lied about it because, unlike some guys, Carl’s ego was not bound up with her having a climax every time they had sex.

If only he would not . . .

The light up ahead went to yellow and Louisa did not have enough time to get through safely so she slowed to a stop. On the radio, Pink came on to sing So What about the break-up with her racecar driver husband. Louisa sure hoped that the problems she had with Carl would not lead to the finish of their marriage!

When the light turned green, Louisa’s foot went from brake to accelerator and she was soon going about 60 miles per hour along with the other cars on the road. She drove past several streets until she saw Lewis Blvd. where she made a left.

Soon she was in the parking lot in front of the establishment of “Madam Dirk, Psychic Reader.” So was the beige Hyundai that belonged to Carl. As Louisa turned off the ignition of her vehicle, her hands clenched into fists. She waited for a while and when Carl did not soon exit the establishment of Madam Dirk, Louisa decided it was best not to make a public scene. She would confront him when she got home.

She did a slow burn all the way home. Why did Carl have to be taken in by all that hocus-pocus rubbish? It was the sort of thing that attracted fools and dumb characters in movies. How could Carl, the man Louisa loved, let himself fall for such obvious con jobs? What made it most aggravating was that they just could not afford it. They were not going homeless or hungry – but they might if Carl kept turning money over to fortunetellers. The two of them wanted to have a baby in a couple of years so they had to put together some savings and they had almost nothing in the savings account. Louisa was not extravagant so she believed that Carl’s trips to fortunetellers were a large part of the reason they were just getting by.

It was a little over an hour after Louisa’s stop at Madam Dirk’s parking lot that Carl came home. “Where have you been?” Louisa asked, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed, when her husband came through the front door of their apartment.

“Oh, just here and there,” Carl answered with a shrug. “I stopped off at a store and had a coffee, then I went to the library and looked at a few magazines, and I stopped off for a beer. Only one!” Carl winked and then smiled broadly, displaying his straight white teeth.

Louisa frowned. “Is that where you were?” she said in a razor sharp voice.

“Yes, honey,” Carl said. “That’s where I was.”

“You’re lying,” she told him, her blue eyes like bullets.

Carl felt a tremor go through him: he loved Louisa. What did she think? Did she believe that he had been out screwing around with another woman? He had not! If she was suspicious of him that way, it was completely unfair.

Carl cleared his throat. Then he earnestly declared, “I haven’t been out cheating. I swear to God, Louisa. You’ve got no reason to be jealous! None!”

“I didn’t accuse you of cheating,” Louisa told her husband.

“Yeah but that seems to be what you think,” he said.

“Well, it’s not,” she said. “I said I know that you’re lying about where you’ve been. Now tell me the truth – the whole truth and nothing but the truth just like you were in a court of law.”

“I did, honey, I just did,” he insisted. “I told you everything.”

“No, you didn’t,” she angrily retorted.

“Yes, I did.”

“Oh, Carl!” Louisa exclaimed. Her arms crossed over her ample bosom. “It just so happens I went to Madam Dirk’s. And I saw your car there.”

Carl looked down at the dark green carpet and at his black sneakers-encased feet. He took a long, deep breath and then swallowed hard. “OK, OK, I went to Madam Dirk,” he admitted. “Look, honey, we don’t agree about spiritual matters. But I’m your husband, not your slave. We can disagree about these sorts of things.”

“We don’t have the money for you to go wasting it on fortune-telling foolishness!” she said in a furious voice.

“Well, at least I wasn’t cheating,” Carl pointed out.

“You’re not supposed to be cheating. You’re also not supposed to be wasting our hard-earned cash. How much money did that awful Madam Dirk charge you for getting the wool pulled over your eyes, Carl?” Louisa asked.

Carl bit his lower lip and looked down again in embarrassment. “It’s really none of your business, Louisa,” he told her.

“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours,” she said. “That’s what marriage is all about.”

There was a pause as Carl shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

“Well, Carl?” Louisa prodded.

