John and Kate had been browsing through a novelty gift store, when Kate came across an adult game section. They decided to try a game called Intimate Commands. It was a board game, on which the spaces commanded the players to remove clothing, drink a shot, etc. A couple of spaces required the drawing of a card, on which a more intimate command was required. These cards required the drawing player to either make a command, or submit to one made by the opponent. Definately a risky game, but John and Kate both agreed to play by the rules, and submit to the other's commands. After playing a while, and getting a feel for the game, Kate decided to get more agressive. She drew an intimate command card requiring John to submit to her command for two minutes (most of the cards had time limits on them). Kate decided to test John. She made him lie on his back, and straddled his hips. Peeling off her top and bra, she lowered her breast to within inched of John's mouth. Instinctively, he reached up to suck on her nipple. "Did I tell you you could do that?" Kate asked innocently. "Uh... No." John was a little nervous. Kate slapped him hard across the face. "Don't move until I say so, or you'll be sorry." She continued to straddle John's hips, and sway her breasts close to John's face. Then, Kate brushed her breast against John's lips. "Didn't I tell you not to move?" Kate pretended to be furious. John was more than a little startled. "Hey, I didn't.." John could finish before Kate shocked him. " I warned you. I have a minute left. Go to the kitchen and get the wooden salad spoon." Kate was in her glory. Reluctantly, with butterflies in his stomach, John got the spoon. When he got back, Kate unsnapped his jeans and pulled them to his knees. Kate sat on the couch and ordered John over her lap. She used half her time to spank John with her bare hand, and then, when her hand was too sore to continue, bared John's bottom and proceeded to put the spoon to use. John couldn't believe a minute could take so long. When Kate was finished, John's bottom was a deep red, and was on fire. John was determined to get even. On John's next turn, he drew a card which required him to strip. This was unbelievable. He was now naked before Kate, and the spoon was still in her hand. There was no doubt that John would feel it's sting again. Kate began to gloat. "John, let me tell you something," she began, "I've been wanting to put you over my knee for a long time, and today's my chance. It's just a matter of time before you have to submit to me again, and then, no mercy!" John cringed as Kate drew her next command card. But then, Kate blanched. She had drawn a command card which would make her submit to John, with no time limit. "Uh, honey, um, how would you like a nice, long, blo..." Kate was cut off in mid sentence. "Oh, no. You're mine now. Or should I say, your pretty little ass is mine now. But first, I want you to change. Go put on a mini dress, with no bra, and those black, see through panties I like so much. And put some black stockings on too." John was beginning to enjoy himself. Kate was getting worried. What had she gotten herself into? She would soon find out that she was in for a long night. She returned, dressed as ordered. "Good. You look quite stunning. Now come over my lap, and bring your spoon with you." Kate's mind raced. She had never been spanked before. Would it hurt? Maybe John would go easy on her. Maybe... "Yeeeoouch!!!" Kate let loose a squeal. John had pulled her over his lap, and began to spank her over her dress. She wiggled and squirmed, but could not avoid John's heavy hand. John wasn't sayiong a word. He concentrated on slapping his wriggling target. When he could feel the heat of her bottom through her dress, he hiked it up to expose her pantied bottom. Through the sheer black fabric, John could see faint pink handprints on Kates bottom. He went back to work, steadily spanking her bottom with no particular pattern. She seemed to squeal most when he slapped right where her cheeks met her thighs. John was enjoying the sight of his wife, stockinged legs kicking up and down, sqealing with every spank. Kate was in agony. Her bottom was on fire, and she imagined that it was fire engine red. John certainly was enjoying himself. Suddenly, he stopped. Kate was grateful; her bottom had had enough. John, though, had other plans, and could feel the cool air wash over her bottom as John peeled down her panties. In a matter of seconds, the feeling of cool air was replaced with the sting of the wooden spoon. Kate cried out, but John paid no attention. Blow after blow descended on her helpless behind. Desperately, Kate thrust her hand bakwards to cover her bottom, but to no avail. John pinned her hand to her back, and began to concentrate on her sensitive cheeks. Finally, he put the spoon down, and began to rub Kate's bottom. "There, there, sweet Kate, how does that feel?" John asked. "God, my ass is on fire. I can't believe how hot it is." Kate was worn out. But John wasn't finished. "Come on, into the kitchen." Kate got off John's lap, pulled her panties over her reddened ass, and went to the kitchen, not aware of John's plan. John grabbed a tray of ice cubes, and told Kate to bend over the table and lower her panties. She complied, and John melted ice cube after ice cube on her bottom. When her bottom was quite chilled, Kate pulled her panties up and began to get up. "Wher are you going Kate? We're not finished yet." John was smirking. "But You've already spanked me. Let's get back to the game." Kate was eafer to extract her own revenge. John, however, would have none of it. He made her kneel on a chair, and put her elbows on the table. He grabbed a plastic spatula from a drawer, and lifted her dress to expose her now cold and wet pantied bottom. Placing a hand on the small of her back, John began to slap her bottom again and again with the spatula. Kate begged for mercy, but John had none. He peeled down the panties, and threw them in a corner. She wouldn't be needing them any more. John took in the sight before him. Kate, splayed across the table, her burning bottom exposed with her pussy in full view, her ass begging to be spanked. John begaon again, working over Kate's whole outstretched bottom, and then began to concentrate again where Kates cheeks met her thighs. Kate was beginning to think the spanking would never end. Her every cry and squeal brough another sharp sting of the spatula, But now, her pussy was begginning to get hot, and should could feel the spatula's heat on her lips. She was wriggling furiously now, giving John quite a site. She didn't care. John brought her to the study next, where he made Kate strip and bend over his hard wooden chair. There he applied a heavy but flexible ruler to Kate's poor bottom. Now, tears were streaming down Kate's face, and she begged John for mercy. John was not through, however, and next brought Kate to the bathroom, where he had her face the mirror while he applied a bath brush to her now scarlet ass. Once in a while, he would rake the bristles across her skin, which increased her agony. Even as her bottom grew hot, though, Kate's pussy grew hotter. John decided that Kate had had almost enough. They had worked themselves through the house, to the bedroom. John told Kate that this would be the last room in which she would be spanked; however, she would have to pick the position and the implement. "I like it best when I'm stretched across your lap." Kate couldn't believe she heard herself say that. "I 'want you to use the spoon first, and finish with your hand." With that, John pulled up a chair, and pulled Kate over his lap. Her hands fell to the floor, and she braced her self for the finale. John did not let up, and finally finished what he started over an hour ago. Kate lay over his lap, sobbing. John was suprised to learn that Kate enjoyed the game, and the two played well into the night.