“Unbelievable!” the announcer screamed. “Oral Roberts University has completely upset the Florida Gators in the first round of the tournament. This is why they call it March Mad-”

Bryce turned off the TV.  “That totally sucks,” he said, still not wanting to allow it to sink in that his bracket was busted, or that his alma mater had been beaten by a nobody team from Oklahoma.  He knew he had nothing to do with it, but yet he still felt like it was a personal affront that his school’s team lost in the first round - to them. 

He sat back down. “Dammit!” he shouted, as he pounded the coffee table with his fist.

“What’s the matter?” asked a familiar voice from around the corner.  The voice belonged to Kayla, his wife. 

“Stupid Gators,” he said. “They lost. In the first round.”

“They were up just a few minutes ago,” she said. “What happened?”

“I guess they lost. Sometimes I think you could teach a rhesus monkey to coach better than our coaching staff,” he said.

She moved closer to him.  “Why is it so upsetting to you?” she asked him.

“Because I bet $400 on this game!” he exclaimed.  “And because they couldn’t get it together, I’m out $400 now!”

She said nothing. She looked at the ground. She felt bad for her husband. And then she thought of something that might help.

“Do you wanna spank me?” she asked gently.

He was taken aback. “Why?” he asked. “You didn’t do anything to cause them to lose. It’s not your fault.”

“I know,” she replied, “but you feel disappointed and let down.  I know that when you spank me, things get better.  Maybe if you spanked me now, you’d feel better.”

He looked at her quizzically. He wondered what the catch was. Then he decided there was none. His wife understood him.  She understood him better than he understood himself sometimes.

“You’d do that for me?” he asked.

“If I wouldn’t do that for you, I wouldn’t have offered,” she said. “So, do you wanna spank me?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said, realizing that his heavier breathing had made his throat dry.

Kayla said nothing but she straightened up and pulled down her shorts by their elastic band.  Next, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled up on the Florida Gators basketball jersey she was still wearing, revealing a black bra that matched the panties revealed when she tugged off her shorts.  Without waiting for any directions, she undid the clasp on her bra and removed it as well.

She laid herself over his lap, noticing the bulge in his pants as she got situated. She didn’t remove her panties. She knew that was his role.

He tugged at the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her attractive bottom to him. She looked down at the floor over his lap and waited.

He lifted his right hand and brought it down firmly on her cheek. She inhaled quickly at the surprise the blow had created. Although she had not done anything to deserve this spanking, she knew that taking it was healing for her husband, and it made her feel good that she was helping him. He slapped her other cheek, and on the third blow, he struck them both at the same time.  After several more, he slid his finger into her slit, confirming what he had already suspected: this was turning her on as much as it was him.

He struck her again. And again. He looked down and saw that her backside was a light pink, but except for some unexpected inhaled breaths, she had maintained her composure thus far.  He was not surprised to find that his anger against the Florida Gators was subsiding, and instead a desire for his wife was overtaking him with every spank he laid on her.

Eventually, he stopped.  She lay there for a minute, to make sure he was done.  Then she got up and knelt in front of him.  “Can I suck your cock now?” she asked.

“No,” he said, which surprised her.  Most of the time, a spanking was followed by her taking him into her mouth and letting him fuck her mouth until he came down her throat, but tonight, he had specifically forbidden it, and she wondered why.

“I’m going to take that freshly spanked ass of yours right now,” he said.  “Get your hands and knees on the couch and get that ass up in the air,” he commanded.

She loved when he got into this zone, when he could dominate her with just his voice. She nearly came as she scrambled to present her rear end to him.  

He reached into her pussy with his fingers and rubbed her juices all over his cock, and then pressed it against her rosebud.  She winced slightly as he penetrated her, but then began to moan as the pleasure of his thrusts against her overtook the initial pain.  It didn’t take long before he exploded into her, both of them moaning as they came down off the mountain they had climbed together.

“Thank you,” he eventually said. “I love you.”

“I know you do, baby,” she said, “and I love you.”

“That was amazing.”

“Yeah. I think I’ll need another spanking later.  After you’ve rested.”