Jane never hit her husband in anger until she did.

Phil comes in with her lunch as he often does when she works in the office on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Her’s is a well appointed space with plush chairs, a sofa, and even its own private bathroom. Jane’s on a conference call with a very pushy client. Air kissing Phil as she ushers him inside her office and closes the door, she points to the table where they eat together. That meant her call was going to take a while.

Jane’s perfume gives a slight and pleasant floral scent to the air. At five-four, his wife wears a dark blue power suit and white button up blouse with three inch black heels. Her blonde hair is curled neatly, and she wears small diamond encrusted helix earrings. Jane’s mascara and pale lipstick give the forty-two year old a youthful look.

Phil sets down the bag holding Jane’s favorite noodle soup from the market down the street as well as a chicken dish of his own. He can tell that she’s having a rough day. A rough week, even. The client on the phone drones on and on and it’s clear that Jane isn’t making progress toward whatever resolution she wants.

While Jane tries to negotiate, Phil unties the plastic bag holding the to-go containers. One at a time he pulls them out and takes the lids off, setting them aside. While his back is turned to Jane, he hears an exasperated sigh. “This guy just doesn’t get it,” Jane says, having muted her side of the call. None of her clients ever seemed to get it.

As Phil finishes getting everything ready, Alice walks in. Jane’s twenty-something secretary is five-nine and has short, brown hair. She wears a purple blouse and black skirt with Chelsea boots. She smiles to greet them both and holds up her fingers in a phone shape to her head. Jane nods and holds up a tea cup, signaling that her assistant should bring her more. Alice smiles and nods, closing the door behind her as she leaves.

Almost as soon as she leaves, Phil turns, still holding the noodle container. And then, very accidentally, he runs into Jane. He spills the noodles all over the carpeting and splashes a good amount of the broth onto Jane’s suit coat. And that’s when it happens.

It’s sudden enough to surprise them both. Reflecting on it afterwards, Jane thinks that this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “I mean, the carpeting isn’t brand new, and even if it was, it’s not my carpeting,” she would later say. And who cared about the suit? She had a small wardrobe in the office closet.

But the pressure of work deadlines, the long hours, this particular jerk of a client. All of it just made Jane snap. And so, as soon as Phil spilled the soup - even before he could apologize - Jane slapped him. And it was a good slap, too. Hard enough to make a crack and leave a red handprint on Phil’s face.

Then just as soon as the slap lands, Jane immediately regrets it. For more than one reason. “Guy, I’m sorry, but I need to call you back later,” Jane sputters out to her client. Before Guy can form a rebuttal, Jane has ended the call. She reaches out to Phil, but he steps back. “I-I, oh baby, I’m so sorry, I do-” she begins to say, but Phil just raises a hand to silence her.

“I’ll help you get out of your clothes” is all he says. He reaches forward and begins unclasping one of her earrings. Jane is still shocked from the slap and stutters out a response. “Oh, um, uh, that-that’s okay. I don’t need to change.” But Phil ignores this, and having removed both earrings, pulls Jane’s coat off.

“Really honey, I’m fine. Are you okay,” she probes earnestly, still hoping that he is just helping her with her wardrobe change. She tries to read his mood as he unbuttons her blouse, but can’t. It only takes a few seconds before he is reaching behind her to undo her coral colored lacy bra. “Oh, um, that’s okay,” she tells him. “My bra didn’t get wet.”

If Phil heard her, he makes no effort to show it, and he pulls the bra free. Now topless, Jane can feel the slight chill in the air. And in Phil’s demeanor. He begins to unbutton her slacks and Jane again tries to mend fences. “Um, honey, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” By the time the pants are halfway down her milky thighs, there’s no doubt in her mind about what is coming.

“Go ahead and kick your shoes off so I can get those panties off,” Phil orders. She’s still hoping for some reprieve. “Phil, um, can-can’t we take care of this at home?”

“Rule one” is all he says in response, still waiting for her to remove her shoes.

