The Manuscript

The Manuscript


Jim finished drying and putting away the dishes, Jess dried her hands and took off her apron. He kissed her on top of her head. “Dinner was great honey. Thank you.”

She hugged him. Savoring the smell of his cologne.

“Do you have something else for me?” He asked. She tightened her grip on him and ground into him. “No. Not that. I think the first draft of your manuscript was due today. Remember we set a deadline? So you would get back into writing?”

“Um. No. I mean yes I do remember but I didn’t exactly finish it.” She stepped back from him a bit. She felt a guilty flush moving up her neck and tried to will it to stop.

“We agreed to 10,000 words by tonight. How ‘not exactly’ along are you?”

“Ah I have a page, a page and a half maybe two. I kept changing characters and viewpoints, even settings. It’s been so long I just couldn’t decide. Are you mad at me?” She put on her best pouty face and looked up at him.

“Mad? No. I’m not angry. You didn’t do anything to me. This is your project. This whole exercise was to help you. You said you wanted to get back to writing. You said you wanted some structure. A little ‘impetus’ to get started again. I’m not angry - but I am disappointed.”

“I’m sorry. I thought I would get into the flow and I'll do better next week. I promise.” She nuzzled into him.

Jim stepped back. “Jess. You know that wasn’t the deal.” She felt the flush continue its advance her ears warm now. “You made a commitment. And, so did I.”

“Yeah, yes but . . .” She looked around, frantic. Her mind raced trying to think of an excuse, something to get her out of this. He took both her hands in his.

“Calm down. I’m not going to spank you. Now.”

“You. You’re not?” She let out a long breath. Then her mind focused on the word “Now.”

“No. You’re having lunch with your friends tomorrow. Right? You’re aspiring writer friends?”

“Yes. At 1:00 at Mario’s.”

“Well you’re going to have lunch with a sore bottom. I’m going to spank you tomorrow before your lunch. You’ll still be feeling it while you’re eating. As you all sit around and compare notes you’ll be reminded of your shortcomings.”

She didn’t know what to do - she didn’t want a spanking - now or tomorrow but she certainly didn’t want a spanking just before she went to lunch. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes. “Jim, please give me my spanking now.” There. She’d said it.

He smiled that smug smile of his “No dear, you get your spanking tomorrow.”

Jess worked on her manuscript all night. She went back to her outline, decided on her main character and what point-of-view she would write in. With a clear vision of how her story would proceed she wrote until almost midnight and doubled her number of completed pages. She slipped into a baby doll top and matching bikini panties, she brushed her hair and sprayed on a little of Jim’s favorite perfume. Jim was reading a magazine in bed when she walked in her lingerie concealing just enough of her body to intrigue him. They both had a thing for lingerie, pretty things made Jessie feel pretty while Jim loved the way they enhanced and still covered her figure. He closed his magazine and put it away as Jessie slid under the covers next to him. She turned on her side and slid her hand into his shorts feeling his cock come to life in her hand. She stroked him gently and let her fingers wander down beneath his scrotum, she ran her nails along his perineum and then went back to stroking his cock. She leaned in to kiss him allowing him a peek inside her babydoll top. His hand moved up and slipped along her smooth belly to her breast, his palm supporting the weight of it while his fingertips were circumnavigating her areola. They were both flushed and their breathing increased. She disengaged her lips from his and kissed his neck, then his shoulder, then his chest, her lips moved to his hard flat belly as her hand pushed his shorts down over his hips, he lifted his buttocks to aid her in undressing him as her mouth approached the top of pubic area.

