Sun, Spankings and Cherry Pie

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Sun, Spankings and Cherry Pie

Summer fun and discipline

By

Lemon Knight and Joy Standing

Day before Memorial Day, 12:00 p. m.

Backyard of Jacob's parents

Jacob was enjoying talking to his father about golf. They both shared the passion and frequently played together. Jacob's father, Clinton Weston, was 55 years old, and ran a hand through his still-thick hair, the silver at his temples catching the sunlight as he nodded at Jacob's comment about the new driver.

Jacob sipped an ice tea. It was cold all the way down his throat, refreshing. His father had an ice tea, too. While both Clint and Jacob played golf, Jacob and Abby frequently jogged together, and every Saturday he played basketball with some fellow bankers.

Clint mentioned going to one of the city courses. "I was surprised by City Centinel Golf Course. It was well kept and a few of the holes were quite challenging."

Jacob had played there, too. They both mention number 16 on the back nine, laughed and Clint went first. "What did you use"

"I went with a number 1 wood," Jacob said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Exactly. I used the same."

Jacob loved his father. And he got along ok with Irene, his step mother. His mom had died early from cancer. His father didn't remarry but he had been living with Irene for over 10 years.

Jacob heard a commotion and looked across the pool. Jacob's wife was holding onto Irene's sundress trying to stop her from falling into the pool. Irene was reaching toward Abby's hand when the sundress slipped through Abby's fingers. Irene yelled and made a large splash. Jacob and Clint started to get up but Abby waved them back, "I got this." Jacob thought Abby was beaming her smile. He wondered if something was up.

Clint and Jacob went back to telling golf stories and Abby and Irene went into the house. Abby was cleaning up the water off the kitchen floor when Irene returned to the kitchen in a dry sundress. "You shoved me into the pool."

Irene, did you hit your head? I tried saving you but the sun dress material slipped through my fingers"

Irene looked at Abby. "I'm not stupid."

Abby thought about that. Irene wasn't stupid. She was nosy, sometimes obnoxious, and usually condescending. Abby decided not to throw gasoline on the fire. "I didn't say you were."

"All I suggested is that Jacob is the only one of four brothers who has not sired a child. If you are not fertile there are clinics that specialize in fertility."

"Irene we are not having this discussion."

"I just saying nothing is more important than family. You're not getting any younger."

Irene picked up a pitcher of ice tea and went outside. Abby followed. Abby was fuming. Apparently, Irene didn't get the earlier message.

Jacob stared across the pool at his wife. Abby was beautiful. She wore a sundress with sunflowers and was talking rather loudly to Irene as they came out of the house, carrying a pitcher of ice tea. Irene was in a dark blue sundress that billowed everything the wind blew. Jacob saw the shove and Irene went into the pool. Jacob was positive Irene and Abby were not getting along again. Abby, went into one of her I'm so sorry looks when she knew damn well, she had just shoved Irene into the pool.

Jacob and Clint went to help Irene. Irene came up from being under the cool blue water, sputtering. She was flailing in the pool, her sundress darkening with water. Her ice tea pitcher floated in the pool.

Abby, looked at Irene, "Irene may be having a spell. She should get out of the wet things and lie down."

Clint and Jacob fished Irene out of the pool and she went inside to change into a new outfit. The current outfit clung to her large breasts showing off her nipples. The dark blue fabric, now plastered against her skin, had migrated in an unexpected direction, creating a visible crease that Jacob tried his best to ignore. "Dad, I think it is time for us to go. I'll see you and Irene tomorrow for the family get-together." Jacob, stood and walked around the pool and followed Abby into the house. "Abby, what just happened?"

Abby stammered, but answered "Irene's hair was on fire." Abby smiled and saw Jacob was not smiling back.

"Her hair was not on fire."

"Irene had a spell. Is she on any medication?"

"I saw you push her into the pool."