“Yes, I know,” she replies, thinking of the first rule in their marriage. All disputes must be settled within one hour. An hour was enough time, more than enough in fact, to find a quiet place where they could fix any problem in their marriage. Disputes, however, most often referred to Jane’s misbehavior. And settling disputes meant punishments. Naked ones. Still searching for a way out, she puts her arms around his neck and smiles up at him. “I know I’ve got a punishment coming. A real hard one, but we can wait until we’re back home. Just this once. Right? Honey?”

“Shoes off.”

And Jane complies, realizing she’s in enough trouble. Kicking the shoes off, she balances on Phil’s shoulders as he leans down and helps her out of her slacks and pink, thong panties. Without being told, she puts her hands on her head. “Um, can, I mean could, um, would you be willing to forgo corner time just this once,” she asks.

He’s not. He simply points to a chair. “Go do your timeout and we’ll get this punishment over with as quick as we can,” he tells her, brushing the hair from her now wet eyes. She hates, hates her timeouts. But again she complies and turns from him. But then, just then right in that moment a new thought appears like a fire alarm in her brain.

“Ho-honey, Alice will be he-here in a f-few minutes, we-” she starts. But Phil just points to the chair.

“Rule two,” he says. No matter who was around or who might see, nothing would stop her from getting her punishment. but Maybe Alice will have forgotten or gotten distracted. Yeah, and maybe the Earth will open up and swallow her whole. She trudges over to the chair just like a naughty little girl.

It’s a large wing back, and she kneels on the seat with her thighs spread. Leaning forward toward the back, she rests her breasts against the back of the chair. And then with a heavy sigh, she reaches back and parts her pert butt. It’s such a ridiculous position. But so is much of her behavior, Phil always says.

She’s seen herself like this before in pictures and videos. It’s even worse than she could imagine. Everything is visible, especially since she’s fully waxed. Her slit spreads widely under her fingers, and she knows that everything within is visible to anyone who would chance a peek. As is her wrinkly pink asshole. She feels it tense in the chilly air.

“Five minutes,” Phil says. Okay, five minutes. Maybe Alice won’t come back until after timeout and her punishment and after she’s dressed. Right, maybe in some universe where tea takes forty-five minutes to steep.

And just like clockwork she hears the door open and Alice step inside. “Hi,” she says, “I’ve got your tea, Mrs. Pierce.” Jane can’t take it any longer and stands back up, covering herself and trying to make it to the closet. “Oh gosh, I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” Alice begins, apparently having seen Jane stark naked.

“That’s fine, Alice, go ahead and put the tea down over there,” Phil says calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Then to Jane “and you,” he says, snapping his fingers. “No one told you to get out of position. Back in the chair and get that bottom spread immediately. You’ve just earned ten with the belt” Jane’s frozen for only a moment before she does as instructed.

“I’m terribly sorry, Alice. Jane and I are working through a few issues at the moment. We won’t be long,” Phil says.

“Oh, um, yes, of course,” Alice replies. And Jane breathes some small sigh of relief. Jane is always terrified of being punished in front of anyone. But especially her young secretary. One who just might have a big crush on Jane, if Phil was right. And he usually was about such matters. But at least for the moment she had only seen Jane nude for a split second, if that. That’s no way Alice is still looking at her, right? And certainly not between her spread thighs. Not at her pussy. Oh god, not at her asshole.

“Actually,” Phil says to Alice. “Jane is going to receive a punishment in a few minutes’ time. It’s going to be a very, very hard one, you see.” Alice mutters an acknowledgement. “Seeing as you are her assistant, I am sure she would appreciate having you here to assist while she receives it.”

It’s quiet for a moment. “Say no. Say no.” The prayer is so loud in Jane’s head that she is certain Phil and Alice can hear it.

“Um, yes, of course. I’m al-always happy to help, Mrs. Pierce. And you,” Alice says as Jane wishes she were struck dead.

Phil’s watch beeps and he walks over to the sofa. Sitting on the middle seat, he calls his errant wife to him. Jane places her hands on her head as she stands and pads over to him, her feet sinking into the thick carpeting as she walks. Phil pats his leg and Jane lies across his knee.

