She was already seeing the pattern in her husband’s plan of course, punishment followed by reward. Ten swats for her misdeeds and ten for her virtues. Not that it mattered for her poor bottom however, those ten swats as a reward were just as hard and intense as those that served as punishment.

“Ready to continue?” Her husband asked, much too quickly for her poor bottom, yet Scarlett did not want to wait any longer either.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, still eager and horny.

“There’s a chest behind the bed, kneel on it and bend over the back of the bed.” Her husband commanded.

Scarlett smiled broadly. She’d seen that chest when they arrived at their room the day before. Kneeling on it for a spanking had also been the first thing on her mind back then. There was a thin cushion on the chest so that it could serve as a bench as well, so she could comfortably kneel and bend over the high back of the bed. As she reached forward, leaning with her hands on the mattress, her bottom was arched up high.

“The next implement is a ping-pong paddle.” Her husband continued. “I chose it because of how much we both like games, be it board-games, puzzle games or video games. The spanking is of course, for all the times you’ve beaten me.”

Scarlett gasped. “Wait, what? For beating you in games?”

Lucas laughed. “Of course, why wouldn’t I take advantage of this moment for a bit of revenge?”

Scarlett now blushed. She wanted to tell her husband this wasn’t fair, but he knew that, he was doing this specifically for that reason. He didn’t really care about winning, in fact he won more often than he lost. Over the past ten years he’d made it clear that being in charge meant he didn’t have to be fair, he could do what he wanted, he could take advantage of the situation whenever he pleased. And that’s exactly what he’d done on various occasions, taking advantage of his dominion over her just to please himself. Scarlett still didn’t fully understand why that turned her on so much, yet she couldn’t deny how aroused she was when her husband raised that ping-pong paddle to punish her backside for such an unfair reason.

She moaned and squealed as the paddle connected with her backside, the leather covering on the wooden surface offered barely any respite for her sore backside, especially as her buttocks were firmly arched whilst she was bent over like this.

Ten swats and her backside was on fire once more. Yet Scarlett knew she’d barely get any rest before the next set, if the pattern continued she’d now get a reward, with ten equally hard swats of yet another implement.

“Lift your head.” Lucas told her.

Scarlett had been hanging her head, looking down at the bed, focussing more on the pain in her poor bottom than anything else. As she looked up, her husband pulled her hair from in front of her eyes and hooked it behind her ears. Her renewed vision of the bed and the implements layed out in front of her was short-lived however, as her husband tied a blindfold over her eyes.

This afternoon was getting ever more intense. Her bottom was on fire, she was no longer able to see, and bent over the back of the bed, Scarlett could feel the weight of the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples pulling them down.

“The next implement is the flogger.” Her husband announced.

Scarlett smiled broadly. The flogger was her favorite implement, apart perhaps from her husband’s leather belt. They’d bought it shortly after their marriage and it was their first real spanking implement. Kitchen implements, hairbrushes or ping-pong paddles were all fun to play with, but a flogger had only one purpose and you wouldn’t be able to deny why you had bought such a thing if someone were to find it hidden under your bed. The one they owned was pure leather, black and purple and as long as her arm with dozens of thin leather strips. It was heavy and each swing landed with a thud, leaving a deep impact on your behind.

She moaned softly as her husband held the implement above her back, the many falls tickling her backside. When he raised it she braced herself and then moaned deeply as it landed with a loud thwack across her behind.

Normally Scarlett was able to take quite a few hits with the flogger, but today her bottom was already sore from the many implements that had preceded it. She squealed and squirmed, as her bottom burned.

Finally, when the ten swats were over, Scarlett was wheezing and gasping for breath. Each series of swats had gone by fast and quick, intense but short as her husband rained them down on her backside. Not with the flogger however, that implement didn’t lend itself to quick sharp strokes, the ten well-aimed, measured swats took longer, time stretching out, bottom on fire, waiting to be soothed.

“You can get up.” Lucas said.

Scarlett quickly pushed herself up, moaning deeply when the chain of her nipple clamps got stuck on the back of the bed for a second. She reached back to rub her poor backside whilst she still sat kneeled on the chest. She was still blindfolded, so she couldn’t see what her husband wanted to do.

