By Callipygian
Damon stayed up until his daughter had served her penance in the corner. By then it was late enough.
“Sorry Daddy,” Mari sniffed.
He ruffled her hair and then kissed her forehead. “Just think about things before you do them and do your homework,” he told her as she scurried away to bed.
Then Damon set about checking the doors and windows before turning in. It was an old ritual and not strictly necessary, but he did it anyway. Satisfied he climbed the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife.
The bedroom door was firmly closed and he paused to offer the panels a sardonic smile. Then he opened the door and stepped inside.
As expected, Lana was standing to face the corner dressed only in a short shift that barely covered her broad round hips and stopped where the cleft of her bottom began. Damon stiffened where it mattered and paused to admire his wife.
Her long blonde hair was now cascading over one shoulder in front of her or else it would have fallen to her bottom and he would have been denied the view of her tight curves. He did not speak and nor did she, but he heard her gentle expectant breathing.
On the bed she had left out her long handled hairbrush, jet black and polished shiny from unorthodox use. He hefted it and sat down where it had lain.
“I am pleased that you have opinions and can express them,” he said, his gaze never leaving Lana’s bare bottom, “But what did you do wrong?”
Lana licked her lips nervously and shifted a little where she stood. “I argued with you after a decision was made and I contradicted you twice.”
“You did. Your penance does you credit. Do you think I should be lenient with you?”
Lana stole a glance backwards to regard him with sad eyes. “No husband,” she said.
“Come here then, across my knee,” he said gently and reached for her.
Turning about, Lana’s face flushed as she came and stood at his side and allowed herself to be lowered across his lap. This placed her hips pressed to his thighs and her bare bottom presented upwards and vulnerable. Now her head was down with her hair trailing and her legs were together heels up on his right side.
“I haven’t spanked you in a while,” he murmured and cupped her bottom with his hand.
She could feel his erection and the sensation fed her own growing arousal. “Much to my chagrin,” she whispered, “You have been neglectful, I blame you for my lose tongue.”
“Oh, so it is my fault?” he chuckled.
“Yes,” she said with a pout.
He patted her bottom and his manhood twitched. She felt it and became breathless. “You left out the hairbrush; I didn’t ask that of you.”
“I am a little… more than a little…” she pumped her thighs and her arousal redoubled. “You will have to spank me long and hard or I won’t be punished properly. You know it takes the edge off.”
He smiled and gripped her bottom cheek firmly.
“Spank me until I beg you to stop… need you to stop… and then… then don’t stop,” she was breathless now.
“Who is in charge here?” he asked and menaced her bare bottom some more with is hand.
“You are,” it was a promise and a plea.
“I’ll spank you until you can’t sit down tomorrow,” patted her twice where she could feel it.
She gasped. “Spank me until I can’t walk straight,” her voice was thick now and she squirmed at her hips feeling the wetness there, “Make me beg, make me cry, make me…”
He spanked her bottom hard and sharply and she hissed and kicked her heels. Then he followed this up with another spank and was amused by her reaction.
“Please,” she whispered, not knowing what or why she spoke.
The spanking began at pace, loud heavy swats one after the other, each finding a new surface to bite and each leaving growing pink patches. She gasped and whimpered at each impact, her heels kicking even as her fist gripped the side of the bedclothes.
“Maybe I should stop and have you kneel,” he said, the spanking not pausing and landing hard and fast. Her bottom was changing from deep pink to a healthy red.
She groaned and made a girlish protest as she focused on the growing sting as her bottom drew small circles in his lap. He thought he might cum at this and reached for the brush. Taking her arm he pressed her more over so that her bottom jutted upwards and broke some contact with his cock.
The brush slammed down and she yelled. He did not pause, there were more spanks and then more, he set a vicious pace and Lana bucked her hips and her ankles crossed as she tried to bear it.
“Noooo,” she yelped; it was a lie, but it felt good even so.
“Are you learning a lesson?” he said.
“Yes,” she grunted.
He spanked on and on, his wife’s bottom now glowing and a deep red, framed by wheals and welts.
“Damon,” she screamed, “Damon, please.”
He ignored her and spanked all the harder.
“Really, no the gods, I’ll do anything,” she started to cry.
