Free Unexpected Top (Ball & Chain) by Cassandra Carr

turn-on.
    Picking up the ruler, she gripped it firmly, not wanting it to fly across the room and take out something breakable. She landed the first smack, and a longer vertical line appeared right on the fleshy part of Len’s ass, eliciting a louder grunt. Cissy spanked him several more times, moving more methodically with the ruler, down over the curve of his ass and onto the tops of his thighs. When the ruler bit into the crease between his ass and thighs three times in a row Len hissed and tried to move away. Cissy grabbed him around the waist with her free hand, knowing if he wanted to get away he still could, but maybe the psychological factor of having her hold him down would be enough.
    He immediately stopped struggling but turned his face into the back of the couch. She glanced down. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was frozen in a grimace. Was she really hurting him? She didn’t know how far she should go, and she hadn’t even started on the hairbrush yet. If she didn’t keep her word and spank him with all three implements it would be hard to get him to accept her as his disciplinarian.
    Abandoning the ruler, Cissy got a good hold on the hairbrush and smacked it down on the fullest part of his ass. Len cried out and she repeated the action on the other cheek. Between the spoon and the ruler, his ass was now turning a darker pink, and the hairbrush left even darker marks. But she had a feeling she shouldn’t end the spanking just yet. Though Len was obviously in pain, he wasn’t crying or making promises or any of those things the website talked about.
    Cissy’s arm was starting to burn, but she continued on, laying the brush into every inch of Len’s ass and a few inches down the backs of his thighs. He was gasping and groaning at each contact, and when his ass started to turn from pink to crimson and she heard a strange noise, definitely involuntary, leave his mouth, she stopped.
    Len turned and hugged her, wincing as he put weight on his spanked ass. He was crying. She hadn’t seen it or even heard it since he’d tried to bury his face in the couch cushions, but he was. He burrowed into her neck and she felt his lips skim over her skin. “Thank you.”
    Her head snapped up and away so she could look at his face. “What?”
    “Thank you.”
    “I-I hurt you.”
    “I asked you to. And I needed it.”
    She felt tears well up in her eyes despite her best intentions to remain in control. “Are you sure?”
    He turned more fully, wincing again. “Yes, I’m sure. Honey, I need you to be strong. There are so many freaking emotions running through me, I can’t handle you breaking down. You didn’t hurt me. Well, I mean, the spanking hurt like a, well, I know how you hate hearing me swear, so let’s just say it hurt a lot. But you didn’t injure me. I’ll no doubt feel this for a couple of days, but with how much I’ve hurt you, I should feel some of it back. And more.” Len swiped at the tear starting to streak down her cheek. “So am I forgiven? At least a little bit?”
    Cissy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Yes, honey.”
    “Good, because I’d really like to make love to my wife if that’s okay. If you don’t want to so soon after spanking me, that’s okay too, but for some reason even though you spanking me hurt like the dickens it kinda made me horny too.”
    Cissy looked down. Either Len’s erection hadn’t flagged during his spanking or it had recovered quickly. Truth be told, she was puzzled how he could’ve gotten off from something like a spanking. It had to be humiliating, didn’t it, not to mention painful? Her husband had been over her lap with his shorts and boxers down around his ankles, his ass bared, getting spanked by his wife. What was sexy about that? She knew there were different types of spanking, but she hadn’t intended for this one to be a sexy spanking. It was a punishment. Maybe it didn’t matter to him.
    For her part, in some ways it was