A Stranger's Gift Gets Her Spanked

It was about a week after we had moved to our new house. My wife and I decided we needed to move out of the suburbs and into the country for more privacy and space. We had settled and unpacked and were outside starting to figure the gardens when a strange car pulled up our country laneway. A station wagon with the back open and something I could not make out hanging half out of it. Let me give you some background here as to why I found that unusual.

First and foremost, I had been a cuckold. We had been married 20 years and for the first 15 my wife had cuckolded me. It was a ton of fun, but I noticed she had grown a little too attached to the last couple of guys she had cuckolded me with, so asked her to end the cuckolding. That and the kids were now teenagers and were starting to notice when different guys were over or my wife was out with someone else. She had agreed and things were normal. There was however a problem lately and I was sure she was seeing someone behind my back. This was not cuckolding, this was cheating plain and simple. I had openly challenged her and she lied and told me nothing was going on, but I knew something was. My wife was a teacher and before we moved, she worked about forty minutes from home. School in our district ended at three o'clock. My wife would stop for groceries or whatever on the way home and was always in by four thirty at the latest.

Its not like I kept track, however she started showing up at nine at night saying she had gone shopping. She started to have after school meetings that she never had before. She came in with a different top or dress on that she had left the house in. She also came in a few times late, with her hair a mess. My wife was one to never ever have a hair out of place so when she rolled in one night at ten pm with her hair dishevelled saying she had stopped to go shopping but had not bought anything I accused her of cheating. We had a big fight over this just weeks before we were to move to a new house. Part of my desire to move was to get her away from whoever she was sleeping with to make it impossible for her. She would have to transfer to a different school district or drive almost two hours to stay at her current school so I knew that would not happen.

My wife is one of those women that is a mixture of beauty, cute, and sensuality that makes her irresistible to men, and even women. She is a short five-foot-tall bombshell with that little extra touch of curves from having two kids. Her breasts are firm and large D cup breasts with big dark areola and pert nipples. She loves to dress to impress and wears classy but revealing clothes that show off her hips and her cleavage to advantage. Now add to this that she has fabulous legs that look like a dancers', and a body that when you look at you think wow. She is a woman you want to jump on. Her smile is amazing and with her long blonde hair and her blue eyes she owns any room she walks into. I have watched both men and women, stop talking and watch her walk across a room that she enters. I always knew I would be cuckolded being married to such a sexy and pretty lady as men, and sometime even women, would hit on my wife, and hit on her hard, even if I was standing right beside her. It was for me a choice I made before we even got married that I would have to accept cuckolding or chose to leave the sexiest woman ever. Being married to a woman that could be a porn star it was inevitable she would play with others. She really is one of those rare women that had it all, beauty, full kissable lips, great hips to hold onto, legs that women were jealous of, short cute, stacked, and sexy as hell. I trust this gives you a picture of my wife.

There is something special being married to such a woman. Imagine that everywhere you go from grocery shopping, getting gas, or taking her golfing men and women both hit on your wife. My wife is treated like a movie star wherever she goes. She does not realize how pretty and sexy she is. What gets me excited watching is the way she moves and carries herself with confidence, independence, and being unaware of the effect she has on people. It is exciting to watch and when she flirts it gets me hard every time because she really does it with complete innocence, but at the same time I know the little vixen devil inside her. Many of you reading this will not grasp the intoxication of a woman that could have anyone she wants, but she chooses to be with you. Like I said above it was inevitable she could and would want to play with others. I am proud of the fact I gave her the stability, the security, and the love to know that she could step out of our marriage and what is considered normal to explore her sexuality, have some fun, knowing I was going to be there and share that fun with her.

That said, I was not proud of her lying to me and cheating on me. Like I said above being a cuckold was fun, being cheated on is not. There is a big difference! When she was cuckolding she made sure I met and I knew the guys she was with. She told me everything they did together and where and when and shared the adventures with me and did so with my permission. The guys never knew I was aware of her sleeping with them and that, for us as a couple, added to our fun and thrills. Cheating however, was not something I was going to put up with. So back to our story.

As I said we were in the backyard of our new place. We had purchased a big country property with a few acres and a big house set well back from the road. The car that was coming up our drive, had five hundred feet to get to where we parked the cars. We watched the car coming in wondering who it was, what family might be dropping by or whatever. Suddenly my wife jumped and said "wait here, I know who it is and I don't want you to meet them". You can imagine my thoughts and I was not going to stand there. As she started to walk away, I started to follow.

My wife turned and said in a very angry voice for me to stay where I was and just let her get rid of this guy. I fucking knew it. She had been cheating and probably broke things off when we moved. I was pissed but I also thought if I went down there, we may end up in a fight and I did not need that. I was at the time fighting in full contact martial arts tournaments. We had to fight on the Indian reservations because bare knuckle full contact fighting was illegal everywhere else. I knew if it came to a fight I would end up with charges for assault so I stayed put.

