Friday, July 14, 2017
George Butler planted a wet kiss on the cheek of Nora , his wife for 30 years as she cooked breakfast.
He gave her plump rear a playful smack producing an exaggerated "OUCH!" , her expression feigning outrage.
"Behave yourself Mr.Butler!" Nora warned wagging a finger at her husband.
George grinned mischievously , pulling out a chair to take his place at the breakfast table.
It was Nora's turn to laugh when George rose abruptly to his feet as soon as his rear end met the harsh wood of the chair.
"UUUMPH!" he moaned clamping both palms onto the seat of his pants ,
Nora grinned impishly at him , "Would you like a pillow honey?" she teased .
Her husband's face flushed red , but he gratefully accepted the pillow from his wife and gingerly lowered himself onto it .
Nora could not resist gloating at her husband's discomfort.
After all , she and her trusty hairbrush were responsible for his reluctance to sit -and she was darn proud of it !
It had been quite some time since she had George draped over her lap to administer a sound spanking and she had enjoyed it thoroughly.
Leaving George to squirm on his pillowed seat , Nora returned to preparing breakfast.
"Give those two lovebirds a shout that breakfast is ready will you George?" she asked.
Before George could holler , their daughter Susan and her husband of 6 months , Colin , entered the room.
"Good morning Mother!" Susan chirped , disentangling herself from her husband's grasp to give Nora a hug.
Meanwhile , Colin looked ruefully at his Father - in - Law.
"Morning George...." he mumbled to him.
His Father in Law reached for a pillow and tossed it to him.
"Sorry about last night son ...you'll be needing this !" he grinned , attempting to cheer the younger man.
Susan giggled and watched her husband place the pillow on his chair.
"He might need more than one of those Dad.....isn't that so darling!" she teased.
Colin scowled, rubbing the seat of his pants to prepare for the agonizing act of settling into his chair.
The two women cackled at the antics of their sore and sorry men wincing and squirming together.
"It's going to be a long day of the office for you two!" Nora laughed.
"Not to mention a very uncomfortable commute !" her daughter added.
While the women relished their recollection of the previous night's events , George and Colin were visibly contrite.
They both had behaved badly and deserved everything they got - and boy did they ever get it!
"Well Mom , Colin and I had a long 'discussion' last night ....didn't we dear?" Susan began.
"I'd hardly call it a discussion." Colin mumbled , redirecting his gaze at the table.
Susan continued , "Actually it was a very good 'discussion' as I was able to convince Colin to take on some extra work on the weekends to recover the money he squandered. Of course , that means he'll have to give up his precious golf days , which he was reluctant to do at first , but he soon saw it my way .....didn't you Colin?" she continued.
"Er...uh...yes Ma'am...I mean yes Honey." her husband blushed at his slip up.
Susan and her Mother giggled at Colin's expense.
"He called me Ma'am so many times last night , he can't seem to stop!" Susan tittered , playfully giving Colin's cheek a sympathetic tweak before turning to her Mother.
"You were quite right Mother . It's amazing how a husband can become respectful and understanding when his bare bottom has been over your lap for a dose of the hairbrush !" she exclaimed.
Nora smiled , "I'm sure your Father would agree with that....wouldn't you George?".
George grunted and shifted on his seat , "I must agree it certainly has been good for our marriage .....even though it doesn't seem that way at the time!" he added.
Susan was beaming proudly now , "Colin and I also agreed on some ground rules for us to follow ......especially when it comes to finances!" She scowled.
The preceding evening ,Nora and George had been relaxing downstairs when they heard raised voices and commotion from upstairs.
At first they chuckled , shrugging it off as a newlywed squabble , but the tone made it sound serious.
Nora rose to intervene ,but George waved her back to her seat.
"No Nora , we can't interfere, the kids have to resolve these things on their own." George reasoned.
Nora sighed in agreement and reluctantly sat back down.
Moments later there was more shouting , feet pounding , followed by the loud crash of the front door slamming.
This time Nora had to respond when she heard her daughter's sobbing and ran upstairs to console her.
