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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Teaching the Boss's Wife....the Blackwell way - FM Spanking Story



Janet Blackwell paused to adjust her husband Gerry's position over her lap.
"Dammit Gerry! Will you stop that squirming around and take your spanking like a man?" she challenged
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'CRAACK!'
"OW!" "OOW!" "AAAARGH!" "I'M SORRY MA'AM!"
Gerry howled and bucked on his wife's lap as her hairbrush peppered his backside with another stinging volley of whacks.


Janet paused again , this time to swing a shapely leg over both of Gerry's to hold him in place.
"Oh you're gonna be sorry alright Mister.....Ill teach you to go out to strip bars with that Boss of yours and then have  the gall to lie to me about it!" she lectured.
"But I didn't lie hun....I mean Ma'am....we were talking business with clients...." Gerry pleaded.
His wife sighed and raised her arm to resume the hair-brushing.
"You still haven't learnt your lesson have you darling? Well perhaps this will get through to you!" Janet replied.
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'CRAACK!'
"GAAAH!" "OOOOOW!" "AAAH!"
Janet went to work with her hair-brush , aiming exclusively for the back of her naughty husband's tender thighs.
Despite his best efforts to avoid the onslaught , Gerry's wife had him well and truly pinned.
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'TWWHAACK!' 'WHAAACK!' 'CRAACK!


Janet knew the spanking was finally making the right impression on Gerry so picked up the tempo.
He would still be feeling  this when he sat down at his desk on Monday.
"DAMMIT!",  Janet sighed when she heard the doorbell ring upstairs , "Who the hell could that be on a Saturday morning?"
A grateful smile crept over Gerry's face.
"Saved by the bell!" he joked. "OOOOW!" , his amusement was corrected by a particularly hard whack from his wife's brush to his behind.
"We're far from done her mister so get your nose into the corner and wait while I see who it is!" she ordered , spilling him unceremoniously onto the floor.


It was only when Janet had opened the door to find a tall , elegant , well-dressed lady , that she realised she still had the hairbrush in her hand.
She placed her hand behind her back to hide it as she studied the woman's face.
"You don't remember me Janet? We met at our husbands' work party.... Gerry works for my husband Nigel?" she said , extending a hand , "Lorna....Lorna Noonan".


Janet's face lit up when she realised it was indeed Gerry's new boss's wife at their door.
"Did I come at a bad time ?" Lorna asked , sensing Janet's discomfort.
"Er....um...no...no of course not....but if you're looking for Gerry he's er....ah....indisposed at the moment." she said , disguising a grin.
She had been making quite the racket downstairs with her hairbrush and Gerry's howling so she wondered if Lorna had been there long enough to hear .
"Actually I came to talk to you Janet." Lorna replied , cocking an eyebrow when she spied the big hairbrush in Janet's hand.
"Well you'd best come in then ..." Janet replied .


Downstairs in the basement , Gerry's ears were anxiously trying to decipher the conversation upstairs as he stood obediently in the corner fighting the urge to rub his blistered behind.
His face turned redder than his rump when he realised who Janet was talking to,
"SHIT! It's Nigel's wife..." he gasped.


Meanwhile his wife was reveling in the irony of the situation.
If only Lorna knew that she had been paddling Gerry for going to a strip club when the wife of his accomplice happened to arrive at their door.
"Have a seat Mrs. Noonan and I'll make us some tea!" Janet said loud enough for her husband to hear.
Gerry panicked , wondering what his wife was up to , but knew enough to stay in position.
"Darn it Janet....why didn't  you make an excuse and send her away!" he seethed.
On the plus side , at least his paddling was over ....for now.


The two women chatted amiably for a few minutes while the tea was being made while Gerry fidgeted nervously downstairs.
When Janet placed the tray on the coffee table , the hairbrush sat conspicuously beside it.
Lorna could not take her eyes off it and when Janet leaned over to remove it she was surprised when her visitor asked to look at it.
A mischievious grin played on Lorna's face as she tapped the back of the brush against her palm.
"They don't make them like this anymore do they? May I ask where you bought it?" she asked.
"Actually it's a family heirloom , passed down from my Mother to me....she got it from my Grandmother....and her Mother before that I think." Janet said.


Lorna smiled , "That explains your beautiful long hair....that old adage of 100 brush strokes a night must work!"
"Oh I doubt if it was ever used much to brush hair!" Janet replied, savouring the look on Mrs. Noonan's face before continuing.
"You see in our family , the Matriarch has always been responsible for discipline.
That old hairbrush has tanned many the naughty male bottom over the past few generations - and still gets used at least once a month here!
It's the secret of a long happy marriage...I'm proud to say we've never had a divorce in the family. This is the best marriage counsellor in the world !" Janet declared proudly staring at the sacred brush.

With a captive audience in Lorna , Janet went on to explain the history of the brush starting with her Great-Grandmother Beth back in the 1900's.
In fact she rambled on so much she completely lost track of time , completely forgetting that Gerry was still downstairs , bare-assed and waiting for the rest of his spanking.
"OMIGOSH GERRY!" she gasped , putting a hand to her mouth when she looked at the clock,
"What's wrong Janet?" a curious Lorna asked.
Janet quickly rose to her feet.
"Please excuse me for a few minutes Lorna, I just remembered I have some unfinished business with Gerry downstairs.....help yourself to tea...I won't be long.
With that she spun on her heel and made her way downstairs.

