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What Went Through Terrys Mind
It is almost 11:00 AM and I just looked at my e-mail. I really wish I hadnt. Here is what she wrote:
Terry,
Mom called and said you hadnt picked her old dryer yet and taken it to the drop off site. You promised you would take care of that over a week ago.
You can count on this problem being taken care of when you get home this evening.
Have a good afternoon!
Rose
11:00 AM — I hate getting notes like that. Rose is going to toast by bottom and it is going to hurt like hell. Why do I say I will do something and then forget about it? I am lying to myself? She must have reminded me 10 times. Oh, God, its going to hurt. Why didnt I do it?
Noon — I dont even feel like eating. Ill just grab a burger and eat at my desk, I know I wont eat sitting down tonight.
2:00 PM — Why did I look at my watch? I will be home in only four hours and will have to face the music. Maybe it wont be so bad tonight. She took care of another problem only a little over a week ago. I should know better. Yea, it will be as bad as always. Over her knee and fixed so I cant get away. Then she will begin smacking me with that damn brush. God, that thing hurts. She wont stop until I am crying like a baby and am literally on fire. Why did I not do it? I must be an idiot.
3:00 — Was tonight the night she invited her friend Sue over for dinner? No, it cant be. Yes. I think it is. Rose wont care if the world is there. When she has decided to spank me nothing will stop her. Only three hours to go. What can I tell her? I will get on my knees and promise to take care of it tomorrow. Wait, that wont work. She knows I will do it tomorrow anyway so she wont spank me again. Oh, I hope we dont have company.
3:30 — Maybe I can get her something. Flowers? Candy? One of those small figurines she collects? There must be something. No, I know better. She has decided I need my bottom roasted and she is going to do it. Shit! Its going to hurt. Its going to hurt a lot.
4:00 — Two hours. If Sue shows up will she bring her boyfriend? That would be worse than anything. Sue knows what Rose does, she has even seen her do it. I could stand her being there; no, not anyone else, especially a guy and a new one at that. If only I had gotten my ass in gear and picked up that dumb washer. But I didnt and now have to pay the consequences. How hard will she spank tonight?
4:30 — I think I will leave early and get some flowers. It probably wont help but it sure cant hurt. No, I am whats going to hurt. Only an hour and a half to go.
5:00 — Lets see, I got the flowers and some chocolate covered almonds, her favorites. Maybe it will work this time. Its funny, here I am sitting in my car driving home knowing that if I can sit at all tonight I will need a pillow. No, its not funny. I know I wont sit for dinner. Will I need to sleep face down? That happens sometimes when I really get it. Oh, please, not tonight. I dont want this.
5:50 — Here I am, I really dont want to go in. It is only going to be a few minutes now. Please God, have her in a good and forgiving mood. I hope nothing else happened today to get her mad.
6:00 — Here I go.
"Hi Honey, Im home."
"Great, why dont you get changed and come right back. Oh, bring my brush and your tethers, I left them in the den. Mom said she is really glad that you are going to get her old dryer tomorrow, she really wants to get rid of it."
"Yes dear. I left you a present on the table. I hope you like it."
"Oh, Sue and Jason had to cancel tonight, I forgot to tell you."
Well, I have my work clothes off and her hairbrush brush and my tethers in my hand. Time to face the music. At least there wont be an audience. Thank God for small favors. I REALLY dont want this.
As my wife was fixing me up I kept up a constant jabber. "Cant we just not do this? I really dont want this. Dont you like your flowers? The candy is one of your favorites. I really didnt mean to forget."
"I know honey, you dont want this and it will hurt. But you deserve it and I want to make sure you get everything you deserve. The flowers are really nice and the candy looks great. Thank you. Now over you go."
I was in a position I was all too familiar with; draped over my wifes left knee with my legs trapped under her right leg. My arms and wrists were restrained and my bottom was pointed right at the ceiling.
Maybe I can just lie here quietly. Ill show her I can take it. Oh, its going to hurt. I dont want this.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Ow, that hurts. I need to keep in control of myself.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
"Owww. Honey that hurts."
