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Friday, December 27, 2019

Emma's Threat - FM Spanking Story




The entire dinner table was stunned into silence as soon as the words left Clay's lips.
He immediately regretted his foolish,  uncontrolled outburst and knew by Emma's reaction that he would be regretting it even more.

Clay had been working hard at the Ranch all month , overdoing it as usual and ignoring his wife's attempts to avoid exerting himself.
As a result , he became cranky and irritable , snapping at his employees and taking it out on others , especially Emma.

Emma herself had been working diligently , preparing for the couples 25th anniversary dinner and she did not wish to have Clay in one of his 'moods' and spoil their special night.
She tried tactfully at first , telling Clay to slow down , that he was not 25 anymore and needed to take care of his health.
When that approach failed , Emma had little choice but to use the tried and true method of getting her stubborn Husband's attention .

When Clay returned that evening in his usual foul mood , he found a determined Emma waiting for him.
"Where's my supper ?" he snapped angrily upon seeing the empty table.
"Oh your supper is ready Darling but there was no point setting the table because you'll likely prefer to eat it standing at the mantle!" she replied firmly , with just a hint of a smirk.

Her response had an immediate impact on Clay's demeanour , "Listen here Emma Sweetheart....I know I've been a bit ornery lately and I'm truly sorry....." he began.
"Oh you're going to be sorry alright mister...." Emma interrupted , folding her arms  as she leaned back against the table , "....now let's go upstairs so we can have a long overdue discussion .....and this time you WILL listen to me I assure you!"

"Aw come on Emma....I said I'm sorry. Let's eat and we'll talk about this later." Clay reasoned , but his wife remained resolute and  pointed to the stairs , " I said upstairs NOW Clay ! You've been asking for this  and now you're gonna get it!"
Reluctantly , the big Cowboy turned around and trudged upstairs with his determined wife following close behind him.

Emma closed the bedroom door and rolled up her sleeve.
Her demeanour indicated weeks of pent up frustration were about to be released on her husband's rear quarters.

"OK  ! Let's have you then Clay!" she declared , taking her seat on the big chair and patting her lap.
Clay stepped out of his remaining piece of clothing , placing his 'tightie whities' neatly with his other clothes.
Taking a deep breath , he strode over to his wife's side.
Emma scooped up the hairbrush and sat back in the chair to allow her big Cowboy to drape his sturdy frame over her denim lap.
She adjusted her man's hips so her target was in the perfect position to receive the brush.
Then she raised her arm and began their 'discussion'.....

A short while later when his backside was well warmed , Clay was permitted to eat supper , albeit standing uneasily at the mantel while Emma sat comfortably at the table .
" I want to be very clear about something Clay. I've gone to a lot of trouble organizing our anniversary dinner , so I want you to be on your very best behaviour .....or , so help me , I'll take you by the ear , march you upstairs and give you  the spanking of your life right there and then!" She warned him.

Clay paused from chewing his steak and looked at his wife in disbelief , "With everybody there ? Even you wouldn't dare do that Emma!" he said somewhat uncertainly.
Emma regarded him sternly , "Oh I think  you know I would dare Clay!"
Clay chuckled in resignation , "You would too wouldn't you?"

So now here we are and despite his wife's warning , Clay had  crossed the line yet again.
He looked over contritely  at Emma , hoping for clemency...or at least a delay of his earned punishment.
Emma took a moment to allow him wallow in his penance.
Then , pushing her plate away , she stood up , "Excuse us everyone , but I need to take Clay somewhere private for a few moments." she announced as if she had been anticipating that very moment.

Clay sat frozen as Emma approached him and let out a very unmanly yelp when she pinched his ear between her forefinger and thumb and hauled him to his feet.
Laughter erupted in the room as Emma swayed confidently down the hall with her reluctant husband stumbling along beside her.

Their amused guests did not know what to expect until the gunshot like cracks of a hairbrush connecting with bare skin echoed down the hallway.
Their daughter Ellie smiled and winked at her boyfriend Wade , "Mom warned Pop she would give him a spanking if he acted up tonight!" she chirped.
"WOW! Emma's really giving it to him good! Is she using a..... " Clay's sister Marg  remarked with a chuckle.
".....a clothes brush I believe....a real big one by the sound of it !" Emma's best friend Sherry added.
"Just like the one I have on my dresser at home....right Mike ?" she smirked to her husband making his face flush red.