Mom and daughter sat on the bed and , with some prompting ,Susan explained that Colin had lost the couples' vacation savings on a failed investment which he had not not consulted her on.
When Susan had confronted him about the missing funds he became defensive and stormed off in anger.
Meanwhile , George stood , noticably uncomfortably at the door listening , " I think I know where to find Colin....I'll go talk to him."he said and hurried off.
Nora let out a sigh , "Don't worry dear , your father and I went through a very similar incident just after we were married. Like Colin , he meant well but was always chasing hair-brained schemes ...." she recalled.
"What can I do about it Mom?" Susan wailed anxiously .
Her Mother took a deep breath , gripped her daughter's shoulders and gave her a shake.
"Well for starters you need to stop whining , you need to show Colin he married a strong woman !" she scolded.
Her tone made an impression on Susan .
"Listen dear , Colin is like most men . What he did was very wrong and , believe me , he knows it !
But if you let him get away with this , you're marriage is in trouble because he will never respect you .He'll just do the same thing again and again. Men respect a strong woman who will stand up to them and put them in their place when they need it ." Nora explained.
Nora went on , "If I know men , Colin will be back here in an hour or so with flowers and a cheap box of chocolates thinking that you will let him off the hook. ....I know because your Father pulled the same stunt with me 30 years ago!"
Susan's eyes widened , "So what did you do Mom?" she asked excitedly.
Nora rose and opened the top drawer of the nearby dresser.
Her face lit up when she looked inside.
"Good! I figured I'd find it here!" she exclaimed , Scooping up a large wooden hairbrush.
"I gave this to you as a wedding gift for a reason..." she smiled , handing the implement to her daughter.
Susan looked puzzled.
"Let me explain dear..." her Mother began.
Meanwhile in a seedy downtown bar , George had located his errant son in law and set about convincing him to return home and face the music.
"Don't worry Colin ....I know women and they're all the same. All you have to do is go back home, bring them flowers and some chocolates and they will forget the whole thing!" he advised.
Colin was not convinced , "I don't know about that George....Susan was pretty mad."
The older man put a comforting arm around the young man who seemed to be feeling more guilty with every passing moment.
"I went through this years ago with Nora . Trust me Colin, Susan will understand!"
Colin pushed his glass away and looked up at George. "I guess you're right....but where am I going to get flowers and chocolates at this time of night?" he asked.
George patted his back , "Not a problem son...come with me!" he boasted.
If truth be told , George knew he had not been completely honest with his son in law and had told him just enough to convince him to return home. He was quite sure that Nora was already tutoring Susan on what to do when he did.
He painfully recalled that day 30 years ago when he had acted badly and received his just desserts. But he knew if he told Colin what was really in store for him when he arrived home , he would have ordered another drink instead of leaving with him.
His son in law had behaved just as badly as he had and deserved a lesson . A lesson he was only to pleased to lead him into .
George had been just as cocky and arrogant as Colin back then , and was quite sure that he could use his charms to woo his new bride into forgiving him. He did not feel guilty at all , or comprehend the seriousness of his actions.
He had also underestimated the strength and determination of his wife who was ready to give him the comeuppance he so richly deserved when he returned to their small apartment armed with cheap gifts.
Their neighbours in the building were treated to an entertaining soundtrack from the young couples apartment that evening , starting with Nora's voice delivering a scathing scolding followed by the sounds of a hairbrush connecting repeatedly with bare skin and lots of wailing and apologizing from George.
The next morning as he stood at the bus stop, his backside still smarting and bearing the marks of the hairbrush, George had to endure the amused stares and
comments from his fellow commuters.
"The little lady really give it to you good last night sonny!"
"You'll be eating breakfast standing up this week!"
George could only stand there and blush at the teasing and knew it was his own fault.
Colin stood uneasily at the front door of the duplex clutching the wilting flowers and year old chocolates he had obtained at the all night gas station.
"You're sure this will work George?" he asked.
The older man nodded, "It's too late to go back now son!" he replied .
His response did not reassure the younger man , nor did the fact that George was also holding a bunch of flowers to placate his own wife.