He bit his lip and looked down again. “I spent one hundred and twenty dollars there,” he confessed.

“One hundred and twenty dollars!” Louisa shrieked as she stamped her foot on the carpet. “That’s outrageous! How can my husband be such a sucker!”

“But Louisa, Madam Dirk really seems to know what she’s doing,” Carl said. “I think she’s a good psychic.”

“There’s no such thing as a good psychic,” Louisa retorted. “They’re all a bunch of phonies and you just pissed our money away, Carl!”

“I think she saw things for real,” he said. “In fact, she said that our financial situation will be bright. She saw brightness for us in her crystal ball. She also said we’d have a healthy baby in a few years. She said we had a good marriage. I think Madam Dirk really has that sixth sense people talk about.”

“Carl, I’m not going to put up with this,” Louisa told him as she shook her head, causing her blonde hair to swish. “Madam Dirk didn’t see your real future. She didn’t see your real future at all!”

“But I think she did!” Carl exclaimed.

“No, she didn’t,” Louisa said. “What she didn’t see is that your wife is not putting up with this type of nonsense.”

“Oh, Louisa, if you feel so strongly about it, OK, I won’t see a fortuneteller again. I swear I won’t.”

“That’s not good enough!” she practically shouted. “You’ve wasted our money just like throwing it in a paper shredder! Carl, you’ve got to be punished for this nonsense.”

“What? What do you mean?” he asked in confusion.

“I mean just what I said. You have to be punished for seeing that fortuneteller.”

“Punished? How?” Carl’s mouth hung open.

“You’ve behaved in a very childlike manner so you’ve got to get treated like a child,” she told him. “You’ve got to get a spanking.”

“A spanking!” Carl repeated incredulously. He paused, trying to take in what his wife had just said. “Oh, this is a joke! You’ve got to be joking.” Carl giggled, albeit uncomfortably.

“It’s no joke,” she said. “No joke at all.”

Carl gasped. This really was serious! What could he do? To take a spanking like a child – how humiliating! He could not stand it.

However, he did not want Louisa to consider leaving him. He loved her as much as a man could possibly love a woman. He also did not want her to continuously throw this in his face. At least for Carl, verbal abuse could hurt as much or more than hitting. He had been spanked as a child and sometimes thought it was not nearly as bad as a long scolding. Perhaps it would be best to let her spank him and so clear the air of this whole thing.

“OK, OK, Louisa,” Carl said. “I’ll let you give me a spanking.”

“Good,” she said. “Now take your belt off and hand it to me.”

The reality of what Carl had just agreed to suddenly sank in. He felt his neck and face get hot. He was so embarrassed. His hands flew to his painfully burning face. “Oh, this is terrible,” he said. “Do you have to do this, honey?”

“I have to do it,” she said in an implacable voice. “I must know that you have learned your lesson and that means I’ve got to teach it to you with an appropriate punishment.”

Carl unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. Another, even harsher, blush flew over his neck and face as he handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said. “Now get me the ruler.”

“Why do you need the ruler?” he asked. “You’ve got the belt.”

“Because I want this spanking to be punishment,” she replied. “Real punishment. I think you’ll need to be spanked with something more substantial than a belt and, to me, that means spanked with wood.”

Carl let out a deep sigh. He grimaced and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he asked, “Where is the ruler?”

“It’s in the kitchen,” Louisa told him.

He walked to the kitchen. “Where in here?” he asked, his timid voice betraying his fear and shame.

“The first drawer to your right,” she answered.

He opened it up. Sure enough, there the ruler was. He picked it up although a tremor ran through him as he did so.

Then he went back to the living room and handed it to his angry wife.

“Now go to the closet and fetch that heavy wooden clothes brush,” Louisa commanded.

“What?” Carl exclaimed. He shuddered with fear. “The clothes brush? You’d spank me with that?”

“I will indeed spank you with that,” Louisa said. “Now go get it!”