She was pleased to see her husband's still very red backside still waiting in the corner.
"Where the hell have you been !" Gerry complained impatiently.
'SMACK!' "OW!"
Janet smacked Gerry's rump so hard it was clearly heard by their guest upstairs.
Lorna cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone! I'm far from finished with you yet mister.." she scolded.
Gerry's face flushed red when Janet informed him who their visitor was - and that she was still there.
"....but Janet....my spanking will have to wait....she'll hear!" he protested anxiously.
Janet walked to the cupboard and calmly retrieved the senior cane.
She swished it through the air and the familiar sound made Gerry's head twist around.
"Please Janet.." he pleaded.
"Since you're worried about the noise this will be quiet but effective...." she mused, "....the only thing is to keep you quiet...." she continued.
"Turn around and face me!" she barked.
Her husband's eyes grew as big as saucers when Janet wiggled out of her tight capri pants and peeled off her lace bikini undies.
"Open wide darling." she commanded , placing the garment under Gerry's nose.
Gerry hesitated for a moment , but the mere look on his wife's face told him he should obey.
His mouth opened and he gagged when Janet stuffed her panties in his mouth.
"That out to muffle the noises!" she giggled.
"Bend over the chair.....a dozen with this little gem out to be enough to finish your lessson!" she declared.

Meanwhile , upstairs Lorna's ears were perked listening for more.
'SWISH' 'WHACK!' "GGGGGHHH!"
The noise was subdued but still audible.
She cocked an eyebrow trying to comprehend the sounds coming from downstairs.
Lorna sipped her tea until she had counted out 12 strokes followed by the sound of Janet's scolding voice.
Downstairs , Janet was admiring her handiwork.
She placed a hand on the raised , red welts she had just painted on her husband's ass and thighs.
Gerry winced.
"Yes...very nice...that should last for a while...."she grinned."Now get dressed while I return to our guest..."

"Sorry about that Lorna....but some things between a husband and wife just can't wait can they?
Now where were we?" Janet said when she rejoined Lorna.
"Actually , I came here to apologize for the way Nigel spoke to you at the party last week.
You were right to reprimand him....unfortunately he can be a bit of a spoilt brat sometimes.
Anyway , I felt so bad about it I wanted to let you know ." Lorna said.

"It would mean more if Nigel had the courage to apologize himself Lorna.....don't you think it's about time you taught him some manners?" Janet replied.
"How on earth would I do that ?" Lorna chuckled.
Janet picked up the big brush on the table."As I told you....this is the secret to a happy marriage..."
Just then Gerry re-appeared and greeted their guest with a smile ....and a grimace.
"Hi Lorna....how nice of you to stop by....is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
The tone of his voice hinted that he was anxious for his boss's wife to leave.
"No Gerry....just girls stuff with Janet and I..." Lorna replied.
"Shall you tell Lorna about you and Nigel's exploits at the strip club or shall I ?" Janet interjected.
"Strip club? Why that little....." Lorna exclaimed.

While Gerry squirmed , Janet proceeded to bring her new friend up to date on her husband's after work activities.
Lorna was visibly shaken and angry.
"Why don't you run along while Lorna and I finish our chat ....and Gerry....don't  you dare call Nigel about this !" she warned.

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

Nigel Doonan strutted into the house in his usual arrogant manner and gave his wife a peck on her cheek.
"Sorry I'm late Lorna....you know what it's like at the office.....even on weekends. Give me a minute to clean up before we go to dinner.
Lorna was already dressed for dinner in her elegant gown and heels and had been waiting for an hour.
"You couldn't call to let me know you'd be late?' she asked sternly.
Nigel shrugged , "Much too busy sweetie....now why don't you redo your lipstick or something while you're waiting!" came the reply.
Lorna could feel the rage build up inside her , but remembering Janet's advice she remained calm - but firm.

"Yes when I called the club the bartender told me you were very busy.....pushing $50's into a girl's undies!" she announced.
Nigel's face flushed red and his jaw dropped , guilt written all over his face.
"Seems like you and Gerry have been spending a lot of time there ?" she prodded.
"Gerry told you about that?" Nigel exclaimed incredulously.
Lorna grinned and gave her husband a good look at the brand new big wooden hairbrush in her right hand.
"Let's just say Janet 'beat it out of him' with this....just like I'm going to beat some manners into you!" she announced.
Lorna was in full gear now and went on to give her husband a lengthy and detailed lecture about his behaviour and her plan to repair their marriage.
All the time he remained silent , his eyes trained on the brush Lorna tapped menacingly against her palm as she spoke.

When she was finished , she sat down hiked her gown and patted her lap.
"Get those pants down and get over my lap. You are in for the spanking of your life!" Lorna warned.
In fact it was going to be the first spanking of the spoilt young man's life !
Still stunned , Nigel hesitated so Lorna stood up and began undoing his belt.
He did not resist as his wife yanked his expensive suit pants to his ankles.
His face glowed when his silk shorts joined them!
"For the remainder of this evening....including dinner....you will refer to me as Ma'am.....is that understood?" she scolded.
"Yes Ma'am!" came the reply.
A satisfied smile played on Lorna's face.
She knew she had won - and her errant husband was about to pay the price .

Lorna took a moment to savour the moment and admire Nigel's cute , pale , muscled rump as he lay helpless over her lap.
His butt cheeks clenched when she tapped the hard wood of the brush against them.
"I am going to blister your butt soooo good Nigel Noonan.....you won't be able to sit for a week!" she announced.
Her right arm rose high in the air and she commenced Nigel's first of many spankings just the way Janet had taught her.
By the 15th spank her husband was already howling and complaining how much it hurt.
His howls had turned to wails and pleads of mercy by the time she reached 40 but Lorna was far from finished.
The reddening of her husband's cheeks seemed to inspire her to spank harder and faster.
After 100 spanks she had lost count and commenced a rapid-fire attack on her husband's vulnerable lower cheeks and upper thighs.
A repentant Nigel was crying real tears but still Lorna would not stop.
The skin on his sit spots on both cheeks were scorched and blistering but his wife continued to dance her brush all over his rear-quarters until he was a sorry sobbing mess.