"Okay, It's hot today. The breeze is a bit warm. I thought Irene should take a dip in the pool. I thought it would help if she cooled off. So, I shoved her into the pool," Abby smiled.

"Apologize to Irene, gather your things, it is time to go. We will have a discussion when we get home."

Abby looked at Jacob and stated, "I will not apologize." Abby picked up her things and went to the car.

Day before Memorial Day, 2:00 p. m.

Home of Jacob and Abby

The drive home had been quiet especially, after Jacob pronounced Abby needed a good spanking. Not one of their playful, sexy spankings but a hard punishment spanking. Walking into their home, Jacob emptied his pockets and turned off his phone.

Jacob hugged his wife and kissed her. "You know I don't like spanking you. I can't believe you shoved Irene into the swimming pool."

"Sorry, a wood chipper wasn't handy."

"What? You don't mean that."

"No, I don't but she got under my skin and I may have over reacted a little bit."

"You may have? A little bit? You shoved her into the pool and did one of your cute looks saying you're so sorry. Do I want to know what you were talking about?"

"Probably not."

Jacob kissed his wife on the forehead. "Go take a long shower. When you are through, I want to find you standing spread-eagled in the bathroom air drying"

Abby started to say something and Jacob turned her around, pointed her to the bathroom and applied a firm hand to her backside.

Abby yelped and hurried to the bathroom. In the bathroom she removed the sundress pulling it over her head. She dumped it into the hamper. Her strapless bra and thong underwear followed. She pulled the shower curtain and gave the shower a command. "Turn on."

Abby checked her bottom in a full-length mirror. She thought her ass looked taut from the jogging she did regularly. She checked the water's temperature, asked for a four-degree increase, waited five seconds, and climbed into the warm water.

Abby started wetting her hair. Her red hair was thick and long. It fell pass her shoulders. She used shampoo and conditioner then started soaping her body. The last of the soap was going down the drain as Abby stepped out.

She wrapped her long red hair in a towel and assumed the spread-eagle position. She could feel rivulets of water running down her back. She could see rivulets running down her breasts and feel them continuing down her skin until they fell to the bathroom floor. Abby was to be thinking about the pending spanking. And she was. Why did she have to shove Irene into the pool in front of Jacob. She smiled. She noticed that she wasn't upset that she shoved Irene into the pool. Only that Jacob had saw it.

Jacob was watching Abby. He loved her breasts and though he could not see it, he loved her ass and hair. She was beautiful and he loved her. He didn't want to spank Abby but they signed an agreement and not to spank Abby would void the agreement. "What are you smiling about?"

Abby had not seen Jacob at the doorway. Well at least she wasn't talking to herself. "No reason." She still was spread-eagled as Jacob has not released her.

Jacob stepped into the bathroom and inspected his wife. She had wrapped her hair in a towel. That was ok. She was obeying the command within reason. Dry your hair, fix me a diet coke with ice, and bring it to me in the great room. Bring a set of wrist and ankle cuffs."

Still naked, but now dry, Abby came into the great room, placed a coaster on the wood end table closest to Jacob and placed his diet coke down on the coaster. The glass held the contents of a full can, 12 ounces. She handed Jacob her favorite cuffs. They were purple and made of soft suede. Jacob fastened the cuffs one at a time. The purple color was perfect against her skin. Jacob admired his work.

"I want you to find the hickory paddle, pick any wall in the bedroom put your nose against the wall and hold the paddle behind your back. I want the paddle touching your bottom and I want you thinking about why you are in this predicament. Any questions?"

"No sir."

Day before Memorial Day, 3:00 p. m.

Cozy bedroom of Jacob and Abby

Abby had her nose against the wall. The color was Swiss coffee and not for the first time did she wonder why. Swiss coffee seems so bland. She held the paddle with fingers of both hands. The paddle was touching both of her cheeks. Nothing says you're going to be spanked like having the paddle resting against your bottom. Abby thought about the confrontation with Irene. She could have been more adult like. The second dunking was probably too much.