While the ladies around the table thoroughly enjoyed the noisy symphony of whacks and yelps , their men sat uneasily in silence , picking at their dinner plates.
The cacophony of noise ended with a final flurry of rapid-fire spanks and howls from Clay.
Moments later , a satisfied and positively  glowing Emma emerged to loud applause from the ladies at the table.
Retaking her seat , she  conversed with her guests as if nothing unusual had happened .

Clay returned next, walking stiffly , his face a blazing red and hands at his sides as if he was trying to resist the urge to rub his burning posterior.
He did his best to act normally but his obvious embarrassment and discomfort showed.
Gripping his chair , his face contorted in a grimace when he carefully lowered himself onto it , letting out an involuntary 'OW!' when his tender cheeks met the harsh wood.

"Would you like a pillow Honey ? Or perhaps you would prefer to eat at the mantel again?" Emma teased to more giggles from the ladies.
Clay forced a smile , "Thanks for the offer Sweetheart...but no." he replied .

Emma grinned in satisfaction , "By the way ladies , I've left the brush on the chair just in case you need it !" she announced to great excitement from the ladies.
Sherry looked sternly at Mike , "Well as a matter of fact , there is the matter of that off-colour joke I warned you not to tell Darlin'...." she told him.
Mike shook his head frantically , "No Sherry.....you wouldn't....not here....YEOOW!" his protests ended with his wife pinching his ear firmly.
Let's go Darlin' !" she declared , hurrying Mike along with a firm slap to the seat of his denims.

Ellie looked at he boyfriend , "You're next Wade...and I think you know why..."she warned.
Wade's jaw dropped and he fidgeted nervously at the table while they listened to the symphony of 'WHACKs' and 'OWs coming from upstairs .
A short while later when a red-faced Mike was escorted back to the table by a buoyant Sherry , it was Wade's turn to make that long walk upstairs where the hairbrush awaited him.

As the steady stream of spankings continued , Emma busied herself in the kitchen preparing dessert.
By the time she was ready to serve  , each and every man at the table was squirming uncomfortably in his seat!

"Would you gentlemen like your pie hot or cold ?" she asked to cackles and giggles from the ladies.
"I'd say they had best have it cold Emma.....they have more than enough heat than they can handle for now !"Sherry replied.

Emma shook her head and looked a Clay , "....and you said an anniversary party would be boring Sweetheart!"
Clay cocked his head and looked at his wife , "You planned all this didn't you Emma McCord?" he asked.
His wife beamed proudly as she served him his pie , "Of course I did...with a little help from the girls!" she chuckled.

He gave Emma's plump backside a hearty slap as she leaned over ,"Clay McCord! How dare you!" she shrieked ,feigning indignation.
"That was just a little taste of what you can expect after the party young lady!" he warned sternly.
"Promises , promises...." Emma cooed in response.

Friday, December 13, 2019

A Good Blistering - FM Spanking Comic

Alan and Janet had not been dating long before she threatened him with a 'good blistering'.
Alan laughed and requested a clarification which his assertive new girlfriend was happy to provide.
He felt his face flush when Janet explained which area of his anatomy which would  be blistered and how she intended to do it.
"Blistering of the skin occurs when it experiences intense heat and , believe me Alan darling , my hairbrush will create very intense heat when I apply it to your bare bottom!" Janet informed him matter of factly.
"Don't worry Alan , we will be having a long 'discussion' about all this very soon Alan!" she adds.
Alan still did not believe her until it was time for that 'discussion'......





Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Peeping Paula busted - MF Spanking Tale



Paula  dug her high heels into the rungs of the wobbling ladder to secure her balance.
She much preferred her latest client had used a ground floor room to deal with their errant husband but she was more than willing to scale a ladder to take in the proceedings going on in the upstairs bedroom.
It certainly was worth the effort just  to see the surprised expression on a husband's face when they noticed her presence.

As she waited for the participants to arrive, she  tightened her grip on the window sill and was setting up her camera when she was startled by a male voice from below , "Enjoying yourself 'Peeping Paula'?"
Paula looked down to see a man in a trench coat and dark glasses standing with one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. , "Who are you and what are you doing here ?" she demanded, albeit somewhat  nervously.

