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spanking.”
    Sniffling,
she nodded. Her eyes then bulged at the sight of a wooden spoon laid out on the
bed. Next to it was a small, phallic-shaped yellowish object. What on Earth?
Pretending she didn’t see the items, she said, “I suppose you’re right. I do
feel better after you spank me.”
    “I
suspected as much.” He led her to the bed and sat down. “Over my lap, little
girl.” He patted his thigh.
    Sara
placed herself over his lap. He positioned her so her bottom was high in the
air, her legs slightly parted. Goosebumps prickled on her skin, though not long
ago she’d been sweltering in the heat of the day. She dreaded the sting of the
spoon. She also dreaded to discover the purpose of the strange yellow object.
    As
usual, Rick began by massaging her ass cheeks. He gave her a good scolding
about the importance of obedience and the hurtfulness of lies. Hot shame washed
over her as the scolding went on and on. Remorse swelled within her chest.
    “You’ve
been a very, very naughty little girl, haven’t you, Sara?”
    “Yes,
sir.”
    Slap!
Slap! He laid into her with quick, stinging smacks that had her howling within
seconds. He covered the backs of her thighs, all the way to the center of her
bottom. Fire spread across her flesh, flaming more with each slap. Oh God, it
hurt. Sara couldn’t believe a hand spanking could hurt so much. He hadn’t even picked
up the spoon yet!
    “Please,
Rick. I’m so sorry. I’ll never lie again. I sw – swear.”
    Rick
ignored her pleas. He paused for a moment, but it was only to grab the spoon.
She squirmed as she realized his intent. Thwack! Thwack!
    She
screamed and struggled, only for Rick to wrap one leg around hers to still her
kicking. She usually didn’t put up such a fight, but he usually didn’t spank so
hard either.
    The
spoon fell and fell, crashing down on her bottom cheeks with fury. Just when
she didn’t think she could stand one more stroke, Rick paused. He rubbed her
backside as she sobbed into the covers, her back heaving as she lay over his
lap. Thank goodness it was over. She had survived.
    Except
– oh no. He always punished her bottom hole after a spanking. She tensed in
expectation as he parted her cheeks. Air rushed against her intimate folds and
her tiny rosebud.
    “Naughty
wives always get their assholes punished too, don’t they, Sara?”
    She
swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
    The
yellow object appeared near her face. He held it there for a few seconds as she
stared at it in horror.
    “This
is a ginger root. It’s freshly carved.”
    “Um
. . . what is it for exactly?” She feared the answer to her question.
    “It’s
called figging and it’s a very effective method of punishment. I’m going to
place it in your bottom hole and it’s going to sting. After it starts to sting,
you’ll receive ten strokes with the spoon.”
    “Rick,
I – I’m scared. Please don’t. I swear I’ll never disobey you or lie again.”
    He
rubbed her back. “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then
trust me when I say you will get through this. Relax your bottom now.”
    The
tip of the ginger root pressed to her opening. It didn’t burn as he inserted it
in her ass, but it did fill her up.
    “I
carved it in the shape of a butt plug, as you could see. When the burn starts,
I’ll administer your final ten spanks.”
    Sara
wasn’t sure whether she feared the imminent burn or the additional spanks she
had coming. She’d never heard of figging before, but she had no doubt it would
be an effective anal punishment. Rick was an efficient disciplinarian.
    A
warm tingle spread through her bottom hole, so faint at first that she wondered
if she imagined it. The ginger made her feel full, and it was wider than Rick’s
fingers. Normally he would follow a spanking by finger fucking her asshole.
Normally. She made a mental note to never buy ginger again, no matter how
delicious it tasted in shrimp stir-fry.
    The
warm tingle gradually intensified until it was no