Penny's Correction Ch. 01

"Oh, my God," she said. I tapped her bottom again.

"Did your uncle take your pants down?"

"Oh God. Please don't mention that."

"Did he?"

"You know that he did. I've told you before."

"Did he fuck you afterwards?"

She turned and looked me in the eye. She kissed me on the mouth. "You know," she replied. "Is that what you want to happen today?" I slapped her bottom again, hard.

"You better hurry. We don't want to be late," I told her.

"God, no. He hates it if people keep him waiting."

When she came back downstairs I took her in my arms, held her tight and kissed her deeply on the lips. "Whatever happens this is for us both." I told her.

"Yes, I know." she replied.

"Are you frightened?" I held her tightly and kissed her neck.

"Oh God, yes. I am terrified but.... darling.... " She shivered. "I am glad that you have arranged this. I can not explain how excited and tense I am." I kissed her again.

"We had better get going."

I knew that we risked being late now. We kissed again and again, this time deeper kisses as my tongue explored her mouth. My hand stroked her breast which was rising and falling rapidly. My other hand went to her bottom. I pushed my erect penis to her body.

"I can't wait to see you punished," I told her. I smacked her backside. I moved her towards the sofa.

"No, we don't have time."

I held her breast firmly. "Just a little bit of play to put you in the mood." I told her.

"No, we must get going." She replied as she pushed away from me.

I reluctantly separated from her. She was now agitated, wanting to get to the car. She watched me as I delayed pretending to look for my keys. I went upstairs to search the bedroom. "Hurry, please John." she called after me.

I now knew that we were going to be late. Good!

I took my time returning downstairs. We left the house and got into the car.

xxXxx

I had known Peter for many years. He was a big man in all respects, standing at six foot four inches with a broad chest. Twice divorced from beautiful women, he was an imposing man both physically and in character. Many in the company feared him as he imposed his influence upon them.

Peter and I had played tennis throughout the summer, and afterwards we would often have a few drinks in the bar at the club. On one such occasion, as we were drying off after a shower in the Club changing rooms, the conversation turned to wives and girlfriends. Peter was telling me about a girlfriend who enjoyed being tied up and beaten. I couldn't help but notice as he dried between his legs that his cock, although half limp, was impressive. Uncircumcised, it was certainly thicker and longer than mine. He seemed to take his time with his towel, drying his crotch in front of me with his cock bouncing up and down, as he recalled the girl who enjoyed "a bit of pain". Was he deliberately showing himself off to me?

Later, as we enjoyed a pint of beer in the bar, he continued telling me about the girl friend who had enjoyed being spanked. He asked after Penny and the conversation became more intimate. "Judging by the way she moves in the office, I expect that she loves a roll in the hay?" I was not in the habit of discussing intimate details of Penny's and my sex life, but on this occasion, as I sipped my pint, I was on the verge of boasting as I told Peter that my wife had also enjoyed a bit of firm handling. I told him that she had had an experience some years previously of BDSM. I explained that I was not into imposing pain on her myself, as the thought of hurting her was abhorrent to me. But I admitted that she and I had often enjoyed discussing mild sexual subjugation. Peter wanted to know more but I teased him, saying that perhaps one day she could tell him herself.

Over the next beer we jokingly developed a possible fun scenario whereby he would punish his PA for an indiscretion. We talked about his PA as an abstract person but both of us knew that we were actually talking about Penny. Peter suggested that he could arrange for some company data to be lost from her computer. He could fix it so that the IT boys were briefed to ensure that the data was not retrievable. Half jokingly, we developed the situation where this would lead to Peter giving his PA a spanking. After a few beers this little scenario sounded frivolous fun. But I felt a shiver of excitement when he jokingly said that he would very much look forward to 'dealing with his PA'. My cock stirred.

We fell silent as we sipped our beer. I had to wonder if he had already tried it on with my Penny, but I was too embarrassed to put it to him. My mind wandered. What would Penny say if.... No, that would not be a good idea.

"Shall I set it up?" Peter suddenly broke into my thoughts.

"What?" I asked.

"You know. For Penny to loose some data from her computer."

I was aroused at the thought. "What, and then you spank her?" I asked. My cock was hardening.

"Yes. Would you be alright with it?"