Finally , Lorna dumped Nigel off her lap , took him by the ear and marched him into the corner.
Then she picked up the phone and called Janet.
"Hi Janet its Lorna. I was wondering if you and Gerry were free you could join us for dinner tonight?" she asked , casting a glance at Nigel's well spanked backside.
Janet chuckled , "I'm sure sitting down for a few hours is the last thing Gerry would like to do this evening but I'm quite sure I can convince him."
"Tell him he won't be the only one sitting on a very sore bottom Janet.....I'll fill you on on the details tonight. Shall we say 8 o'clock at Luigi's ?" Lorna tittered.




















































































Monday, March 23, 2015

Mrs. Blackwell Misbehaves - MF Illustrated Spanking Story



Janet Blackwell fidgeted nervously in the dining room waiting for her husband to return.
Her husband Gerry glared at her , still somewhat astonished by his wife's behaviour.
"Sorry Gerry...I guess I blew it for you huh?" she muttered quietly.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Spanking implement on display - FM spanking cartoon

It's bad enough that his wife gave him a spanking before their dinner guests arrived , but to have the implement on display , and available for use.....well it should guarantee two very well behaved gentlemen at the dinner table !


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Spanked Sergeants - FM Spanking Story



Marine Sergeant Simon Blackwell , gazed ruefully at the big Jokari paddle hanging on the closet door as pushed the vacuum cleaner around the room.
At the Army base , he was the Sergeant in charge barking out the orders to recruits , but at home things were different.

Standing behind him with arms folded  , dilligently watching his every move , was his wife Dana.
"Don't forget the corners and under the sofa honey." she reminded him.
Simon replied with a polite, "Yes Maam."
The mere sight of the big paddle hanging there was enough to keep his tone respectful.

It had been 24 hours since Dana had blistered his bare backside with it and he was still feeling the effects.
Dana knew Simon spent all day Friday's sitting at his desk preparing the week's reports and had scheduled his paddling accordingly.
She certainly enjoyed phoning him on Friday afternoon to ask how his bottom felt.
Ironically , Simon was assigning discipline duties to a recruit when Dana called which made it even more uncomfortable.
"Well Simon? I asked you a question.....or perhaps you'd like a little refresher with my cane when you get home tonight?' she warned.
Simon squirmed on his seat ....it was bad enough that his backside was tender and blistered but now he had to compliment his wife on her handiwork.

He paused to chose his words carefully as the recruit stood stiffly in front of him waiting.
"It's still pretty sore...." he murmered.
"What?" Dana prompted.
Simon looked up at the recruit who was clearly curious.
"Ma'am....it's still pretty sore Ma'am." he repeated in a low voice.


Dana sensed her husband was not alone.
"Is someone with you honey?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am!" came the terse reply.
"Oh! Then I guess you don't want them to know that Sergeant Simon Blackwell gets his bare bottom spanked by his wife when he needs it?" she teased.
"No Ma'am I do not !"

Simon noticed the recruit fighting the urge to smile.
Dana decided to give her husband a reprieve.
"Well I'll let you get back to work honey ....but don't forget your promise....I want you on your knees pleasuring me tonight.....I'm sooooo horny!" she cooed .
Simon suddenly felt an erection straining against his fatiques.

He certainly did not want to earn a repeat dose of the Jokari before having dinner with friends later.
Dana always kept the paddle hanging in full view for a few days after his punishment as a reminder to him.
She would not hesitate to use it again if he dared to anger her.
To his relief ,  the doorbell rang.
"That will be Betty. I invited her over to watch a movie. You can bring that upstairs and then get started on cleaning the windows." she ordered.

Upstairs Dana embraced her good friend and neighbour Betty , a lanky , athletic blonde who was married to Simon's best friend and fellow Sergeant Adam.
Simon forced a smile ,bidding Betty a subdued "hello" as he walked passed with the vacuum.
"Boy do you have him well trained Dana. What's your secret?" she asked.
"Oh I have my ways.....don't I honey?" Dana replied , glancing at a blushing Simon.

While Simon went outside to tend the windows , the two girls settled down on the sofa to share a bottle of wine and watch the movie.
It didn't take long for them to empty the bottle , and Betty went to the washroom while a tipsy Dana opened another bottle .

When Betty returned she spied the Jokari hanging on the handle.
Picking it up she swung it through the air.
"I used to be very good at this you know." she mused.
The wine had relaxed Dana a bit more than normal.
"I'm very good with it too ....just ask Simon." she said.
"Oh does Simon play too?" a curious Betty asked.
" Sort of..." Dana replied impishly.

Betty's jaw dropped when  Dana proceed to describe in great detail how she kept her tough husband in line by paddling his backside with the paddle.
"Simon's Mom suggested it and  taught me everything . As soon as I started paddling his backside he became a better husband.
If you don't believe me , let me show you."' Dana  boasted , showing her friend the photos on her phone.
"WOW! Nice cute  butt.......boy is it red! You did that?" Betty asked excitedly.
Dana nodded and proudly showed her friend her collection of Simon's paddling photos.

"This one's after the senior cane. He got 20 strokes for swearing at me in front of his parents. Look at those welts...he couldn't sit for a week after that one!
The best part was making him apologize while he was bare-assed and bent over the chair waiting for me to whip his ass with the cane.
I can tell you he was one sorry boy after that and it'll be a cold day in hell when he ever does that again.
I always leave the paddle or cane hanging on the door handle as a reminder to him ."

