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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Saddle Sore Cyclist - M/F Spanking Story




Monday, January 26, 2015

Hot tub Spanking - Illustrated M/F Spanking Story

Lucy and her best friend Jenny had been getting together on Friday evenings since college.
In the beginning it was regular girls night out to watch a movie or go dancing at a club , but their get-togethers had become very sporadic since Jenny married Peter a couple of years ago.
When Lucy and Alan became engaged a few months ago , the two friends renewed their Friday social , albeit with their somewhat reluctant men in tow.

For the initial socials the girls each took turns hosting an evening which would include a friendly board game , but the fiercely competitive natures of Peter and Alan soon ruined the enjoyment , and the evenings inevitably ended with the visitors leaving early because the atmosphere became too heated.

Alan and Peter were always very repentent the following week , but their poor behaviour would quickly return.
They argued , accused , yelled , swore and called each other names.
for Lucy and Jen it was like spending an evening with a pair of 8 year olds.

Finally one evening the girls had been pushed too far , so instead of ending the evening early and having it out with their men afterwards , the ladies decided to deal with their errant husbands right there and then !
For 'blow-by-blow' details of that evening I will refer you to Underling Humblings story 'Sore Losers' wich you can link to here :

Underling Humblings - Sore Losers

That evening Lucy and Jenny discovered that they had something else in common - they both spanked their men when they needed it !
They both had an inkling that they shared a passion of applying a hairbrush to a naughty male backside but that evening brought everything out in the open.
After all those evenings which had ended prematurely , it turns out Alan and Peter received the same type of discipline.

Following the events of that fateful evening , the behaviour of Peter and Alan improved dramatically  .
It seems the embarrassment of being led by the ear to the bedroom for a soundly spanking , and their rival being able to listen to their howling and bawling and watch their squirming in their seat ,  had the desired effect.
The two men could hardly be called friends now , but they grew to enjoy each othher's company on Friday nights.

Now , as we all know , poor behavior is not the sole domain of the male animal , and  Lucy and Jenny were certainly no angels.
Alan and Peter had to give their ladies a strong scolding on more than one occasion and sometimes were required to cut-off their supply of wine to calm them down.
Lucy and Jenny had always been a pair of wild ones when they were together , and the passing years  had changed little.

One Friday , Jenny and Peter had a surprise for their friends - they had purchased a hot-tub.
So the two couples , donned their swimsuits and , with an ample supply of drinks and snacks on hand , settled into the steaming 102degree water for a relaxing evening.

The wine flowed freely for the two girls who ignored the requests from their menfolk to get out of the tub once in a while and take a break.
They were belligerent , accusing the two men of being 'spoilsports' and 'fuddy duddies'.
As the wine  and hot water took its toll ,  the female foolishness intensified.


               

The girls began reminiscing and exchanging stories about the many times they had occasion to paddle their man's bare backside.
Alan and Peter were red-faced as Lucy and Jenny took turns in describing the spankings they had administered - in great detail.
There was much giggling , cackling and teasing from the two ladies as Alan and Peter simmered in the hot tub.

"Remember that time I paddled you in your office at work Pete ?" Jenny laughed.
"Don't go there Jen...." Peter warned , but Jenny was unperturbed.
"He knew he had a doozie of a butt roasting coming so he worked late all week , thinking he could get out of it and I would forget......but you underestimated your little wifie didn'y you hon..?" she continued.

Peter asked Jenny to stop but Lucy encouraged her friend to continue.
"You should have seen his face when I showed up at his office with my hairbrush.....luckily for him , the only people left were a couple of cleaning ladies....but I put on quite the show for them anyway . Their expression was priceless when they looked through the office window and saw Pete bare-assed over my lap and me whaling away with the brush.."

This time Peter's tone was firm.
"OK Jen that's enough...." he warned.
"OR WHAT BIG MAN ?" Jenny challenged , sticking out her tongue at her husband.
Raising himself up , Peter calmly addressed his guests.
"Excuse me guys but I need to attend to something with Jenny ....wont be long...."

For a brief moment Jenny looked genuinely concerned , but had little time to react.
Within seconds she was shrieking loudly when Peter grabbed her ear , scooped her out of the tub and carried her , fireman style into the nearby changing room.


