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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Pool Rules - FM Spanking Story

As Bill trudged off to the bedroom , Sally had mixed feelings.
Part of her felt bad about ‘pushing’ the issue about his playful , but childish splashing in the pool , but another part of her was excited and curious about what her friend was about to do to her husband.

Kate was not pleased about getting her hair wet  , and she expected some retribution  was in order , perhaps  a few firm swats on the seat of a wet swim-suit , but clearly Kate had something more intense in mind.
Sally would soon find out exactly what it was.
“Make us some Sangria's and then get your butt off to the bedroom and wait for me there!” Kate scolded.
Bill made no attempt at excuses and soon returned with the pitcher of sangria's as ordered.
When he made an attempt to pour himself one , his wife placed a palm over the top of his glass.
“UH OH……splashers don’t get rewarded……now off you go!” Kate told him.

The two ladies chatted and sipped on their Sangria's for a good 10 minutes or so , and when their glasses were almost empty  Kate rose and announced , “I’d best go take care of our naughty boy.”
 “ I won’t be too long , then he can make another batch of Sangria's for us!” she added chirpily before making her way indoors.

It was a hot summer evening so the patio door was open .
Sally knew the bedroom was at the other end of the house , so she moved her chair closer , pinned back her ears and waited  for the action to begin.
She could faintly hear the sound of Kate’s voice,  speaking in a raised tone and the odd male grunt of agreement.
Then the silence was suddenly broken by  crack as loud as a gunshot  , quickly followed by another and another.

The sounds were sharp and crisp , not at all muffled , so Sally surmised poor Bill was getting it on the bare behind , and as the slaps continued , by all accounts was getting it real good !
After a while the whacks were accompanied by loud ‘ouches’ and ‘ows’ from Bill.
Sally tried to count the number of whacks but soon had trouble keeping up when Kate upped the pace, delivering rapid-fire combinations instead of single hard swats.
The count had to be  well over 200 before they finally stopped.

After a few seconds of silence , Sally heard the bedroom door open and quickly returned her chair to its position near the pool.
Kate emerged , looking content , glowing and confident.
Sally tried her best to act nonchalantly , as if nothing extraordinary had happened and Kate did the same.
“Bill’s making us some more drinks….and likely getting an ice pack for his backside !” she giggled.

True to form , a few minutes later Bill emerged with another pitcher of  cold sangria's.
He walked stiffly , his face  contorted in a grimace and still flushed from his ordeal.
“That ought to stop you from splashing for a while!” Sally announced , trying to lighten things up.
Bill put a hand back to sooth the seat of his suit. “OH YEA!” he replied with a forced grin.

“You can go back in the pool and cool off that backside if you want!” Kate offered , as if her husband  needed her permission.
Bill started for the pool but was halted by his wife’s palm.
“Just a minute Bill. Sally missed all the ‘action’ , and as you splashed her also , I think it’s only fair you show her how thoroughly you were punished?” she said , raising a brow seriously.

Bill hesitated , his face flushing even redder.
“Well then Bill ….Sally’s waiting….show her the damage!” she added impatiently.
Her husband sighed , turned  around and eased down  the back of his suit to reveal his sore bare behind.
Sally  gasped at the sight.
The skin was a lot more than the deep pink she expected  , distinctly red in fact and even a glowing red  and blistered at the top of his globes. In some areas , the texture was a rough , dry white  where the paddle had landed repeatedly.
She doubted if poor Bill would be sitting comfortably for a while.

“To your satisfaction girlfriend ?” Kate asked.
“Absolutely !” Sally  nodded.
Bill restored his suit and gratefully dived into the pool to cool off as best he could.

“Wow you really paddled him good Kate….his ass looks like it’s on fire!” Sally whispered.
“Of course it is!”,  Kate confirmed , “He's had that coming to him for a lot more than splashing …and I’m going to enjoy teasing him for the next day or so each time he winces and squirms when he sits !”

Sally shook her head , deeply impressed by her friend’s ability to keep her big ,  errant husband in line.
“I wish I had the guts to do that to Frank!” she sighed.
Kate looked at her friend seriously , “It certainly ‘beats’ nagging or arguing with them , pardon the pun , and it will improve you marriage I can assure you! Just the sight of my hairbrush or the paddle keeps Bill in line , and there’s no better way to get rid of all that frustration  men put us through by walloping their bare backsides!” Kate replied excitedly.

Sally contemplated her friend’s advice thoughtfully.
Perhaps she could do it ?
“There is another benefit girlfriend!” Kate added .
Sally raised a curious brow , “More benefits? Gosh! What?” she exclaimed.
Kate winked , “The sex we have after I’ve paddled Bill’s behind is out of this world….he’ll do anything to please me….and I mean anything!”  

Just then , the pool gate opened and Frank appeared.
"I thought I'd find you here!" he said "It was roasting on the golf course I'd love a swim!"
Bill yelled to his friend , "Jump in....the water's great!"

