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, April 30, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival - Birthday Wishes

You will fine one of my favorite spanking themes in this weeks Fantasy Friday. I mean who doesn’t crave a good birthday spanking? And I think this is an especially good one. This one was written my my friend Terpsichore, a friend who is still blogging at A Place to Share. I hope you enjoy...

Birthday Wishes 

"Here" she said, passing him two boxes wrapped neatly in silver paper.

"But it's your birthday" he replied looking at her confused.

"I know" she smiled sarcastically. "When was the last time you bought me a birthday gift?"

"Now that's not fair," he laughed. "I've brought you home flowers before and given you a card,” but the twinkle in his eyes showed that he knew it had been a long time.

"Well, these gifts aren't flowers but I promise I will enjoy them...and hopefully you will too...if you choose to open them." She smiled seductively and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "Open the smaller box first."

"What exactly are in these boxes?" he asked intrigued.

"Only one way to find out" she giggled nervously as she left the room. "Have a good day at work."

"I love you”, he called as he heard her run up the stairs.

"I love you too," she yelled back.

"Happy Birthday!"

Sarah and Chris had dabbled in erotic, playful spankings for a while as a way to spice up their marriage. They had been together a long time and they were happy - or they thought they were. They had a relationship based on love and friendship. They had the family they always dreamed of. They had a place to call home, careers they enjoyed, and amidst the every day challenges they had established a good life for themselves and their family.

However, in the process, they had lost themselves. They were so busy being parents and other roles they had to play day to day that they had forgotten who they were as a couple. Since they started spanking this all had changed. Sarah had always known she had a desire to be spanked, only she never knew how to express it. She felt embarrassed, confused, and ashamed. Why would she want to feel so submissive and vulnerable?

So she kept her fantasy a secret. Chris always loved giving Sarah love taps whenever she turned away or bent over in an inviting position. One day, she decided to share her secret. A whole new world opened to them. They started to fall in love with each other all over again. Now every year since she could remember she longed for the man she loved to give her a birthday spanking and every year she would tease and say "So I'm ready for my birthday spankings" and Chris would oblige with a smile and a single smack. Sarah wanted more. Much more. This year she had a plan. This year would be different...she hoped.

In the first box, Sarah placed a bottle of massage oil and a sexy red negligee with a note.
The note read:
My Birthday Wishes
1). I wish you would massage every part of my body, leaving nothing left unexplored.

2). I wish you would take a shower with me. I love when you wash my hair. And I promise to take care of you, too.

3). I wish for you to order me to put on the negligee. Do not ask me. Tell me with passion in your eyes and I will obey your request more than willingly.

4). I wish for you to give me a gift I have been dreaming about. If you dare, open the second box. If not then continue to #5.

5). I wish for you to make passionate love to me.

In the second box was another note.

I wish you to give me a real birthday spanking. 36 - no less, plus one for good luck, first with your hands, your strong magic hands I adore. Then with this.

Wrapped in tissue paper was a leather paddle, the same leather paddle she had seen before and fantasized about, the one with roses embroidered on it. She just knew when she saw it she wanted it and she dreamed some day Chris would surprise her and take her over his knees and spank her. She had never felt anything but his wonderful hands and oh, how she loved feeling his hand slowly caress her bottom and make it blush with each delightful smack. But she knew he was afraid to go any further and she was always left wanting more.

She knew her plan was silly, corny even, but somehow it was easier than going and telling him directly what she desired, what she craved, what she needed. And she knew he would not do it on his own. So now she waited with anticipation for what seemed like an eternity. She waited at the top of the stairs and watched the car pull away as Chris left for work. Then proceeded like any other day. Drive kids to school, go to the store, put groceries away, do laundry, pick up kids from school, play, check email...only her mind kept wandering...

By the time Chris came home from work, Sarah was already wet with desire from the possibilities that lay before her. No words were spoken as he kissed his wife hello. He hugged his children. They sat down to enjoy dinner together as a family. It was just like any other evening. Sarah wished she could read his mind and know what he was thinking. Fortunately she was able to distract her thoughts for a moment. The children helped sing happy birthday and blow out the candles on her birthday cake. They gave her a card they made especially for her that she knew she would save forever. Then Sarah and Chris read stories and sang songs and tucked the children into bed.

