As soon as he walked through the door, Erik could tell something was wrong with his wife.  She was his soulmate, and he could immediately sense something was wrong.  He set his computer case down and went over to her.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

She loved that he knew her that well, but she was apprehensive about what she was about to share with him. 

“I sort of overdrew our bank account,” she said.

He looked at her and quizzically raised his eyebrows.  “Sort of?” he asked.

She nodded.

“How did that happen?” he asked. “I thought we opened up a separate bank account for your hobby so that it wouldn’t affect our regular account.  Wasn’t that the whole point of the separate bank account?”

She nodded again.

“So how did it happen?” he asked again, in a no-nonsense voice.

“I was short $300 to get what I wanted to buy, so I checked our bank account.  There was over three thousand dollars in our checking account, so I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.”

“Laura, I had the mortgage, the car payments, and our utilities all coming out.  I’ve told you before that the first half of the month is a little bit tighter than the last half because of when we pay our bills.”

She nodded yet again.

“Haven’t I?” he asked sternly.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know why we got the other account for you if you’re not going to use it to separate the funds.”

She mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” he asked?

“I said, I probably deserve a spanking.”

“Uh, yeah. For sure,” he said.  “Let’s take care of that right now,” he said.

She nodded.  She knew how to prepare for a spanking, but her hands still shook nervously as she fumbled with a couple of the buttons on her blouse as she unbuttoned it.  When the last button was unfastened, she took out one arm at a time and placed the blouse over the back of a nearby chair. She looked at her husband, silently pleading for that to be the extent of the preparation, but the gaze he returned informed her that there would be no deviation from the process.  She sighed in resignation, and as she unclasped and removed her bra, placing it on top of her blouse on the back of the chair.  Naked from the waist up, Erik took a moment to secretly - he thought - admire his wife.  She was stunningly beautiful. It bothered him that she didn’t see herself the way he saw her, and he thought it was odd that she preferred to wear a bra when most women couldn’t wait to get out of one, but the rules of a spanking required stripping to the waist to prepare.

But this was not the time for admiration. He had a job to do.  Her nipples reacted to the cool air and the anticipation of what was about to occur.  She knew that she had done wrong to the family, and she knew that the humiliation she felt was part of her punishment.  And yet she also couldn’t deny the wetness that was occurring between her legs, knowing that she was about to go over her husband’s knee.

“Alright, Laura, let’s get you over my knee,” he directed.

She walked over to where he was sitting on the sofa, facing him.  She stepped in between his legs and turned to her right, as she bent over his left leg.  Then she placed her legs underneath his right leg.  Erik’s right leg would help restrain her own legs if she flailed about during the spanking.  She placed her hands on the floor in front of her and waited.

She felt him lift up the hem of her skirt. She held her breath, knowing what would come next as she felt him tug at her panties, but despite her best efforts, a small gasp escaped her lungs as he authoritatively pulled them down, presenting her bottom for a spanking.  He pulled them all the way down to her ankles and resituated his right leg over both of her own.

Laura’s breathing quickened. She knew what would happen next, and she did not have to wait long.  His hand came down hard on her backside hard, and a much bigger gasp escaped her lungs.  He brought it down a second time on her other cheek.  On the third blow, her legs involuntarily raised up until his right leg stopped them. 

He raised his arm a fourth time and brought it down hard, the tips of his fingers hitting her right cheek while the bottom of his palm caught a piece of the left.  For the next few swats, he alternated between them.

He increased the intensity of his swats and noticed his wife’s ass was turning shades of pink and crimson.  As he continued to spank Laura, she yelled out, “I’m sorry, Erik. I’m sorry. Please stop. It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to,” he replied and continued to spank her.

After a few more swats, she stopped the pleas to stop, and just began sobbing - not from the pain or the humiliation of the spanking, but out of genuine contrition for having put the family in a precarious financial situation.  She was truly sorry and knew that this spanking would help her remember to make the right choice in the future.

That sob was the sound her soulmate was waiting for.  He instantly recognized it for what it was, and he stopped spanking her.  He began to rub her bottom tenderly instead.

“There you go, Laura,” he said, “It’s over now.  Your punishment is over.”

She caught her breath between sobs and she said, “I’m sorry. Thank you for loving me enough to spank me when I need it.”

He helped her up from over his knee, and she immediately knelt in front of him, staring at the ground.  “Erik?” she asked.

“Yes, babe?”

“I’ve been punished, so I’ve paid for my sin, haven’t I?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And I’m yours again?”

“You were always mine, babe.  That never changes.”

She looked up at him, as their eyes met.  He had never seen a set of eyes more captivating than hers.  She swallowed hard, and then asked him, “Would you cum on my face and tits and mark me as yours again, then?”

He looked at his wife, his best friend, his soulmate. She truly was the perfect wife for him. She just wanted to know that it was all better now.  He nodded. She reached up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, as he slipped off the t-shirt he was wearing.  She smiled weakly as she said, “I like you without a shirt.”

He nodded. “I like you without a shirt,” he said.  “You should go topless more often.”

She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it.  She spit on it and then alternated between her lips and her hands, giving it all of her attention.  She knew her lover well and knew when he was close to coming.  She pulled away, then squared herself, kneeling right in front of him.  She cupped the bottom of her breasts with her hands and held them out, offering them along with her face to be marked with his cum.  That act of submission pushed Erik over the edge.  He could feel that he was about to explode. 

“Yeah, baby, cum on my face and tits. Show me I’m yours,” she said.

He exploded, streaming cum onto his beautiful wife’s face and breasts.  Covered in his cum, she exhaled, and looked up at him and said, “Thank you, baby.”

He sighed. His life was perfect.