"COWABUNGA!" Frank yelled and jumped into the pool with a huge splash which showered the two ladies.
Sally looked at Kate and both women smiled.
"It's time Frank learned the rules of the pool.....and a few other rules!" Sally declared.
Kate cackled , "I left the paddle out for you.....and don't stop until his ass looks like Bill's!"
Sally rose from her seat looking determined , "Oh you don't have to worry about that Kate!" she replied , "Bill ! Please explain to my husband what happens to splashers in ths pool!"

Thursday, August 4, 2016

More Discipline at Blackwell Manor - FM Spanking Story

Lord Blackwell took a sip of his brandy and settled into his wing back chair in the drawing room.
Across from him , Lady Blackwell was working diligently on her needlepoint.

The sounds coming from the adjoining ante room amused Lady Blackwell.
Lord Blackwell winced at the delivery of the final two strokes of Tobias' caning.

 Lady Cynthia re-entered the main room and sat next to her Mother.
"Oh its beautiful Mother....may I help?" she gushed nonchalantly at the needlepoint.
Moments later , Head Stableboy , Tobias emerged , walking rather stiffly and trying hard to disguise the discomfort of his sore backside.

"You may find this more comfortable son." Lord Blackwell said sympathetically .
Both ladies tittered in amusement at Tobias agonizingly lowering himself onto the chair.

Lady Cynthia looked sternly at Tobias.
"Perhaps now we can have a civil conversation regarding our engagement party Tobias?"
Tobias was fighting his damaged male pride which hurt as much as his backside.
Cynthia had clearly warned him regarding the 'Blackwell Ladies Tradition' and it was rude of him to interrupt Cynthia but her reaction took him by surprise.

Abruptly , she dispatched him to the ante room which conveniently had a cane in the closet.
Without any discussion he was ordered to bend over for 12 stinging strokes across the seat of his taut britches.

Even worse was that his punishment was overheard by Lord and Lady Blackwell - and most of the household staff.
He knew he was going to be teased about it for days.

"Yes Cynthia.....I apologize for my rudeness." Tobias offered somewhat reluctantly.
Cynthia noted the lack of sincerity in his response.
"We will continue our discussion on your poor manners later in the Library Sir." she warned.

Lady Catherine shook her head , "You men never learn do you?" she told her husband.

True to her word , after dinner , Cynthia marched Tobias to the privacy of the library.
"Aw Cynthia! Please not that darn hairbrush again..." Tobias moaned , "I already have stripes on my backside from the cane ."
Cynthia patted her lap impatiently.
"Don't test me Tobias . You must know the rules very well by now....including that you will refer to me as Ma' get those britches down and get over my lap !
Ellie will be here shortly to clean the library and I'm sure you would not wish her to see you bare-bottomed , over my lap would you ?" she grinned , cocking her head to one side.

Tobias had to concede that Cynthia did look quite enticing , sitting imperiously on the chair , dressed in only bodice and stockings.
She was quite right. She had explained the rules- and the consequences- but inexplicably he broke them anyway.
Releasing a loud sigh , he took off his jacket and began undoing his britches.
Cynthia smiled in satisfaction.
Her Mother had taught her well !

Lady Catherine had forewarned her daughter that taming the headstrong young groomsman ,  whom she had chosen to be her future husband , would be a daunting task.
She needed to set the rules , and enforce them without exception in order to earn this young gentleman's respect.
The pair had began courting almost a year ago after meeting under the most unlikely of circumstances :

Discipline at Blackwell Manor

Tobias had forcibly prevented Lady Cynthia from riding one of her Father's prized racehorses , and when she resisted he had given her a good spanking!
Tobias paid for his rash action by having his own backside soundly thrashed by Lady Catherine .
Somehow all this ignited a passionate romance between Cynthia and Tobias .

At first Lord and Lady Blackwell were not at all pleased with their daughter's choice but they slowly came to accept Tobias.
Lord Blackwell promoted Tobias to a new position in charge of procuring and training his stable of fine racehorses.

There was little jealousy from the staff as Tobias had proven himself to be an expert horseman and was now being tutored on the ways of business by Lord Blackwell himself.
He was accepted as part of the family , and granted his own cottage on the Blackwell estate until the marriage with Lady Cynthia.

While Lord Blackwell tutored Tobias in the ways of business , he also forewarned him of the traditional role of the Blackwell women  in the household.
While Lord Blackwell was in complete charge of running the Blackwell estate and its many holdings , his wife  Lady Catherine was clearly the undisputed matriarch when it came to domestic matters.

Tobias was surprised to learn that even the strong and powerful Lord Blackwell had his own set of rules to abide by.
Rules set and strictly enforced by Lady Blackwell herself.
For generations the Blackwell men had welcomed a wife's discipline to make them better and more successful men.