Betty looked seriously at Dana .
"Do you think that would work with Adam? Things haven't been going good between us for a while and I don't know what to do about it."
Dana switched off the movie."Let's you and I have a little talk shall we Betty? Pass me that cushion."
"What for?" her friend asked.
"You'll see." Dana replied.
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"That was a great supper Dana.....I wish Betty could cook like that !" Adam said.
Dana looked at her friend who did not react to her husband's insensitive comment.
Betty took a deep breath and looked sternly at Adam.
"I've told you before Adam .. I don't appreciate comments like that ....they are not funny!" she scolded.
Adam was surprised by Betty's response but was unrepentant.
"But it's true honey....your cooking is terrible!" he blurted.

There was an uncomfortable silence before Simon rose and began clearing the table.
Adam looked at his friend in disbelief.
"What are you doing Simon....sit down.....that's womens work!" he said loudly.
Dana looked impatiently at her protege.
"Tell me you are not going to let him away with that Betty?" she prodded.

Betty stood up , put both hands on the table and looked down at Adam.
At 5' 9" she was an inch taller than her stocky , muscular husband.
 "Adam Welks you will take that comment back and apologize . Then you will help Simon with the dishes!" she said firmly.

The cockily , confident Adam was momentarily taken aback by his wife's newfound bravado.
"NO WAY?" he blurted , his face contorting in disbelief.
Betty reacted by grabbing her husband roughly by the ear and hauling him to her eye level.
She looked over at Dana.
"I'm so sorry Dana. I'm afraid Adam needs a lesson in manners which just can't wait. May I take him downstairs for a few minutes?" she asked.
"LEGGO DAMMIT BETTY! "  "THAT @^%##@ HURTS!" Adam squealed.

Dana applauded and Simon looked on in astonishment.
"You'll find the Jokari hanging in its usual place !" she giggled .
Simon looked at his wife sternly as he watched Betty guide her errant husband downstairs.
"Have you and Betty been.....?" Simon asked.
Dana grinned ,shrugging her shoulders innocently . "Maybe?"
He grinned back , "Well Adam can be a bit of a jerk sometimes...he deserves it ."

'THWAAACKK!' "OOOOOW!"
'WHAAAAPP!' "YEOOOW!"
'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' ''THWAACKK!' "AAAAAAGGGH!  OOOW!"
Simon cringed , "WOW! Betty's got quite a good technique?"
Dana beamed proudly , "She learned from the best!"



Downstairs , Betty was reveling in her new-found power and delivering quite a memorable lesson to her repenting husband .
Dana had taught her well and Betty's athletic build and natural technique added a real snap to her swing.
She had planned on giving Adam a full 50 good whacks , but after delivering whack number 30 her 'not -so-tough' husband was already wailing like a baby.
It was almost embarrassing.
'THWAAAAPPP!' 'WHOP!'"WAAAAH! PLEASE MA'AM! NO MORE! I BEG YOU! STOP....IT HURTS TOO BAD!"

Betty paused , pacing behind her man.
Adam winced when she placed a hand on his tender buttocks to inspect the damage.
His skin was raging red and roasted  from his upper thighs to the tops of his cheeks , and he was sobbing and shaking like a leaf.
Betty knew her headstrong husband was well and truly broken and seized the opportunity.
The sense of power was intoxicating.

"Are you listening carefully Adam?" she asked imperiously.
"YES MA'AM!" Adam replied obediently.
Teasingly she patted his buttocks and grinned when they clenched in anticipation.
"You know you have another 20 whacks to go ?" she reminded him.
"NO! PLEASE MA'AM....NO MORE...I've learned my lesson....I'll do anything....PLEASE NO MORE WHACKS!" he pleaded.

Betty smiled.
"What's up ? Can't you take the big paddle big man ?" she teased.
"OK then....I guess I'll just have to put you over my knee and spank you like a little boy then !"

Betty proceeded to announce a long list of changes to their relationship.
Adam would never again treat her disrespectfully , he would never again put her down or make inappropriate comments , he would assume a fair share of the household chores , etc. , etc........
Adam listened and agreed with each one.
Betty informed him that any poor behaviour by him would result in her administering corporal punishment.

"Are you finished Hon ?....my ass feels like its on fire....I've had enough..." Adam pleaded.
Betty giggled.
"Oh your cute little tushie certainly looks like its on fire dear , but your still getting that spanking - you may stand up." she replied.
Her husband slowly straightened up , grimacing and clutching his sore backside.
"STAND AT ATTENTION!" Betty hollered at him , pointing to a spot on the floor .
Immediately , Adam stood up straight , hands by his sides and chest out.
"YES MA'AM!"

Amusingly , Adam's penis also stood to attention with an uncontrolable erection.
"If I'd known a good paddling would have that effect on you I'd have started doing it a lot sooner!"
She wrapped a palm around his member and squeezed hard.
Her husband flinched but remained in position.
"Good boy!" Betty giggled.

Betty took the chair Adam had been bending over and sat down , patting her lap.
"Get over my knee." she ordered firmly.
Adam's jaw dropped.
"Please Betty." he pleaded.
"You're clearly not man enough to bend over and take the paddle so I'll have to put you over my knee and give you a good , old-fashioned spanking my dear husband." she told him,
"I'm gonna teach you who really wears the pants in our house!" Betty declared as her husband draped himself over her lap.
Upstairs Dana and Simon listened and waited for their guests to return.
"I thought she would have given him more swats than that." Simon observed.
Dana grinned , "Well he is a spanking version honey....but I don't think Betty's finished with him yet..."

'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
"OW!"  "OUCH!" "YEOW!" "OW!"
Bettyy's palm rapidly danced all over Adam's bare backside.
He squirmed and bucked on her lap as she peppered his behind incessantly.

