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Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Englishman Goes West - Illustrated MF Spanking Tale from the Old West


"I say sir….....I was wondering if you could give me some directions to find the Schoolhouse?" Nigel Davenport asked politely , gently tapping the shoulder of the cowboy in front of him.
It had been a long and tiring journey from Boston to Dustville where the Englishman was to take up the position as the new Schoolmaster.

The cowboy ignored him and then swirled around to face him.
"What the hell do you want stranger ?"
Nigel was taken aback , especially when the 
response came from a female voice.

It was Saloon Owner and Performer Belle Strand who had just returned from her daily ride.
It was an easy mistake to make as Belle was dressed in jeans , boots and a plaid shirt , her long red hair stuffed under a large brimmed hat.
"I am most sorry Madam…......I didn't mean to offend.My name is Davenport , the new Schoolmaster." Nigel apologized , tipping his bowler.

Belle warily eyed the stranger up and down.
He sure was good looking , but he looked ridiculous, she thought to herself , eyeing his strange garb.

"Sure you are.....– and I'm Abraham Lincoln mister." She taunted to laughter from the cowboys who had gathered around to inspect the oddly dressed stranger.
"You tell him Belle !" one of them cackled.
Belle laughed along with them , clearly enjoying mocking the awkward newcomer.
"You'd best get yourself some new duds before you get yourself killed !" she declared loudly.
The men laughed and slapped their thighs.
"Really Madam….......there's no need for rudeness,  I was just…....." Nigel began before Belle reached up and grabbed his bowler hat.

She inspected it and , taking a large knife from her belt , she poked two large holes in it.
"There ! This'll look better on my horse !" she cackled placing it over her horse's head and ears.
Nigel was doing his best to keep his composure .
"Madam that was uncalled for....
you'll need to compensate me for that hat now!" he told her.

"I'll compensate ya !" one of the cowboys growled stepping forward.
He took the hat from the horse , placed it on Nigel's head and pulled it down over his ears before giving him a shove which sent him reeling backwards.
Nigel stumbled around comically , struggling to remove his hat while  Belle and the crowd laughed uproariously.

Dusting himself off , Nigel stood up and took off his coat , carefully hanging it on the post beside him.
Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves and took up a stance in front of the man with his fists raised.
The crowd cackled again.
"Go get him Mick !" they roared.
"Take it easy on him Mick!" Belle warned , urging Mick on .
Mick stepped forward and swung one of his famous roundhouse punches.
Nigel dodged it easily , by deftly stepping aside.
After 3 more failed attempts by Mick to nail the stranger the crowd stood stunned when Mick slumped to the dirt after a flurry of lightening punches to his chin and nose.

The crowd was silenced  and showed Nigel respect by backing away.
It was well deserved.....he had just felled the toughest , biggest guy in Dustville.
"And now for you Madam" Nigel announced taking Belle by the arm.
"You wouldn't hit a woman mister ?" Beth challenged putting a defensive hand to her face.
Nigel feigned outrage.
"No gentlemen would strike a woman ....but I do believe a good old fashioned spanking would teach you some manners Madam!"
 he replied.


Scooping Belle up , he bent her over his outstretched thigh and delivered a series of stinging swats to the seat of her jeans.
Dust rose in the air when the heavy slaps landed and the men laughed and cackled loudly at the sight.
Belle kicked and screamed but the Englishman kept up the spanking at a brisk pace before releasing her from his grip.
"Let that be a lesson to you Madam!
Next time you'll get the same  with your trousers down !" he warned her.

Belle's face was as red as her bottom and she furiously rubbed her seat.
"Where can I get a refreshment around here ?" he yelled , and the crowd of impressed men escorted him into the Saloon.

A furious and humiliated Belle followed meekly behind them , still gingerly rubbing her bottom.
In the quiet of her upstairs suite Beth's mood lightened upon reflection.
She had been very rude ,and for the first time in her life, a man had the courage to do something about it.
Wiggling her hips she shucked off her tight jeans.
She wore nothing underneath and caught a glimpse of her bare bottom in the mirror.
She could see red imprints on her skin where Nigel's punishing palm had landed.
Her skin was warm to the touch and still stung terribly.
In a strange way it felt comforting and she gently rubbed the area.

Nigel felt a tap on his shoulder as he sipped on his glass of water at the bar.
"I believe I owe you an apology Mr. Davenport.
My name is Belle Strand.....I own this Saloon and also entertain a little ." Belle said offering her hand to Nigel.

Nigel smiled and stood up , bowing to kiss her hand.
"How is your er…......I hope it didn't hurt too much but…...." He began.
Belle wagged a finger.
"No need to apologise Mr. Davenport ....I was quite rude- and I deserved every lick.
My behind is as red as my dress though " Belle giggled with a pout , rubbing the seat of her dress.
They both laughed.

Belle had changed into her best gown and looked much more feminine and enticing to Nigel.
"If I may be so bold , you look very beautiful in that dress Miss Strand " Nigel said.
Belle blushed "Why thank you.....why don't I drive you over to Schoolhouse Mr. Davenport...you must be very tired"

Nigel and Belle enjoyed a lively conversation on the short buggy ride to the Schoolhouse and romantic sparks soon began to fly.
"Can I invite you in for some tea Miss Strand ?" Nigel asked , unloading his trunk.
Belle was hoping for an invite and readily agreed.

The Schoolhouse housed comfortable quarters for the new Schoolteacher.
"Very nice….....there's just one thing missing ?" Nigel said eyeing the room.
He opened his trunk and carefully dusted off a framed photo , looking at it lovingly.
Belle wrinkled her cute nose as if she had smelt something bad.
"Yuck .....who is that old bag ? You're not going to hang that on the wall are you?" she blurted out without thinking.

Nigel bristled at Belle's comment and glared angrily at her.
Carefully he finished hanging the photo of his beloved Queen Victoria on the wall and stepped down from the chair.
"I can understand that you colonials may have a dislike for Royalty Miss Strand,  but an Englishman cannot stand idly by when you insult my Queen!" Nigel said firmly.

Belle was surprised by his strong reaction and tried to explain .
"Sorry Mr. Devonport…,  but …I…didn't realize you would be so offended or I……..." she began but stopped when Nigel advanced menacingly towards her.
Belle backed away and Nigel stepped closer , rolling up his shirt sleeves.
"What....……what are you going to do ?" Belle asked nervously , her eyes darting around the room for an escape route.

