She drove through the rainy night with a sense of trepidation. The night had gotten out of control and she knew it.

"Damn, I need new wiper blades," she muttered to herself as she downshifted. The panties she had been holding in her hand dropped to the floor and she picked them back up. She had gone over to a guy's house that she worked out with for a drink after the gym and things had gone from flirty to almost having her clothes torn off. She had to service him with her mouth to keep it reasonable. She had dressed hurriedly and used her panties to wipe his cum off of her face and tits and high-tailed it out of there holding them in her hand.

She thought to herself, "I'm glad Frank is out of town or I would be in trouble."

She punched the code into the box at the gate of her apartment complex and sped through. The trip up to the third floor seemed especially long tonight and she wanted a shower and then bed. She unlocked the door and stepped into her dark apartment expecting to hear the alarm sound urging her to put the code in but it wasn't there. She moved toward it and the lights suddenly came on and she screamed in surprise.

"Where have you been, sweetheart, it's late?" She was mortified to see Frank standing up from the couch and casually walking toward her. She was frozen like a statue as he walked up to her and deftly pulled the panties from her clutched fist. He held them up admiringly and then put them to his nose and took a breath.

He turned to her and kissed her neck and breathed deeply and said, "Hmmm, coming home late and smelling guilty." He turned and walked to the patio door and looked out at the thunderstorm for a moment. She slowly walked down closer to him and stood and waited. He abruptly turned and inquired in a no-nonsense tone, "Where have you been?"

She was wringing her hands and on the verge of tears when she responded, " I went to a guy's house that works out at the gym."

The cold stare was unnerving to her and she gulped audibly and fidgeted nervously and he said, "I see."

He then turned abruptly and opened the patio door and walked out. The thunderstorm was in full swing and the rain blowing across his face was refreshing. He loved thunderstorms, with their righteous fury, and thought it reflected the spirit of the moment. The lightning was high and illuminated the dark clouds like nature's fireworks and the wind chimes from a dozen balconies provided a musical crescendo as he watched a chair from the poolside table being picked up and thrown in the pool by the gusty wind.

He turned to look at her through the glass and thought how beautiful she was. He thought to himself that he was partially responsible for this. He loved to hear the explicit details about her previous sexual experiences and they fantasized so much in the bedroom about having her service another man while he watched and even briefly touched on sharing her completely with another man but the rules were clear that I was to be there if and when it happened. This was a violation; if she remained with him, there would be consequences.

He walked in with long strides and her eyes widened in surprise and apprehension. He stopped directly in front of her and asked, "Do you love him?"

"NO!!" she said loudly and forcefully. "It was just a big mistake and never should have happened!"

He turned around and walked to the open patio door and looked out. The storm had passed and only a gentle rain remained with the wind chimes now reduced to a pleasant jingle.

He turned to face her again and said, "Do you want to see him again?"

"No," was the immediate and definitive response.

He closed the patio door and locked it and went to the front door and locked it and activated the alarm and then walked back to where she was standing.

"I know our bedroom fantasy conversations may have partially led to this..."

"And Kim!" she interrupted with a pout. "I saw her flirting with you after the step class and you seemed like you were enjoying it."

He ignored that and said, "Do you belong to me?"

She immediately answered, "Yes."

"Good, we have some business to take care of and we can put this behind us, and in response to your comment about Kim, I did enjoy it."

She was pouting about the 'take care of business part of his comment and then she stomped her foot and crossed her arms across her chest. She very quietly uttered the word: "Bastard."

He laughed at this and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply and said, "Go to the bedroom and sit on the side of the bed and I'll be in shortly."

She pulled away with a pout and walked toward the bedroom and just before she entered, she was puzzled when he said, "Confession is good for the soul."

He turned off the lights in the living room and sat on the couch with his feet up on a heavy footstool. He craved a Scotch from his bottle of eighteen-year-old Macallan but promised himself he would never spank her if he had been drinking. He was hurt by this and felt that she had been intimate with this guy but grudgingly admitted that the thought of her naked and on her knees in front of another man pleasuring him with her mouth excited him greatly and he could feel his cock twitch as he pondered this. Well, there was a story to be told and the time to tell it is now.

He walked into the bedroom and she was sitting on the side of the bed as directed and went to the free-standing coat rack and hung his sports coat on it and removed his tie and rolled up his sleeves and said to her as she watched intently, "Go get the paddle out of the closet."

She jumped up from the bed and stopped herself from responding and stomped into the closet and said, "The wooden one or the Plexiglas one?"

"The wooden one," was his reply and her displeasure came out in the form of a low whine as she came out and shoved it at him with a pout. This was a custom-made oak paddle about one inch thick and about eight inches wide with the edges rounded off and heavily sanded and varnished with special tape on the handle that facilitated a good grip.