Lucy was shocked but Alan looked on with glee as the sounds of a good hard spanking filled the room.
"OOOH poor Jen!" Lucy cried , cringing when a series of especially hard spanks had her friend wailing loudly.
Jenny's spanking went on for over 5 minutes .
Lucy did not know where to look and felt her fiance's threatening eyes stare at her.


Finally , their friends emerged , Peter looking determined but satisfied , and Jenny adjusting her bikini bottoms and dabbing real tears from her eyes.
As she passed by , Alan chuckled when he caught a glimpse of her two red cheeks , fully exposed by her skimpy suit.

Peter sat down in the tub and beckoned to his wife.
"Come on then....get in and behave  - and take it easy on the wine !" he scolded.
Jenny clamboured into the tub .
"OOOOOH ! IT'S SOOOO HOT !" she hissed when her well-spanked bottom  met the bubbling hot  water.
"SIT!" Peter ordered.
Slowly and carefully his wife lowered herself into the tub , grimacing and wincing as she tried to sit.

Alan looked at Lucy who was still avoiding his gaze.
Her jaw dropped when Alan stood up and towered over her.
"Up you get Lucy- Your turn !" he grinned.
Lucy's escape attempt was fruitless and she was soon draped over Alan's shoulder , legs kicking and screaming loudly.
"I left a size 10 flip-flop by the door for you Alan! It stings like the dickens !" Peter called out.
"Thanks Pete!"
The two men finally had something in common.........

                                                           
                                                            THE END


Sunday, January 18, 2015

Saddle Sore Cyclist - F/M Spanking Story




May leaned over to have a closer look at Charles' bicycle while he looked on anxiously.
Methodically she slowly paced around his machine , scanning it with a keen eye and scribbling occasionally in her notebook.

"Not bad Charles..." she began , "....at least its safe enough to ride this time!" she remarked , just a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
Charles looked pleased but uncertain , "So I've passed then?" 
"Not quite I'm afraid Charles , “ May replied , consulting her notebook.
“The chain is a bit on the loose side , the front wheel has a slightly bent spoke ,the air pressure in your tires is way too high , and you're missing a few important items from your emergency kit ." she advised.
"Those don't sound too important May." Charles responded anxiously.
May looked at him scornfully.
"They are ALL important  ! That’s why I gave you a full checklist , which clearly you failed to use or you wouldn't have four violations would you Charles?" 

There was a momentary pause before May continued.
"Our agreement was very clear Charles. Let’s have you inside please."she said.
"AW SHOOT ! Come on May...it's not fair!" Charles protested , angrily stamping his foot.
"I'm sorry Charles but you did agree to this . The first three violations earn you 100 with my hairbrush , plus another 25 for each additional violation.....and I'm adding another 25 for that little tantrum display of yours just now .....that makes 150 spanks!" she declared.

"AW! Can't we do this later May.....I...." Charles started to plead but May was already marching back to the house.
Reluctantly , Charles followed and stood by the dining room chair while May retrieved the hairbrush from the coffee table.

She always made a point of leaving it in full view as a reminder to Charles of the empowerment it gave her and the damage it would render to his backside if her stepped out of line.

May had even given the brush a name , ‘Miss Manners’ , so she could descretely refer to it in public.

"OUCH!" Charles yelped , when May gave his rump a hearty
slap with her palm..
May sat on the chair and looked up at him smiling.
"You know the routine Charles. Get those pants down. Over my knee and on the bare." she said.

Charles sighed loudly and began peeling down his spandex cycling
shorts.
“Continue with that attitude young man and I’ll make it an even 200 spanks!” May scolded.
“Yes Ma’am....sorry Ma’am..” came the subdued reply.

Leaning back in the chair , May pointed to her lap.
"Over you go honey. It’s time for you and Miss Manners to get acquainted again!" May chuckled.
Obediently Charles draped himself over his Fiance’s lap and May immediately went to work with the hairbrush - as only May can.....bringing it down smartly on her Fiance’s bare behind a full 150 times.

Each one was a 'stinger' and May made sure to pay particular attention to the tender area where her man's buttocks met his upper thighs.
She would make sure he would be feeling this rach time he sat for the next day or two!

After 25 spanks Charles was howling , by 50 he was pleading and apologizing , by 100 he had real tears and was begging for May to stop , for the final 50 rapidfire spanks he just lay there wailing and waiting for it to end.