"Of course it does, I mean it to. I want you to remember to do what you say you will do.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
"Please stop, it hurts too much, oowwww."
GOD this hurts, she has to stop.
Crack, Crack. Crack.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW"
"Now we are getting somewhere. It seems like this is not feeling too good to you, it never does but you keep needing it. Go ahead and complain. I dont know why you insist on trying to ‘take-it-like-a-man, it never works."
Crack, Crack, Crack.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW, PLEEEEEZZZEE, IT HUUURRTS, OOOWWWW."
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.
Oh this hurts. Why did I do it? Why do I keep earning this pain. Ill never forget anything again.
"Well, I need a little break. You doing OK? Doesnt seem like it from my position. My you redden up really nicely. We are at the bright red stage now but I like that deep, deep crimson color. I hope you are NOT having as much fun and I AM having. Sometimes I think you will just NEVER learn."
"OK. Will you get Moms dryer tomorrow?" — YES "Are you sorry now?" — YES "Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" — NO, God NOOO "Why do you keep promising to do things and then not do them? — I DONT KNOW "Your bottom hurt enough yet? — YESSSS "I dont think you have quite learned your lesson." — YES I HAVE, PLEEEESE NO MORE "No, you can probably sit down still, I dont like that." — NOOO, PLEEESE "Well, I think I am rested enough to finish this, dont you? — PLEESE, NO MORE.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.
"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW, AAIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGG"
I dont know what I think while she is finishing cooking by backside. I just want it to stop. It feels like it will go on forever. It takes a while before I even realize that she has stopped. I cant stop clenching by bottom as I lie over her knee and gain some composure. Just as I realize that the spanking is over I hear: "OK, get in your corner, nose right at the wall, and dont you dare touch your bottom. Youve had a double session before and I know you dont want one now. Now go."
My bottom really hurts. I hate his corner. Mt nose is only inches from the wall and there is nothing I can see but white. Why does the burning seem to get worse by the minute. She always spanks so hard. I hate standing here just crying. I want to rub my bottom, just once, maybe it would take some of the fire away. OOOHHHHHH it hurts.
"Honey, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You are supposed to do that before you get spanked, you just want to go somewhere where you can rub your bottom a little. NO DICE! Dinner will be in about 45 minutes, you can hold it until then."
"SHIT." Why did I say that, I know I thought it, why did I have to say it out loud?
"What did you say?" "Nothing, I didnt say anything." Now I just lied, why, why, why? Oh no.
"My, my, you are having a really bad day." With that, Rose came over and gave me a smack on by already burning rump and said, "OK big boy, turn around and open up."
Doing as I was told, a small bar of Ivory soap was put into my mouth. "Lets see, first a foul word and then a lie saying you didnt say it. You just dont seem to be getting things tonight. Lets see if we can fix whatever problem seems to be bugging you."
"Dinner is now an hour away. You can stand in your corner with a burning bottom, soap in your mouth and needing a bathroom until then. Perhaps you will learn something. I just dont know. One more peep out of you or one single drop of pee on the floor before then and you can skip dinner. If dinner is skipped you can expect an immediate bed time and an early morning when we can repeat tonight before you go to work. GOT IT!"
God Im miserable. My bottom feels like it is on fire. The awful taste in my mouth is unbearable. I really do need to pee. Tonight is worse that I thought it would be. I know I wont make an hour. I have to make it. I dont want this again in the morning. God, I have to pee.
How long has it been? Five minutes, ten, thirty, almost an hour? I cant see the clock. I have no way of knowing. I can hear her setting the table. Does that mean that dinner is ready. OOOHHH I have to go soooo bad. My mouth feels awful. I really, really have to GOOOO.
"Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Seems like you are in your after spanking dance the way you are shifting from foot-to-foot and clinching your bottom. You really look uncomfortable. Think you will remember Moms washer tomorrow? She is really looking forward to getting rid of that thing. Only four more minutes now, hang in there."
I cant wait even one more second. I have to, Im so close. Please God, help me hold it. I dont want to be spanked again tomorrow. Oowwwwwwww, it hurts. Everything hurts.
