Spanking and a blow job on Tuesday-Free story, Night Storm

I’m sorry I completely missed my free Friday post so here is your free story on Tuesday! I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Night Storm

I woke suddenly my heart pounding. Thunder was clapping all around shaking the house with each blast. I sat up in bed as I recognized another sound, a dog was screaming. I scrambled quickly from bed. I glanced at Carl still deeply sleeping and decided there was no reason to wake him. I hurried outside not bothering to grab my robe.

The wind whipped my gown around my legs as I opened the door. I stepped out on to the porch and peered out into the darkness. The rain was pelting the ground so hard it bounced back up. I finally spotted Sadie; she had wrapped her chain around the lawn mower and turned it upside down in the yard. She couldn’t move. Her frightened cries tore through the air.

I ran into the storm, my gown plastered itself wetly to my body by the time I reached her. Sadie ran for the house the instant I unhooked her from the chain.

The smell of gasoline permeated the air as I struggled to right the upside down lawn mower. I sighed with relief when I finally got it rightside up.

I started to return to the house when I noticed that Georgie was gone. Shit!! I knew I shouldn’t have left her outside last night. I told Carl she was still too little.

“Georgie! Here Georgie!” I called to my six-month-old basset hound. She didn’t come. I frowned and began to walk the yard shivering as the rain continued to pelt me from about and below. I approached the run down old shack at the back of the yard. Carl planned to tear the building down because it was dangerous, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

I peered into the darkness of the shack, wondering what kind of creepy crawlies might be inside. “Georgie?” I called as I stepped inside. I saw her huddled in the corner of the building when lightening flashed. She was shivering. “Come here baby. It’s okay,” I said creeping across the dirt floor.

I cried out when a sharp pain hit me in the center of my foot. I lifted my foot and felt the bottom of it since I couldn’t see in the darkness.

“Oh no!” I wailed when I felt the nail protruding from my foot. No wonder it hurt so badly. I was afraid to try and pull the nail out with out being able to see how bad it was. I would have to wait till I got inside.

I reached down and scooped up Georgie, who had crept next to me when I cried out. Carefully walking on the heel of my injured foot, I made my way out of the old shack and back into the storm. It seemed to have gotten worse in the brief time I was inside the shack. Wind and rain whipped up at my face as I slowly made my way back to the house.

By the time I got to the porch my foot was throbbing so my tears were mingling with the rain. I set Georgie down in the laundry room and limped to the door. There was no way I could walk through the house in my present condition; I was drenched water pooling underneath me where I stood. I had just shampooed the carpets the day before.

I frowned to myself as I debated whether or not to wake Carl. Odds were he was going to be a bit unhappy with me.

The decision was taken out of my hands as the laundry room light snapped on over head and the door swung open, “Ellen? I woke up and found you gone and you didn’t answer.” Carl stopped and frowned when he realized I was soaking wet and shivering. He looked out the window at the storm then looked back at me sternly.

“I can explain,” I said quickly. “Sadie was screaming, she was all tangled up in the lawn mower, couldn’t find Georgie, the shack was dark and I couldn’t see the nail. And I got all wet.” I finished with a wail.

Carl sighed then pulled a clean towel from the stack folded on the dryer. “First things first let’s get you dried off.” He grabbed the hem of my gown and pulled it quickly over my head then began to briskly rub the towel across my cold skin. “I think we are going to have to get you into a hot bath.” Carl said wrapping the towel around me then pulling me toward the door.

“Ouch!” I cried as I put a little more weight on my injured foot than I intended.

“What’s wrong?” he asked frowning at the way I was holding my left foot up off the floor. “Ellie! You’re bleeding,” he said dropping to one knee and turning my foot so he could see where the blood was coming from. “Well hell,” Carl said to himself before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me inside.

He didn’t say a word as he carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the edge of the vanity. “I’m going to have to pull this out Baby,” He said gently as he studied the rusty nail sticking out of my foot.

“I know,” I said miserably.

He turned me on the vanity so that I was sitting with my foot in the sink and pulled me back against his shoulder griping my ankle tightly in the hand of the arm he had wrapped around me. He grabbed the nail with his other hand. I pressed my face into his neck and bit my lip as he pulled the nail from my foot. “Shhh, that parts over,” he said softly stroking my hair as I whimpered into his neck. “We have to clean it up now Ellie,” Carl said firmly.

I took a deep quivering breath and nodded sitting up again on the vanity. I managed to stay relatively quiet and still as Carl made short work of thoroughly cleaning the area and bandaging it. When he was finished he turned and began running hot water into the tub.

He didn’t say anything as he finished filling the bath.

“I’m sorry Carl,” I said softly when he came to help me into the tub.

“We’ll discuss it later Ellen,” he said firmly, taking my towel off before lifting me in his arms and setting me back down backwards in the water with my left foot hanging out. “Don’t get that wet.” He instructed me firmly before leaving the room.

I lay back in the hot water feeling sorry for myself as the heat seeped into my bones.

Carl came back into the bathroom with a glass of milk and some advil. “Here take these.” He said putting them into my hand and handing me the milk, “We’re going to have to go and get you a tetanus shot in the morning. That old nail was real rusty. The doctor may need to go ahead and give you some anti-biotics too; I think the nail went in about an inch.”

“Okay.” I said quietly too tired to argue. “What time is it?”

“Around four am, must have been about three when you decided to run out into the storm in your nightie and bare feet,” he said with a frown.

