When Love Means a Spanking

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When Love Means a Spanking

Jagger and Alexandra practice domestic discipline

By

Lemon Knight and Joy Standing

Saturday, 6:55 a. m.

Cozy Bedroom of Jag and Alex

Alexandra Jing Wang stretched lazily under the covers. Her five-and-a-half-foot frame was cocooned in warmth as honey between two pieces of toast. She sat up and the sheet fell to her lap. Big mistake. The air nipped at her cheeks and nipples like touching cold porcelain. She quickly retreated back into her little cocoon. She turned her gaze to her husband, Jagger Watson, who looked effortlessly comfy in his forest green t-shirt. With a smile tugging at her lips, Alex wiggled closer to Jag, seeking his warmth.

Alex crawled on top of Jag and gave him a full body to body hug. Her legs slipped off and hugged his legs. Alex smiled. "Jag, sweetheart, are you awake?" Alex murmured, peeking out just enough to shoot him her most adorable, sleepy-eyed look.

"I'm awake now."

"Do you think you could be a hero and crank up the thermostat? I'm cold and naked." She wiggled feeling the warmth of his body.

"I could do that but, where are your clothes?"

"I didn't put any on last night after sex, just in case you wanted seconds.

"Are you saying it is my fault you are naked? I seem to recall being naked last night and afterwards I managed to find a t-shirt."

"Well, you are smarter than me." Alex slid down Jag's six-foot-long body kissing his neck. She felt his nipples respond to her sucking. She ran her fingers through his dark brown chest hair. She slid down to his navel and used her little finger to check for lint.

Jag felt Alex probing his navel. Jag laughed, "That tickles."

"Just checking, I still remember that mouth full of lint I received when I stuck my tongue in your belly button." She made it down to his penis and it was beginning to stir. Alex smiled. She put her mouth on Jag's penis. It responded to her moist lips and her tongue. She cupped his balls with her hand. A little more sucking and the penis was ridged. "Well, if I blow this big, huge cock, will you turn up the thermostat? She punctuated her sentence by sliding her mouth down the cock and then back up the cock and finishing with a loud slurp.

"It's a deal."

She nibbled on his cock lightly and licked it. Her tongue licked the head and then licked it from his balls to the top. Her mouth warm and moist started sliding up and down his shaft. She cupped his balls. Jag came right away and Alex swallowed the warm cum. She cleaned him with her tongue.

Jag uncovered himself and turned up the thermostat.

Saturday, 7:55 a. m.

Kitchen of Jag and Alex

Alex padded into the kitchen and immediately smelled coffee. Her black hair had been brushed into submission. She sat down wearing pink sweatpants and a pink sweatshirt. She had warm fuzzy slippers on her feet, also pink. She had her tablet and started answering emails. "Jag, Auntie Iris, and Auntie Rose are going to be visiting from Hong Kong. My family wants to know if we can put them up."

Jag smiled. "Absolutely, yes. They are adorable and make wonderful food. I put on 10 pounds the last time they stayed."

Alex typed in a reply and put the tablet down. Jag put coffee down on the table adding a little milk to his cup and leaving Alex's brew black. Jag had added blue jeans and socks to his outfit. He sat down with yesterday's mail and a steak knife. Jag asked, "How's the job hunting going?"

"I think I stand a better chance of being attacked by a tiger."

"Stay away from the zoo. You will find a job. You have a Master's in Education from Stanford University, a black belt in Wing Chun Kung Fu, a black belt in Karate and almost made it on the US Olympic Archery Team. Maybe you could be a bouncer? Remember that old Patrick Swayze movie?"

"Stanford Cardinals do not become bouncers." Alex picked up her tablet and wondered out loud. "Do bouncers make good money?"

Jag opened an envelope and saw it was junk mail. Without reading it, he tore the envelope, and its contents in half and set it aside. The next envelope was the electric bill and he wrote the date he received it and set it aside to be paid. Then three pieces of junk mail were torn in half and placed in the pile. The next envelope had a return address of Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia (MPDC). Jag opened the envelope and noticed three speeding tickets all belonging to Alex Wang. They were past due. Interest had been added. One of the tickets showed Alex doing over 100mph. Jag looked at Alex. "I am holding a past due notice on three traffic citations. What happened to the original invoices?

"They must have been lost in the mail?"

"Alex, what happened to the original invoices?"

"I must have taken them and forgot to mention them."

"Alex, we have talked about your speeding before. You could hurt someone or hurt yourself. And how do you get above 100mph in Washington DC?

"You go out about 1:00 a. m."

"You went out at 1:00 in the morning to speed?!"

"I couldn't sleep so I filled the gas tank. It is easier to get to a pump."

"Alex, we will talk about this later. You need to figure out a way to stop endangering your life."

Jag poured himself a second cup of coffee. Alex decided she wanted pancakes. When the grill was hot, she poured batter. The pancakes sizzled. She expertly flipped pancakes on the griddle.

The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the relaxed atmosphere, a stark contrast to the tension that often accompanied their discussions about Alex's driving habits.

Jag's mind wandered back to the previous week, when Alex had received another speeding ticket. Jag had been frustrated, feeling like they'd had this conversation countless times before. He'd tried to be patient, but the worry lingered - what if Alex's recklessness put herself or someone else in harm's way?

As Alex slid a fluffy pancake onto Jag's plate, their eyes met, and Jag sensed a flicker of awareness. Alex knew Jag was concerned, and Jag knew Alex was aware of her own tendencies. The unspoken understanding hung in the air, a reminder that their conversation about domestic discipline was looming.

Saturday 12:00 p. m.

Stein Park, Walking Path

Jagger and Alexandra decided to take a walk in the park. The day was beautiful. Birds were chirping, and several couples were walking. After a mile or so, Jag found a bench and sat down. He pulled two bottles of water from his pack and gave one to Alex. Jag asked, "Do you want to start or should I?"

Alex knew what the conversation would be about. When something troubled Jag, he frequently took a walk to get outside and think about the problem. "You start, please."

"Alex, your speeding is a problem. We have talked about it before and you improve a little but fall back into old habits. Going out at 1:00 a. m. is not a solution. You could hurt yourself or someone else. I texted Bill Clark our in-house counsel where I work. He's not a traffic citation lawyer but he said the penalties could involve a significant fine or jail time. He said a good lawyer should be able to plea bargain the felony to a misdemeanor. That will reduce the chances of you being put in jail. I read that article about domestic discipline. Would you like to elaborate?"

Domestic Discipline refers to a type of relationship dynamic where one partner, takes on a leadership role and exercises authority over the other partner. In a DD relationship clear boundaries and rules are established and the leader enforces rules, expectations, and consequences. The leader holds the submissive partner accountable for their actions, using discipline techniques such as spankings, time-outs, or removal of privileges. The goals of domestic discipline vary, but in our case the focus would be on personal growth and self-improvement."