Throughout his spanking , May paused to recite from the bicycle safety list she had given Charles , giving her spanks an extra 'zip' to emphasize each point.
"Check the pressure in both tires!"
'THWAAAP' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!'
"OOOOW!" "YEOOW!"

By the 150th spank the checklist was imprinted in Charles' memory as much as the hairbrush was imprinted on his rump. 

A short while later , they were both outside again .
Charles tinkered with his bike as May stood over him supervising.
Finally , when she was satisfied it met her requirements , May mounted her bike.

While May sat comfortably on her saddle , Charles could barely sit on his.
"A little tender back there are we Charles?" she teased.
Charles grimaced and rubbed his backside.
 "More than a little I'd say Honey. 150 whacks with that brush of yours is no joke!" he responded ,a hint of a grin behind his grimace.
May giggled."You must be the only person to be saddle sore BEFORE a bike ride!" 


Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Christmas at the Blackwells - FM Spanking Story

A belated Christmas present for my FM spanking enthusiasts......and a follow up to the spanking adventures of the Blackwells at Thanksgiving.....

enjoy


           PART ONE - CHRISTMAS DINNER CANING



Nancy sat silently at the dinner table , sipping on her soup.
Raising a brow , she grinned at her sister-in-law Dana who was trying to take in the proceedings around her.
Nancy's husband Jeff sat next to her , grimacing and squirming uncomfortably in his chair.
At the head of the table Nancy’s Father  Gerry , was  unusually silent looking very nervous and worried.

Only the noises issuing from the open door to the basement filled the festively decorated room.
‘SWISH’ ‘THWACK’ “OOW!”
‘SWISH’ ‘THWACK’ “AAAIOOW!”
‘SWISH’ ‘THWACK’ “SSSSSSS…AAAH!”
Nancy’s older brother Simon was downstairs receiving his punishment from the family Matriarch  Janet.

Simon was getting it way worse than his younger brother -in-law.
Nancy had counted a full dozen strokes of the cane when Simon was down there , and she had just counted  the 14th stroke for poor Simon!
SWISH’ ‘THWACK’ “GAAAAHOOW!”
The 15th and  final stroke landed with venom producing an animalistic howl from Nancy’s tough big brother.
Everyone at the table shuddered and winced in unison at its verocity , especially Dana.
“WOW! That one must have really hurt !” she observed with a hint of amusement.

After a few moments of silence , there was the sound of slow laboured footsteps ascending the basement stairs.
Simon emerged , teary eyed , his face contorted and both hands clamped to the seat of his jeans.
He stood , rubbing and staring at his seat at the table , the sound of his Mother’s  stilletto  heels on the wooden steps breaking the silence.


Janet Blackwell stood imperiously at the entrance to the dining room.

Her long  grey mane was tied up neatly in a bun and in her right hand she held a long , thin cane with a curved handle.
She wore a  hip-hugging black Skirt , heels and her tight  sweater accentuated her prominent breasts , 
Flexing the cane she pointed it at Simon’s chair and ordered him curtly to sit.
“Yes Ma’am” her son replied and a satisfied smile played on her full red lips when he agonizingly and gingerly lowered himself onto the chair.
Significant discomfort was apparent in his face and he placed both hands under him to elevate his sore behind from the unforgivingly hard seat.
Dana sat  with her mouth agape in astonishment as she observed her husband , a tough Marine Sergeant , so easily taken in hand by his Mother.
Deep down she enjoyed this and envied her Mother in law.

“ Nancy, can you check on the turkey please while I deal with your Father .....I won’t be long.” Janet asked firmly.
She strode purposefully towards  Gerry who was still staring into his soup .
“YOUR TURN ! Get downstairs!” she bellowed at him.
Gerry  quickly rose and ,without making eye contact with anyone, scurried downstairs.

As soon as Janet had left  , Simon leapt to his feet and began undoing his jeans.
“Let’s see your stripes Jeff!” he asked his hesitant brother in law.
Simon proceeded to expose his bare behind , proudly showing a criss-cross of red welts and stripes on  his behind.
Simon laughed and stood up also , “Not bad…how does mine look?” he asked.
“Pretty impressive for a rookie !” Simon cackled.
“It’s been over 2 years since Mom gave me a caning but she hasn’t lost her touch….” he declared.

