His New Wife Believed in Spanking Her Husband Every Day
After a short engagement, they were married, and had a lovely week’s honeymoon, and returned, to make a home together.
It had been one week.
“Jay!” she yelled out, from the bathroom.
I came running, and stood at the door, “Yeah?”
I looked, not sure what I was looking at, and said, “Wha…?”
“The toilet seat is up, again.”
“So…put it down.”
“No, NO. We’ve had this discussion. When I use it, of course the seat is down. Only you put it up to pee, and you need to learn to put it back down. Remember that discussion?”
“Yeah, yeah. I remember, no need to get all bent about it.”
“Okay…that is IT. Go to the bedroom, I’m giving you a spanking.”
“I’ve warned you once about the seat, and now you’re being snide about it. You are getting a spanking from me.”
“You can’t be serious…”
“I can’t? You’re about to find out,” and she grabbed my left arm and pulled me into the bedroom.
We entered the bedroom. She pulled a wooden Spencer-type paddle from a drawer, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Get undressed,” she said, slowly and grimly.
“When I spank you, and this may be the first time, but I’m sure it will be a regular occurrence, you will get naked beforehand. Now, STRIP!”
Her commanding tone caught me severely off guard, and after a moment’s hesitation, I began undressing, and then I was naked.
She motioned to me, and I went to her, and bent over her lap, with my feet on the ground on her right side, the palms of my hands on the ground on her left.
I felt the paddle touch my buttocks, then it lifted away, then landed hard – SMACK — and I moaned, and kicked my right foot.
She continued, with rapid smacks, alternately to my right and left buttocks, center, upper, lower, as I kicked and groaned.
My right hand reached back as if to deflect the blows, and her left hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm up behind my back, then she lifted her right leg out from under my legs, and placed it on top of and behind me knees. She returned to the spanking, and I could not move, I could only moan, groan, protest, and eventually I started to sob.
My cries seem to urge her to spank harder, as that is what she did, intensifying the pain in my bottom, and I cried louder.
She stopped, and sat still, waiting until my sobs died out.
“Now get off me, down on your knees in front of me.”
I knelt, and she put the index finger of her right hand under the point of my chin, bringing my face up, for my eyes to meet hers, and she said, “I will spank you whenever I think you should have it, and you will not argue with me when I decide to do so, or else it will go really badly for you. Understand?”
“Now then,” she said, and she put down the paddle, and lifted her bottom enough to pull down her own shorts and panties to her feet, and said, “Your tongue, my clit. Now.”
I moved in between her spread thighs, and my head, my mouth went to her crotch, my extended tongue into her vagina, and up to the top of the slit, and she moaned, and pressed down with her hands on the top of my head, and groaned louder. Her body shook, and she gasped, “OOOOOhhhhhh…”
She pushed my head away, and said, “Stand up.”
I did, and she looked at my crotched.
And smiled, at the erection she saw but didn’t expect.
She pulled her t-shirt up and off, and scooted herself further up the bed, and said, “C’mon, big boy….”
I climbed onto the bed, in between her spread legs, and her left hand guided my stiff member into her damp slit, and I pushed on inward as she moaned, and I pulled out, and pushed in, faster, then stopping, then slower, then faster again, and she moaned loudly into my right ear, and I held her tightly and groaned in my orgasm.
We lay together, still coupled, not moving, as we caught our breath.
She said, “Now, get up off me, and I’ll show you what happens to naughty boys who get aroused by being spanked.”
I pulled my softening penis out of her, and scooted back and off the bed, and stood, puzzled.
She moved over to the edge of the bed and sat upright, feet on the floor, picked up the paddle, and said, “Get over here.”
My mouth opened to protest, and she said, “You aren’t going to argue, are you?”
My mouth closed, and I bent over her lap.
She didn’t wait for my gyrations this time. She immediately yanked up my right arm behind my back, and placed her right leg over the back of my legs, and began paddling my bottom vigorously, as I moaned and whimpered, and after a few minutes, starting crying.
She finally stopped, and said, “Stand up, follow me to the living room.”
I followed, and she said, “This corner, right here. Stand here, do not let me see you rubbing that bottom, until I dismiss you. Stay here until I say so.”
I stood, and could hear her footsteps in the background, going from this room to that room, and back again.
After quite a while, she said, “Turn around, and come here.”
I turned and walked to where she sat on the couch.
“Down, on your knees, in front of me.”
“So, I’ve decided that, not only are you going to get punishment spankings, like this one, whenever I think you deserve it, you are going to get regular, and I mean a daily, discipline spanking. Which means, every night, just before eight, you will go into the bedroom and strip, naked … actually, I don’t care in what room you strip … but you saw in the bedroom where I keep the paddle, you will fetch the paddle, and bring it to me, wherever I am, which will usually be right here, and you will present the paddle to me at exactly 8 o’clock, and you will say, ‘I am ready.’ Do you understand?”
“Y..yes, uh, ma’am.”
“Okay, we are not doing ‘mistress’ or ‘ma’am’ or ‘honey’ or ‘dear’ during disciplinary sessions. You will address me at those times as ‘Mywife’.”
“I .. I understand, Mywife.”
“Good! Okay, we’re done … until 8 o’clock, it DOES start tonight. Go take a shower, you need one.”
I got up, and walked off to the bathroom.