Carl swallowed hard. His mouth went dry. He was truly scared now. The clothes brush was kept in the hallway closet. He walked to it on legs that felt like they had turned to rubber. As Carl opened up the closet door, he shivered. Looking at the clothes brush caused him to blink rapidly several times. Groaning, he picked it up. It felt hideously heavy in his hands but that might have been because his hands had gone weak with fear.

He slowly trudged back to the living room and handed the clothes brush to his wife.

“Thank you very much, Carl,” she said. She put the ruler and the clothes brush on the maple coffee table that was in front of the divan. She picked up the belt and doubled it back. “Bare your bottom and lean over that chair,” she commanded.

Carl’s hands trembled as he undid the button over his fly, and then unzipped the fly itself. He pulled the jeans down to his thighs.

But he left his jockey shorts up.

“Bare bottom, Carl,” she told him in the most business like possible tone.

“Does it have to be?” he asked plaintively, his eyebrows pulled up and mouth frowning. “I just think it would hurt too much on bare skin.”

“It will hurt just as much as it should on bare skin. Drop them, Carl.”

Carl pulled his jockey shorts down to reveal a pair of slim buttocks with downy hairs on them above slim muscular thighs that had long curly black hairs. The buttocks were pulled tightly together with tension.

“Ah, Carl, you really are scared,” Louisa observed.

“Yes, I am,” he readily acknowledged.

“Well, good!” she said. “Be afraid, my dear. Be very afraid.”

She brought the belt down as hard as she could on her foolish husband’s buttocks. Swat!

The belt stung Carl’s bare buttocks and, along with the relatively mild pain, he felt with renewed shame the acute embarrassment of his childlike position. Oh, this was awful!

Louisa brought the belt down hard and repeatedly on her husband’s tense naked ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Did Madam Dirk predict that you would get a spanking when you got home?” Louisa asked.

“No, she didn’t,” Carl sadly replied.

“Then her crystal ball must not be that effective after all, right?” Louisa pressed.

“I guess not,” Carl said.

Louisa spanked some more. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Carl did not cry out but he cringed as his bottom stung.

Louisa saw that he was getting pale pink stripes across his butt cheeks. She was happy about that as it served him right for wasting their money on such absurd nonsense.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Are you going to go to a fortuneteller again, Carl?” Louisa asked.

“No, honey, never again,” Carl answered.

“You better not,” she said and brought the belt down some more. “You sure as hell better not.” Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Deciding it was time to spank her husband with something a little bit stronger, Louisa put the belt aside and picked up the ruler.

She brought the wood down on bare flesh that was already pink and stinging. Swat!

Carl cringed.

Louisa noted the new pink mark across Carl’s butt cheeks. She drew her arm back and then brought the ruler down as hard as she could. Swat!

“Ouch!” Carl cried out, his deep voice unusually high-pitched from this greater pain. This really stung!

Louisa began spanking in earnest with the wooden ruler. She brought it down both hard and fast. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Carl’s bottom burned with the sharp pains. “Ouch!” he cried. “Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ah!”

“It sounds like I’m starting to get through to you, Carl,” his wife commented.

“Honey, you always get through to me,” he said. “Always. No matter what you do.”

She resumed spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Honey, it hurts! It hurts! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”

“It hurts? Ah! What do you think it’s supposed to do? Tickle?” she replied sarcastically. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Oh! Ow! Ow!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ow!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ow!” Every swat stung like a bee. Carl just did not know how much more of this he could take.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, Louisa! Oh, it hurts! Ouch!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! Oh! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”

Louisa liked the way her husband’s butt cheeks automatically flinched from the blows of the ruler, the ass cheeks compressing together and then bouncing apart. She also liked the way his bottom was turning color from pink to a mottled red.

“I think it’s time for the strongest instrument,” she said as she put the ruler down and picked up the heavy wooden clothes brush.

Carl shuddered. He could not take any more! “Please, please, stop it now,” he begged. “Please, Louisa. I’ve been punished. I’ve been terribly punished. You’ve already hurt me something awful. I won’t see another fortuneteller ever. I swear I won’t! Please don’t spank me with that clothes brush! I don’t think I can stand it!”

