AI by me between NC and Venice. For those wondering, she kept her shoes on because she drums her toes into the floor and didn’t want to hurt them on the hardwood. 😉

Evan sat on the stool in his art room.  

He could hear Patty in the other room getting prepared.  There were a couple of sniffles because she was scared and knew what was coming.  It wasn’t her first spanking, but it was the first one as husband and wife.  

They’d been dating a while, and Evan had been honest about his kinks.  Patty had listened and not run away.  She studied it a little, came to a couple of Munches, and watched some videos.  After a month of this, she shyly asked him to give her a bare-bottomed spanking.  

Evan had been very gentle and slow as they talked about it, negotiated it, and all this before she ever went over his lap.  She was a little surprised, but it helped to relax her about it.  He made sure she still felt control.  It was a slow build-up as he began to spank her beautiful bottom, but she stayed “green” for a long time.  

One thing she’d asked before they’d begun was whether they would have sex afterwards each time?  He’d told her that it was up to her to decide before the spanking.  She’d frowned and asked what if she changed her mind?  

“How about I’ll check to see if you’re enjoying it?” He’d offered.

Patty had opened her mouth to ask how, but shut it as she blushed.  “Oh.  Like that…okay.  Um…you can do more than just check.”

He shook his head.  “I don’t want to coerce you into enjoying my kink, little girl.” 

She’d grinned, and her eyes flashed, but she said no more.

As he intensified his spanks on her upturned butt cheeks, he noticed she arched a little more than earlier.

“Is my little girl liking her spanking?” He growled softly as he stopped to rub her warm cheeks.

Patty moaned softly and shrugged.  “Check me, Daddy?” 

Evan’s eyes widened.  She’d never called him that before.  His fingers caressed around her curves to the hot, wetness he found between her thighs.  

“Hmm…so it seems you do.” He murmured.

“Starting to…” She whispered

“Starting?” He asked.

“Spank me harder, Daddy.  Make me your good girl.” She begged and shivered.

He did.  Patty became a fan of maintenance spankings at least once a week as they dated.  Goals were set and usually met, or if they weren’t, then punishments moved on to paddling and even his belt once for lying to him.  

During punishments, he was more Sir than Daddy, but it switched around, and he didn’t mind.  They’d become engaged when he asked her to marry him, and she’d knocked him over with her reply.

Domestic Discipline was an accepted idea in Evan’s home, so he got Patty’s permission to explain that they were going to be doing the same.  Only Even, Patty, his dad, and his mother knew Patty got married with a very red and sore bottom from her spanking by her soon-to-be mother-in-law.  It seemed to be a tradition.

It was a strange bonding experience, and her mother-in-law held her and began telling her stories about her induction into the family, along with some funny stories about her own punishments over the years.  The honeymoon was excellent, with only fun spankings and a couple of new toys she’d received from her devious bride’s maids.  Evan was a fan of plugs, she learned.  

They’d had a worry-free first month or so since coming home and settling into their new house.  It was just down the street from his parents.  Evan could work on his art here as well as the commissioned pieces he did for the bigger bucks.  Evan wanted to paint Patty, but only after a particular time.  She knew when, and it was partially why she was nervous right now.

“I’m ready, Daddy.” She called from the doorway.

“Come here.” He commanded.

His pretty brunette bride shuffled forward.  As usual, she was naked, and her head was bowed because she’d been bad.  She’d overdrawn on the budget after she’d promised to be careful this time.  There’d already been one warning, and it had happened again.  She had no way out this time.

Evan spread his knees, and she came in close.

“You know why you’re here?” He asked.

Patty had been taught not just to answer yes or no but also explain.

“Yes, Daddy.  I went over budget…again, and I am going to be spanked.” She whispered.

“And?”  He asked.

She shuddered.  “And…paddled with my new purplewood hairbrush.”

“And?” He repeated.

Her eyes met his, and tears welled in them.  “Then I will be bent over this stool and receive…” she took in a ragged breath, “receive twenty-five licks of your belt.  I will count them and thank you for them…as best I can.”

“Ah…ah.. Ah…” He held up a hand.  “If you lose count or don’t thank?”

She moaned.  “You start at one again, Sir.”

Evan wasn’t surprised at the transition.  “Was this all agreed to from the last time I warned you?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and let out a sigh.  “I’m the one who added the belt.”

“I remember.  Why did you do that?” He asked, though he knew the answer.  She’d already told him.

“To make sure I don’t do it again because…because if I do, then it all gets worse.” She rasped.

“And how will it be worse?” He asked.

“You’ll do all of this plus double the licks as a scene at the next available party.” She whimpered.  

Patty didn’t do scenes nude.  He’d spanked her in thongs with broad backsides but never bare.  She was less modest about being bare-breasted.  They’d agreed that punishment scenes would be done nude.

“That’s right.” He put his hands around her waist and caressed her tense lower back.  “You know this needs to happen, right?”

She nodded.  “I do.”

“And you know a part of me…will still enjoy this.” He added.

She faintly smiled.  “I know.  I understand.  You didn’t make me or trick me into being bad, Daddy.  I did it all on my own, and I promised to obey.  I knew that meant punishments, too.  It’s okay.”

“And you know what I’ll want to do afterwards, right?” He asked.

Her eyes came up fully now, and she grinned wickedly.  “I know.  You want to paint me in the corner with my very red ass.  Pervert.” She teased him.

