Saturday, May 6, 2017

Mrs. Murphy's Report Card - MF Spanking Story



School Vice-Principal , Janice Murphy checked her emails.
It was the usual mundane stuff , with one exception , from ‘hmurphy’, her husband Harold.
Suddenly ,Janice felt as guilty as one of the students sent to her office.
The title on the email was ‘ Report Card – Janice Murphy – April’
A sense of excitement  and anticipation pulsed through her veins when she clicked on it.

The body of the message was brief and it had an attachment:
'Attached is your Report Card for April.
We have a reservation at Giovanni’s at 8 , and don’t forget the paddle!
Love Harold'

Janice felt her face flush and her heart pound.
“Darn…I’d forgotten it was that time again .”she sighed as she opened the attachment:

                                 REPORT CARD – APRIL 
Student: Janice Murphy 
Prepared by: Harold Murphy
            GRADE
Rudeness & lack of manners               C-
Overspending D
Tardiness C-
Household Chores C+
Nagging C+
Truthfulness D

OVERALL GRADE: C-

COMMENTS: Janice has regressed  back to her old ways and poor habits including unauthorized purchases, lying , smoking and general moodiness. Significant correction is required.

RECOMMENDED ACTION: 6 swats of the paddle and a good sound spanking.

Janice had mixed feelings of dread ,  anticipation and excitement and could feel her bottom positively tingling at the very thought of a good spanking on her bare bottom.
She chuckled at the irony of the situation.
It was her job to paddle students backsides for poor behaviour , and now that very same paddle was going to be used on the Vice- Principal’s  naughty bottom.

Despite her obvious distraction , she tried to focus on her work.
Her first task was to call the Brennan's to discuss  their daughter Tiffany’s rude behaviour in class.
Mrs. Tina Brennan’s opening tone did not auger well for the telephone discussion.
She was angry, hostile and aggressive,  barely allowing Janice to get a word in.

Janice’s ears burned as Tina launched into a profanity-laced tirade , blaming the school and everyone except Tiffany for her daughter’s poor behaviour .
Despite Janice’s best efforts to calm the woman ,  the conversation deteriorated ,  ending with Tina calling the Vice Principal ‘ an incompetent bitch ‘ and slamming down the phone.

Janice took a deep breath and prepared herself for another verbal blast when she called Mr. Jack Brennan at work.
She was relieved when a  polite, soft-spoken male voice answered.
Unlike his wife, Mr. Brennan listened to Janice , understood the problem and thanked her for calling.
“It’s very important that you and your wife BOTH meet with me Mr. Brennan , I was wondering if you could persuade her to attend ?” she asked Jack.
Jack Brennan’s  polite tone changed when Janice informed him about his wife’s angry tirade.

“I do apologize  Mrs. Murphy , but you can see where Tiffany gets her poor manners from . Let me  assure you that Mrs. Brennan will be at your office at 2pm ! In fact I’m going home right now to have a little….er….’chat’ with her  about the way she spoke to you.....” he began , then surprised Janice  adding, “....she's going to need a pillow to sit on at our meeting once I'm done with her !“ 
For most people , Jack’s comment may have been overlooked , but lifelong ‘spanko’ Janice Murphy knew exactly what was in store for the rude Mrs. Brennan .

Janice went back to work ,  but that tingling in her bottom had returned and all she could think of was her own impending spanking , and an image of Tina Brennan sprawled over her husband's lap receiving  a well-deserved bottom warming.

“Mr. & Mrs. Brennan are here for their appointment.” Janice's secretary said.
Janice rose from her chair and greeted the couple warmly.
Mr. Brennan looked relaxed , in contrast to his wife , who appeared subdued and nervous.
Janice’s sharp eye caught Tina wince as  her palm rubbed the seat of her slacks ….. a sure signs she was feeling the effects of a darn good spanking!

Jack had threatened Tina with a spanking many times before , but this latest incident was the last straw .
The second Jack’s car had screeched into the driveway in the middle of the afternoon , Tina knew she was in trouble.
She had ran to lock herself in the bathroom , but was not quick enough to elude Jack’s grasp .
There was no need for any discussion. Tina knew exactly why she was draped over her husband’s lap but was still hopeful she could charm her way out of a spanking as she had done many times before.

Not this time ! Jack immediately peeled down her skinny jeans and skimpy undies and began spanking her bare bottom with the big wooden spoon he scooped up  from the kitchen.
He spanked her so furiously , the spoon broke into two pieces but he continued spanking her with his palm hand until her bottom was blazing red and on fire.

In fact , after her spanking , Tina’s bottom was so swollen and sore , that squeezing back into her tight jeans was not an option ,  so she opted for some comfortable slacks.

“Before we start , my wife has something to say to you Mrs. Murphy “ Jack said.
Like a naughty schoolgirl,  Tina Brennan hung her head and stammered out an apology in a low voice.
Janice  politely accepted the apology and beckoned the couple to sit.
She planned to make this meeting a long one so she could watch this rude lady squirm on her well spanked bottom.
Janice hid a chuckle when Tina let out an involuntary “OOOH” upon sitting down. 