After about twenty minutes the car was heading out, with the driver obviously angry. My wife appeared with her arms across her chest looking guilty as hell. I simply asked her is that was that the boyfriend she swore you did not have. She told me again that she had no boyfriend and was not cheating. I pointed out she used the present tense and if she had just broken up she wasn't lying but that I wasn't stupid and told her to tell me she had not been fucking that guy. She said nothing and could not look me in the eye. I took that as confirmation she had been fucking him so I said I was done talking about it as it was so obvious she had been seeing him. I told her it is done, it better be over and if it happens again I will leave. I was not going to throw away twenty years of marriage, mess up teenage kids, and lose my dream home I had only been in a week. Most guys will not, at all, understand this. Most cuckolds will complete get it and know that her cheating like that we could work past, so long as she stopped lying.

She asked me to help her move a gift he had brought. He had dropped of a super expensive garden arbour. This was one that had been custom built and was fancy. I don't know how much he spent but it was not cheap. There it was standing in the driveway. It took the two of us to carry it around to the garden. I wanted to take it to the dump but I thought, no, I am putting it on display and every time anyone asks I am going to go out of my way to say it was a friend, a male friend, a friend my wife had that I did not know, that had it made for my wife. I was keeping it on display to remind her never to cheat again.

That night she was sulking, and I told her she needed to be punished for lying. She gave me a little snort and told me not to be silly. That angered me and I did something that as a cuck I had never ever done. I assumed the dominant role and raised my voice and told her to get her cheating slut ass upstairs to be punished and to do it now. She jumped for a couple of reasons. One I had never called her a slut, let alone a cheating slut even in fun when being cuckolded. Secondly, I had raised my voice and barked an order at her which again is something I had never done. I was pissed at being lied to and I was serious about punishment. I was thinking of making her suck my cock but that wasn't enough. I really wanted to do something so she would know how angry I was. I decided I was going to put her over my knee and spank her bare ass like a naughty child.

When we got into the bedroom, I told her to get undressed from the waist down and stand there. She looked at me like she was about to say no. I saw that and I yelled at her to do it, and do it now and ended it with the word slut. I told her not to make me tell her again or this was going to get worse. I could see a mixture of fear and confusion on her face. I went down to the kitchen and got a kitchen chair with no arms and carried it upstairs and into the bedroom. When I returned she was standing there naked. I think she expected I was going to want some rough sex. She was wrong. I put the chair on the middle of the bedroom at the foot of the bed and sat down. I looked her straight in the eye and said she was going to be spanked for lying to me, spanked for cheating on me, and spanked again for not telling me the stories like she used to do when cuckolding me. I said lastly, she was going to be spanked because she had made me angry and upset. She said no and I told her she either lays down across my knees or she packs a bag and gets out.

She hesitated looking at the floor and so I barked out a loud "Now bitch. Get you slut ass over here and take your punishment". She did as she was told. I took a moment to rub her perfect ass and take in the pale colour of her ass cheeks. And then my anger boiled up as I thought of her giving that ass to someone without me knowing, lying and cheating and I raised my hand. This was not some gentle spanking game. I spanked her ass as hard as I could and she let out a howl of pain and tried to get up. I was not letting her go.

I held her down and I started to wail on that ass. Slap, slap, slap as hard as I could. She was yelling and telling me to stop, that it hurt and it wasn't funny. I growled about not caring of it hurt her the same as she didn't care about how her cheating hurt me. Slap, slap, slap I kept at it. She was crying and swearing she had not cheated which only made me spank that ass even more. I must have slapped her ass forty times before my hand started to hurt and I told her to get off me. Her ass was red, not pink but red. I really had spanked the living hell out of my wife. As she stood crying saying she was sorry, I said if she ever lied again next time I was using my belt. I think it scared her when I said that because she actually flinched. I took the chair and headed to the kitchen. As I left I paused in the doorway and like a parent says to a child I told her to clean herself up, stop her crying and that she was not to come out of the bedroom again until morning.

I went down to the kitchen put the chair away and put on the kettle. I decided to sleep on the couch in my home office and leave her to wonder about things. I also wanted to think about things because I had enjoyed spanking her ass. I had an erection that needed taking care of. I had my cup of tea thinking all sorts of thoughts, jerked off in the kitchen and then went to sleep on the couch. In the morning my wife acted like things were normal and never said a word, other than telling me she was very sorry she had made me angry, and she thanked me for spanking her. We have since moved on from her affair, but there is now a set up restraints under our mattress that I can pull out and tie her spread eagled to in seconds. It's funny how relationships evolve but what came next in ours? Well that is for a future story.