"OK, go to the bathroom, but dont get rid of the soap until you get back."
I ran to the bathroom and just made it. The soap still tasted awful but at least I got to finally pee and
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get rid of that problem. When I returned I was allowed to spit out the soap and rinse out my mouth before we ate. Rose had set my plate on the counter because I was in no condition to sit down with her and enjoy my meal.
I wish I would learn. The last hour and a half were avoidable, if only I could learn. My bottom feels like it will be a stomach sleeping night. Ill never again do anything to deserve this again. I will be good. In a couple of days I will be able to sit comfortably again.
I am looking at Rose. God she is a beautiful woman. She really cares about me. I love her.
Well, I WILL take care of her Moms dryer tomorrow. I will have to show her how Rose convinced me and it will only be a little embarrassing. She has seen her actually blister me, not just the after effects. At least it will be over and I wont have to hear about it again. I should have known better.
"Honey, please try to be good for a while, your bottom needs a rest. I Love You"
What Went Through Roses Mind
"Yes Mom, I know Terry said he would take of the dryer. Yes, he said he would do it over a week ago. Yes, I know its an eye sore. Yes, I will make sure it is gone before tomorrow in over. No, I cant say it will be done tonight. I think you know what is going to happen tonight to make sure tomorrow happens. No, you didnt get Terry in trouble; Terry got Terry in trouble. Mom, I will take care of it, the dryer will be gone tomorrow. Dont worry."
God, I hate those calls. All Mom wants is that stupid dryer taken away. What will it take to get Terry to do it, 45 minutes of his precious time? Well, I will fix his selfish attitude tonight. I really hate it when his procrastination gets Mom upset.
Wasnt it only 10-11 days ago he was reminded what a real spanking feels like. Sometimes he has the memory span of a four-year old. I guess I didnt make him sorry enough last time. Shit, I was looking forward to a more relaxing evening. Oh well, it always makes me feel better using my hairbrush. I think I will plan on feeling really, really good tonight. Im going to blister him good and make him think about it a good long while.
I sent Terry an e-mail telling him to enjoy his sitting while he still could because it probably wouldnt be possible shortly after he gets home tonight.
All afternoon I just went about my business and thought only a couple of times that I was going to spank Terry right when he got home. But every time I did think about it I decided it would be a little harder on him that the last time I thought about it. I started dinner around five and was really thinking only about what I was cooking when I heard the car drive up and the door slam.
Well he is finally home. Will he just want me to get it over with right away or will he will try to talk me out of it? He is really inconsistent that way. It doesnt make any difference which way he is, he is going to get a good blistering that he wont soon forget.
I think Ill just ignore him when he comes in and goes to our room to change. Ill tell him to bring my brush and things after he is through the kitchen. It will give him a minute more to worry about what he has coming and he hates bringing me my brush.
After he passed through the kitchen, I turned around I saw flowers and candy. Its so sweet of him to bring me those things when he knows he is going to get a licking. It never works, but I like it anyway. "Honey, dont forget my brush and things I need, I want to take care of you before dinner."
Here he is and with the things I need. Oh yes, he is telling me he doesnt want to go over my knee. Time to truss him up.
"Yes Dear, I know you dont want the spanking you earned. Yes, I know it will hurt. Yes it will hurt a lot, I know that. Thanks for the flowers and candy. Now, you are all fixed up, get over my knee."
I really love this sight. His bottom positioned just right for my undivided attention. Well, might as well get started. I wonder how long it will take before I get my first complaint?
Not bad, the first quiet "ow" and Im on only spank 14.
27 — And I have my first request to stop. Not too loud yet, but a start
46 — That what I like to hear a nice loud "OW"
63 — Thats good, real begging and pleading that I please stop. This should go on for a while. He is really feeling it now.
113 — Now I am positive I am getting through, loud and clear. Nothing but his constant begging for me to stop – and loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Its a good thing he cant get away because I probably couldnt control him the way he is struggling. Oh well, another dozen and we will have our little half way through chat.
