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Claudia stopped in the middle of the room, her eyes flashing like embers in a fire I knew all too well. The air between us crackled with tension, and the sour smell of my alcoholic breath only made things worse. She crossed her arms, her chest rising and falling with repressed fury, and for a second I thought she would explode in a scream. But no. Claudia wasn't one for empty sermons; she was one for actions that left a mark.

"Oh, a sermon? No, Mario, that would be too kind for you tonight." Her voice was low, sharp as a knife blade, and she took a step forward, forcing me to back up against the wall. "You think you're clever, huh? With this provocative habit, coming home late, reeking of beer and cheap whiskey, as if I were your maid to clean up your mess. You know what I hate? It's not just the alcohol, it's the lack of respect. It's you thinking you can trample on our agreement and get away with it." She lifted her chin

Her lips curving into a smile that was pure, sweet poison. "But I'm going to teach you what happens to cunning husbands. It's going to hurt, Mario. It's going to really hurt. Undress, take everything off, and lean over the arm of the sofa. Now. Sixty lashes with the cane – no warm-up, no mercy. You're going to count each one, loud and clear: 'One, thank you Claudia. Two, thank you Claudia.' And if you move or fail to count... well, I'll add another dozen with the Dragon cane, the one that leaves you on your knees for days."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, a mixture of fear and something darker, warmer, that always betrayed me in these moments. "Claudia, wait... it was just one night, I swear that—"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, a mixture of fear and something darker, warmer, that always betrayed me in these moments. "Claudia, wait... it was just one night, I swear that—" "Shut up and obey." She was already turning to the hallway closet where we kept the "utensils"—the collection we had built up over the years, each piece a reminder of our rules. The flexible rattan cane came out first, thin and whispering, promising stripes that would burn like fire. "Lean over. Hands on the sofa seat, legs apart. And remember: this is punishment, not a game. If you cry before the end, it's because you deserve it."

The first blow whistled through the air before I could prepare myself, cutting through the silence like a whip. "One!" I screamed, my voice faltering, the impact exploding on my bare skin like lightning. Pure pain, without mercy, and Claudia didn't stop. Each stroke was precise, rhythmic, marking the rhythm of my regret. At twenty, my backside was already throbbing, hot and swollen; at forty, tears stung my eyes, and I bit my lip to keep from pleading.

"Forty-one, thank you Claudia," I gasped, my body trembling, but maintaining the position as she had ordered. She paused for a second, her breathing also accelerated – not from effort, but from absolute control. "Good boy. But there are still nineteen to go. And if you fail the last one... ah, Mario, you'll wish you'd stayed at the bar."

She managed everything without hesitation, the cane dancing like an extension of her arm, until I collapsed, sobs tearing at my chest, my body a map of welts and lessons burned into my skin. When she finished, she dropped the cane and knelt beside me, a firm hand on my trembling shoulder. "Get up slowly, love. Look at me."

I raised my eyes, my face wet, and saw in them not anger, but possession. "Tell me what you learned."

I did know what to expect when I dated women because I was spanked by my mom growing up and my older sister did spank me too. Because I was also spanked by my teachers at school and also the woman Principal of the school, I did learn how important rules were and that I had to follow them. I also learned that I should always respect and obey females all of the time.

Because I am a male, I do tend to be lazy, not be able to keep track of time, I do tend to stretch the truth, and also see how much I can get away with before I am punished.

I am glad my girlfriends did spank me and my wife spanked me when we were dating. They did help me to become a better man and a better husband. I did have to learn to always thank a woman for spanking me too.

I am thankful my wife spanks me and I know I deserve every spanking I have received. They do make my wife happy, I am forgiven, and that way we do have a happy marriage. I am glad that both of us are Christians and we do share the same beliefs and values. I do trust my wife's judgements too.

“It’s all getting too much!” She admitted, tearfully, to Rachael from HR, who’d been sent to look into her complaint.

“Leave it to me.” Said Rachael, handing her a tissue and a glass of water.

The following day, a smartly turned-out woman in middle years arrived at the office. She presented her credentials at Reception.