When Tobias and Cynthia were married , she  would assume the same  role as her Mother .
Lady Cynthia had explained this clear to Tobias from the start of their relationship .
Like most men , Tobias had his faults and bad habits so the rules were not difficult for their ladies to draft- but proved much more difficult for the men to obey.

Lady Cynthia admired Tobias's muscular backside as he laid over her lap.
She teasingly drew circles on it with the back of her brush and admired the angry red lines she had painted on his skin earlier with the cane.
"This is what poor manners will get you in this household Tobias ." she scolded and raised the brush.

The following day , Mr. McKay the Stable-master , held the bridle for Tobias to mount his Lordship's prized Stallion, Atlas.
McKay chortled at Tobias grimacing and shifting uneasily on the saddle .
"Another thrashing from Lady Cynthia son?" he teased.
Tobias stood on the stirrups to relief , placing one hand on his tender seat.
"Lady Cynthia is teaching me to be a gentleman...." he replied curtly.
"....and she seems to be doing a fine job!" McKay chortled.

Moments later , Lady Cynthia appeared unexpectedly and rode over to the pair.
"Sorry Mr. McKay but would you mind if I stole Tobias for a short while to have a look at my mare?" she asked.
Tobias looked puzzled, "But your mare has...." he began but was not permitted to finish.
"I need you at the stables Tobias....and don't keep me waiting." she said with a hint of warning.

McKay laughed , " I told you to beware those Blackwell ladies son! he warned.
Tobias nodded and rubbed his backside in preparation, "I know Mr. McKay.....boy do I know."

"Stop whinging know you deserve this so best get used to it!" Cynthia scolded.
"Now let's try that again shall we? What does a gentleman wear for morning dress?" she asked.

Tobias pondered his response.
His backside was stinging like the dickens from Cynthia's brush.
"Er...hat , grey morning coat , waistcoat trousers?" he answered hopefully.
"Tails or no tails?" Cynthia asked.
Tobias knew he had to guess on this one.
He had a 50% chance of ending the spanking or endure another barrage of that dreadful brush.

"TAILS!" he replied confidently.
"Correct Tobias.....but I do believe that was a lucky guess , so you will get 12 more hard ones to finish!"
Cynthia peppered Tobias backside with a dozen rapid-fire swats which had him bucking on her lap.
She sat back with a satisfied glow.
"That will conclude this lesson Tobias ...and be thankful that I spared your pride by not downing your britches and warming your bare backside- it's no more than you deserve."
"Thank you Milady." Tobias replied through gritted teeth.

Tobias stumbled to his feet and rubbed the seat of his britches.
"Well Tobias... what are you waiting for?" Cynthia demanded.
She had discarded her blouse and was wiggling out of her tight riding jodspurs.

"You know it's your job to pleasure me after I have punished you!" she told him impatiently.
Tobias needed no prompting at the sight of the beautiful Lady Cynthia stark naked and wanting him.
He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the mass of hay to make love.

Meanwhile , outside the stables , McKay was surprised when Lord and Lady Blackwell arrived.
"The stables are a bit of mess your Lordship....Tobias is cleaning them up....why don't you come back later?" he suggested nervously.

Lord and Lady Blackwell brushed past him as if he was not there.
"Don't be silly McKay...we've seen the stables in worse shape....." he said .
Inside the privacy of the stables , Lord Blackwell gave Catherine's shapely rump a hearty smack.
"OW! Careful Harold , Tobias will hear!" she cooed.
Lord Blackwell pulled his wife close to him and they  locked in a passionate embrace.
Their encounter was interrupted by the noises from the nearby stable.

"One more time Tobias....but this time with my brush!" Cynthia ordered excitedly.
Tobias eyed the brush in Cynthia's had with trepidation.
"Aw not that darn brush again Cynthia...." he moaned.
Tobias had learned that Cynthia enjoyed making love while whacking his backside with her brush until she orgasmed.
Somewhat reluctantly , Tobias climbed on top of her but was saved by a familiar voice.
Lord and Lady Blackwell stood peering down at the young couple.

"What on earth is going on here?" Lord Blackwell yelled.
Cynthia looked up in shock.
"MOTHER! FATHER!" she squealed.
"Yes your Lordship!" Tobias replied , scooping up his clothes and quickly departing.

Lady Catherine stood glaring at her daughter , hands on hips.
"That goes for you too young lady. Get back to the house this instant !You are in for a long dose of my hairbrush on your bare bottom for this !" she scolded.
Cynthia quickly dressed and hurriedly departed leaving her parents alone in the stables.

Lord Blackwell scooped his wife into his arms and carried her to the stall the young couple had vacated.
His wife handed him the hairbrush left behind by the young couple.
"I've been very , very bad your Lordship....I need to be punished- severely." she purred.
......and in an instant draped herself over her husband's awaiting lap.