I stopped for a while and waited for Terry to regain some composure. I gave him my little inquisition lecture and he was promising to do anything if I would just stop. His tears were plentiful and real and he just couldnt keep his bottom still because of the heat. It really gives me a sense of satisfaction to see him like this; one sorry man acting just like a sorry, naughty little boy.
After a short rest and lecture I started again.
Yes, he will be bawling and begging for a while now. Good, he asked for it.
203 — His struggling is beginning to lessen. Is he just too tired and sore to struggle any more? Maybe another 30 and he will have had enough. Right now I wish his mother had not told me to stop when the brush didnt seem to be bringing the same level of pain that happens earlier. I really feel like punishing him more tonight for some reason. Maybe I am just in a really bad mood and didnt realize it.
235 — Well thats enough for now. He wont want to sit for sure.
I let Terry calm down and directed him to his corner. He was really sore and I still wanted to do something else but there has to be a reason. The tethers came off and he would have to stand there with relief only inches from his burning bottom (rubbing) and knowing that that any attempt to ease his pain would be a reason for an immediate repeat performance. He wouldnt risk that.
He asked me if he could use the bathroom and I knew right away I could punish him some more by saying no. So I did. He could just stay in misery in his corner until dinner was ready. I know how hard it is to hold it when you have to go and he was going to have to hold it for at least more than 30 minutes. A really nice addition.
"SHIT"
Oh good, when God answers my prayers he just keeps giving and giving. Now I can really make him sorry.
I gave him a bar of soap, Motel size, to hold in his mouth and told him that his corner time had been extended to a full hour for swearing and then denying he had done so. I would have one very contrite and humble husband in a short while.
Why did I take his bathroom privileges away? I seldom do that. It is awfully hard having to hold I for a long time when you have to go. Oh well, I did it and now I cant back down. Hell just have to suffer. I must have been more ticked off that I thought.
I really love seeing his bottom on display and obviously well tanned. He is so cute standing there shifting from foot to foot hoping that somehow that will take the fire away. I am glad it never works.
He is still crying a little after 15 minutes and sounding quite unhappy.
At about thirty minutes his foot shifting is starting again. I guess he really does need to pee. Holding it can be so miserable.
Its now 45 minutes and he is tightening every muscle he has to keep from wetting the floor. It is a good thing I threatened him with another spanking if I saw so much as a drop. The soap is still in his mouth and I know that it has to be miserable also. I almost felt sorry for him.
Time to give him some hope. I also want to see in his face just how miserable he feels now.
"Only five minutes to go and you are off the hook." I had him turn around and he had slight tears in his eyes from holding it and a really pathetic, pleading look in his face. He could now see the clock and knew he had only, or still had depending on your viewpoint, three or so minutes of pure misery left."
Boy, I can see on his face how hard it is to hold it any longer. I really love that man. I wonder if he is going to make it. The second hand must seem to him like it is stopped or moving in slow motion.
Terry was like a sprinter when his time was up, but he did make it.
I really feel good and relaxed right now.
Comment: What I did that day was pretty severe for a one trip spanking. However, he was miserable enough that he stayed on his best behavior for almost two months. I have only taken his bathroom privileges away a few other times and I know it is really a severe punishment because it just gets worse by the minute and makes time seem to stand still. However, it does seem to give him a longer memory and keeps him on the straight and narrow for a longer period. Maybe I should
Rose has very limited tolerance for bad behavior from her husband Terry. She explains what happens once her limit is reached: He is rendered completely helpless, over my knee and, with the part of his anatomy that I will be paying attention to, bare and aimed skyward. Even though Terry is actually bigger than I am, between the two restraints it allows me complete freedom and he is quite unable to do anything to avoid his spanking.
This is just a normal occurrence relating what commonly happens around our house.
Terry may have had a problem at work, be upset about it, not let it go and be taking it out on everyone around him including me. He may have said he would do something and just continued to put it off again and again and it is still not done. I will usually take a few days of either and then decide to put an end to problem.
This is what will happen.