The man grinned and removed his glasses to reveal a handsome profile , "I'm Special Agent Paul , I've been following you for weeks....but right now I'm just enjoying the view!"
Paula gasped , "Pervert !" she exclaimed , realizing the man was able to peer up her skirt,  and she reached a hand back to pull her skirt tighter.

"How dare you!" Paula shrieked , the ladder wobbling dangerously from her sudden movements .
 Luckily 'Paul' was there to steady it .
"I'm the pervert ? I'm not the one standing on a ladder peeping into somebody 's bedroom.....and if you are going to climb ladders you really should wear pants.....or at least underwear! Now are you going to come down or do I have to go up there and get you ?" he cackled.

"Go away ....I'm an agent working on a case ....and don't you dare come up here!" an outraged Paula said.
"Well if that's true , then you have some explaining to do , because I have reports of you peeping through windows all over the city. It took me this long to finally track you down.Now come down from there before you get hurt." Paul told her.

Realizing her cover , and her undies , were exposed , Paula looked around for an escape jus as her client , Jane Alcorn entered the bedroom .
Paula waved and gestured frantically for her to open the window.

However , mistaking Paula's waving  as excitement  , Jane simply waved back to her before turning her attention to her naked husband .
Poor Mr. Alcorn was shocked and embarrassed to see an attractive woman peering at him through the window but he was too busy being lectured by his angry wife to do anything.

Paula decided to open the window herself from the outside , and she almost succeeded , but her last push bounced the ladder back and she was now teetering on it precariously  while  Paul did his best to hold it steady and steer it and Paula back to the window.

Panicking , in the dim light , Paula saw what she thought was a bush within jumping range.
Gambling it would cushion her landing , she leapt athletically from the ladder while Paul looked on in amazement.
He heard a crash accompanied by anguished yelps from Paula , "Ouch ! Yeoow! Oh Shit!"
Rushing to her aid , he was relieved to find the naughty spy sitting uncomfortably in a thorny rose bush.
"Ooow! Ouch! Eeek! Well don't just stand there .....get me outa this thing !" she wailed .
Paul laughed at her predicament before offering a hand to scoop Paula from her prickly seat.

Paula winced and put a hand to the back of her skirt which had hiked up during her fall , causing her to  scantily clad bottom to take the brunt of the fall.
"Serves you right !" Paul chuckled.
"Ooooh......my butt feels like a pin cushion! " Paula whined.

Paul took a firm hold of her hand , "I'd be glad to inspect the damage for you?" he teased.
"I'll bet you would.....let me go!"Paula raged.
Paul shook his head , "Sorry can't do that Paula. You're coming with me !" he said dragging her along with him.
Paula could here the distinctive noises of a sound spanking coming from the Alcorn's open window.
"Can't I at least finish my assignment?" Paula reasoned.
Paul turned to her , "No you can't! You're busted peeping Paula and there are a lot of people waiting to see you get your comeuppance!" he scolded.

To her surprise , Paul let her inside the Alcorn's house and into the basement where a familiar group of spankers and spankees awaited.
Paul dragged Paula over to the sofa and tossed her effortlessly over his lap while the witnesses gathered around to watch the proceedings.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" an indignant Paula protested.
"I would have thought that should be obvious 'Agent' Paula. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life and these folks are going to watch and enjoy seeing you get what you deserve....we just need to wait for the Alcorns!" he replied.

Paula struggled on her captor's lap but quickly realized it was futile .
"The Alcorns? You mean they are in on this?" she asked.
Paul smiled , "Yep...they are undercover agents who set the trap and you fell right into it!"
Just then a smiling Jane Alcorn arrived , hairbrush in hand and her chastened husband in tow.

"Ah! Welome Mr. & Mrs. Alcorn . Shall we begin?" Paul announced , raising Paula's skirt to reveal her shapely twin globes.
"What happened to her bottom?" Jane Alcorn giggled.
Paul examined Paula's bottom, "She had an altercation with a rose bush trying to escape ,but that is going to be the least of her problems by the time I'm done with her. Hand me that hairbrush pleased ....I'm going to need it !"








Monday, December 2, 2019

'Honey Do' List - FM Spanking Comic

If you are going to ignore your Wife's 'Honey Do' list to go golfing , and then brag about it to your friends , don't ever think she won't find out about it.
This naughty Husband learns this the hard way , and instead of an afternoon of him swinging a golf club , it will be her swinging a bath brush against his bare backside!
Even worse than the spanking will be having to call his friend and explain why he can't golf with him!