A weekend like no other…
When Jason informs his young bride Melissa that he’s going away on a stag weekend, she uses her feminine wiles to try and keep him at home with her, then tries sulking. Her dominant husband deals with her tantrum by putting her over his knee.
After kissing and making up with him, she decides to make the best of the surprise he’s planned for her in his absence. Dreaming of a weekend at the spa full of pampering, she’s surprised when her boss’s Uncle Cyril turns up to collect her from work instead.
She is unhappy at the thought of spending the weekend as his submissive little charge, but when she allows herself to relax and throw herself into it, she’s pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
Publisher’s Note: This dark, steamy romance contains elements of power exchange.
“Melissa! That’s quite enough,” Jason snapped, his deep brown eyes locked on her watery blue ones. Her only response was to scowl at him. Running his hands through his short dark hair and huffing out a frustrated breath, he maintained eye contact with his young wife. “This trip has been planned for weeks. I’m not backing out now,” he told her firmly.
“But why do you want to go to Las Vegas?” she demanded to know, balling her small hands into fists. Setting them against her hips, her frown deepened.
“We’ve discussed this already. I can’t be best man for Paul, yet fail to turn up for his stag weekend.” Closing the distance between them, his voice more exasperated than angry, Jason touched a hand to her cheek.
She rolled her eyes and tutted. “You were second choice to be his best man, that’s how much he values you.” She spat the words out. “You owe him nothing.” His lower jaw dropped and he stared at her. Melissa’s demeanor changed suddenly. With a playful glint in her eye, she added, “Wouldn’t you rather spend the weekend here, with me?” Licking her lips seductively, she trailed a finger over his crotch.
Her frustration returned when Jason brushed her hand away and shook his head slowly. His lips quirked as his dark eyes twinkled with humor. “Nice try, sweetheart, but I spend every weekend with you. Much as I love our time together, we’ll appreciate each other even more after a short time apart. And as for me being Paul’s second choice for best man, of course he would rather his brother do the job. You’re well aware John turned him down, for the simple reason he’s painfully shy. I can’t let – correction, I won’t let – a good friend down. That’s my final word on the matter. Now please, just let it go.”
Melissa, however, was not prepared to let it go – at least not until she had said her piece. “Oh, but you can let me down?” she said, jerking away from him. “So what you’re basically saying is, after only six months of marriage, you’re bored of me already?”
Taking a deep breath, Jason stepped closer, grasping her face in both hands. He gazed into her eyes and his expression softened. “How could I ever be bored with you?” he asked. “I adore you, Mrs. Jennings. You’re my whole world. My life would be nothing without you.”
Melissa tried to stay angry, but as his lips pressed against hers, the tension flooded out of her body. Try as she might, she could never stay mad with him for long. And as he backed her onto the table, his nimble hands tugging her clothing aside, her resistance crumbled and the remainder of her bad mood evaporated.
Less than five minutes later, a flushed and breathless Melissa rose from the table, finger-combing her messed-up, long blonde hair. She attempted to cover her smug grin with a frown, but failed. “I’m not happy with you,” she said, her voice trembling as she pulled her panties up and smoothed her skirt down.
Jason grinned. “Really? That’s not the impression I was getting from you. Maybe I ought to try a bit harder this time.” His arms wrapped around her, his hands quickly moving down to fondle her ass.
Giggling, she brushed his hands away. “An encore is extremely tempting, but sadly we need to go to work soon. We could have had lots of fun this weekend, but you’ve made your wishes crystal clear. You’d seemingly prefer to spend your time with a bunch of drunken college morons.” Jason’s brow creased and his eyes narrowed, but she wasn’t about to drop her objections yet. Maybe there was room for some compromise. Besides, good sex always lightened his mood – and she had to admit, the impromptu quickie had been fantastic. If he was going to bend to her will, this was her perfect opportunity.
“You could always take me with you?” she suggested, in a last ditch effort to scupper his plans. She was sure that, once they were in a hotel room in Vegas, she could persuade him not to leave the bedroom at all. Leaning close, her eyes fixed on his, she trailed a long fingernail down his chest and waited for him to succumb to her charms.
“A woman on a stag weekend? I don’t think so,” he said, smirking as he touched his lips to hers. “I’ll be leaving later today, after morning clinic. When I get home on Sunday, we can have lots of fun making up for lost time.” Reaching around, he playfully swatted her ass.