Dana looked at her husband in disbelief , “Simon .....our third wedding anniversary is this Spring.....are you telling me your Mom was still spanking you when you were a married man?” she asked.
Simon looked at her , “ Actually Dana , Mom hasn’t ‘spanked’ me since I was 16 . I was way too big for her to handle over her knee , so she started using the cane. Someone had to give me the discipline when I needed it.....even after I was married .”

Nancy chuckled , “I’ve been blistering Jeff’s backside since BEFORE we were married , but this is only the 2nd time he’s felt Mom’s cane.” she announced.
Jeff blushed and smiled timidly.
An astonished Dana sat back in her chair and folded her arms.
“Really ? “ she looked at her husband , “ I believe you and I need to have a little talk later  Simon.” 
Simon nodded , “Yes Ma’am we do.”

While Simon and Jeff  stood nursing their well beaten rumps , Gerry’s ordeal was just beginning.
The sound of each stroke told them their Mother was really putting extra force into it.
“How long before he starts howling ?” Simon asked his sister.
“Last time he held out for about 10 but it sounds like Mom is really laying it on hard this time.” Nancy replied.
“SWIIISSSHHH’‘THWAAACK!” “OOOOW! ”
The two siblings high-fived .
“That’s a record for Mom….she got him howling at number 6 this time!”
Dana giggled with them.
Nonchalantly they all returned to their soup , oblivious to the sounds of Gerry’s thrashing.
By 10 strokes Gerry was hollering and pleading loudly.
By 18 he was sobbing , wailing and pleading with Janet to stop.
For the final 6 he could barely croak out a hoarse noise through clenched teeth.

When Gerry hobbled back upstairs he was red-faced , flustered and dishevelled.
He stood by his seat , arms held stiffly at his side , fighting the urge to rub his behind.
A moment later , Janet arrived looking very satisfied with herself.
“My my....that was quite exerting I must say…it’s given me quite an appetite.!” She said nonchalantly.
“Nancy fetch our naughty boys some pillows to sit on. We don’t want to watch them squirming all through dinner  do we ?” 
While the pillows helped the men somewhat , all three were clearly in agony throughout supper - especially Gerry. 
Janet was amazed he could sit at all after 24 stingers from her!

The reason for the triple thrashing was because the guys had arrived back very late , and quite tipsy,  from their Christmas eve visit to Murphy’s pub.
They had turned off their cell phones and the girls had become quite worried and about to call Murphy’s when the men casually strolled in.
Janet was furious,  and they were in such a bad state she refused to let them attend the  Christmas eve mass with the ladies.
Nancy and Dana apologized for their husbands and assured her they would take it up with them , but Janet informed them she would administer a pre- dinner caning to teach them a lesson.

At first Dana thought her mother in law was joking , but Nancy assured her that she  was quite serious.
Waiting at home , their menfolk were feeling very guilty knowing how much having everyone at Christmas Eve mass meant to Janet .
They also  knew their behaviour would be dealt with very seriously.

“You will all receive a sound caning BEFORE Christmas dinner!” Janet threatened.
Dana couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Sorry but we just lost track of time honey….you know what Christmas is like…I....” Gerry  began but  was halted by Janet’s wagging finger.
“I don’t want to hear any of your lame excusesGerry Blackwell…. you’ll be getting 2 dozen for being the ring leader !”
Bravely Gerry tried to protest, “…24 strokes ?....but Janice...”
With a sigh of exasperation Janet glared at her husband.
“Would you like me to make it an even 30….with the SENIOR cane ?” she asked.
Gerry shuddered. “No Ma’am”. He knew she was serious.
"Jeff will get a round dozen but simon will get extra strokes as he should know better!"

While nancy fetched the pillows , Janet smiled and handed the carving knife to Gerry.
“Christmas  tradition requires the man of the house to carve the turkey” she announced.
Gerry welcomed the opportunity to stand for a few minutes .
Dana realized Gerry was still the head of this household but the scales were balanced by his wife's power to discipline him.
It was indeed an intriguing arrangement.

“..and since you gentlemen are all too sore to sit , you can stand up and do the dishes after !
“AW MOM!” the boys whined.


PART TWO - BOXING DAY PADDLINGS

Dana rummaged through the huge library of paperbacks stored in the basement family room.