“Alice, would you please come sit to my left. I think that Jane would appreciate it if you held her wrists tightly so she can take her punishment like a good girl.” Christ, did he have to make it so much more humiliating?

Alice immediately comes and sits next to Phil. She takes Jane’s hands and holds them tightly. Phil rubs Jane’s bare, freckled bottom for a few seconds. “Jane, do you know why you’re getting this punishment,” he asks.

Jane feels the tears run down her face. “Be-because I slapped you,” she says. Jane hears a “tsk-tsk” from Alice, but continues spewing the words out so fast it’s hard to tell one from another. “And I’m so, so sorry baby and please I promise to never do it again, but please don’t sp-spank me in front of Alice. I’m so sorry.”

But Phil is again quiet and focused on the task at hand. He raises his hand high and brings it down on Jane’s butt hard. Harder than maybe he has ever spanked her. Jane yelps both in surprise and in pain. She feels his bottom flatten under his hand. The first spank comes down on her right cheek, and the second on her left. Back to the right. Then the left. Right. Left. And fast, too. So fast that she can’t count them.

The pain is quickly overpowering Jane and she struggles against Alice’s grip. But there’s no escape. No reprieve. Nothing but Alice’s vice like hold and the horrible, terrible spanks. Phil moves up and down on both cheeks. He makes sure to spend a good deal of time on Jane’s sit spots, where thigh meets buttock.

It’s rapidly becoming too much for Jane, and she’s losing her fight against the tears. Not only from the spanking, but from her awful reaction to Phil’s small mistake. Phil. The one she loves more than anyone. The one who puts up with all of her shit. Who brings her lunch just to spend the hour listening to her piss and moan about her stupid clients.

And finally, with what feels like the nine-hundredth spank, Jane loses control and begins sobbing. She kicks her legs in a futile attempt to extinguish the pain. But it’s not going anywhere. In fact, it’s just getting worse. So are her kicks. Phil stops for just a moment to clamp her legs between his.

“Please, I’m sorry,” Jane yells out over and over. But Phil just keeps the spanks coming. He’s ignited a fire on her bottom, and he’s not done stoking it. Fiery spank after fiery spank lands left, right, and center. Her sit spots feel bruised from Phil’s ceaseless barrage. Jane is truly in hell.

She can’t see from the tears, and she’s sobbing so hard her face hurts. “Please Phil, please be done.” Her butt must be so red. She’ll see it later, of course. Phil always takes a few photos for his collection. Sometimes when Jane is in a bad mood, Phil will make her flip through the photos to see that things could always be worse.

FInally, Phil starts to let up a little bit. He’s slowing down and focusing on some of the lesser spanked areas. It’s still very, very painful, but Jane is trying to look for any light at the end of the tunnel. After another forty spanks or so, Phil stops and begins rubbing her bottom.

“I’m sorry,” Jane cries out. “Please, no more.” And Phil just stokes her sore spots softly, helping to rub out a little of that fire.

After a minute or two, Phil signals to Alice to release Jane’s hands and lets Jane up off the sofa. Jane hurriedly gets up and tries to rub her butt. Phil, however, just takes her hands and puts them on her head. Still feeling like she’s on fire, Jane does a spanked girl dance to try and soothe the burning.

“Okay,” Phil says. “Go ahead and get bent over the sofa. It’s time to take care of that belt spanking I promised you.” Jane hesitates and starts to try and beg her way out of it, but Phil just gives her butt a few hard slaps as encouragement.

Walking gingerly over to the other side of the sofa, Jane avoids Alice’s gaze. Instead, she bends over the furniture and spreads her feet shoulder width apart. Phil comes to the same side and opens his belt. Pulling it out from the loops, it makes a snap as it comes free and Jane winces in anticipation.

“Alice,” Phil says, “Jane disobeyed and got out of position when she heard you come in. She knows this was wrong and I think she’d like to apologize to you for it.”

Jane would not like to apologize, but still does so. “Al-Alice,” she begins.

“Ms. Kates,” Phil says, correcting her.