Melissa scowled. He wasn’t going to change his plans. She already knew that before she attempted to stop him from leaving, but she really was going to miss him. It surely had to be worth one last shot. Pouting, she gazed up at him. “I don’t want you to go. You once promised me that we would never have to spend a night apart, ever. Was that a lie?” She blinked back tears, casting her mind back to the time they very nearly split up. She recalled all too clearly how lack of communication – and jumping to the wrong conclusion – had led her to believe Jason had another woman. He had to go away then, but had completed the three-and-a-half-hour drive from Manhattan to Boston, returning almost immediately so she did not have to be alone. He had promised her then that she would never have to spend a night without him. Tears stung her eyes at the memory.
He sighed and reached out to brush away a tear that slid down her cheek. “No, that wasn’t a lie, but it was a little foolish of me to imagine a situation like this would never arise.” Wrapping his arms around his sulky wife, he pulled her close. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on top of her head. “Please, stop now. I hate it when we fight,” he said, smiling as he combed his fingers through her silky blonde hair.
Her shoulders slumped and she let out a deep sigh. “Me too, but I’m going to miss you so much.” Her voice still carried a petulant tone. Snuggling into him, she rested her head against his chest, savoring the moment.
“I’ll miss you, too, sweetheart. Every minute of every day,” he said.
Releasing her grip on him, Melissa stepped back and stared into his face. Tears sparkled in her eyes and she swallowed back a lump in her throat. “But there are so many beautiful women in Vegas. What if you find someone you love more than me?” She regretted her words the moment they were out, as she watched his expression instantly harden. Doubting his love for her was the one thing guaranteed to rile him. The consequences of her actions generally made sitting down incredibly uncomfortable.
Quickly backtracking, she tried to undo the damage. “Sweetheart, I have no doubt that you love me. Of course I know that. And I love you too.” He continued to stare at her, his expression fiery.
“It’s just so hard to believe that a woman like me could ever be enough for a man as gorgeous and talented as you.” Her words were intended to flatter, but he looked far from pleased. “I’m certain you could do better, and sometimes I worry that it’s only a matter of time before you reach the same conclusion. I know you would never…” Her words trailed off when his eyebrows lifted.
Shaking his head, he gripped her upper arms. “I’m flabbergasted. I thought we’d got past your insecurities. We exchanged wedding rings only six months ago. Does that count for nothing?” He gave her a gentle shake.
Melissa shrugged her shoulders. “You wouldn’t want to go away if you truly loved me,” she said. “Who knows, maybe you are looking for someone else. A ring can be taken off easily enough, if you want to give the impression you’re single.” Fire flashed in her eyes. Jason’s face registered complete shock, but still she continued. “Well, maybe you won’t be the only one seeking pastures new this weekend,” she said, grasping her ring as if to remove it. Seeing the hurt in his eyes, she knew she had gone way too far. Her hands dropped to her sides and all the fight in her suddenly ebbed away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t. It was ridiculous. I said it in the heat of the moment.” Seeing his pained expression, she felt like a knife had been pushed right through her heart and twisted sharply. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could un-say it. Please, forgive me.” Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch his cheek.
Closing his eyes, he took a few deep, calming breaths. Opening them again, he looked down at her. “I imagine there’s beautiful women everywhere, but I never take the time to look. I’m not interested, because I have you. I love you. I couldn’t love you more if I tried. I don’t want anyone else. When are you going to get that into your silly little head?” he asked, tapping a finger against her temple. His eyes glinted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. Taking her hand, he kissed the gold band on her finger.
Gazing up at him, tears pricked Melissa’s eyes. Although her jealousy and insecurities almost wrecked their relationship in its early days, Jason had still married her. “I do trust you, but the thought of you being away from me – with a group of men, where alcohol will be flowing freely – I just worry you might unintentionally stray,” she admitted.
“Sweetheart, that isn’t going to happen. But you really do need to learn to trust me, because I can’t be with you every minute of every day,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her across the room. Melissa shuddered, aware she had talked herself into trouble. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my love?” A tear rolled down her cheek as she shook her head. Regardless of her at times unreasonable actions, he doted on her and never ceased to make her feel special. But despite his love for her – or perhaps because of it – he never allowed bad behavior to go unpunished.