I will send Terry an e-mail at wo
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rk, or leave a message on his phone, that I have had enough and will take care of his problem when he gets home. He knows what this means and will fret about it the rest of the day. I believe he should know what is coming and really dread it. This accomplishes that objective. Whatever is wrong will take second place in his mind for at least part of the day.
Around six he will get home and, even though he knows by now that it will do him no good, I can expect some flowers or candy or something small as a means of telling me he is really sorry. I will thank him for the present but remind him that it will not change my mind and he will be punished in the usual way.
Right after he changes he will come back to the kitchen where I am waiting with my trusty hairbrush. He will try to talk me out of what he has coming, even while he is being prepared so he can not stop me when I get started no matter how hard he tries.
His arms are secured with wrist bands that have small chains hanging from each. I put them on and then have him hug himself and clip them in the back. Quick and easy to fasten, each buckles and one chain has a clip on the end that clips into the links of the other. They act like a little straight jacket – he is rendered quite helpless. His arms completely out of the way and prevent much struggling at all. We found this idea about 25 years ago and have used them ever since.
When he is over my lap, I then encircle is legs with a small belt placed just above his knees. Its an old boy scout belt that is easy to slip on and tighten. With his legs clinched together, I can enjoy is attempts to kick the floor as he remains completely helpless.
Within minutes Terry is fully prepared and over my knee with the part of his anatomy that I will be paying attention to bare and aimed skyward. Even though he is actually bigger than I am, between the two restraints it allows me complete freedom and he is quite unable to do anything to avoid his spanking.
It will only take 15-20 good hard smacks with the flat of my brush before he starts with the it hurts and please dont comments. I remind him that I am well aware that it hurts, it is supposed to hurt, and I will make sure it hurts a lot more before I am done. You would think that he is well aware that after 30 plus years I know it hurts but he says it anyway.
Around smack 50 he will really be struggling to get his bottom somewhere where I cant hit it any more. It never works and the crying starts. The next fifty will see the transformation from his fairly coherent pleas that I stop to some real begging that I quit spanking him. His tears will be real and he will be a really unhappy man with a bottom that is getting burned. By this time he really cant talk coherently between his cries.
I will then rest my arm until he calms down a little so he can hear what I am saying. Still in his bottom up position, I will remind him of exactly why he is in the position he is in, what he can do to avoid a repeat the next day, and emphasize that he, not me, is responsible for the condition his bottom is in and the condition it will be in by the time I am done.
After probably five to six minutes of lecturing him, I will finish what I started. He will cry, bawl and beg me to stop but I will keep at it until he believes dinner could be cooked on where he sits. It usually takes another 100 smacks before I feel that I am done and he is ‘well done. He will literally think I have burned him with fire. Of course I havent, but I have made sure that he wont want to sit down for dinner.
It may only have taken 20-25 minutes from start to finish but to him it seems like forever. When I am done cooking him I will then finish cooking dinner. While I am fixing whatever we are having, Terry will be in the corner with his pants and under shorts at his feet and a wearing a bright red and bruised fanny for me to admire. He will stay there with his hands at his sides, only inches from being able to rub some of the pain away, with the full understanding that any touching for relief will result in an immediate repeat of what I just finished doing. He will not touch himself.
I will see him do the Ive just been spanked hard dance of shifting from foot to foot for about 10-15 minutes until the burning stops getting worse and he begins to calm down a little. Some things never change.
When dinner is ready I will sit at the table and he will eat standing up at the counter. I will tell him several times that he has to change how he is acting, or had better do what he said he would do, or whatever the correction related to, by the next day or I would be up for a repeat performance. I will also remind him that my brush can take a lot more punishment than his bottom so he better listen.
When dinner is over, his punishment is over. If he wants he can sit down and watch television but he seldom seems to want to do that. He usually finds something to do that will keep him on his feet for a while longer. If I have done an exceptionally good job he will want to sleep on his stomach that night, but he is usually not that sore unless we are into a punishment that consists of spankings on several consecutive days. I sometimes find this necessary to correct serious problems or minor problems that he just seems to repeat over and over again. It is an effective method of correction.