Jag sensed Alex was done. "Wow, that came out of left field. So, for example we agree that there will be no speeding. If you speed a consequence could be time-outs, loss of privileges or a spanking. Somehow, I don't see time-outs or loss of privileges working. Do you?"

"No, I don't see that working."

"So, what we are talking about is spanking you for speeding."

"Jag no one wants a spanking. Well, some people do. But I don't want one. It's kind of like when we were in school. The principal had a paddle and it was more of a threat and once in a while it was used."

"But if I determine you need a spanking, it will be something you do not like. I will make it memorable. A couple of pats on the bottom won't change any behavior."

"I understand that. I think this will work."

"You're sure this isn't some kinky sex thing you want to try?"

"No, it is a small change in direction for our relationship."

"OK, let's think about it."

Jag and Alex started walking again enjoying the afternoon sun. Jag was thinking about spanking Alex. It seemed medieval and at the same time, definitely an out of the box solution.

Alex's thoughts were elsewhere. "Jag, what do you think about getting a dog?"

Sunday, 7:00 a. m.

Cozy Bedroom of Jag and Alex

Both Jag and Alex were naked. Neither were anxious to leave the warmth of the bed. Their conversation turned flirtatious. Alex asked, "Are you capable of spanking me? Have you spanked anyone before?"

Jag's response was firm but loving. "Are you serious about stopping dangerous behavior that could get you or someone else hurt?"

Alex nodded earnestly. "Yes, of course."

Jag's expression softened. "Then there won't be a reason to paddle your butt. If you're concerned because you've never been paddled before, we can plan a paddle night."

Alex's eyes sparkled with amusement. "A paddle night? Are we talking about buying a ping pong table?"

Jag chuckled and shook his head. "No." Jag had his hands on Alex's breasts. Alex had just kissed Jag. Her lips barely touched Jag's lips. Alex used a little bit of tongue. She felt Jag shiver. She kissed him again, a little bit harder.

Alex felt her nipples harden from the wet warmth of Jag's mouth sucking one nipple, then licking the areola completely around the erect nipple and sucking it once more. He moved to Alex's other nipple and repeated the process. "Alex your nipples are like number 2 pencil erasers."

Alex said, "That's romantic. I'm so hot, just thinking about pencil erasers."

Jag smiled and deeply inhaled Alex's perfume. Alex never wore too much perfume. Just enough to stimulate Jag's senses. "Jag blew on the wet, erect nipple and could feel a shiver in Alex.

Jag whispered, "Alex in my reading, we have to set up a domestic discipline agreement. If we can work through that process, then I am willing to try it."

Alex kissed her way down from Jag's lips to Jag's chest, to Jag's penis. It responded quickly. A little shifting under the covers and soon they were in position 69. Jag shivered when Alex licked Jag's penis. A large kiss with a tongue slipping around the head made the shiver linger.

Jag's tongue slipped into Alex's vagina. Alex breathed deeply and whispered, "You won't be sorry. I think this is the push that I need to stop speeding."

Jag licked Alex's vaginal lips. His tongue strayed upward to the clitoris. A few quick flicks and Alex moaned. "You say that now but, what happens when I have to spank your ass?"

Alex kissed Jag's penis. She lightly ran her fingers up and down Jag's legs. She felt Jag shiver. Alex sucked on the penis and ran her fingers across Jag' thighs.

Jag slipped a finger into Alex's vagina and used his finger to lightly rub Alex's g-spot. He heard a sharp intake of breath. Jag used his finger once more and Alex breathed deeply.

Time slowed as each reached the point where they had to let go. Afterwards, they played twister under the covers and ended up face to face. They kissed and cuddled.

Monday, 7:00 a. m.

Kitchen of Jag and Alex

Jag felt the warm liquid travel down his throat. Jag loved the deep dark roast coffee. Alex sat down with her coffee. Jag asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Aunties will be arriving soon so I am going to make up the guest rooms, stock both the pantry and the kitchen."

"That sounds like an all-day project."

"I'll still have time to job hunt."

"I'll be home early today. I have a late meeting that is closer to home than the office so I'll just come home. I want to talk about domestic discipline."

Alex stopped drinking coffee. "Okay. Anything you would like to share with me?"

"Tonight." Jag gave Alex a peck on the cheek and a slap on her ass. Jag walked away to dress for work.

Alex suspected that was a clue to the discussion tonight.

Monday, 4:00 p. m.

Kitchen of Jag and Alex

Jag brought two glasses and a chilled bottle of white wine to the table. Alex sat down and wondered where this was going to go?"

Jag had his laptop open. He poured the wine. "I have thought about domestic discipline and if it will stop you from speeding, I am for it."

Alex smiled. "So, you like my idea?"

"I'm not sure but I have given it a lot of thought. The purpose of this meeting is to create an agreement to establish a disciplinary framework for addressing your speeding behavior, with the goal of ensuring safety and responsible driving habits."

Alex shouldn't have been surprised as Jag was very organized. She was curious about the agreement."

"First, we need rules. Let's keep it simple. I propose One, you will drive safely and responsibility at all times."

The wine was cool going down Alex's throat. "That seems very broad. Shouldn't it be limited to speeding?" Alex took another sip.

"This is easy to measure," explained Jagger. " The goal is zero speeding tickets, zero traffic tickets, zero parking tickets, zero insurance claims. All very measurable."

Alex thought about it. "Okay, next."

"Two, you will obey all traffic laws and regulations, including speed limits. This is a continuation of the first rule."

"Okay."

Three, you will take 10 traffic school courses. Each course will provide a minimum of 20 hours of instruction."

"That is 200 hours of traffic schools. That seems excessive."

"Says the woman who has 5 pending traffic tickets. You need to learn the rules of the road and good defensive driving techniques."

Alex, thought it was harsh but, she knew she could not win this argument, maybe they could discuss it later. "Okay."

"Four, trust and honesty are expected. Any lying or omissions will be dealt with by me separately."

"What does that mean?"

"If you get a traffic ticket and do not tell me you have broken two rules."

"Okay, I agree. How come you don't have to follow any rules?"

"I do. Just wait and you will see. Next section is on Disciplinary Actions. Per mutual consent, I will spank you as necessary to correct unwanted behaviors. This is what you want? Right?"

Alex thought about it. It was becoming real. She did want this. "Yes, that is correct."

"The procedure is simple. I will administer disciplinary actions in a calm and controlled manner. You will accept disciplinary actions without resistance or resentment. Aftercare and reconciliation will follow each disciplinary action."

"So, you are in charge."

"Yes, I am in charge. There will be a formal review every 6 months. Either of us can cancel the agreement at any time. Just provide written notice."

Jag handed Alex a copy of the agreement. Jag had already signed it. Alex looked at it and with a little trepidation and she signed the agreement. "Okay, we are doing this.