“Sorry, Carl, but the clothes brush it will have to be,” she told him in a voice as firm as one of her swats.

Again a shudder went through Carl’s body. He hurt so badly and he had taken so much, how much more would his angered wife mete out?

Louisa drew her arm back and then brought the heavy wood down as hard as she could on her husband’s already mottled red and sore butt cheeks. Swat!

“Ow!” Carl cried out shrilly as his bottom suffered a terrible sting.

“Too bad Madam Dirk couldn’t see your painful future clearly in that crystal ball or those tarot cards or your palm or whatever,” Louisa acidly observed before bringing the clothes brush down in rapid succession. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch! Ow!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“It hurts! Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Ow! Ow!” In his pain, Carl began to pick first one leg up and then the other. His hands clutched into loose fists. He felt sweat break out on his forehead and scalp and on the palms of his hands.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Oh! Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ouch!”

Louisa saw that her husband’s bottom was turning completely red and a very deep shade of red at that. She enjoyed the way the ass cheeks tensed and bounced as she spanked. It reminded her of a kind of dancing – dancing spanked butt cheeks.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! Ouch! Ow!” Tears started in Carl’s eyes and blurred his vision.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, Louisa! Ouch! Ow! Ow!” Carl began crying, the tears streaming sloppily down his face.

A quiver of sympathy for her husband ran through Louisa at the sound and sight of Carl weeping. However, she decided that the lesson was not quite completely driven home to her satisfaction and resumed paddling him with the clothes brush.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Oh! It hurts!” he yelled.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ow!” Carl was sobbing loudly. His body shook as he cried.

Louisa took pity on him and put down the clothes brush. “Oh, Carl, I love you, I really do,” she said in a voice full of warmth.

Carl was still crying hard.

Louisa put her hands on his butt cheeks. Her touch was cool and Carl felt soothed although he still wept. He put his arms around her and cried on her shoulder as she lovingly held and fondled his punished ass cheeks.

As his weeping subsided, he said, “You’re right, honey. I shouldn’t have spent that money on Madam Dirk. I probably was just wasting money we don’t have. I love you, Louisa. I love you so much. I want to be the best husband to you that I can possibly be. I really do.”

Louisa kissed the tears on his face. “We’re going to make it, Carl,” she said. “We’re a good team and we’re going to stay together no matter what.”

Carl put his arms around her and the two kissed long and passionately. Louisa felt her nipples harden and her pussy get warm and wet. Carl’s hand went down Louisa’s back to her buttocks. He cupped a cheek in his hand and pulled on it. Louisa ran a hand through his hair. The two of them shuffled out of their clothes and headed for the bedroom. When there, Louisa pushed her breasts together. Carl kissed down the cleavage and his dick began to harden. He placed his mouth around one of her nipples and sucked, gently at first and then more powerfully. His dick was fully erect and hammer hard.

He pulled his face up and the two of them again kissed. Louisa spread her thighs and Carl’s dick slid inside her throbbing cunt (they used no rubber since Louisa was on Norplant). “Oh, your pussy feels so good,” Carl said. “You are so beautiful. I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world. Oh, Louisa, you’re the best.”

Louisa lifted her legs up around her husband’s body. “Oh, yeah, Carl, I love you,” she said. “Oh, how I love you.”

The two of them made love slowly and sensuously and for a very long time.

“Carl, let’s do it doggy style,” Louisa said.

Carl pulled his hard dick out and Louisa turned over onto her belly. Then Carl soon put his stiff dick back inside her hot cunt. Louisa put her hands on her pussy and stimulated her clit as Carl enthusiastically fucked her.

‘Oh, Carl!” Louisa shouted. “Oh, darling! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Louisa’s orgasm shuddered through her body. She felt beautiful afterward and Carl climaxed a little while after she did.

As they lay together, Louisa commented, “Maybe Madam Dirk needs to get a new crystal ball.”

There was a pause and then Carl said, “You might be right.”

