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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.


  1. dear Glenmore, I do enjoy your stories that are F/M by nature. I am sure that the male species spend much more time over their better mates knee.Jan

  2. You may be right Jan, although at this blog I try to keep it balanced .Thanks for stopping by.