Now, it was just the two of them. Now the thoughts all returned. The burning desire. There were butterflies in her stomach. Sarah took a deep breath. Chris took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He smiled and looked at her lovingly. His hand brushed through her long hair as he pulled her close and they kissed. It amazed Sarah that after all these years she still felt the same spark she felt as the first day they met. He then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. He kissed her neck sending shivers down her spine. "Go take a shower" he said. Just hearing his voice so strong giving her a gentle order made her feel light on her feet and as she turned to go he gave her a sharp smack making her gasp.

He joined her in the shower and their bodies became entangled as the steamy water awakened their senses. After they finished their shower together, Chris led Sarah into a candlelit bedroom where he gave her a luxurious massage. Sarah was already feeling amazing and any faintness of stress disappeared with his every touch. He left no part untouched just as she wished and he quickly brought her to ecstasy. She then returned the favor and thanked him in his favorite way. They meshed as one and made love and then collapsed on the bed together in complete satisfaction. It had been wonderful.

Everything had been wonderful. How could she expect anything more? She felt selfish wanting more...but she did want more. She tried to hide her disappointment, but like a mirror Chris could see exactly what she was feeling and whispered in her ear, "Your birthday isn't over yet." She blushed. "Over my lap" he said “Someone has been awaiting some birthday spankings, yes?" She could hardly breathe. Birthday wishes do come true she thought. It had now been the perfect birthday.

Sarah and Chris both fell asleep snuggled up close and content in each other's arms. It had been a perfect birthday. In the morning, Chris left for work early kissing Sarah good-bye. She smiled at him lovingly. She decided to get up and start the day before the children awoke. She stopped to take a glance at her birthday present in the long oval mirror in their bedroom. The blush on her bottom was almost faded now, but the memory was still there. As she came into the kitchen, she noticed a gift on the table. On top of it was a note,

My dearest love,

You did not give me the chance to give this to you yesterday on your birthday.

With all the love in my heart,
Yours Forever and Always

P.S. - For someone who wishes to be submissive, you were certainly in control of everything that happened last night. Since it was your birthday, I was happy to humor you and let you be in charge, but tonight it is my turn. I arranged for the children to be picked up from school by Grammy and I will be arriving home early. I expect that you will be ready. Wear that red little thing you bought with your black garters and stockings and wait for me on our bed with my birthday gift to you opened and at my reach.

Sarah read the note quickly as she tore the wrapping paper. Her heart was racing. Inside was a wooden paddle. It looked as though it had been hand made. Tears streamed from her face. On the back, Chris had carved their initials with the words "forever and always in love."  At that moment she knew how much he loved her. And oh, how she loved him. Then her thoughts drifted to what was in store for her later that day. That wood paddle would certainly leave the blush on her bottom the next morning. Hmmm, perhaps she was going to get even more than she wished for.

And, she could not have been happier!

Thank you Terps! This was an excellent story and I wish you would write more. If any one is willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

I say...

I found one of Windy’s recent posts very interesting.  Especially where she tells us that there was some doofus telling her, “Wait twenty-four house before you answer comments,’ then, ‘You’re waiting too long to reply to your comments’ like there are some frigging rules about.


I always like to answer my comments. It seems like most of us do. But what is the best timing? In the old days most of us posted in the mornings and answered comments in the evening, because a lot of us worked outside the home during the day and had to come home and cook supper, bully everyone into doing their homework and see that everyone got to bed… THEN maybe we’d have time to answer our comments.


Now I’m home during the day, I can answer them as they come in if I want, but sometimes that stops comments. I know it used to, people would comment but when they saw you’d begun answering they felt like that was the cut off point. I had a friend say just the other day in an email, ‘I went by the blog, but you’d already answered comments…’ like that stopped her from commenting.


If you’re every feeling that way – please don’t! Comment ANYTIME, comment more than once, comment a few days later. I just enjoy hearing from anyone and everyone. If you’re several day later than when the post first came up, drop me an email to let me know it’s there and I’ll pop back and answer it. Believe me there is no cut off time.


That’s one of the best things about blogging – NO RULES!  We can post about anything from canings, spankings, bondage, figging, knife play, discipline in the woods… all the way to trying to explain about nearly knocking yourself out while trying to plant flowers. And we can answer comments (or not) whenever we feel like it. It’s great to have a place in life with no rules!