Louisa kissed his shoulder.

***

The phone rang in Louisa’s apartment. She had been lying in bed clad only in a cotton camisole and underpants, just resting and listening to a news program on the radio, so she answered the extension that was right next to the bed. Before she picked the receiver up, she read the name across the caller ID: C. A. Cohen.

“Hi, Charles,” she said to her close friend, a gay man who worked in the meat department at the grocery store at which she still worked the cash register on weekends.

“Hi, Louisa,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she replied. “How are you, Charles?”

“I’m OK but I’ve got some bad news and, since we’re such good friends, I feel like I should tell you about it,” he answered in a notably somber tone.

“So what is it?” she asked.

“Oh, Louisa, it’s kind of hard to explain,” Charles said. “It’s something that’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Well you called up to tell me about it so spit it out,” Louisa said. “It doesn’t make much sense to call me with it and then keep me in suspense.”

“I think Carl’s got himself a girlfriend,” Charles told Louisa.

Louisa felt like someone had suddenly sprayed cold water over her. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt anger bubble up hotly inside her chest.

“What makes you think that?” Louisa asked.

“Well, I don’t know if it’s really a ‘girlfriend’ per se,” Charles continues. “But he’s with Petra, the woman who lives in the apartment next door to me, right now.”

For a moment Louisa could not speak. “Thanks for telling me,” she said after that moment passed. “I’m coming right over there.”

Energized by jealousy and anger, Louisa instantly jumped out of bed. She put on a pale blue blouse with short puffed sleeves, a high neck, and a large, ruffled collar. As she buttoned up the blouse, she hoped that Charles was wrong about Carl but believed that her friend had to be pretty certain of his facts or he would not have told her something so upsetting. Louisa slipped on a pair of blue jeans that were a dark blue shade and tight around the butt. The hems on the legs came to just above her ankles. She checked her make-up in a mirror and freshened up her lipstick, which was a “wet-look” bright pink. She hurriedly brushed her hair, slid on a pair of high-heeled sandals, and headed out the door.

The apartment complex in which Charles resided was called “The Crane’s Cove.” It was a multi-storied building that was a soft mauve on the outside with black and white trimming. Since it was located less than ten minutes away from Louisa’s house by car, she was soon there. She knocked on Charles’s door. He opened it up.

“Which one?” she hastily asked.

He pointed.

Louisa rapped as hard as she could on that door. She heard noises and then a silence.

She banged on the door again. “I know you’re in there, Carl Cannady!” she shouted. “You better open up the door this minute!”

There was a lot of rustling and a female voice sounding panicked said, “Carl, Carl, you can’t open that door up!”

“I think I have to,” he replied in a voice equally filled with panic.

The door opened and Carl stood before Louisa in black corduroy pants and a buttoned up shirt that was still open, exposing a hard chest with sharply defined pecs. It was free of chest hair as Carl had started removing the hair after Louisa asked him to. Carl’s feet were bare. He looked at Louisa with a face full of anguish. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed.

She pressed on the door to hold it open. “Get the rest of your clothes on and let’s get out of here,” Louisa told him.

Petra was a short Asian woman with her black hair worn long. She had smooth skin and was very pretty. In her haste, she had wrapped a bright pink housecoat around herself. Louisa glared at Petra and said, “I think I’ll take home what’s mine!”

Petra shrugged and looked down at her hands. Louisa noticed that Petra had very long nails and that the different nails were polished different colors.

Louisa waited impatiently while Carl got into his clothes. “We can each drive our own cars but you better come right home,” Louisa told her husband when he was decently attired.

At home, Louisa raged at her husband. “Carl, how could you?” she asked. “You promised you’d be faithful! How could you do this to me?”

Carl shrugged and grimaced. His upper teeth rolled over his lower lip. “Oh, Louisa, I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I just . . .”

“You just what?” she asked.

Again he grimaced and his eyebrows knotted. “I was just really attracted to Petra,” he said. “I don’t know why. She’s not nearly as pretty as you are. I just really felt for her.”