“I’m Gloria Sampson, PA to the Managing Director.” She announced. “And I’ve come to interview David Makepiece, your Branch Manager.”

Ms Sampson was shown through to David’s office, where he was busy delegating tasks to his already overworked secretary. When Ms Sampson entered, Miranda got up to leave.

“No, dear.” Ms Sampson said to her. “I’d like you to stay. I need you to be present for what’s coming next.”

To David’s dismay, this stranger from Headquarters withdrew from her briefcase a laptop, which she opened and from which she recited a list of occasions when he had been missing from the office, leaving Miranda to field calls and complaints.

“Now, you have a choice, Mr Makepiece.” Ms Sampson told him. “You can leave now, and someone from HR will flesh out the details of severance pay and so on, for you, in the next few days. On the other hand, if you want to stay in your current post, you’ll have to cooperate with the plan I’m about to propose.

“This plan starts with a detailed letter from you to my boss, the Managing Director, acknowledging everything you’ve been doing wrong, listing the all the issues I’ve just read out to you. I shall also expect a grovelling, and I mean GROVELLING apology to Miranda here, who’s been doing her level best to keep this ship afloat, apparently without any support from you. Oh, and you’ll have to be spanked….”

“I’ll have to be WHAT?” Gasped the hapless Branch Manager, unable to believe his ears.

“Yes; if you want to stay in your job, you’re going to have to be spanked, by me, now, in front of your long suffering secretary, who’s the most obvious victim of your considerable wrongdoing.”

“Can I have time to consider….please?” He begged.

Miranda could see the machinery of his brain cranking itself into gear. He looked like he was trying to get his bearings.

“You can have one minute, Mr Makepiece; sixty seconds. That’s all.”

David gulped. Images ran through his mind, of possible consequences if he decided to turn his back on the company with immediate effect. That way, he’d at least be able to leave with his dignity more or less intact.

On the other hand, the prospects were terrifying. Above all, there was his wife’s reaction to consider. How would he explain his sudden joblessness to her, and the loss of his income? Leaving like this would probably also put paid to the affair he’d been having with that other Branch Manager’s wife, which had been so much fun. Would his own wife now get to hear about what he’d been up to? And would the company’s financial settlement be enough to tide him over till he got another job? He couldn’t imagine it would be generous. And with a lousy reference, or no reference at all, he’d have no chance of getting another job at the same level.

No. He knew he needed to keep his job, if that was possible, which meant he was going to have to swallow his pride and accept the company’s terms, as offered to him by this intimidating woman from HQ. Including, for god’s sake, a spanking! Would he ever be able to live this down?

“You have another 20 seconds to decide.” Prompted Ms Sampson, leaning back comfortably in her chair.”

“I …I…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll accept your terms, Ms Sampson.” He said quietly, his head down, avoiding her eyes. “I’d like to stay. Please.”

“Can you repeat that, Mr Makepiece?” She demanded. “I didn’t quite catch it. And look at me when you’re speaking to me.”

“Sorry Ms Sampson.” He said, his voice quavering, forcing himself to look at her. “I said I’ll accept your terms, if I’m allowed to keep my job, please, Ma’am?”

“Very well.” Said Gloria Sampson, getting to her feet. “Loosen your trousers.”

“What?” He gasped.

“You heard me.”

“Does she have to stay?” He asked, pleadingly, pointing to Miranda. “While you’re dong this to me?”

“Miss Fawcett stays.” Ms Sampson insisted.

Resistance seemed futile. He stood up awkwardly, his legs like jelly, and loosened his trousers, as she had told him. Ms Sampson, meanwhile, was opening her briefcase again. This time, she withdrew from it something, the like of which he’d never seen before: a highly polished wooden paddle, a little larger than a table tennis bat and heavier-looking. He gasped.

“Are you going to …. with that thing … on my … um…”

She ignored this.

“Get on your knees and face the wall.”

He obeyed, with a crimson face. He felt the eyes of both women boring into him from behind. Then there were fingers thrust into his waistband, dragging his trousers and underpants down, exposing his bottom. He had never felt so humiliated.

“Stick your backside out, Mr Makepiece.”

He could do nothing but obey.

“Now!!”

