1. Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 5: Consequences


    Date: 6/2/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    organizational and leadership skills. She was a problem solver, consensus builder, and big picture thinker - an unusual set of skills for an accountant. As she went through her day, letting her assistant handle many small matters and giving her attention to the people in her meetings, a part of her mind worked on what to do about her relationship with Sean. By three o'clock she'd come up with a plan. It was a bit of a gamble, but it just might work. When Sean got home that evening Pamela greeted him at the door with a freshly made martini. He kissed her, on auto pilot, took the drink, sipped it, and said what he always said, "man, that's good booze," a paraphrase on Jackie Gleason's famous line. "How was your day?" Pamela asked. "Fine. Yours?" "We roll out our new male grooming line next week. Today we approved the final launch details with the marketing team." "Cool." "Sean...I did a lot of thinking today, and I'm sure you did too, and I think I have a solution to our problem." "Oh? More internet hook ups?" Pamela smiled. He was still angry. That was perfect for what she had in mind. If only he didn't go too far. "No, dear. I know you're angry with me and that you have valid and unarguable reasons for being mad." "Tell me something I don't know." "That's what I'm going to do." Pamela got up and walked to where Sean was sitting in his favorite overstuffed chair with its untidy pile of newspapers next to it, folded her hands in front of her, and looked down at her feet. ...
    "Sean, I've been a very bad girl." "Yes, you have." "I should be punished, don't you think?" "Yes," Sean said, drawing the word out as if a sudden thought had occurred just as he was uttering it. Pamela dropped to her knees and put her head on Sean's thighs. "Please punish me for being bad, sir," she said, taking a wooden spoon out from under the chair where she'd hidden it earlier and placing it on Sean's lap. Sean was silent for a long moment. Pamela could hardly breathe. This was it. He would either do what she planned for him to do and they'd get past this, or he would get up and walk out, disgusted with her. "Stand up, Pamela." "Yes, sir," she said, standing, still looking down. "Remove your skirt. Panty hose and panties too." Pamela smiled inwardly. He HAD figured it out. It was the only way for him to save face and keep loving her. Without a word, she complied, standing in front of Sean naked from the waist down. Sean stood, picking up her skirt and removing the belt. "Hands behind your back." Again, she did what he asked without a word. He used the belt to secure her hands, then led her to the sofa where he sat down, pulling her over his lap, her bare arse pointing at the ceiling. She heard the whoosh of the spoon as it traveled through the air and then felt the sharp sting as it connected with her right buttock. "You've...SMACK...been...SMACK...a...SMACK...very...SMACK...bad...SMACK...g irl...SMACK..." Pamela was crying, half in pain, and half in joy that he was getting ...
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