Since tomorrow is your day off don’t expect to be doing anything other than what I tell you,” she informed me. Do you understand?”“Yes ma’am,” I replied, knowing I was in trouble and deserved it. When she wants to, she can give me a spanking that leaves my ass sore for days, but I’d never made her this mad before. I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow, I was unaware she planned to start tonight. When the lecture was over Debby said “OK, lets show Sandra what I’ve been talking about.” She told me to get up and stand by the chair. She told me to “get ready” which means STRIP! FAST! I took my clothes off without meeting Sandra’s eyes. Debby walked over to the chair and pulled me over her lap. She shifted me into position and said to Sandra “see this could have solved all your marriage problems.” Debby started slow, lecturing all the time about manners, bad habits and generally being a good husband. The paddle came down harder and faster until I was moaning and tears were in my eyes. Debby would interject her lecture to me by saying things to Sandra like, “See, I told you it works” and, “Don’t forget, you’re the judge of what it takes”. When Debby finally let up she gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath still over her lap and said to Sandra “see how easy it is?” I was sent to the corner, still naked while Debby and Sandra talked a little about what had happened. I heard Sandra say that it was certainly interesting and gave her something to think about. After Sandra left, Debby rubbed a cooling lotion on my butt (which she never does, after all its supposed to hurt), and gave me a big hug and kiss for being such a good guy, helping her to help her friend. No, I guess you were trying to be nice, to make pleasant conversation. But I didn’t like being grounded for those reasons.”

mmm… well, I spank his bottom until I feel better…. absolutely serious….yeah I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow over lunch. I still have a hard time with other people “knowing” what goes on, but I trust my wife, and realize that she is empowered to decide how our house is run. But now how am I going to face Elaine at the next office party? Lisa smiled and said, “Yes, well, in a few weeks we’ll BOTH enjoy that. But for now, just bend over the table, just like you did for your mom.”

into the living room all the wives were facing me sitting behind the banquet table like a panel of judges. This was absolutely the most humbling experience I have ever had. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Aunt Kay explained that at this get together the women were going to be able to vent all their frustrations about their husbands and get the First was Ryan, 15 strokes with the strap, bent over administered by Debby. I watched as Ryan grabbed the strap and handed it to Debby. He went to the middle of the room and Debby pulled his boxers down. She laid into him hard, he moaned but kept position. While he was getting punished Aunt Kay read us all some of his offences, very personal OW, please not so hard,” I cried, hoping she would show a little mercy, but the next stroke was just as hard and she was far from finished. “You’re in no position to tell me how hard I should spank you,” she said. “You earned this and you’re going to get all of it. Just hope I don’t loose count and have to start over.” The paddle continued to leave its mark and I did my best not to disrupt her count.

After she gave me the last stroke, she replaced her paddle in the drawer and told me I had a few minutes to reflect before I received the strap. She walked out of the room and I lay there clenching my poor cheeks trying to relieve some of the sting. For a while it was like old home week, sleep for seven minutes till the alarm sounded, hit the snooze and sleep another seven. I played this snooze alarm game till the last possible moment finally getting up at five fifty-eight. We were to be on best behavior, meaning acting like gentlemen, at all times with all the ladies. The women were all empowered to discipline any of the men; right on the spot, if they felt it was appropriate. My anxiety level went up even more after all of that was explained. Soon couples were disappearing upstairs and coming down a few minutes later with the men looking quite subdued. I was talking to another guy when As I showered, I reflected on how I came to be in this predicament. After we were married we started telling each other our fantasies, and my favorite has always been a good, old fashioned, bare bottom spanking by a beautiful woman. She was hesitant at first, but once she started, she proved to be an expert. She even takes me out to the woods and uses a switch to blister my bare bottom. But you know that the silent treatment is a manifestation of hostility, and that it is hurtful, don’t you?”You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? Slowly, I crawled across her lap and was no sooner in position then the paddle landed, hard. And it kept landing hard. This was no ordinary warm up. She meant business and my bottom was on fire after only a few swats. If this was the warm up, I wasn’t looking forward to what was going to happen on the bench. She has a wide variety of paddles, straps, canes and switches from which to choose for the real punishment, and she knows how to use them all. I prayed she’d remember. I was halfway through my strapping and didn’t want to start over. No matter how much I like her to spank me I never wanted another punishment like this. I might not be sitting down for a week after this one.