Sitting down, Jason patted his muscular thigh. “Raise your skirt and lay across my lap. I’m going to remind you how much I love you, just in case you’re still in any doubt.”
Swallowing hard, Melissa stepped closer. She wanted to tell him this wasn’t necessary, but she knew it was – for both of them. Her hands trembled as she grasped the hem of her skirt and tugged it upwards. Shimmying her hips from side to side, she eased the garment out of the way. “I really am very sorry,” she whispered, glancing down at his stern face. Tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t need anyone else, nor do I want anyone else. I love you with all my heart.” His expression remained stern, but he gave a small nod. “I know you do.”
He had not asked her to bare her bottom, but she took a firm grip on the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, her eyes focused on his. She felt a pang of guilt, wishing her undergarments were being taken down for another quickie over the table rather than a spanking. Regretting her childish tantrum, she acknowledged she had an uncanny knack of only considering the consequences of her actions after she had landed herself in deep trouble. She really would have to work on controlling her temper.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling as he took her hand and pulled her forward, sending her tumbling across his lap. “I love you very much,” he told her, making her heart beat faster. A small smile curved her lips. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist. He patted the flat of his hand against her bare bottom, as he waited for her to answer.
Melissa nodded, clearing her throat. “Yes, sir. I’ve been selfish. I said some very hurtful things to you. I’ve acted like a total brat. I’ve…ow.” Melissa shrieked as his hand smacked down on her left buttock.
“Yes, you have,” he agreed, slapping her other cheek equally as hard. “You’ve behaved like a spoiled child, throwing a tantrum when you didn’t get your own way. You said hurtful things to try and make me feel guilty. That is not how you treat someone you love, young lady.” Sharp slaps rained down on her naked cheeks and Melissa squirmed. “Well, if you want to act like a naughty little girl, I’m more than happy to treat you accordingly,” he said, his hand bouncing off her smarting buttocks.
“No, I’m sorry,” she shrieked. The heat in her backside built up with every smack. “Go to Las Vegas if you want, if it’s that important to you. I won’t stop you.”
Jason’s hand stilled, before rubbing her right cheek gently. “Oh, I’m going to go, young lady,” he replied, a hint of humor in his voice. “There’s absolutely no doubt about that. I’m certainly not asking for your permission. Such a bad girl,” he scolded.
She squealed as he resumed her spanking, upping the tempo and making it impossible for her to remain still. “But it isn’t fair that you get a holiday and I don’t,” she complained, wincing when a sharp slap struck her upper thigh. “Ow, stop it, I’ve had enough!”
“Get up,” he said, sighing as he released her. Jumping to her feet, she reached down for her panties, surprised he had stopped at her request. That was definitely a first. Or maybe he had simply had enough of her, she thought, chewing her lower lip anxiously and blinking back tears.
“Leave them there, and your skirt,” he added, pointing to the short, tight garment bunched up around her waist. Her shoulders slumped when she realized he was not finished, but she was relieved he had not washed his hands of her. Yet she still felt the need to highlight the injustice of the situation. “But it isn’t fair that you’re getting a holiday and I’m not. We both work hard and deserve a break.” She pouted and stomped her foot, as she reached back to cup her tender buttocks.
Jason shook his head. “We had a fantastic holiday in the UK not so long ago,” he reminded her. She nodded, recalling their honeymoon. “But that was different.” Her lower lip jutted out further.
When he rose to his feet, Melissa took a backward step. His eyebrows raised as he pointed towards the corner. Swallowing hard, she took a further step back. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze, shuffling backwards, her hands shielding her backside.
“You will be sorry, when you’ve had a dose of the hairbrush.”
Her eyes widened and her hands dropped to her sides. “No, please don’t, that…” Her protests trailed off as his eyebrows rose higher, forming a large furry arch above each wide eye. “Corner,” he ordered, pointing once more. Lowering her head, she clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. “Yes, sir, I didn’t mean to make you cross,” she whispered, hoping a show of contrition might lessen her punishment.
“Just be grateful there isn’t time to give you what you clearly deserve,” he said. Gripping her elbow, he steered his partner to where he wanted her, swatting her bottom several times on the way. “I’m tempted to call Ben and tell him we’re going to be late, because you need a session with the punishment hose.” Melissa gasped when he shoved her nose first into the corner, placing her hands atop her head. She then yelped as a sharp slap landed on each thigh.