After a couple of minutes of non-stop spanking Betty paused for a breather.
She wrapped one of her long , dancer-like legs around both of Adam's and pinned one of his arms against the small of his back.
"One thing you'd better learn my husband is that I will not tolerate any squirming around when I'm spanking you....do you understand?"
"YES MA'AM!"
"GOOD! BECAUSE I'M STARTING YOUR SPANKING OVER!" she announced.

Betty restarted the spanking - this time harder and faster.
SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
"AAAAH!" "OOOOW!"
The frenzied spanking continued non-stop for a full 5 minutes until Betty's hand was stinging too much to continue.
"I've a good mind to get the hairbrush and keep going, but we've kept our host's waiting long enough." Betty warned , pushing Adam off her lap.

Moments later a red-faced and sorry looking Adam was upstairs , with Betty standing behind him beaming with pride.
He addressed Dana and Simon , "I'm really sorry about my behaviour guys....I'd like to apologize".
Betty scowled and delivered a hearty slap to her husband's rump with enough force to propel him forward.
Adam looked back at his wife who prompted him by raising a brow.
"....washing dishes is NOT women's work , I'd be pleased to do them while your girls relax,"
"Apology accepted ." Dana replied with a grim.

Simon put a sympathetic arm around his buddy.
"Welcome to the club Adam......wash or dry?" he asked.






Monday, March 2, 2015

The Paddled Pie-makers - MF /FM Spanking Story



Kate had been acting up all week and knew she was in for a long overdue spanking.
Interestingly , her sassiness and poor manners always occurred when her best friend and neighbour Jo was present.

The first time I decided to let it go , not wanting to embarrass her in front of our friend , but I made sure to give Kate a look she recognized.
However , when her poor behaviour persisted , I scolded her with Jo present , making sure my spanking threats were veiled ones , and stopping short of mentioning the ‘S’ word but Kate knew what I meant .
Jo was very curious but neither Kate or I elaborated on her questions.

Last Friday I arrived home from work to find Kate and Jo arm deep in dough making apple pies together.
Beside them was an empty bottle of wine which I was quite sure was not part of the recipe.
Their rosy cheeks and demeanour confirmed both ladies were quite tipsy.

I put my arms around Kate, hugging her from behind as she stood at the counter with her hands in a bowl of flour while Jo sat at the table observing.
“Making pies are we?” I asked , admittedly a stupid question.
Kate’s eye glinted at yet another opportunity to demonstrate her sassiness in front of Jo and test my resolve. 
“DUH? What does it look like Mr Obvious!” she cheekily replied , sending Jo into a fit of girlish giggles.

This time I had to act.
Taking her by surprise , I delivered a hard swat to the seat of Kate’s jeans.
She let out a yelp and bucked forward.
“OW THAT STUNG!” she squealed.
“That’s just a sample of what you’re going to get once Jo leaves!” I warned.

Jo immediately responded with an impish grin.
“Oh please go ahead…don’t let me get in the way of a little domestic discipline?” she said excitedly.
I looked over at her .
“Actually Jo it’s best that I wait until we’re alone…she’s getting it on the bare bottom so it will  be quite noisy!” I declared.
Kate’s face flushed and Jo looked surprised.

“A darn good spanking wouldn’t do you any harm you know…... Norm needs to give you exactly what Kate’s getting!” I added.
This time it was Jo’s turn to blush and for once she was speechless.

I turned to Kate.
“You can do that later….off you go to the bedroom. By the time I’m through with you you’ll be happy to be doing something to do that doesn’t involve sitting!”
I gave her behind another hefty swat.
“Off you go now!”
Kate responded with a humble “Yes Sir” and scurried down the hall to the bedroom , rubbing the seat of her jeans.
I turned to Jo.
“Please excuse us!” I grinned , rolling up my sleeves.

Kate was in such a frenzy for a spanking she was already stark naked by the time I had retrieved the hairbrush and literally leapt over my lap.
As usual , I started her off with a brisk hand-spanking to warm up her bottom and ready it for the harshness of the brush.
Knowing we had a captive audience listening in I made a point of turning up the volume , cupping my palm to make sure each spank was extra loud and raising my voice to scold Kate as I spanked.
My wife was never the type to take a spanking quietly so she was soon howling like a banshee to add to the cacophony!
Then when the hairbrush was introduced , the gunshot like spanks sounded a lot worse than they really were and must have terrified poor Jo.

I’m not sure how long Jo remained in the kitchen listening to me blistering Kate’s bare bottom  , but by the time I returned to the kitchen she was gone.
While Kate stood in the corner with her chastised red cheeks on display , the phone rang.
It was Jo’s husband Norm.
“I hear our two gals have been kind of sassy this week?” Norm said when he heard my voice.
I laughed.
“That's right Norm , but I can tell you that one of them is a real sore , sorry gal right now !” I said.
“Make that two! ” Norm replied , "The pair of them are going to have trouble sitting at the Restaurant tonight!”.

Norm went on to tell me that Jo actually told him that I was spanking Kate and that she needed the same . so Norm gladly obliged.
I also found out that Jo was not as naive as I thought and that Norm warmed her bottom regularly !

Friday nights were a regular night out for Jo ,Norm , Kate and myself but this one was especially memorable.
The spankings had added a little spice , and Norm and I made sure to tease the girls about it all evening.
 Jo and Kate both wore red dresses that of a similar style and we teased them that it wasn’t just their dresses that were red and matching !
Of course our naughty girls turned up the heat by revealing that their bottoms were so tender neither of them were wearing panties !
It was cute to watch the two of them squirm on their tender bottoms over dinner ,especially knowing they were bare underneath.

We returned to our place after dinner and the girls stood rubbing their bottoms as they made the coffee and confirmed they were indeed sans panties.
Norm studied the still unfinished pies and a mischievious grin spread over his face.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked me.