Alex went and returned with another bottle of wine. She filled each glass and asked if they were done?

"There are two more actions tonight. One, here is our journal. You can see the date where I announced a domestic disciplined agreement had been reached. And I signed it. We record everything. Tonight, list any and all tickets, etc. It is time to confess. Anything that comes in tomorrow will be dealt with in accordance with our agreement."

"I can do that. What is the second action?"

"In 10 minutes, we will have a zoom meeting with Miss Zora, she is the owner of Zora's House of BDSM. We are picking out a paddle tonight." Alex was taken by surprise. Jag really had thought this through."

It was 9:00 when Jag came to bed. Alex was reading a romance novel on her tablet. Jag asked, "Alex, are you okay?"

"I am fine. The paddle Zora recommended is beautiful. I can wait a very long time to try it out."

Jag smiled. It had been a productive evening. "I am all for it being a never used keepsake, if you stop your reckless driving."

Alex smiled. "I like that idea. Could we talk about the 200 hours of traffic school?"

Jag got up and returned with a large wood spoon. He asked Alex to get over his lap so they could discuss the school clause.

Alex was surprised. "Jag, what is that for?"

"We don't have our paddle yet but I believe this will work just fine. I know you think ten is too many courses. Crawl over my lap and let's see if we can come up with a mutual agreement amendment. I thought ten was a little low." Jag brandished the large, wooden salad spoon.

Alex thought about it and said, "Upon further reflection, I think ten is a perfect number."

Jag laid the spoon on his night stand and he and Alex cuddled a little before falling asleep.

Tuesday, 7:00 a. m.

Kitchen of Jag and Alex

Alex was drinking coffee and scrolling down her tablet. She was looking at traffic schools and found one that teaches racing. Sounds like a traffic school to her. The website showed pictures of cars and stated Le Man's Racing School provides drivers the confidence to reach speeds between 200 mph and 300 mph. It is a weeklong course and Alex loved it. She created an account and signed up. She was excited.

"Jag, I just signed up for traffic school. It is a weeklong course."

Jag smiled. The agreement appears to be working. "That is great. Please send a link so I can review the course."

Alex wasn't expecting that. It's a simple request. Maybe he won't read it? "It's in your email."

"Thank you."

Thursday, 7:15 p. m.

Great room

Both Alex and Jagger were having decaffeinated hot tea. Jag muted the television and said "We need to talk."

Alex knew what was coming. Jag had read about the course. Of course he had. He reads everything.

Jag sipped his tea and asked, "How does driving at 200mph help you become a better driver?"

Alex moved in closer to Jag. She rubbed his t-shirt and kissed his cheek. "I am glad you asked. I will be safer at any speed."

"I don't see how driving on a track without stop signs, traffic signals and bad drivers improves your driving abilities."

Alex caved quickly. "Okay, it will not count as one of my ten courses.

Jag smiled, "Excellent, I won't ask you to bring me the paddle."

Alex smiled. She escaped being spanked. And she felt proud that Jag was taking an interest. "I'm sorry, I know how you have been itching to spank me." Alex kissed Jag on the cheek.

"I have not been itching to spank you. We have an agreement. If you break a rule one of the possible consequences is spanking. And if I don't spank you the agreement is worthless."

Alex dropped her hand to his lap. She used the heel of her hand to rub up and down his zipper. His cock started stirring and a few more rubs it was rock solid. "Come on be honest. You can't wait to have your paddle smacking my ass," whispered Alex.

"Alexandra Jing, you know that is our paddle not my paddle."

Alex felt her gut clench. When Jag used her first and middle names, she knew it was a warning. She unzipped his pants. Unbutton the blue jeans. She slid her hand into his pants and squeezed his cock. He gasped. She pushed a little more. "You must be thinking about my ass displayed before you while you take aim with the paddle," she whispered. Abruptly she stood dropped her pants, slid her panties down her legs and started to remount and stopped.

Alex grabbed Jag's blue jeans at the cuffs and said "Lift up." Jag lifted his hips and pushed his underwear down his legs. Alex pulled the jeans off and threw them on the wood floor. She grabbed his underwear and his underpants joined the jeans on the floor. Alex remounted Jag.

She kissed him. She felt his cock against her vagina. "May I ask a question?"

Jag looked at his wife's body. Strong and lean. Alex was athletic and it showed. He grabbed her ass with both hands. "If you must."

"Let go." Alex slid off Jag and picked up her satin panties from the floor. She wrapped them in her hand and rubbed Jag's penis with the silky-smooth panties. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Jag enjoyed the sensation. "Yes, it feels good."

"Then why don't you wear panties?"

Jag perked up. "What?"

""You heard me. Why don't you wear panties?"

"Because I am a guy and I am not into cross dressing."

"I'm not asking about you wearing a dress although I think you would look sexy in a kilt. I am asking why you don't wear panties? Think about the silky material next to your cock all day long. " Alex climbed onto Jag and straddle his lap. She pressed his penis against her vaginal lips and rubbed the panties up and down his shaft.

"My guess, my parents purchased plain white underwear for me and I wore them all though school. In college, I switched to boxers. No, I will not wear panties." Jag bent forward and wrapped Alex in his arms. He drew her closer and kissed her.

"You're changing the subject."

Jagger was breathing harder. He felt his cock throbbing. He pulled off Alex's top and threw it on the floor. He hugged her, felt her nipples on his chest. "Yes, I am."

"Okay, let's do the wheelbarrow," said Alex with a large smile.

Alex and jag stood up. Alex spread her legs a little and bent over. She felt Jag's cock slide into her vagina. Jag picked her up. She was holding her bodyweight on her two arms. Jag was holding her hips. They started walking across the room into the bedroom and back out. Jag's cock was sliding in and out.

Alex was getting aroused. She heard Jagger breathing hard. He was doing the heavy lifting. Alex didn't like that thought. She wasn't heavy lifting. Alex yelled, "Let's plow those fields.

Jagger picked up the pace. He heard Alex breathing hard. It was a strenuous position. Alex yelled she was coming and Jagg exploded too. He sat on the couch and Alex lowered her chest to the floor. Both were relaxing and catching their breath.

Jag placed his hands on Alex's bottom and mentioned, "This would be a great spanking position."

Alex turned her head to look as Jag slapped her ass playfully.

Wednesday, 9:00 a. m., about three weeks later

The Funny Traffic School

Alex was sitting in back of the room. This was her fourth traffic school. A couple more and she could teach the classes. She wondered what traffic school teachers make?

"Hey, Alex."

Alex looked up and saw Kieth. He was one of the instructors from the La Mann's Racing School. "Kieth, did you get a ticket?"

"No, I'm teaching the course. Picking up a little extra money. So, what are you in for?"

"Personal growth."

