The Price of a Secret, a short story by Andrea. Date added: 2011-05-27. Times viewed: 4053.
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- Intro: She was having an affair and the neighbour found out. When he invited her over to confront her it was to teach her a lesson. (Spank)
She got home later than expected as there was more traffic than she had anticipated. Still it did not really matter as to all intents and purposes she had been out for lunch with the girls. Well that was at least partly true, although they had all parted company soon after lunch. She had spent the rest of her afternoon in the company of another man. She let herself in and rushed upstairs to get changed. The phone was ringing. While she answered it she slipped out of her heels and unzipped her dress, stepping out of it letting it fall to the floor. She saw herself in the mirror and turned to check that her bottom was still as gorgeous as he had said it was. She breathed in a little holding her tummy as flat as she could. "Hello," she said a little out of breath. "Hi," came the reply, "It’s John from across the road." She was surprised. Why was he ringing? "Can you come over?" he asked. "There is something I need to see you about," he explained. "Right now?" she said. "It is important," he stressed. "Well my husband will be home soon, can't you tell me what it is over the phone?" she reasoned. "No, it is important you must come over now if you want to be back in time for your husband," he said sounding a little more stern than before. She was a little taken a back that he was so insistent. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute, bye!" she said ending the call and putting the phone back. She hung her dress up and put her shoes away. She hurriedly squeezed herself into a pair of jeans and put on a clean top from one of her drawers. Slipping into a pair of sandals she grabbed her handbag and let herself out of the house.
He answered the door as she was still trying to tidy her hair in the reflection of the glass. He gestured to her to come in without actually saying anything. She closed the door behind her and by the time she turned he had already gone down the hall and into a room at the far end. The hall was light as the late afternoon sun streamed through the glass in the door. She followed and stood just inside the doorway. He was seated now after letting her in but she still stood tentatively near the living room door. He did not invite her to sit down and she did not feel at ease enough to settle herself on the sofa. Why had he asked her to come over she wondered, even more puzzling was why had she gone? It was not like she knew him other than to say hello to, or wave to and smile politely on the occasion that their paths crossed. Yet here she was in his house feeling slightly awkward and now wishing she had made some excuse not to come over.
"You know why you are here, don't you?" he asked accusingly. She looked at him and smiled nervously. "Not really," she said. "Well you should," he replied. "I don't like what it is you are doing and you need to understand that you have to stop." She looked a little stunned. What was he talking about, he couldn't possibly know, could he? All these thoughts ran through her mind but before she could say anything he said "come here." He said it in such a way that to refuse could have brought on untold consequences and against her better nature she found herself walking over to where he was seated.
"Put your handbag down," he said. She thought it was strange but did as he suggested. He slowly looked her up and down. If she felt uncomfortable before she really did now. She fidgeted a little on the spot not knowing what to do with her hands now she had put her handbag down. He broke the silence, "undo your jeans and drop them to your knees," he said calmly. She could not believe what she was hearing. "No way!" she exclaimed shocked that he would suggest something like that. She picked-up her handbag and turned to go but he caught her wrist. "Let go you creep, you are hurting me," she cried. He released his grip slightly but did not let go. "Listen," he said through gritted teeth. "Do you want me to let your dirty little secret out?" he asked regaining control of the situation. She stopped trying to pull away from him, so he did know. "You wouldn't?" she said, less of a question more of a plea. "Try me," he said letting go of her wrist. She turned back towards him resigned to the fact that she could not risk him breaking his silence.
"How did you find out?" she asked. "You are not as discreet as you think you are," he replied not wanting to give too much away. "Now, undo your jeans and drop them to your knees," he said again. She hesitated, put her handbag down, then reluctantly unfastened the button holding her jeans together and pulled the zip down. Her jeans were tight and where she had released them he could see the pretty detail of a small bow at the top of her knickers together with the bare flesh of her stomach. She had to wriggle a little to ease her jeans over her bottom without dragging her knickers down with them. Once over this hurdle she pushed them down to her knees as he had requested. She stood there with her jeans bunched around her knees and her top not quite reaching her crisp white knickers. She had a good figure and for her age her bottom was still firm and shapely. "I can't believe I've just dropped my jeans for you," she sighed.