Monday, April 26, 2021


Sorry, it’s not the good kind. But I took on a dangerous job this weekend and managed to hurt myself. It’s spring here and time to plant flowers. Some years I leave it totally up to Nick to both pick what we want and to plant. But I decide to try something new this year. I got several colorful pots, lots of different flowers to put in them to try to brighten up the car port and small deck we have. 

We usually put impatients in the tiny circle in front of the house, but I decided on geraniums instead. I like the bright red when I pull into the carport. So just like the gardener I’m not, I began planting. Doesn’t really look like it would be a dangerous job, does it? You’d be surprised.


There were nine little plants and I’d planted seven of them, when something happened. I still don’t know what. But as I was bending over I lost balance somehow. I tried to catch myself so I wouldn’t land on the plants and break them all. But all I know for sure is that I pitched forward and slammed the top of my head into the edge on one of the surrounding stones. Man that hurt! My hands were filthy so I didn’t want to check to see if I was bleeding. I texted Nick asking if he could come out there for a minute. No blood, just a big bump on the top of my head.


I decided I’d done enough planting for the day and sat for the next little bit with the ice pack Nick brought me. I just don’t think manual labor is for me. It wasn’t until I got in bed that night that my leg hurt as I got in. I realize I’d scrapped it badly and bruised it too. It hurts worse than my head. I’m sticking with my computer from now on. I may be in danger of breaking a nail, but it seems the safest option.

Friday, April 23, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival - Safe Word

There are a lot of ideas in todays Saturday Spankings. I hope you'll come by the Reading Room  today and see. 

Our Fantasy Friday this week is not only a wonderful read, it also point out some issues that can arise when we don’t communicate! A spanking relationship is great to promote communication but it also gives an opportunity for some problems when we don’t communicate as we should. Enjoy…

Safe Word

Serena opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the carpet from her vantage point bent over a stool in the master bedroom. She grimaced as the leather paddle came down hard on her bare bottom. Whack. Serena gritted her teeth. Whack. The paddle continued to fall and her husband, Rafael, began to whisper sexual suggestions as his spanks became caresses. Serena had prepared herself for a discipline spanking and really wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this type of play. Since the spanking started, she was feeling off emotionally and vulnerable. Even though she had a safe word, she wanted to be a good submissive and obey her husband’s wishes. Rafael alternately spanked and caressed along with an ongoing dialogue about his sexual feelings towards Serena. Normally this would be arousing for Serena, but today she continued to withdrawal inward and disconnect from the situation. She finally jumped out of position and clutched her arms to her chest. “I can’t do this,” she said in a desperate voice.

Rafael was confused, “What’s the matter?” he asked. He moved toward Serena in an attempt to comfort her.

Serena retreated and hugged herself tighter. “I can’t do this, I feel like a whore. I can’t stand the way this is going and I feel like I am being raped.”

Rafael was taken aback. He had been completely oblivious to her discomfort earlier. My God, he would never want her to feel uncomfortable, let alone like she had been violated. “Babe, what is gong on? What can I do?”

“I can’t do this tonight. I am totally freaked out!” She was near tears and she just wanted to run away.

“No problem,” Rafael soothed. “Let me hold you and take care of you.”

“I can’t,” Serena said. “I need some space. I don’t know what is going on with me.” She got dressed quickly and nearly ran out the bedroom door.

Rafael cleaned up their toys and got dressed. He went into the living room with Serena and looked at her with concern. Serena could see Rafael looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but she was in a weird state. She needed to regroup. She new Rafael cared about her but right now she was not sure if she could ever be spanked again without this horrible feeling.

The rest of the night progressed quietly until they went to bed. The bed always seemed huge when they were unhappy with each other. It was as if there was a physical chasm between them as real as the emotional one.


The next day was excruciating for both of them. Serena could hardly look at Rafael. She was not mad at him but somehow hurt and scared. Rafael felt helpless. He did not want to make things worse by confronting her. They went to their respective jobs and got through the day. Both of them were lonely and confused and unsure how to solve the problem.

Serena called Rafael from work and told him some of the things she thought had set off in her moment of panic. Rafael listened patiently and reassured Serena that he would never hurt her physically or emotionally. He said he understood what had upset her and he was sure they could make adjustments and work this out.