Now, she questioned, “has my bad boy learned who makes the rules?” SPANK “Yes ma’am, you do,” I cried. “Are you going to do as I say, when I say?” SPANK “Yes ma’am always.” SPANK “You are lying,” she said, in addition to a blistered bottom, how would you like to go to work with the fresh taste of soap in your mouth?”“No ma’am, please don’t do that.”“Then answer the question without exaggeration.” The brush came down three times and I cried, “I will always try to be good and to follow your rules,”“That’s better,’ she said, “and when you do break the rules, and you will, what can you expect from me?”“You will punish me as you see fit,” I said. “Right.” SPANK “Now I am going to finish this spanking. When I get through you are to go stand in the corner until you can stop crying. Then wash your face, and come to me for inspection before you go to work. Understand?”“YYYes ma’am.”“Good, now one last thing. You are going to beg me to spank you in a manner that you know I will anyway.” If you do a good job and ask me nice, I might go easier on you. If not………. When the alarm sounded the next morning, , I was out of bed and into the shower. I think she was somewhat disappointed that she was not going to get to take me to task again. She needn’t worry, there will be other times and other reasons. If I didn’t see to it with my actions, she would think of something, of that I was sure. This was a new wrinkle. She had never ever wanted me to beg to be spanked. Now she not only wanted it, she was demanding it. “Well?” she questioned. “Ma’am, I have been a very naughty boy and deserve your loving discipline. I beg you to spank my bare bottom as long and as hard as you think necessary. The spanking should be such that I will not soon forget what will happen if I go against your wishes or otherwise act naughty. I ask that you spank me now, as I need it and want to be purged of all my guilt.”Well Mike, you can either take a spanking from me, now; or when we go to your mom’s place this weekend she will pull down your pants and spank you in front of me.” Mike, stand still and take this. Stop moving or I will have your mom show me how when we get there tomorrow night!”

Eventually, the bumpy ride leads to some interesting developments and a frustrated Deb yields to the temptation to ride a bit more than Mike's lap. I really was being punished. This was no play acting on her part, it was the real thing. The worst part was she was right. I should remember to write down the withdrawals, but for some reason I usually forget. Now my ass was paying for it, and if the warm up was any indication, it was going to be a long, painful evening. I didn’t know how right I was. A couple of weeks later Debby told me that Sandra met a man she likes and that they may be coming over some time. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know that Debby is in charge of the discipline in our house and I will be there no matter what. I am talking to you at the moment, and you better hear me loud and clear: you are now grounded for Saturday AND Sunday, young man. You’d better cut your losses and start showing me some respect, or it will be two weekends.” My wife began spanking me two years ago. She had asked me twice to wash the dishes. I kept repeating: “In a minute dear,” but kept loafing in bed reading sports magazines. Finally, my wife silently entered the bedroom in her soft flowery nightgown and got into bed. As we both nodded off, we began to cuddle. She is so beautiful. I love her hips and her bottom and her auburn eyes. I was almost asleep when I thought she murmured, “There will be a new regime tomorrow morning. We’re going to discuss your not helping enough and then I’m going to discipline you. This woke me up. I wondered if she’d put me over her lovely, maternal lap and spank me. If she did I would be easily overpowered because I’m smaller than her. “But…” I turned to her, but she was fast asleep.I sat there staring at her naked foot for several minutes, partly because my nerves were getting the best of me. If she woke up and caught me, not only was my marriage possibly ruined, but her husband is an executive in my company. My career could be impacted as well. I’ll stop when I’m good and ready,” she told me, “and for the next few days you’re going to think about why you got this whipping every time you sit down.” She gave me another thirty or so swats before she laid her paddle on the table and said, “that should be warm enough. Now I want you to get up and go in the bedroom. I’ll be in in a couple of minutes, and you know how I want you.”“Yes ma’am,” I replied standing up. “Tell me,” she demanded, wanting to hear it from me. And was there more? Didn’t you lie and say you had not been deliberately giving me the silent treatment?”