A few minutes later , Norm and I sat at the table drinking our coffee watching Kate and Jo stand at  the counter finishing the pies.
We had them hike up their skirts to display their nakedness from the waist down .
It was quite a sight to see their shapely , still red,  matching bottoms wiggling and  glowing before us as they finished the pies.



The view was even better when the ladies bent seductively forward to place the pies in the oven giving their delectable bottoms a teasing little jiggle as they did so.
Kate pouted and rubbed her rear.
“I don’t know about you Jo but my butt feels as hot as that oven!”she remarked.
“Yea mine too ! Why don’t you guys put some cold cream on them while the pies are cooking?” Jo added.

Norm and I looked at each other in wonder that this was really happening ,  as Kate fetched  the cold cream and handed it to us.
“I guess it’s time for us naughty girls to go back over your laps guys ?” Kate winked seductively.
Norm and I needed no encouragement , and eagerly patted our laps.

Kate and Jo looked at each other impishly  , then Jo walked over to me and laid over my lap while Kate  draped herself over a surprised Norm.
For a brief moment we were unsure how to proceed.
“Well ? What are you two waiting for? “ Kate chirped.
“Yea ..Don’t you see our bottoms need attention?” Jo added.



I stared at the stunning curves of Jo’s red rear and her long shapely legs , which she opened slightly to show a glistening wetness  .
“They certainly do…they certainly do…” Norm and I agreed.

Swapping partners had always been on our minds , and giving our ladies a red bottom made us all hot enough to actually make it happen.
As I rubbed the cream into Jo's hot cheeks she squirmed and teased , allowing my fingers to slip inside her thighs.
Beside me I could hear Kate's familiar moaning and knew exactly what it meant.

Kate and Norm soon retreated to our main bedroom , and I carried Jo off to the spare room .
The passion was uncontrollable and the lovemaking was a passionate , fiery marathon.
In fact we were all so tired that we slept late the next day.

By the time Norm and I rose  , Kate and Jo greeted us in the kitchen tapping  large wooden spoons against their palms.
The smell of smoke and burnt foot filled our nostrils.
We had forgotten about the pies in the oven and they were burned to a crisp.
Luckily the oven had shut off automatically to prevent a fire -  but not before making a holy mess.

"This is all your fault for making us finish those pies and then distracting us like that. So you guys are going to clean up the mess ....but you'll be doing it OUR way!" Kate announced.
It had been Norm and I who suggested the girsls finish the pies so we were guilty as charged.
"Your way?" I asked.
“Yes..you can wear these and nothing else !” Jo grinned , handing Norm and I  kitchen aprons and rubber gloves !

The girls chuckled at the sight of their two men clad in the ridiculous outfits , made even more funny by our enormous erections hiding behind the aprons.
Norm began scrubbing charcoal off the pie plates,  while I scraped the burn marks off the oven.
“After all the work we put into those pies , you two made us burn them. Boy are you gonna get it !” Jo warned.
“But it wasn’t just us that forgot about them…you….OW!”Norm protested and stopped  when Jo snapped the spoon across the seat of her husband'ss bare backside .
"OOOW! That hurt Jo!".
“Really ? Just wait until you get the rest Mister!” his wife replied.
"What do you mean ?" he asked.
"I mean your butt is going to be wearing the marks of this spoon for a week!"
“That goes for you too!” Kate added., pointing a finger at me.

For a humiliating 15 minutes , Norm and I worked bare-assed in the kitchen as the girls supervised .
The whole time they menacingly tapped those wooden spoons against their palms , occasionally snapping it against our butt if the task was not done to their satisfaction.



 Kate and Jo inspected our work as we stood to attention, our erections still tenting behind our aprons.
"I think our houseboys are a little excited Jo." Kate chuckled .

Our two ladies stood in front of us with arms folded until Jo finally spoke.
"Here's how it's going down boys. One of you bends over the counter and the other goes over the knee for 5 solid minutes each with the spoon."
Kate continued, "....then you're going to switch places for another 5 minutes ..this time with these nice big spatulas!"
Norm and I gulped as we eyed the two large spatulas on the counter.

Jo and Kate beamed confidently , thoroughly enjoying their power trip.
We learned they were far from finished.
"Then for teasing us last night , we want both of you ass -up over the couch for a good sound strapping!" Kate added.
A thick , two-tailed leather thong was already draped over the back of the couch in the living room.

Kate pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down.
To my surprise , she curled a finger at Norm , not me !

 "OK Norm....let's have you!" she declared , patting her lap.
Norm's jaw dropped as low as mine.

Meanwhile , Jo stared at me and pointed to the counter.
"Bend over....elbows on the counter." she ordered.
We were switching again but this time for a different reason.
I had made love to this woman all night - and now she was going to paddle me!

Trying to disguise my growing erection , I leaned over the counter while Norm happily placed himself over my wife's awaiting lap.
As I waited for my punishment to begin , Kate was already snapping the spoon against poor Norm's behind with venom.By the sound of it she was holding nothing back.

Seconds later there was a loud crack when Jo's spoon connected with my  left cheek.
"YAAWW!" I howled . The blow really stung but she followed up quickly with a series of rapidfire licks that had me dancing and howling.

 The sound of the spoons snapping against our backsides filled the room for a full 5 minutes  , until the stove timer rang  to signal the end of the first session.
The girls laughed when Norm and I hopped around the room , rubbing our rears.
5 minutes may not seem like a long time but those spoons really stung and the girls must have delivered dozens of licks in the short period.

The ladies ordered us to change positions.
Our erections had subsided somewhat ,but I noticed a revival in mine as I placed myself over Jo's shapely , silky thighs.
She opened them slightly to let my erection slide in and then clamped them shut.
I could see Norm bent over the counter and his ass looked like a real mess and mine felt the same.

