the Spanked Wife Story

I run a pretty tight ship in my family. My father was in Navy, as I am, and we do not believe in nonsense in the Navy. Discipline is the order of the day.

I have four children, three girls and a boy. They are all strapped soundly when they need it, which isn’t that often, as they are pretty good kids. We have a procedure that we have all agreed to for this process. The whole family gets involved. We all troop down to the den and watch while I hike the naughty child over my knee, bare his or her bottom and wallop the daylights out of the child with a leather belt.

This procedure has worked very well and I rarely had to use it, though I certainly don’t hesitate if it is needed. I can distinctly remember when we came up with this system. It was on a Saturday afternoon during a family meeting. Larry, the oldest at thirteen, was complaining that the girls never got punished as hard as him.

“Is that true, girls?” I asked.
“No way!” said Rebecca, the eleven-year-old girl. “You spank us hard!” exclaimed Tina, the youngest at age eight. Dana, age nine, agreed.

Of course a large argument broke out. I called for quiet and when I had it I explained an idea I had. “I’ll tell you what we can do. So that everyone knows just what kind of punishment the others are getting from now on everyone will watch the other being punished.” At first the kids didn’t like this idea, but then everyone decided it was fair. We agreed to use the new system them next time someone needed a spanking.

Almost month went by with no incidents. As I said, these kids are usually pretty good. Soon, however, something happened that changed everything. We heard that one of the neighbor kids was caught with a cigarette. Smoking is very forbidden at my house. I abhor it. My wife had to quit before I would marry her.

“Kids,” I said sternly one morning after I heard the rumor, “you all know what would happen if I caught you smoking, don’t you?” There were cries of “Yes, Father.”

I stood in front of everyone and boldly proclaimed, “If I catch any member of this household with a cigarette he or she will be taken to the den and spanked in front of everyone! Any questions?”
“No, sir!”

A week later Larry caught his mom with a cigarette.
I couldn’t believe it. “Madeline, how could you!”
“I’m sorry, dear. It was just the one–I haven’t done it for months, I swear it!”
Of course Larry immediately reminded me of my promise. “That’s ridiculous,” said my wife. “He was talking about you kids.”
“Dad specifically said, ‘anyone caught with a cigarette,’ Mom,” said Larry boldly. “It’s not fair to change the rules now!”
“The kid has a point, dear,” I said in my sweetest voice, and Madeline just glared at me.
“If you think for one second…”

I cut her off with a way of my hand. “Larry, go get your sisters and meet us downstairs in the den. We’ll join you in a minute.” He ran off with a huge grin on his face and I ignored the shocked and rather ugly expression distorting my wife’s pretty face.
“Reginald Derek Johnson!” she growled at me. “What the _hell_ do you think you are doing!”
“I’m doing exactly what I promised. I stated the rule–you were there. I can’t back out on the rule now. Think of the example that sets for the kids! Besides, I think this will do you a world of good.”
“You can’t seriously–“
“A serious as I’ve ever been, dear.”

My wife of seventeen years glared at me with malignant fury. “I will _not_ do it. I won’t let you. You can’t!”
I calmly took her arm in a firm grip and smiled at her. “You have no choice. Either you do this now or I’ll paddle your bottom every night for a month!”
She submitted. I could tell she wasn’t happy about it at all, but she knew better than to argue with me once she saw my mind was made up. It didn’t take long for us all to be gathered downstairs in the den, Madeline looking sulky and depressed.

“Cheer up, Mom,” said perky Dana with a broad smile. “It isn’t _that_ bad.”
“Yeah, Mom. It’ll be over quick!” giggled Rebecca.
My wife didn’t say a word.

I pulled the old armless wooden chair to the center of the room and took my seat. “All right, Madeline. Please come forward for your spanking.” Head bowed, she came forward. She looked ready to spit nails.

“I assume everyone–including you, my dear–is aware of what you have done to earn this spanking?” Everyone nodded. “And what did you do, Madeline?”
She glared at me without speaking for a moment. “I smoked a cigarette,” she said finally.
“And what is the rule about cigarettes?”
“No one in this house is permitted to smoke.”
“Excellent my dear. And finally, what is the punishment for breaking that no-smoking rule?”
“A spanking.”
I nodded. “A spanking. A long, bare-bottomed spanking with a belt. Which you are about to receive. Now bare your bottom!”
My wife didn’t move. “Didn’t you hear me?” I asked.
“Please, Reg,” she begged, her face growing red. “Not in front of the kids. That isn’t fair.”
“It’s just as fair as them getting spanked in front of you,” I pointed out. “Besides, you should have thought of that before you decided to light a Lucky. Now bare your bottom or I’ll give you a session with the paddle _before_ the strap!”
Madeline slowly began to take off her skirt. With nearly every movement she paused and looked at me as though to make sure I wouldn’t let her out of this humiliating situation, but I was adamant. Eventually her skirt was draped over a nearby chair and Maddy was only in her panties.