“Move over, please.” Lucas said and Scarlett obediently, and carefully got off the chest. She stood there curiously, unable to see – still rubbing her backside – while her husband pulled aside the chest and then attached two pairs of leather shackles to the bed posts: two at the bottom and two all the way at the top.

Scarlett licked her lips. She had no idea what was happening next: Yet her husband guided her to the bed, raised her arms and spread her legs so that she stood spread-eagled against he back of the bed, where he secured her wrists and ankles with the straps. It was exactly how he had spanked her during the secret BDSM ceremony at their wedding. He’d used his belt back then, it was now also one of two items next in line.

“The slipper next?” She asked, remembering the row of implements in front of her.

Lucas grinned. “Someone is eager to continue.”

Scarlett blushed, she didn’t mean right away, but her husband had already grabbed the implement. She didn’t protest, but let him feel her up while she was fully exposed and unable to defend herself.

“The slipper is indeed what is next.” Her husband said. “Would you like to guess why I chose it?”

Scarlett licked her lips. He hadn’t asked this of the other implements before. According to the pattern it would be for punishment and there was only one thing she could think of. It made her blush deeply. “Is it because I always leave my shoes in the living room instead of putting them in the cupboard in the hallway?” It was probably the most recurring reason her husband had spanked her for these past ten years.

Lucas smiled broadly. “Exactly.” He said. “But I think the shoes are but a small part of it, let’s say they stand symbol for being messy in general.”

Scarlett blushed. She wasn’t the only one messy in their home, so was Lucas, and the kids most of all. But as her husband had said before, this review was for her, not him. She bit her lip and decided not to say anything and instead accept this punishment she surely deserved.

Lucas raised the slipper and when it came back down Scarlett squealed. Again and again the flexible leather sole striked her backside, fanning the flames in her bottom and making her shriek. Scarlett wanted to jump, to kick her legs, to reach back and protect her backside but all she could do was struggle and squirm in her restraints.

Luckily, after just ten swats, her husband placed his hand on her backside, doing what she couldn’t do, rubbing away just a sliver of pain. “Still hanging in there?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied.

His hand then slipped down, between her legs which were widely spread with her feet at the corners of the bed. He cupped her pussy, feeling its warmth, playing with her wet lips.

Scarlett moaned deeply. It wasn’t fair, she thought, not fair how he played with her arousal, alternating pain with pleasure, keeping her hot and horny even while he disciplined her, making her yearn for more punishment just because she knew it would be accompanied by pleasure and excitement.

“Open your mouth.” Her husband suddenly said.

Scarlett blushed and opened her mouth. She wasn’t surprised, she’d seen the gag among the many toys displayed on the bed before. It was a bit gag with a broad leather cushion to bite into. Her husband fastened it around her head just below the blindfold, the gag kept her mouth open and would muffle any screams that were to come.

“The next implement is my leather belt.” Lucas said.

Scarlett moaned softly, though the gag blocked most of the sound and she had to take care not to drool. She’d been looking forward to this, yet her bottom was now so sore and sensitive that she doubted whether she’d be able to enjoy her favorite implement.

“It stands for the opposite of the slipper, for while you might be messy, you also do your fair share in our household chores. In some tasks even more than your fair share I’d say, laundry for example perhaps, your efforts there make sure this belt has clean trousers to hold up, so it seemed right I’d use it to reward you with.”

Scarlett giggled at this explanation, yet it also felt good to be praised for her work. She was really beginning to appreciate how well her husband had planned this session, reprimand followed by praise, so that this afternoon together was still a celebration of their marriage even while he disciplined her.

The happiness at being praised was quickly replaced however by the feeling of pain and helplessness as the leather belt landed across her backside again and again. The sore red flesh of her buttocks rippled upon impact, the pain burning in her backside.

Scarlett screamed and struggled, but the gag blocked her screams from being heard and the restraints kept her from escaping.

Finally, when the count reached ten, she was hanging from her wrists, legs weak and trembling. Almost there, she thought, yet she wasn’t sure whether she’d be able to handle these last two implements.