“Oh, uh,” Jane begins, suddenly feeling very childish. “I’m. Uh, I’m sorry Ms. Kates.”

“For,” Phil asks.

“Uh, fo-for getting out of position when you came in. I shouldn’t have done that. It was um, disrespectful to you and to Phil.”

“Good,” Phil says. “Alice, since you’re the wronged party here, I think it would be very helpful to Jane if you delivered the belt spanking.”

Jane moves to stand in defiance, but Phil holds her down. It’s lucky he did, too, as she would have earned at least another ten with the belt.

“I,” Alice says with hesitation. “I-I don’t. Um, I haven’t ever u-used a belt before.” And then after a moment, “but I’d be willing to learn.”

“That’s very good,” Phil says. He gives her a quick instruction on how to hold the belt, how to swing it, and where to aim.

“Nice and hard. Make them count, and go as slow as you need to. Jane, you keep count.”

The belt comes fast and hard on her right cheek. It’s a little too far to the side, and Jane yelps out “one.”

“Sorry baby, but that one isn’t going to count. Alice, please try again.”

This spank lands on the right cheek like the last, but in the zone Phil outlined.

“One,” Jane mumbles, crying quietly.

The belt snaps again, this time on the left cheek.

“Two.”

The spanks come hard, but they’re spaced out enough that Jane can breathe between them. It’s a small mercy; if Phil were punishing her, she’d be breathless and in full sobs.

The belt lands for a final time and Jane chokes out a “ten.” Then she relaxes, happy that the punishment is at least over. Phil tells her to stand and then scoops her up in a big hug. Jane sobs in heavy cries as he holds her gently.

“That’s it baby, just let it go,” he tells her. And she does. She just falls to pieces in his strong arms. Over. At least it’s over.

But it’s not. “Now, let’s kiss and make up,” Phil says to his bride.

Oh no. Please. Please, anything but that.

Reserved for only the worst behaviors was kissing and making up. She couldn’t. Not here, and certainly not in front of her secretary. “Please, Phil. Can’t-” she begins before he hushes her.

“It’s that or more of the belt from Alice and then we kiss and make up,” he warns.

Jane groans and looks over at Alice, who is blushing and looks bewildered at having seen her boss punished. No, not just seen. Punished her first hand. This couldn’t be happening. But it was. Phil leads her to her desk and pushes her back onto it.

Lying down on the desk, Jane watches as Phil crooks a finger at Alice.

“Alice, would you be a dear and grab Jane’s purse. There should be a little bottle of lubricant and a small plastic clothespin inside. Could you bring those to me?” Jane had to have everything needed for kiss and make up on hand at all times.

Alice does as instructed and walks the few feet to Phil, handing him the items. “Whenever Jane has a major behavioral problem, we kiss and make up as an extra punishment.”

“Wh-what does that mean,” Alice asks, the blush now down to her chest.

“It means that I’m going to use Jane’s ass,” Phil explains.

Jane closes her eyes and tries to take deep breaths and calm herself. It’s not working.

“Oh, I um. Do, do you want me to, uh, can I stay for this? You know, in case Jane needs assistance,” Alice asks.

Phil nods. “I think that’s a really good idea. You’re very good at your job, you know, Alice.” Alice smiles at this and quietly thanks him.

“The important part of kiss and make up is that Jane doesn’t get too aroused. She’s very much turned on by anal sex and even her punishments, though her tears might make you think otherwise.”

Jane nods. “Can, um, could I check and s-see her arousal? Not that I don’t be-believe you. Just you know, so I know w-what to look f-for,” she asks.

“Yes, definitely,” Phil says.” If you come between Jane’s legs. Jane,” he orders, “open your legs unless you want some more spanks.” Jane does as instructed.

“If you spread her pussy lips, you’ll see her clit is really swollen and she’s very wet,” Phil says, educating Alice and furthering Jane’s humiliation. Jane feels Alice parting her lips.

“Oh yes, I can definitely see her clit there,” Alice says as she offhandedly strokes it. “Oh, it’s quite large,” Alice notices. Jane mewls a little at the touch but doesn’t try to pull away or close her legs. “And yeah, you’re right, she’s so, so wet.” Jane sobs a bit as Alice continues exploring her.