For the next couple of days he will be reminded that my hairbrush leaves a very distinct impression every time he sits but he will be able to sit without too much difficulty.
This transpires whenever I think it is necessary which I would guess is at least 12-18 times a year.
For more serious offences like lying, drinking too much, or other things he will be sentenced to the above on a once or twice a day basis for several days as I mentioned earlier. He may actually start to beg as soon as hears what I plan on doing because he knows that sitting will be a real pain in the ass until three or four days after it is over. (Pardon the pun.). This seems to happen only once or twice a year.
There have been only four to five times in the past 30 plus years that I have found it necessary to repeat his workbench experience described in How It All Began.
To be truthful, I really like roasting his bottom. I feel like I am in charge and know that whatever he has been doing that has bothered me, or he simply should not have done, will change.
You are welcome and invited to contact the authors Rose and Terry
Mary Bird came through the door just as I ordered my third pint.
‘Join me in a glass of cider Mary?’
‘That I will, and how long have you been on the apple juice today?’
‘Since ten-thirty, when they first opened up.’
‘Disgraceful,’ she chuckled, ‘a young man like you should have better things to do with his time. If you were one of mine I’d smack your bottom.’ The smile evaporated and her eyebrows lifted enquiringly.
‘You’re right Mary. I ought to be dragged across a good woman’s lap and spanked senseless.’
Her powerful right hand encircled the glass. ‘And what constitutes a good woman may I ask?’
‘One a little older, maybe a lot older? And a hand large enough to consume a twenty five year old male buttock within its grasp.’
‘For two pins I would take you home and smack your bottom, lad?’
‘Would you do it for a second pint, Mary?’
Mary pinched my bum as I turned to leave the bar. I say pinch, but it was more of a grope. Her hand is large and sinewy following years of working the farm. And when she locked onto my left orb, her fingertips reaching into my crack, it felt like a blacksmiths vice had hold of my flesh.
‘Good day at the market,’ enquired George as we took our place at the table with the rest of the regulars.
‘All the meat got sold which can’t be bad,’ answered Mary.
The conversations continued with Mary repeatedly gesturing one way or another with her open right palm. She sensed my excited stare directed at her hand, exchanging knowing smiles on the odd occasion when she caught me looking. I pushed my butt out behind gesturing my submission to that hand. A sideways glance from Mary and another smile signalled her approval.
‘A second glass of cider, Mary?’
‘Yes Harry and I will.’
The rest of the table made no sense of the conversation, but as Mary passed the bar on her way to the Ladies Room she left me in no doubt.
‘You can get yourself to my farm house when that pint’s drunk,’ she whispered, ‘I want your bare bum on my lap for the mother of all smacked bottoms.’
I was in no fit state to drive and so was obliged to ride in Mary’s Land Rover over the bleak snow covered moor towards her farm. I was to stay the night, and be spanked a number of times before the setting sun was to reappear over the snow covered hills. Leaving the road and taking the track towards her farm took us further from any third party. We were alone and free to do as we please when the farmhouse came into view.
‘You can get your kit off in the Tack Room next to the barn, but put your boots back on, it’s a might muddy in the yard this time of year.’
‘You want me naked apart from my boots?’
‘You don’t expect me to spank you with your pants on do you lad? Anyways I’ve a chore for you before I red you up.’
Mary handed me an axe as I joined her in the yard, her eyes fixed unashamedly on my penis rendered limp by the cold despite the stirring in my loins caused by my nudity. I led the way behind the barn to the wood pile knowing her stare was fixed on my springy tight boyish buttocks. I split a dozen logs under her gaze before taking them to the farmhouse.
‘And see you walk slowly ahead, lad. It’s not every day an old girl is treated to the delights of young active bare male buttocks.’
Mary followed me all the way, watching me ease my boots off in the hall, and carry the pile of wood to the inglenook.
‘You ge
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t that fire blazing while I fetch more cider, and I want you in that corner with your hands on your head. See your bottom is towards the fire.
I stand here alongside the other trophies in the room, a foxes head, and long dead stuffed otters and salmon. Noises behind signal Mary’s return and what sounds like a chair being dragged across the stone floor sends a shiver down my spine.