The paddle smashed into his naked, unprotected arse: one, two, three times, then again and again. He soon lost count; whimpering with the pain and writhing this way and that.

“Hold still, or I’ll start again!” His tormentor ordered him.

When at least, she had finished, the last shreds of his dignity having been stripped away, it hurt so much. He was moaning and rubbing his ravaged buttocks to ease the pain, his eyes shut tight and his face turned away in shame, from the two women.

“Now you can apologise to Miranda, your secretary; the woman you’ve treated so badly.”

He tried to rise.

“No; as you are, on your knees.”

Shuffling around to face Miranda, who was trying to suppress a fit of giggles, he moved his hands, which had been clutching the inflamed cheeks of his arse, to his front, in a vain attempt to preserve his modesty.

“I’m so sorry, Miranda!” He wailed.

“Okay.” Said his secretary, still trying not to laugh. “Er… thank you. I suppose.”

“It’ll never happen again.” He added.

“I should hope not.” She said, her nose in the air.

“I promise.” He said, weakly.

“Look at you, Makepiece.” Sneered Ms Sampson. “You’re a disgrace, boy. Now, do those trousers up and pay attention.”

He dragged his underpants and trousers back up, over his badly-bruised buttocks and fumbled clumsily with his flies.

“I’ll be emailing you a full confession, along the lines I read out to you earlier, which your secretary will print off and get you to sign.” Ms Sampson told him. “She and I have one or two things to sort out now and while we’re doing that, you can stand over there with your nose to the wall.”

He turned to the place she’d indicated and placed his nose a couple of inches from the wall, feeling like a disgraced ten year-old in an old fashioned school. Next thing, he’d be getting the slipper from one of them, he supposed.

“Now, Miranda, dear. While I think of it, do you know how to contact this woman he’s been having it off with?”

“Certainly I do, Ms Sampson. Actually, she’s my cousin.”

“As well as the wife of a colleague! Well, I think you should start by letting her know that the gaffe’s blown and she’s to stop seeing our boy, here; okay?”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, Ms Sampson. I’ll see to it today.”

“Great. Well, the next thing is to let you know, I’ll be sending you a format that the MD would like you to use for supervising your disgraced manager.”

Miranda glanced at her boss in his humiliating posture and noticed how he flinched at the mention of his name, which made her smile.

“Supervising him?”

“Of course! If he’s to keep his job, he needs a close eye kept on him. You’re the person in the best position to do that.”

“I see. So, what’s that going to involve?”

“It means that each morning, you sit him down in here and go through his tasks for the day with him, prioritising and so on. He’s to report to you at intervals during the day, so you can check on his progress. The format provides for you to keep track of his performance and to score it. I’d recommend that at the end of each week, you tot up his score and reward and punish him accordingly.”

“What sort of rewards? And what punishments can I impose?”

“Well these are largely up to you, dear; but I do have some suggestions. For example, if you start him off on the assumption that cups of coffee, breaks, lunches in the canteen and so on, don’t come to him automatically, they have to be earned. They can serve as rewards, until and unless you can think of anything better. As to punishments, well there’s always this.” Ms Sampson said, picking up the paddle. “Your choice, of course, but it’s what I’d use. I think it would be ideal. There’s nothing like a sound spanking for bringing a man to his senses and making him obedient to you, like he should be.”

Miranda grinned broadly. Her boss seemed to squirm and half-turned his head around, as if he intended to take issue with he’d just heard, but then thought better of it and went back to facing the wall in front of him

“I think I can manage that, Ms Sampson!”

“Oh, and call me Gloria, my dear! Let’s not stand on ceremony!”

Gloria Sampson glanced at the hapless executive, who, she was pleased to note , was still standing where she’d sent him, with his nose to the wall, but now, she saw, he’d thrust one of his hands under his waistband, rubbing his sore bottom.

“Makepiece, boy!” Ms Sampson spoke sharply to him, making him jump. “Did I say you could rub your miserable backside? Put your hands on your head at once!”

He snapped to attention and did as he was told.

“You mentioned coffee just now, er, Gloria, would you like some?” Miranda offered, enjoying her new licence to address this powerful woman by her forename. “I can grind the beans myself, so it’ll be nice and fresh.”