Kieth gave her a bewilder look but didn't pursue the conversation. "Alex next week we are starting a Diplomatic Driving and Security Course. I have an open seat. It is a four-week course.

Alex smiled. She was worried about her seat but decided to accept the invitation. Kieth said it was time for him to tell really bad jokes and went to the front of the class.

Friday, 6:30 p. m.

Great room

Alex showed Jag the certificate she received from traffic school. And mentioned she had signed up for another class. Jag took the certificate and put it in a file. "That is five courses. You are half way done.

"Do I really have to take 5 more courses. They are boring."

"We agreed on 10 courses and 200 hours."

"You agreed. I just didn't want to be spanked with a large wooden salad spoon."

"I was willing to discuss the number of traffic schools."

"Only after, I was naked and laying across your lap."

Jag smiled. "Ok, go get the paddle and we will have a discussion."

"Can't we have a grown-up discussion? Something that does not involve my butt being spanked? I signed up for another course."

"That is great. Is this a real traffic school or a racing school?" Alex thought about it and said it was a real traffic school. Alex's fingers were crossed behind her back. Alex heard her phone ring. She looked at her phone. "Jag, I got a new job."

"Doing what?"

"Taxi driver"

Saturday, 8:00 a. m.

Four Seasons Resort

Alex was waiting to pick up her first fare. He was a few minutes late but emailed he was on his way. She saw a guy running. Either a bank robber or her first fare. She started the engine.

The guy jumped into her cab, told Alex his name and slammed the door. He had thrown his bag and computer bag into the back seat as he climbed in. "I have an 8:45 a. m. flight. He threw a $100 bill into the passenger seat. There is a second one of those if you get me to the airport in the next 15 minutes.

Alex accepted the challenge. She stomped the gas pedal and the car roared to life. She was doing 50 in a 35 zone. Traffic stopped but she drove up on the sidewalk causing people to flee. She severed back onto the street.

Half a mile later she merged onto the freeway. She was now doing 70 in a 55 zone. He headed to the airport. She was on airport grounds when she saw a police car pulled behind her and flashed his lights and turned on his siren. Alex stomped the gas pedal and made it to departures. The customer threw another $100 bill over the seat and disappeared into the terminal.

Just then she received a text message. The Personal Director of the Embassy of Columbia wants to meet with her on Monday at 8:00 a. m. if she is available. Alex texted: "Can I get back to you on that? Shouldn't be a problem." She will text her back.

She looked around and saw two police officers walking up to her car. One on each side. The cop on her side yelled "Turn off the engine and hold your hands out the window."

Alex got out of the car. "Officer, I was doing an emergency run for a VIP."

He shoved her up against her taxi, had his female partner frisk her. Alex felt the cold steel handcuffs on her wrists. She learned her taxi was being impounded. She was taken to the police precent and jailed pending seeing a judge.

She did make her one phone call. "Jag, I have a problem. I was arrested a little while ago."

"What did you do?"

"They're making a big deal out of nothing. I was transporting a VIP. He was my first fare in my new job. He paid $200.00. They have charged me with reckless driving, speeding, failure to pull over and some other things. Plus, the Feds are charging me for the same thing since I drove on to the airport grounds which is federal property."

"Wonderful. Well, I can't help you this morning. Funny enough I have to pick up the aunties at the airport."

Saturday, 12:00 p. m.

Police Station

Alex was happy to get out of jail until she saw the disapproving looks on the faces of Auntie Iris and Auntie Rose. "Jag, couldn't you have come alone?"

Auntie Iris looked at Alex. "What will the family think? My niece the criminal."

"Aunties, I'm not a criminal. I was just speeding."

Auntie Rose looked at Alex. "Since when do they arrest people for speeding? Did they find drugs in your car?"

"What? No! You watch too much television."

Jag smiled. The Aunties were very concerned. He escorted everyone out of the police station and into the car. The conversation switched to Chinese and Jag could tell the Aunties were unhappy with Alex.

At home Jag carried suitcases to bedrooms and made sure the Aunties were comfortable. He then found Alex in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Jag. Now, the whole family is going to know I was in jail."

"Alexandra Jing you were not in jail. You were in a holding cell. We will have a discussion but today you should spend time with your aunties.

And Alex did just that. But her aunties had other ideas. They did the laundry, they cleaned the kitchen, they gave Alex a shopping list. Jag and Alex went to a local Asian grocery store. Many of the items on their list could only be found there.

"Alex, we will have a discussion tomorrow. Around noon. I'll talk to the aunties and they can go to a movie and shopping. We can discuss your recent citations."

"Can't we wait until they go home?"

"They are staying the summer."

"Yes, and your point?"

"Discipline should be quick while the details are fresh in everyone's mind."

Sunday, 8:00 a. m.

Kitchen

"Alexandra Jing, I spoke to the Aunties. They are going to borrow one of the cars go to a movie and shopping. I told them you and I were going to have a private discussion. They approved."

Alex's stomach flipped. She almost threw up. "You told them you were going to spank me?"

"Of course not. I told them we needed to have a private discussion. Jagger hugged Alex and whispered, "After they leave you have ten minutes to be ready for our discussion. That means your bottom bare, paddle in hand and nose against a wall. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Sir."

Sunday, 11:00. am.

Great room

Auntie Rose and Auntie Iris were listening to Chinese music while they did cross stitching. Rose noticed the time. "Iris, it is time for us to go. It is time for Jag and Alex to have a discussion."

Jag stood up and thanked the ladies. Alex was sitting wondering if she would be able to sit in a little while."

Auntie Iris said, "Yes, we should go. Alex is going to be spanked and she would like some privacy."

Alex stood up. "What did you say?" Alex looked at Jag. "You told them?"

Auntie Rose spoke up. "While doing laundry we folded and put your underwear in the lingerie chest. The wood paddle was under your panties, second drawer down."

Jag looked at Alex. She was beat red. Jag said, "Aunties, what a man and woman do together in private should remain private."

Rose said, "Of course."

Iris said, "Don't go easy on Alexandra. She deserves a spanking." The ladies left.

Jagger looked at Alex. "Alexandra Jing it is time. Go to the bedroom."

A few minutes later, Jagger walked into the bedroom and saw his wife standing with her nose against the wall. Her athletic body was beautiful. She wore a crop top and stood with the paddle held behind her back. Jagger didn't want to do this but they agreed a consequence of her speeding could and would be spanking.

"Alex, come here."

Alex turned around and saw Jag sitting on the end of the bed. He was still dressed in jeans and an oxford blue shirt. He looked good. She walked to him.

"Alex, why are we here?"

"I was arrested for speeding. We have a domestic discipline agreement that lists spanking as a consequence of speeding."

"Would you like to reconsider the domestic discipline agreement or even discontinue it? And keep in mind the spanking while being your first will not be something you will like. You will want it to be over before it is over."

