"Tonight," Richard said, "we are going to try something new."

As we were about to leave for dinner, I assumed he meant something different to eat. "Oh really, honey, I thought we were going to Giorgio's like we do every Saturday night."

"Well of course we are going to Giorgio's, I'm dying for a big plate of linguini with clam sauce. I meant something different after we get home, Michele."

Something just told me not to ask...but I pondered the question all the way to the restaurant. Ever since I had confided in Richard, some two years ago, that I fantasized about being spanked, he had taken to it like a fish to water. We had been married for almost 20 years at the time, and our sex life, like most couples married a long time, had become a bit humdrum. Very loving, very comfy...but too damn predictable. Spanking became a regular part of our erotic foreplay, sometimes playful, sometimes mock "discipline," sometimes achingly sensual.

And now...we were ready for the next level, I thought. Something perhaps a bit more intense? I didn't quite know how to broach the subject with Richard. I didn't want to shock him, or have him believe his dear little wife had gone off the deep end. I began to do quite a bit of reading on domination and submission, and where our relationship might progress from here. I deliberately left articles I had downloaded online in strategic places around the house, where I knew Richard would find them.

Saturday nights had become our "date" nights. Our three kids were packed up and sent to the grandparents for the night, we dressed up, and went out for dinner. And when we returned home, to a nice empty house, Saturday night was spanking night too.


We arrived at Giorgio's, and even though the parking lot was half empty, Richard deliberately parked the car in the furthest reaches of the lot. It was dark and deserted. He turned off the car and turned to me.

"Kneel on the seat, Michele, and lean over into the back of the car. All the way back...that's right, I want your bottom perched nice and high."

Richard lifted my skirt and murmured approvingly. "Nice panties, Michele, you know I love pink against your ivory skin. And good girl, Michele...no pantihose tonight. I love that flash of bare white thigh above your stockings."

I felt his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and I looked over my shoulder at him, shocked. "Richard! What are you doing, we are in a public place."

"I'm removing your panties, of course. I thought it would be nice for you to eat your dinner tonight with a bare bottom under your skirt, Michele. Sort of a reminder of what is to come tonight when we get home."

Despite my protests (well, OK I didn't put up much of a fight!), he slid my panties down and off and stashed them in the glove compartment of the car. He laughed at my womanly modesty as I kept my hands glued to my sides, holding down my skirt, as we walked from the car to the restaurant. It was a rather breezy night, and all it would take was one good gust of wind...

We sat in a booth in the crowded restaurant, and as I slid onto the plush banquette, Richard leaned towards me and whispered, "I dare you, Michele...lift your skirt and get your bare ass against the seat." Now this was a definite change of pace...Richard pushing ME just a bit beyond my limits. I glanced around quickly to see if anyone was looking my way, and satisfied no one was, I lifted my bottom up just enough to work my skirt out from underneath me.

"Good girl, Michele. You will be well rewarded later for your obedience."

The waiter arrived to take our orders. Before I could say a word, Richard ordered for both of us. "My wife and I will have an arugula salad to start, then the linguini with white clam sauce."

"Um, Richard, I was going to..."

His eyes were alight with something I had never seen in them before. "I think I know what's best for you Michele, don't you think?."

I dropped my eyes and smiled. "Yes, Richard."

"Spread your legs, Michele," Richard whispered as we ate dinner. He reached under the table, his hand obscured by the red linen tablecloth, and stroked the insides of my thighs. Two fingers slid easily into my moist slit, and he worked them slowly in and out. "Ohhh...aren't we naughty tonight, Michele," he intoned smoothly. "What would all these nice, respectable restaurant-goers think if they knew your bare bottom and wet pussy were grinding into the seat...or if they saw the wet spot you are going to leave when you get up?"

Thank goodness Giorgio was an incurable romantic and kept the lights dimmed in the restaurant! If anyone could have seen my burning face and glazed eyes at that moment, they would have had strong suspicions about what was going on under that table! Despite my arousal...or perhaps to prolong my sweet agony...Richard insisted on ordering dessert, although I was unable to touch a bite of Giorgio's delicious cannoli. He ate his, though, and half of mine, as we finished our espresso.

I smoothed my skirt down again carefully as I slid out of the booth. I was suddenly very anxious to get back to the car with my dignity and modesty preserved! Richard made a point of brushing up against me in the vestibule of the restaurant as we left, so I could feel his erection poking into my bottom. I blushed, but still grinded back against him, feeling his warm breath on the back of my neck. He reached around from behind me to push the door open, and we walked outside into the cool fall night.

Richard's arm draped casually around my shoulder, we made our way towards our car. His hand strayed downward and slipped up under my skirt, patting my bare bottom possessively. A quick furtive glance assured me we were unobserved in the dark parking lot, so when we reached the car I made no protest when Richard swiftly bent me forward over the hood, picked up my skirt, and gave my bare behind six short, swift spanks.

"Into the car with you now," he said, "before I have you right here."

As tempting as that possibility seemed, discretion required that I get into the car as quickly as possible, before we both took leave of our senses and fucked right there in the parking lot! My bottom was tingling from the six spanks it had just received as I slid into the car next to Richard. As he started up the car, my hand naughtily wandered into his lap where, seemingly with a mind of its own, it stroked silkily up and down the length of his crotch, playing with his erection through his trousers. Eyes never leaving the road, Richard said, "You're such a little tease, Michele. Playing with my cock in the car, because you think there is nothing I can do about it. Well, you are about to find out just how wrong you are."

A few short turns into unfamiliar terrain, and we were driving down a back country road, pitch black except for the moonlight that streamed into the car window. He pulled the car into an open clearing in the heavily wooded area and turned off the engine. "Now you are going to finish what you started, Michele."