She swiveled her body around so she was kneeling between his legs, she pulled the babydoll top over her head, bowed forward and ran her hands down the sides of his body while her breasts ran down his chest and belly finally stopping on either side of his erect penis. She wriggled a few times, her soft bosom caressing him then she sat up and scooted back, she licked his thigh on either side, lapping his legs like licking an ice cream cone. She puckered her lips and kissed his scrotum that was growing heavier as his balls tightened. She ran her tongue along his sack and circled the base of his penis before rising up and taking him in her mouth. She slid her tongue from the base to the tip, her tongue circled the tip already moist with precum then lowered her head and swallowed him again. As she worked her way up this time she tightened the seal with her lips and increased the suction, his back arched down again and her tongue played alongside the underside of his cock. She lingered, stationary, sucking hard for a few seconds when she had him completely in her mouth. Then she slowly lifted her head keeping the pressure on. She went down faster now and returned to the top quickly. Jim held tight his buttocks pressed into the mattress as she did the work. She repeated the dance with her head over and over, her hand rolled his balls in her palm then she felt his balls tighten, she took him as far into her mouth and throat as she could just as he erupted, not just once but waves of semen escaping him. She swallowed every drop she could but still some ran out the corners of her mouth, his volume and velocity too much for her to accommodate.

“Jessie,” His voice was hoarse, his breath rapid. She turned her head to look up his long body into his eye, raising an eyebrow to acknowledge him. “That one has to go in the blowjob Hall of Fame.”

Jessie snuggled under his arm Jim draped his arm across her shoulder and idly fingered her breast.

“So, you can just forget about that silly old spanking thing for tomorrow - right honey?” Jessie asked. Jim pulled away and stopped fiddling with her nipple.

“Forget about it? No honey I’m afraid we can’t do that.” Jim replied.

“Why not? What about the ‘Hall of Fame’ BJ I just gave you?”

“That was wonderful honey and I surely appreciate it but one thing has nothing to do with the other. We made an agreement and we both have a responsibility to live up to our ends of the bargain. You said 10,000 words or a spanking. I agreed to spank you if you didn’t reach your goal. We didn’t say a “spanking or a blow job’. I intend to carry out my part of the agreement and I fully expect you to accept your part.” Jessie crossed her arms over her bare bosom.

“Hmph! Why do you have to be so damned logical all the time?”

“I don’t know honey. Because one of us has to be?”

The next morning Jim read the paper and sipped his coffee while Jessie scrolled through social media on her iPad.

“What time is your lunch today?” Jessie felt her stomach tighten.

“Uh, 1:00 at Mario’s.”
“Nice place. It should take you what, about 20 minutes to get there?”
“Yeah, I suppose.” Jessie’s voice was soft. She had an idea where this was going.

“So to be safe, find parking etc. I guess you should leave about 12:30?” This time Jessie nodded. Jim put his newspaper down and looked directly into his wife’s beautiful eyes. He could see through the lenses of her eyeglasses that her eyes were beginning to well up. “Ok, Jessie, please meet me in the office at 11:15. Be completely ready to head out, dressed in the outfit you’re wearing to lunch. And Jessie?”
“Yes?”

“Bring the paddle. The wooden paddle.” Jessie just hung her head and nodded. Jim folded the paper and gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Then he bent over and kissed the top of her head.

Over the years of their marriage Jessie and Jim’s spanking routines had evolved. Jessie actually liked a good erotic spanking and a good hard spanking led to powerful orgasms. She could take a long severe spanking with Jim’s hand or the leather paddle. The smacks leaving her ass hot, red and sore and they would both be incredibly turned on. Jessie would be multi-orgasmic and Jim loved taking her from behind feeling her hot as a stove on his bare thighs as he fucked her. But, Jesse HATED punishment spankings. First of all she hated being wrong, she was a perfectionist and detested making mistakes. She really detested being told she was wrong and very few men had earned the right to call her out on errors, omissions, or short-comings. Jim was one of them. The other side of that was that she was her own harshest critic. She would not let a mistake go, look forward to doing better next time or just move past the mistake to the next event. No - she had to hash and rehash it in her mind, invoking brutally negative self-talk “You’re an idiot, you don’t deserve to succeed, how did you even get here?” This negative talk had sabotaged her dream of being a published author. She suffered from the “impostors syndrome” that plagued even the greatest writers. This quest for perfection is what stymied her writing. Rather than just writing and then revising, Jessie re-wrote every paragraph, every sentence, changed words and then changed them back over-and-over, until she deemed it perfect. The books she read and the groups she joined all mentioned accountability. Writing programs allowed her to set word count goals for a day which hse set dutifully and then beat herself up if she fell short which her perfectionism all but guaranteed. She had finally enlisted Jim’s help. Just having a computer program tell her she fell short wasn’t spurring her on to do better. She needed to be held accountable. Their discipline sessions had enhanced their marriage as much as the erotic spankings had improved their sex life. If Jessie threw a tantrum, forgot a chore, or said something vicious to Jim she would earn a punishment spanking. She hated and avoided these. To make sure their was no confusion between the two erotic spankings took place in the bedroom while punishments were administered in Jim’s home office. He had even designated a “naughty corner” - Jessie despised the childish term - opposite the window where Jessie would stand, red bottom on display, after the spanking to let the heat, pain and lesson of the day’s session sink in. Jessie had explained her dilemma of being unable to reach her goals writing. They both knew what the problem was but Jim was the first to articulate it and he used the same word her writing books and critique groups used - “accountability.” They had agreed on a weekly word count rather than a daily count so if Jess was having a legitimate bad day, writer’s block etc. she could make it up another day. She had come up with 10,000 words a week to get her first draft finished on her timetable. They had agreed that the severity of her punishment, if necessary, should be in line with how much she fell short. She would be spanked much less severely if she missed by 100 words than if she was 1,00 words short. In this case she was 9,500 words short. Jim could not physically chastise her hard enough to account for that short-fall; even Jessie’s resilient bottom couldn’t absorb that much punishment. So her corporal punishment would be coupled with the discomfort of attending her lunch with a very freshly spanked bottom.