Jacob quietly walked into the bedroom. Abby was out of control at his dad's today. She's a grown-up who decided to act like a petulant child. He loved her. But part of love was holding her accountable. That is why they developed a domestic discipline agreement. Abby was concentrating on something and she didn't even notice Jacob. Jacob clapped his hands.

Abby jumped, lost control of the paddle and it fell to the ground. She turned and saw Jacob. She quickly picked up the paddle. Jacob looked at his wife. He stood and opened his arms. She walked into his arms and was hugged. Her nipples felt Jacob's shirt material. Her lips felt his lips. Then Jacob stepped away, a familiar ache settling in his chest. He loved her fierce spirit, but today it had veered into recklessness. Part of their agreement, a framework built on trust and their unique desires, meant holding her accountable, even when it went against his natural inclination to simply hold her close.

He needed to have a discussion. "So, what were you and Irene arguing about?"

"She wanted to know when we were going to have a baby. She even asked if I was fertile. That's when I shoved her into the pool."

Well, granted, that is not her business. She has gotten under your skin in the past, and you have not shoved her into a pool."

"I might have, if one had been available."

So, tomorrow you will apologize. You will be happy and a wonderful co-hostess.

"I will not apologize. You are like your father. She's a gold digger and the both of you don't understand all she wants his money."

"Dad can take care of himself. She has money but, he does pay for things now and then."

"Sure, like her boob job. She couldn't drown with dirigibles like those."

Jacob wondered about Irene's breasts. His wife just removed the mystery. Jacob snapped back to the conversation at hand. "There was no reason to shove Irene into the pool."

"Twice."

"What?"

"I shoved her into the pool twice. If I'm getting spanked, I want to list all the infractions."

"Is that everything?"

"Yes."

In addition to receiving a spanking I believe the pie you are baking for us should go to the party tomorrow. Nothing says sorry like a cherry pie."

"That pie was going to the party tomorrow. Now, I'm not sure."

Jacob kissed his wife. "The cherry pie is non-negotiable.

"So, the spanking is negotiable?"

Jacob smiled. "Nope."

Jacob sat down on the bed. He loved his wife's body. Her long red hair was beautiful. Her breasts were not overly large but he considered them magnificent. "Come here," he said softly, laying the paddle on the bed between them. "You understand that this isn't going to be a BDSM session?" His gaze was serious. "There's no safe word here, Abby. I'm the safety. This is about consequences.

"Yes, I understand" Abby felt her abdomen clench. She felt her bottom cheeks clench. She was experiencing stomach flip-flops. She understood that if she were given a safe word she might be tempted to use it. Not because the spanking was unsafe but because she wanted it to stop. She understood stopping early would not teach her the lesson she required. "So, you are going to spank me, then, I will stand and be all smiles and go bake a cherry pie."

"That is the plan."

Day before Memorial Day, 4:00 p. m.

Cozy bedroom of Jacob and Abby

Jacob was hugging Abby. "Why do you deserve this spanking."

"I lost my temper and shoved Irene into the swimming pool, twice."

"And..."

"I'm sorry."

Jacob and Abby removed the bed's blankets and all the pillows except one. Abby crawled onto the bed and laid face down. The pillow propped up her hips and presented a wonderful target for Jacob. Using rope, Jacob ran a length through the d-ring on her left wrist. The other end was tied to the bed's post. She had several inches of play to allow for some range of motion. Abby stretched out her other arm and the wrist cuff was tied to the other corner post. Jacob continued the process fastening her ankles to the bed's posts. Abby was spread eagle.

Abby felt the coolness of the sheet beneath her nipples. "What do you say we make love?"

Jacob thought about afternoon sex. He thought about Abby's body comingled with his body. He smiled. He pushed the sex thoughts out of his mind. This spanking was to help Abby to grow. "Maybe after your spanking."