‘Time I smacked your bum lad, come park yourself on my lap.’
No sooner do I mount Mary’s thighs before her large hand explores my curves, pinching, stroking, and kneading my flesh. Instinctively my thighs part allowing access to penis and testis. The room is warming up and so am I, sprawled across a large soft comfy lap that seems like a bed.
‘Downing the cider when you could have been working boy. Of course you deserve to be spanked!’
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!…………………………………
My heart skips a beat at the initial onslaught. Mary has no need for leather or wood with her weathered palm. Slow and rhythmic, hard and true. Her hand follows a wide arc before homing in on each buttock, smacking my flesh, and following through to leave it wobbling like a jelly…………. A strawberry jelly.
She pushes me a little further over her lap to concentrate on the under-swell of my arse cheeks where they join my thighs. Her hand now drops vertically to bounce off a butt rendered more taught by the spanking. At some point the surface of my reddened flesh becomes anaesthetised by Mary’s spanking hand, and the exquisite hurt with each slap melts away. Clenched buttocks relax and shudder more when they are smacked, filling the farmhouse with ever louder sounds of a bare female palm on bare male bottom spanking.
Rests for her arm accompany more ‘feel time’ and increased stiffening between us. ‘Stand up Harry. It seems my breeches are getting in the way of your penis and my thighs.’
We stand to attention, my manhood and I, and Mary floors her breeches. Somehow I expected large oversize knickers, but I’m treated to snug fitting white cotton panties with two half moon fleshy orbs peeping out of leg elastic. As powerful and full as her hips and legs appear, they are smooth and as flawless as any country girl. The temptation is too much, and I press my lips against her outstretched thighs repeatedly as I go over her knee again. Mary reaches between my thighs to caress what now hangs between her freshly-kissed thighs before getting on with the business in hand.
‘Looks like we are in for a long night, lad. But you will be reminded of your misdeeds throughout. That you can be sure.’
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!………………………..
The Day My In-Laws Learned That My Wife Is In Charge
My wife is the disciplinarian in our relationship. On a few occasions one of my in-laws would jokingly ask how she kept me in control and she would say she gives me a good spanking when I deserve one. Everyone just laughed it off believing that she was just making a joke. Up until that time my corrections had always been administered in the privacy of our home and I had assumed it would always be that way.
I was twenty-nine years old and would be turning thirty in a month and a half. My wife’s parents had invited all of their kids to their house for the Fourth of July so there was quite a crowd. My wife and I, her four sisters, their three husbands, and her brother and his wife, along with her parents made up a crowd of 13.
We arrived around 9:30 for a full day of Bar-B-Q and games and everyone was looking forward to a good time. I don’t recall what started everything but I was in the kitchen with her youngest sister, who was still single, and we had words that apparently were loud enough for my wife to hear. Her little sister left the kitchen crying because of something I had said and went outside through the living room where everyone else was sitting.
Upon seeing the commotion my wife came in and asked me what had happened and I said “Nothing, she just got pissed and acted like a little brat like she usually does.”
My wife left and went to her sister. A short while later she came back and asked me a bunch of questions, some of which I answered directly and others I gave a smart ass reply to, and again said her sister was a brat.
While we were talking I could tell that Rose was getting steamed. I knew I would probably get it when we got home but the day was young and maybe she would calm down by then.
My wife looked at me with daggers in her eyes. “I want you to go right home and bring back my brush and the other things I will need and be back here in an hour. And when you get back bring the brush right to me!”
I made the drive home in record time and was back at the in-laws’ in less than hour. When I got back I immediately gave the brush to my wife who was sitting in the yard with everyone else. Taking the brush she asked, “Dad, can I use your den for a while, there is something that needs my attention – right now?”
Needless to say I followed my wife into the house. I told her that I knew what was coming but at least it would be private.
When we got to the den my shoes and pants were off in no time and I was prepared for my spanking. My wife then opened the window, looked at me and said, “We may be alone in this room, but unless you show more control than I have ever seen before, and this brush suddenly becomes silent when it hits your bottom, EVERYONE will know exactly what is happening here.”