"Well. Err... It would be fun to see you deal with her. I think that it might excite her as well." I was certainly warming to the idea. Wow, it would be a hell of a turn on.

"Good. I will plan something next week."

Suddenly I was getting cold feet. "Peter, this is a tantalising little game. But whatever happens you must realise that we are a happily married couple. We have never done anything like this before. I wouldn't want you to think that we would ever allow someone to come between us."

"Oh, don't worry. I fully understand that."

Did he? By now my cock was hard. I thought back to the shower, seeing the impressive tool he had overtly displayed. I was nervous and excited by the discussion. Where would it lead? I felt something needed to be clarified. "Peter, if we were to pursue this there would be no sex involved. Penny wouldn't want that."

"But would you? Of course I would never do anything without her consent."

'Her consent?' I thought. He was a bit presumptuous! But my cock remained firm in my trousers. Peter continued. "But you must understand that I would want to deal with her properly. No shilly-shallying. No half measures."

We had got this far and, with my arousal I couldn't let it go. My heart was thumping. I couldn't let the opportunity go. "Oh, yes." I stammered. "I think that err... I agree. Er... yes, no half measures. She wouldn't like you to treat her gently."

xxXxx

"God, we are late. Please hurry. He hates people who are late," she told me. But I was not inclined to rush as I navigated our way around the diversions where they had decided to dig up the main road on a Saturday.

The car park was empty except for the Jaguar in the space marked for the CEO. "Oh, God," she exclaimed. "He's here already." I parked the car and Penny and I ran to the front door.

"Good afternoon Bill," she greeted the security guard who took his time unlocking the door to let us in.

He smiled at us, explaining that the CEO was here and was expecting us in his office. "Must be important to be working on a Saturday afternoon," he observed. Penny smiled at him nervously.

We took the lift to the top floor and walked quickly along the corridor into the outer office

where Penny normally worked. She showed me her desk. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes past two. She approached the large wooden door. She was breathless as she knocked gently. "Come in," was the unwavering response.

Peter had a spacious, comfortable and well furnished office. There were oak panels and book cases lining two walls, with a large mirror on a third wall, reflecting the light from a ceiling to floor window behind a large old fashioned wooden desk facing the room. He stood behind the desk and looked at his watch as we entered. He was an imposing man, standing up to his full seventy five inches. The desk was completely clear except for a large leather strap in the centre. Penny gasped as her eyes were drawn to it. Her legs temporarily gave way as she clung to my arm. My own heart was thumping in my chest as I realised the significance.

"Let's get comfortable," Peter told us. There were two large brown leather lounge chairs and a matching sofa in the centre of the room, with a coffee table between them. He signalled Penny and me to the sofa as he took one of the chairs.

"I'm afraid that I can't offer you coffee as my PA is otherwise occupied!" He told us with a smile. Even Penny smiled through her nervousness.

Penny was tense as she sat on the edge of the sofa with her knees clasped tightly together. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap. Once we were settled Peter spoke: "You know why you are here?" he looked at Penny.

"Yes, it is about those computer files I lost." Her voice trembled.

"And your husband tells me that you would like to make amends."

Penny looked at me. "Yes," she whispered.

"OK. So tell me about your uncle."

"Er, well, Peter, I don't see....." Penny replied.

"Tell me," he replied. "And while we are at it I think that it would be best if you called me 'sir' while we are dealing with this matter."

"Oh, yes, I understand.... sir," she replied. "I'm sorry." She cleared her throat. Her hands were shaking as she started. "I was nineteen at the time living at home with my mother. My father had died a few years previously and my uncle was visiting us. I was at college and had gone out one evening with friends and did not returned until the early hours the next morning."

"And what happened?" Peter asked.

"Well, that afternoon, after I got home from college, my uncle was with my mother and he asked me who I had been with the previous evening. I told him that I was with some girlfriends. He told me that I had caused my mother a great deal of anxiety. She had nearly called the police. I told them that I was really sorry."

"Go on," said Peter.

"He asked my mother how matters had been dealt with when my father had been alive. She told him that his brother had beaten me with a belt when I was naughty, but after he had died I was too old for her to deal with." Penny paused, fidgeting with her hands. She let out a deep breath. "He said that I was not too old for him to deal with. My mother agreed."

