A HUSBAND SPANKED
" Have a bath, be in punishment clothes, and standing in the corner when I come home. I am fed up with your grumpiness and general untidiness ."
He rereads the note feeling a mixture of excitement and dread………like he always does when he knows he’s going to be punished.
He looks at his watch 5.30pm he has ¾ of an hour until she’s likely to be
home………..He wonders if he should try and make amends by quickly tidying
away some of his mess…….. Would that please her? He decides to anyway. Why
was he so untidy? It wasn’t fair he did try to be good. He finishes the
tidying and looks at his watch again oh no! It’s already 6 o’clock. He
quickly goes upstairs and turns the taps on. While the bath is running he
selects his clothes and lays them out on the bed 6.07pm quickly, he realizes he
must hurry if he’s to be in the corner when she gets home.
It’s 6.15 PM and he just makes it to the corner of the bedroom when he hears
her key in the lock. Immediately he feels the familiar rising as he imagines what is going to happen
to him in the next few minutes. He listens as she moves around downstairs feeding the cats and pouring herself a
glass of wine he wants to call out to her “hello” but he fights the urge
knowing that corner time is the time for quiet reflection of his bad behaviour.
He hears the drawer in the kitchen unit opening and utensils rattling…he is
filled with dread as he realizes she must be selecting the wooden spoon, he
doesn’t want to feel that on his bum he had hoped she might just use her hand.
Oh, no she’s coming up the stairs his buttocks tighten instinctively as he
realizes his impending punishment is almost upon him.
He listens as she goes into the bathroom the sharp intake of breath when she
sees the dirty smelly water still in the tub……….oh no he forgot the plug
that will make her madder still. She comes into the bedroom, again he fights the urge to turn and look at her to
try to judge her mood. “Well my darling I can see you have been busy trying to
tidy away your mess, what a shame it takes the thought of a good spanking to
make u tidy up after yourself.” He remains silent knowing from experience that
her rhetorical question didn’t need answering.
“So my darling what do u need to say to me?” He hates this bit having to ask
his punishment, to ask her to spank him. “ I’m sorry I’ve been so untidy
and grumpy lately please will u spank me so that I can learn to be a better
husband for you.”
She sits down comfortably on the bed her back supported by the pillows and lays
the wooden spoon on the table beside her. “Ok my darling you can come and get
into position.” she says with an air of authority. With a feeling of dread he
walks over to her and lays himself over her lap he has to wriggle a bit to get
into a comfortable position she parts her legs slightly to accommodate his
swelling member. As he lies waiting for her to start the lecture he tries to
think about anything other than the forthcoming spanking he is about to receive
.
During the lecture, which seems to go on and on he just wishes she’d shut up and get on with the spanking. At last, he feels her hand patting his bum, a signal for him to lift up so she can lower his underpants. He grits his teeth as he waits for the first spank to fall clenching his buttock cheeks but it doesn’t come he relaxes and then tenses again as she reaches for the wooden spoon. Thwackkk, she hits his right cheek and almost immediately, his left, spank, and continues the same pattern for the next ten spanks. Almost as soon as he wished she’d just get on with it, he wishes she was still lecturing him instead of smacking his bum with that horrible spoon. Nevertheless, although the whacks hurt his poor throbbing bum he can feel his member tingling with delight he can’t help feeling betrayed; how can ‘he’ be enjoying this when my poor bum feels like it’s on fire? He wonders to himself.
She rubs his aching cheeks for a while. He doesn’t mind this bit; but from
experience he knows there’s more to come…………..thwack, thwack, thwack,
thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack she applies the spoon again to his
quickly reddening cheeks he can’t help struggling a bit as she increases the
pace his poor bum feels like it’s on fire. After about 30 spanks, she again
rests a while and rubs his cheeks. “Good boy you’re doing very well.” She
praises. He fights the urge to plead with her to stop spanking him knowing that
if he did she would just say that that had earned him more punishment. “How
can u be enjoying this?” he silently mutters to his swollen member “my arse
feels like it’s on fire and you’re having a party………” She finishes the nice warm stroking with a sharp slap that makes him cry out
with surprise at the suddenness, “how can a hand that was doing something so
nice be so mean and vicious?” he wonders.
Slap, slap, slap, slap she applies the spoon again and again to his aching
cheeks and he can’t help but moan as the throbbing in his bum increases a
totally different kind of throbbing to the one from his traitor… At last he
feels the pace slowing down just as he was starting to think he wouldn’t be
able to take any more she stops. She reaches into the drawer and takes out some
cream, which she applies liberally to his swollen, sore cheeks. “All done my
darling, I forgive you.” She says as she rubs the cream into his bum. He slides off her lap and rolls
over onto his back his cock standing to attention waiting for administrations of
a very different kind.
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