Throughout  the meeting , Janice was distracted with visions of the diminutive blonde draped over her husband’s strong lap and longed to be lying over her own husband’s lap and to be squirming on a hot bottom as they dined at Giovanni’s.

When the meeting concluded , Janice’s phone rang and she noticed it was her husband.
“Do you mind if I take this? It’s my Husband.” she asked the Brennan's.
On the other end , Harold’s deep , firm voice asked his wife if she had seen her report card.
Janice blushed , quietly whispering that she had.

“Then don’t forget to bring the paddle home for your 6 ‘Murphy specials ‘ , you won’t be able to sit down for quite a while by the time I’m finished with you young lady !
Now don’t you dare be late  or I'll be adding extra swats . Our reservation is at 8 and I want to make sure your naughty bottom is taken care of before we leave!”

“Yes dear .”Janice replied sheepishly, her blush deepening .
“Is everything ok Mrs. Murphy?” Jack asked with concern.
Janice forced a smile and tried to look relaxed but her voice crackled nervously when she replied.
“Ahem….why thank you Mr. Brennan ….it was just my husband reminding me about our dinner engagement this evening…….you see I have a tendency to be late ....quite often.”

Jack grinned impishly,  sensing a connection with a fellow ‘spanko’.
“Well we don't want to get you in trouble for keeping Mr. Murphy late ….and Tina and I have some important matters to discuss at home….don’t we darling?” he said putting a palm on Tina’s shapely thigh.
Tina squirmed on her seat and blushed.
“If the meeting is over I'd like to stand if I may Mrs.Murphy?” she asked meekly.
Satisfied Tina had suffered enough.....and was likely in for more  , Mrs. Murphy ended the meeting.
Tina stood up , gasping with relief and rubbing the seat of her slacks .

 Jack moved closer to Janice and whispered in her ear.
“I was wondering if I could ..er…um…borrow your paddle for the evening Mrs. Murphy?”
Janice pretended to look shocked and Jack leaned closer.
“That  spanking I gave Tina this afternoon was just the appitizer , she needs a good dose of the paddle for the main course.” he said.

Janice was thrilled by Jack's comment , “Unfortunately my husband has reserved the paddle for this evening Mr. Brennan , to take care of my tardiness and ..er...other issues , but  I’m quite sure a resourceful man like yourself can find some other household implement to perform the task.” She replied.
Jack smiled .

Harold Murphy sat in his favourite chair reading his newspaper when Janice arrived home.
He greeted her affectionately with a hug and a kiss and helped her with her coat and bag.
He was already dressed for dinner in a smart blue suit and crisp white shirt.
Janice went upstairs to change  and Harold hurried her along with a playful whack to the seat of her tight pencil skirt.
“Make it fast or you’ll pay with extra licks young lady  ! “ he warned her.
Janice feigned outrage , letting out an exaggerated squeal , "Yes Sir!" before scurrying upstairs.

Meanwhile , over at the Brennan residence, Jack and Tina were enjoying a quiet evening at home .
Tiffany was in her room sulking about being grounded for a week.
The couple lounged together on the sofa enjoying a bottle of wine and Tina snuggled close to Jack .
“Its not fair Jack …..how come Tiffany gets grounded and I get spanked?”She pouted , seductively rubbing her plump bottom.
Jack  stroked her long, blonde hair “Well for one thing , it’s way more fun to spank you!” He teased.

Tina loved being married to a strong man who wasn’t afraid to deal with her temper tantrums.
She was wearing one  of Jacks old t-shirts and raised it to inspect the damaged area.
Jack ogled at his wife’s gorgeous and still glowing globes.
“Oh it still red and it burns so much darling !
Did you know how humiliating it was having to squirm on that hard chair for almost an hour while that Murphy woman sat there gloating? I think she knew I’d been spanked “ Tina ranted indignantly.

Jack looked at her sternly “ Consider yourself lucky that Tiffany is here tonight young lady , because I had every intention of  blistering your butt with the paddle!”
Tina’s jaw dropped in outrage “ Jack! You wouldn’t  dare!"
“I certainly would , but luckily for you ,  Mrs. Murphy’s paddle is not available tonight!” Jack grinned.
“WHAT? You mean Murphy’s getting the paddle? Oh what I’d give to see that!” Tina giggled.

Janice stood under the shower contemplating how Harold would soon be warming her bottom .
At  work her role was to be in charge and administer discipline , so it was refreshing change to come home and have Harold take charge .

The feeling of release was comforting……. and very erotic to her.
Janice loved to wear the steamiest undies she could find when she knew she was in for a spanking, so had an extensive lingerie collection.
This evening  she settled on a matching red lace bra and pantie set with a garter belt , black stockings and heels.
Even though she knew the skimpy undies  offered scant protection from the tanning Harold was about to administer , she loved to show off her lovely bottom to her husband.
At 55 years old , she no longer possessed the slim figure of her youth, but it had pleasantly blossomed with ample breasts, thin waist and curves in all the right places.

