(This picture is a real woodshed and was sent to me by Barrister Larry who carries out real spankings in it and is a wonderful man.)
She liked walking with him. His large warm hand folded around hers with ease. Her small fingers made a little fist inside it. She had been cold when he first took her outside that morning, following a whispered request from him that took her away from morning coffee and out into the dewy air and bird song. With her hand in his large paw and walking as close as she could to him, she could feel his warmth. She was not cold now.
The morning was sharp, brisk, and made her think of words like “bracing” and “medicinal,” but still drowsy from sleep she did not ask where they were going. She liked to trust him; she liked the way it felt when she just said “Yes” to him. They both knew she would. It was how they were.
His tall, strong legs found an easier pace than hers. He knew the path well and guided her protectively. He had lived in the house since he was a boy and had walked this way many times. Although he had brought girlfriends here in the past, it was the first time he had brought his wife this way. He looked down at her messy, curly hair and smiled. After only two weeks of marriage he knew it was time to take her here. Of course he had spanked her many times. Throughout their dating and engagement he had often taken her small form and wrapped her over his long strong legs and made her bottom red and her legs kick. It soothed her like no other method he had found, made her calm, happy, and sweet as a blueberry in August.
Of course, he got no small amount of pleasure out of spanking her, and watching her last night as she got in from work he knew what she needed. She had thrown her briefcase into the corner and refused point blank to discuss her work trip with him. All she would accept was a glass of wine, and still this morning he saw her sweet face marred with a persistent crease of concern that told him she needed his guidance to leave the stress behind.
She was still in her pyjamas, and he knew that under them she wore simple white cotton knickers. She was light enough that he could simply put one foot up on a storage box and balance her over his strong thigh. She hated that and would protest at the precarious nature of her position. She was forced to keep her hands away from her bottom so she could steady herself by holding onto his calf.
It would take just a moment to get her positioned like that, and a split second more to whip off her panties and pyjama bottoms. The cold, outside air would wake her up and bring her restless bad temper to the fore. She would go from sleepy lover to snarling cat in no time, which is why he had gone out before she awoke and placed his well used dark brown leather strap just where he needed it.
As they walked he slipped a hand behind her and she wriggled her bum against it, both of them liking his casual ownership of her. Her cheeks were cold and he imagined the burning red they would be in a few minutes. He was well practised with the strap although he had never used one on her before. He knew how to lay each stripe even and straight and how to cover every inch of her with a persistent heat that would last all day. He knew that she would protest and try to escape.
He would watch her with care, his additional years of experience and knowledge allowing him not to translate her cries and objections into a fearful concern that he would stop before she was there, where she needed to be. He knew enough to take her past that point she wanted him to leave off, to pepper her with a stinging, thorough chastisement that would leave her silent as the last few strokes completed her and left her limp and pliable over his leg.
He would sit then, on a wooden chair that was there to offer comfort, and take her gently onto his lap. He stiffened as he thought of how she would come to him then, a thousand urgent kisses and whispered requests for him to complete his claim.
He imagined the form that completion would take as they reached the door of the woodshed. Innocent that she was, she said not a word as he held the door open and she walked inside.
