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She came in the front door, her shoulders soldier straight, her eyes closing as soon as she turned the lock willing the day behind her.  As soon as he touched her he sensed that his plan had to change.

The stress of a week of deadlines had been building a predictably prickly hedge around her and the thorns were not selective of those barbed – deserving or not, everyone who even tried to come close was subject to the barbs.  Before he left for work that morning after she’d told him to ‘f*** off’ over a simple suggestion, he’d warned her.  Shortly before noon she responded.

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“It’s bad honey.  I need you to spank me, really spank me,” she sobbed into the phone when he answered.

“Good for you sweetie,” he answered.   “We’ll take care of that tonight.”

“Hard?” her voice trembled.

“Hard,” he assured her.

“Thank you.”  Her words were barely audible, but there was an audible and palpable relief exchanged with them.

“I love you,” he answered affirming her trust.

But, now, as he wrapped his arms around her, tipped her chin up to greet his lips, he knew spanking was not in the cards tonight. 

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For the last several weeks, work had begin approaching a nadir of distress for her.  Responsibilities added by turn over and change, added to by unforeseeable complications borne of having acquired skill with software by the seat of her pants without ever being allowed or offered the opportunity to be educated about its limitations & nuances, had hit the wall with a reprimand that was beyond unfair.  Predictably, she’d sucked it up and then dug in to the impossible task of mastering and grasping the things she couldn’t have known or anticipated and the complete absence of resources to help (which of course why she’d ended up self taught in the 1^st place).  The certain knowledge that she was doomed to fail, would make mistakes no matter how meticulous she tried to be, simply due to volume, and still had to produce perfection had her spinning and feeling helpless.

She’d been feeling it bleed into her home life for days, and had to admit to herself that she felt significant relief when he issued his warning to her that morning.

As her day spiraled even further into the abyss and every effort met a barrier, she closed her office door, let tears borne of futility stream freely, and pulled on her resolve.  What mattered most?  What could she do to help herself cope?  Change her boss’ conflicting expectations of how she should direct her energies –meticulously at the details or globally at the 30, 000 foot view?  No.  She’d already realized that, that was just his mouth puppeting whatever pressures and expectations had trickled down from above him to produce his knee jerk.  No, this pressure was a cyclic fact of corporate life.  It was transient if stressful.  What was most important was home, the support system that gave her the strength and reserves to cope and even thrive doing what she did.

She knew what she had to do and after letting her tears flow and her resolve gel properly, she looked at the clock, assuring it was a good time, and picked up her phone.  Hence the phone call relayed above, that reverberated in her mind all day.

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Her anxieties were able to ease for an hour or so, but the pressures of the day escalated well beyond the walls of the usually significant island of calm that normally came of knowing that soon she would writhe through a cathartic release and find peace and perspective.  She was trembling when she locked her office door well after 7 PM (her normal quitting time was 5:30PM).  “I can’t do it tonight,” she sighed stepping down the back stairwell to the parking lot.

Pulling into the driveway, she had virtually no memory of the drive home, only of the anxious mixed feelings.  What she didn’t expect was his instincts, and now, as his arms and lips accomplished what no amount of thought centering yoga, meditation or self talk could have, she relaxed.

“Come let’s just be quiet for a while,” he tugged her wrist toward their bedroom.

“OK,” she sobbed.

“It’s been a rough few weeks hasn’t it?” he pulled her under his right arm, tight to him as he led her across the family room.

“I think this guy wants to wash me out this time honey,” her sobs turned to full blown heaving tears.  “One week he’s at me for being too wrapped in the details, the next I’m being crucified because a software problem produced a glitch that I never could have anticipated.  It’s a pure accident that I discovered it at all!  But it’s all my fault!”

“Tell me,” he soothed.

“She knew on Friday why we were doing this.  Her staff called her Saturday and Sunday with questions about why some stuff was missing and if we needed it all.  She KNEW why we were doing this!  She knew!  When I got that call Saturday did they ask me the most important question they had?  NO!  They asked the stupid question; the one where I had to apologize and direct that of course we need it all.  If there hadn’t been a big upheaval about what the whole thing was going to cost and a demand that I cull the numbers, but make sure that representative records got in, I never would have discovered that a whole subset of records – the most important subset -  was completely missing.”  She leaned hard into his side, holding him tightly. 

“Tell me.”