With Belle trapped helplessly in a corner , Nigel carefully tucked his sleeves before addressing her.
"It seems you didn't learn much from that earlier spanking Miss Strand , so this time the medicine will be much stronger !" Nigel announced , seizing Belle's wrists and pulling her to him.

"You wouldn't dare! ...….you can't…….......don't you dare spank me again ….." Belle squealed as Nigel guided her across the room to the chair he had used to hang the picture.
In one movement he sat down , tipping Belle head first over his lap.
Belle put both palms on the floor to balance herself and wildly kicked her legs in a defiant attempt to escape from her vulnerable position.
Nigel effortlessly held her in place with a hand in the small of her back .
Ignoring her kicks , he reached down and grasped the hem of Belle's long dress and hoisted it up.
"Mr. Davenport ….HOW DARE YOU !" she exclaimed in outrage.

Ignoring Belle's protests , Nigel proceeded to hoist her many petticoats as well.
Luckily for Belle , she was wearing her knee length pantaloons and Nigel made no attempt to lower them.
However , he did pause to enjoy the view of her skimpy clothing , clinging to Belle's female curves and her white and  milky thighs.

Belle kicked harder , but was unable to escape Nigel's grasp.
"As a gentleman I would not usually disturb your clothing in this manner , but I doubt if you would feel anything through all those layers Miss Strand ." Nigel explained calmly .
`SMACK' `SMACK' `SMACK'
"Ooooooow that hurts !" Belle yelped as Nigel's palm landed crisply on her exposed target.
`WHACK'`WHACK' SMACK' `SMACK'`WHACK'`SMACK' `SMACK' `SMACK'
"YEOOOOW ! OW! OUCH !" Belle squealed as Nigel peppered her scantily clad rear with a flurry of stinging spanks.


Belle struggled and squirmed on Nigel's lap in a vain attempt to avoid the whacks raining down on her bottom.
The burning and stinging in Belle's posterior intensified with the pace of the spanking.
"I'm sorry Mr. Davenport…..     I'm so sorry…........I'll never say things about her Majesty again…......I promise …please stop it burns so much !" Belle pleaded.

Nigel paused to consider her promise and raised his hand for one more whack before reconsidering.
"I believe you've learned your lesson Miss Strand." He replied ,helping her to her feet.
Belle immediately tried to restore her dress and petticoats , but Nigel intervened.

"Keep those skirts up Miss Strand , your punishment cannot be complete without some corner time!" he scolded.



Taking Belle by the ear he led he to the corner.

"Keep that pretty little nose in the corner and think about your behaviour young lady."
"OOOOH ! You sure spank hard Mr. Davenport !" Belle moaned.
Looking very pleased with himself , Nigel rolled his sleeves back down and buttoned his cuffs.
"Be warned that I can spank a lot harder than that Miss Strand." He replied.


Belle glanced at the wall beside her and saw Queen Victoria staring down at her.

She was quite sure the old bag was very amused at her predicament.
The session in the corner  , and stinging in her bottom stirred feelings inside Belle she had not felt for a long time , and when Nigel finally allowed her to leave she longed for him to take her in his arms and ravish her.....but Nigel remained the perfect gentleman and escorted her home.

Belle squirmed on the hard seat of the buggy during the short drive home.
The stinging in her bottom had subsided somewhat , and now she felt a satisfying tingle and glow,  despite her discomfort.
Meeting Nigel gave her an unexpected thrill.
She had only just met this intriguing man , and he had already warmed her bottom twice in one day.
No man had ever dared do that before.

Later,  as she prepared for bed , Belle paused naked in front of her full length mirror before donning her nightgown.
Curiously she turned around to examine her freshly spanked bottom.
The skin was still pinkish and red and warm to the touch.
In her mind she conjured up images of her next encounter with the new Schoolmaster, and she hoped it would end in another red bottom  !

The next day Nigel went right to work setting up the new Schoolhouse for its opening lesson.
He loved teaching and was very excited about his new assignment .
Admittedly he was also smitten with the town's pretty, yet fiery Saloon Owner .
Upon reflection he wondered if he had gone too far the previous evening by exposing her undies and soundly spanking her.
Perhaps she would never want to see him again?

His fears disappeared when Belle appeared at the doorway smiling broadly.
"I was just going for a ride and wondered if you needed a break from all this Schoolwork.
Want to join me ?" Belle asked boldly.

Nigel eyed the vision before him , dressed in a leather waistcoat , riding skirt and knee length boots.
Belle's flaming red hair was draped over her shoulders .
He admired her natural beauty . long slender neck and cheekbones.
Nigel disarmed Belle with that smile of his.
"That would be lovely Miss Strand….......just let me finish off here…" he replied.
"Please……call me Belle…........can I call you Nigel?" Belle enquired.
Nigel nodded agreement , hurriedly putting away  books while Belle inspected the room.

"What's this for Nigel ? Its too thin to be a walking stick " Belle observed .
In her hand was a long thin cane with a curved handle.

Nigel took the cane from Belle and examined it proudly.
"Tools of the trade Belle....it's very common in classrooms back home on England.
" He explained , swishing the implement expertly,

"It's for punishing naughty pupils....reserved mostly for boys.... 6 of the best on the seat of a boy's trousers is enough to make sitting quite uncomfortable for him a while." Nigel went on.

Belle smiled impishly and took the cane from him.
"Really - only the boys got this....and on their backsides too.....what about the girls?" She asked.
"Young ladies are much too delicate to receive such a punishment Belle ......but I'm quite sure they enjoyed watching the boys receive a good whacking "Nigel replied.

"I was caned so many times that the College presented it to me when I graduated!" Nigel chuckled in reflection.
Belle swished the cane enthusiastically again.
"Now I know what to do with you if you ever step out of line Mr. Davenport." She mocked and was pleased to see Nigel blush.

Nigel and Belle dismounted to walk their horses slowly as they explored the nearby countryside together .

They talked , flirted and teased each other as new lovers do.
A playful debate on who could ride better ensued and Belle issued a challenge to Nigel .
"Lets have a race back to town !" she challenged.
Nigel readily accepted , confidently assuring her that he would be the winner.