Alex's stomach flipped. There it was. Jag was giving her a way out. But she wanted to quit speeding. This is why she brought up the whole domestic discipline thing. She loved Jag and she knew he would live up to the deal. Alex whispered, "No, I want to be spanked."

"What was that?"

"I said, I want to be spanked."

Jagger had been holding his breath, watching her face, watching her body tremble just a little while she considered her options. "Were there any mitigating circumstances that caused you to speed. Such as a person needing to get to a hospital?"

"No."

"Are you feeling nervous or anxious about being spanked?"

"Yes."

"Elaborate, please."

"My stomach is flip flopping. I am uneasy about standing here half naked when we have been naked before but this is different. It seems more intimate. And of course, my aunts know I am being spanked."

"Okay. It is time. Hand me the paddle and crawl over my left thigh. What is your safe word?"

"Pineapple." Alex handed Jag the paddle. She was happy to be rid of the thing but knew she would be spank with it. Jag helped Alex get into position. He used his right leg to trap her legs to prevent kicking. He held her right hand behind her back. He raised his right hand. Quickly he spanked Alex's right cheek.

Alex felt the sting of the first spank. Her first spanking had started. She felt the sting of the second spank. Alex was prepared for the first spank. She didn't utter a sound. That was true for the next hand spank. The spanking continued. Alex could not move enough to get away.

Jag spanked Alex for about 5 minutes and to her credit she didn't act up or try to escape.

In fact, she held her composure during the entire hand spanking. Alex's bottom stung but it wasn't a hard spanking. Of course, he had not used the wood paddle, yet.

Jagger picked up the wood paddle. It was beautiful with large rounded edges. It was 13 inches long and 3-1/2 inches wide and a half inch thick. It was recommended by Zora of Zora's House of BDSM. "Alex it is time to use the paddle. I think four light swats."

"This time Alex said ow on the first light swat. The next three were of equal intensity. Alex could feel the sting in her bottom, or on her bottom. Whatever, the light swats stung more than Jagger's hand. That Zora was not getting a 5-star rating.

After the four initial spanks with the paddle, Jag asked, "what is your safe word?"

"Pineapple."

Jagger raised the paddle a little higher and gave Alex four spanks at about half intensity. He felt her body tense and heard her utter fuck.

"Fuck." Alex felt the first swat and it hurt. The next three hurt more than anything so far. Without discussion Jag applied four more spanks. Alex yelped at each swat. Her bottom was burning.

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"How are you feeling right now, physically and emotionally?"

"My butt hurts. And I'm pissed. Happy?"

Jag smiled. Alex was doing okay. "Is there anything you'd like to say or talk about regarding what's happening?"

Alex thought about the question and decided now might not be the time to be flippant. "No, I just want to get this over with and I hope we are done"

Jag was pleased; Alex wanted the spanking to be over before it was over. He considered that a positive. "Are you feeling remorseful or regretful about your actions?"

Alex was starting to get angry. She lashed out. "Dr. Phil, are we done?"

Jag thought about it. "No, we are not done. The next set of spanks will be the final set tonight as long as you accept the punishment. Since this is our first spanking session, I am going to conclude with 15 spanks. Future spankings, I may or may not share such information. You will not like these and you will not have a safe word. Of course you have a safe person, me, who will look after you. You are doing beautifully."

Alex tensed. But she figured she could get through 15 spanks. How bad could they be? Alex knew she was fooling herself. Jag told her she will not like the next spanks. To be trueful she did not like the spanks so far.

Jag raised the paddle. It was time to send the message home that speeding would not be tolerated. The first spank resulted in a yell. The second spank resulted in another yell. Alex's voice cracked as she began to cry. Jag held onto her firmly as she tried to kick. The paddle struck across both cheeks, and that is how the spanking went - left cheek, right cheek, and both cheeks.

After six spanks Alex continued to yell, struggle and cry. Her bottom was very sore. After 10 spanks she was blubbering. The last 5 struck both cheeks where the bottom flesh met the thigh flesh. When the spanking was done Jag held her until she realized the spanking was completed. She tried to get up. Jag helped her up. "Hands on top of your head. It you touch your bottom we will do this again."

Alex was crying. The last 15 were the worst. The last five struck the same space. Her bottom hurt. Jag handed her a tissue. And offered a second which she used to wipe her eyes. She was still crying.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Perhaps later. I'm going to give you 15 minutes to think about things. The box of tissues is on the dresser. Use them as needed but return to this position. Don't test me. I will paddle you again if you touch your bottom." Jag left the room.

Sunday, 2:30 p. m.

Cozy Bedroom of Jagger & Alex

Jagger walked into the bedroom. Alex was standing, nose against wall. The crying seemed to be over. Her bottom was red. There might be a bruise or two in the morning. Jagger didn't enjoy spanking Alex. He was concerned about this whole domestic discipline thing. Time will tell.

"Alex?"

"Jagger."

"How are you feeling?"

"How do you think I feel? My husband just beat the hell out of me."

"Alex, I spanked you as we agreed. I did not enjoy discipling you. I did spank you so you would remember this discussion."

"I'll remember it."

"Are you feeling remorseful or regretful about your actions. And be careful, Alexandra Jing, think before you answer me."

Alex heard the warning. She didn't want another spanking. "Yes, I am sorry that my job as a

taxi driver resulted in me being arrested. I think the policeman should have given me a warning."

"So, it is the policeman's fault? Think before you answer."

"No, it was my fault. I wanted the $100 tip. I should have never accepted the fare in the first place."

Jag turned her around and told her to dress. Aunties will be home soon. He hugged her. She had just been through her first spanking. He kissed her. He waited while she dressed. A sun dress fell just below her knees. She decided to go commando. Jag hugged her again and kissed her. "I love you."

Alex hugged Jagger and whispered, "I love you."

Sunday, 3:00 p. m.

Great Room

Auntie Rose and Auntie Iris returned from shopping. They took the bags and Alex to the kitchen.

"Alex, how do you feel. Tell me the truth," asked Auntie Rose.

"My butt hurts. I can feel pain when I walk and I can't imagine what it will be like to sit."

"I am glad your husband is taking you in hand. Your driving has always been bad."

"Auntie Rose, I think you should be on my side."

"Auntie Iris spoke up, "We are on your side but your mother was too soft. You needed a good spanking. I can't wait to tell my sister."

"Stop. No one is telling my mom that I have been spanked."

"Why not? She would be so proud."

"It's private between a man and a woman and of course her two aunties."

Both aunties agreed to keep it a secret. Alex was relieved.

Monday 10:00 a. m.

Embassy of Columbia, Washington D. C.