“That sounds marvellous, my dear. I’d like that.”

Miranda stood up to make good on her offer, but was halted by her guest, who laid a hand on her arm.

“I’ve got a better idea, Miranda. Why don’t you send him to do it? It’ll be your first instruction to him in the new order of things in this office.”

“Oh, Gloria! I like the sound of that; I really do!” Exclaimed Miranda.

“Mr …. I mean, David?” Miranda addressed her humbled boss, who stood with his hands on his head, facing the wall.

“Yes, Miranda?” He responded, timidly.

There was a short pause.

“From now on” she said, slowly. “It’s going to be ‘Miss Fawcett’ to you, my lad.”

“Oh yes, I see; of course” he ventured. “Er.. yes, Miss Fawcett?”

“Go into the kitchen and make a fresh jug of coffee, using the best beans that we use for important guests. There’s a new packet and it’s in the top cupboard over the sink. Bring it back here with two cups and a jug of milk, because I’d like some, too.”

“Yes, Mir.. I mean Miss Fawcett.”

“Well done, my dear!” Exclaimed Ms Sampson, beaming at her protégée. “‘Miss Fawcett’, indeed! You’ve exceeded expectations! Now don’t forget, when it comes to scoring him for this task, that he still tried to call you ‘Miranda’. I know he quickly corrected himself, but I think we both heard what he nearly came out with. That’s got to be worth one stroke of the paddle, at least, don’t you think?”

I am grateful for the women in my life that have taught me this. I did need this discipline so I behaved properly, obeyed the rules and obeyed women. I am glad that all of my bosses have been women and they taught me to obey and serve all women. Now I am married and I do have to obey and serve my wife, and I do accept the discipline I receive from her. It does make me a better husband and a better man. I do know I should be held accountable for what I say and do.

I also eventually learned that she did come from a FLR family where her mom did spank her dad and my wife did spank her brothers. On our first date, it was love at first sight with her and I knew I wanted to marry her. Plus we were both Christians and we both had the same beliefs and values that did include accountability, justice, and doing the right thing. I did feel I had to thank her after each spanking because I felt that was the right thing to do.

She was so easy to talk to and we would calmly discuss our relationship even before we were married. We did make a pledge to always tell each other the truth and never keep secrets from each other so I found it was easy to confess to her when I had disobeyed her, even when I needed to be spanked. So then I was grateful for my spankings because I was forgiven and it did make her happy.

We both did feel that our marriage was meant to be and that our first date was meant to be too. We did first meet each other on Valentine's Day and I gave her a single red rose. I found out that she was smarter than me and I did love her long, flowing, golden hair, her commanding voice, her large breasts, and her dominate personality. Although I am taller than she is, she is bigger. After we ate, I did walk her to her car and I did kiss her on her cheek.

So even then I knew I wanted to marry her and I would do anything necessary to make that happen. Since I was spanked by my mom growing up, I did accept being spanked by her when I was dating her. I had to learn to hold still with my hands on my head while she lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles before I was spanked too.

But it did work out and I was grateful that she wanted to marry me too. I also had to be spanked by her mom before we became engaged. My wife was able to watch her mom spank me too. My wife did tell me before I was spanked by her mom that I better not complain and I better just obey her.

started to complain that your spanking was unfair, as you had done nothing wrong?

Sounds like the perfect response from your wife.

However, it WILL mean a before going to sleep bedtime spanking! You can imagine what she is saying as she lowers his panties to marvel at how well she had spanked him.

as she then has him go over her knees, she can't help saying what a shame you had to complain, with such a well spanked bottom. However, you know complaing always gets abed time spanking,so lets get your panties down naughty boy, and afterwards you are advised to thank me for correcting you.