The phone call had helped some, but Serena was still scared and out of sorts. She was not sure that she was willing to try spanking again. That panicky feeling was intense and certainly not fun. Should she risk feeling that way again?

Rafael and Serena spent another tense night disconnected and hurt. Rafael was extra gentle with Serena to try and convince her that it was safe to open up to him again. Despite his best efforts, Serena continued to be distant and avoided eye contact.


The next morning Rafael was at the end of his tolerance. He decided the time for walking on egg shells had passed. Serena was in the bathroom preparing for work. Rafael walked in and smiled, making a point to look her in the eye. “It’s time to get you out of your funk,” he said as he slid his arm around Serena’s waist.

Serena tensed slightly at Rafael’s touch. Rafael ignored it hugged her tighter to his chest. “You need a spanking. You know that I would never hurt you and you know I respect you. Tonight we will take care of this.”

Serena felt a chink in her emotional armor. She met Rafael’s eyes and nodded slowly. Rafael left the bathroom and got ready for work. When Serena came out of the bathroom there was a distinctly lighter mood in the room. She actually smiled tentatively and initiated a brief discussion with her husband. Rafael knew he had made the right decision this morning. He kissed Serena goodbye and went to work mentally planning the events to come that night.

The moment of truth had arrived. Rafael took Serena’s arm gently and said, “It’s time,” he guided her into the master bedroom where the stool sat in the middle of the room.

Serena spied the stool and the familiar churning began in her stomach. Warmth spread from her bottom and her middle to her extremities. She hesitated in the doorway and waited for Rafael to prompt her. She hoped that he would put her over her knee and not bend her over the stool. She needed the physical connection with him.

Always seeming to know what she needed, Rafael sat on the stool and beckoned her over to his lap. He took her arm and carefully helped her over his knee. She was extremely nervous as she settled into this vulnerable position. Rafael held the leather paddle and tapped it lightly on her jean covered bottom. He increased the force and began spanking. He maintained a steady but easy rhythm. The swats were not hard and were causing little discomfort at this point. “Stand up and take down your jeans and panties,” Rafael directed.

Serena complied and placed herself across Rafael’s lap bare bottomed. Rafael laid the paddle against her bottom for a moment and then resumed the spanking. This time the paddle fell harder. Smack. Smack. Rafael kept a constant pace. Serena’s bottom was starting to burn. Each swat with the paddle built the sensitivity in her backside. Rafael spoke calmly as he spanked. “You know that I would never hurt you physically or emotionally, right.” He asked.

“Yes sir,” Serena responded as expected. Smack. Rafael continued to query Serena, “Do you have a safe word?” he asked. “Yes sir,” she replied without hesitation. “You know that you are to use your safe word any time you are physically or emotionally uncomfortable, right?”

“Yes sir,” Serena said humbly. Rafael put the leather paddle down and picked up the wood paddle. The first swat was jarring. Serena grunted and clenched her jaw.

“What are you supposed to do if you are uncomfortable during a spanking?” Rafael asked with another harder swat.

“Use my safe word sir,” Serena grunted. Swat. Swat. Swat. The paddle scorched her bottom in rapid succession. “That’s right,” Rafael confirmed.

Swat. “Now we have a few things we need to discuss about your behavior,” Rafael stated firmly. He spanked her twice hard on each cheek. “You blackmailed me into telling you where the hidden candy was by threatening that you would go out and buy candy if I didn’t tell you. Do you remember that?” Rafael inquired as he spanked her several times hard.

“Yes sir,” Serena squeaked. The pain was beginning to test her limits but she did not need to use her safe word. The wood paddle was the most painful of all of their spanking implements and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“You also drank three sodas and you know there are medical reasons for you to avoid sodas, right?” He smacked her hard with the paddle several times. “Yes sir,” she cried out. Now the tears were flowing freely and she began to feel remorse for her behavior.

“Just because we have a disagreement, that doesn’t give you free reign to toss the rules out the window,” Rafael lectured. He spanked her another six times and looked down at her, “right?” He said firmly. “Yes sir!” She howled through her sobbing.

Rafael put the paddle down and rubbed her bottom lovingly. Serena went limp across his lap and worked to slow her breathing and bring her crying under control. “Step out of your pants and bend over the bed,” Rafael instructed.