At 11:15 Jessie finished her makeup and tied her hair back. She'd selected her outfit with the two appointments she had that day in mind - easy access to her backside for her spanking and a fashionable outfit for lunch. She’d chosen a button down blouse, a green skirt with no stockings or panthose, and, as always she wore a matching bra and panty set underneath. The both were white with pink bows and lace trim on the bra cups and the legs of the high-waist panties. She looked herself over in the mirror, smoothed her skirt, fixed a stray hair and took a deep breath. Then she went to her dresser, dug around under her lingerie until she felt the wood of the punishment paddle. Jim had found the paddle in the very back of an antique store they were exploring during a weekend getaway. It was the real thing, not a bedroom prop or tourist trinket. It was an honest-to-God punishment paddle. It was made from heavy wood, well-formed but not perfect indicating it was hand made rather than machine produced. The wood was stained a dark brown but it had two areas where the original lighter shade of the wood shone through, apparently, this area most often came into contact with the penitent’s bottom. Jim had called her over when he discovered it.



“I want you to buy this.” He instructed her. Jessie laughed at first.

“Oh no Jim, what would the sales lady think?”

“She’d think, correctly, that you can be a naughty wife who needs her pretty posterior paddled occasionally.” Jessie shot a glance to the front counter where the annoyingly well put together woman was reading a catalog of upcoming estate sales. She decided to take another tack. “But Jim.” she lowered her voice to a whisper “You wouldn’t spank me with that - it is too hard.”
Jim took it from her and slapped it into his open palm. The smack echoed through the store causing the cashier to look up from her catalog. Jim shook his hand.

“It does sting but nothing you couldn’t handle.” Jessie blushed.

“Here you go.” He handed her the paddle and nodded towards the cashier. Blushing, Jessie took it from him. She was impressed with its weight as she carried it to the cashier. The woman took it and wrapped it in tissue paper before placing it gently in the store’s paisley bag.

“That came from the estate of our former Elementary School Principal.” She advised. Jim nodded. Jessie blushed.

“I’m sure it was quite effective at correcting the naughty boys. And girls.” Jim replied. Jessie’s blush deepened. The saleslady gave a throaty laugh and her hand went to the back of her skirt.

“Oh, I can assure you it did. Good luck to both of you.” She nodded at Jessie and gave Jessie’s eye an annoyingly knowing smile.