This ruler should do the trick to redden any areas that is not still red

Nach neuesten Berichten wollen immer weniger Frauen eine Beziehung mit einem Mann aufbauen, geschweige denn mit einem Mann eine Ehe eingehen. Die Hauptgründe liegen darin, Männer beanspruchen die Führungsrolle und versuchen diese mit psychischer und körperlicher Gewalt umzusetzen, sie sind unhöflich und zeigen ein unsympathisches, machohaftes Gehabe, weil sie glauben, sie seien Frauen überlegen. Außer ihrer meist körperlichen Überlegenheit sind Männer jedoch in allen Belangen den Frauen unterlegen. In einer Beziehung liegt die Befugnis, die Entscheidungen zu treffen und die Führung zu übernehmen, bei dem vernünftigeren und sozial kompetenteren Partner, in der Regel der Frau. Folglich muss sich der Mann ihr unterordnen und ihr gehorchen. Eine Frau die mit einem Mann zufrieden ist, gewillt ist mit ihm eine erfolgreiche Ehe zu führen, wird auf seine guten Umgangsformen, Ordnung, Disziplin, vernünftiges Handeln und gute Manieren achten und ihn entsprechend erziehen. Ein Mann sollte es als großes Glück begreifen und sich darauf einstellen, von seiner Frau erzogen zu werden. Wenn sie ihn wegen Unhöflichkeit, Ungehörigkeiten, Unfolgsamkeit oder Respektlosigkeit, eben bei Fehlverhalten unnachgiebig mit aller Strenge bestraft, sollte er das als Sorge um den Bestand ihrer Beziehung oder Ehe betrachten. Er soll dankbar, einsichtig, demütig und fügsam die Bestrafungen hinnehmen, zeigt es ihm doch, sie liebt ihn noch immer, ungeachtet seiner Fehler und Unzulänglichkeiten.

Sinnvolle und somit notwendige Strafen um ihn zu disziplinieren und ihn zu bessern sind zum Beispiel, mit geeigneten Züchtigungsinstrumente seinen nackten Po zu versohlen, mindestens solange bis er laut weint, schreit und seine tiefe Reue deutlich erkennbar ist, ihn für längere Zeit in der Ecke stehen zu lassen, ihn als Strafe zu frühen Bettzeiten verdonnern, ihm Stuben- und Hausarrest aufzuerlegen, streichen von Privilegien, die sie ihm bei einwandfreiem Benehmen wohlwollend gestattet. Alle diese erzieherischen Maßnahmen wird sie einzeln, in Kombination oder bei schwereren Vergehen insgesamt anwenden.

Meine Frau hat versucht, mir jegliches chauvinistisches Verhalten und Handeln schon vor unserer Ehe gründlich auszutreiben, indem sie von Anfang an mit Entschlossenheit mich entsprechend konsequent bestrafte. Aus gegebenen Anlässen, die ich mir meist selber zuzuschreiben hatte, scheute sie sich nicht davor, meinen nackten Po zu versohlen. Sie hat mir verkündet, sie habe das Sagen in unsere Ehe, sie bestimme, warum, wann, welche Strafen ich zu spüren bekomme. Meine Zustimmung setzte sie voraus um mich zu heiraten. Natürlich habe ich ihr in allen Belangen zugestimmt, habe und liebe sie doch noch immer. Schließlich sehnte ich mich nach einer strengen, starken Frau, zu der ich aufschauen kann und die mich führt. Seit Beginn unserer Ehe erzieht sie mich immer strenger und sie wendete weitere strenge Strafen an. Seitdem bekomme ich meine Prügel mit den von ihr ausgewählten Züchtigungsinstrumente wie Kochlöffel, Rohrstock, Teppichklopfer oder ihrer Haarbürste auf meinen nackten Po! Immer, wenn ich ihr nicht gehorche oder mir eine Ungehörigkeit erlaube habe ich vor und nach meiner Dresche obligatorisch in der Ecke zu stehen. Sie wendet die eben genannten Strafen wie Hausarrest etc. kontinuierlich für mich an, immer dann, wenn ich ihrer Meinung nach ungezogen, aufsässig, vorlaut und ungehorsam bin, somit ich in den Augen meiner Frau mich wie ein ungehobelter Rotzlöffel aufführe, der strikt geführt werden muss, um sich als Ehemann als würdig zu erweisen.