Lucas freed her from her restraints and Scarlett gingerly reached back, stroking her bottom with the tips of her fingers. She’d rubbed her backside vigorously before, but now it was too sensitive for more than just a delicate touch.

She turned around to face her husband, even though she was still unable to look him in the eyes, debating with herself whether she’d tell him she needed a break. She was nervous, didn’t want to disappoint him. She also couldn’t talk unless he removed the gag. She carefully moved to the chest he’d dragged aside and set down to think, only to jump up with a squeal as soon as she rested her full weight on her poor, burning bottom.

Her husband grinned. “Having trouble sitting down?”

Scarlett mumbled something around the gag and her husband grinned deeply before he stepped closer and unclasped the straps to free her.

Scarlett blushed deeply. “Can we pause for a moment?” She asked.

“Of course.” Her husband replied. He pushed up the blindfold so that she would also be able to see.

“I mean, more than before.” Scarlett explained. “I’m not sure I can take any more.”

Lucas smiled. “Perfect timing then, I had actually planned to take these last two implements with us and finish your review out in the woods this evening.”

Scarlett smiled broadly. “That’s perfect.” She replied.

“Alright then, you get dressed, we head down to the restaurant for dinner and after we’ll go on a romantic evening walk with a short intermezzo of firm discipline in the woods.”

Scarlett blushed and gathered her clothes. “Can I take these off then?” She asked, grabbing onto the chain that connected the clamps on her nipples and waited for her husband’s nod before taking it off, also removing the gag and blindfold that hang loosely around her neck.

She whimpered softly as she then pulled her panties over her sore and sensitive buttocks, but she was sure her husband wouldn’t allow her to be so naughty as to go out with nothing underneath her skirt… Or would he? It’s only naughty if you do it without permission, he’d often warned her. “Sir?” She asked. “Is it okay if I leave my panties off tonight?”

Lucas smiled. “I guess I can allow it on this occasion.”

Scarlett smiled and quickly freed her sore buttocks of the firm embrace of her panties. She blushed slightly at the prospect of going to the restaurant in a short skirt with nothing underneath and even more for going out in the woods. But then the thought of going down to eat suddenly reminded her of sitting down on that chest just moments ago. She remembered from breakfast that morning that the chairs in the restaurant were of firm wood with no padding to protect her poor bottom. “Sir, could we wait just a moment before going down to eat?” She asked.

“I’m actually quite hungry.” Lucas replied.

Scarlett blushed. “I’m not sure I can sit down just yet.”

Her husband grinned. “We could take a pillow with us for you to sit on.”

Scarlett’s blush deepened. Yet despite the embarrassing thought of having to sit on a pillow where staff and other guests could see, the idea also greatly aroused her. They hadn’t been subtle before of course, her being disciplined in their hotel-room where the walls were thin and eager ears could be listening. Anyone who had been present these past two hours would’ve probably heard in this small hotel. Confirming their suspicions by bringing a pillow down to sit on was strangely arousing. “I guess that would help, Sir.” She replied.

Scarlett was rewarded with a look of surprise on her husband’s face. He hadn’t really expected her to agree to his suggestion, he had just been teasing her. It was true, these past ten years she’d learned it was mostly her husband who was the slightly more exhibitionistic of them both, slightly more excited by the idea of getting caught, but he had also slowly infected her. Ten years ago she’d never agree to such a thing, but now the idea turned her on enough to risk it.

After getting dressed, Scarlett stepped into the bathroom to comb her hair and touch-up some of her make-up. She blushed when she noticed in the mirror that she was still wearing her collar. She’d completely forgotten and would’ve gone down to the restaurant still wearing it if she hadn’t had to fix her hair. She’d have to ask her husband to take it off before they left.

“Alright then.” Lucas said as she returned. “Let’s go.” He’d already picked up a pillow from the bed and opened the door. Scarlett blushed and fingered the collar around her neck, then followed her husband out of the room without another word.

They met no other guests on their way down and the restaurant was still empty when they arrived. Lucas pulled back a chair for her and placed the pillow before she sat down.