"Go on," he said.

Penny was shaking as she described the events. I took her hand hoping to give her some support. She continued: "My uncle stood up, unbuckled his belt and slipped it through the loops of his trousers. He then told me to stand up and bend over the end of the sofa. I was so frightened I nearly wet myself. I remember that I couldn't control my legs they were shaking so much. I felt him move behind me I was wearing a skirt and I felt him raise it until it was bunched up at my waist. He asked me what time I had got home. I told him 9.00 am. He told me that he was going to give me nine strikes of the belt and that I would certainly feel each one. I was sobbing before he had even started I was so scared. He then beat me nine times with his belt."

"Was your bottom bare?"

Penny blushed. "No, sir. I had a pair of pants on."

"What sort of pants?"

"Well they were my normal school white knickers, sir."

"How did you feel while he was beating you?"

"Please don't ask me that." Penny replied.

"Penny?" I interjected.

"Oh. Well.... er... after the shock of the first couple strokes I started to feel sort of hot and sexy. I wanted him to continue. After he had finished he told me to stand. He touched my bum, which I didn't think was right, but I enjoyed his touch."

"Was that over your knickers?"

"Yes, sir."

"Was that the end of it, Penny?"

"No sir."

"Well what happened next?"

Penny gave a shudder as she continued. I held her hand tightly. "He asked if I had made it in time for college that morning."

"And you told him?"

"Yes, I was still rubbing my bottom through my pants. I told him that I had missed the first lecture that morning. My uncle said that was even more serious. He told my mother that in his opinion that would deserve a caning. My mother agreed that that would be appropriate. He said that he would return that evening with a proper cane."

"And did he cane you later that night?"

"Yes sir." Penny gave a sob as she recalled the memory. "He left the house and Mum came and sat with me on the sofa. I was still crying a little bit. My mother explained that she had often been punished by my uncle and that it was only right that now I was an adult I should experience the cane from him. I was so frightened as she told me this. I barely understood what she was saying. She made me lift my skirt and drop my panties, then inspected my bottom. She then took me upstairs and put some soothing ointment on my bottom. She said that I was now well warmed up for a beating with the cane."

As my wife recounted the events to Peter my cock was hard in my trousers. God, this was erotic. Here was my wife opening up to her boss about those provoking events of the past, which, up until now, she had only shared with me. It was exciting that this imposing man, her boss, was now sharing these tantalising secrets.

"So you experienced the cane."

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"When my uncle returned he had a cane in his hand."

"How many strokes did he give you."

"He gave me six strokes."

"Thank you for sharing all that with me Penny. That was a very interesting insight into your past." Peter stood. I could see a bulge in his trousers. Penny's storey had aroused him. I recalled that good sized cock from the tennis club showers, although it was now hidden from direct view. He walked a few paces as if in thought. "You have been very open and honest." He paused standing beside Penny. He laid a hand on her shoulder. "Now, we have all afternoon to deal with you, don't we?"

"Yes..., sir." Penny replied hesitatingly.

"Are you ready for this, Penny?"

"Err.... I think so sir."

He turned his attention to me. "John, are you happy for me to deal with the matter?"

Penny looked across at me. Her hand was shaking as she took hold of mine on the sofa. I cleared my throat. "Yes, Peter. Whatever you think is suitable." Penny gave a little cry.

He gave Penny's shoulder another squeeze then went back to his seat. "Penny, please take off your jacket and bring me the item on the desk." Penny got up smoothing her skirt as she stood. She eased her blazer off her shoulders, placing it tidily on the sofa. Her nipples made small protrusions in the smooth lines of her figure hugging Cashmere. Her nipples were aroused!

She haltingly walked to the desk and retrieved the strap. My heart went out to my lovely wife. I could see that she was terrified as she walked to Peter's chair, the strap in her hand. As she stood in front of him, presenting him with the leather, I saw him looking intensely at my wife's shapely chest. After a pause he took it and drew it through his hands. The strap was about two foot long and four inches wide. It was made of light brown leather, stiff by the hard bone handle. The business end was cut into about eight soft leather strips, each about six inches long and highly pliable. We all knew what was going to happen and the anticipation was electric in the room. Penny, my adorable wife, was going to be beaten. She had often talked about her fantasy excitedly, but I had never been a part of anything like this. I knew that she craved this. At last it was going to happen. My heart was thumping in my chest.

