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, February 19, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival - Made to Behave

Welcome back for another Fantasy Friday. I know most of the country is 
shivering this weekend. Maybe a good story will help you warm up. This story comes from Lori. Please enjoy...

Made to Behave

I’m an old fashioned girl. I truly believe in the man being the head of the household. It’s not the norm to think that way in this day and time. According to many of my friends, women are supposed to take care of themselves, wear the pants and stand firm in taking charge of their own life. I just don’t fit that mold. As long as I can remember, from a small child even, I knew when I got married my husband was going to be a man who wore the pants. He was going to be a loving strong leader and a good father to our children.

I had two long term relationships in my early dating years. In both of these relationships, I tried to get these guys to be leaders over me. Neither one seemed to get it. One of them ended up hitting me with fists instead of spanking me. I doubt spanking ever entered his mind since we were in our teens and he was really just a kid himself, but nevertheless my desire to be controlled ended up in an abusive relationship. In the second relationship, I also suggested being spanked once. His only response was “that wouldn’t do any good.” So, I struck out again. I wanted someone who could control me and make me behave.

As I was dating my now husband, I could see the possibility with him as one who could and would make me behave. I hated the reckless ways I had been living. I wanted someone to save me from myself. We didn’t date more than two months before we were engaged. Some were not happy with such a short courtship but I was sure this would work out fine. Well, I soon was to find out.

Because of my previous reckless ways, I had been stopped by the police for speeding about twelve times in the town we lived in and neighboring communities in the past year. My father had been on the local police force almost all my life but was now retired. Most of the officers in our town have watched me grow up. So needless to say, they let me go every time I was stopped.

It got so bad though that these officers got together one day and had a meeting about me. They all decided that letting me go was something they were not going to do anymore. I received a heads-up on this meeting by one of the officer’s wives. That evening I repeated this news to my new fiancé and informed him of all the times I had been stopped. I hadn’t seen any reason to discuss it with him before. He was shocked and made it clear that I was to immediately change my ways. I was no longer to give these officers any reason to ticket me. Ahhh yes, this marriage was going to work out fine.

Michael and I had moved into our new house and awaited our day. Three weeks before the wedding, I was traveling down the road at, well let’s just say a speed above what was posted. Because I wasn’t really paying attention, I was surprised to see the blue lights flashing behind me. Uh Oh, I’ve done it now. But wait, as the officer exited his car I could see that this was a new officer. I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me. He didn’t even run my license. He just asked me if I knew how fast I was going, told me what the speed limit was on that street and ordered me to slow down. Wow, that was lucky.

On my way home, I wondered what Michael would say when he heard what happened. He was pretty firm about my not speeding anymore, but how would he back that up? I guess this is what I’ve been waiting to find out.

As we finished our dinner I decided it was a good time to mention my mishap with our local police. I decided to take the approach of making into a matter of fact statement. I said “Oh my gosh, you would not believe what happened to me today.” He glanced at me with a look of curiosity waiting for me to reveal some really good or exciting news. “I was driving down Power’s Rd. and all of a sudden there was a cop behind me with his light’s on.” The small curious smile on the face of Michael melted to a look of sternness. 


“Were you speeding” he inquired? 


“Yes I guess I was but he didn’t even give me a ticket,” I replied. 


“I thought I told you to knock it off,”,he said. I sat there, not knowing what to say, waiting to get the rest of my scolding and wondering if he would take it further. “What am I going to do with you? I DO NOT want you getting stopped for speeding and I made it clear you were to watch what you were doing. You got lucky this time. If I could take your license, I would do it.”

I wasn’t sure if he really wanted me to answer his question of what he was going to do with me but I thought that I’d have no better chance than now to blurt it out. I said, “Well, you could spank me”. He just looked at me with a puzzled look. My heart just sank. He didn’t take me seriously. He just got mad and went to sit on the couch. I cleaned up the kitchen in silence and then went to sit by him. Normally as soon as I sit down on the couch he will put his arm around me. He didn’t budge and didn’t look at me. He was very upset so I asked him if he was going to be mad all night. He just ignored me and I could see that we were in for a very long, silent night.