“I didn’t stop to think. Sadie was screaming,” I said defensively.

“You should have woken me.” Carl said firmly. “We won’t go into that right now though. As I said we will discuss it later. Let’s get you out of there and back to bed where you belong.”

Soon I was once again dry, wrapped in a warm flannel nightie and my husband’s arms. I snuggled in and went to sleep. I had decided to worry about our “discussion” tomorrow.

***

I limped in the front door with Carl close on my heels. I sighed as I threw my purse on the side table and sank down into the couch. The doctor’s visit had not been fun. Once again my poor foot had been scrubbed and scoured, then re-bandaged. Then I had received a lovely tetanus shot in the arm, which still ached like the dickens. Carl’s only comment was for me to be thankful I had gotten it in the arm.

The doctor had also given me prescriptions for anti-biotics and some decongestant. I had woken up with the sniffles and a scratchy throat. He had pronounced that since it was a puncture wound I wouldn’t need stitches but that I was to keep it clean and dry. Then he told Carl to watch it closely for any signs of infection and to keep me out of rainstorms. I blushed when Carl assured the doctor that he would see to it that I never did something so foolish again.

I was certainly glad to be home. I laid my head back on the cushions and thought about having a nap. I didn’t realize Carl had come back into the room until he was standing right in front of me.

“Suppose you tell me why you ran outside in the middle of a storm with no coat or shoes on?” Carl asked with a stern look upon his face.

The moment of discussion had apparently arrived.

“Well Sadie was screaming and I was worried so I just ran straight outside,” I said earnestly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up Ellen? You know I wouldn’t have wanted you running around outside alone at three in the morning with or without a storm,” he said glaring down at me.

“Would you sit down? You’re giving me a crick.” I snapped.

“Okay, I was trying to give you a chance to explain yourself, but if you want me to sit down I’d be delighted to oblige,” Carl said, sitting down next to me and then pulling me face down across his knees.

“Nooo! Carl I’m sorry! I just didn’t want to wake you because you were sleeping so well.” I yelled, as he lifted my skirt and jerked my panties to mid-thigh. “Wait Carl!”

“No, I think our discussion will be more productive this way. You seem to listen much better from there,” Carl said as his hand clapped across my bare bottom.

“Ouch! Carl can’t we talk about this some more?” I asked desperately.

“I gave you the opportunity to talk about it, you chose not to. So I think I will just make sure it never happens again,” he told me as his hand started to descend once again toward my vulnerable posterior.

I lost track of how many times his hand fell as the fire in my backside began to burn hotter and hotter. It wasn’t long before I was crying limply across his lap as my bottom and foot seemed to throb together in unison.

Carl turned me gently in his arms, “Now you listen to me Ellen Marie Jensen. You are not to go outside after midnight without waking me and letting me know what you are doing ever again. If you go out in the rain you will wear a raincoat and shoes. You are never to go into that shack again night or day. Is that understood?”

I nodded into his chest and sniffed.

“What if you had been hurt so bad you couldn’t get out of there? I might not have woken up and realized you were gone until morning. You’re never to do anything like that again.” Carl said sternly.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry Carl. I just didn’t think,” I said softly as I looked up into his warm brown eyes.

“Well you can either start thinking or stop sitting,” he said pulling me tightly to him and lying back on the couch with me curled against him.

I propped my chin on his chest and looked down at him, “Hamm. That’s a difficult choice.” I said with a saucy grin, and then gasped when his hand clapped off my well-tenderized bottom. “Owww! Carl I was teasing!”

My husband laughed and pulled me down to him. “Well then get on with your teasing girl! Perhaps you can find a way to lighten my mood.”

I melted as his eyes twinkled up into mine. “Perhaps I can at that.” Not breaking eye contact with my husband’s warm brown eyes I lowered myself carefully to my knees, positioning myself between his spread legs and unzipped his jeans. With just a few quick tugs his cock sprang free and into my waiting hand.

Stroking my hands lightly up his throbbing shaft I smiled up at him before leaning down to lick all around the swollen head. I was lapping softly at the sensitive underside then licking quickly into the slit to catch the pre-cum leaking out with an appreciative moan.

Carl’s fingers sank into the hair on either side of my head and pressed me towards his cock, “Suck me inside your mouth and show me you can be my good girl.”

Obediently I opened my mouth as he pushed inside deeply, with a groan of pleasure. “That’s it baby, take me deep.”

Opening my throat for him I began to work my mouth and throat down as he thrust taking him deep and humming around him to increase his pleasure. I licked the underside as he moved in and out of my mouth increasing my suction every time he withdrew.

When he began to thrust even more deeply into the back of my throat I began swallowing rhythmically around him until with a deep growl of pleasure he came shooting a burst of cum down my throat.

Carl relaxed back on the couch, stroking my hair as I licked his cock clean before releasing him from my mouth with one last lingering lick, “Good girl Ellie.”

He pulled me from the floor and lifted me against him as he turned sideways to lie down on the couch with me blanketing his body. I shivered as his big hands cupped my sore bottom.

My clit was throbbing rather urgently between my thighs; I shifted my legs restlessly with a moan and his hand clapped down on my tender tush.

“Do naughty girls get to cum Ellen?” he asked with a frown.

I sighed and snuggled back down on his chest, knowing the throb of my clit was going to go unanswered for the time being, “No sir.”

He grinned and pressed a kiss into my hair, “I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” I said pressing a kiss to his smiling mouth before I lay my head back on his chest with a contented smile.

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