Julian and Kristin

Julian and Kristin

Rated: R, for now, will get hotter and sexy in later chapters.

Summary: Julian and Kristin are married with three children. They’re in their early thirties. This is just a tale of their lives. There’s spanking in this chapter. There will be bondage and other stuff later to come. Enjoy, reviews welcomed.


I crossed my arms and sat on the bed.

“Listen, love, you hate this kind of things. You know that. So I don’t understand why you’re acting like this,” Julian said.

“Maybe I want to go this time. I like dressing up,” I replied.

“Are you going to be difficult?” he asked, slipping on his suit jacket.

He looks great. He isn’t wearing a tie, and his white shirt is unbuttoned at the top. God, he’s sexy. I don’t want him to go. I want him to stay here with me and fuck me.

I don’t answer him. I want him to know that I’m pissed. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I love you,” he says, giving me a chaste kiss before he leaves.

Why doesn’t he want me with him? He should know by now that I don’t take things lying down. I waited an half an hour, then get myself ready. I slipped on a red sweater, which was low cut. I shimmed into a black skirt that hugged my bottom, underneath I was wearing a red g-string. My hair was curled and black pumps decorated my feet. He would be sorry that he left me at home.

I had James bring one of the limos around and I went to the party. I walked into the door with an air of confidence. I flirted with some of Julian’s co-workers. I spotted Julian across the room and smiled. Oh, he was mad. I licked my lips and went back to talking to this guy he worked with.

After awhile Julian walked over to me. His blue eyes were calm, but I knew he was feeling other wise.

“Julian, you never told me how charming and beautiful you’re wife is,” Edward said.

“Yes, well, Kristin is all those things, and more,” Julian smiled.

The three of us talked for awhile. Then Julian said that we should be getting home. I was surprised he didn’t drag me out the door. The limo ride home was silent. He didn’t say a single word to me till we got inside.

“You’re in trouble,” he said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Kristin, you are treading on thin ice,” he growled.

“Quiet Jules, you’ll wake the children,” I giggled.

“Kristin go upstairs and wait for me. In the corner,” he said.

“Like hell I will.”

Julian pursed his lips and grabbed me by the arm. He drug me into the living room and sat down on the couch. I found myself over my lap.

“This is what you’ve been wanting all night, isn’t it? To be over my lap, waiting to have that curvy, delicious bottom of your spanked?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, that’s what you’re going to get,” he said, before delivering a volley of hard smacks to my covered backside.

I wiggled a bit on his lap; I could feel him getting hard. He pushed my skirt up and revealed my red g-string. He played with the thin strand that separated my cheeks. He began to spank me again.

“Kristin, Kristin, I don’t know what to do with you,” he scolded, delivering a smack between each word.

“I don’t know, Julian. I’m just so helplessly naughty,” I said, as he continued to spank me.

After about ten minutes of straight spanking, he stopped.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“I don’t think so. You did disobey me after all,” he said, rubbing my reddened backside.

“Please,” I begged.

“No, you’re going to bed,” he said.

I climbed off his lap, my skirt falling down.

“Do I really have to?” I asked.

“Yes, Kristin, you were a very naughty girl for not listening to me. So, to bed,” he said.

I whined.
“Kristin, you’re going to find yourself back over my knee if you don’t.”

“But I’m not tried and it’s only ten,” I said.

“You’re worse than the children,” he said.

He got off the couch and pulled me against him. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss.

“Now, off to bed,” he said, turning me around and firmly swatting my backside.