Belle raised an eyebrow.
"If you're so sure of yourself Nigel Davenport why don't we have a little wager?" she teased.
Nigel quickly agreed.
"Just name it !" he boasted.
Belle put a finger to her chin in contemplation.


Her impish grin reappeared.
"OK ..... If you win , I'll let you have that kiss I know you've been wanting since we first met.
If you lose ......then you'll  get 'six of the best' with that cane in the Schoolhouse !"
Nigel was momentarily surprised by the wager.
The kiss was certainly what he wanted… but to be caned-  …by a woman ?

What was he hesitating for ? – he'd never lose anyway!
He thrust out a hand and Belle shook it to seal the wager.
As they lined up their mounts to begin the race Nigel smiled at Belle.
"I'm looking forward to that kiss Belle !" he said.
Belle held her head high in defiance.
"Not as much as I'm looking forward to caning that English backside of yours !" she announced and they galloped off to start the race.

The race was neck and neck all the way with the lead changing hands every minute.
As they approached the finish Nigel  had to admire Belle's riding skills .
He had expected to be well ahead of her at this point but she was right on his tail.
Nigel pushed his mount harder when they turned the last curve and smiled when he saw Belle fade back into the distance.
He only had the small stream to clear and he was home free.
As he prepared for the leap , Nigel felt his body forced forward when his horse ground to a sudden stop.
He was able to hang onto the reigns , only just able to stay in the saddle.

Behind him he could hear Belle approaching.
Digging in his heels , he spurred his horse to cross the stream but only spooked it even more.
Belle glided by and leapt over the stream , pausing to look back at the still struggling Nigel.
Oh I forgot to tell you Nigel .....– he hates water .You'll have to walk him over it if you want to get home tonight !" she giggled before cantering off to the finish line.

Nigel glared angrily at Belle when he finally arrived at the finish line .
"DAMMIT Belle – that was cheating !" he complained.
Belle wagged a finger at him.
"Tut , tut …such foul language Mr. Davenport , I'm afraid that just earned you another 4 strokes of the cane......care to try for an even dozen ?" she warned.

Nigel fumed and sulked like a real schoolboy  all the way back to the Schoolhouse while Belle positively beamed.
Once inside she quickly opened the closet and produced the cane.
"Surely you're not serious about this Belle…........I do have my pride …" Nigel reasoned.

Belle flexed the cane.
"I'm afraid your pride is about to be seriously dented Mr. Davenport. You've been caned enough times to know the routine so stop stalling and bend over !" she ordered in her best Schoolmistress voice.

With a sigh , Nigel dutifully bent over and touched his toes.
Belle swished the cane , relishing the power in her hands.
"As you may recall Mr. Davenport, I suffered the indignity of having my petticoats raised , so  it's only fair you are treated the same way." Belle declared.

Nigel protested but Belle quickly silenced him .
"You've now earned yourself 12 of the best for arguing.....Now get those britches down right now and get back in position!"  Belle yelled.
The determined look on Belle's face told Nigel not to argue further.
Slowly he undid his belt , dropped his pants and touched his toes.

Nigel's fancy Boston undershorts tightened against his muscular buttocks like a second skin when he bent over.
Ogling her attractive target Belle was somewhat at a loss as to how to proceed .
She had never caned anyone before so decided to exercise caution to start.
The first two strokes landed smartly enough on target but produced little reaction from Nigel.
The third stroke had  more power , producing a satisfyingly whack on impact .
Nigel winced visibly but remained silent.

Belle stepped back for the next stroke , flicking her wrist she really lashed the cane across Nigel's scantily clad cheeks.
`SWISH'
`CRACK'
"OW!"
Belle knew she had landed a beauty and smiled at Nigel's reaction.

Stepping back she carefully delivered 7 more strokes of the same measure with the same result.
Nigel was in some discomfort now and struggling to stay in position .
Taking a deep breath Belle paused before delivering the final and hardest stroke.
`THWAACK'
"AAAARGH !" Nigel howled loudly.
His flimsy undergarments offered little protection and he could feel the raised welts where the cane had seared into his skin
.

His heart pounded ,eyes watered  and he exhaled loudly still trying to remain composed.
"You may get up now Nigel." Belle declared , clearly enjoying her sense of power.
Nigel groaned and slowly straightened up.

Belle noticed that the seat of Nigel's drawers showed visible lines where the cane had cut into them.

Nigel held both arms stiffly at his sides , fighting an urge to rub his seared backside.
"Now we're even!" Belle beamed  putting the cane away.

"You can still have that kiss now if you like " she purred.
Nigel pulled her close, pressing his lips passionately against Belle's and winced when Belle dug her finger nails into his sore buttocks and squeezed.
The moment left them both Breathless and longing for more but Belle was due back at the Saloon so it would have to wait

The next day , Nigel enthusiastically welcomed his new pupils ushering them into the new Schoolhouse.
He was pleased that the children seemed pleased that he was there.
As the children sat at their desks , Nigel remained standing to teach .
Luckily this was his teaching style , because sitting was out of the question.

The angry stripes Belle had painted on his rear with the cane the previous day prevented him from sitting comfortably.
She had cunningly turned the tables on him , tempting him with a kiss and instead leaving him with a sore bottom.
These American ladies were a very different proposition from the English beauties he had previously courted.

Over at the Saloon , Belle was preparing to open for business and was feeling very pleased with herself.
She sang out loud in preparation for her performance later that evening.
"You're very happy this morning Belle , I guess your ride with the new Schoolmaster went well ........are you taking him for another one today ?" Joe the barman teased.
Belle grinned .
"No…........I don't think he'll want to do any more riding for a day or so Joe…" she chuckled.
Joe looked puzzled , " Don't tell me he's saddle sore already?"
Belle paused from shining the bar and looked impishly at Joe.
"He's sore alright – but its not from his saddle!" she replied before walking off to leave Joe scratching his head.

Later that evening Belle paid Nigel's a visit .
"Thought you might like some dessert ",  she cooed holding up a fresh apple pie she had baked.
Nigel took her hand , kissed it and invited her in.
She giggled as Nigel walked over to the mantle to retrieve his dinner plate.
"What did you expect?
I still can't sit down after that caning you gave me last night." He moaned , laughing along with Belle.
She wagged a finger at him.
"I hope it taught you a lesson not to wager with a lady!