Scarlett smiled, happy that no-one had seen them despite being aroused by the idea at first. She grunted softly as tried to get comfortable, the cushion helped a lot, but she’d still be squirming in her seat during most of this dinner. Luckily the pillow seemed mostly hidden by her skirt, only someone paying extra attention to her behind might see the white corners sticking out and realize something unorthodox was going on.

A waitress appeared shortly after to take their order and dinner continued without any issues. The pain in her backside slowly subsided as they had appetizers, the main course and dessert. The staff even offered them free drinks for they knew it was their anniversary.

Only when they were finished and satiated, did Scarlett remember the pillow protecting her bottom from the hard wooden chair. Other guests had arrived now and she blushed deeply as she stood up. No-one seemed to be looking their way as she picked up the pillow and followed her husband back to their room.

The last two implements were a switch and a cane. Scarlett remembered the switch well, she’d cut it herself from a tree in their garden but a few days ago – her husband had used it to teach her a lesson about being tardy. It was still supple and fresh after just a few days. The rattan cane they’d bought a few years ago. It was a traditional implement they’d wanted to try out but used rarely. It was easily the most painful of their toys and her husband therefore only used it for pleasure spankings, not serious discipline.

Lucas placed the two implements in his bag and added a coil of rope before slinging it over his shoulder.

Scarlett licked her lip, eager for the last part of her review – and even more for what her husband had planned with that rope – she followed him back out of the room for their evening walk.

Together they trekked the same route through the woods as earlier that day. The sun was hanging low over the horizon, yet it was still warm, a romantic summer evening. Scarlett wouldn’t be fully able to enjoy the romantic atmosphere however, as long as she was waiting for those last two implements, they were all that occupied her mind.

Finally her husband guided her off the track and into the woods. Just a few trees into the forest was a small clearing that was completely hidden from the path. They hadn’t seen any other hikers here earlier this morning and none this night either, yet Scarlett’s heart was racing with excitement.

“Time to finish your ten year anniversary review.” Lucas said.

Scarlett licked her lips. “How do we start?” She asked.

Lucas smiled and put down his bag. He pulled out the switch first. “Let’s start by getting you back into your proper outfit. Everything off, except for your collar and wedding ring.”

Scarlett blushed deeply. He wanted her fully naked? They’d gone hiking plenty of times before and her husband had spanked her out in woods just like these many times, but he’d always just raised her dress to bare her bottom. Yet she understood, this was just a continuation of the session they had in their room. Besides, if someone caught them and saw her getting switched by her husband, did it really matter how much clothing she was wearing?

With a blush of excitement she began to undress.

When she was done and completely naked, Lucas ordered Scarlett to place her hands against a tree and stick out her bottom. He placed the switch against her backside and then told her to spread her legs. Scarlett was already deeply excited as she offered herself for her punishment.

“In the middle of the woods, surrounded by living trees and plants and with a switch cut from a branch yourself, it seemed fitting I’d punish you for all the plants that have died in your care these past ten years.” Her husband said.

Scarlett giggled softly. It was true, she was notoriously bad at keeping plants alive. She knew this however and therefore rarely bought any, very few plants had died under her care for that very reason. But perhaps that was reason enough to be spanked, not being able to buy plants was just as bad.

“I must admit.” Her husband continued. “Your skills have improved in this lately, but perhaps not enough to make up for the past ten years.”

Scarlett smiled, accepting the praise, it was true, she had managed to keep their latest houseplant alive and even grow new leaves. She hadn’t mentioned it herself however, because she understood her husband wanted to round this review off on a lighter tone, something not too serious, because after all, in their marriage punishments like these were based on desire, not the need of real discipline. “I understand, Sir.” She said.

Lucas raised the switch and it swished through the air.

Scarlett moaned deeply as it connected with her bottom. The snapping sound seemed loud in the late, outdoors evening. The sting went deep into her buttocks, awakening the burning pain from earlier that afternoon as a bright red stripe appeared on her still pink backside.

Her husband raised the switch again and again, painting stripe after stripe, criss-crossing her bottom as Scarlett’s squeals disturbed the wildlife hiding amongst the trees around them.

