The Practical Joke (Story)

Sharon’s memory of the incident was at best vague, it was the typical regretful result once again. The dangerous combination of alcohol and listening to Karen, “Karen did it too me again” she thought. It had been just another in a long series of regrettable things that Karen had managed to somehow convince her would be a good idea.

There was that time long ago when they were teenagers, that first cigarette. Sharon still remembered the first inhale and that dizzy feeling that made her cough and almost fall over. Karen had convinced her that becoming smokers would make the older boys pay attention to them. The reality was that the only thing cigarettes ever got her was the same thing she had right now, a very sore bottom. Sharon’s memory of her mother walking into her room holding that pack of cigarettes was still strong. She remembered seeing her mother holding the cigarettes in one hand and the hairbrush in the other. Try as she might, the only other thing she remembered about that whole spanking was that long comforting hug when it was all over. It had been the only time as a child that she had ever had more than just some attention getting smacks to her behind, yet it was nothing at all compared to what Peter had just managed to do. She thought how she wanted a cigarette now, she had no doubt that such a request in the corner would get an unfavorable response.

Sharon was sure she remembered this latest incident as a bad idea but she didn’t really remember it all that well. If she hadn’t forgotten totally about it she certainly would have disarmed the trap. It had taken a few tries for the tipsy girls to get the shoebox lid balanced just right. Giggling and trying not to make too much noise and waking Peter from his snoring bliss. The shoebox lid that they had mischievously filled to the edge with lilac scented talcum powder was set. The silly prank was supposed to dump on Peter before he went into the woods for the hunt Saturday morning. The trap never did spring that morning, but it certainly did this morning onto his still wet hair and naturally all over his best suit. In fact it was the only suit Peter had brought to the cabin, he intended to be leaving directly for work so he could be early for the big meeting today with that new client. Hind sight, for the lack of a better term told her that she still would have gotten a spanking if the powder had fallen all over Peter’s freshly “de-scented” hunting clothes, not that the alternative could been any consolation.

The couple had planned on going out for a quiet dinner that evening. Sharon knew that dinner plans were doomed the moment Peter walked into the kitchen covered in powder. Naturally, when she first looked up and saw Peter standing in the kitchen doorway covered in powder it had been after she had taken a full sip of coffee. Adding insult to injury she erupted in laughter and the mouthful of coffee had actually given Peter a few little coffee splatters on his already ravaged attire.

Sharon had no doubt that she would be remembering this spanking session for a very long time. For as much as she hated standing in the corner she was sure that right now the last thing she wanted to do was sit down. This had already been the most painful spanking yet from her loving husband. Try as she might it was difficult keeping her hands clasped together, the urge to touch and comfort her hot cheeks was very hard to resist. When she was sure that Peter had left the room she slowly slid her hands down and cupped her cheeks. “Damn”, she thought to herself as she felt her hot swollen bottom. Peter had certainly managed to efficiently braze her behind. The realization that it wasn't yet over forced her to bite her lower lip. “Ok”, she thought, “I really do deserve it, I never should have listened to Karen, but it was really was my fault, I knew it was a bad idea.”

There had been times before when Peter had taken off his belt, dear God how she so hated that sound. Now she was sure that she hated something even worse, the damn new acquisition. On one hand she knew that they needed to own a scary implement that could be used on those rare occasions. Unfortunately this was the occasion and the only thing rare right now was her poor tender backside. When she had placed the order she had considered that the seller might be trying to trump up the wicked device with that comment “Very Severe”. Now Sharon was sure they were actually making an understatement and she knew leather would no longer always feel yummy.

For as painful as the new implement was, the intense sting of the prison strap was nothing compared to how agonizing it was being over the arm of the loveseat. Not being able to be over Peter’s lap not being able to feel his closeness during the discipline, it was a dreadful sensation. This was truly a punishment that she never ever wanted to experience again.

“You just had to rub didn’t you?” Peter asked. Sharon hadn’t even noticed that Peter had returned to the room. “I’m sorry Sir, I just couldn’t help it… I didn’t think you would catch me doing a quick little touch”. “I didn’t, until you just told me”. Sharon heard Peter removing his belt and instantly felt the onslaught of those tummy butterflies. She knew what she had to do and immediately turned enough to bend over. The belt landed a dozen quick times on her already blazing bottom and she was now crying loud and hard as he helped her stand up and back into the corner. “We’ll see if you can remember to be obedient in the corner now, if you’re not I expect honesty, now and every time. Is that understood little lady?” “Yes Sir” was her quiet trembling reply.

The wait for Peter to return to the room had been excruciating, even harder were those words “Come to me now”, always heard too soon. Sharon turned and saw Peter waiting for her, she moved to him and wanted it all to be over. Peter motioned for her to sit on his knee. His hand lifted her chin till she couldn’t help but look in his eyes. “You know honey, I’ll be perfectly honest with you. I had a difficult time not breaking into laughter myself when I came down to the kitchen this morning. Then for a while on the drive back to the house I didn’t think I would have time to stop and change into the other suit for my meeting and I was steaming. I wasn’t sure just what tonight’s spanking should be like, but the more I thought about it the more I was sure that it had to be severe. What you did was very disrespectful to me and it was selfish. Your little joke for the quick little laugh could have ruined the whole weekend for me, not just the inconvenience of having to change clothes. Suppose the trap fell on me Saturday morning when I was going out hunting. You do know that one of the few pleasures I have besides being with you is being able to relax in the woods hunting, that’s one of the reasons we have the cabin. I do look forward to it all year long. You do now that when we’re there during the ski season it’s because I know you like it so much. You know I don’t shi, the only thing I do on skis is fall down. Well, being there during hunting season is what I enjoy, I need that chance to unwind, to relax and I do know you want me to have that. Just imagine though what kind of mood I would have been in having that powder dump all over my hunting clothes. I would have been angry all day in the woods, it would have ruined it for me. Your little childish practical joke would have crashed the only weekend that I can go hunting this year.”

Sharon was hating this, she couldn’t stand seeing the intensity and the sincerity of the disappointment in his eyes. He was right of course, he worked hard all year and she very much wanted him to enjoy his time hunting. She was so happy that when Peter hunted he wanted her close and not 100 miles away back at home. She knew many men wanted their wives that far away so they could have their little Animal House like debauchery filled hunting trips. Sharon did love the fact that Peter only wanted her close always. Peter gently kissed the tears that were rolling down her cheeks and motioned her back over his other knee.

The sting was naturally intense, unbearable and at the same time, was fading, she just couldn’t feel the physical pain. Now, Sharon only felt the regret for what she had caused, that terrible hurt look in Peter’s eyes. That was the most painful thing she could imagine and she never wanted to see that again. Sharon was still lost in her thoughts but was now flat on the bed, her bottom being gently rubbed with lotion. She turned and felt his wonderfully comforting hug and fell in love all over again as Peter whispered his love in her ear. She wanted time to stop forever and didn’t want to ever let go, quietly she whispered those same words to Peter. Exhausted, Sharon and Peter both drifted gently to sleep in each other’s arms.