"Are your nipples sore, Aylin?" he asked when she returned with the belt.

"Yes, Eric," she replied, tears coming to her eyes.

"No, Aylin, you call me Mr. Hart while we're doing this."

She felt the first throb of her clit when he said that! This was going to be a Victorian-style birching! She had noticed that he had brought into the room, the bundle of switches that stood, she thought, as decoration in the large terracotta Panya jar that adorned their hall. He also had the paddle that hung on the kitchen wall, another decoration; until now. Eric had a jar and bundle of switches like it at work too, she realised in horror.

"I-I'm so sorry, Eric," she sobbed.

She felt the shame of disappointing him and letting herself down keenly. She knew that he really had trusted her and that she had behaved irresponsibly.

Her husband just looked at her, eyebrows raised. She remembered belatedly that this evening, he was not the Eric who loved her, but rather he was Mr. Hart, the man charged with disciplining her for her own good.

"You seem to have a difficulty learning things, Aylin," he said meanly. "Don't worry, we'll work on that."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hart!"

"I know you are, Aylin, but we have to make sure that you remember this for a long time. Go and stand beside the dining table."

She obeyed, all the while fighting against the sensations stirring in her loins. She could not believe that this could be happening to her.

"Bend over at your waist and hold on to the sides of the table, Aylin."

The woman hesitated, looking at her husband to see if he were serious. He was.

"Do it now, Aylin!" he said hitting her naked buttocks with the twig birch.

The sting made her yelp. She pulled away from him and, rubbing her behind, turned to gaze at him. It occurred to her that if she didn't say something then he might go through with it.

"Eric! Isn't this extreme? After all, it is my money!"

"How dare you, Missie! I am Mr. Hart to you, girl!" the man exclaimed and landed three quick blows of the reed switch on her rump. "Bend over or it will be worse for you!"

Aylin could see that there would be no reasoning with Eric for the moment. She decided to allow him to birch her with the reeds and then when he paused for breath then they would have to talk. She bent over the table and grabbed hold. Somehow, knowing how exposed she was turned out to be far more sensual than she had anticipated it would be. She wondered how she looked to Eric. She glanced at his crotch hoping to see signs of tenting there. She was not disappointed.

"Count them please."

SWISH

"Uuhh!"

She waited but nothing happened. She glanced around at Eric who stood there looking back at her impassively.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" he asked at last.

Realisation dawned.

"One!"

"Too late. Let us begin again."

SWISH

"One!"

SWISH

"Two."

SWISH

"T-three!"

SWISH

"F-four!"

SWISH

"Please Eric! You can stop now!" Aylin begged, standing up.

"Let's start again."

"No! Eric! Stop!"

"Bend over."

"Eric! No! Please!"

"Bend over, Aylin!"

SWISH

"Eric! Mr. Hart!"

"Good girl. Now bend over."

SWISH

"Eric, please!"

"One?"

"One."

SWISH

"T-t-two."

SWISH...

The tears flowed freely, but Aylin managed to count out the twelve strokes to her left buttock. By the time Eric finished punishing her right cheek she was a blubbering mess. She promised to be a good girl. She promised never to lie to him again; never to waste her money ever.

"I know, Aylin, but just to make sure."

SWOOSH, WHUMP

Aylin howled as the paddle hit her in the middle of her backside.

"ONE!"

WHUMP

"T-two."

WHUMP

"Threeeee,"

She was crying full out by this time, but Mr. Hart continued torturing her behind unabated. She counted twelve strokes with the paddle before he paused again. His hands felt delightfully cold as they caressed the curve of her heated flanks. With this gesture she knew that despite what was happening between them that he loved her. When he pushed first one, then two fingers into her slimy vagina and frigged her clit with his thumb she cooed and pushed back toward him.

He played with her for a few minutes before withdrawing his hand and pressing her away from him, painfully sensitive breasts plastered on the table again.

"We're almost done," he whispered hoarsely.

She heard him remove the slave-buckled belt from his waist of his trousers where he had put it when she had handed it to him earlier. The sounds of the belt being removed, and what might have been him winding it around his hand, frightened her, but she remembered his brief caress, and what it signified, and kept her position, stoically.

WHOOO SNAP!

"One," she whimpered as the belt hit her.

SNAP!

"Two," she sniffed.

SNAP!

"Three," she huffed, grabbing on to the table for support as her knees began to unlock.

SNAP!

"F-our?"

"Yes, my baby, that was four," Mr. Hart said gently.

He paused and looked at her, as if considering aborting his process. She could feel him psyche himself up for the rest of her punishment as he renewed his hold on her back.

SNAP!

"Five. Thank you, Mr. Hart," she whispered.

She heard him groan. He paused again.

SNAP!

"Mr. Hart!" Aylin whispered as an other-worldly feeling seized her and she no longer cared about the beating.

It did not hurt to have him rain blows on her rear. She had almost stepped out of her body. She smiled through her tears. Then she felt the thick blunt end of his diamond-hard penis as he sought immediate entry into her body. She was so wet that it was not hard for him to thrust his pole to the end of her shaft in one smooth movement. His fingers dug into her flesh desperately as he found the purchase that he needed to hold her while he bounced in and out of her roughly.

It didn't take him long to finish what the beating had started for them both; and when Aylin clutched helplessly around his cock as her orgasm hit her he grunted his release to the world through the teeth gripping his wife's shoulder. He lay on top of her for a while, pressing her into the table painfully, but unable to stand.

"Please!" she begged, eventually; and he managed to struggle to his feet, his cock popping noisily from her body.

He reached over and helped her up, gathering her into his arms and holding her tightly when she accepted his help. He stroked her back as he rocked her. He kissed her temple and whispered words of endearment to her.

"Come, baby; let's go upstairs. I have something that will help with that bite. I'm so sorry. I've never got so carried away before."

He told his wife that he wouldn't offer to soothe her derriere because he really had meant to punish her by the spanking, but she had proven to be everything that he needed her to be; and that he was proud of her. Eric informed her that he wanted her like he never had before, and that as soon as she was ready, he would be more than happy for her to return the favour.