“So you got horny!” Louisa shouted. “So what? What the hell kind of excuse is that? Everyone gets horny. If you’re in a relationship – especially a marriage! – you take it on home!”

“I’m sorry, Louisa,” he said. “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I swear!”

“Huh!” Louisa exclaimed. “That means you just expected to make it with that other woman and get away with it! You’re just sorry you got caught, Carl Cannady!”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he said.

“Well then what do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that I love you and I never wanted you to get hurt,” he said. “I really love you. It’s just that I felt really attracted to Petra. I shouldn’t have made it with her but I did it anyway. I’m sorry I did it because I see how upset it’s got you.”

“Did you think I’d be overjoyed to know you’ve got a woman on the side?” she asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, of course not,” he said, looking and sounding both helpless and hopeless.

“How would you feel if I went with another man?” she asked.

“I’d be devastated,” he immediately answered. “I’d be furious.”

Louisa collapsed into the large chair in the living room. She burst into tears and put her face down in her hands.

Carl felt like his heart was being ripped in two. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he shouted. “I feel like the biggest dope in the world, the biggest jerk. I just wish I could take it back. You’re the only woman for me, the only woman I love or could ever love. Oh, darling, please don’t cry anymore! I beg you! Please, please know that I love you.” Carl tried to put his hand on his wife’s heaving shoulder and she slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me now, Carl,” she said. “Just don’t.”

She sobbed more and Carl went over to the divan. He sat down and slumped over, racked by guilt and sorrow. “Oh, Louisa, oh, honey, I am so sorry,” he said. “I am just so damn sorry and I don’t know what to do. I love you so much. I really do.”

“Then how the hell could you do this to me?” Louisa asked. “If you love a person, then you don’t want to hurt them!”

“I can’t really answer that,” he said.

“Well, maybe not,” she said. “But you can sure as hell pay for it!”

When Carl heard that, his hands started to tremble. He knew what she meant. His voice came out weakly as he asked, “You mean being punished, Louisa? By a spanking?”

“That’s exactly right,” she told him.

Carl let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Oh, this was so humiliating! How could he go through this again? But then he remembered how he had broken his marriage vows and provoked a stream of tears from Louisa. He had been weak. He had been selfish. He had been wrong. He deserved a spanking.

“Do you want me to take my belt off?” he asked in a raspy voice.

She nodded. “Yes, I sure do,” she said.

Carl bit his lower lip. Then he unbuckled his belt and took it off. He handed it to his wife.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Do you want the ruler too?” he then asked.

“No, I don’t,” she replied. “But I want the clothes brush. Go get the clothes brush.”

Carl trudged to the hallway closet and then brought the heavy wooden clothes brush to his outraged wife.

“Thank you,” she said. “It just so happens I’ve got a little surprise in store for you, Carl.”

Carl’s eyes widened in alarm. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Wait here for a minute,” she said. With that, Louisa disappeared into their bedroom. Carl heard the noise of the closet being opened and items shuffled around. “I figured you might screw up again, Carl,” she called out from the other room. “Of course, I didn’t know how you would screw up – that it would be by screwing! – but I wanted to prepare myself to give you a little heftier punishment than you got after the trip to Madam Dirk.”

Louisa came out of the bedroom. In her hands she held a large, rectangular, fraternity-style paddle of yellowish wood. Carl gasped when he saw it. She held it in front of him and he saw that the paddle had small round holes at regular intervals through the main part of it.

“Louisa, honey, you couldn’t spank me with that!” Carl exclaimed. “It would be torture!”

“Nonsense, Carl, it would be just what your unfaithful ass deserves,” she tartly retorted. “Now bare your bottom and let’s get started.”

Carl groaned but he did as he was told, pulling down pants and jockey shorts and then getting across the side of the chair.

As she had previously, Louisa started with the belt. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Carl did not let out a cry but he keenly felt the sting both of the physical pain and the humility of his position.

“Don’t you deserve to get spanked, Carl?” Louisa asked.