“Mmmhmm…yes, I am.  I will want to do more paintings like that of an erotic nature.” He reached down and squeezed her bottom while it was still unblemished.

“And…you’d want to sell them?” She asked.

“I would, but you’re still deciding that, and it is your say, not mine, that goes.”  He grinned.  “I’m happy to have my gallery on your right here.”

Patty huffed and arched an eyebrow.  “But I’m right here anyway, Silly Daddy.”

“I know, but you know what it means to me.” He shrugged.

“I do.  Capturing a part of my soul.” She quoted him.  Her head leaned down to touch his forehead.  “You already own my soul, Sir.  You own all of me.” She kissed his head.  “Please, can we start?”

He nodded and put his knees together.

Over she went into a familiar spot,  he patted her bottom and would never, ever get tired of doing that or spanking this bottom.  He sighed.

“You always do that.” She murmured.

“I always enjoy this and always will,” Evan told her.

Raising his arm, he cupped his fingers, snapped his wrist, and began to spank her.  His hand went all over in a quick, loud rhythm.  Patty’s skin was painted into a harsh pink everywhere it was safe to spank her.  Always, he spends more time on her sit-spots and the fleshy part of her bottom.

When his left arm needed a break, Evan spanked her with his right while he leaned over.  It was almost as effective and kept the spanking going much longer.  Patty was making such delicious noise,s but there was more sniffling than usual.

Two small, round spots were turning a little white in the middle of each cheek.  It meant she’d already feel this as a thorough spanking, but it wasn’t over.  It was time to move on.

“Hand me the brush,” Evan commanded.

Patty reached down to where it had been waiting on the floor for his command.  She’d said it would hurt more if she had to hand it to him.  He took it from her and patted each side.

“Are you ever going to blow your budget again?” He asked and swatted her.

“No!!” She squealed.  “No!!” She squealed again and again.

“Promise?” Evan now asked.

Patty promised all through her paddling, which was the fiercest he’d ever given her before.  Her tears were flowing, and her voice broke with little hiccup sobs as he made a firm impression on her that she needed to do better.  Those two white circles were now angry, deep red spots that were larger.  They were close to bursting the skin.

Evan had never truly blistered her bottom before, but she knew it might happen if needed.  He wanted to make a good point, but a reasonable one.  Pausing the paddling, he tapped her bottom.

“Stand up and bring me the special First-Aid kit.” He commanded.

Patty didn’t even ask why or hesitate.  She obeyed.  It wasn’t until she’d brought it to him and gone back over his knee that she spoke.

“Did you blister my bottom, Sir?” She sniffled and heaved, her breathing still ragged.

“Not yet, but it’s close.” He told her as he got out two large, oval bandages bought for just such a purpose.  They weren’t cheap but were very necessary.  Evan had learned this from his father and from others in the community.

“Wait, Sir.” Patty put her hands back to stop his.

“What?” Evan asked in a threatening tone.

Putting her hands back or stopping him would be very bad.

“Please, Sir.  Just a second, please?” She kept her hands covering her bottom.  “What if I want you to blister me? What if I feel I deserve to be blistered?”  Patty asked.

“What?” Evan asked in disbelief.

“Your mom…told me…her first punishment after marriage was pretty bad, too.  Your dad did blister her bottom, and the oval marks stayed there for a long, long time.  They did eventually heal, but your mom and dad grew to love those marks as they…well…they represented her commitment to him and…and her bottom belonged to him.  All of her did.” Patty went on.

Evan had never heard this from either of his parents.

“Are you saying…?” He began.

“Please, Sir…don’t stop the paddling…paddle me until I’m good and blistered, then give me a good whipping.  I deserve it.  I need it.” She begged.

Evan couldn’t believe his ears.  “Why?”

Patty shrugged slightly.  “To show I mean it when I say I am yours, Sir.  You owe me.  I am your best friend, your lover, your wife, and…your slave.  You are my Daddy, my Sir, and…my Master.”

“Did my mom tell you that part, too?” He asked.

Patty cringed slightly.  “I’m not supposed to say because if I do then…I really don’t want to say, please, Sir.” 

Evan could imagine what his mom would do, and it wouldn’t be nice.  “Okay.  I won’t make you.”

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered, and her body shivered.  “I won’t…use that often, but…it’s still true.” 

He put down the bandages and the kit.  “Hand me the brush then, little slut.”

She quivered.  “Yes, Master,” Patty obeyed.  “May I beg two things, Sir?”

“I’m listening.”  Evan tapped her bottom with the paddle.

“Please, don’t paint me with the bandages on me.  I know they’ll need to go on later.”  She begged.

“Agreed.” He smiled.

“Please, can we do something before you paint me, pretty please?” She wiggled her bottom.  “I’m stretched enough now.”

Evan growled softly.  “Mmm…good little slave.”

She bowed her head.  “Thank you, Master.”

He paddled her until she was blistered.

Bending over the stool, she was almost proud to take her whipping.  Patty didn’t lose count, and she sounded very grateful for each lick of his belt.  After it was over, she knelt before him and kissed the belt, the hairbrush, and his fingers.  Her eyes blazed with tears, but also more than that.

Evan bent her over the stool once more, then reached into the kit.  He didn’t get out the bandages.  Patty had already put her wrists looped into his belt behind her back and waited.  He grabbed the end and spanked her once more…in a very special way.