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  PUNISHED

  BY THE

  HOUSE GUESTS

  Caia Fox

  Copyright © 2015 Caia Fox

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people (living or dead), places or events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

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  CONTENTS

  What’s Inside

  Punished by the House Guests

  FREE STORY

  Author’s Note

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  What’s Inside

  Here’s a little taste of “Punished by the House Guests”

  Of course, they both chose that very moment to look my way, and Alison gave a little shriek of protest, while Dan just said “Bedroom, now!” and I didn't think I could do anything else but go there and wait.

  “That was unspeakably rude,” he said. “I can't let that pass. You've been less than welcoming to Alison and Tom the past few days, but that was too much.”

  He pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties to my knees. And then he walloped me hard six times. I knew Alison would be able to hear those smacks, and presumably he knew it too, but he was so annoyed he didn't care.

  And it was all the more humiliating to know she would be aware of exactly what was happening to me. That spanking hurt just as much as it ever did, but the surprising thing was that, despite the shame of it, I felt excited by feeling Dan’s hand on my bottom more than ever before, knowing that bitch could hear everything.

  “Now pull your panties down and take them off. You can stay like that all evening. Go out there and apologize to Alison.”

  Now read on from the beginning…

  Punished by the House Guests

  I can't remember exactly when I found out I liked to be spanked by my husband Dan. We definitely weren't married when he took me over his knee for the first time and pulled down my panties. I knew I was being a right brat, deliberately winding him up, and he warned me before he did it.

  I could have stopped him any time I liked—he wasn't a violent or unreasonable guy, just an irritated one. But I carried on goading him despite the warning. I didn't want him to let me get away with it. I wanted him to spank me. And so I found myself with a red-hot bottom as I lay half-naked over his lap, and then we had some of the best sex we'd ever had.

  After we calmed down and were just lying in bed in that dreamy way you have after a really good time between the sheets, he seemed a bit worried and embarrassed about having hit me. The whole spanking thing was contrary to his nature even though it must have been obvious I was more than happy to be punished.

  Spanking made me wet. Not just normal wet, but “coating the tops of my thighs” wet. I knew it hadn't escaped his notice, because when he touched me between my legs after tanning my bottom, he'd been quite shocked.

  “You fucking loved that, didn't you, Kat? You're soaking!” he said.

  So I assured him as best I could that spanking me was perfectly fine and something I'd like to do again, in fact, it was something he could do any time he liked, as far as I was concerned. I hadn't thought I was a natural submissive up to that point. I usually acted more like a brat who had to get her own way, but the spanking taught me that, though I liked to test the boundaries, I felt safer when there was some kind of limit to what I could get away with. I liked someone saying “enough was enough.”

  I wasn't sure where that need for a limit had come from. My parents had been fairly easy going, and I could get away with murder with them. Perhaps boundaries were something I should have had as a child and never got, and I felt that I could get that missing piece of my past from Dan.

  Anyway, pretty soon, he got into the swing of things and not only did I get spanked and paddled fairly regularly, but I started to behave like an adult, taking responsibility for my behavior. I liked being spanked, but I liked it better that I was only spanked when I knew I deserved it.

  After a year or so, we got married. I loved being Dan's wife, and somehow we naturally progressed into having a relationship where I obeyed him in all kinds of ways.

  We were like an old-fashioned couple, but that suited us both. Though we both worked, I took responsibility for the cooking and the housework, while Dan did his bit by managing the finances and any maintenance stuff around the house or the yard, and the car too. I looked after him, and he looked after me.

  As well as doing everything he was responsible for, he made sure I kept my part of the bargain. His hand was always ready to correct me if I needed it, and I was always ready to present my bottom if I screwed up, and to be soothed in the best possible way after the event. It worked pretty well. We didn't have any kids yet, but we were pretty comfortable with that for now. There was plenty of time. I wasn't thirty yet.

  I sometimes wondered why I was so ready to give up control to Dan. I'd always been so feisty with previous boyfriends. I suppose, I knew I'd found someone I could trust and depend on for the first time. But I also felt he was a bit out of my league, though he didn't say anything of the sort—I don't think he thought it either. I knew he loved me. His father was in the diplomatic service, and Dan had spent a lot of time overseas, whereas I was a typical product of small-town America. I couldn't have imagined my parents being in charge of an Embassy, even a minor one. I didn't even own a passport before our honeymoon.

  Though I loved Dan, and I loved our lives together, there were just a couple of things that irritated me about him. I mean no one is perfect, are they?

  One minor blip was his love of watching every sport under the sun on TV, even the totally obscure ones. I could pretty much write off getting any attention if there was a major game on—and I think he forgot he had a wife during the Olympics. But that was a small point, and it didn't really affect me very much.

