I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Fantasy Friday - For Real

Finally it’s Friday! It’s been a long one and I’m ready for the weekend. And of course there is no better way to begin a weekend than by having a Fantasy Friday to read. Today’s story is written by Kiwigirliegirl and she also shared with me that it’s a true story. Be sure to head to her site Love, Honour and Obey to read more of her work.

So let’s celebrate the weekend with a good read! I hope you’ll all enjoy…

For Real

The first time he spanked her “for real”, was late one night and it was such a shock to her system. They had from the very beginning of their relationship spanked for fun. They had plenty of ideas for role play and always had a fun time. They varied it from naughty school girl and head master to dirty slut and boyfriend. But it never occurred to her at the time that spankings would turn real. The spankings varied from simple over the knee to very harsh sessions using the belt and a riding crop, bent over chairs and tables. It always resulted in one thing – sex – and lots of it.

She was a full time working mum, with two teenage step children to look after and a young toddler. She was also studying law. Life was hectic. The teenagers caused all the usual headaches that teens usually cause on top of the headaches of being step children. The toddler, was a typical toddler, demanding and messy and loud but she adored him. He was her life really.

Her husband was a very demanding man, in all ways, demanding her time and attention, her mind and her spirit and her body. He was quite strict and controlling and formidable when he lost his temper. Not that he did that often, but watch out when he did.

She had had a particularly tiring day. The kids had been playing up, her husband was working late and she had to deal with homework, the kids and her own, dinner, lunches to prepare the next day, she had had a bad day at work, all she wanted was a hot bath and a glass of wine and sleep. Sleep without any interruptions would be like heaven to her.

Finally, dinner was done, dishwasher stacked but not without the usual arguments and tantrums from the teenagers about having to do chores. If they thought this was hard, just wait till they get out into the real world she thought to herself. Baby was put to bed and she waited for husband to come home. Hopefully not too late.

Time ticked by and finally he came home. He had a shower and then sat and had dinner and wanted the usual chit chat. How was your day, how were the kids, how did you deal with that, did you do this, my day was this that and the other.

Soon enough it was time for bed. So off they went. Hand in hand, down the corridor. They climbed into their large and comfortable bed and he rolled close and started kissing her; his hands sweeping her body. His tongue probing, and as his ringers gliding over her breasts and tweaking her nipples she lay back and relaxed into his touch, her eyes closed in the quiet warm darkness of their room ...

She awoke with a start. She was alone in the bed. No sound coming from the house, no lights glaring. She got out of bed and put on her nightgown – a long old-fashioned cotton gown – one bought for their little games. She crept down the hall way and saw a glimmer of low light from underneath the doorway in the lounge.

Quietly and slowly she opened the door, and there facing her in the large chair was her husband. In the semi darkness she could see he was angry.

“What’s wrong?” She asked quietly, but she knew the answer.

“You fell asleep while I was making love to you” he said in his deep voice. It was very flat and emotionless. This was not a good sign.

“I was very tired”…she began but he shook his head.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses” he growled at her.

She hung her head. She knew she had hurt his feelings.

“Is that all you can say?” he said flatly, trying to control the emotions he was feeling.

“I’m sorry, I was just tired. I didn’t mean anything” she was a little agitated now. Why couldn’t he understand she was tired? It wasn’t a deliberate attempt to hurt him.

“Come on we can go back to bed and start again” she offered with a smile.

He looked at her in the semi darkness; she was wearing that nightgown semi transparent, long, flowing, light cotton, a lovely lilac colour that made her eyes sparkle green in the daylight. Not a lot of protection he thought to himself; suddenly he stood up and before she knew what was happening, he took hold of her hand, and marched her down the long corridor from the lounge to their bedroom.

Once in the bedroom he threw on the light switch and room was illuminated. He still had hold of her wrist as he marched to the bed and in one fluid movement he sat down, pulled her over his knee and lifted her nightgown up around her back

The breath was knocked from her as her stomach landed on his thighs.

“What…..” was all she got to say as she felt his hand hold her in the middle of her back, an iron grip, his other hand landing the first of many sharp smacks on her bare behind.

They had spanked before, lots of times, but this was such a shock, she could barely say anything, it hurt. Really truly hurt. He said not a single word as the smacks landed on her bare bottom, harder and harder and faster and faster and as she started to wriggle and move her legs around. His leg locked over hers keeping her pinned in place.

The only noise was his smacks of his hand, hard and fast, and her cries of oww…. until they became soft sobs, her head hanging down, her arms hung loosely in front of her and her wriggling stopped, finally accepting her punishment.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he stopped, he up righted her, still holding her wrist he walked her to her side of the bed, pulled back the covers and helped her into bed, he switched off the light, climbed into bed, and held her close until her sobbing subsided.

She never fell asleep again; her lesson well and truly learnt that night.


Kiwi! Thank you for writing this story and for sharing it with all of us. I know you said you haven’t done much writing up until now but I think you’re off to a fine start and I hope you’ll try writing more. Good job! Now it’s time for the rest of you to give writing a try too. I’ve said before everyone has a spanking story in them or they wouldn’t be reading here in the first place. So think of finally getting it written and then send it in. All stories are welcomed, send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


  1. Anonymous1:21 AM

    very intereting story, her poor bottom

  2. Kiwi, good story, falling asleep during lovemaking could seriously damage a guys ego.
    I reckon she earned her spanking.Thanks PK.
    Love and warm hugs,

  3. Kiwi, what a wonderful story! I only hope that S would do that for me if I should ever run myself too ragged to take care of my husband!

    Keep up the great work!

  4. Anonymous2:39 PM


    I found myself sympathizing with the poor tired woman...glad the man comforted her after the spanking;). Makes me wonder if the couple ever did finish what was started?

    Thanks for sharing!
    Love and hugs,

  5. A good read...thanks for sharing!

  6. LOL!Paul I guess what you say is true but I know what Kitty is saying too. That's what I told Kiwi when I first read this story. Maybe if the guys technique didn't keep her awake then maybe SHE wasn't the one that needed a spanking!

  7. My sympathy lies with the wife too. If she is that exhausted, he shouldn't be pushing her for sex! Who is more selfish??

    I enjoyed your writing, Kiwi. Thanks! :)


  8. PK, fair enough, I didn't think it through.
    A job, three kids and a house, perhaps hubby should be a bit more empathic!
    Love and warm hugs,

  9. Anonymous11:19 AM

    Great Story! I do hope he remembers this though when one day he falls asleep or is unable to finish for whatever reason.


  10. KG, What a wonderful story, enjoyed it very much. Thank you. I do hope you will write some more for us.

    Thanks PK.


  11. Oh MY!! That was a good story!

  12. Anonymous3:56 PM

    Interesting story, but under those circumstances understandable why she fell asleep. I agree with Kara, not a good time to be selfish.

  13. PK: You have found another winner in Kiwi. She knows how to write a good story. Congrats, Kiwi. I hope you will write more.

    I have mixed feelings on the whole issue of whether he was selfish when she was tired or whether his technique wasn't good enough or she should have made more of an effort to stay awake. Interesting topic.


  14. Great story, thanks for sharing!