SMACK, SMACK
Oh, that brush hurts. I need to be as quiet as I can. Everyone will know what is happening.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
“Oowww, please don’t, it hurts.”
SMACK, SMACK
“OOOWWW”
They can hear me, I’ll never be able to face them again.
SMACK, SMACK, SAMCK
“OOOOWWWWWWWW, OOOOWWWWEEEE”
It was no use. I couldn’t help it. Soon Rose was into her rhythm and I was crying out loud and I begging her to stop. I no longer cared about who was listening. It just had to stop.
Soon I was like the proverbial six-year old crying uncontrollably as my bottom was being turned into a red hot sun.
When Rose finished I was bawling out loud. There was no question that her family now knew that she hadn’t been kidding when she told them she gave me a good spanking when she thought I needed one. She then told me to put my pants back on and go out, with my red eyes and tear stained face, and apologize to her sister, which of course I did.
Everyone was real quiet when I got to the yard and apologized. One brother in-law said that I should take a seat, have a beer and relax – it looked like I needed to do so.
Rose said, “I don’t think Terry really wants to sit anywhere right now. As a matter of fact, he probably won’t want to sit for the rest of the afternoon and I would appreciate someone moving his dinner plate from the table to the buffet so he can stand and eat lunch.”
At lunch, while everyone was sitting at the table, I ate, with an unseen red bottom under my clothes and a red face that could be seen, standing at the buffet in the dining room. It had been a miserable day and it was only getting worse.
All afternoon I stood around ashamed. My bottom hurt too much to sit and everyone was giving me strange looks.
About five my mother-in-law yelled out the back door that supper would be served in about an hour. Rose looked at me and said, “Honey, go get my brush, this is really going to be a RED HOT fourth of July for you.”
I returned to the yard with the brush wondering just how things could get any worse than they were already. When I gave the brush to my wife she told me to slip off my shoes, drop my pants and underpants and get back over her knee right in the back yard.
“Not here, please, everyone will see me.” I stammered.
“Yes they will, but in a few minutes you won’t be thinking about them at all, you have my absolute word in it.” She replied.
In no time I was back over her knee and she started again with the brush.
SMACK
OOWWWWW
My bottom was still sore from earlier and it took no time for me to break down into tears and useless begging for her to stop.
SMACK, SMACK,
OOOOWWWWWWW, OOOWWWWWW
“Are you thinking about everyone looking now?” My wife interjected.
PLEEEEEESE
OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW
After what seemed like forever she stopped and said she was done. “Well, I think that is enough, you won’t want to sit on that for a few days at least. But it is such a pretty sight, all sun set red and blistered.”
“It seems such a pity to hide such a nice red bottom. Tell you what, you just go into the house and stand in the corner of the dining room, just the way you are, and we can all admire your bottom during dinner. Don’t worry, you won’t be eating anyway. And if I see you make so much as one move to rub yourself, we will have another discussion after the rest of us have eaten.”
And in the corner is where I stayed. The only change was that after dinner, I was told to stand facing the garage wall outside, where everyone had migrated to, so my buns would remain on display for the remainder of the evening.
On the way home that evening I knelt in the backseat out of necessity. I was way too sore to sit, even on a pillow. Rose said that she had decided a while ago that she was not going to spend the rest of her life waiting for a convenient time to blister me just because someone else was around. She was glad I gave her an excuse to make sure that everyone in her family was aware of how she takes care of things in our house. From that moment on there have been few places where my wife doesn’t feel that is perfectly OK to bare my bottom and spank the devil out of it. And on more that a few occasions, where a bare bottom would not be acceptable, she has spanked me over my under pants anyway and then bared it and spanked me again when we got home.
That fourth of July was not the last time I was around
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one or more in-laws, standing in the corner, with my bright red bottom on display and I think there will be more in the future.
It is still humiliating, after way too many occasions to count, to be a grown man, spanked like a little boy in front of others until I am bawling and can’t sit down. Then having to stand in the corner on display just adds to feeling miserable.
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