Perhaps I should take a look at the 'damaged' area  ?" Belle teased seductively.
Belle squealed excitedly when Nigel took her in his arms.
"You are one very naughty young lady…......we would have to be formally engaged before you could do that !" he told her , with a gentle brush of his finger on her nose.

Nigel pulled Belle closer and they gazed into each others eyes.
Their lips edged slowly together and neither of them wanted the kiss to end.
"You realize this means we are officially courting now Nigel" Belle told him.
Nigel grinned " Yes my dear .....……and you know what that means don't you?" he replied.
Belle waited for him to explain.
"It means that a gentleman can spank his lady on her bare bottom my lovely!" he told her.
Belle's heart pounded at the very mention and she instinctively put a palm to the seat of her dress. "Oh my…..." She sighed "...and I'm so naughty  Sir." She pouted.
and for a few seconds they played a game of cat and mouse .
Over the next few weeks the romance between Saloon owner Belle Strand and Schoolmaster Nigel Davenport blossomed.
They became well know around town and were invited to all the important social events.
Together they enjoyed romantic rides in the country , picnics and long walks under the stars.

Belle made sure to tease and sass Nigel just enough to give him an excuse to take her over his lap for a good spanking !
Nigel quickly obliged by paddling the seat of Belle's jeans or skirt regularly.
On occasion he hoisted her skirts and petticoats and warm the seat of her skimpy pantaloons , but he always stopped short of giving Belle that  bare-bottomed spanking she yearned for and he had threatened her with when they started courting.

It didn't stop Belle trying , especially when Nigel watched her perform at the Saloon .
Belle would sing the rudest , bawdiest songs she knew while giving the men a tempting look at her shapely legs and short frilly undies.
Nigel made it clear he did not approve and warned Belle that such behaviour would have to stop once they were formally engaged but left it at that.

"Aw do we have to go Nigel .....….those people are so snooty …." Belle complained .
Nigel sighed "We go through this every time I ask you to attend one of these functions Belle.....they are not snobs – they are my friends so please make an effort." Nigel replied.
Belle stood up and spun around.
"You look wonderful darling. You'll be the envy of all the ladies at the Country Club" Nigel proudly declared.
She did look stunning .
Belle's red gown hugged her curvy figure and her striking red hair flowed over her bare shoulders.

Tea parties were not for Belle and it showed.
She pouted and frowned the whole time , making little effort to engage in conversation with the other guests.
Their hosts , the Von Hattens , were Dustville's most wealthy family and their house was filled with other wealthy and influential guests enjoying a rare moment of cultural enlightenment in the rough western town.

Everyone applauded politely when the Von Hatten's eldest daughter finished a long piano concerto.
"Perhaps you could play something for us Miss Strand ?" the hostess announced , looking at Belle.
Not one to shun the limelight, Belle gladly obliged and strode over to the piano.
Nigel escorted Belle to the piano.
"Play something nice Belle." He whispered in her ear.
Belle grinned mischieviously at him and sat down to play.

Belle's song started off well , but soon evolved into one of the rude , bawdy sings she belted out at the Saloon.
The room was aghast and some covered their ears or left the room to avoid the vulgarity.
To Belle it was sweet revenge on the upper class she detested and she was enjoying every minute.

When the tune ended , there was silence except for the applause of an old lady in the corner who was mostly deaf.
Belle stood up smiling broadly and feeling very pleased with herself.
However , her jaw dropped when a livid Nigel took a firm grip on her wrist.
"Is there somewhere I could take Miss Strand to…....er…....speak with her in private Mrs. Von Hatten?" he asked.
Mrs. Von Hatten lead him out of the room with Belle in tow.
"You can use the study Mr. Davenport." She said.
Nigel thanked her and Belle stood by speechless.
"Oh and Mr. Davenport ! You'll  find a good sturdy hairbrush in the desk drawer!"
Mrs. Von Hatten added with a smile.

Nigel pushed Belle into the study and closed the door.
"Surely you don't intend to ? N…ot here Nigel….....can't it wait until we get home?" Belle pleaded.
Ignoring her , Nigel retrieved the hairbrush from the desk.
"I fully intend to deal with you again once we are home my dear – but you need a lesson in manners right now , and afterwards you'll go back in there and apologise to those people !" Nigel scolded.

Belle backed away when Nigel advanced toward her.
She was able to take cover behind the desk but her dress made it difficult for her to manouvre , so when she did make her move Nigel caught her by her tiny waist and hoisted her off her feet.
Taking her firmly by the wrist , Nigel took a seat on the sofa.

"Take off that gown off Belle – I don't want to ruin it by hoisting it up." Nigel ordered.
Belle protested.
"I will not ......– and don't you dare spank me with that thing!" Belle yelled indignantly.
Nigel sighed and stood up.
"OK – have it your way Belle .." he said , picking her up again.
"Stoppit…! Don't you dare Nigel !" Belle squealed and kicked her feet while Nigel began undoing the buttons on gown.
Despite her struggles Nigel undid the gown,  letting  it drop to the floor.
Belle's eyes opened wide as saucers when she felt John undo the drawstring on the back of her expensive silk pantaloons.
"You wouldn't… dare! Stop this minute Nigel…..not on my bare bottom.....please!" Belle protested.
Nigel loosened the flimsy garment and whisked her drawers down to unveil Belle's bare bottom.
"You bastard Nigel Davenport …." Belle screamed .



Nigel tipped Belle head first over his lap.
She put both hands on the floor to steady herself and began kicking wildly with her feet.
A firm hand in the small of her back held her in place.
Nigel felt a bulge in his pants when he eyed Belle's shapely , bare bottom for the first time.
It was indeed a glorious sight and he could not resist placing his palm on the soft , milky white skin of Belle's twin globes.
His fingers explored the curves of Betth's bottom , hips and upper thighs.
Belle's kicking and struggling gave him tantalizing glimpses of the glistening treasures that lay beneath.
For a moment he thought he might give in to temptation but he was able to snap back to the task in hand.

He reached over and picked up the hairbrush.
`CRAAACK'
The back of the hairbrush snapped against Belle's bare skin.
She yelped loudly.
Nigel brought the brush down again and delivered a trio of stinging whacks which had Belle howling.
Belle had longed for this bare-bottom spanking , but not with that horrible hairbrush , and not with those snooty people listening in the next room.