Ich muss mir eingestehen, dass sie richtig handelt, denn dadurch erweise ich nicht nur meiner Frau, sondern Frauen gegenüber den notwendigen Respekt, den sie verdienen und der ihnen zusteht. Wenn ich meiner Frau nicht gehorche oder sie unzufrieden über mein Verhalten ist, bekomme ich die notwendigen Folgen schmerzhaft zu spüren, was das von ihr geregeltes Zusammenleben für uns beide erst ermöglicht. Wir lieben uns, ich schaue zu meiner Frau auf, liege ihr zu Füßen und meine Liebe zu ihr ist ungebrochen. Ich bin meiner Frau zu großem Dank verpflichtet, nicht nur dass sie mich geheiratet hat, sondern auch weil sie mich bis heute nicht aufgegeben hat, mich weiterhin mit Bestrafungen lenkt und führt, und sie mich noch verlassen hat.

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According to the latest reports, fewer and fewer women wish to build a relationship with a man, et alone enter into marriage with one. The primary reasons are that men lay claim to the leadership role and attempt to enforce it through psychological and physical violence, they are rude and display an unlikable, macho demeanor because they believe they are superior to women. Apart from their mostly physical superiority, however, men are inferior to women in every respect. In a relationship, the authority to call the shots and is in charge belongs to the more reasonable and socially competent partner, typically the woman, consequently, the man must subordinate himself to her and obey her. A woman who is content with a man, and willing to build a successful marriage with him, will pay attention to his good conduct, orderliness, discipline, sensible actions, and good manners, and raise him accordingly. A man should regard it as a great stroke of fortune, and prepare himself accordingly, to be disciplined by his wife. If she punishes him unyieldingly and with the utmost severity for rudeness, impropriety, disobedience, or disrespect, in short, for any misconduct, he should view this as an expression of her concern for the preservation of their relationship or marriage. He should accept these punishments with gratitude, insight, humility, and submissiveness, for in doing so, she demonstrates that she still loves him, regardless of his faults and shortcomings. e.

Sensible and therefore necessary punishments designed to discipline and reform him include, for example, spanking his bare bottom with suitable implements until he is crying and screaming aloud and his deep remorse is clearly evident, making him stand in the corner for an extended period, and, furthermore, sentencing him to an early bedtime, placing him under room or house arrest, and revoking privileges that she otherwise benevolently grants him in return for impeccable behavior. She will apply all these disciplinary measures individually, in combination, or in the case of more serious offenses collectively.

My wife attempted to thoroughly root out any chauvinistic behavior or actions in me even before our marriage, by consistently and resolutely punishing me for them right from the very start. Whenever I had gotten into mischief, most of which I had only myself to blame for, she did not hesitate to spank me on my bare bottom. She announced to me that she calls the shots in our marriage, that she determines why, when, and what punishments I am to endure .Of course I agreed with her in every respect—after all, I still have her, and I still love her. Ultimately, I longed for a strict, strong wife, one I could look up to and who would guide me. Since the beginning of our marriage, she has been disciplining me with increasing strictness, and she has employed further severe punishments. Since then, I have been receiving my beatings with the instruments of punishment she selected, such as a wooden spoon, a cane, a carpet beater, or her hairbrush on my bare bottom! Whenever I disobey her or commit an act of insubordination, I am required, both before and after my thrashing, to stand in the corner. She continuously imposes the aforementioned punishments, such as house arrest and the like, upon me whenever, in her view, I am naughty, defiant, cheeky, or disobedient, in my wife’s eyes, I am thus behaving like an ill-mannered brat who requires strict discipline to prove himself worthy of being a husband.

Over my lap. Now!

drfsrc

Firm-Handed Lady

I felt like a little kid when she instructed me to take off my shorts and lay over her lap.

I’m a spanko male who loves to get spanked, I have been procrastinating and doing a host of other things that a man my age should not be doing.

♥♥♥♥ Real Life Spankings on Our Bare Behinds.♥

It’s Just our way of having fun!

Honey, want to tell me what this is all about?

"Alyssa told me that she switched her husband for the first time last week, outdoors, in the park near them. And she just raved about how effective it turned out to be. Not just on Sunday, but all week. And it's looking like it will last a while longer!"

So now YOU want to switch me.

"And here we are, with an convenient supply of switches, right here!