Alexandra drove through Sheridan-Kalorama area in Northwest Washington D. C. Her bottom was still sore. She could feel the warmth as she sat in the leather seat. She loved the tree lined streets and it didn't hurt that work would be 10 minutes or so away from home. And there it was the Embassy of Columbia. It was a stunning Beaux-Arts mansion (she read that on the web), constructed in the early 1900s. The building featured an elegant façade with a grand entrance, adorned with a balcony and ornate details. The exterior was clad in white limestone, giving it a bright and imposing appearance. A Colombian flag proudly flew above the entrance, adding a pop of color to the building.

As she pulled into the driveway, she passed a pair of heavy, swing-style gates made of steel and painted black. A security guard directed her to a parking spot. She wore a simple black dress that had sleeves and fell just below her knees. She had to walk through a metal detector and her purse was sent through an x-ray machine.

She was taken to the Office of Personnel where she met John Garcia. Alex sat gingerly and did her best not to wince. "Alexandra, you come highly recommended from the school that trains diplomatic drivers. We would like to hire you. Your first four weeks will be a gun safety course. You will be required to be armed at all times. We will obtain the proper permits. Then you will be responsible to take embassy staff and others. You are highly recommended, so the job is yours if you would like to work for us.

Alex accepted.

Monday 6:00 a. m. 4 weeks later

Jag and Alex's Kitchen

Alex entered the kitchen to the smell of coffee. She dropped her stuff on a wine credenza. She smiled at Jag, accepted the coffee, and kissed her man. "First day at new job. Are you excited," asked Jag.

Alex tried to hold her enthusiasm back but failed. "I can't wait. Look at this stuff."

Jag stepped back and saw Alex in black pants, a white blouse, and a black jacket. She wore what Jag could only describe as combat boots. "The boots are definitely cute, if you're into that sort of thing. Which, I am. Nothing makes me hotter than my wife in Army boots."

Alex smiled. "Come into the front room. I'll show you something hot."

"Your aunties are around."

"Boy, you have a dirty mind."

Jag followed Alex into the entryway of their house. She had added a wine credenza. Jag noticed it was a cherry like wood with three drawers and two shelves for bottles of wine. Each shelf held 21 bottles of wine and the shelves were full. Just like the maple credenza in the kitchen. Jag realized they had 84 bottles of wine and that was just on the two credenzas. Mental note, start cooking with wine, gifting with wine, etcetera.

Over the credenza was three pictures of Alex and Jag on vacation. Jag recognized the photos from a trip to Maine. The pictures were 8x10 with a black frame. Alex pointed a key fob and all three frames unlocked. Jag watched as Alex did a show and tell.

"My main gun is a Glock 19, Generation 5. The magazine holds 15 rounds. I have four extra clips of 9mm ammo. That provides a total of 75 rounds. My back up piece is a Walther PPK, the gun that James Bond carries." Alex posed holding the pistol. "Wang, Alexandra Wang. Six rounds in the clip. My knife is a Benchmade Griptilian folding knife. I want you to know when we go to dinner, you are perfectly safe. I can repel a small army."

Jag noticed the wide belt in a different way. It wasn't a fashion statement. It was a heavy-duty gun belt. "I thought you were a driver."

"I am but, I am also security. It's so cool." Alex kissed Jag and left for work.

"Try not to shoot anyone on your first day."

Monday 7:00 a. m.

Embassy of Columbia

Alex walked up to the front door and met an armed guard. He held a Kalashnikov rifle with a folding stock and strap around his neck. It held 30 rounds of ammunition. A month ago, Alex would have noticed he carried a gun. "Good morning, I am Alexandra Wang, the new Embassy Driver."

"Good morning, I am Sargent John Tillman, retired UK Special Forces. You are expected. Your car can remain in the visitor space, today. I'll need the key. Straight inside the embassy you will be met by Terri Hopkins who will fix you up with identification and show you to your car. Try not to scratch it," he smiled.

Inside Alex was hurried through the HR stuff and received her identification and her first assignment taking the Ambassador's daughter to school. Alex was fine with that and she was amazed when her car was a brand-new BMW iB7 Alpina. Alex drove one at the school. It has a 4.4-liter V8 engine and all the luxury and bells and whistles a high-end BMW can provide.

Maria arrived late climbed into the back seat, fasten her seatbelt and told Alex to go. Alex saw her door was opened. She climbed out of the car and shut the door. The journey was short and Maria didn't look up from her phone. Alex pulled up to the school with a long line of expensive cars. Maria got out and left the door open. Alex got out, closed it, and exited the school grounds. Was she to open and close doors? She would ask John.

Monday 6:00 p. m.

Jag and Alex's Great Room

They were watching a Hallmark romance movie on the television. It was Alex's second choice as Jag did not think watching a Fast and Furious marathon was a good idea. Jag returned from the kitchen with two glasses of a red wine. He handed one to Alex and sat down beside her. "We need to talk."

Alex heard the clink of the glasses and sniffed the wine's aroma before drinking a sip. "Cheers!"

"I need some clarification. You took a class in Diplomatic Driving and Security."

"Yes."

"And yet, I remember you telling me it was a defensive driving school. Do I have that wrong?"

"No, that is right."

"Why did you tell me it was a defensive driving school?"

"I really wanted to do it and, my fingers were crossed behind my back."

"I'm sorry, are you back in middle school? Next, I received another past due notice in the mail in reference to a speeding ticket you earned."

"That was bogus. I was only doing 7 miles above the speed limit."

"The speed limit was 35 and you were driving 42mph. And you believe the policeman was not doing his job?"

"Look everybody gives you 5 mph over the posted speed limit. I was only 2 mph over that."

"I also noticed this ticket is old. It has accrued interest twice. Why did you not just pay this? We have lots of money in the account."

"Because you would spank me."

"Do you want to cancel the domestic discipline agreement?"

"No. But, I don't want a spanking either."

"So, if I were to give you some lines to write. Would that change your attitude toward speeding?"

"No.

"Even if it were 10,000 lines?"

"I rather be spanked."

"Okay, let's make this simple. Pay this bill tonight. Tomorrow, we will discuss the speeding ticket and you lying to me."

Alex's stomach clenched and flip-flopped. She did not feel well.

Tuesday 7:00 a. m.

Embassy of Columbia

Alex drove up to the security gate and used her badge to open the gate. She checked in with John because she really didn't know who her boss was or maybe she was the boss. Not the oddest job she ever had but, close.

Two men walked up and introduced themselves as economic advisors. They gave her a schedule for their meetings. It had been uploaded to her car's navigation system. The paper copy was just for information. The second day on the job she takes two people from the consultant to visit various businesses. An economic program.

"What about Maria?"

"Tillman will have someone take her to school and pick her up today. Hopefully not Reggie."

"Who Reggie?"

"A new person who was tricked by Maria into taking her to school in one of our military vehicles. The one with a large machine gun bolted in back. It's used for parades. Reggie created quite a mess because everyone with a cellphone started texting. Might as well have sent a tank.

Tuesday 3:00 p. m.