She remained standing in front of him. "Penny, I intend to deal with the upset over your computer later, but in the meantime I am going to punish you for being late. Ten minutes late means ten strokes of the strap. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"You have told me about receiving the belt from your uncle. Let's see how well you take the strap. It covers a larger area but it will be a good preparation before we get on to the more serious matter."

"Oh, God. Please, sir."

"Right..... I think that we will have you over the desk." She walked shakily to the desk and stood in front of it with her thighs pressed against it. Peter got up and stood beside her. He was observing her chest rising as her heavy breathing inflated her bosoms standing proud with their pronounced hard nipples.

He put the strap on the desk allowing his two hands to be free. He placed them on either side of her hips and eased the skirt up over the curve of the taut prominent swell of her buttocks so it bunched at her waist.

"Bend over and extend your hands to the far side of the desk," he told her. Penny did as she had been told, grabbing the far edge of the desk.

Her full firm pale bottom, now only covered with the red lace, was proudly and provocatively available to his gaze. Although her more intimate parts were hidden by the thong, this was the most intimate act of exposure of my wife we had ever experienced. Peter paused and stared at my wife's shapely bottom. I was mesmerised wondering whether he would touch her. I wanted him to touch her; for him to feel that firm flesh. He turned and smiled at me. He picked up the strap, raised it, then brought it firmly down on to her bottom. Penny bucked up like a whipped dog. "Ow." she squealed.

He raised the strap again and struck. Her hands lifted off the desk. She let out another cry. Then, again he struck.

"Well done Penny." He told her.

Peter smoothed his hand over her buttocks. I could see Penny raising her bottom to his touch. God, she was wanting to feel his hand on her bottom.

Peter obviously noticed. "Good girl," he told her.

Swish, the strap hit her bottom again. She jumped. He hit her again. "Just five more Penny," he told her.

Peter put down the strap and grabbed the waist band of her pants. I thought he was going to remove them, but he didn't. Instead he pulled them up as high as they would go so they were now completely taught over her buttocks. The crotch was now pulled tight into her slit so almost half of her buttocks were now exposed. The crotch was noticeably wet. My wife was aroused. I saw him touch the waistband of the thong she was wearing beneath.

He took up the strap again, stood to the side and struck again. She jumped. Then a strange thing happened. Penny turned her head and looked back at him. "I need this punishment sir." she sobbed as she told him.

"Yes, I know," he said. "Does that mean you want it harder?" My cock flexed in response.

There was a pause. Other than a sob from Penny, and Peter's own heavy breathing, the room was quiet. "Yes, sir," she whispered breaking that silence.

Swish. "Three more Penny." She stood on tip toe, moved her legs apart and moved backwards on the desk. Her action had made her bottom higher. He was really putting an effort into it as he struck her again. Swish again then a final swish and he was done.

Penny lay there sobbing gently. Peter caressed her bottom through her pants. "You can stand now," he told her.

Penny stood. Her skirt fell back in place as she rubbed her bottom through it. "Wow, that was dramatic," she said through her sobs. She smiled at us both. "Phew! That was cathartic."

"You took it well." Peter told her.

"Yes, well done darling, " I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I can't wait to get you home," I whispered into her ear. I pressed my erection into her thigh.

"Penny, we need to take a break. I put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge in the outer office. Perhaps you would bring one in?"

"Yes, sir."

While she was out of the room Peter turned to me: "Alright John?" he asked.

"Yes, Peter."

"I am glad that you approve. Is it time to reacquaint her with the cane?"

"Well I am not sure if she would take it. She would be terrified. Shall I ask her?"

"No, it is important to maintain the anticipation; the dread of the unknown." Peter smiled. He went behind his desk and from the bottom drawer he produced a long thin punishment cane. "I was keeping this hidden until I knew how things would go." He told me. He walked back and passed it to me. I was fascinated. It was about 30 inches long tapering at the end. "It is called a Delrin cane. It is made of aluminium, covered with fine leather. The manufacturer claims that although it is fully flexible it will never break. It is a real 'hard hitter' used by professional doms."