“If we didn’t have to leave for work soon, you’d be heading back upstairs for a long, painful punishment. If your behavior doesn’t improve, I might just make time,” he warned. She took a deep breath, shuddering as she recalled the awful rubber hose their boss, Dr. Ben Williams, had given Jason recently.
She brought to mind that fateful day, when she had been called into the doctor’s office. He had scolded her for accessing spanking websites on the reception computer. Instead of apologizing, she had tutted, rolled her eyes and asked what his problem was. She pointed out none of their clients had seen anything, before strutting out of his office. Jason, who had overheard the conversation, had grasped her wrist and led her straight back in, telling her to show some respect. When she put up a struggle, he had asked if she wanted to go across his knee. She had foolishly smirked and said “oh, yes please”. She winced at the memory.
At that time, Melissa had been shocked to find herself hauled across her partner’s lap, her bottom quickly bared. But the hard spanking he had given her in front of the doctor was regrettably not the worst part. She had begged for mercy, squirming across his knees, her bottom heating rapidly. But her ordeal had been far from over.
She had been horrified when Jason held her firmly in place, for the doctor to thoroughly grease her anus with his thick finger. She had whimpered as he fed a large rubber hose into her rectum. She had tearfully offered her sincere apologies for misusing the internet at work, promising that it would never happen again. Dr. Williams replied that her contrite behavior was too little too late, before administering a large soapsuds enema to her writhing behind.
Melissa blinked, trying to rid herself of the memory. It had been awful when her angry husband had sat with her and scolded her during expulsion, before spanking her again, using his hand and the stinging rubber hose. Thoroughly humiliated, her blush had deepened when she returned to reception and Dr. Williams handed the long length of rubber hose to Jason. He had claimed it was a good disciplinary tool to have at home. Uncle Cyril had apparently sent him several of them, after discovering their effectiveness with his naughty English girls. Melissa was relieved Jason had never seen fit to use it since, but the mention of it had her hands trembling.
“I see that’s got your attention,” he said, slapping her buttock. “Luckily for you, we’re pushed for time, so I’ll just fetch your hairbrush. Heed my warning, little girl, because if your attitude hasn’t significantly improved by the time I get home from Vegas, the punishment hose will be coming out. I might even ask Ben to come and assist me.”
Melissa shook her head, turning to face him. “No, please don’t do that.” Although her boss had punished her a number of times at work, the thought of being dealt with in her marital home by anyone other than her husband was too horrible to contemplate. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she thought of their neighbor, Mr. Wilkinson, who had spanked her on numerous occasions. But that was entirely different; Jason was generally present at those times, and it added spice to their relationship.
“I’m glad you find this funny,” Jason scolded, bringing her back to the present. Her smile quickly disappeared. “But I wasn’t…” Her protest was cut short as her displeased partner held a hand up to silence her.
“If you don’t want the punishment hose when I get home, you know how to avoid it. You can count yourself lucky you’ll only be going to work with a well spanked bottom today, young lady,” he said, turning her back to face the corner.
Melissa didn’t feel very lucky, as she listened to his heavy footsteps move up the stairs and across their bedroom floor. She tipped her head back and looked up towards the ceiling, imagining his hand closing around the handle of the solid wooden hairbrush that sat atop her dresser. It had never been used to brush her hair, but had been applied firmly to her bottom more times than she cared to count. She took slow, deep breaths as he continued to pace around above her. Crossing her fingers, she prayed he had not collected the rubber hose.
A couple of minutes later, he headed back down the stairs. His footsteps were considerably lighter than when he had gone up. She hoped that was an indication he had calmed down a little. Frowning, she listened to items being put down on the table, but did not dare to turn around and look.
She flinched when he gripped her elbow firmly, but did not resist when he guided her across the room to the settee. Glancing at the table, she swallowed as she saw a small butt plug laid between a mug and a tube of lubricant. Before she could examine the items further, she found herself being whisked across his lap. His heavy hand immediately resumed slapping her buttocks. At least he was warming her up before the hairbrush; or maybe he had relented and decided a hand spanking would suffice, she thought optimistically.