Serena noticed the cane on the bed and shuddered. Rafael approached Serena and picked up the cane. “I want you to remember what you need to do if you are ever uncomfortable during a spanking,” he said. Swish, crack! He laid a line of fire across the middle of her bottom.

“I am to use my safe word sir,” Serena breathed out.

“Would I ever hurt you purposely in a way that would make you feel badly?” Rafael asked. Swish, crack! Another stripe formed just below the last. “No sir,” Serena whimpered.

“I have always respected you and I would never want you to think otherwise, right?” He slashed the cane above the first two strikes. “Yes sir!” Serena cried out.

“Good girl,” Rafael encouraged. “I’m going to give you six more for your defiance with the candy,” he said. You are to count each stroke. The first stroke was hard across her sit spot. “One sir,” she breathed. He spanked her again just below the previous, “Two sir,” she gasped and grabbed the comforter for support. Her bottom was in agony and she began to sweat and tremble. The fifth stroke fell on the back of her thigh, “Five sir!” She yelled. Rafael paused to allow her to breathe through the pain. Number six was the hardest stroke low on the back of her thighs, “Six sir,” she grunted as she collapsed on the bed.

Rafael rubbed her back and her bottom while she sprawled, her muscles flaccid, across the bed. He gathered her up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair while she buried her face in his chest.

This had been an intense session and yet Serena was more aroused than she had ever been. She felt a powerful connection to Rafael and she longed to strengthen the intimacy she felt. As if on queue, Rafael caressed her bottom with increased enthusiasm. His hand ran up her bottom and around to her abdomen. He lowered his head and kissed her stomach below her belly button. Serena moaned in approval. His mouth continued to work downward until he found her hot and ready. She arched to him when his mouth made contact with her intimacy. Rafael loved the sweet taste of her and worked his tongue enthusiastically. Serena felt the heat begin to build in her middle as her bottom throbbed against the sheets. Rafael teased her relentlessly, sensing her building excitement and backing off just before she reached the peak. Serena rocked in time with Rafael’s ministrations and begged him to let her release. He groaned against her and brought her back to the edge. She whipped her head back and forth in agony while Rafael continued to drive her mad. This time he didn’t stop and she exploded in wave after wave of climax. Her entire body contracted in time with each wave of pleasure. She didn’t know if she could take the intensity of sensations.

After she composed herself, she reached for him, running her fingertips down his belly to feel his length. He was like iron. She unbuttoned his jeans and released him. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him and tested his arousal. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She felt him pulse as her mouth moved against him. She tortured him slowly over and over until he thought he would erupt. “Stop,” he panted. She moved her mouth to his belly and kissed and licked to give him a minute to recover.

In a surge of energy, Rafael flipped Serena on her back and pinned her to the bed. He held her hands over her head and descended on her breasts with his mouth. He was a wild man. His tongue explored her ruthlessly and he took her nipple in his teeth biting down lightly causing her to yelp. Her breath was coming in choked sobs. She was desperate to feel him inside her. “Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

Rafael pushed himself into her warmth. She cried out when he buried himself in her to the hilt. Lost in passion they were joined in bliss. They moved together urgently, rushing to the peak. Serena felt the friction of their joining, the heat on her bottom, the throbbing in her breasts and she started trembling. Her breath quickened and Rafael took her mouth and kissed her deeply. Serena was overwhelmed with the stimulation. Rafael took one big thrust and she cried out in another earth shattering climax. At the same time Rafael reached his peak with a passionate growl.

They both collapsed on the bed spent and sated. Serena rested her head on Rafael’s chest and relaxed. Her bottom still hurt and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for awhile. Rafael smacked her backside lovingly. “What are you supposed to do when you feel uncomfortable during play?” he asked firmly.

“Use my safe word, Sir,” Serena replied. She looked up at Rafael and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said, “You knew just what I needed.”


This story was written in 2008 by Jessica. I have no idea if she could possible still be reading here these days, but she has my thanks. I'm always hoping for new stories and you are welcome to write on. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Well, I did ask

Nick and I each had great weekends. Mine spent writing and his spent golfing. He said it was as pretty a golf weekend weather-wise as he could remember. He also told me he was even par until the last two holes on their first round, he bogeyed both of them. But according to Windy, who knows way more about golf than I do, that’s pretty good.