The two men opened the door and ventured inside.
Susan stood at the landing of the stairs in her house coat looking very stern and brandishing the hairbrush her mother had given her.
Colin gulped , " Hi sweetie!" he squeaked , his voice faltering.
His wife's eyes narrowed , "Don't you 'sweetie ' me mister.Get up here now!"
Colin looked at his Father in law for support , but George was busy looking nervously at his own wife who was standing with arms folded and her own hairbrush in hand.
Colin anxiously held out the chocolates and flowers but Susan was not impressed , in fact the gesture seemed to incense her even more.
"You know what you can do with those. I said get up here. We're going to have a long discussion that you're going to remember for quite a while!"she lectured.
George smiled nervously at Nora whose silence spoke volumes.
Beyond her, George noticed she had placed the big green chair in the middle of the living room.
It was part of a matching pair and the other one now sat in Susan and Colin's bedroom.
The chairs were both symbolic and practical.
When displayed prominently they were a sign that a spanking was imminent..... and the culprit would not be the one sitting on the chair....in fact they would soon not be wishing to sit at all !
Nora strode confidently to the chair and sat down.
Curling her finger she beckoned her husband to her."Come here George!" she ordered , adjusting her house coat which rode up to reveal more of her shapely thighs.
For George his wife sitting on the chair , cleavage and thighs exposed was a Glorious sight but he knew the hairbrush in her hand would soon change that.
By the time George was standing beside Nora's lap , Colin had reached the landing where Susan was waiting for him.
She reached up , securing his ear between her thumb and forefinger and led him inside.
The upstairs door quietly closed and Nora looked up at George.
"I can't believe you told that young man that old trick might work. All it got you back then was the sorest backside in town ....which is what I'm going to give you right now!" she scolded with a grin.
Reaching down she began to undo George's pants and paused when she heard the commotion coming from the upstairs unit.
'WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHAP! 'WHOP !' 'WHAP!'
"YEOOW!" "OW!" "OUCH!" "I'M SORRY !"
An amused smile played on her face and she yanked George's pants to his ankles.
"Sounds like you're going to have some competition for the sorest backside in town George!" she giggled.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Lord Reginald Chumley II slowly turned the handle to his bedroom door and carefully opened it , trying to reduce the inevitable squeaking from its hinges.
In his hands he held the shoes he had removed to avoid the noise of the expensive leather
soles on the marble steps of the staircase leading upstairs in Chumley Manor.
Walking down the long hall to his room he took care to avoid each of the ancient floorboards which he knew creaked under pressure.
He had successfully made this walk many times over the years , but was still concerned not to awake his housekeeper Mona and his loyal butler Bentley.
They were both under the impression young Reginald was resting in his room , recovering from some sort of mystery illness which had suddenly rendered him bedridden.
Reginald had insisted they call Doctor Florence Davenport , instead of his regular Physician .
Mona had worked for the Chumley's all her life and knew Reginald better than anybody.
She had known him since he was a baby , changed his diapers and catered to all his spoilt childish needs for all of his 32 years , so she knew right away that his reasons for demanding Dr. Davenport's presence were not medical.
Reginald was a scoundrel and a renowned ladies man.
He did not have to try that hard for attractive ladies to be swooning over him with his charm , good looks and, of course his wealth and status.
However ,Dr. Davenport was not your typical Victorian woman .
It was an achievement in itself for a woman to become a successful doctor at a time when women were not yet even allowed to vote.
She was bright , intelligent , confident , strong - and very , very beautiful.
Reginald had met her at the Ball to raise money for the hospital of which he was one of the sponsors.
Unlike most women , Florence was not impressed by the pompous Reginald's advances , and frustrated him by spurning all his attempts.
Undaunted , Reginald had pestered her for a week with invitations to dinner , sending her flowers and gifts , but to no avail.
Then the devious young man had an idea as to how to bring the beautiful Doctor Davenport to his doorstep.
He learned that she specialized in tropical diseases so , having just recently returned from Elephant hunting in Africa , he sensed an opportunity.