His cock twitched and she felt it. She wanted it, she wanted it all…
“Are you going to behave?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, Damon I’ll be good,” she sobbed, she was crying in earnest.
Her bottom was a state and he would have ended in other circumstances.
“Please, I’m sorry, please, no more, please,” she was shrieking, “I’ll do anything.”
Damon put down the brush and explored Lana’s red hot curves with his fingers. She continued to beg, but she was desperate now. “Go back to the corner,” he told her.
She clambered up and obeyed him inelegantly.
“Now that’s a properly spanked arse,” he said, “It is a pity we’re not done,” he said. He sounded like a theatrical villain.
Lana was heaving with sobs and he bottom was two rounds of fire. He let her calm herself for five minutes or so.
When he finally released her there was a hunger in her eyes and he supposed she was cooked. Threats always kept a girl off balance and suitably humbled. “On your knees or over mine?” he said, relishing her mouth where he needed it most.
Lana let her mouth hang open a little in arousal and then reached down and picked up the brush. She handed it to him slowly and then put herself back across his lap.
“Is that the best you can do?” she said.
***
At breakfast Lana seemed unaccountably happy; as happy as Mari was downcast. The latter had opted for standing up at a side table to eat, a decision that brought a lot of smirks and comments from Eleni, although Lori tried to be more diplomatic.
“Why don’t you sit down and join us?” Damon said to his wife.
None of the girls noticed but she turned and blushed, briefly sticking her tongue out at him. Then she turned and pretended to busy herself in the kitchen.
“There is a seat for you here, the one with the cushion,” Damon added.
Lana gave him a sharp look and nodded at the girls as she signalled him to stop teasing her. Mari was too wrapped up in her own inability to sit down, and the older women’s attention was more on her.
“No really, you should join us, unless you prefer to stand,” Damon said.
Lana picked a plate and added eggs and meat to it with a bread roll and went to stand next to Mari. “Fine,” she said. She was flushing furiously.
“Lana why…?” Eleni finally noticed, “Oh…” she looked back at her plate and grinned. Even Mari notice now and she brightened up some.
“Lana and I had words last night,” Damon explained as he took a healthy forkful of food.
“Why don’t you just send to me the corner too,” Lana pouted.
“I already did that, remember?” Damon countered.
Lana, Mari and Eleni’s jaws all dropped simultaneously, but only Lana was blushing. Then she gave her husband a look.
“I see no reason the girls shouldn’t know,” Damon continued. He was smirking along with Eleni. Only Lori was truly uncomfortable.
“You,” Lana gave her husband an old-fashioned look. Then she saw Mari smiling next to her and she shrugged. “It looks like you and me are in the same boat kid,” she said ruefully and affectionately shoulder barged her stepdaughter. Lana ignored the squirmy comforting embarrassment that crept over her. She quite liked that the girls knew she had been spanked, but she would never admit it.
***
After breakfast Damon asked Lori to join him at the court so they could arrange the paperwork for her adoption. He waited while she considered, he could see the expression her face and her anxious anticipation.
“This is so sudden; I have only been here a few days… can’t we…?” To Lori this was crazy, not that it was happening, but that she wasn’t as resistant as would be reasonable.
“You have been her less than two,” Damon said.
The shock floored Lori. Surrey already felt like a life time ago. Yesterday or something like, times were different here. Her world was evaporating and she was being swallowed by this one like a pearl in an oyster.
As they left the house Lori’s mind was racing. She felt like Alice down the rabbit hole. She also felt nauseous. “I can’t… this is too much… this is…” there was panic now, such panic and she ran.
She ran and ran some more. She didn’t know the streets but she found them anyway, turning this was and that looking for a road out. Briefly she found the port, but she remembered she wasn’t allowed here on her own. An odd thought for a woman running away, but she swerved it anyway and headed up a lane she didn’t know.
Lori found a field, a big one, wide and open grassland; odd that there were no fences so close to town. Then she remembered the temple and stopped. She was doubled over panting knowing the temple was what she needed. She turned to look for it high on its hill above the town, she could think there. She scanned the rise behind for it.
Confused she stood and looked about. There was no temple, no town even. She span around conscious that she was standing on a wide open grassy plain. There were no mountains in on the horizon, just an endless sea of grass.
“Where the hell am I now?” she groaned.
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