Episode 3: The Cheating Wife
It was midnight and George
Walker sat alone in the dark, waiting for his young wife to come home. The
longer he waited, the angrier he became. It wasn’t just that she was out
on the town again or the fact that he expected her home an hour ago. It
was the gnawing, bitter, certainty that she was having an affair.
The first sign he’d
noticed was when she became really secretive about her phone. There was a
time when she would happily leave it lying around or even lend it to him.
Now she kept it hidden. It clearly held secrets that she wanted to keep
from him. Then there were the
unexplained gifts. Things she claimed to have bought herself but somehow
that explanation didn’t add up. Then last month there was a
valentine’s day card. “All my love, Bobby” it said. When he tackled
his wife about it she just shrugged. She said she didn’t know any guy
named Bobby and she couldn’t be blamed for the behaviour of some secret
admirer. He had dropped the card in the bin but he noticed later that she
had discretely removed it and hidden it somewhere. And now there was the
most damning evidence of all, she had started wearing expensive perfume
and makeup and dressing more sexily than she had ever done in their two
years of marriage.
George looked at his watch and gave an annoyed snort. Where the Hell was she?
He knew it was
absurd to be sitting here waiting like an irate parent. He had met
Stephanie three years ago and thought he was the luckiest man on earth.
There relationship attracted a fair amount of criticism because she was
only twenty-two and he was thirty-nine but somehow the age difference
didn’t seem to matter. They loved each other and within a year they had
married. But the age difference did matter. They had different needs,
different desires. George wanted to relax when he came home from work but
Stephanie wanted to play. Recently things had gotten worse. George
frequently had to work late and all too often he came home to find
Stephanie was already out with her friends.
A rattle at the door
brought George out of his gloomy reverie.
He sat up as the door creaked open and Stephanie crept into the
room. She switched on the light and gave a start when she saw George
waiting. He stared at her with anger in his eyes.
Stephanie shuffled off her
leather coat revealing a little stretch black dress that was so short it
was barely decent. It was cut low displaying her full round breasts and
clung to her narrow waist emphasising her figure. Her pretty eyes were
glazed with drink and her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in
dishevelled tresses. She looked gorgeous and sexy and it infuriated George
that she had been out dressed like that.
she said. “Erh…”
“Where have you been
until this time,” George barked. “Who have you been with and why, why
are you half naked?”
Stephanie bristled at
George’s aggressive tone and his unreasonable interrogation. “How dare
you speak to me like I’m a child,” she snapped. “What are you, my
husband or my father. Let me tell you I’ll wear what I like and see
anyone I want.”
“No you will not!”
George answered, getting to his feet.
“Oh? And what are you going to do about it? Send me to my room? Ground me? Put me over your knee and spank me? I’m not some teenager who…”
faltered when George strode towards her. “That’s a damn good idea,”
“D… don’t be ridiculous George,” Stephanie cried wide
eyed. She backed up to the door in an involuntary attempt to protect her
bottom, something she hadn’t had to do for many years. “You can’t be
But George was deadly
serious and Stephanie squealed as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her
over to the couch. In one smooth movement, before Stephanie could regain
her balance, he hauled her, face down, over his knee and laid a strong arm
firmly over her waist, pinning her in place. He rested his hand on her
soft round bottom where her dress stretched tight. The dress was so short
it had ridden up, revealing a hint of her white panties and the gentle
swell of her bottom.
Stephanie just had a brief
panic filled moment to glance back over her shoulder before the fearsome
punishment began. She yelled as the first few smacks cracked against her
bottom stinging far more than she could have imagined. Her hand flew back
to protect herself as she begged for George to stop. Her bottom writhed
and she kicked her feet wildly. But George just pushed her hand aside and
He was in no mood to offer
mercy or forgiveness. Weeks of pent up fury drove his hand to delver a
spanking his deceitful wife would remember for a long, long time.
Stephanie bucked and fought but she couldn’t escape the relentless
barrage that had her bottom blazing.
George,” she begged between cries and howls. “Stop! I’ll be good.”
She didn’t really know what she meant by being good, she was just
desperate for the spanking to end.
George hesitated then
lowered his hand slowly and let it rest on her bottom. “Are you going to
carry on dressing like a tart?”
“I don’t dress like a
tart,” sniffed Stephanie quietly, fearful that her answer could trigger
another spanking. She reached back and gently rubbed her bottom. “This
is what everyone wears these days.”
“That might be what
girls wear when they want to attract the attention of every sex hungry
male,” said George, “but it’s not appropriate for my wife.”
Stephanie tried to push her way to her feet but George tightened his hold
on her waist and slipped his hand under the hem of his wife’s dress. He
gently stroked her sore bottom. “Now,” he said, “lets talk about
“Wrong answer,” said
George, pushing Stephanie’s dress up to her waist.
“Nooo!” she pleaded,
but it was too late. George angrily dragged her panties down to the middle
of her thighs.
Stephanie struggled, cried
and fought but she could not escape the retribution that rained down on
her bare bottom. The second spanking was just as long and ferocious as the
first and soon Stephanie’s bottom was a deep and stinging red raw. The
spanking would have gone on longer but between her howls and sobs
Stephanie managed stutter the words that eventually stopped George in mid
“I… I… swear George.
You are the only man in my life. Y… You have to believe me!”
The sincerity of
Stephanie’s words hit George hard, cracking the conviction that his wife
was seeing someone else. He release his grip and Stephanie slipped to the
floor where she knelt clutching her stinging bottom. She looked tearfully
up at George.
