A Fantasy, Part One

She wore a simple dress with a cherry apron. He walked into the door and took her in. He loved her hourglass frame. It had rounded out since he'd first met her, then she was a gorgeous young thing, muscled and fit, with small pert breasts and a tight ass. He'd loved the way she looked then, but there was something about the curves motherhood had brought her that he found simply irresistible. Milk and pregnancy had filled out her chest, and her breasts now sat slightly lower, but so much fuller than they once had. He watched her widened hips sway to the music she softly hummed. The kitchen was full of wonderful smells. He loved coming home to her cooking creations. He hung up his hat and placed down his briefcase. She had yet to notice him and he crept up behind her, pressing himself into her back.

"Mmmm, hello stranger," she purred, turning towards him with a smile.

"Where are the kids?" he whispered in her ear, trailing kisses down her neck

"Upstairs doing homework."

"And how's dinner coming along?"

"Good, just have to finish chopping and then throw it in the oven."

"Good. I'll be in the study, meet me there."

The hairs on the back of her neck shot up as her mind went frantically through the events of the day. What did she do?

He cleared his throat, bring her back to the present.

"Yes, husband," came out automatically.

"Hurry up" with that he turned and walked away. She finished the chopping as fast as she could, and found herself all too soon placing the dish in the oven. She wrung her hands on her apron as she walked down the hall towards the study.

When she reached the door, she took a deep breath, and then opened it. He was sitting behind the desk reading. He didn't look up. He'd changed so much since she'd first met him. When she'd first met him his face was smooth, his form thin and fit. Now he'd grown into a dignified goat tee, she could barely imagine him without the facial hair. He'd widened into his shoulders as well. When she's first met him he'd been to thin for his bones, but over the years he'd filled into his form, and now made quite an intimidating figure. He wasn't an extremely tall man, but he was her perfect size, tall enough that she had to stand on her tip toes to kiss him, and so that he stayed taller than her even in heels, but short enough that she could hug him and rest her head on his shoulder.

Her eyes glanced down at his hands. Those hadn't changed much. They'd always been large, large and thick. They looked like hands that were made for spanking. Yet even with their callous appearance, when he wanted them to, they could be a gentle as feathers. When he ran them over her body he could be so gentle that her whole form became covered in goosebumps. Her slow steps finally brought her to stand in front of the desk. She looked at him, but he still hadn't responded.

"Umm," she began,"The kids may be down at any minute.."

"Take down your panties and bend over the desk"

She wanted to desperately argue, to question, but she knew that would only make things worse. She reached under her dress and slowly slipped down her bikini style panties. When they were past her thighs, gravity took over and they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and bent over the table. He waited a few more moments, and then rose from his chair, walking over to her. She softly hissed in breath as his hand ran up the back of her thigh bringing her skirt up over her bare backside. One hand rested on her lower back, the other began caressing her cheeks.

"Why are you here?"

Shit..she thought, I have no idea... "Ummm."

SLAP "Not ummm"

"I don't kn-"

SLAP, "Don't you dare finish that sentence"

"But-" And with that his hand began to fall hard and fast, taking her breath away. She began to whimper, then softly cry out, trying desperately not to make too much noise, just as tears were forming in her eyes, he stopped, returning to his soft caressing touch.

"Do I have to have a reason to spank you?"

"No husband"

SMACK

"That's right. I don't. However, this time I do. This was just the appetizer." He calmly stated, as his caress went lower and dipped in between her thighs, lightly brushing her pussy lips. "You have until the kids are asleep to figure out what your in trouble for, or you get the belt." With that his hand abruptly ended her pleasure and he walked out the door. She could hear the kids yell "DADDY!" as she straightened herself. She began to wrack her brain....she had to figure out what she'd done...