Now to our TTWD journey. 


I told you we’d agreed that I’d text him each morning before 9:30 and include something I was happy about. I did just fine while he was gone. Although one text chime came just as he was about to tee off. Not my problem, it was before 9:30 and that’s all that counts. But when he’s home, and we’ve been sitting and talking all morning, I don’t think of texting him. At least I didn’t think of it until 9:37. 


Unfortunately, Liz had emailed him this weekend. One stupid suggestion from Liz was:


While you’re requiring her to text each morning, give a short punishment for not doing so or not getting it there in time. It’s a simple enough thing for her to do. If she misses it, maybe that can be a few (something under ten) hard stokes with the belt, or maybe with the real hair brush, or even possible that friggin’ cane her ‘friend’ is sending. Sometimes she’s going to forget and she can be pissed at herself for the results. But maybe sometimes she needs something she can’t ask for. By not texting she can cause something to happen without having to ask. It can be quick and simple, you’re not mad or anything, it’s just a given. Do this. If you don’t, this is the results.


This morning was not on purpose, just a tad late At that time I texted, “Good morning honey I’m happy that we’ve been together and talking all morning so we knew we were fine.”


This was his reply and my response to it.



I found out that he definitely listens to Liz. 

I may have to shut that girl up.

Friday, April 16, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival - The Bed, part three

* I hope you'll come by the Reading Room today and read today's snippet.

Happy Friday to you all! This is the last part of our three part Fantasy Friday. You can read part one here and part two here. I did finally remember which anonymous friend wrote this - I called her Annie, and she is a fantastic writer. I'll have more from her in the future. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of ...

The Bed
Part 3

Tyler was a happy man. A beautiful wife, a comfortable home, a lucrative and interesting career, and enough money in the bank to ride out any unexpected crises. Racing toward home at the end of a two-week sales trip Dan passed the time thinking over the past few months, and looking forward to a long weekend with Kerry. The last time he had arrived home early was the start of a whole new lifestyle for them. Remembering how uncomfortable he had felt when he discovered his wife's little secret he had to laugh out loud. No one could ever have convinced him that tipping her over for a thorough spanking was the key to saving their marriage but it certainly had. Not only were they closer than ever, but it offered an intimate solution that cleared the air, let them both know just what to expect, and their sex life was hotter than ever. Just thinking about her bottom growing pink with his hand prints caused an immediate tightening in his groin. Two weeks was a long time to be away, too long.

Dan parked his car and hurried to the house, leaving his luggage for later. Usually the sound of his car brought Kerry to the door to greet him, but she was nowhere in sight. Thinking she may be in the back yard he walked around the house to find music playing on the patio, the backdoor open, and no one in sight.

Growing worried he raced into the house calling her name. It wasn't until he reached the second floor that the sound of water running led him to the master bath. There she was, singing to herself, totally oblivious to his presence. He waited in the doorway for her to see him until his temper boiled over. Shouting her name he flung open the shower door, grabbed her by the arm and drug her into the bedroom-dripping wet.

"What are you doing home?"

"Never mind that, what are you doing home, alone, with the doors unlocked? Anyone could just waltz right in. I thought we agreed, the doors stay closed and locked when you are home alone."

As he talked, gritting his words through clenched jaw, he tossed his wet and slippery wife over the rail at the end of the bed and laid into her backside with his hand. The extra sting of wet skin soon had her legs dancing as she pleaded with him to stop. Afraid of punishing when he was scared and angry Dan soon jerked her to her feet and marched her to the corner.

"You stay right there until I come back, and no rubbing."

Hopping from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to cool her bottom, Kerry kept her nose pointed straight into the corner. The last time he made her do corner time she was sure he had gone downstairs so she started to rub and turn around just as she caught sight of him watching from the hall. She wouldn't be making that mistake again. No matter how bad it might hurt, not rubbing was way easier than starting all over. Sniffing, she did indulge in a softly whispered diatribe about brutish husbands who are never where they are supposed to be, but made sure her words could not carry to the wrong ears. He already had his shorts in a twist, no need to make matters worse.