He let her stand there for a while, hands by her side. She could feel the cool air around her. Eventually she had to speak, "what now?" she asked impatiently. "What do you think is going to happen?" he replied. She blushed a little. "I suppose you are going to take advantage of my situation to get something you would never get from me in a million years otherwise," she said quite defiantly considering what he appeared to know. He laughed softly. "What makes you think I want you?" he said teasing her. She looked hurt. "Of course you do!" she said indignantly. She was obviously put out that he would try to deny his desire considering she was stood there with her jeans down. He thought for a while, "well we better have your knickers down too then," he said. She looked at him hard and then resigned herself to doing as he requested. She pulled them down to her knees and stood up straight. The cool air was even more noticeable now. Again he allowed her to stand there. It seemed strange to her that he had not asked her to take her top and bra off , as if the whole scenario was not strange enough anyway she thought. Most men usually wanted to see your breasts first she pondered, well in her experience it seemed that way. But then most men would help themselves, readily relieving you of your clothes in all too hurried a fashion. They would not make you stand there telling you what to remove or take down next. Maybe he just liked to control the situation? She thought before long she would be lifting her top over her head and unclipping her bra. Then she would have to spread her legs and hope it was over with quickly just to keep him quiet. It occurred to her at that moment just how low she had fallen. The affair had started off as exciting but in order to keep it going she had already told so many lies and on a number of occasions had almost been caught out. Now it had taken a new turn and she found herself akin to a prostitute selling herself for the price of a secret.
Considering her predicament she had become lost in thought, almost forgetting that her modesty was on display! Just then, out of the blue he grabbed her wrist again and pulled her, with a yank, full stretch across his lap. Her legs were effectively tied together by her knickers and jeans meaning she lost her balance easily when he pulled her. She gave out a yelp of surprise and then, as he held her down, began to realise what was about to happen. "I hope this will teach you a lesson," he said and started to slap her bottom hard. The room echoed to the sound of each smack with the ensuing cry of pain. She struggled at first but soon gave up in his vice like grip. Her buttocks trembled with the anticipation of each spank and the soft pink flesh turned red and angry as time went on. She started to cry and begged him to stop. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. He continued unabated. "Please, please stop," she continued to beg. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and her face was almost as red with the shame of it.
Eventually he did stop. Feeling that she had been punished enough, for now at least. He released his gip and allowed her to continue to lie across his lap. She sobbed a little and the heat in her buttocks intensified now that the spanking was over. After a while he put his hands on her shoulders and gently suggested that she should get up. She struggled to get off his lap and find her balance. He stood up, the first time since she had entered the room and helped her to pull her knickers and jeans up. They stood facing each other, her head bowed. He put his hand under her chin and tenderly lifted her head so that their eyes met. Her mascara had run with the tears and her eyes were red from crying. "You know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked her. "Yes," she said softly, "and I'm so sorry". He hugged her in a warm embrace and she melted into his arms grateful for the compassion he was now showing her. "Go to the bathroom and fix yourself up before you go," he suggested. "Thank you," she said politely. She picked-up her handbag and went upstairs.
In the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror. She had never been spanked in her life and felt thoroughly ashamed. Although he had been firm with her she realised that the reason she had cried was through the shame of having an affair and being chastised for it. It was not because of any physical pain that had been inflicted. She undid her jeans and pulled them down with her knickers just enough to see her bottom. It was very red and hot and yet somehow felt good. She new she had to break off the affair now, of that there was no doubt. What worried her most right now was how she was going to explain the state of her bottom to her husband. Hopefully he would be tired from his days work and would not be feeling amorous. When she went to bed if she wore knickers under her chemise he would not notice anyway. She would make it up to him later.
When she eventually came back downstairs there was no evidence externally of what had gone on before. Her hair and makeup were fixed. She looked radiant he thought, although that could have been the flushing in her cheeks. Her attitude had gone. They stood in the hall together and he took her hand and squeezed it softly. She said "thank you so much," and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She turned and opened the front door looking back briefly as she left knowing that she would not be back again.
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