"I may not feel like sex after the spanking. I may not feel like sex for a whole month."

Jacob didn't like the punishment spanking he was about to give to his wife. He didn't like her dunking Irene in the swimming pool. He had to make a point before the arguments escalate.

Jacob picked up the paddle. It was a special order and turned out beautiful. The center of the paddle was the heartwood of a hickory tree. The color was light brown. The outside edges were the yellowish sapwood of a hickory tree. The grain was complex and perfect. It wasn't just a spanking paddle but a work of art. He named it Ole Hickory.

Jacob climbed on the bed and looked at the inside of Abby's thighs. He ran his fingers from knee to her sex. It was a long, slow trip. He felt Abby tremble just a little.

He raised the paddle and began spanking the insides of her thighs. Judging by her vocals these were attention getters.

Abby screeched with each smack. The inside of her thighs was tender. The paddle hurt worse than bee stings. The spanking stopped giving Abby a moment to rest as Jacob walked to the other side of the bed. The paddle smacked her other inner thigh and she screeched.

Jacob applied 10 smacks to each of her inner thighs. Jacob watched as Abby tried to rub her legs together but couldn't because of the restraints.

Abby's thighs stinged. The smacks were not hard but painful. She yelped and yelled with each smack. Jacob had promised her a spanking and she knew these smacks were just a way to focus her mind as she was sure there was more to come.

Jacob looked at Abby. The inside of her thighs were pink and looked sore. He raised the paddle and lightly smack Abby's bottom. Four smacks that redden her bottom. The smacks stung, but Abby didn't say a word.

Jacob gave her four more smacks. A little bit harder, using medium force. Abby was vocal with each strike. "Abby?"

"Yes."

"You know why we are doing this?

"Yes, you think I went overboard dunking Irene.

Jacob smiled about dunking. "I am thinking two sets of 20 smacks each and we will be done. However, your flippant response indicates that number may need to be increased."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Abby steeled herself. Forty additional smacks did not seem too bad.

Jacob, didn't believe Abby. Maybe some extra will do the trick. He smacked her left cheek with ole hickory. Then the right cheek. The third smack was across both cheeks. The sound of the spanking was quite loud. Jacob noticed Abby had not yelled, yet.

Abby felt the first three smacks and she decided she would not yell or cry. She was a grown-up woman and as such she could accept a grown-up spanking.

Jacob admired Abby's determination. He applied another six smacks. He was determined, too.

Abby's eyes started to water. Okay, she was crying but she wasn't yelling. She can do this.

The next eleven strokes of ole hickory reddened Abby's bottom. Jacob admired Abby's bottom. He loved her and sometimes love hurt. Especially with a domestic discipline agreement. Each stroke resulted the cheek or cheeks being flatten and bouncing back into place ready for the next smack. After 20 Jacob laid the paddle on the bed.

Abby relaxed. She had tears running down her face. They dropped on the sheet but she had not yelled. Her thighs were still itchy but her burning bottom took her attention away from her thighs.

Jacob laid beside her and smiled. "You took the first twenty well. Take 5 minutes and we will finish up and you can get to that pie."

"Twenty? That had to have been forty. Don't joke about this."

"I'm not joking. I counted the strokes myself." Jacob set a timer for 5 minutes.

"My butt is sore. I've learned my lesson. No dunking Irene in the pool." Abby raised her head.

"Kiss me and let's make a pie."

"Great idea. I'm going to start the coffee."

The soft suede material didn't stretch. She tried making her hand smaller so it would slip out of the restraint. It didn't work. Abby tugged at her wrist cuffs. She kicked the best she could. All to no avail. She was not going anywhere. She was restrained and was going to get 20 more smacks. And he was making coffee.

A timer went off. "Where were we?"

"Abby jumped. You were going to let me go make a pie."

"Your absolutely right. But you forgot the spanking before the pie making."