  The other problem caused me more trouble, and that was his tendency to invite everyone and his aunt to stay with us. He knew a lot of people from all over the world, and when they came to California, he wanted to be hospitable. Not all of them took up his offer of a bed, but quite a few did.

  There were lots of things I hated about having house guests. First of all, home was my refuge. It was where I felt safe and secure away from the outside world. I loved parties as much as the next girl, but home was where I recharged my batteries ready to meet the big bad world outside again, and I needed peace there.

  I also wanted Dan to myself. I didn't want to share our time together at home with strangers. We had sex a lot. We had it anywhere we wanted in the house, sometimes even in the yard, which was pretty secluded, and I knew guests would put a stop to our antics for a while. Worse, I knew Dan would not spank me while they were there. I mean, there's nothing quiet about spanking. Anyone who was in the house was likely to hear. And I needed those spanking sessions like a junkie needs his fix.

  As if that wasn't enough, there was the whole thing about having to be a perfect hostess and feeling like I never measured up to Dan's sophisticated friends from far flung countries. He would have a great time chatting about places and people I didn't know, and I often felt stupid and left out. I knew he didn't do it to make me feel that way, he was just having a good time with old friends,
but that was the effect it had.

  ***

  That summer, he invited old friends from London to stay—Alison and her brother Tom. I grumbled a bit, and he had to warn me not to moan too much. He said he couldn't do anything else, when they said they were flying over and would like to see him.

  When they arrived, all my old fears about not being good enough for my husband came to the surface, not helped by the blond hair, long legs and full-on sexiness of Alison, who I sensed from the first tepid greeting, didn't think much of me, but was very much all over my husband.

  Right from that moment, there was trouble.

  If it had only been that she had the hots for Dan, I wouldn't have minded so much. He was a good looking guy, and he was married to me, so “Hands off him, Lady!” I might have thought and just waited for her visit to end, but she was such a bitch in every other way.

  Dan and I were at work all day, but when we came home, it was to find the house in disarray. Alison and her brother had eaten breakfast and lunch and not cleaned a single dish or put the remains of their (our) food in the trash. I had to clean everything up, before I could make dinner. While I slaved away in the kitchen, she flicked through all the channels on TV or painted her nails or chattered endlessly on the phone. It was as if I was an unpaid slave, only worthy of her contempt.

  I tried to swallow my anger and make polite conversation. I really did. But I struggled to have anything in common with her except for our mutual lust for Dan, which, of course we didn't talk about. I wondered why she was not out and about like her brother visiting various places, but she said she was in California for rest and relaxation. She had a very stressful job, apparently, and needed a break. “Didn't we all?” I thought. “Mainly a break from you.”

  I held my tongue most of the time, but now and again I couldn't help some of my natural sarcasm slipping out. I saw Dan, giving me warning looks a couple of times. I knew he would spank me for my attitude when they had gone, but it was worth it. I could feel my inner brat resurfacing more and more each day.

  It would have helped if I'd known how long she was going to be staying so I could have counted down the days like a prisoner before her release date. But Alison had arrived with two large suitcases. She had enough clothes for a month without doing any laundry as far as I could tell. Given the skimpiness of her outfits, hell, she probably had enough clothes for two months.

  There weren't many bras in there, for sure. She probably didn't need them, because while normal breasts of her size naturally droop a little, hers seemed to be enhanced in some way so they stuck out in front without any help. But I only really knew she wasn't wearing some kind of magic chest enhancing bra by the state of her nipples which seemed to be constantly protruding through whatever blouse or t-shirt she was wearing.

  I knew Dan had noticed and enjoyed looking. What red-blooded heterosexual man wouldn't? But it wasn't helping me think kind thoughts about her. And when she coupled her nipple-showing tops with a tiny mini skirt or Daisy Dukes to hang around the house, it really annoyed me. I was no fashion plate, and I didn't dress like a frump myself, but my clothes were not designed to display my body so it could catch the eye of every man under ninety.

  I thought I was quite good at concealing my irritation so it did no more than bubble to the surface every now and again in a mild way, and then something bad just slipped out of my mouth. I couldn't help it. We had an open-plan house, so I could see Alison on the couch from the kitchen where I was frantically getting a meal together by myself as usual, and she decided she was having trouble unscrewing the top off her nail polish bottle, so she asked Dan for help. I couldn't help repeating under my breath in that simpering way she had “Dan, could you help me with this please,” and I added to the effect by waggling my tits as she had on the sofa and adding “because I want to show you all I've got.”

  Of course, they both chose that very moment to look my way, and Alison gave a little shriek of protest, while Dan just said, “Bedroom, now!” and I didn't think I could do anything else but go there and wait.

  “That was unspeakably rude,” he said. “I can't let that pass. You've been less than welcoming to Alison and Tom the past few days, but that was too much.”

  He pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties to my knees. And then he walloped me hard six times. I knew Alison would be able to hear those smacks, and presumably he knew it too, but he was so annoyed he didn't care.

