“Stop!”  I squealed when I felt Grady’s hand on my exposed ass.

“Last chance.”  His voice was more rigid than I was used to, almost a growl.  “Promise me you’re not going to steal again, or you’re going to get a spanking that you’ll remember for a long time.”

As much as the first few smacks stung, it was actually kind of exciting being across Grady’s knee.  I wasn’t sure I wanted a real spanking, but I was still having fun.  He was going to have to do better than the few smacks he had already given me if he expected me to just submit to his will and do what he said.  I knew it was stupid to steal, but I wanted to be able to give him a gift and things got out of control after that when I saw that the security guards were too busy with the rest of the shoppers to pay attention to me. 

The holiday rush was in full effect, so I helped myself to several items, even going back for more a couple of times.  The holidays were the best time to steal since they were more concerned about getting the products on the shelves in front of people that would buy them than keeping them locked behind the counter.  It wasn’t like I was stealing the latest model of anything, but the older stuff still sold pretty well.  I looked over my shoulder at Grady and pouted.

“Well?  Are you going to listen to me or do I have to spank you?”  He looked at me with a serious expression on his face.

“You’d never hurt me—I’m your wife.”  I pulled against his grasp again, trying to get free as I continued to tease him.

“Clearly you don’t know very much about me.”  He brought his hand down a little harder.  “I guess you’re getting a spanking.”

“I guess so.”  I wiggled my ass at him.

I underestimated Grady—a lot.  The instant I wiggled my ass, his hand came crashing down into it and the spanking really began.  His hand bounced from one side of my ass to the other fast, barely giving me a chance to recover before he was delivering another stinging smack.  Even with the sting getting more intense each time his hand came down, it was still fairly exciting.  I was completely at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.  The more I squirmed, the harder the spanking seemed to get and when I peeked over my shoulder, I saw that my ass had turned a shade of pink.  Grady definitely wasn’t holding back. 

His hand kept coming down and even though my pussy was getting wet from the excitement of being across his knee, it was still starting to hurt.  I felt myself losing control and it was the first time I had really felt that.  I was always either in control or figuring out how to shift things so that I was.  The control evaporated and there was something about it that awakened feeling I didn’t know I could experience.  My hips started to shift involuntarily and I threw a hand back to stop the sting that was slowly turning into a burning sensation across my entire ass.

“Have you had enough?  Are you ready to promise me you’re not going to steal anything else?”  His hand came to a rest on a spot that I wasn’t blocking and I could feel the heat that the spanking had created burning against his palm.

“Well...”  My thoughts were getting twisted in my head.  On one hand my ass was hurting from the spanking, but on the other hand, the feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.  “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Okay then.”  He pulled the hand that was covering my ass away and pinned it to the small of my back.  “I guess we’re not done.”

His hand started coming down so fast that it almost took my breath away.  The burning sensation was amplified with every smack.  I stretched my hand out when the pain really started to build but he had it pinned in a way that not even a finger could reach my ass.  The rhythm changed and instead of bouncing from one side of my bottom to the other, he started delivering multiple smacks in one location, even drifting down to the tender spots at the bottom of my ass which really stung when they were at his mercy. 

My pussy got so wet from the excitement of what he was doing that my lust smeared between my thighs as I squirmed around on his lap.  I didn’t want him to keep spanking me, but I couldn’t shut off the valve he had turned on that made me crave it.  I started to lift my ass up towards his hand each time it came down, willing accepting the next smack to the point I was almost begging for it.  It took several minutes for the pain to overwhelm my desires.  I collapsed across his knee and felt the excitement turn to actual punishment and my ass started to truly suffer.

“Ow!  I’m sorry!  I won’t steal again!  I promise!”  My words came from a place deep within me that had never been tapped before.

“That’s all you had to say.”  His hand slowed down, delivering several more hard smacks before it finally concluded.

He let me stay on his knee and recover for several minutes as his hand gently caressed my punished flesh.  It was hot to the touch, radiating with the heat of both my desires and the punishment he had given me.  I felt my pussy getting even wetter as he caressed me, and his finger started to move between my legs and lightly graze it.  It was like dynamite and his finger was the match.  My pussy wasn’t just wet—it was swollen with desire.  His touch instantly brought me to the brink of an orgasm and when he moved his finger to my clitoris, I started to convulse from the exhilaration of my lust. 

He rubbed my clitoris in a circular motion and it took less than a dozen rotations for me to start squirm against his leg again.  The pressure built so fast that I could hardly stand to be touched and after a few more rotations around the tight bundle of nerves, the pressure released.  I squeezed his leg and shook as I started to cum, biting down on my bottom lip while moans roared from within me.  He kept moving his finger in the same rotation until I was completely spent and my body finally relaxed.

“No wonder you didn’t give in very easily.  You were enjoying yourself.”  He chuckled and pulled me off of his knee.

“Yeah.”  I leaned against his neck.  “But that wasn’t enough, I want more.”