Dan went to the kitchen and made himself a drink. She had the audacity to act as if he was being unreasonable. The whole neighborhood knew he traveled, anyone could walk right in. Determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget he left her waiting for over 30 minutes while he calmed down and then gathered a few items he would be needing. The old wooden spoon with the flat handle left her screeching whenever he used it on her thighs and this time he wanted to make sure she thought of him every time she sat down for the next day or so.

Climbing the stairs he was struck by how beautiful she looked, waiting for him in the corner, his handprints still glowing on her creamy skin, damp hair tumbling down her back. Wishing he could just take her to bed and forget the whole thing reminded him of something one of the husbands had said on one of the lists, that this lifestyle may be rewarding, but it is damn hard work.

"What if it wasn't me that walked in on you, Kerry? What if some stranger just wandered in? These are the things that drive me crazy and keep me awake at night when I am traveling. You just don't stop to think. Get into position on the bed. I plan to help you remember to lock the door for a long time."

Kerry scurried to the bed and slid under the railing. She hated being punished in this position, it left her spread open and wedged too tightly to wiggle. Plus it gave him access to parts that he couldn't reach when she was over his lap.

"Why are you being punished Kerry?"

"Because you're mad at me."

"Why are you being punished?"

"Because I didn't lock the door."

"Speak up, Kerry, I want to hear your answer."

"I said, because I didn't lock the door." She shouted, hating the way he made her participate.

"Do you deserve a punishment?"

"I suppose."

"Back to mumbling again. Do you deserve to be punished?"

"YES! Will you just get it over with, please, I don't have all day."

"I can see that this is going to take some time. Let's start over, shall we?"

Pulling on her hips he made certain she was wedged tightly in place. Seeing his handprints from this position showed clearly how ineffective the OTK position really was. The lily-white skin stretched tightly from the bottom of her buttocks to the back of her knees was very conducive to lesson learning. How lucky he was to have discovered this by accident, and the husbands he had shared this with were all reporting amazing results. Even for wives who had grown immune to regular paddling.

Making sure her legs were spread to his satisfaction, he began applying the spoon in rapid strokes to her bottom, covering his handprints with a deeper mottled red. Starting down the backs of her thighs had her squealing before he had finished one leg.

"Why do you deserve to be punished young lady?"

"Because I broke a rule, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, that's enough, please stop."

"I think we have a ways to go before I can be certain you will remember to lock the door every time."

Starting at the top of her cleft he methodically placed five swats to the same spot before moving down her cheek and repeating. Working slowly he covered every inch to one knee, then started the other side. When he had her undivided attention, he turned the spoon around, grasping the broad spatula-like end he had been using in his hand. The narrow, flat handle was like a ruler and fit perfectly to stripe the inside of her thighs and the crease at the juncture of her bottom and legs. This was pure punishment and had her sobbing incoherently with the first strike. Steeling himself to ignore her misery he made sure she would think of this every time she moved for the rest of the day. Finishing up with several extra hard cracks across her sit spot he tossed the spoon onto the bed but left her in position. With a hard punishment her skin seemed to writhe in memory even after he stopped. He knew she was burning up, and desperately wanted him to comfort her, but that was the difference between true punishment and maintenance, or pleasure spanking. This was meant to teach a lesson that would be remembered long after the burn subsided. Gently, he eased her out from under the rail and helped her to the corner. Placing her hands on her head he guided her nose into position and took a seat. She knew better than to move her feet, but the need to soothe herself had her shifting her weight from foot to foot, vainly trying to ease her discomfort.

Experience had taught him that offering comfort too soon made the lesson less effective. He had surprised himself by finding the whole spanking process very erotic, and much preferred to spank and tease as a method of foreplay. But Kerry needed true discipline, and it was his job to provide it. Once she settled down, and had had a chance to think about how she came to be in a corner with a fire engine red butt then he could get to the parts he liked best.

Quietly he eased out of the room and went to get a cool cloth and a glass of tea. He wanted everything ready for her. Once the tears stopped and he let her out of the corner she desperately needed to reconnect. It amazed him that she was so fierce in her arousal after even the most brutal punishment. Sighing, he wondered if he would ever understand this fey creature he married, and headed upstairs to make love to his wife.


Thank you Annie! You have kept us entertained. I'm always looking for new stories - long, short, fiction or maybe something you actually experienced. Please send any story you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com