“Okay, so like I said, it’s important that Jane maintains her composure during kiss and make up,” Phil continues.

“Wh-what does that m-mean? Like, will she, um, uh, orgasm if you don’t st-top her,” Alice asks.

“Yes, definitely. And we don’t want that. This is a punishment. So, could you please put that little clothespin on her clit,” Phil asks Alice.

“Oh, su-sure. Just like this,” Alice checks with Phil before placing the pin.

“Sort of. You’ve got to push her clit hood back a bit like this. That way it’s really got a hold of her clit and really gets Jane’s attention,” Phil explains.

“Oh, I see,” Alice exclaims, and then Jane feels a great deal of pressure and pain on her sensitive clit. Crying out, she begs Alice to take it off, but Alice simply shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Mrs. P-Jane. It’s important that yo-you take your p-punishment like a good girl.”

As if things couldn’t get worse, Jane hears the bottle of lube pop open. Her legs are pulled onto Phil’s shoulders, and a moment later, she hears Phil’s pants open and his zipper come down. And then his cockhead is at the opening to her ass. Jane tenses up until Phil puts a reassuring hand on her stomach. “Relax baby, we’re almost done.”

Bearing down as best she can, Jane feels Phil’s big cock push past the tight ring of her asshole. Stroking in and out a few times, he starts to get a rhythm as he fucks his wife in the ass in front of her recent college grad of an assistant.

“I-is there, like, um,” Alice stutters wide-eyed. “Is there any way I can assist?”

“Yeah,” Phil grunts. “Go ahead and pinch Jane’s nipples. It helps her stay focused.”

Alice reaches down and pinches and pulls on Jane’s little pink nipples. Jane cries out. From the ass fucking. From the clothespin. From the humiliation. From everything.

Alice and Phil work together on Jane, ensuring she’ll learn a good lesson while also not gaining any sexual satisfaction from it.

“Oh,” Phil says. Jane realizes it isn’t going to be long now. And it isn’t. He grunts and buries his cock to the hilt as Alice twists Jane’s nipples hard. Jane cries and whines as Phil’s fat cock fills her up.

After several long pulses in Jane’s ass, Phil finally withdraws and collapses in a nearby chair. He and Jane pant, and Jane can feel the cum spurt out of her asshole onto the desk against her best efforts.

Alice still looks bewildered, unable to speak or move.

Finally, Phil stands and puts his cock back in his pants. Zipping up, he walks over and pats Jane’s stomach once more before helping her to unsteady feet. Jane can feel the cum running down her thigh. Alice notices too, and quickly grabs a tissue and hands it to her boss.

After Jane cleans up, she looks over to Phil who smiles at her. “There’s my good girl. We’re all okay again now, alright,” he asks, pulling her into another hug. Jane nods into his shoulder but continues to cry.

“Jane, I wish I could stay, but I need to go, and I think your lunch break is about over,” Phil says before quickly snapping a few pictures of the naked and blushing Jane. She nods miserably at this and kisses him goodbye. “Alice,” he says, “thank you so much for your help. We should have you over for dinner sometime soon.”

Alice nods and smiles. “It was my pleasure. And I’d like that”, she says.

And just when Jane thought things were getting back to normal, Phil points at the small pool of cum on the desk. “Honey, looks like you made a mess, better clean that up before it dries.”

Jane groans. But, as required, she bends over and brushes the hair back from her face. Like a kitten at a milk saucer, Jane uses her small pink tongue to lick up the cum.

“That’s a good girl,” Phil says to her. And again turns to Alice. “Could you please help Jane get dressed? Also, pick a night that works for you this week and we’ll have that dinner date. See you girls later.”

It’s a very humbled and sore Jane that is helped into fresh clothes by her assistant.

“I think,” Alice begins, “we should talk about the bonus situation.”

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I planned this as a one off, but I think it might be fun to follow up with this trio as Alice slowly learns how to dominate her boss under Phil's guidance.

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