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Actions Speak Louder Than Words


Jim slowly puts the key in the door of their new house. He has been traveling for the last week, he is tired and he missed his true love Kay more than words could express. He’s has thought about how he was going to greet her all the way home and decided on something very different. He decided he was going to let his actions do all the talking for him. Jim turned the key in the lock, opened the door and stepped inside.

Kay was in the backyard gardening when he arrived. Jim dropped his briefcase on the bed and walked all through the house looking for her, finally spotting her in the garden on her knees. Jim thought to himself how wonderful she looked, a vision of beauty. Kay was wearing old worn tight jeans, with mud all over the knees, a white tee shirt that outlined her gorgeous body, and white keds. She looked spectacular. The back yard looked wonderful. The grass was mowed and the flowers all planted and watered. It was obvious that Kay wanted to spend the weekend with Jim and not doing the yard work they had planned.

Jim walked into the kitchen towards the back door. As he passed the table he pulled out a chair and left it in the center of the kitchen. He walked out into the backyard to greet his loving wife the way he had planned all week. Jim walked up behind her, pulled her to her feet, spun her around and kissed her with a passion that few couples will ever know. Kay melted in his arms and returned the kiss. Jim finally broke the kiss, and smiled at his wife. Kay started to say hello, but he put a finger on her lips to silence her. Jim could see an unsure look on Kay’s face, but he knew she trusted him enough to do what he wanted her to

Taking Kay by the hand he started to lead her into the house. As they reached the back steps Kay whispered “I Love You” to Jim. Without saying a word Jim put a finger on her lips, put his left foot on the second porch step, and pulled Kay over his knee. Jim quickly gave Kay a short spanking on her jeans. He then stood her up and kissed her passionately. Kay smiled at her husband and felt her tingling bottom. She wanted to speak, but decided against it.

Jim walked Kay up the porch steps and towards the back door. Reaching out he turned the knob and let the door swing open. Kay’s eyes widened as she saw the straight back chair in the middle of the kitchen. She had fantasized about being spanked in the kitchen, but she had never told Jim. Kay wondered how he figured this out. Jim escorted her into the kitchen and closed the door. He walked over to the chair and sat down pulling Kay to his right side. Reaching up, he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper, and slowly lowered Kay’s jeans to her knees. Jim then reached up and yanked her beige panties down to join her jeans. Kay blushed as her panties descended. It seemed that even though they have been married for over a year, and she had been spanked many times by him, having her panties pulled down still embarrassed her a bit.

Jim hugged his wife around the waist and then patted his lap. Kay leaned down and kissed him before sliding across his lap. Jim helped her adjust and get comfortable. Kay looked over her shoulder at her soul mate and smiled. He couldn’t help smiling back at her as he could see the excitement on her face and her eyes glistened like emeralds. Jim placed his hand on her pale white bottom and thought, this will soon be my favorite color, red. Raising his hand he brought it down on his wife’s bare bottom, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, and then rubbed her cheeks a little. Jim then raised his hand again and continued to warm up Kay’s bottom. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, Jim covered every inch of her bottom, paying special attention to her sit spot. Jim rubbed his hand over her pink bottom, checking to make sure she was warmed up enough for the real spanking to begin. When he was satisfied, he wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled Kay tight against his stomach. Raising his hand Jim started the real spanking, he spanked hard and fast. Jim’s swats were randomly placed all over Kay’s bottom and upper thighs. He has always had the ability to deliver a hard spanking that keeps his wife guessing. SSSSSSPANK, SSSSSSSPANK, SSSSSSSPANK, SPPPPAANK, the swats were making Kay pound her fists into the kitchen floor. Jim can tell the spanking is having its desired effect by the way she was kicking her feet. When Jim thought he had spanked his wife enough he stopped and gently rubbed her crimson bottom. He helped Kay up and sat her on his lap, hugging her. Kay was starting to relax, she kissed him passionately on the lips and said “I love you darling”. Jim put his finger to her lips again and then kissed her.

Jim slid a hand under her legs and stood with Kay in his arms. He walked towards the bedroom with Kay clutching his neck. They entered the bedroom and he kicked the door closed with his foot. Jim stood Kay beside the bed, knelt down behind her, and slowly helped Kay out of her jeans and panties one leg at a time. Jim stood, reached for the briefcase, and opened it. Kay’s eyes were glued to the new leather paddle that was there. They had talked about getting a paddle like this, but she never thought he would have the nerve to go into a store and purchase one. Kay could feel her knees grow weak. Jim picked the paddle up and rubbed it on her red bottom. He placed his hand in between Kay’s shoulders and gently bent her over the bed. He placed the paddle on her bottom, rubbed it in circles and then CRACK delivered the first swat. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, Jim spanked his wife’s red, hot bottom. Jim gave his wife 20 hard spanks with the new paddle, pausing between each swat to rub the paddle on her cheeks. Kay was moaning with each swat, she wanted Jim so much, and she couldn’t believe that he had fulfilled two of her long-term fantasies in one day. Jim finished the spanking, helped her up and hugged her. Kay kissed him with a passion she had never felt before. Finally Jim spoke to his loving wife saying, IT’S TRUE, ACTIONS REALLY DO SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.

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