He took it from her and said sternly, "Strip!" She took her t-shirt off and he immediately noticed that she had no bra on and idly wondered if that was over at the guy's house or did she not wear one? Her cutoffs were next and since she walked in with her panties in her hand, she was now gloriously naked. He took a moment to admire her and thought again how beautiful she was, her thick, curly mane of red hair pulled back in a ponytail and her pert smallish breasts with their beautiful pink nipples.

His gaze lingered on her neatly trimmed bush, the color of honey in the sunlight, and on her pale, ivory skin, almost alabaster. He ordered her to the middle of the room and instructed her to turn around and put her hands on top of her head. She did as instructed and he admired her perfect creamy white ass cheeks for a long moment.

He moved to her, lightly tapping her ass with the paddle, and whispered into her left ear, "Tell me exactly what happened."

She immediately reacted with anxiety and pleaded, "No, please don't make me...." and this was interrupted by the loud "CRACK" of the paddle striking her firm ass which elicited a squeal.

"Don't make me ask again," he said ominously.

She gulped audibly and said in a shaky voice, "OK, OK" She took a moment to compose herself and began, "Well, he invited me to come over to his house for a glass of wine after we worked out, so I came home and ate dinner and changed from my workout clothes..."

"Did you wear a bra?" he interrupted.

She paused and said quietly, "No." This revelation was followed by a loud crack of the paddle on her ass and another squeal.

"Continue."

She was breathing rapidly and understood what that 'confession' remark was all about now, she was going to have to tell the whole sordid story, including the fact that she sucked his dick. She wasn't going to be able to sit down for a week after this. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to telling it, come what may.

"We sat in his living room and drank a bottle of wine and when we finished it, he asked me if I wanted to see the rest of his house and I said yes."

"What was he wearing?" he interjected.

"Work out shorts and a t-shirt" she answered.

"Continue."

Here it comes, she thought, "We went into his bedroom and he was behind me and when I turned around he was naked."

The paddle fell again with a crack and a squeal and she continued unprompted to get it over with, "He pulled my t-shirt off and pushed my shorts down before I could react."

"Was his dick hard?"

She nodded her head up and down and quietly said, "Yes," and was rewarded with another swat of the paddle on her ass and yet another squeal.

"Continue."

"He pulled me onto the bed and I know I didn't want him inside me, so I told him I'd rather use my mouth on him" She was expecting another swat of the paddle and she wasn't disappointed. It felt harder this time but maybe because her as was burning so much.

"Describe his dick for me," he ordered

She dreaded telling the rest of this story but began, "It was about five or six inches long and not very thick, he wasn't nearly as big as you."

He smiled inwardly at this revelation and was gratified that he was more impressively endowed than this interloper. She continued, "He had just showered and he smelled fresh but he still smelled a little musky down there. At least he was completely shaved. I got off the bed and got down on my knees and he took the hint and got off and stood in front of me and I took him in my mouth and started moving up and down on him."

"Did you drink his cum?"

"Only a little, he had his hand on my head and I didn't get my mouth off in time."

"How did it taste?"

'It wasn't too bad" The swat from the paddle that she had been expecting happened now and she jumped and squealed.

"Continue."

"I jacked him off the rest of the way and he shot all over my mouth and tits. I milked his dick and licked it clean." She looked at him over her left shoulder and said, "You taught me well." This earned her another hard swat followed by a squeal before she continued, "I wiped his cum off with my panties and dressed quickly and left."

The story told, she felt relieved but her ass was on fire.

He admitted to himself that he was very aroused but had to assert one last thing. He walked around in front of her and said, "You'll be getting three more swats and after each one I want you to say, I promise not to fuck or suck a dick without permission."

Three more swats followed with the required promise after each one, with the last swat causing her to jump up and down as well as a squeal. He ordered her to the corner and admired his handiwork. Her previously creamy white ass was glowing red. He undressed while thinking of her on her knees licking his dick and then having his cum shoot all over her mouth and tits and when he was naked he was stroking a painful eight-inch erection. He ordered her to him and she ran and put her arms around his neck and they shared a prolonged passionate kiss. He imagined he could taste his cum and asked her where he shot on her tits and licked those places to taste and then made her suck his tongue.

They were both tremendously aroused and he took her to the bed and took her forcefully to reassert his territorial right and then at his moment of climax he straddled her and shot his cum on her face and tits to mark her as his and she wasn't allowed to clean up afterward. They spooned together in exhaustion and as she drifted off to sleep she thought to herself, "Confession really is good for the soul."