Embassy of Columbia

Alex left the Embassy on her way to pick up Maria when her phone rang. It was Jag. She said answer call and there was Jag on the car's audio system. Alex loved her work car. "Hi Honey what's up?

"I'm at the car shop. The car needs a part. Could you swing by and pick me up?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm picking up Maria from school. Then I'll get you."

Alex arrived at the school and Maria climbed into the car. She left the door open. Alex stepped out, closed the door, and climbed back in to the car. "Maria, would it be okay if I picked up my husband" It's a few minutes out of our way back?"

"Oh, golly gee-whiz, I can't wait to meet Mr. Alex."

Alex smiled. "Thank you."

Leaving the school she arrived at the corner. Normally she would have turned left but she went right to get Jag.

"What the fuck?" The embassy driver just turned right instead of left. They're on to us."

"Get in. If they were on to us there would be police cars everywhere. Follow that car."

The driver accelerated to catch up with Alex. The man in the front seat drew his gun and checked the safety. He saw the red dot. Red means dead. He hoped it would not come to that.

The third member of the crew was in back with gun in hand.

Alex pulled into the car shop and Jagger hopped in. "Thank you for picking me up."

Alex pulled out into traffic. "Jag meet Maria. Maria meet Jag."

Maria looked up from her phone. "What kind of name is Jag?"

"It is short for Jagger. My mom and dad were big Rolling Stones fans."

"Rolling Stones?"

The car went silent. And then Maria laughed. "Got you."

Jag smiled, "Yes, you did."

Alex was amazed how Jag brought out a new Maria. She actually was not looking at her phone. Alex made a left-hand turn. The sedan behind her made a left too. Alex made a second left hand turn. The sedan followed. Alex was pretty sure she was being followed. She made one more left-hand turn and so did the sedan. The sedan accelerated. Alex saw a gun come out of the passenger window. "Maria, on the floor. Jag hold on tight. We are being followed and they have at least one gun."

Alex stomped the gas pedal and the V8 roared to life. She went up on the freeway and called Tillman.

"This is John."

"John, I have a sedan following me and they are armed." Alex drew her Glock 9mm and transferred it to her left hand.

"Can you get to the Embassy?"

"I think so."

Alex was doing 80 mph. Where's a cop when you need one?

The passenger in the sedan fired to bullets at the SUV. Alex knew he was shooting for the tires. She abruptly changed lanes and turned off at the next exit ramp. She pulled into a hotel parking lot, spun the car around and stomped the gas, the sedan surprised to see the SUV rocketing toward them turned to avoid a collision. Alex fired two shots into the radiator and hopefully into the engine block.

Alex pulled back into the street and saw the sedan still following. Now two people were shooting - the driver and the passenger. Alex headed to the embassy. She called John.

"John, Mayday, Mayday, I'm coming in hot. They are shooting!"

The Sedan pulled alongside making a big mistake. Alex waited and slammed into the sedan shoving it into a parked delivery truck. "Ooops. It looks like they need to call the auto club."

Alex saw the embassy and drove straight through stopping at the door. The soldiers rushed the vehicle and grabbed Maria. Alex jumped out of the vehicle and pointed her gun at the entrance. No one was following. She stood up and noticed Jag was gone. She found him inside the entrance laying on the floor in handcuffs and a soldier's boot on his back. The AK-47 was pointed at him.

"Wait, that's my husband!"

Tuesday 6:00 p. m.

Alex and Jagger's Entryway

Alex and Jagger arrived home after answering questions from the police the embassy. Alex was a hero. They arrived home, closed and locked the door and Alex grabbed Jagger. "What a rush!

Alex kissed Jagger. "I want you now! I want to fuck and be fucked! I am so aroused from the driving and the gunfight. You wife is a gunfighter." She kissed Jagger again. She inhaled his scent. She bit his ear lobe. She felt a shiver of arousal as she slid her hand along his jean encased cock. Alex yelled, "whip it out big boy!"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the aunties scurried toward the front door. Auntie Iris said, "We go to movie. Bye."

Jag looked at Alex. She was bright red. Jag laughed and said, "Maybe we should confine love making to the bedroom while we have company?"

"Good idea."

Jag kissed Alex and hugged her. Jag pulled his wife in tight. "Gun..."

"I know, it was such an incredible experience shooting at the bad guys." She pulled back. "Are you going to spank me tonight?"

"I'm trying to hug you and your gun is in the way." He kissed his wife and felt her slid back into her gunfighter mood. "And, no I am not going to spank you today."

Alex removed her Glock, ejected the clip and the round in the chamber. She dropped them on the credenza. She removed her holster and did the same thing with the backup gun on her ankle. She removed 4 clips filled with ammo and removed her knife. "Better?"

"Much better." He hugged Alex and returned the kiss. Jag dropped his jacket on the floor. Alex followed with her jacket. They hugged and kissed all the way into the bedroom.

Alex grabbed hold of Jags dress shirt and ripped it off his body. She heard the buttons tapping the wood floor as they landed. Next, she tore the t-shirt off of his body. She shoved him back onto the bed. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and tugged hard. "Arggg! Don't move."

Jag stood up and saw Alex leave the bedroom. He wondered what she was doing. He didn't have long to wait. Alex returned to the bedroom with her work knife, the griptilian, "Okay we can continue," said Alex.

Jag quickly dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. "I'm ready."

"Wait! I wanted to cut your jeans and boxers off your body." She sliced the air with the griptilian. The stainless-steel blade was just under five inches long.

"There is no way you are bringing a knife to bed. Take it back."

"Baby. Come on. Put your jeans back on."

"There is no way I am letting you cut my pants off with a big knife."

"Is this a size thing? It is, isn't it? I'm not going to compare your penis to the knife."

"No, it is I love my balls and penis thing."

Alex screamed and threw the knife at a wall. It stuck. Before Jag could say anything, Alex jumped him. She drove him back into bed and used a hand to invigorate his cock. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me sweat and put me away wet!"

Jag tried to stifle his laugh but couldn't. "Make me sweat and put me away wet?" Jag laughed again. He grabbed Alex and rolled. He was on top now. He snaked an arm around her neck and kissed her. At the same time his fingers traveled down her body finding her vagina. It was wet. He easily slid his cock into her.

Alex shivered as Jag's hand lightly traveled down her body. He found her vagina and she shivered when he plunged his cock into her pink taco. "That's it big boy. Make me come."

Jag started slowly. A little push in and a little pull out. He repeated the maneuver and kissed Alex's breast. He toyed with her areola and nipple using his tongue to lick the aroused flesh.

Alex whispered, "That's it. That's the spot.

"I'm fucking your vagina, kissing your breast and just finished licking your nipple. "What exactly is the spot?"

"Shut up."

Jagger started pounding Alex. He was near the point of no return. She was becoming more vocal. Alex called out, "Ride me harder. I AM COMING!"