“She knew it honey!  She knew on Saturday and when her staff asked her and she told them to keep their mouths shut and just ask the stupid question.  Today, three days later, three days after the issue could have been corrected, the day we were supposed to ship everything, today when I asked the worker the question of why the primarily important things weren’t even on the list and now in the pile to be shipped, you know what I was told?  -  ‘Hey ma’am I only do what I’m told to do.”  So when I asked was she actually told not to ask me about what she knew was missing, she just shrugged and tried to get away.  Why would her boss do that to me?  She knew the purpose of this project!  She had even more than peripheral knowledge of it!   Imagine if the whole job had been sent out for the whole cost unquestioned and the results came back with nothing for the primary subject of the review?!  How could she tell her staff to keep their mouths shut about a detail that she knew was wrong?  Even if she didn’t know it was a software issue not my error, how could she just let a significantly expensive project go forward with so much waste involved without allowing the critical question to be asked?  How could she?”

“Ask her,” his response was so male. 

It made her elbow him, smile and giggle.  “Damned right I will ask.  Piss everyone off even more.”  She knew the smoke screen.

“I think we need something a bit gentler than spanking tonight, ok?” he lifted her face to his and kissed her.

“Ok?” she kissed him back, though her eyes stayed focused on his looking for a hint of his plan.

“You’re wired and trembling, and everything behind it is real.  I could whip you to submission, but I’d rather ground you.  Will you trust me?” he nuzzled he neck and began working her blouse and bra off.

She felt instant security.  Though the sobs and tears that flowed freer now made the front of his shirt slick and wet, it was all good.

She found herself being made nude, helping her husband achieve the same state while the bathtub filled.  Filling the tub took some time, perfect for assuring both were together with all distractions excluded.  Their connection became just them.

Scrubbing each other was cleansing, and though he lifted her around to mount him, her pussy slipping fully onto him wet and slick from both suds and her body’s natural needy lubricant, he had another plan.  He allowed just a few blissful rocking thrusts before lifting her up and helping both stand.  Towel sheets roughed off external water and then their mattress and sheets took on the remaining cleansing dew.

“I love you!” he grinned roughly spreading her thighs.  “You’re brilliant!” his mouth took her vulva.  “You’re mine,” his tongue spread her lips, found the slick juices that made him chuckle with the knowledge that she was equally his, that he didn’t need her words.

Gently he used his tongue to collect and spread her sexy dew between the lips that belonged to her very deepest and primal needs.  His tongue and teeth took care to ease her to a place where only they existed.

When he felt the tell tale gripping of her thighs and feet around his neck and upper back, he fully lapped her clit with his flat tongue, then tensed and pressed the back of it over and back across the top of her swollen hard clit.  

“Wait!” he teased as he took her to the edge.

“Hmmmmm!  Please?” she panted.  Her mind wanted nothing more than a long protracted period of bliss, her body might have other plans on her though.  

A deep repetitive probing of her cunt by his tongue followed by warm silken stroking up and down the sensitive tissues between both sides of her pussy and then several breathy hot flicks of her clit nearly took her climax, but he blessed her with what seemed like an anatomically impossible sudden penetration of his thick long cock.

They both gasped feeling the thrust take them too close to their finish.

He stopped once fully seated and ground her slick entrance, and she panted to hold back the loss of senses that might rob her of release with him.

“Fuck me!” she gasped.

“Love you 1^st?” he bit her left ear knowing that for them there was virtually no gap.

“Yes please!” she whimpered, tears from earlier threatened.

And he did.  He fucked her.  She came fast, her body taken far outside her mind’s inhibitions into a safer place.   She came again, crying out simply from primal appreciation, and she came last even harder just after he did, her last blissful contractions milking his.

******

Perfection would have shut all stress out, but it didn’t.  

Supper was calm though.  Some things she’d been keeping secret were out now as they should be.   The distress she’d been experiencing was now on the table.  Legitimacy  between them wasn’t even part of the equation.  It was.  It’s easiest for them when worry was irrelevant.  This time it wasn’t.

******

Come morning, in the hope that a physical and more substantive memory might help her with public peace, he pulled her awake across his lap. “Bend over Patty,” he commanded as soon as she tried to get up.

“You still need this?” he asked after his hand exploded on her bare bottom 4 times.

“Yes,” she croaked, sleep had not let go of her body, though her needs had been with her all night through dreams.  

100’s of sound whaps burned her bottom.  She had to go to work, if he made her bloody there’d be a problem yet that seemed to be his goal.  

“It wasn’t all my fault!” she cried.  

“Partly?”  he whapped her very hard.

“If I’d had fair training and even if I had the experts didn’t see it coming either!”  she tried putting her hands in the way to milk that last verbal comfort.  The truth made its way into his heart, but it didn’t soften this approach.

He spanked her too hard and had her crying inconsolably.  No amount of begging, negotiating or recrimination had any effect on his effort. 

She needed it.  Se really needed it

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