The punishment paddle - as opposed to her leather fun paddle - became the penultimate implement of discipline in their house, only Jim’s old leather belt more senior in terms of severity. The paddle wasn’t used often, Jessie earned a punishment paddling only once every three or four months and the belt only once or twice a year. She’d usually earn a punishment spanking about once a week or, if she hit a good stretch, every other week. Even Jim’s hand spankings hurt enough to teach a lesson, the paddle really drove his point home and a strapping with the belt left no doubt that she’d done wrong, but what Jessie hated most was the simple fact that she was being punished - that she’d earned everything Jim was dishing out. And, most of all she hated the lecture that preceded each and every punishment. Jim was infuriatingly logical and articulate. Not only did his scolding extend the punishment, but he also articulated every single aspect of her misbehavior, drew it out, put it under a microscope, and shined a light on it. Then he described in gruesome detail what she did, why it was wrong, why she needed to be punished, how she agreed to do or not do the thing necessitating her punishment. “Didn’t she remember that agreement? Then why had she done it?” Shaking his head in disappointment, telling her how she’d let him down, how she’d let herself down, how much better she was than this. He knew exactly what words hit sore points with her; she would be on the verge of tears or sometimes have tears streaming down her face before she even positioned herself over his lap or bent over the chair to receive her punishment. With all of this running through her head Jessie pulled the paddle from the drawer, took a deep breath, and walked to Jim's office.

Jim was seated at his desk going over a spreadsheet when Jessie tapped on the doorframe, paddle held down by her side. He automatically smiled when he saw her, forgetting for a moment why she was there. The sight of the paddle reminded him and his smile faded.

“Come in, Jessie.” He checked his watch. “You're a few minutes early. Hoping to get it over with?” Jessie shrugged.

“I was ready so I figured I’d come down. No use standing around waiting.”

“I understand but I’m not quite ready yet. I need to finish this before we begin. But, you know I think a little corner time in preparation for your spanking is in order today. Go put your nose in the naughty corner while I finish this up. Think about what you have coming - you know the ache the paddle leaves behind, think about how you’ll feel eating lunch today with your friends with a sore, hot bottom as opposed to the nice lunch you could be having if you’d met your goal. Put your nose in the corner and think about how much you got done last night when you really put your mind to writing and how, if you’d done that earlier in the week we wouldn’t be here right now. Jessie, go stand in the corner.” Jessie nodded and eyes on the carpet walked to the corner with the paddle still in her hand. She shuffled in so her toes were touching each wall her peripheral vision was blocked by the wall on either side. The window was open and she could smell the flowers outside and even hear birds singing. She also knew that if someone walking down the sidewalk craned their neck at just the right angle and slowed their pace they could probably discern her standing in this juvenile punishment position. She blushed at the thought. She heard Jim’s fingers on the keyboard and she could even tell when he’d pushed the final “Return” key. Then she heard his chair scrape and his footfalls heading toward her. He reached down with his right hand and relieved her of the paddle. He placed his left hand gently on her shoulder.

“Did you think things over?” He asked. She nodded.

“Do you think you’ll do better next week?” Jessie’s heart leaped, maybe he was letting her off with a warning, maybe this had just been an exercise like “Scared Straight” to show her what could happen if she didn’t do better.

“Yes, oh yes. I know I’ll do better.”
“Good, then we won’t have to do this again. Let’s go, honey, let’s get your bottom paddled so you can get to lunch. Say goodbye to the corner, for now, you’ll reacquaint yourselves in a little while.” Jessie swallowed hard. She wasn't getting off with a warning. She took a breath as he reached down and took her left hand in his and led her to the chair. He sat and put the paddle on the floor on his right side. She stood before him as vulnerable as if she was naked. He was silent for a good thirty seconds just looking at her, looking into her eyes, looking her up and down. She could tell he was gathering his thoughts.

“You’ll be going to lunch after your spanking Jessie.” She nodded. “You’ll be going to lunch with women who are not as smart, not as talented, not as witty but who are, in this field, more successful. Why is that?” Jessie shrugged. “Jessie. I asked you a question. Answer me.” Jessie sighed.

“Because I don’t let myself just write. I labor over every word. I’m too much of a perfectionist.”

“But, you can do better when you set your mind to it?” Jessie nodded. ‘Use your words, Jessie.”

“Yes. Yes, I can when I make a point of it.” Jim nodded.

“Then that is the goal of today’s exercise - to remind you to make it a point not to be such a perfectionist. ‘Write first; revise later.’ Isn’t that one of your mantras?”

“Yes.”