Reggie spent hours in Chumley Manor's expansive library studying symptoms of tropical diseases he hoped he could mimic.
Then he put his plan to action by creating a temporary , artificial fever and a quite unusual rash on his chest and face.
He instructed Bentley to summon Doctor Davenport as quickly as possible and be sure to tell her the details of his symptoms.
Doctor Florence took notes as Bentley described his Lordship's odd illness.
At first his story made some sense, but once she studied her notes, Florence soon realized that either Lord Chumley was faking or he had a tropical disease so rare even she had not heard of it.
Despite her scepticism, Florence made her way to Chumley Manor to examine the patient.
She found Reginald doing a good job of sweating and moaning in the bed, but noticed a sudden change in his demeanour once she entered the room.
She went through an examination and soon came to the conclusion that Lord Chumley was no sicker than she was.
However , he needed to be taught a lesson so she began devising a plan of her own.
"I believe you may have a very rare strain of Malaria your Lordship , but I can't tell for sure until I examine your blood." she told him , taking out the largest syringe she could find.
Reginald looked worried at the mere sight of it
"I'm afraid this strain can be very contagious, so it is very important that you remain here with lots of bed rest for the next 48 hours.." she continued , filling the syringe with a saline solution and squirting it for effect.
"48 hours? But...but...I have a social calendar....I can't stay here!" he exclaimed.
Florence stared at him like an angry nanny.
"Well unless you want to be responsible for starting a malaria epidemic I suggest you do as I tell you....now turn over please!"
Reginald stared in fright at the large syringe.
"Turn over? What for? Surely you don't intend to?" he babbled.
Florence tried not to smile , "This will reduce the symptoms but it must be injected into a specific area so please turn over!" she repeated.
Reginald was sweating for real now ,but reluctantly rolled over onto his tummy.
Hidden from her patient's view , Doctor Davenport smiled and roughly yanked down Reginald's pyjama bottoms.
She took a moment to enjoy the view of his dimpled , boyish backside.
She found it very cute.
For a moment she was tempted to give those white cheeks the stinging smacks they deserved, but instead she refocused on the needle.
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt...a lot !" she warned before stabbing the needle deep into Reginald's backside.
He let out a girlish yelp and bucked on the bed.
A red-facef Reginald restored his pyjamas and sat gingerly on the bed.
Florence enjoyed that.
She wagged a finger at him , "I'll be back tomorrow to check your symptoms? but if they haven't changed I'm afraid you'll need a few more injections like that! she chuckled , "Now remember - you are quarantined!" she added.
Doctor Davenport packed her bag and left Reginald pouting and rubbing his rear.
"Is he ok?"Mona asked .
"Apart from a pain in his butt from that needle he's as healthy as a horse Mona." Florence replied.
Mona shook her head in resignation , "That boy needs to be taught a lesson. I've a good mind to fetch my hairbrush and give him what he deserves!"
Florence grinned , "Don't worry Mona. I'll make sure Lord Reginald gets what coming to him but I'll need your help."
She whispered into the older woman's ear , causing her to smile broadly."I'd be glad to Doctor." Mona replied.
Doctor Davenport turned to leave ,but paused , motioning a hand to Mona , " Oh...and Mona....I'll be needing that hairbrush , so keep it handy please !" she grinned.
That evening Mona watched out of the upstairs window as
Reginald sneaked outside and into his carriage.
It was Saturday night and Reginald was not going to miss a night of gambling , drinking and womanizing.
He would figure out a plan to bed the lovely Doctor Davenport when she visited him the next day.
It was approaching 3am the next morning when Reginald finally returned.
Assuming nobody had seen him leave, he used his normal route to return to his room before Mona rose to prepare him breakfast .
It was only as he opened the bedroom door , that he noticed the glimpse of light from underneath .
Once inside , he gently closed the door , feeling very pleased with himself .
Then he heard the sound of a light switch being flicked and the main light came on.
"WHAT!" Reginald exclaimed , spinning around to see Doctor Florence Davenport standing by the door.
In her hand was an item he had seen - and felt - many times in his youth.....the dreaded hairbrush.