Most of them really weren’t to her taste , mostly the usual harlequin romances and  bodice rippers which her Mother-in-law , Janet , thrived on.

Next to the open bookcase was another cupboard with closed doors .

Curiously Dana opened them for a peek inside , fully expecting another batch of seedy paperbacks , but her jaw dropped when she saw its contents.

Two large canes , a thick leather strap with two tails , a ping-pong paddle and a Jokari paddle hung from hooks. 
One of the canes was slightly longer and thicker than the other and Dana picked it up and examined it.
“Ah….the dreaded Senior cane!” a female voice startled Dana.
It was her Mother in Law Janet.
“I reserve that one for serious offences…Gerry hates it…it leaves big welts on his behind for a week!” she chuckled.

Dana felt like a naughty schoolgirl caught in the act.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Blackwell…I wasn’t snooping ,  just looking for  books….I didn’t mean to….” She stammered.
Janet smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her daughter in law’s shoulder.
“Call me Mom Dana….and don’t worry ….after yesterday you have every right to be curious . Frankly I’m amazed Simon hasn’t mentioned anything about domestic discipline before now!”
“Well come to think of it , he has mentioned something about  it a few times but I guess I didn’t take him seriously …” Dana replied , tapping the cane in her palm as she became more comfortable with it.

Her Mother in law frowned and looked seriously at her, “Dana , I know my son is  headstrong and quite a handful ….so he’s no stranger to receiving a dose of any of these implements on his bare backside ! 
May I ask how you’ve handled his behaviour  over the past 3 years ?”
The younger woman shrugged.
“You’re right about Simon ,  and to be honest his behaviour has been causing some problems in our relationship . No matter what I say,  he always  apologizes and promises to do better , but Simon just doesn’t change….”

Janet pointed at the cane , “When he’s apologizing and promising while you’re giving him  taste of that across his bare backside I guarantee he will change- quickly!”
Dana swished the cane through the air , “He certainly was a different man after you caned him yesterday Mom……especially when we went to bed !”
Janet grinned , “Yes , there can be  a notable side benefit after giving a man a good thrashing Dana…Gerry was like a wild man in bed last night also….I hope we didn’t make too much noise?”
Dana blushed and giggled shaking her head.
She loved Janet’s openness.

“I think it would be good if we had a little talk….and perhaps a little lesson on how to use these efficiently ?” Janet suggested.
Dana gushed out an enthusiastic “YES!”.
“Well we’d best get started then…” Janet began tossing Dana a cushion from the sofa.
Dana caught it , “What’s this for Mom?” 
“That my girl is going to simulate your husband’s backside….until you’re ready for the real thing!”

****************************************************************

Dana curled  tighter in the big armchair by the fire chair and looked up from her book.
“Simon! My feet are cold …can you fetch me my slippers….and put another log on the fire please ?” she asked with just a hint of firmness in her tone.



Sitting beside her , Janet smiled at her daughter-in-law’s new-found assertiveness and awaited her son’s response , already quite sure what it would be.
Simon was too busy moving to another level of the military combat game  to respond.
“Simon! I’m talking to you…put that silly thing down will you!” she yelled in a raised voice.
“What did your last slave die of ? Do it yourself!” Simon snapped back , tilting the game pad and then slamming it down angrily. “DAMMIT WOMAN …you made me lose that level !”

Dana looked at her mentor Janet .
“I hope you’re not going to let that go?” Janet asked 
“Here goes !” Dana sighed , rising  from her chair  and striding purposely over to Simon.
Taking him by surprise she pried  the game from his grip.
Simon had never seen Dana act this way and his attitude immediately changed.
Dana stood with hands on hips staring down at him.
“This thing is being confiscated until we get back home. How dare you speak to me like that in front of your Mother . Get your keister downstairs mister !” she barked.

Simon flushed , suddenly realizing his wife’s intentions.
“Downstairs? ..but….”he stammered.
Dana  pointed to the stairs.
“DOWNSTAIRS NOW ! Or would you prefer I  deal with you right here in front of your Mother?”  she told him .
“No Ma’am”  her tough husband replied and scurried downstairs like a frightened puppy.
Janet laughed out loud , “WOW! That went way better than I thought!”
Dana beamed proudly before putting on her sternest look and descending the stairs.