And there's absolutely no point in even TRYING to argue you out of this?

"Not for something like this, there's not. Once I've make my mind up to spank, that's it; you won't change it and you know I don't change it.

"Also, you know I'll consider any arguments talking back to me, and under our rules what would that mean?"

An automatic trip over your lap for your strap.

"And how would you like that?"

I wouldn't, ma'am.

"Maybe once you've felt a switch you'll stop even considering talking back to me."

No doubt you're right, ma'am. So, you're determined to give me another sore bottom?

"It'll do you good. And keep you good, if Alyssa's husband is any indication. She and I are meeting for coffee tomorrow morning and I'd like to have something to contribute to the conversation, no matter how preliminary the results are.

How nice for you. But I'll have your switch marks all across my backside..."

"Oh, my sweet boy - not just your backside! Down nearly to your knees, up nearly to your back! Switches are made for 'coverage'! Wide side-to-side, between, in and around..."

Between?!?

"Oh, nothing valuable! But they do tend to be a bit sneaky, so I'm expecting you'll be feeling them in some unaccustomed places!

"Alyssa tells me it's quite the adventure!"

beltedbare

My wife has perfected this over the years. She will scold me telling why I am getting spanked and what she is going to do. Just like my mother aunt and teachers. She has a knack of making me feeling like that naughty boy I was. I get very hard when she does this and feel the shiver down the back of anticipation.

I don't know why I ever said 'yes'.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. It'd would be too embarrassing."

"It's supposed to be embarrassing, isn't it?" she replied. "More embarrassing that going to a prostitute and paying her to do it?"

"I don't go to a prostitute!" I cried. "Jeez!"

"Well, you don't have a girlfriend right now," she said, which was generous. I was in a major dry spell. "And if you get one, she might not be as willing as I am. Though if you do get one, we can stop, so she doesn't see your bright-red bottom."

"Vanessa!"

"Oh, and you'll start calling me 'Mom', like I've always asked. Or should we involve your own mother in this?"

"What? No!" By now I was pretty panicked. "Okay, I'll try to call you 'Mom'."

"You'll call me 'Mommy' when you're crying over my knee, I'll bet."

"How hard are you thinking of spanking me?!?"

"Maybe like in the magazine, or on those websites you go to. But only if you're really bad."

"Those... those... those aren't real spanking," I said, hoping I was right.

"Okay, then maybe not so hard," she promised.

"Sweetie, you know we're doing this. We just need some ground rules."

"Like, my dad not around?"

"Definitely. That's a good one. But more generally, when? When you ask? Once a week?"

"Every week? What if I've been good?"

"Okay, so, when you've been bad. When you've misbehaved."

"According to?"

"According to me, of course," she said.

"I don't think I like that."

"Oh, no? Well, your pants say you're lying."

She was right. My cock was like a flagpole and nothing would have hidden it.

"In fact, let's have those down. That can't be comfortable," she suggested.

"I don't know," I protested.

"Sweetie, I'm not asking," she said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Here, let me help you."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Oh, baby, I'm not going to spank you that hard. Not today, anyway. But let me give you some advice. When you're going to be spanked, you should stay on my good side. That means be nice, and cooperate. That way, you'll only get one spanking."

"Instead of two?"

"Instead of two, yes, or instead of me thinking you need practice cooperating, like, every day or two. Maybe practice cooperating even when you're getting a bad spanking. And you know how we do that?"

"By practicing bad spankings?"

"So let's not. Okay, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, my cock so hard I was afraid I'd go off in her face. And what kind of spanking would that get me? The thought did nothing to dampen my arousal.

"Oh, sweetie! Thank you!"

(to be continued)

This blog is predicated on two stories from an old Tumblr account - in the first (above), his stepmother finds his stash of spanking drawings and photos and begins spanking him.

Like me, he had A LOT of spanking pics!

In the second story (below), his stepmother makes a game out of the pictures he's collected. A lot of this Tumblr will be about that game, I hope.

Here-s the second story - there are other stories in between that I'll try to post later, but for now, here we go!