Her hopes were short-lived as Jason stopped spanking, but only long enough to pick up the hairbrush and crack it against her behind. She held her breath and clenched her fists as the brush bounced off her cheeks, building up a throbbing ache, particularly across her sit spots. She would almost certainly feel the effects when she sat at her desk later. His grip tightened around her waist as her squirming increased, until eventually she could hold back no more. Wailing in distress, her legs scissoring frantically, she begged, “No more, please, I’m sorry.”
He did stop, but only to adjust position. Raising his knee, he pushed her butt higher. Ignoring her pleas, he landed a volley of hard smacks to the exposed underside of each cheek. He never missed a beat as she clawed desperately at the settee, trying to break free of his iron grip. Eventually, when her butt cheeks were thoroughly reddened and her sit spots literally glowing, the brush was set aside. A very subdued Melissa slumped across her partner’s thighs. Her hands covering her face, she sobbed loudly.
Expecting to be lifted onto his lap and hugged, she was shocked when her buttocks were parted and lubricant squirted onto her tight rosebud. “No,” she protested weakly, but his finger pressed into her tunnel, greasing her thoroughly. “Please,” she whimpered, when his finger slipped back out. Gritting her teeth, she prepared herself for the insertion of the butt plug. It was not the first time he had used it as a punishment, making her travel to work with her anus uncomfortably filled. Melissa let out a whimper and he responded with a gentle pat to her buttocks. “Almost done,” he said. “It’s so much easier when you’re a good girl. But if you learned to behave in the first place, this wouldn’t be necessary.”
Sighing, she tried to relax. She was surprised when the item poked into her rectum was not the expected butt plug, but a large, wet chunk of soap. It started to sting as it was pushed deep. She did not need to see it to know what it was, or what effect it would have. “No,” she protested, arching her back and attempting to rise. “Please, no.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, removing his finger and giving her buttock a firm slap. “You being good didn’t last for very long. Naughty girl,” he scolded. Melissa let out a squeal of protest as a small butt plug was then eased into her behind. “That’ll hold it in place until we get to work – or longer if you make it necessary.” The warning tone in his voice was not lost on her. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the thought of travelling to work in such a manner, but knew if she objected he would make her sit at her desk with it still in place. Laying still, she reluctantly accepted her fate.
“That’s better,” he said, his voice less strained as he patted her behind. “Just a few more, I think,” he added, pressing his hand down against the small of her back and picking up the hairbrush. “This will hopefully remind you to behave yourself,” he scolded, whacking the brush down hard at the center of each buttock. She yelped each time the solid wood made contact with her already tender behind. “Be good and the plug will come out when we get to work. Continue with this behavior and you can keep it in all day.” She grimaced as his words were accompanied by solid smacks to her stinging buttocks. “Do you understand?” he asked, landing a hard swat to the top of each thigh. Wailing, she reared up, before collapsing over his lap. “Yes, sir,” she whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Very well,” he said, putting the brush aside and helping her up. “And don’t forget, I leave at lunch time today. If your behavior makes it necessary for me to leave your butt plug in, Dr. Williams will be removing it later.” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. No way would she allow that to happen. She had no doubt he would decide another spanking was in order; and he spanked even harder than Jason. “He also has my permission to tan your backside,” he warned, confirming her fears.
Tears blurring her vision, she threw her arms around Jason. Her bottom stung unbearably and she was desperate to rub away the sting. The soap irritated her insides, and despite him using their smallest butt plug, she was well aware of its presence. But even worse was the pain in her heart whenever she made him angry enough to punish her hard. Clinging to him, she whimpered her apologies, desperate for acknowledgement that he still loved her. She did not have to wait long before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Rocking her comfortingly, he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I was so naughty.”
His hands moved down to her scorched buns and rubbed gently. “I’m sorry you were naughty, too,” he agreed, patting her behind, “but you’re forgiven. And I love you, too. Don’t ever forget that.”
Melissa smiled and nodded, pleased their relationship was back on steady ground. “I know you love me, but it’s nice to be reminded,” she told him.
Lifting her off his lap, Jason smiled as she stood in front of him. Her eyes widened as he reached around and pressed on the base of the butt plug, before helping her into her panties and skirt. “Now be a good girl,” he said, swatting her butt as he picked up his suitcase. Pouting, Melissa grabbed her handbag and went outside to wait in the car, while Jason locked up the house. She vowed to behave, so her ordeal would be over as soon as possible.