The ladies proceeded to let their spatulas dance all over our backsides .
It was a larger , flatter surface and it stung like the dickens , especially when Jo began aiming exclusively for my thighs.
This 5 minute session seemed to never end and when the buzzer finally sounded , both our rear ends were well and truly sizzled.

Our dignity completely gone now , Norm and I performed another ridiculous spanking dance , more frantically this time , as Jo and Kate looked on in amusement.
When we finally regained some composure , the ladies were waiting for us at the couch , taking turns swinging the strap.
"Let's have you gentlemen....asses  up over the couch ....time for the grand finale!" Kate giggled.

Kate and Jo took turns delivering a series of 12 licks each with the leather strap on our already swollen behinds.
The standing position really allowed them to swing the strap hard and we were soon howling and begging for mercy.
They continued until each had delivered 3 sets leaving our backsides red and raw.

We were then dispatched to stand in the corner for 10 minutes as our wives sat back and enjoyed a coffee.
When we finally were given permission to come out , our fading erections returned once again at the sight of Jo and Kate sitting on the table - naked except for mischievious grins!
This team we went to our traditional partners.
I turned Kate around , bent her over the table and was soon thrusting deep inside her as she urged me on.

Norm hoisted Jo in the air and sat her on the table . She lay back , spread her legs and he leapt on top of her.
Luckily our table was well made and sturdy , although it did hop all over the room leaving skid marks on the floor as it shuddered and bounced around.
Afterwards the four of just lay there naked , trying to catch our breath until Norm finally spoke.
"Anybody for breakfast? I'm starving!"

This time it was the girls'  turn to tease and joke at our expense as we squirmed on our seats at Denny's
"The griddle's broken so they asked if they could fry the eggs on your butts !" Jo cackled loud enough for other diners to hear.
"I guess we had that coming ...." I sighed and Norm nodded in agreement.

 





Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Blackwell Wives - FM Spanking story




Dana rummaged through the huge library of paperbacks stored in the basement family room.
Most of them really weren’t to her taste ,  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 cheesie paperbacks , but her jaw dropped when she saw its contents.

Hanging from hooks were two large canes , a thick leather strap with two tails , a ping-pong paddle and a Jokari paddle .
One of the canes was slightly longer and thicker than the other , when Dana picked it up to examine it , a female voice startled her.
“Ah….the dreaded Senior cane!” It was her Mother in Law Janet.
“I reserve that one for serious offences…Gerry really 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 you have every right to be curious . 
Frankly I’m amazed Simon hasn’t mentioned anything to you about domestic discipline before now!”

Her Mother in law looked seriously at her, “Dana , I know my son is  very stubborn , headstrong and quite a handful ….so he needs to have his bare backside thoroughly thrashed on a regular basis ! 
I don’t know how you’ve been able to put up with  his behaviour  over the past 2 years ?”

The younger woman shrugged.
“To be honest , Simon’s behaviour has been causing some problems in our relationship . No matter what I say or do ,  he just won't change….”

Janet pointed at the cane Dana was holding , “A taste of that across his bare backside will guarantee he’ll change - QUICKLY !”
Dana blushed and shook her head ,“I don’t think I could do that Mom.” 

“I think it’s time for us girls to have a little talk about handling a Blackwell husband….and I can give you a lesson or two on how to tame that unruly son of mine ?” Janet suggested.
Dana gushed out an enthusiastic agreement .
“We’d best get started then…” Janet said,  tossing Dana a cushion from the sofa.
 “What’s this for Mom?” 
“That my girl will simulate your husband’s backside….until you’re ready for the real thing!”

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Dana was curled in the big armchair beside the fire chair and looked up from her book.
“Simon! My feet are cold …can you fetch my slippers….and put another log on the fire please ?” she asked , just a hint of firmness in her tone.
Janet smiled at her daughter-in-law’s new-found assertiveness and awaited her son’s response , already quite sure of what it would be.

Simon was busy moving to another level of his military combat video game  and ignored Dana.
“Simon! I’m talking to you…put that silly thing down will you!” she yelled , her voice rising.
“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 dear ?” Janet told her. 
“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 and  stood over him with hands on hips .
“This thing is hereby confiscated until we get back home .....how dare you speak to me like that in front of your Mother . ” she barked.

Simon had never seen Dana act this way and his attitude immediately changed.
“I’m sorry hon...I...” he stuttered.
“Oh your gonna be sorry alright ....get your keister downstairs mister !” Dana blasted.

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

Simon waited  uneasily for his wife  , eyes down and hands clasped in front of him.
“Right then …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 by placing a chair in the middle of the room , and looked over her shoulder at him.

“You heard me mister ! STRIP…every stitch off …then bend over this chair !” she ordered.
Simon hesitated for a moment but began undoing his pants.
 Dana smiled in satisfaction and turned her attention to the implements in the cupboard.

She had practiced with all of them , knocking the stuffing out of the sofa cushions, and  had already made the decision to use the big Jokari paddle.
She liked the feel of it , it was large enough to cover an entire cheek,  easy to swing and guaranteed to sting like the dickens !
She wanted Simon to be feeling the effects of this 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 big paddle in her palm as he stood naked in front of her.
Despite his embarrassment he had a huge erection.
Dana playfully tugged on it ,  “I’ll take care of that later…” a faint grin dancing on her face.
“Bend over the chair and get that butt of yours right out mister!” she ordered .
She felt a thrilling surge of excitement pulse through her veins .
Taking charge of Simon in this way felt good in more ways than one.

Obediently Simon bent over the chair , gripping the seat with both hands.
Dana stepped up to his left  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 dare to move I’ll add extra swats …do you understand?” she instructed.
“YES MA’AM!” came the prompt reply.