My Stepmom's Game

I explained how my stepmom found my computer stash of spanking photos, many of which showed a young guy getting spanked by an attractive MILF.  It wasn’t hard for her to figure out what I was thinking!  She ‘offered’ to show me what spanking was ‘really’ like, though I’m not sure I ever had a choice!

She also decided that as long as I was ‘volunteering’ to get ‘demonstration’ spankings she might as well spank me (hard!) when I did something she didn’t like. 

She confiscated my collection, a lot of them were drawings.  (Like the ones by ‘Barb’ described here.) (note: link no longerworks)

One got me a really bad spanking was just because the guy’s butt was so red! 

She came up with a ‘game’ she likes, that’s what I call it anyway.  It could be called ‘What Did He Do?’

She shows or even sends me a picture sometimes, one from my ‘collection’, and asks, “What do you think this boy did?”

My first answer is usually, “I dunno.”  But I always get the feeling we’re going to be acting this out very shortly!

“She’s using a paddle, she couldn’t be too happy with him,” she ‘observes’.  “Nice clothes, maybe he has a job, just got home from work?”

“Maybe he was supposed to be home a lot earlier,” I say.  I mean, I have to offer something.

“And he gets the paddle?  Must not be the first time,” Mom says.

“Guess so,” I usually agree.  “Or they’re supposed to be somewhere, maybe?”

“Oh, yes, that’s probably it.  I thought she was dressed for the office but maybe they were supposed to go out,” she decides.  “Probably too late now.”

“Probably.”

“And she’s spanking pretty hard,” she says.

“What?  What makes you say that?” I ask.

“Look at how he’s gripping the chair leg.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And his head’s almost to the floor.  She’s smacking him really low,” she continues.

This makes me really uncomfortable.

Then she usually asks something like, “Do you think they’re almost done?” and I always say, ‘Probably,’ which is almost never right.  “I mean, his butt’s red already.”

“Yes, but they’ve missed their reservations so they’ve got nowhere to be, she’s probably just getting started.  Either that or they can still make it and this is just a little spanking, with the real fireworks when they get home.”

“Oh,” is all I can think of.

“Which do you think it is, sweetie?”

“I dunno…”

“It is, after all, your picture,” she reminds me.

“Ah, I guess, the first one?” I say, thinking one long spanking would be better than two.

“Yes, that’s what I think, too,” she agrees.  “Get me a chair, would you, please?”

“But, ah, I wasn’t late!”

“No, not tonight you weren’t.  It was last Thursday.  I had hoped you’d be home on time.  We could have played a fun little spanking game but you weren’t here.”

“I didn’t even know!” I protest.

“Chair, sweetie?  You were getting me a chair?”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

I am sorry dear I should not have complained.

Before I met my wife, I was very shy and I would email and text women. I would invite them to a restaurant and I would pay for their meal if they would spank me. Some would take me up on it but after but after they would lower my pants and underwear for my spanking, then it usually was my only date with them. I did meet some women that I was interested in but they were not interested in me.

That is why when my wife first spanked me, she was interested in dating me again. Since it was love at first sight when I met my wife, I am thankful she married me. We did marry later in life and neither of us wanted children, so she did cage me. It did help me put her happiness and pleasure first, as it should be, so even if I didn't want it, then it did help our marriage.

Then when you've been suitably whipped, we'll have another conversation and you'll - I hope - be a bit more forthcoming and more considered in your responses. I am your wife and I deserve more respect. And if you will not give it willingly, then I'll take it. And we know how I go about doing that.

A bit of leather strap therapy tends to smarten you up and I've not had cause to do it for a while. So it's fair to say you've had it coming and so this feels an opportune moment.

As always, no need to count, no need to beg or apologise, just stay in position with your hands on your head and try to keep the noise down until I've finished. If you move or try to cover up, I'll add on to the end. We both know how much you hate the last few dozen full force ones over your welts. I had you sobbing like a baby last time.

Yeah, I'd pick up the box of tissues as well. You'll be needing them.

Off you trot.

We did marry late in life and she did have a high paying job in upper management. I did try to please her when we were dating. Because we did marry later in life, I did have to accept wearing a chastity device for her. It did help me to want to make sure she was happy and and pleasured too.