Jacob picked up the paddle. He ran his hands across the silky feeling wood. He took careful aim and the first of twenty landed on Abby's bottom with a loud smack. She yelped. The second spank of her other cheek caused her to yell.

Abby yelled. The spanking hurt. She struggled. The spanking continued. Abby kicked. She could not pull free of the restraints. It was clear within a few minutes all Abby could do was accept the spanking. With that revelation, Abby cried and yelled until she received the last spank.

Abby felt Jacob's lips on her lips. He wiped away some of her tears with his thumb, He was hugging her while she calmed. A punishment spanking was hard to take. But if done correctly Abby would have a better attitude.

Day before Memorial Day, 4:45 p. m.

Kitchen of Jacob and Abby

Abby was in the kitchen drinking coffee with Jacob. Her bottom throbbed. Her thighs were itchy. She had wiped her tears, blew her nose, and washed her hands. She slipped on a familiar green apron. It covered her breasts and fell almost to her knees. Naturally the back was open for Jacob to enjoy his handy work. Abby walked over to a small stereo in the kitchen and using her play list selected Norah Jones, Come away with Me. The kitchen filled with Norah's smooth vocals and the gentle instrumentation creating a relaxed atmosphere.

She removed cherries from the refrigerator and placed them in a colander in the sink. She began the tedious work of washing and pitting the cherries. Jacob could feel his cock stirring. He liked Norah Jones. The vulnerability he'd witnessed in Abby during the spanking had ignited a fierce protectiveness, intertwined with a potent desire. He wanted to feel her closeness, to reaffirm their connection after the tension of the discipline. He stood up and removed his clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to fuck you."

"While I am making a pie?"

"You can continue your work. Spread your legs and slide back a little bit."

"You know this is unsanitary. If someone's finds a pubic hair in the pie you'll have to explain it."

Abby lifted her apron up and held it against her stomach. Her vagina felt the head of Jacob's penis. And then she felt his cock rub her clit. She felt his fingers rubbing her vagina until it was wet. Abby moaned as the slow friction of Jacob's cock excited her. Slowly he buried his cock. Her hot bottom could feel him pressed against her. He kissed her neck. Her pulse was racing.

Jacob looked over her shoulder at the colander of cherries. "I'm not sure what is redder? The cherries or your bottom. His groin felt the heat of her bottom.

"Nothing gets me hotter than a man talking about fruit," she whispered. She had quit making the pie and was focused on spreading her legs, and holding onto the edge of the sink. Each thrush sent shivers up her spine.

"Is that sass, I'm hearing?"

"No that is you wife praising your sexual prowess." Jacob pulled back and pushed forward. Several more thrusts and they both came. Abby could feel something running down her leg. She asked Jacob to clean her up. He did, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes meeting hers with a silent understanding before he went back to his coffee, and Abby went back to pitting cherries.

Jacob listened to the music and watched Abby's ass swaying to the sultry overtones.

Memorial Day, 10:00 a. m.

Home of Jacob's Father

Abby stepped out of the car and picked up the pie. She was happy to get off her sore ass. She was greeted at the door by Irene. "Irene, I brought a cherry pie. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I realized you were only trying to help."

Irene took the pie and went to the kitchen with Abby. "No, I was way over the line. Clint and I had a discussion. He explained where a concern mother-in-law stops and an overly inquisitive mother-in-law begins.

Jacob heard the exchange. Irene telling Abby to forget it. She was partially to blame. Abby apologizing for her part. He followed his father into the house. Clint commented on the attitude adjustments.

"Yes, I had a discussion with Abby."

"What did you use on her backside?"

"Wood. My ole hickory. It's a little heavy but makes an impact."

"Exactly what I used on Irene's backside. You gave me an ole hickory on my last birthday. It was a wonderful gift and something I use occasionally. Let's get a beer. Your brothers and wives and nieces and nephews are by the pool."

THE END