Now she’s filled out over the years but she’s still a fine-looking woman. Her bottom is a little softer than it used to be, I suppose, but it’s still shapely. I felt myself growing erect just knowing what was to come.
“Keep going,” I said. Tears were in her eyes but she obeyed, slowly, inch by inch. Finally her panties were down off her bottom, and then mid-thigh, and in a furious gesture I reached out and yanked them down to her ankles. “Step out of them and get over my lap!”

She obeyed with alacrity and immediately stretched out across my legs. Now I’m a big man but it still felt rather awkward to have an adult lying across my lap. Her big bottom was sticking up in the air, naked and trembling, and I put my hand on it and it felt so silky and soft I just could hardly wait to begin.
I gave her light hand-spanking to start. Just a few dozen wallops to warm her up and get me into the “swing” of things. Then I had Larry fetch me the leather belt. Normally this was something the spankee would do, of course, but I felt some mercy to Madeline was in order. She’d cooperated so far. No sense in making her walk naked across the room to fetch the belt.

The belt is thick and heavy and I measured off a section about eighteen inches long and raised it high above my head and brought it down as hard as I could across my wife’s bared rump. There was a loud slap, a strangled gurgle from Maddy, and gasps and giggles from the kids. I walloped my wife again and again and again and soon she was howling and begging me for mercy. I didn’t slow down but continued, just like I would have for any of the kids.

I laid down a couple dozen strokes across her ass, a couple dozen across her spread thighs, and then a final dozen across her bottom. She was sobbing when I stopped, my hands casually rubbing the red welted stripes and feeling the tremendous heat radiating from her skin.

“How’s that feel there, Maddy? Good and hot? Feel the urge to smoke a cigarette now? No? Good!” I gave her a couple of sharp swats with my hand and lifted her to her feet. Her face was flushed with shame and she didn’t even wait to grab her skirt but ran up the stairs as though her ass was on fire… which it was, of course.

I looked at the kids and no one said anything. I think they were all thinking that sometime in the future each of them would be in her position, naked and strapped across my lap while everyone else watched. And in fact, it wasn’t that long before Becky made that prediction come true….

But that’s another story.

生日提醒 — 打屁股





我記得我十五歲生日那年,我非常想要有一個生日派對,媽咪答應我可以舉辦。我邀請了很多朋友,還有一些我喜歡的迷人的男孩^^,這真的是一個很棒的派對,有著蛋糕、冰淇淋……,又因為這是星期五晚上,每一個人都可以留得晚一點。我們大家一起看星際大戰錄影帶,一起狼吞虎嚥的吃東西。我們一直玩到十一點,父母都來接他們的小孩了,大家才回家。我記得當我送走最後一位客人和他說再見,關上門時,我好快樂。我收到一些很酷的禮物,而且有一個我偷偷暗戀的男孩跟 Martha Peterson 說他喜歡我,一想到我就覺得不好意思。我聽到爹地深沉的聲音響起。



Birthday Spanking

  I’m nineteen years old and it’s my first birthday away from home. I really miss my family , and strangely enough, my father’s birthday tradition.

  My father is a strict disciplinarian. We were always spanked growing up , but it wasn’t a big deal or anything. My brother and I were pretty good kids. I vaguely remember get spanked a lot when I was really young, but I can only distinctly remember a few spankings after the age of ten.
  Except for the birthday spankings , that is. Daddy started those when I was five years old. Ten spanks for each year, delivered bare bottom across his lap with his hand. When I turned thirteen he switched to a wooden paddle , and that really hurt.(It was still in the bare across his lap.)
  My brother got them too , just the same way. When other kids were talking excitedly about their 16th birthday my brother and I just looked at each other rather uncomfortably. We were glad to grow older and enjoyed the new freedoms and responsibilities , but we didn’t enjoy the spanking. At least that’s what I thought then.

  I remember my fifteenth birthday. I wanted a party really bad and my mom said I could. I invited over lots of my friends and a number of really cute boys I liked. It was a great party, with cake and ice cream and since it was a Friday night everyone stayed late and we watched _Star_Wars_ on video and pigged out. Finally at eleven o’clock everyone had to leave and parents began arriving, picking up their kids. I remember feeling so happy as I waved good-bye and closed the door after the last guest. I’d gotten some cool presents and one of the guys I secretly liked had told Martha Peterson that he liked me. I was blushing as I thought of this when I heard my father’s deep voice.