Simon waited  uneasily for his wife  , eyes down and hands clasped in front of him.
He had clearly been in this position before.
“Right…get your clothes off…all of them!” Dana ordered.
Her husband’s eyes grew as wide as saucers.
“Whaat?”he asked incredulously
Dana was already busying herself , placing a chair in the middle of the room , and looked over her shoulder at him.

“You heard me! STRIP…every stitch off …and then bend over this chair!” she ordered.
Simon hesitate for a moment and Dana smiled when he began removing his clothes.
 Dana stood at the cupboard studying the implements.
She had taken instructions from Janet and practiced with all of them , knocking the stuffing out of the sofa cushions, so had already made the decision to use the Jokari paddle.
She liked the feel of it , it was large enough to cover an entire cheek,  easy to swing and  was sure to sting like the dickens !
She wanted Simon to be feeling the effects of the Jokari every time he sat down for the next day or two. 

The look on Simon’s face when he saw Dana holding the Jokari confirmed her choice.
She tapped the paddle in her palm as he stood naked in front of her.
Despite his embarrassment he had a huge erection.
Dana tapped it with the paddle . “I’ll take care of that later…” a faint grin playing on her face.“Bend over that  chair and hold on tight mister!” she said .
She felt a sudden charge of excitement pulse through her veins .
Taking charge of Simon in this way was giving her quite a thrill in more ways than one.

Obediently Simon bent over holding onto the seat of the chair with both hands.
Dana stepped up to the plate and gave her husband’s taut , muscular buns an admiring look.
They were a lily white hue at the moment but she would soon be turning them a deep red!
“Hold on to the chair and stay in place. If you start squirming around I’ll start over…do you understand?” she instructed.
“YES MA’AM!” came the prompt reply.

Simon’s cheeks clenched when he felt Dana tap the big paddle against them.
“Get that bottom right out mister!” she instructed.
Simon arched his back to present a better target.
“How many swats will I get Ma’am ?” he asked.
Dana smiled with satisfaction enjoying the power she possessed.
“Don’t you dare question me. I’m in charge of this paddling and you’ll receive as many as I feel you need….plus a dozen more for daring to ask such a question!” she scolded.
“Sorry Ma’am” 

Upstairs  Janet sat by the fire reading her book but with her ears  and  attention trained on the basement door.
‘SSPLAAATTT!’ “YEOOW!”
‘WHAAAPPP!’ “OOOW!”
‘SSPLAAATTT!’ “GAAAH!”
‘WHAAAPPP!’ “OUCH!”
The proceedings were underway.


Even Janet winced at the sound .
The paddling was a ferocious one and Dana released 3 years of frustration onto Simon’ bare backside .
She felt a sense of release with every swat and the sight of her husband’s rear getting redder and redder inspired her.
Simon was bawling loudly after the first dozen or so swats.
By 25 he was blubbering incoherently - but the whacking continued.
Dana stopped for a breather after delivering stroke number 40.
“Is my punishment almost over Ma’am ? My butt feels like it’s on fire!” Simon whined.
His tone was submissive . 
“Didn’t I  warn you not to question me ?” she barked at him.
“YES MA’AM….SORRY MA’AM” Simon babbled.
“You already have a dozen extra coming for the first offence and I’ll add another dozen for that remark.
These will be the hardest yet and I want you to count out and thank me for each one….do you understand?”
“YES MA’AM !”

Just then  Nancy and Jeff arrived home from their trip to the boxing day sales.
Nancy’s was clearly irritated and Jeff was looking quite surly.
“How was the shopping ?” Janet asked tentatively.
“OK …but no thanks to him!” Nancy replied poking Jeff in the chest , “…it’s like shopping with a two year old …and to top it off he got a ticket for blowing a red light!”
“It wasn’t red!” Jeff argued.
Nancy glared at him “Oh really Jeff? Well I can tell something’s going to be very red once I get you down stairs !”

Grabbing Jeff by the ear she led him towards the basement stairs but was halted  in her tracks  upon  hearing the sound of Dana’s paddle cracking against bare skin.
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“GUUUUH!   ONE! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“AAAGH!   TWO! THANK YOU MA’AM!”