Wednesday, 5:00 p. m.

Jag and Alex's Great Room

Jag brought a wine in for Alex. Alex accepted it. "Jag, we seem to be drinking wine a lot lately."

"We have over 100 bottles of wine in this house. If we don't start using it, what will we do with additional bottles? Keep buying furniture to store them?

"Good point. Maybe donate them to a food bank?"

"Well, a topic for another time. The aunties have gone to another movie tonight and we are going to have a discussion."

"Why does every discussion end with me having a sore bottom?"

"Alex, you have been spanked once since we started domestic discipline. Would you like to cancel the domestic discipline agreement?"

"No." Then Alex thought about it. "Ask me again in half an hour," and Alex smiled.

"There are two issues to address. One, another speeding ticket and two lying. You tried to hide this ticket and you told me you were taking a defensive driving course when you were doing a diplomatic driver course. Do I have that right?"

"Yes."

"Did you pay the ticket?"

"Yes."

"Was that hard? Why didn't you pay it when you first received it?"

"I don't know. I just thought I would get in trouble if I paid the ticket."

"How did that work for you?"

"It didn't."

"Go to our bedroom, strip completely, lay out the paddle on the bed and put your nose against a wall. Do it now."

Alex left the great room and went to the bedroom. She removed all of her clothing thinking her husband was a perve. She removed the paddle from her panties drawer and set it on the bed. Then she put her nose against a wall. Doing all of this quickly took her mind off her pending spanking. It worked until she was standing in front of the wall. Alex touched her nose to the wall and stared at the paint, Swiss coffee if she remembered correctly.

Jagger walked into the bedroom and saw Alex naked with her nose pressed against the wall. He hugged her from behind and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Alex turned around whispered, "What do you say we put all of this behind us and go make love?"

"Would you respect me in the morning?"

"Yes, probably, actually no, I wouldn't."

"Okay, let's get this over with." Jag sat down on the bed and patted his left thigh. Alex understood the invitation and laid across his thigh. Her abdomen felt the coarseness of his blue jeans. Jag ran his hand down his wife's back, buttocks, and thighs. He felt her shiver. When he lifted his hand, he saw her clench her buttocks.

"Alex, stop clenching."

Alex relaxed her butt cheeks. She closed her eyes and waited.

Jag brought his hand down on her left cheek. The next slap was on her right cheek.

Alex felt the sting of the first smack. Jag was using his hand. Still the sting of the second smack was felt on her cheek. She felt him spanking away on her bottom like he was beating a drum. Alex lost count after 25 smacks. She was sore but as far as she was concerned Jag could spank her with his bare hand all day. Anything was better than the paddle.

Jag spanked Alex and after 30 or so spanks her bottom was the right shade of red. He picked up the wood paddle that they had purchased from Zora's House of BDSM. He lightly rubbed her red bottom.

Alex felt the cool wood and was delighted and yet concerned. Jag was getting ready to use the wood paddle upon her bottom. The cool wood left her bottom. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. The first spank was not a light tap or even a medium tap. Jag went to town on her bottom. Left cheek, right cheek, and both cheeks. Alex was crying immediately. Her crying was only irrupted by the occasional yell and curse word.

Jag provided hard spanks to drive the lesson home. He was confident that he was not damaging Alex. No, he was providing a good, old-fashion spanking. She struggled but to no avail. Jag had her arm pinned behind her back and had locked her legs with one of his. She was immobile for all practical purposes. He concluded the spanking after the twenty-fifth spank with the wood paddle. Alex was crying but all resistance was gone. He helped her up and walked her over to the wall. He gave her a box of tissues and warned her about the dangers of rubbing her bottom. He had her touch her nose against the wall. Talked to her in a quiet, soothing voice telling her how well she took the spanking.

Alex was a mess. Her bottom hurt; tears were cascading down her face. She turned around and kissed Jagged. He kissed her back and turned her around. He sat on the bed looking at his watch and Alex's bottom. "Alex, when you are ready, please turn around."

Alex was blubbering. And she heard Jag ask her to stand when she was ready. No need to hurry. She was trying to get her emotions in check. It was hard. Slowly she stood. Jag helped her. He hugged her and they kissed. He took her over to the wall and shared a tissue. She wiped her face and asked for another.

Jag set a timer. "You have 10 minutes to rest. No rubbing."

Alex was surprised. "10 minutes?"

"Yes, we must have a discussion about you lying."

Alex almost freaked but regained control. "I was just spanked."

"Yes, for speeding. We still have to deal with rule number 4 which states trust and honesty are expected. Any lying or omissions will be dealt with by me separately."

"No fair. I have already been spanked for a long time."

"Alex, you received 25 spanks. A few less than last time. Stand at the wall and think about why you are in this position."

The timer went off and Jag was in the room and silenced it. "How are you feeling?"

Alex looked at Jag, "My butt hurts."

"That is to be expected. "Are you feeling remorseful or regretful about your actions?"

Alex thought a minute and decided against being flippant. "Yes, I should have obeyed the traffic signs and I am sorry about lying. I think I have learned my lesson."

"Alexandra Jing, if you had learned your lesson, we would not be having this discussion. Okay, 10 minutes to think about anything you chose. Just do not remove your nose from the wall or rub your bottom."

Alex stood there naked thinking about how long ten minutes is when you are waiting for a spanking. It seems like a long time. Jagger startled her. "Okay, let us get this over with. He sat down on the bed and Alex assumed the position. Jag asked for her hand and she felt him lock her legs with one of his. She was ready. Her bottom wasn't. It hurt like hell.

Jag Decided that she was already warm up. He started with firm stokes and a few seconds between each spank. After five Alex was yelling. After ten she was crying. After a few more she started blubbering. Her protests and struggles ended before twenty spanks. She continued blubbering but laid still and accepted being spanked. He stopped at 35 spanks. Jag set the paddle down and waited for Alex to compose herself. He helped her to her feet and kissed her. "I love you."

Through her tears she whispered, "I love you."

Epilogue

Six months later

Jag was proud of Alex. She had not had a speeding ticket in the last six months. Maybe domestic disciple is a good thing.

Last month Jagger and Alex were invited to a formal dinner at the Columbian Embassy. Alex wore her medal and a black cocktail dress. Jag smiled. The Ambassador insisted Jag and Alex enjoy one dance. Jag enjoyed the dance and wanted to take Alex home and discover where she hid all of her weapons. But she was working. When the last guest left, Jag droves home to search Alex.

Auntie Iris and Auntie Rose went back to Hong Kong. The secret lasted a couple of days. Alex was surprised by her family's reaction. Everyone was glad Jag had taken her in hand because they were scared to death of riding with her.

Alex and Jag adopted a dog from the pound. He was a mut. Mostly a labrador mutt. They named him Jake after the John Wayne movie, Big Jake.

THE END