George buried his face in
his hands, confusion and despair washing over him.
“Fuck George, that
really hurt,” said Stephanie, starting to grin through her tears.
George uncovered his face,
shocked at his wife’s reaction. He’d expected her to start screaming
“God knows I’ve tried
to make you spank me sometimes but I never thought you’d be so… good
“Tried to make me spank
you?” queried George, sounding very confused.
“Yes. And don’t
pretend you didn’t find it exciting, putting me over your knee. I felt
that hot tell tale bulge in your trousers.”
“Are you telling me that
all this has been an act, just to get a spanking? You’ve put me through
“Well, no… actually…
It hasn’t all been an act. Not deliberately anyway, but I suppose I sort
of hoped…” Stephanie shrugged as she let her words trail off.
“You little minx,”
said George, starting to smile.
George helped Stephanie to
her feet. Her panties fluttered to the floor and she kicked them away. She
pulled down her dress and winced as the clingy material scraped over her
sore bottom. George took her in his arms. She looked up into his eyes and
slightly parted her deep red lips. They kissed, long and hard then
wondered hand in hand to the bedroom.
The next day, after George had gone to work, Stephanie sat
hugging a mug of strong black coffee. She loved her husband and she hated
deceiving him. Guilt was eating away at her. She was going to have to come
clean and own up to her relationship with Bobby. But how could she do
that? Could there be a way to
keep seeing Bobby without losing George?
It was two weeks later,
two-o-clock in the afternoon that George arrived home unexpectedly and
made a discovery that finally forced Stephanie’s hand.
When George entered his
house, he was surprised that there was no sign of Stephanie. No sign
except the disturbing sight of discarded female clothes that laid a trail
towards the bedroom.
George headed quietly up
the stairs and as he came close to the top he heard the unmistakable sound
of girlish giggling and the creak of bedsprings. The bedroom door was open
and there, on the bed, he found his wife writhing in a passionate embrace
with her lover.
George’s arrival had
gone unnoticed and he strained to hold back the bellowing fury that
threatened to burst from him. Seething with rage, he decided on an
alternative, more satisfying way to break-up the fun of the tightly
He crept over to the
dressing table and picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush that his wife
always used to untangle her long tresses. Then he returned to the bed.
Luck was on his side. His wife was on top, or so he thought. Her soft
round bottom was uppermost and undulating. George raised the brush high
then smacked it down with a loud and stinging thwap! In his rage George
didn’t noticed that the girl’s bottom wasn’t in fact that of his
wife, even when young female stranger arched her back and howled. Her
partner, however, didn’t release her. Instead the girl found herself
locked in place by her partner’s tight hold around her waist while
George blindly unleashed his fury on her bottom, turning it a deep
scarlet. She kicked and struggled and tried to reach back but there was no
escape. It was only when the entwined couple rolled over together that
George realised that both lovers were female and the pristine bottom
presented for punishment this time was unmistakably Stephanie’s.
George wasn’t about to
be distracted by the fact that he had just soundly spanked the wrong girl.
He was incensed by his wife’s betrayal and with his anger bubbling to
the surface, he laid into Stephanie’s undefended bottom. Stephanie
yelped with each whack and within a few seconds she reached her pain
threshold and she tried to roll away but her partner had other ideas.
Stephanie had thought it amusing to hold the girl in position while George
mistakenly spanked her. Now was her chance for payback. She wrapped her
legs around Stephanie’s thighs and her arms around her arms and waist
and held her firmly in position, unable to move and unable to reach back
and defend herself, howling until George had fully exhausted his rage.
When the punishment
finally stopped, the two girls rolled apart. Stephanie winced as she
reached out and pulled over a bed sheet to cover her nakedness and that of
her lover. Both girls stared at George with a touch of fear in their
tearful eyes, their faces flushed.
“Erh… Bobby, this is
my husband George,” said Stephanie, her voice a little croaky after
screaming and crying her way through her spanking, “and erh…George…
meet my… lover, Roberta Sinclare.”
George was stunned. Heavy
feelings of shock, defeat and depression weighed down on his shoulders as
he stared in disbelief at his wife and her pretty young lover. How could
he have been so wrong about his marriage?
“George, I know how this
must look,” said Stephanie, “but it’s not what you think. You must
be thinking our marriage is built on a lie, but its not. I… I love you.
I love having sex with you. It’s just that I have other needs as well,
needs that I share with Bobby. Please, don’t let this be the end for us.
We can make this work George. I know it’s a shock but…but…. why
can’t we all stay together? We can carry on as we always have, husband
and wife. And Bobby and I can carry on seeing each other as well.”
George was still too
shocked to speak but his jaw dropped and his eyes bulged at his wife’s
continued. “We can all benefit. We can carry on having a loving marriage
and fantastic sex… But now, you’ll have two naughty girls to spank.”
“I… I… need a
drink,” said George.
He wondered away in
shocked silence, his mind churning wildly over thoughts of losing his wife
completely or sharing her with her lesbian lover. He poured himself a
massive whisky and took a long gulp. Then he started to smile. That Bobby
really was a mischievous looking brat, he mused, and the thought of being
able to frequently put her and Stephanie over his knee really did sweeten
the bitter pill. Maybe it could work after all.
In the bedroom, Bobby
turned to Stephanie. “When you asked me to move in with you and George
you didn’t say anything about letting George spank me.”
“Oh come on,” said
Stephanie. “You know you love it and George can spank much harder than I
“You can say that
again,” grinned Bobby, rubbing her bottom and wincing.