The sound of the hairbrush whacking Belle's bare skin , accompanied by her loud protests and screams were quite audible over the piano concerto being performed in the main room.
Mrs. Von Hatten and her guests chuckled .
The sound of Belle being soundly spanked was music to their ears.

Belle's bottom was a fiery red now after Nigel delivered another crescendo of whacks.
"Please Nigel… stoppit…......it burns….....I'm sorry…........please stop........" she bawled.
Her legs no longer kicked , but Belle still bucked and wiggled on Nigel's lap , making sure to open her legs just enough to tease him .
Nigel delivered a final flurry of stinging swats and stood Belle up on her feet.
Holding her by the shoulders he looked into her teary eyes.
"After you compose yourself I expect you to go in there and apologize Belle !" he said firmly before pulling her into his arms and hugging her.
His hands slid down to caress Belle's freshly spanked cheeks Belle winced at the touch but
responded by putting a hand on the bulge in Nigel's trousers.
 bumps on the road Nigel….....my bottom really hurts" Belle complained enduring  the uncomfortable buggy ride home.
"Let me take care of this first  !" Belle cooed.
Both of them wanted more but knew this was not the time or the place.

Heads turned when Nigel entered the room and stood at the back to listen to the piano performance.
The study door opened again and Belle tentatively stepped in.
Her eyes were watery and her face flushed red , – although not as red as her bottom , which stung terribly.
She winced and walked stiffly forward to address the room.
"I'd like to apologise… to everyone for that horrible performance......." She began.
Nigel smiled.

"OUCH ! Can't you try to avoid those bumps in the road darling.....my poor bottom is so sore!" 
Nigel chuckled " Its your own fault my sweetie."
Belle pouted and glared at him.
 "Oh my poor bottom.......I can't wait to get this dress off !" Belle sighed when Nigel opened the door for her.
Nigel pulled her into his arms.
"Not as much as I do !" he told her.
Belle scurried behind the dressing screen and one by one , she tantalizingly draped articles of her clothing over the screen.
Nigel drooled and watched excitedly.

"AHHHH that's better " Belle moaned , stepping out from the screen wearing only a long , flowing silk robe.
She grimaced , gingerly rubbing her bottom.
"That hairbrush really hurts Nigel Davenport !" she whined , pouting her full lips.
Nigel put his arms around her tiny waist.
"You'd best get used to it Belle – .....that's what happens to naughty wives!" he told her.
"If that was a marriage proposal , it's customary for you to be on one knee Mr. Davenport ." Belle instructed.

Nigel promptly dropped to one knee and took both of Belle's hands in his. 
"Will you be my wife Belle?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.
Belle smiled ,easing her gown over her shoulders letting it drop to the floor.
"Of course I will Nigel Davenport." Belle cooed , placing her hands on Nigel's head and guiding it between her thighs.........


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Friday, November 20, 2015

Spanking Implement of Display - MF Comic

I had published the comic of these two couples previously from the FM perspective
Spanking Implement FM


but , as anyone who follows this blog regularly will tell you , I always like to even the score.
So here is the same comic edited to reflect the MF version.

Would anyone care to speculate on what is going on?
Love to hear from you

Glenmore



Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Spanking Private Jennings - MF Spanking Story


A number of you were asking when Private Debbie Jennings who made her debut on the blog in the story The Spanking Sergeants Well it's finally time to catch up with Debbie to see if she can manage to be spanked again....what do you think?

Private Debbie Jennings marched briskly back to her barracks  , her bottom still burning and tingling wonderfully from the impromptu spanking she had received from the hunky
Sergeant Blackwell.

She was anxious to get ready for her date with the unlikely Dexter Moulard.
As a teenager in California , the cute blonde had dated every hunky surf dude she met and Dexter certainly did not fall into that mould.
Perhaps that was why she liked him so much...maybe even loved him?
Physically , everything about Dexter was average but intellectually he was on top of his game.
Back home she would be rediculing him as a Nerd.

At the tender age of 26 , Dexter's genius in the hi-tech field had made him millions but you would never know it.
He was brought up in the bible belt under strict parents so his values and upbringing could not be more different from Debbie's.
He was strict , to the point , no nonsense and did not tolerate fools  which sometimes made him wonder what he saw in the dipsy , liberal , blonde Debbie.

Still ,their  romance was getting serious now after dating for months .
While they  had been intimate ,  Dexter's conservative values did not allow him to go too far before being betrothed.
Of course liberal  Debbie was of a different mind , but despite her best efforts , Dexter had not weakened - yet.
In a way Debbie admired Dexter's conservatism and liked the way he could take charge in their relationship , often scolding or lecturing her when she did something stupid or goofy- which was a lot!

That spanking from Sergeant Blackwell had made Debbie hornier than ever and she hoped that tonight would be the night she and Dexter would consummate their relationship.
After her shower she proudly admired her still glowing red bottom in the mirror.
She could still see the outline of  the Sergeant's palm prints where his heavy hand had landed repeatedly on the soft skin of her bottom.
It had been quite the spanking and one she had needed and wanted for some time.

Debbie had never been spanked as a child, but was still strangely fascinated by being taken over a strong man's lap and spanked on her bare bottom.
She hoped Dexter would be the sort of man to do just that.

The guys she had dated were not interested in spanking and apart from a few clumsy , half-hearted attempts she had remained a spanking virgin until the day she met a handsome young cowboy from Texas at a beach party , about a year before she joined the army.

She had teased him incessantly all night until he finally hauled her off to a sand dune and gave her the first real spanking of her life.
Her string bikini offered scant protection as he set her bottom on fire and afterwards they made love with a passion she had never experienced before.

Her spanking cowboy has  kept her bottom warm on a regular basis until they both went their separate ways.
Debbie longed for Dexter to do the same thing to her , the way Sergeant Blackwell did.
Now there was a man who knew how to spank.
She envied his pretty wife Dana , "I'll bet she must be going over his knee for a spanking twice a week!" she mused.
If only Debbie knew the truth!

Debbie stared at her lingerie draw and pondered .
Should she?
She held up the 'spanking' leotard she had purchased recently on line.