  ”Well , now, that was a great party , dear. I think it’s now time for your birthday spanking ,don’t you think ?”
  My world just dropped out from under me. I felt this huge hole in my stomach as I thought of what was to come. I’d totally forgotten about the birthday ritual and it all came back suddenly, the weeks of dread and the horrid realization that this year I’d get 150 smacks !
  I slowly followed my father up to my room and changed into my pajamas. Then I went across his lap and down came my pajama bottoms and panties. It had been almost a year since my last spanking and all I could think about was how much this was going to hurt.
  Daddy patted my bottom gently and placed the paddle against my skin. The wood felt cool and hard and I knew this was going to hurt.

  ”You know I love you, Darla, don’t you?”
  ”Yes, Daddy.”
  ”I do this so that I don’t have to do it throughout the year, you know that, right?”
  ”Yes, Daddy.”
  ”It’s a good reminder of what will happen if you disobey.”  ”Yes, Daddy.”
  ”Are you ready?”
  ”I-I suppose.”
  ”This year you are fifteen, so that’s 150 smacks, girl. This is going to hurt, I’m afraid, but you are becoming an adult. You can take it.”

  Then he spanked me hard and long. It seemed to last forever. Even though it was only ten more than last year it seemed much, much worse. That paddle just kept slamming into me and I wept and tried not to cry out or wiggle to much. I remember how incredibly depressed I was when we reached 75--we were only half done !

  When it was finally over Daddy pulled my panties and pants back on and made me sit in his lap. He hugged me tightly and told me how much he loved me. He wiped away my tears and smooth my hair out of my eyes and kissed my cheek.
  I always remember feeling warm and safe in his arms after his spankings ,and I would hug him impossibly hard and hold on to him with all my strength, as though he could protect from his own firm hand. Strange, but back then I never realized the incongruity of it. It just seemed natural.

  I remember last year’s spanking. I was eighteen, a senior in high school, popular and pretty, and planning to go to college and study law. Daddy was so proud of me. “This is the last time,” he whispered as he guided me across his lap. “You are an adult now and don’t need this any more.

  I just felt fear and dread. My face flushed terribly and I felt impossibly humiliated as he pulled down my panties , even though this had happened many times before. There was a degree of excitement and arousal and anticipation, as always, but there wasn’t much pleasure about the paddling. It just hurt! And hurt and hurt and hurt! It lasted about a half hour(I looked at the clock ).

  I was sobbing like a baby when he finished and gathered me in his arms. He told me he loved me and talked with me a long time about my career, the future, and what kind of a person he wanted me to be. He spoke of the values he’d hoped he’d instilled in me and how good and strong a person I was. He made me feel so special and capable of accomplishing anything I set out to do. I remember falling asleep that night with a big smile on my face, my heart pounding with excitement about the future. I would make my daddy proud!

  I look at the clock. Three o’clock in the morning! I still can’t sleep. All I can think about is my father and those terrible, wonderful birthday spankings. I get out of bed and go to the window of my dorm room. It is dark and quiet outside. My roommate is sound asleep. She sleeps through earthquakes. Carefully I pick up the telephone.

  ”Darla! What’s wrong !”
  ”Nothing, Daddy. I-I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you.”“
  ”Oh , honey, that’s nice. I miss you too, you know. I wish you could have been here for your birthday.”
  ”I know. You said that this morning.”
  ”Well, you are coming home this weekend, right?”
  ”Good.” His deep voice couldn’t disguise the deep emotion he felt. It made me feel all warm inside.
  ”Yeah ?”
  ”I know I’m a big girl now, and I certainly don’t _need_ it, but…… do you think …… I mean , it won’t be on my birthday or anything ,but I’ll be home on Friday. Could you ……?” I couldn’t voice what I was saying.

  There was a long pause. Then I heard my father’s voice, firm and confident as always, safe secure.

  ”You wanting a birthday spanking, honey?”
  ”Yes, Daddy, please. I can’t sleep.”
  ”No problem, dear. I’ll see you on Friday. Let’s see…… you’re nineteen today, right?”
  ”Uhuh.” My voice betrayed my nervousness.
  ”Good. I love you.”
  ”I love you too , Daddy.”
  There was a click and the room fell silent. I slipped back into bed with a familiar pit in my stomach. Friday suddenly seemed to much closer. I shivered. What had I done? Was I crazy? All my life I couldn’t wait for those spankings to end. Now here I was practically begging for one. I shook my head and leaned back onto my pillow. In seconds I was sleeping peacefully.