My hand moved down his torso and started to caress his cock through his jeans.  He was already rock hard.  I unbuttoned his jeans and he helped slide them down until his cock was exposed.  I sank down onto it, feeling it go deep in my pussy.  I started to bounce, feeling the sensations that had been present before my orgasm build up again.  My hands latched onto his shoulders and I slammed my body into him so hard the couch began to creak.  I couldn’t control anything I was feeling.  I wanted more—I needed another release so bad it was burning me up from the inside and I thought I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t feel it again. 

He held my hips and started to bring his cock up as I descended.  He drove himself so deep that my head rolled back and I saw stars.  I moved my hips as fast as I could, making each thrust consume me until I was close to another orgasm.  Grady’s fury was like unbridled passion and I could feel him beginning to throb inside me.  It seemed that spanking me had turned him on as well because he was about to cum sooner than he ever had before when we were together.

“Keep going—just like that.”  He grunted and started to breathe heavier.

“I’m gonna cum again!”  My body seemed to soar into the heavens each time I lifted up and when I descended, it was like crashing into earth with the full force of orgasmic bliss.

The couch continued to creak underneath us, getting pushed to the limit of what it could withstand.  It felt like my body was doing the exact same thing, but I wasn’t sure I had any limits.  I could have rode his cock for eternity and still craved more, but the orgasm building inside me had a limit I was approaching fast.  Grady’s cock pulsated against my g-spot, making it surge with pleasure to the point I could have just stopped and let him stay there until I erupted, but I needed to feel the explosion of his lust meeting mine.  Every ascension into the heavens and crash into the earthly plane of pleasure brought him closer and when he let out a gasp, I knew he was at the same point I was. 

The cum shot through his shaft like a cannon, erupting inside of me as he filled my pussy with his hot, sticky cum.  The explosion of his desire consumed me and the orgasm took hold, making my body ache until there was nothing but pleasure from head to toe.  I continued moving against him, letting the spasms from my orgasm milk his cock until there was nothing left and my body was spent.  I sank down for the last time, leaving him buried inside of my pussy as I leaned against him and felt his hands move along my back and pull me closer.

“You didn’t hold back.”  My words were tangled in my throat and came out with a gasp of exhaustion.

“Neither did you.”  He gasped as well, keeping my body pressed tightly against his.

That night I dreamed of the life I fantasized about as a child, the one that had always consumed my thoughts of what I would have when I grew up.  The children were no longer faceless beings playing at my feet.  One was a boy that looked like a younger version of Grady and one was a girl that looked like a younger version of me.  Although I never saw Grady in the dream, I knew I was married to him and he was the one responsible for everything around me.  There had never been a husband in the dream before, although I always knew I had one in order to have the wonderful life my mind created.  I couldn’t help but want that life with Grady.  The way I felt when I was with him had begun to transcend lust and desire.  It was turning into something more—something I had never felt with anyone else. 

We hadn’t discussed the future at all.  He hadn’t shown any signs that he was leaving or that he was unhappy, but he also hadn’t committed to anything.  Our marriage wasn’t exactly founded on the same principles a normal marriage would have been built on. 

I woke up the next morning with a feeling I had never experienced—fear.  Fear over losing someone I was head-over-heels for.

***

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT to watch this?”  I curled up next to Grady on the couch with a bowl of popcorn as he flipped on the television.

“I may not be on speaking terms with my brother right now, but I do want to watch the draft.”  Grady put an arm around me and flipped the channels until we saw Dane’s face.

“If you hadn’t stolen me away, I would be right there—so would you.” I grinned and looked up at Grady.

“I’m perfectly fine where I’m at.”  He leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead.  “Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”  I nodded and smiled wider.  “Wait, he has a new girlfriend?”

“It looks that way.”  Grady’s eyebrows raised as the camera showed the table and Grady’s hand interlocked with a blonde woman I didn’t recognize.

“What a tramp!”  I narrowed my eyes at the television and chuckled.

“Takes one to know one?”  Grady winked at me as I pretended to be upset, even though I had no emotional connection to Dane at all—seeing him on television completely confirmed that.

Dane was drafted first and as soon as they called his name, he stood up and planted a kiss on the blonde woman next to him with more passion than he had ever shown me.  The camera even caught a glimpse of his tongue being shoved in her mouth.  She fanned herself after it was over and sat down with her cheeks flushed red.  I knew that was meant for us to see, but I didn’t care.  Dane accepted his jersey, put on his hat, and thanked God—typical for him.  He returned to his seat and that was the only part of the draft Grady wanted to see. 

He flipped to another channel and we found a movie to watch, although our fingers were already tracing each other and we were more interested in getting to the bedroom than what was flashing on the television screen.  We finished our popcorn and immediately started to kiss before the movie was even halfway over.  His hand went under my shirt and started to pull it over my head, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door.  I sat up suddenly and looked at Grady with concern.  He gently pushed me away and stood up.

“Stay here.”  He motioned to the couch and walked towards the door.