The black spandex would hug and enhance her curves and her entire bare bottom would be exposed prompting Dexter  to take her over his knee.
Surely that should be a big enough hint for him to spank her?
Impishly grinning she squeezed into the racy item.
It certainly did enhance her feminine attributes but she gasped when she spun around for a rear view.
The leotard did display her glorious bare bottom wonderfully......but it was still bright red and even had visible imprints of Sergeant Blackwell's palm.
That might be hard to explain to Dexter but she decided to roll the dice anyway. All she had to do now was be a naughty brat all evening to earn that spanking.....that part was easy.

She started by being at least 20 minutes late and , as she expected, Dexter was furious.
"Really Deborah....if the army taught you one thing I would have thought it would be punctuality! Now we're going to be late for the Art Exhibit..."
Debbie raised a brow in disbelief.
"Art Exhibit? I thought we were going to a club?"
Dexter nodded. "We are....the Metro Art Club...one of my clients is displaying her exhibits there....don't you remember?"
He looked at Debbie in her short,seductive ,curve hugging dress and heels.
"I guess you didn't .....you're not exactly dressed for an art exhibit....don't you have a shawl or cape or something?" he scolded.
Debbie's face flushed and she stood with hands on hips.
"No I do NOT have a shawl Dexter! You can be such an ass hole sometimes!" She spat.

Dexter did not appreciate poor manners or foul language and Debbie knew it.She also knew quite well they were going to an art show and chose to ignore Dexter's dress instructions.
She waited anxiously for his reaction.
There seemed to be a slow burn travelling through his veins as he glared angrily at Debbie.
He took her by both wrists and pulled her to him.
"If we weren't already late I'd take you inside and teach you some manners young lady...
but you had better be on your best behaviour this evening or so help me you'll get a good sound spanking!" he warned.
Debbie's heart pounded and she felt she would swoon.
Dexter had mouthed the 'S' word for the first time....but did he really mean it?

The stuffy affair at the art gallery gave Debbie lots of opportunity to misbehave.
She flaunted her revealing attire , drank a little too much and loudly panned the various paintings.
People began to notice so Dexter discretely warned her to behave.
"I wasn't joking about that spanking miss Deborah..you'd better behave!"
Debbie's bottom tingled.She was almost there!

She seized her opportunity when Dexter introduced her to his client the artist featured in the exhibit.
She had the typical,arrogant  'artsy' demeanour , which onlyvadded fuel to Debbie's plan.
Soon the pair were engaged in a heated  debate.
Debbie was no dumb blonde an had a good enough knowledge of art to hold her own and was enjoying winding up the haughty lady artist.
Meanwhile Dexter stood uncomfortably  ,squeezing Debbie's arm to lead her away but Debbie resisted.
There was a hushed silence when Debbie delivered a foul-mouthed insult to the stunned lady.
Dexter's jaw dropped and for a moment he was stunned and speechless.
He pulled Debbie to him and she looked up at him defiantly.
"I believe you owe Miss Pringle and the entire room   an apology for that Deborah...I'm sure you didn't mean it?" he said.
Debbie flung her head back.
"Damn right I meant it!" she yelled.
Dexter scowled and looked at Miss Pringle.
"I'm so sorry Eva ...is there somewhere I could er...speak..privately with my girlfriend?" he asked , tightening his grip on Debbie's arm.

Debbie heard a bold and familiar male voice reply.
"You can use the cloakroom down the hall Sir. I believe there is a big straight back chair in there which will be quite useful !"
Debbie's head twisted and her eyes bulged at the sight of handsome Sergeant Blackwell who was standing with his wife Dana.

Dexter grinned, "Thank you Sir!" he said , giving his girlfriend an angry glare.
"You were warned Deborah!" he said and guided her away from the room.
"WAIT!" a female voice called out.
Dana Blackwell reached into her bag and produced a stout wooden hairbrush.
When she handed the implement  to Dexter , Debbie noticed it had no bristles...it had one purpose....spanking!
A beaming Dexter thanked Dana , and Debbie struggled to keep up as he purposefully dragged her down the hall to the cloakroom to laughter and applause from the onlookers.

As people returned to mingling and discussing the art exhibit , Dexter got down to business finally dealing with his naughty girlfriend.
Taking his place on the big chair he tipped Debbie over his lap.
He paused to admire the sight of Debbie's shapely derriere before hoisting her tight skirt.
Debbie trembled with excitement and anticipation when she felt the cool air on her cheeks , fully exposed by her spanking outfit.At last she was over Dexter's lap and ready  for a spanking!

Dexter gasped in surprise when Debbie' glorious twin globes were displayed.
He also noticed Debbie's skin was bright  red and was sure he could make out the imprints of a large male hand.

Debbie looked up to see Dexter's reaction and felt the need to explain.
"I got in trouble at the base today and would have had my leave cancelled ....but Sergeant Blackwell agreed to a spanking instead."
Dexter was furious .
"Is that so? Well I'll be making it clear to Sergeant Blackwell that I'm the only one who spanks my fiancé"
Debbie's face lit up.
"Fiancé? " she gushed.

Dexter reached into his inside pocket to produce a small velvet box and handed it to a stunned Debbie.
"OMIGOSH! You mean it Dexter?"she asked when she opened it to reveal a huge , sparkling diamond ring.
"I was planning on asking you at dinner tonight ...will you be my wife Deborah?" Dexter asked.
Debbie looked up at him with an impish grin.
"You know the tradition is for you to ask me while on one knee Dexter....not with your future wife OVER your knee!" She giggled .
Dexter leaned over to place the ring on her finger.
"I have a hunch my future wife will be over my knee quite a bit so get used to it." He smiled , planting a kiss on Debbie's full lips.
"I will be your wife Dexter Moulard...." Debbie purred, ".....now are you going to spank me or not?"
Dexter grinned and caressed his new Fiance's shapely bare bottom.
"Oh I'm going to spank you alright, and now that we're engaged I can spank you on your bare bottom.
"YEOOW!" Debbie yelped when Dexter's palm smacked her bottom for the first time.