“Lift your skirt.” Jessie did as he instructed, blushing as she lifted the hem of her skirt above her hips. They’d seen each other naked dozens, hundreds of times but the ritual baring for punishment still mortified her. He beckoned her with his finger and she stepped closer to him. Without another word, he grasped her panties and tugged them down. She lifted one foot then the other stepping out of her undergarment now completely bare below her waist.

“I’m going to spank, and paddle your bare ass now Jessie. You are going to get a good, hard paddling. It is going to hurt. Not only is it going to hurt, but the paddle is also going to cause the ache to last. Your pretty ass will still be hot and sore, probably even bruised.” He ran his index finger up the middle of her slim thigh and over her cheek. “All of this is going to be red and hot.”

Tears were streaming down her face now. The embarrassment of standing bare before him, the cold, unemotional way he described the effects of her punishment, the clinical manner he adopted as he described her discomfort at lunch. The man she loved, and who she knew loved her describing her upcoming misery with less emotion than describing the home team’s loss. This is what hurt her; that she knew he was right, that she was getting what she deserved, she couldn’t be mad at him because he was right and she’d been wrong. The horrible punishment, the pain she’d suffer that he so casually described was exactly what she deserved, what she needed. He moved his hand to the small of her back and through its pressure guided her over his lap. His hands roamed the region south of her bunched-up skirt as he adjusted her over his lap. She ended up with her arms supporting her, her midsection lying almost comfortably across his hard legs. He rubbed her bare cheeks, his calloused hands rough on her soft, smooth skin. He took a deep breath, lifted his hand from her ass, and brought it crashing down in the center of her ass, his fingers sinking into her right cheek while most of his palm sank into the right. Punishment spankings did not include a warm-up. The punishment started from the first spank and continued until the last. He spanked rapidly, randomly heating her whole ass and, as he’d promised, expended some effort on her tender thighs. These he attacked with his fingers his digits like cords of a whip. Then he went up to the very base of her ass cheek, his hard palm striking these with an upsweep that left the cheeks jiggling after each spank. She was crying not from the embarrassment now but the pain. Her toes tapped steadily on the floor. Still, he continued to spank her. The skin on her cheeks felt tight, stretched thin over her swollen buttocks. He paused his attack. He traced his fingertips over her ass. Tightened his left arm around her waist. She felt his weight shift as he retrieved the paddle. She wouldn't debase herself by asking for mercy. Once he had pronounced a sentence she knew he would carry it out. She braced herself for the coming pain. She deserved it - she needed it. He rubbed the smooth cool wood across her ass. She took two deep breaths.

“You know what to do Jessie. Poke it up.” Jessie arched her back and poked her bottom up in the air. She hated assisting in her own punishment but this came with a paddling. He tapped her ass twice with the paddle transmitting where it would land and WHACK! Brought it down exactly where he’d promised. Jessie yelped, her tears increased.

“Lift it up, Jessie. Don’t make me tell you each time. Let’s get this over with.” Like they were coworkers sharing a task. Jessie did as she instructed, he tapped her twice a little lower, Jessie groaned in anticipation WHACK! She yelped again and quickly pushed her butt up and out he rewarded her cooperation with two quick taps and SMACK! She recovered quickly earning her a “Good girl.” two firm taps across the center of her bottom and a hard WHAP! This elicited a screech but again she did what she was supposed to and arched her back presenting her bottom for more punishment. In all she received 10 strokes with the paddle, combined with the hard spanking that had preceded it; her bottom was a deep red, small black and blue marks decorated her lower cheeks.

“Ok, hon. That should cover it.” He helped her up, she sat on his lap, her wounded bottom dangling over his lap. She buried her head in his shoulder sniffling. He rubbed her back. “Ok, hon. You took a good paddling. You need to pull yourself together and get to lunch.” She squeezed him tight and nodded into his shoulder. She sniffled once more and stood. She reached back and ran her fingers over her wounded flesh. “Ooooh. My heinie hurts” She forced a smile through her tears. He stood and placed his forearms on her shoulders.

“I was hard on you because I knew if I wasn’t you’d be even harder on yourself. Accept the fact that you screwed up and paid the price. It is behind you now. Go have a nice launch with your friends.”

“Oh, it’s behind me alright.”