Downstairs, Harold placed a straight back chair in the middle of the room and placed the school paddle and hairbrush on it.
He removed his jacket and rolled up his right sleeve.
Eventually , Janice floated haughtily down the staircase, her head up, long hair flowing like a Queen going to her coronation.
To Harold she was a vision – a vision who was in for a darn good spanking!

The routine had been well rehearsed many times before , so words were not required.
There would be lots of time to discuss Janice’s behaviour over dinner - after her chastisement.
Janice walked directly over to the chair, handed her husband the paddle and teased him with a seductive wiggle of her bottom as she bent over the chair .
"I'm ready Sir." she purred , glancing back at her husband.

Harold hoisted his wife’s expensive dress over the curves of her hips and exposed her glorious, twin globes, artistically framed by the red lace lingerie and black stockings.
The sight was a feast to Harold’s eyes.

Positioning himself beside her,  he tapped the paddle lightly on her bottom and  her ample cheeks jiggled provocatively.
A retired School Principal himself , Harold was quite an expert with a paddle.
Janice clenched her cheeks and braced herself for the first swat.
A loud ‘CRAACK’ echoed through the house when the harsh wood connected with Janice’s tender bare skin..
She gritted her teeth and let out a most unladylike grunt from the sheer force of the blow.
It stung beyond belief , but she could also feel the stress of the day stream out of her.

Somehow she was able to maintain some composure for the first two swats , but the third was much harder and produced a loud  shriek “AAAAAAHHH! FUUUUUUCK !”.
Her bottom was smouldering now and she let out involuntary howls when Harold delivered two  more swats in quick succession.
'THWACK!' 'THWACK!' 
"GAAAAAH! OOOOOHOOOO!"

With a deathly grip on the chair , Janice waited for the final swat.
As always it was going to be the hardest.
"CRAAAACK!"
"OOOOOH!  WAAAAAH!"she wailed.
Feeling like her bottom was on fire,  Janice wobbled but remained obediently in position until Harold helped her to her feet.

He sat on the chair ,  permitting  her a brief moment to rub her poor bottom .
“OMIGOSH …..THOSE WERE REAL SCORCHERS HAROLD….MY BUTT IS ON FIRE !” she wailed  , rubbing furiously.
Taking hold of his wife’s wrist, Harold guided her carefully over his lap until her nose was almost touching the floor , bottom high in the air and legs flailing.
Janice felt so vulnerable but at the same time ,  very safe and content under Harold’s expert control.
She gasped when his fingers crept into the waistband of her tiny undies , easing them all the way off.
Teasingly he massaged her glowing  bared cheeks .
Janice cooed , grinding into his crotch.

Starting slowly and building up momentum, Harold’s palm performed a merry dance all over Janice’s bouncing fanny.
Soon Janice was bucking uncontrollably on Harold’s lap.
Her bottom, already red from the paddling was positively glowing now.
There was a brief respite when Harold paused to catch his breath – and  to retrieve the dreaded hairbrush !
Janice gulped tightening her grip on Harold’s leg and tensing her cheeks.

The sound of Harold’s palm was replaced with louder gunshot-like  cracks of the wooden brush on Janice’s tender hide.
Real tears welled in her eyes , and she kicked her legs wildly as Harold soundly walloped every inch of her rear end with the nasty brush.
Her legs thrashed so wildly ,one of her heels flew off and shot across the room.

By now , Janice was physically and emotionally drained but the intensity of the spanking had ignited flames of passion in both of them.
Harold helped his wife to her feet and pulled her tight into his arms .

They kissed passionately as she tried to balance comically on one heel.
Harold took handfuls of his wife’s red-hot globes
and they undressed each other, tossing expensive items of clothing all over the neat room ,  then made love on top of the antique dining table.

Later at the Restaurant, Janice’s squirmed uncomfortably on her seat just as Tina Brennan had earlier in the day.
Over dessert Harold took his wife’s report card from his jacket pocket and handed it too her.
Janice frowned “Pretty bad month for me wasn't it sweetie ?”
Harold nodded and Janice promised to do much better.

He had heard it all before and he was quite sure that in 30 days time , she would be over his lap once again for another bottom warming.
That was fine with Harold, he loved  having a , sexy , naughty wife who enjoyed having her bare bottom spanked.
He gazed around the busy restaurant at the couples of all ages, shapes and sizes and wondered how many of them had been spanked before dinner?

The answer was a lot more than even Harold thought!

2 comments:

  1. Hi Gl. I think I a getting addicted to this site. Even considering letting my BF use the hairbrush on me but I doubt it. Not to say that I would want the right dominate father figure to paddle my bottom. I like your story even though I think the school teacher is supposed to do the spanking. Jan

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  2. I'm glad you are enjoying the stories Jan. Be careful what you wish for!

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