“Yes, honey, I guess I do,” he answered.

“You guess?” she prodded.

“I deserve to get spanked,” he firmly said.

“You sure do,” Louisa agreed and brought the belt down some more. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

The strokes of the belt caused Carl’s bare buttocks to sting and left pale pink stripes across the ass cheeks.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“I think it’s time for your butt to kiss wood,” Louisa remarked. She put the belt down and picked up the clothes brush.

Carl shivered.

“Kiss it,” Louisa ordered in a stern voice as she held the clothes brush in front of her errant husband’s face.

“Oh, honey, that’s too much!” he said. “I can’t do that. You’re embarrassing me enough already.”

“Kiss it!” Louisa shouted.

Carl’s mouth dropped open. This was the final insult.

But he pursed his lips up and kissed the wood.

“Good,” Louisa said. “You embarrassed me plenty in front of my friend Charles.” She brought the wood down on his naked ass cheeks with all the force her jealousy and anger and hurt pride could muster. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, honey! Oh, it hurts! Ow! Ouch!”

Louisa felt a sense of satisfaction at her cheating husband’s loud expression of distress. She brought the clothes brush down with a renewed sense of purpose and enthusiasm. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! It hurts! Ow! Oh! Ow! Ouch!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, honey! Ow! Ow! Oh!” His butt burned terribly. How could Louisa do this to him? But then he remembered how he had betrayed her. Of course she could hurt him back. She had the right to hurt him back.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Ow! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ow! Ow! Ouch! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! Ouch!”

“And just how do you think it feels to know you were making love with another woman, huh, Carl?” Louisa asked.

“I know it hurt you, honey,” he answered. “I know that. It was a terrible thing to do. I’d do anything to undo it. I really would.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” she said and resumed the spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Oh! It hurts! It hurts!”

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Oh! Ouch! It hurts! Ouch! Ouch!”

“I don’t think it hurts enough, Carl,” Louisa commented. “I don’t think it hurts nearly enough!” With that, she put down the clothes brush and picked up the multi-holed paddle. “Here kiss this,” she told Carl.

He knew better than to argue. He kissed the implement of his punishment. As he did so, he once again felt a wave of painful heat travel over his neck and face.

Louisa saw her husband’s sudden and dramatic blushing and felt oddly excited by it.

She returned to spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Oh! Ow!” Carl felt like his ass had caught fire!

Louisa saw that her husband’s butt cheeks were turning a deep shade of scarlet. They automatically moved together and apart with the spanks and she enjoyed watching that display.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! Ouch! Ow! Ouch!” Carl screamed.

Louisa found herself enjoying the acute pain evident in her husband’s vocal discharges. She was really getting even with him now!

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, honey! Ow! Oh! Oh!” Carl’s eyes filled with tears so his vision was blurred.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Oh! Ouch! Oh! Ow! Ow! Ouch!” Carl burst into tears. He sobbed uncontrollably.

However, his betrayed wife kept on paddling his brick red and burning butt cheeks. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“AHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! OWWWWWWW!” Carl blubbered.

Still Louisa kept on. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“OOOOOOOO! OWWWWWW! OWWWWWWW!” Carl’s body shook with sobs.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

“OWWWWWWW! AHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!”

“That’s enough spanking,” Louisa said. “But you deserved every swat of it, Carl.”

Carl said nothing. He could not say anything because he was crying too hard.

The two of them went to the bedroom where they did not immediately make love but just got into the bed and held each other. Carl sobbed on Louisa’s shoulder.

Louisa put her hands on her husband’s heated buttocks. The coolness of her touch caused the burning feeling to dissipate. It was almost an hour after the spanking but eventually the two of them did make love, a lovemaking session that was extremely satisfying to both.

As they lay together after their mutual orgasms, Carl promised, “I’ll take it home from now on. Regardless of who turns me on, I’ll bring it home. Nothing beats what I’ve got at home – even if she sometimes beats me.”

Louisa gazed into her husband’s eyes and smiled tranquilly.