Simon’s cheeks clenched instinctively 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 Simon Blackwell ! I’m in charge of this spanking  and you’ll receive as many swats as I feel you need….plus a dozen more for even daring to ask such a question!” she scolded.
“Sorry Ma’am” 

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

Janet winced at the sound .
The paddling was a ferocious one as Dana released 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 , and by 25 he was blubbering incoherently - but his 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 submissive . 
“Didn’t I  already warn you not to question me ?” Dana barked at him.
“YES MA’AM….SORRY MA’AM” Simon babbled.
“You already had a dozen extra coming for the first offence,  so I’ll add another dozen  ....and these will be the hardest yet !
 I want you to count out and thank me for each one….do you understand?”
“YES MA’AM !”

Just then Simon's sister  Nancy and her husband Jeff arrived home from their shopping trip .
Nancy’s was clearly irritated and Jeff looked quite surly.
“How was the shopping ?” Janet asked tentatively.
“OK …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 , Nancy led him towards the basement stairs but halted  in her tracks  upon  hearing the crack  of Dana’s paddle 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 and Jeff will just have to wait your turn.” Janet said.
A broad grin spread over Nancy’s face.
“That’s Dana ? With Simon ? Well I never!” she declared looking at her Mother.
“Is she using the Jokari ?”
Janet nodded.
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“WAAAAH!   THREE! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
‘SSSPLAAATTTT!’
“OOOOHOOOO!   FF...FOUR! THANK YOU MA’AM!”

Nancy looked at Jeff , “You’ve never felt the Jokari have you honey ?”
Jeff  looked very worried.
SSSPLAAATTTT!’ ‘WHHHHHAAAPP!
“GAAAAH!  HOOOOO!” “FF..FIVE! THANK YOU MA’AM!” “SS..SIX! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
‘THWAAAAPPPP!
“AIOOOW!  SSSS..SEVEN! TH…TH..THANK YOU MM…MA’AM!” 
Simon’s voice was quivering now.
“Hear that Jeffie ? Simon’s one of the toughest guys in his unit and Dana’s got him squealing like a little girl with that paddle.....Boy does it hurt…..just what a bad boy like you needs !” she teased.

Jeff cringed at every stroke Dana delivered .
‘WHAAAACCKKKKK!’ “AAAAAAAAHHH!”
A hard final stroke caused Simon to  spring to his feet  and dance wildly around the room clutching his backside.
It was quite an amusing  sight for Dana who could not resist capturing the moment on her phone camera.
Chuckling to herself , she calmly 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 and Dana took another picture.

Simon looked at her with concern.
“Are you taking pictures ?” he asked.
Dana was in complete control and in her element now.
“Let’s just call them my little insurance policy shall we Simon?” she mused , “Perhaps I could show 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 Dana?”
Dana glared at him angrily.“Are you challenging me mister?”
“No Ma’am.” he replied.
“Then just stay in that corner and be quiet until I give you permission to apologize to your Mother and I ?” 
“Yes Ma’am”

Dana aimlessly leafed through one of Janet’s romance books for a full five minutes as her husband stood restlessly and silent in the corner with his hands on his head.
“OK you can come out now.” she said.
A teary eyed Simon grimaced as she gave him a big hug.

Triumphantly  Dana marched Simon upstairs to a round of applause from Janet and Nancy.
The big tough Marine Sergeant Simon was sore , red-faced , teary eyed and thoroughly humbled.
Dana beamed with pride  “I left the Jokari out on the table. The way the men behave around here I figured it won’t be long before it’ll 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?”
Simon’s first attempt at an apology did not meet his wife’s approval.
“I’ll give you one more chance to apologize properly or I’ll fetch the hairbrush and put you across my knee right here in front of your Mother!” she scolded.
 it was sufficient incentive for Simon to mouth an apology worthy of Dana’s satisfaction.
“Good boy….now stoke that fire and fetch me my slippers.....and I’ll let you give me a nice foot rub like you used to.”
“Yes Ma’am”.

A red-faced Simon  was dutifully handing Dana her slippers and gingerly rubbing the seat of his jeans when Gerry arrived home .
“What’s come over Simon ?” he asked cheerfully.
He was enlightened when he paused near the basement stairs .
‘SPPPLATTT!’ “OOOOW!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “OOOH!”
‘SPLAAAATTT!’ “WAAH!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “AIOOOW!”
Nancy was busy introducing  Jeff to the Jokari paddle .

Gerry winced and looked at Janet “That sounds like the Jokari! What’s going on around here?”
Janet shrugged ,smiled and rose  from her chair to  him a big kiss.
“Do you remember the last time I used the Jokari paddle dear?” she asked.
Gerry blushed and put a palm to the seat of his jeans.
“Yea…..it’s not something you forget….that thing really stings!” He recalled painfully.
“Simon’s can vouch for that ….won’t you honey?” Dana chirped
Simon was obediently kneeling in front of his wife , massaging her feet , as he was way too sore to sit.
“Yes I certainly can...... Ma’am” he mumbled with a hint of a smile.
“You can call me Dana or honey now sweetie!” Dana told him.

Janet suddenly pulled back from 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…OK yes…just for one…”
Janet raised a brow
“....or two....or so?” Gerry mumbled.

The noises from downstairs intensified.
‘SPPPLATTT!’ “AIOOOOW!”
‘THWAAAAP!’ “OOOW!”
‘SPLAAAATTT!’ “AAAARGH!”
Nancy was thoroughly enjoying herself , swinging the Jokari like a tennis pro , cracking it against one cheek and then the other.
“12 more to come Jeffie…count ‘em for me !”

Janet glared into her husband’s steel grey eyes.
“Nancy will be done in a minute… and Jeff’s behind will be ‘well done’…...then it’s your turn .” She scolded.