Just ten strokes later, Scarlett was dancing on her feet, doing her best not to dive out of the way and avoid her punishment, but bravely sticking out her bottom and accepting all her husband had to offer. She sighed in relief when he dropped the switch and told her she could rest, knowing of course that the worst was still to come.

Scarlett stayed in place, keeping her position as she heard her husband picking up his bag. He appeared in front of her suddenly and asked her to take one step forward. The tree she’d been leaning against was young and narrow and she could put her arms around it without hugging it to her chest. When her husband tied her wrists together with the rope he’d brought however, she was just a few short inches away from the rough bark beside her skin.

“The last implement.” Her husband said. “Is once again the opposite of before, this one is for the things you’ve kept alive. To be more precise, it’s for our children, how well you’ve taken care of them and what a great mother you are.”

Scarlett smiled broadly. She loved to hear her husband say this and couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that he’d saved the most intense implement for the thing that was most important for her. These ten swats would be hard, but she would cherish them.

Lucas placed the cane against her backside. “Stick out your bottom, spread your legs.” He commanded her.

Scarlett got back in position, nervously clenching her teeth. The cane whooshed through the air and connected with her bottom with a loud snap, followed by a squeal.

With each implement before, Lucas had spanked her hard and fast, the strokes raining down on her behind, even with the flogger and his belt he’d kept up a swift pace. With the cane however, he worked slowly, giving her time to recuperate after each swat, but also savoring these last moments of their session, these last ten swats, these last ten squeals. He counted each stroke, his voice loud in the empty forest as he painted bright red stripes across his wife’s behind.

Scarlett squealed and gasped for breath with each snap, her legs were trembling and she grabbed the tree firmly with her tied up hands to keep her balance. Yet she kept her bottom sticking out, her back arched to receive each painful stroke. She’d earned them.

Then finally, when her husband reached ten, she groaned deeply. “Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.

Lucas stepped up behind her, putting his arms around her as if to hug her from behind. He reached for her wrists and rather than step behind the tree to untie her, he did so in this position, holding her in his arms as if to aid her to keep standing.

Scarlett felt safe with her husband’s arms around her, supported, but also her nudity shielded from the world around them. Most prominent however was the pressure of his hips against her sore, burning backside, the erection which she could feel through his trousers pressing against her wet, waiting pussy. He did not need to untie her just yet, she thought, he should just take her then and there, fuck her while she was still tied to the tree.

This was not what her husband had planned however. He untied her wrists and then pulled her up to stand straight. He pulled her arms behind her body and then tied her wrists together again. “Before I untie you.” He said. “I want you to show me what a good and obedient wife you can be.”

Scarlett moaned softly as she stood with her back to her husband, hands tied behind her back as his hands reached around again, to now play with her breasts. “I’ll do anything you desire, Sir.” She replied.

“Turn around.” Her husband ordered.

Scarlett turned, for a moment disoriented by the forest around them. She’d been so focussed on the tree in front of her, staring at its bark while biting away the pain that she’d nearly forgotten how out in the open they were.

“On your knees.” Lucas commanded.

Scarlett licked her lips and eagerly knelt in the grass at her husband’s feet. She could not do anything with her hands tied behind her back, so she obediently waited as her husband unzipped his trousers and freed his large erection.

It was a bit weird, and clumsy at first. She’d never pleasured her husband with her mouth, without the aid of her hands before. Yet Lucas helped her, with one hand he held his cock steady and with the other he grabbed her hair. The firm grip at the back of her neck served both to keep her hair out of her face and to stop her from toppling over as she sucked on his cock.

It wasn’t long before her husband reached his climax. He must’ve been on the edge for hours, starting early that afternoon when he started this session with the hairbrush, but delaying his own pleasure until they’d gone through his whole list of grievances and praise. Scarlett swallowed his cum and licked her husband’s cock clean.

Lucas then helped her back on her feet. “I have one last question for you.” He said. “Can you be patient and wait until we’ve returned to our hotel-room before you get your turn, or do you want to be greedy and get pleasured now, knowing there will be consequences for your greediness?”