Back at the art exhibit Dana Blackwell chuckled at the sound of a very hard spanking echoed from the cloakroom.
"That sassy little minx is getting what she deserves!
Simon nodded but shifted uncomfortably as he pretended to study a painting.
Dana put a hand up to turn his head to face her.
"Got something to tell me Simon?" she asked ,knowing her husband well.
Simon opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"It's ok....Betty told me all about the cute little Private Jennings...."
Simon put his hands up to placate his wife.
"There's nothing going on Dana....honest."
Dana pondered , "Then why are you looking so guilty then?"
Before he could answer, the door to the cloakroom opened and the happy couple emerged.
Dexter was looking proud and very pleased with himself while a disheveled looking Debbie looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
The combination of Dexter's palm and Dana's paddle had set her backside on fire.....she would not be sitting comfortably for a while.

A beaming Dexter handed Dana her paddle.
"Thank you Ma'am ....I'm Dexter Moulard and this is my fiancé Deborah.
Debbie and Simon blushed in unison.
"Do you two know each other?" Dexter asked.
"Simon is your fiance's commanding officer...Sergeant Blackwell....aren't you dear?" Dana replied , revelling in Simon's  embarrassment.

Dexter bristled , looked at Debbie and back at Simon.
"I'm quite sure my fiancé deserved that spanking you gave her today Sergeant Blackwell but from now on I'll be taking care of her discipline if you don't mind."

Simon blushed and Dana looked like her head was about to explode.
"YOU SPANKED HER?" she yelled.
Debbie looked on supressing a giggle as her tough Sergeant squirmed beside his wife.
"Yes honey ....but it...." Simon babbled but Dana cut him off.
"Save it mister....I'll deal with you when we get home!"

Dexter chuckled , "The cloakroom is available now Mrs.Blackwell and your paddle is already nice and warm!"
Dana grinned , "Thank you Mr. Moulard but I have a special paddle at home reserved for my husband which is much more appropriate!"
Simon blushed and looked earnestly worried about his wife's public threat."Dana ! Please ?" He mouthed in protest.
Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to cover her delight at her Sergeant's embarrassment.
"Sergeant Blackwell's wife spanks him! Just wait until they hear about this back at the base!" she thought....

















Friday, November 13, 2015

Sally Takes Charge - FM Spanking Story


                      
                               Sally Takes  Charge
                                                Advice for Young Wives to Discover the Power of the Hairbrush

    


Sally and Ian had only been married for three years but her new husband’s decline from the man of her dreams into a selfish , obstinate slob did not escape her attention.

More and more of Ian’s time was spent on golfing or lying on the sofa for an entire afternoon , eating chips and swilling beer while watching sports on television.
He began neglecting his share of the household chores , and was oblivious to the fact Sally's workload was overloaded.
Sounds familiar? Then keep reading .

One Saturday morning when Ian was golfing with his buddies , Sally visited her good friend Susan who she hadn’t seen for a few years.
The first thing Sally noticed was that Susan’s husband Dave , a good friend of Ian’s ,  was busy doing the vacuuming instead of golfing .
“He knows what his chores are ....and if they aren’t finished he can’t golf.....simple as that.” Her friend told her.

Sally was impressed and asked Susan what her secret was.
Susan took Sally to the bedroom and pointed to a wooden hairbrush sitting prominently on her dresser.
“I call this my husband tamer….if Dave breaks the rules he gets a good spanking with it to remind him what a jerk he’s been.Believe me he remembers it each time he sits down for a quite while after.Just the sight of it sitting there makes him shape up!” She announced proudly.

Sally was rendered momentarily speechless at Susan’s revelation , but after spending the rest of the afternoon hearing more about Susan’s approach , she decided to stop on the way home to pick up a sturdy hairbrush of her own.

Ian arrived home from his game and as usual , dumped his gear and clothes all over the floor .
When he emerged from the shower Sally was waiting for him , hairbrush in hand.
Denying him a towel to dry off , he was forced to stand there shivering while Sally gave him a long lecture on his behavior and how things were about to change.
Ian offered no defense and moments later found himself draped face down over his wife’s lap receiving the tanning of his life.
Sally felt a sense of release and empowerment and really vented her frustration on Ian’s rump with the brush.

Afterwards , a thoroughly repentant and apologetic Ian took Sally out to dinner for the first time in months and began acting like the man she married with little touches such as opening doors for her and pulling out chairs for her to sit.
Sitting for Ian was a different story and his run-in with his wife's hairbrush had him squirming and shifting in his seat all evening.
The spanking ignited passion in both of them and that night they enjoyed their steamiest love-making session in ages.

Following Susan’s advice , Sally and Ian sat down together and agreed on a set of rules. If Ian broke the rules he would be spanked – long and hard.
Susan was right.
The mere sight of the hairbrush sitting on Sally’s dresser prompted an immediate improvement in Ian’s behavior , and it wasn’t long before it was called into action again when Ian left the bathroom in disarray .
It was a relatively minor offence , but remembering Susan’s instruction to be consistent , Sally scorched her husband’s backside with the same intensity as before .
The result was a sparkling clean bathroom followed by a torrid love-making session.

Things improved so much that Ian even preferred a golf foursome with Sally and their friends Susan and Dave to golfing with his friends.
It gave the two young wives a chance to chat and compare notes.
“Nice swing!” Ian complimented as Susan teed off.
Susan winked and replied “You should see me swing a hairbrush!”
Ian and Dave blushed ,instinctively putting palms to the seat of their pants in unison while Sally chuckled.
Sally’s drive was just as sweet as Susan’s and when Dave complimented her in the same way, Sally chose to up the ante.
“Yea….all that practice I’ve had swinging that hairbrush has really helped my power…hasn’t it darling?” she said firing an impish grin at Ian.
It was Susan’s turn to laugh this time as Ian coughed nervously and Dave tried to look away.

Throughout the game , the ladies bantered and competed with innuendoes and subtle comments about spanking and hairbrushes much to the chagrin of their husbands.
It certainly affected their men's game , and by the 9th hole it was the ladies who were carrying the game for their partners.
Susan studied the score card and her face lit up with a mischievious grin.
“How about we go girls versus guys for the last 9 holes?” she suggested.
Ian and Dave looked at each other and raised their eyebrows at the challenge.
“You girls are having a great game but Dave and I are just warming up ….” Ian replied.
Sally simply could not resist responding to her husband’s opening.
“You know I don’t give you warm-ups Ian!” she chirped to loud applause from Susan.
“To make it interesting how about a little wager guys?
If you win we’ll give you both a kind of ‘get out of jail free card’ you can use to get out of your next date with the hairbrush…..If we win you guys get a well-deserved bare bottom spanking!
Our house is only 5 minutes away and I have an extra hairbrush I can lend you Sally.” Susan announced.