Florence tapped the back of the brush menacingly against her palm.
"Good evening Lord Chumley ! It appears you have made a miraculous recovery." she said in a low , threatening voice.
Reginald's jaw dropped as he took in the sight before him.
Here was the gorgeous Florence Davenport standing right before him in his room.
She was dressed in a white Doctor's coat which extended to the middle of her shapely thighs, high heeled boots and black stockings.
A stethoscope was draped around her neck.
"Dr. Davenport...." he blurted , stumbling for a response , ".....yes...I feel much better....must have been that injection you gave me..."
Dr. Davenport shook her head and sighed loudly.
"These tropical diseases can be very tricky you see Reginald , so it's time for the next stage in your treatment , and I can assure you I intend to give you the FULL treatment you deserve!" she said , advancing toward him.
"But before I proceed with your treatment , I would be amiss if I neglected to give you a thorough physical examination so please take off your clothes- all of them!" she ordered.
Lord Chumley's eyes widened.
"WHAT? NOW? HERE?" he babbled.
Florence scowled at him and waved the brush.
"If you know what's good for you then do as I say.... STRIP! EVERY STITCH! NOW!"
Her dominant tone sent a chill through Reginald and he found himself promptly complying , hurriedly yanking at his expensive garments until they were in a pile on the ground before him.
His face flushed red and both hands dropped to cover his most private parts.
He had never felt so vulnerable but in a strange way he also felt excited to be under the command of this powerfully confident woman.
"Don't be so shy Reginald. You're not the first naked man I've seen and you won't be the last!" she teased him with a wry smile.
Standing close to him , she stared into his eyes as she took the stethoscope and placed the cold metal on his chest.
She listened to his breathing which was quickening by the minute.
Putting the stethoscope back around her neck ,she cast her gaze downwards.
"Move those hands!" she barked at him and immediately he moved them to his side.
Reginald gasped as Florence took a firm grasp of his testicles.
"Look to the side and cough!" she ordered.
Apparently satisfied , she released her grip.
Opening her bag , she retrieved a jar of vasoline .
"Turn around and bend over!" she demanded.
Reginald gulped as he watched her take a gob of vasoline between her fingers.
Tentatively he turned around and assumed the position.
He flinched as her fingers spread vasoline around his anus and then he let out a gasp when she thrust her finger deep inside him.
Sensing his discomfort she moved her digit inside him , lingering and keeping it there much longer than needed before roughly withdrawing it to Reginald's relief.
She was quite enjoying giving the arrogant , pompous Lord Chumley such a well earned humbling.
Reggie moved to rise.
"I'm not finished yet...stay in position!" ,the pretty doctor ordered in a firm voice .
A concerned and curious Reginald turned his head to see Doctor Davenport preparing the huge syringe she had jabbed him with earlier.
"OH NO!" he moaned , recalling the painful procedure.
Florence returned her attention to her patient's bare backside , ' it was rather cute!' she mused to herself.
The earlier injection had left a large , round bruise the size of a quarter on Reginald's right buttock.
Now she would enjoy giving him a matching bruise on his left cheek.
"This will hurt even more than the previous one Reginald!" she advised him with a sense of glee in her voice.
Reginald's cheeks clenched at the warning and he let out a girlish squeal when Florence jabbed the needle deep into his cheek.
Rising up he looked back at his rear to examine the damage and winced as he rubbed the injured area.
Doctor Davenport smiled as she put the syringe away and picked up the hairbrush.
She noted the ominous expression on Reginald's countenance at the sight of the brush.
Florence turned to face him.
"Mona told me you have had quite a few encounters with this Reginald.In fact , she said you even gave it a cute little name , 'Betty Blister' , I believe?" she teased .
"Uh Huh!" Reginald mumbled , his head bowing.
Florence took a seat on the chair and looked up at him.
"It's time for your special treatment Reginald!" she announced enthusiastically.
Reginald felt an erection stir in his loins when he eyed the Doctor's shapely , stocking covered thighs.
However, when he moved to lie across her lap she put a palm up to stop him.
Staring at his erection she scolded him.