  And it was all the more humiliating to know she would be aware of exactly what was happening to me. That spanking hurt just as much as it ever did, but the surprising thing was, despite the shame of it, I felt excited by feeling Dan’s hand on my bottom more than ever before, knowing that bitch could hear everything.

  “Now pull your panties down and take them off. You can stay like that all evening. Go out there and apologize to Alison.”

  I humphed a bit about having to apologize, but I went out there anyway.

  Alison was as ungracious as I expected her to be when I said, “I'm sorry, for being rude, Alison. Tough day at work, you know.”

  She just smirked at me and looked pointedly at my behind, letting me know she knew I'd been disciplined like a child. I could feel a blush creeping over my face, and there was something else as well—I was getting wetter as she looked down her nose at me.

  I just got on with the meal then. Alison's brother Tom came back from wherever he had been that day, and we sat and had dinner. I presumed I was the only one there without panties, and the only one with a bottom that was feeling tender on the hard chairs.

  As usual, I was fairly quiet that evening. While the others chatted away, I just focused on my food and drank the wine Dan had chosen to go with our meal that night. It was good wine. We all had a lot to drink.

  Alison kept talking about what a good time the three of them had had in London and about various clubs and parties they had all been to. I kept wondering what type of good time she had enjoyed with Dan.

  And then the conversation changed to talking about a recent riot in London that Alison had narrowly escaped from. She made remarks about how people were not as well-behaved as they used to be, and how they ought to be punished.

  “It would be good if they still had the stocks,” she said. “You know, like in medieval times. People would be physically punished for the least thing, and then they would think twice about misbehaving.” I noticed she made a point of looking at me, when she said “physically punished.”

  Tom said he didn't think being put in the stocks would make much difference. “We just need to lock them up,” he said.

  “But if the UK is anything like the US that just further criminalizes the ones you send to prison. A huge proportion get out and then commit another crime,” Dan said.

  “What would you suggest?” Alison said. “A good spanking?”

  “Pity she escaped that riot,” I thought.

  Everyone stopped talking.

  “What did you say?” Dan said. Apparently I'd murmured the words, not just thought them. Oh shit. This was not going to be good. They were all looking at me. I looked down, my heart pounding.

  “I'm sorry, Alison,” Dan said, “I don't know what's gotten into her today. She's totally out of line. Perhaps you heard us earlier, but that's how we sort things out here.”

  “Yeah, I could hear you spanking her.”

  “What? You spank your wife?” Tom said. “Isn't that well, you know…er, kinky? Does she like it?”

  Jeez, they were speaking about me as if I wasn't there now.

  “Ask her yourself,” Dan said. I was pleased he didn't join in with them ignoring me, but I was not so pleased about being put on the spot.

  “Do you like being spanked, Kat?” Tom said.

  Now, I was in two minds. If I said I didn't like it, it would be a complete lie. That was something I had agreed with Dan I wouldn't do. And, in any case, it would make Dan look bad because it would mean he was doing something against my will. But
admitting to liking being spanked meant telling two people I disliked what turned me on.

  “It's okay,” I said.

  “Just okay?” Tom said. “How can it be okay? Either you don't like it or you do. People are either into it or they aren’t.”

  “Oh I reckon, she's into it,” Alison said. “It's always the quiet ones. I think you should spank her now Dan for that remark she made, and we'll see how much she's into it.”

  The bitch! It was one thing for my husband to decide to spank me and quite another for her to suggest it.

  “Oh, we always do that in private,” Dan said. “I don't think I should.”

  “Do you know with spanking, I heard that people get off on the humiliation as much as the pain. You know, having their knickers pulled down, being spanked in front of others and stuff like that. Is that the case with you, Kat? Do you like having your panties pulled off?”

  I blushed, and they knew it was true, and I could feel myself getting wet with the shame of it.

  “Why don't we see?” Alison said then. “Come on, Kat. I expect you'll like it.”

  I looked at Dan, willing him to put a stop to this, but when he said “We can't pull her panties off, because she hasn't got any on. I made her leave them off earlier,” I knew I was lost.

  They all laughed, and I looked at all the empty bottles on the table. We'd all overdone it a bit and the effects were starting to show.

  “Perhaps Kat should put some on, so we can have the fun of removing them,” Tom said.

  “Or maybe she should have to prove she hasn't disobeyed you and really did leave them off. We ought to check that,” Alison said.

  Dan looked at me. He knew, no matter how much he'd drunk, they were going too far. But his eyebrows were raised in a question as if he was wondering if I wanted him to put a stop to it. Of course, I did, didn't I? But part of me wanted to see where this would go, wanted to be forced into doing things I didn't think I wanted to do in a million years. Part of me was getting off on the humiliation of it all, just like Alison said. Did Dan know me better than I knew myself?