I smiled in the dark. "What do you want me to do, Richard?"

"Don't be coy, Michele. You are going to unzip my pants and suck my cock. Oh, I know you were going to do that anyway when we got home, but I just don't feel like waiting."

I was very glad he was unable to see the expression on my face. Suppressing a giggle, I responded seriously, "Richard, you must be joking! Give you a blowjob here in the car, like some horny 17-year-old or that whatsername...you know...the prostitute who blew Hugh Grant in California! What do you take me for? I'm the mother of your children, remember?" There, I thought. That sounded suitably indignant.

""What do you take me for' she says! This after she teases my cock so mercilessly it is already starting to drip. I was going to wait until we got home to spank you, Michele. But I've changed my mind now. Get out of the car."

I was so excited my knees were trembling as I obeyed. For the very first time, I had no idea what to expect from good old predictable Richard! Any apprehension I might have experienced was totally overpowered by my arousal. My pussy was aching as he grabbed me a little roughly by my elbow and pushed me down over the hood of the car, and then forward so my feet dangled. He raised my skirt and stepped back.

"Oh Michele...what a pretty picture you make. Moonlight becomes you, honey, especially when it is lighting up your bare ass the way it is now."

The night was eerily quiet and still, except for the occasional hoot of an owl. And then...the unmistakable metallic sound of a belt buckle being opened, and the slide of leather through fabric loops. A little more clatter as he arranged the belt in his hand...I supposed he was doubling it.

"This strapping is for not sucking me when I asked you to, Michele. And of course, you ARE going to suck me when it's over. Let's hope it teaches you not to make a joke out of a very reasonable request next time."

The leather made a satisfying swooshing sound as he lifted the belt into the air and cracked it down hard across my bare ass. My cries echoed through the trees as I kicked my legs up and down against the damp metal of the car. The thumping of my legs...the crack of the strap. As my bottom heated up with the searing pain, I began to grind my clit down, and soon my hands strayed underneath myself to spread my pussy lips. I held my labia open with my left hand, and positioned the index and middle fingers of my right on either side of my swollen clit and began to move them slowly back and forth, in opposite directions, rolling my clit between them.

"Well, what do we have here," said Richard. "The 'mother of my children' playing with herself on the hood of the car! Is this the same lady who was too proper to give her husband a blowjob in the same car just a few minutes ago?" The strap kissed my blistered ass again and again as he spoke. He wielded the strap expertly, striping my entire bottom and the backs of my thighs. I could almost picture the red stripes that adorned my creamy white bottom. I lifted my bottom for the punishment, turning it from side to side as the belt found its mark over and over.

Totally shameless now, I was half kneeling,, bottom high in the air. I could feel the punishing heat on my tender flesh and knew tomorrow there would be welts, and just that little thought...the picture of myself with his marks all over me...pushed me over the edge, and my pussy shuddered in relief, contracting in a seemingly endless orgasmic rush. Richard teased me with the strap even as I came, swishing it gently across my pussy and thighs.

I collapsed, totally spent, onto the hood of the car, panting and weeping, both from release and from the blazing sting in my bottom. Richard came up behind me and rubbed my bottom and legs soothingly, then leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Just one more thing left for you to do, Michele."

He helped me down and leaned back against the hood of the car. I knelt in the grass at his feet. I placed my hands behind his hips and pulled him toward me, so I could kiss his bulging cock through his pants. I didn't want to rush this, so I closed my mouth around him and sucked him through the damp fabric. He moaned and humped back and forth against my mouth. "Oh God Michele, take it out now."

I unhooked the waist of his pants and pulled down the zipper. His pants fell down around his knees. I rubbed his erection in circular motions through his jockeys, then reached into the waistband to slowly tug them down. Oh how I loved this little ritual...the slow unveiling of his cock for my oral attentions. His cock pointed straight out, at full staff, and I kissed the swollen head in greeting. Taking it into my hands, I stroked up and down the length of it, then swirled my tongue around the head in slow, teasing circles, pausing only to lick the sweet dewdrops that were forming at the tip.

He prodded my lips with his cock, and I knew he needed more than the slow licking I had given him so far. Opening my mouth wide, I slid the head onto my tongue, and wrapped my lips tightly around it, then leaned back to increase the pulling tension as I began to suck him harder. His cock swelled in response and he pushed further into my mouth despite my efforts to hold him back. Inch by inch he worked his way in, and slowly I yielded as his cock slid gradually along my tongue. I tilted my head back as his cock banged into my throat, and applied just enough pressure with my lips to slow his progress as he fucked my mouth. I sucked him with little flutters of my lips as he slid in and out. It seemed that each little flutter coaxed a new trickle of cum from him, and I soon settled into a steady sucking and swallowing motion.

I could always tell when Richard was about to come in my mouth. His thrusts would suddenly become irregular, out of rhythm, and his moaning would become more urgent. So when he began to thrust into my mouth jerkily, quickly back and forth, I reached behind him, placing my hands flat against his ass to brace him, and pushed him all the way into my mouth.

"Oh....God....Michele...." he shouted, his cock exploding in a spurt of cum so copious that I couldn't swallow it fast enough, and the overflow dripped down my chin. I murmured lovingly as I consumed my reward, the dessert I had neglected to have at dinner. Richard stroked my hair, whispering my name, and we remained there for some minutes, his cock still sheltered in my mouth, long after he was spent.

We embraced in the moonlight, like the lovers we were. Of all the moments we had shared over the years, the good and the bad, this one was perhaps the most memorable.

In light of what we had shared tonight, his words as we drove away were surprising, to say the least..."Just wait till I get you home, Michele!"

Now what on earth could he mean by THAT?