Imagine His Shame When His Why Spanked Him In Front of Her Friends
It was the morning of one of my days off.
She announced, “Let’s start the housecleaning for this evening.”
I looked at her, puzzled. “Something…this evening I don’t know about?”
“Oh… I may have neglected to mention, I’m having a few girl friends over.”
“Yes, you may have neglected that. Do you want me to be elsewhere?”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary.”
“Oh… hmm… since you’ve never had such a get-together at our house before this, may I inquire as to the raison d’etre for this one?”
“Um, nothing special. Just a few girls I’ve chatted online with, trying to have three- and four-way conversations, and we decided it would be nice to be able to sit and gossip, face to face.”
In time, we had the house up to her standard for guests, and she sent me off to the market with a list of snacks and such.
I returned, and we both showered, and dressed.
I helped with setting up the dining room table, setting out snacks, then made myself scarce in the bedroom, to watch t.v. as her guests starting arriving.
I heard the doorbell ring several times, and a mix of female voices coming from the living room.
After an hour or so, Mary came into the bed, with an odd look. I looked up at her, and she said, “The girls would like to talk to you…”
I was puzzled, but got up off the bed and followed her to the living room, where Nicole and Erica sat on the couch, and Jaclyn sat on a side chair.
“They are going to ask you questions. I am going to stand behind you so you don’t look to me for guidance or instruction. Answer honestly. If I do not like the question, I will interrupt. So, Nicole, first?”
“Mmmm… in this household, are you equals, or is one of you, the ‘boss’?”
I chuckled, once. “SHE is the boss, no question about it.”
Nicole nodded, and Erica asked, “Who does the basic household chores?”
“We share, based on what we do best. We do our own laundry, because she is fussy about hers, and I am ..uh… not. She prefers to do the cooking, so I clean up afterwards. We share in sweeping and mopping, like we’ll take a day, like today, earlier, and do the whole house. I do the bathroom, it’s just easier for me to get down on my knees. So, it’s, um, shared.”
Jaclyn asked, “In the bedroom, intimate time … who initiates, who is really in charge?”
“Mmmm. She initiates … and … she is in charge.”
Nicole asked, “Do you ever have disagreements?”
“How do you settle them?”
“She has the final word, although on occasion, she has to remind me.”
Erica asked, “Do you have in place what some people call ‘household rules’?”
She continued, “Are these rules for both of you?”
“Um, no. Just me.”
She continued, “Are there rules that apply to her?”
“Well… Ones applied to me, they are ‘rules’. Applied to her, they are called ‘guidelines’.”
Jaclyn jumped in. “How are they different?”
“Umm. If she goes outside a guideline, I am supposed to gently remind her. If I break a rule ….” I said, and I stopped, shifting on my feet.
“… I am subject to punishment, either immediately, or soon thereafter.”
Nicole asked, “Punishment? Give an example.”
“Um… like, corporal. Spanking.”
Erica giggled, and said, “Spanked? Like, um, on your pants? Pants down?”
“I almost always have to get completely undressed first.”
They were all grinning, and Jaclyn asked, “Go on, what then?”
“It depends on the rule, and, really, her mood. Sometimes, she sits in a chair, like that one, and I bend over her lap. Or, I bend over the back of the chair, or the edge of the table, or she has me get FDAU … that’s face down, ass up … on the bed. Or I drag out the spanking bench, the one that’s under that blanket, over there.”
Nicole asked, “And then she … smacks your bottom with her hand?”
“Oh no, her hand would hurt long before I started feeling anything from it. Always, um, hairbrush, or paddle, leather strap, cane, those kinds of things.”
Erica asked, “About how often do you get spanked by her?”
“Mmm, once, maybe twice a week. That’s just for … punishment for breaking rules.”
Jaclyn asked, “What else is there?”
I sighed. “There’s … discipline. Reminders of what can happen, will happen, and worse, if I don’t remember and obey the rules. Discipline is usually not as harshly applied, the spanking don’t last as long … as punishment spankings do.”
Nicole asked, “How frequent is discipline given?”
I shuffled my feet, while looking down at them, and said, “Well … as of the beginning of this New Year, she decided … every evening … that we are home…not at a party or a movie or a munch … and physically well …at exactly eight p.m. …”
Erica said, “Go on. What happens at eight p.m.?”
I closed my eyes, and said, “Some time before eight, I have to … get naked. And get the designated Paddle of Discipline out of the implement drawer. At 8 o’clock sharp, I am supposed to find her, wherever she is, which is usually in here, get on my knees, hold out the paddle, and say, ‘I want and need and deserve your discipline, and I am ready to receive it.”
I opened my eyes. The girls were grinning.
Mary’s voice behind me asked quietly, “What time is it now, dear husband?”
I turned to look at the clock on the wall, and announced, “Seven forty-four.”
“Then, you have about fifteen minutes to get ready.”
I felt the flush in my face, and my mouth opened to protest, but I was able to stop it, and said quietly, “Yes, dear, thank you for the reminder. May I be excused … for now?”
“Of course you may.”
I walked away, back into the bedroom, pulled the paddle out of the drawer, and undressed. I sat down and watched the clock tick down, and at 7:59, I stood up, and walked back into the living room.
Mary was seated in a chair, facing the other ladies.
I stopped in front of her, and knelt, and held out the paddle, with my head bowed, and said, “I want and need and deserve your discipline, and am ready to receive it.”
She took the paddle from my outstretched hands, and said, “I’m not ready yet. We’re in the middle of something here. Get up, and go stand in that corner over there. Make sure your nose is in the corner.
I went to the corner and stood.
The ladies continued their conversation.
They are still talking.
I am still waiting.