I knew that if he would just spank me, he wouldn’t be upset about it any longer. I took his hand, looked at him and said, “Just spank me.” 

“NO,” he said. “Why would I do that? I can’t believe you want me to do that.” He was becoming very upset. 


“What’s wrong with it? I want you to.” I said. At that, he got up off the couch, grabbed his coat and left the house. I heard his car start up and he was gone. I began to cry, wondering if I could ever explain myself. That was not the reaction I was hoping to receive. How was I now supposed to tell him that I wanted discipline? I was so confused. I cried and waited for him to return.

He must have gone to the corner store because he wasn’t gone that long. When he came in the door, he just looked at me and said, “Why do you want me to hurt you?” 


“You aren’t going to hurt me, you are just going to spank me” I answered. 


He sat down on the couch next to me and shook his head. We sat in silence for about four minutes and then he said “Ok, come here.” He grabbed my wrist and took me in the bedroom. He sat on the end of the bed, pulled my pants and panties down to my knees and put me over his. There I was, in the position I had always wanted to be in, now wondering what it was going to feel like. I hadn’t been spanked since I was about eight years old. My heart was racing and all at once I felt the first slap. 


“OWW!” I cried out. Another hard slap. I managed to bite my lip on that one. Then Michael laid into my bottom with slaps coming hard and quick, holding me on to his lap with his free hand. I tried to reach back to stop the burn and he grabbed my hand pulling it onto the small of my back pressing it there. “STOP,” I cried. It hurt way more than I had imagined. He just kept spanking and finally it ended. I fell off his lap onto the floor, breathless. I had tears in my eyes when I looked up at him. He was breathless as well. 


He told me to get up and he helped me as I did. He hugged me and said that he hoped he would not have to repeat that for any more speeding incidents. Repeat? That means he is willing to do it again. I cried in his arms but not because of the pain on my backside, but because I had found the man of my dreams.

Three weeks later we were married. There have been several more spankings for different matters but never a spanking again for speeding. That first spanking will always be something I’ll remember.


Thank you Lori, I know many of us can relate to this story. I know everyone has a story in their head. That's why you read here. Some fantasy that rolls around in your head when you're dreaming about being spanked. I hope you'll write that fantasy and share it with us. If you do send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


  1. What a wonderful story. Isn't it the best feeling when they 'get it'. Well, maybe not the best feeling in the backside at the time lol


  2. Anonymous8:51 AM

    One never knows for sure if she wants you to spank her or not. I met such a girl, spanking was what I wanted to give her, but did not want to end the relationship. Visiting her widow Mother, she took me aside, said if I really love her daughter, you must be the one in charge. She gets away with her attitude and behavior and males think it is cute. She then said, spank her, and spank her soundly. It was prior to our marriage, we were living in a nice apartment, but wanted a home, so we found a nice home, a little out of town. We moved in prior to getting married. That first morning when she stepped out of the shower I took her wet and soon had her across my lap. I spanked her soundly, she wiggled, and fought then soon gave up. I stood her up, she was rubbing her spanked bottom. She smiled, Mommy told you to spank me. Yes I said. Good she said, I enjoy being a naughty little girl, your the first to spank me. Been married five plus years, she is spanked, some for sexual foreplay, some for punishment, has been spanked in front of her mother, the first time, her mother pulled her panties down, bare bottom spankings only son she said. Just never know what a woman wants.

    1. It sounds like you got this one figured out. I hope you guys are still happily spanking.

  3. That was great fun to read! Thanks, Lori.
    Rosie Dee

  4. I really enjoyed this story. Thanks for sharing. I loved the anticipation while her husband had to think things over, I was holding my breath. And I could so relate to th he first spanking.

    1. I understand. We all get that anticipation.

  5. Thanks PK and Lori! It was great how we saw the evolution of what she wanted!

    1. A meeting of the minds is always good.