Emma stormed into the living room and shouted at me, “You bitch. I am now going to teach you such a lesson for ruining my favourite dress.”

“I told you, Emma. It was an accident,” I replied wide-eyed and worried. I had seen Emma in this mood before and she was scary when like this.

Emma grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the chair. “An accident, my foot. You are in for it, Beth, as I need to teach you that you have to be more careful.”

I didn’t resist but I was pretty sure I knew where she was taking me, though. 

Emma was correct because I wasn’t careful when I wore her dress. I spilt the wine because I balanced the glass on my leg for a moment, lost my balance and whoosh, the wine glass fell over and the red wine stained the dress. I was tipsy anyway and didn’t even think to try to wash the wine out. So, it was my fault.

Emma pulled me along behind her as we went upstairs to the bedroom. It was our bedroom as we were lovers but Emma wasn’t the easiest person to live with. She was short-tempered for starters and hence she flew off the handle over a little thing like a spoilt dress. OK, it was her favourite dress, but nevertheless, did it really justify this? 

I was led by the wrist like a naughty child but, like her, I was in my thirties. Once in the bedroom, Emma dragged me over to the bed where she sat down and next thing I knew she lifted my dress up and yanked down my knickers continuing as though I was a naughty little girl.

“Get across my lap, girl,” Emma ordered.

Wincing, I eased myself down across Emma’s lap like I had done so many times before. I loved the close-up view of the backs of her legs and what it meant, and to be fair, I even loved being treated like a naughty girl with Emma being so maternal, on the one hand, and the domineering girlfriend and lover on the other.

Emma’s hand rubbed my bottom in circles as she berated me, “I am going to teach you a lesson, my girl. A hard one.”

Next moment she must have lifted her hand as the rubbing stopped. The first spank always stung as Emma was a hard spanker because of all that going to the gym, and using weights as well as running. Anyway, she always spanked me really hard.

I gasped as the spanking continued and my bottom stung more and more. I knew it was no use pleading for her to stop because he wouldn’t until she was ready to. Spank after spank landed on my bare bottom and it felt like her hand was large enough to cover my whole bottom but I knew really it just seemed that way as the pain cascaded outward to every inch of my bottom.

“Legs apart, girl,” Emma ordered.

Obediently I parted my legs and knew why and waited for the spanking to move to the backs of my legs. The next spank hit the back of my left leg and the spank after that hit the back of my right leg. I screamed out as I always did when Emma spanked the backs of my thighs as the spanks rained down all over my legs and the pain spread.

The tingling started. I loved the tingling as it spread from my thighs up the inside of my legs and crashed into my pussy, but it didn’t stop there as the tingling caused by the very hard spanking kept going until it was deep inside me. 

Emma knew what she was doing to me and she knew I love to be spanked really hard, just like she was doing.

“I hope this is teaching you a lesson, girl,” Emma snapped at me. 

Her voice was so sexy, to me anyway, with such a domineering tone of voice that said I had to obey her. I did, of course, every time. Even this time staining her dress was a true mistake but we both agreed those mistakes always had to be paid for with a spanking, like this very hard one.

The tingling deep inside my pussy intensified and I slowly gyrated and my stretched juicily wet pussy lips rubbed against Emma’s bare thighs. 

Emma knew what I was doing and spanked me harder, knowing that the quivering in my pussy intensified.

“You are so naughty, Beth,” Emma reminded me in her intolerant sounding haughtily dominant voice.

I knew that Emma was probably smiling as she watched the back of my head and as my breathing deepened, as I replied, “Harder, Emma. Spank me harder.” I couldn’t stop myself asking for the harder and harder spanks as I lay across my lover’s lap being spanked so hard but being turned on as well.

Emma didn’t disappoint me as the spanks got even harder.

I cried out as the pain overcame me and tears filled my eyes and I let out a sob. When the next spank hit the back of my thigh I yelped and this time the sob became a cry and I knew tears were rolling down my face.

Emma stopped spanking me and her hand slipped between my legs and brushed along my pussy lips. She knew I was very wet and that I loved the feel of her fingers even as my sobbing continued as she caressed me. I raised my tummy and her fingers explored my pussy and I felt her flick my clit and then I gasped again.  This time I could stop my gasps as she pushed her fingers gently inside me, easing them in and out as I gyrated to increase the intensity.

Emma knew what had to happen and said quietly, “Shush, my love. Let it happen.”

I came, beautifully, with such a wonderful orgasm like so many others my Emma had given me so many times. I kept gyrating and my second orgasm arrived, and then the third like a wave. How wonderful this was, I told myself. 

Now I was spent and my passion receded and I lowered my head and my breathing subsided after a few final deep sighs, and I was back to normal.

I turn around whilst still across Emma’s lap. “Thank you, my love. I so needed that.”

Emma smiled her beautifully wicked smile. “I did promise you a spanking before we go out because of my dress.”

She had. Just ten minutes ago. 

Emma added firmly just as I knew she would, “Just sixty more my love, with thirty on each bottom cheek. They will hurt all the more now you have cum.”

I knew she would do that. This was the real punishment part of the spanking of course, after all. She knew my passion for being spanked and so had to make me cum several times so that she could give me the real meaningful spanking. I nodded, sniffed, and turned back to the floor and felt the tap-tap of the most horrid of heavy thick wooden paddle-hairbrushes and the first really hard spank landed with a loud thwack. It hurt so much more because after the string of orgasms I no longer felt the erotic quivers race around my pussy and all I felt were the terribly hard spanks with the dreaded hairbrush.

This time my tears ran even more quickly down my face as I squirmed around on Emma’s lap kicking my legs and crying out how sorry I was. The spanking was truly painful and my bottom really stung but I deserved every one of the sixty spanks, though. I had stained Emma’s dress and needed to be spanked really hard and focus on the spanking, and that happened after my orgasms.

The spanks ended and I still cried and even once Emma told me to get up, I stood and could not stop myself rubbing my bottom and stepping from foot to foot.

Emma said firmly, “We need to get going. The other girls will be waiting for us.”

I pulled my knickers back up gasping as the elastic eased against my stinging bottom and then was able to straighten out my dress. I brushed my hair using the hairbrush Emma had just used on my bottom which was always a nice touch, we both felt.

Emma knew the seats in the restaurant were hard benches and that my bottom would sting when I sat down. We would exchange knowing glances as I suffered in silence, well, except for the occasional gasp as I squirmed too much on the hard seat. I won’t damage any of her dresses again, though, I told myself, hoping beyond hope that I had learnt that lesson.

What I also knew was that when we get back home Emma would get a huge thank you from me for dealing with me so correctly. She loved it when I gave her tongue sex and we would make love well into the night even with my bottom stinging so much. After all, I was a good girl again by then.