Scarlett licked her lips. There was no way she could wait any longer and consequences sounded like even more reason to choose now rather than later. Oh, they would hurt, she knew and her bottom was already on fire, but she’d be able to take it, whatever it was. “I want to be greedy.” She replied.

Lucas smiled and walked behind her. He’d gotten better at making knots, for those around her wrists came off quickly again. He then pulled her backwards until she stood with her back against the tree. Once again he tied her arms behind its trunk, but this time with her facing outwards.

Scarlett blushed as she looked out through the forest as she stood stark naked tied to a tree. It was getting dark quickly, yet she could still see a fair distance.

Her husband then stepped in front of her, blocking her view. He knelt at her feet, like she had just done for him. Yet it somehow felt different, he wasn’t thanking her for some kind of discipline, he wasn’t pleasuring her out of submission, he was doing so as a reward, showing his love in a similar, yet also different way.

Scarlett moaned as she felt his tongue on her lips, licking up her juices, spreading her excitement as he found her clit. The pleasure he brought stood in sharp contrast with the pain he’d given her before, yet they were two sides of the same coin and they were both present as she was still very aware of the pain in her backside as he pushed her back against that tree. It wasn’t long before she too stood trembling on her legs, moaning and gasping for air as the orgasm took control of her body.

Lucas stood up and smiled at her, he had this smug smile when he knew he’d pleasured her, and pushed her over the edge. “So greedy.” He said. “You didn’t even ask me what the consequences would be. I could choose anything right now.”

Scarlett blushed. “Whatever they are.” She said. “It was worth it.”

Her husband kept his smile up as he reached his arms around her, pressing his body against hers as he untied the knot around her wrists once more. “You can put on your clothes.” He said. “Though I’d like to tell you that the thought did crosd my mind to have you finish our evening walk without them as punishment.”

Scarlett blushed and quickly pulled on her clothes lest her husband changed his mind.

“Roll up your skirt.” Lucas told her. “Make sure that bottom is bared.”

Scarlett licked her lips, a compromise then, partial nudity, but easily covered up should they encounter other travelers. “Yes, Sir.” She replied as she tucked the skirt behind its waistband.

“Hands behind your back.” Lucas continued and when she did, he once again tied her wrists together, yet this time he added a length of rope which he held in his own hands as a leash.

He then swung his bag over his shoulder, but kept the switch he’d used earlier in his hand. Scarlett knew exactly what he was planning, yet still couldn’t stop a surprised squeal as the switch landed across her sore bottom. He was going to guide her back to their hotel, switching her bottom on the way.

“Let’s get going.” Her husband said.

Scarlett set off, but was quickly rewarded with another swat across her backside. “Not that way.” Lucas said.

“Isn’t that the way to the hotel?” She asked.

“We aren’t going back yet.” Lucas replied. “We were going to have a nice, romantic walk in the moonlight, remember?”

Scarlett blushed, this might become a long walk, with her sore red bottom exposed. She wasn’t sure if any other couple in the world might find this romantic, but she did, somehow. She was filled with excitement and arousal as her husband guided her through the woods, chastising her bottom every few steps of the way. The switches weren’t hard, and she could always feel them coming as Lucas first pulled on the rope to move her hands out of the way, but they kept the pain in her backside aflame.

The sun was long gone and the moon and stars the only light revealing their path, when Lucas finally pulled on the rope to make her stop. He stopped beside her, placing one hand on her sore bottom, covering the criss-crossing of stinging red stripes. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied.

Lucas then gently removed the rope from around her wrists and freed her skirt to cover her glowing bottom, protecting it from his wrath. “Good girl.” He whispered and placed his arm around her shoulder so that they might finish this romantic walk together.

Scarlett stared dreamily ahead as she walked through the dark woods with her husband, the pain in her backside slowly fading away, but her arousal still very present. “You will still fuck me when we get to our room as well, won’t you?” She asked.

Her husband grinned. “I don’t know.” He replied. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

Scarlet giggled. “There’s a fallen tree right over there.” She said. “It looks comfortably enough for me to be bent over…”