“The basement’s occupied right now honey….you’ll have to wait your turn.” Janet said.
A broad grin spread over Nancy’s face.
“Dana ? Simon ? It’s about time…..” she declared looking at her Mother.
“Is she using the Jokari ?”
Janet nodded.
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“WAAAAH!   THREE! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“OOOOH!   FOUR! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
Nancy looked at Jeff , “You’ve never felt the Jokari have you ?”
Jeff  looked very worried.
SSSPLAAATTTT!’ ‘WHHHHHAAAPP!
“GAAAAH!  FIVE! THANK YOU MA’AM!” “SIX! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
‘THWAAAAPPPP!
“AIOOOW!  SEVEN! TH…TH..THANK YOU MM…MA’AM!” 
Simon’s voice was quivering now.
“Hear that Jeffie ? Boy does it sting…..just what a bad boy like you needs !” she teased.

Jeff cringed listening to every stroke Dana delivered .
A hard final stroke caused Simon to  spring to his feet  and dance wildly around the room rubbing his backside.
It was quite an amusing  sight which Dana could not resist capturing on her phone camera.
Chuckling to herself , she calmly put away the Jokari and stood with arms folded watching  her husband’s silly dance.
“Turn around and get your nose in that corner!” she ordered when he finally stopped.
Simon obeyed , turning to display his red and blistered bottom.
Dana took another picture.

Simon looked concerned.
“What are you taking pictures for ?” he asked.
Dana was in complete control and in her element now.
“That’s my business…perhaps I’ll post them on my facebook page …” she mused , “…or perhaps I could send them to your marine buddies to let them know who really wears the pants in our family….”
Simon looked at her in disbelief , “You wouldn’t?”
“Let’s just call them my little insurance policy shall we Simon?”
“Now stay in that corner and be quiet . Then you can get dressed and  apologize to your Mother and I. Understood?” 
“Yes Ma’am”

A triumphant Dana marched Simon upstairs to a round of applause from Janet and Nancy.
Tough Marine Sergeant Simon was sore , red-faced , teary eyed and thoroughly humbled.
Dana giggled  “I left the Jokari on the table. The way the men behave around here I figured it wouldn’t be long before it would be needed again!”
Nancy cackled , “Actually it won’t even have time to cool down Dana….get downstairs Jeff!”
“Yes Ma’am” Jeff replied.

Dana stood with arms folded looking at her husband .
“Well Simon?”
With some difficulty , Simon  mouthed an apology worthy of Dana’s satisfaction.
“Good boy….now stoke that fire and fetch me my slippers. You can give me a foot rub like you used to.”
“Yes Ma’am”.

Shortly after , Gerry arrived home as a still red-faced Simon  was dutifully handing Dana her slippers and gingerly rubbing the seat of his jeans.
He paused near the basement stairs and  heard familiar sounds.
‘SPPPLATTT!’ “OOOOW!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “OOOH!”
‘SPLAAAATTT!’ “WAAH!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “AIOOOW!”
Nancy was busy introducing the Jokari to Jeff’s bare backside .

A puzzled Gerry looked at Janet “What’s going on around here?”
Janet simply shrugged ,smiled and rose to  him a big kiss.
“Remember the Jokari paddle dear?” she asked.
Gerry grimaced and put a palm to the seat of his jeans.
“Yea…..it’s been a while…….but I certainly remember it.” He recalled.
“Well Simon’s going to be remembering it for the next day or two ….won’t you honey?” Dana chirped
Simon was kneeling in front of his wife , massaging her feet.
“Yes I will Ma’am” he mumbled.
“Oh you can call me Dana or honey now sweetie!” Dana gushed.

Janet pulled back and scowled at Gerry.
“That better not be beer I smell on you Gerry Blackwell….did you stop at Murphy’s?”
The guilt on Gerry’s face was obvious.
“Well no….but….er…yes…just for one…or so?” he babbled.
The noises from downstairs intensified.
‘SPPPLATTT!’ “AIOOOOW!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “OOOW!”
‘SPLAAAATTT!’ “AAAARGH!”
Nancy was thoroughly enjoying herself , swinging the Jokari like a pro , cracking it against one cheek and then the other.
“12 more to come Jeffie…count ‘em!”
“Nancy should be done in a minute… or should I say Jeff’s behind will be ‘well done’…...then it’s your turn for the Jokari mister.” She scolded.