"NO! NO! NO! I will not have you squirming and grinding on my lap with that thing! "
Reginald looked confused.
Florence pointed to the floor.
"In front , both hands on the floor and your legs back here." she told him .
She intended to deliver his spanking while he was in the humiliating , exposed 'Wheelbarrow' position.
The position would allow Florence to concentrate her spanks on Reginald's sit spots and easy access to the tender area between his cheeks.
Awkwardly , Reginald moved into the position and immediately felt vulnerable with his legs wide apart and his private parts fully exposed to Florence.
She could not resist giving his manly cheeks a few playful swats.
She was going to enjoy this.
"Time for Betty Blister to go to work!" she declared , raising the big brush high over her head.
'CRACK!' 'CRAACK!' 'CRAAACK!'
"OW!" "OUCH!" "OOOW! "
Florence snapped the brush against Reginald's bare skin with venom.
It was not long before he was indeed bucking and squirming in front of her as the hard spanks rained down on him.
Betty Blister was indeed a fearsome implement and Florence realised why it had been given that name.
Betty was certainly going to leave blisters on Reginald's behind.
The spanking continued until all the fight was gone from him and he was bawling like a baby as he pleaded for mercy.
Florence was relishing the power she was exercising over this proud man and continued to deliver hard whacks alternating from cheek to cheek.
As a finale , she exposed the virgin area between Reginald's cheeks and delivered sharp , rapid fire spanks which had him kicking and squealing.
Out of breath , Florence stopped spanking and took a moment to study her handiwork.
Reginald's entire rear was a multitude of colours and textures and the tell tale blisters and raised welts were already forming.
This was a backside that would be sore and marked for the next few days
"You may get up now. Your treatment is complete." Florence told him.
A sorry and sobbing Reginald staggered to his feet and immediately cupped both palms to his burning red cheeks.
Florence remained seated and retrieved a jar from her bag.
Prying Reginald's palms away she examined his backside with pride.
"Get over my lap!" she ordered.
Reginald was aghast.
"Please no more....my bottom is so sore!" he whined.
Florence smiledvwith a degree of sympathy.
"This will bring you some relief." she grinned patting her lap and showing him the cooling lotion.
Reginald felt his erection reviving at the sight of Florence ' s inviting lap.
She had unbuttoned the lower part of her Doctor's coat to reveal a tempting glimpse of her smooth white thighs.
As Reginald lay over her , she parted her legs allowing his erection to nestle between those thighs before closing them tight like a clam.
Florence began applying the soothing cream to Reginald's tortured behind as her thighs contracted and teased his erection.
The combination of soft female hands caressing his nether regions and thighs stroking his penis soon sent him into a frenzy he had trouble controlling.
Florence chuckled to herself , quite aware of the effect she was having on Reginald.
Taking a finger , she seductively eased it inside his anus again once the throbbing in Reginald's member became intense , she released her grip at just the right moment.
He groaned as he exploded on her lap and her finger continued to explore inside him.
Florence removed her finger and gave Reginald a few moments to regain some composure.
"You may get up now." she told him and he slowly slid off her lap.
Rising from her seat , Florence buttoned up her coat and returned the cream to her back.
Studying herself in the mirror , she fixed her hair, smiling at the sight of a thoroughly humbled Reginald behind her.
"I suggest you get some rest now Lord Chumley.
Try sleeping on your tummy and avoid horseback riding for the next few days....I'll be back to finish your treatment next week!" she teased.
"Finish my treatment?" Reginald asked incredulously.
Florence smiled and turned to leave , scooping up the hairbrush.
"I'll be leaving this with Mona until I return !" she beamed.
A thoroughly amused Mona was waiting outside when the Doctor exited the room.
"It's time you went back to using this Mona!" she smiled and handed Mona the brush.
The diminutive Mona grinned and puffed out her chest before entering Reginald's room.
Standing with one hand on her hip she waved the brush at Reginald.
"Get into your pyjamas and I'll bring you some hot milk.....and if you give me any trouble you'll find yourself over my knee for a date with Betty Blister!" she warned.