If the constant hints about spanking weren’t enough , the cat was really out of the bag now.
Ian and Dave hesitated before boldly accepting.
“There’s no way you guys will win so bring it on!” Dave declared confidently.
At the 18th hole  it was a much more subdued Dave as he watched Sally sink her final putt to tie the match.
Looking confident and smug , Susan carefully eyed her potential match winning putt.
It was a difficult one for sure but Ian was still nervous enough to ask about the wager if they were tied.
“There won’t be a tie Ian….watch this.” Susan responded.
Ian and Dave sweated bullets as their wives milked the moment for all it was worth.
“Its too bad you guys will be sitting on the sorest backsides in town when you take us out for that expensive dinner tonight!” Sally teased.
Susan laughed as she lined up her putt.
“Yea ….I’ll give you a demonstration on how to really blister Ian’s ass!”
Susan’s putter made contact with the ball and it seemed to take forever to ease toward the hole , slowing considerably as it approached and the guys breathed sighs of relief as it nestled precariously on the edge….before plopping into the hole.

Sally and Susan jumped for joy as their husbands hung their heads.
Not only had they lost at golf to their wives but they earned themselves a sound spanking into the bargain.
“Lets hit the showers Sally. 
We’ll have our drinks at home and then you guys will pay….boy will you pay!” Susan cackled.










Saturday, October 17, 2015

Teachers Pet - FM Movie Poster

I'm a great fan of old classic movies and had a real crush on Doris Day in my youth.
Her  movie with Clark Gable featured her as a Teacher trying to educate a wily and reluctant reporter played by Clark Gable.

I must say I was disappointed that Miss Day was not really the strict Teacher we all would have liked.
It would have been wonderful to see Gable's character receive his comeuppance by bending over for '12 of the best' from Miss Day or , even better , go over her lap for a good dose of her hairbrush.

Unfortunately it didn't happen in the movie so I will do my best to pretend that it did.......


A warm backside brings out his romantic side.....

Is your bottom still sore from that spanking I gave your darling?

I did warn you Mr. Gannon.Now bend over the desk please!

Boy are you gonna get it when I get you home mister!

Enjoying the view Mr Gannon?

I know, I know...here's your hairbrush honey...Er sorry....Ma'am.

                              BEND OVER!

This time your getting 12 with your pants down!

Having trouble sitting are we Mr. Gannon?








Thursday, October 1, 2015

Rules of the House - FM Spanking Story




'WHAAP!'
"YEOOW!"
Charlotte raised her hairbrush above her head and secured her grip on her husband's waist as he lay draped across her lap.
A red oval appeared on his right cheek to match the one on his left cheek where the back of the brush had landed.
"Let me hear that again please!" she demanded.
Her husband Norm exhaled loudly and studied the paper his wife had placed before him.
"MY WIFE IS ALWAYS RIGHT!" he read loudly.
'WHAAP!'
"OOOOOW!"
"Good boy! Is rule number one sufficiently imbedded in your brain....and backside!" Charlotte giggled.
"Yes Ma'am" , came the reply.


Charlotte adjusted her position on her chair and tapped the back of the brush against Norm's bottom.
"Read out rule number two please....nice and loud!" she asked in her best schoolmistress voice.
"I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!"
'WHAAAPPP!'
"GAAAAAH!"
"That one is particular sore spot with me mister and it's going to leave you with a very sore spot " Charlotte scolded.
'WHAAP!'
"OUCH!"
Norm repeated the rule
"I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!"
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!.....OOOOW!.....OOOOW!"
"Again please.." Charlotte asked , admiring the glowing red hue she was painting on her husbands behind.
Norm gasped for breath and the burning in his rear distracted him.
"I....I WILL NOT....I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!" he finally blurted.
'CRACK!' 'CRAAACK!'
"YEEEOOOOW!"
"Very good young man! How is your bottom feeling?" Charlotte asked.
Norm out both palms on the floor to balance himself.
"Very sore....like it's on fire Ma'am!" he replied


Charlotte put a palm to Norm's cheeks and was pleased to feel the heat in his skin.
"Rule number three please!" she ordered.
Norm hesitated and was rewarded by a series of short , sharp spanks to the tender area on the back of his thighs.
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"YEOOW!" ..."OUCH!" ..."OW!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE !" he yelled.
Charlotte studied the red bottom before her before commenting.
"You know that is a very serious fault of yours mister don't you?" she said.
"Yes I do Ma'am!" Norm replied curtly.
A smile grew on his wife's face.
"Good! Then I'd say that's worth a good dozen on it's own , wouldn't you?"
Norm howled as the brush cracked repeatedly against his tender backside a full 12 times.
"I'm waiting." a slightly out of breath Charlotte asked.
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS, ESPECIALLY MY WIFE "
'CRAACK!'
"OUCH!"
"Again!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE !"
'CRAAAACK!'
"WAAAAAH!"
"Once more like you mean it!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE!"
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!" "OW!"


"Oh my! Your poor bottom is already blistered and we still have two more rules to go!" Charlotte teased.
Norm agreed with his wife's assessment . His butt felt like it had been roasted .
He winced when Charlotte tapped the brush against his cheeks again.
"Rule number four please!"
Anxious to end his ordeal , Norm read from the sheet without delay.
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
"This is a hard one for you dear so I'm afraid it will need added emphasis." Charlotte announced , raising the brush shoulder high.
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"WOOOOOHOOOO.....OOOOOW.....AAAAAH!"
Charlotte made sure the brush landed in that sensitive area between her husband's cheeks.
This time Norm needed no prompting and barked out the rule again.
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
'CRAAACK!'
"Once more please!"
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
'WHAP!' 'CRACK!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!" "OUCH!"


Charlotte caressed her husbands burning hot cheeks with her palm.
"You are such a brave boy...one more rule to learn and we are finished with the lesson.
Read out Rule number five."
Norm studied the paper again.
"WHEN IN DOUBT REFER TO RULE NUMBER ONE!" he gasped.
Charlotte cackled loudly , "I rather like that one- don't you?"
"YES MA'AM!" Norm agreed,
Charlotte put down the brush and opened her palm.
'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK'!'
The stinging spanks his wife peppered all over his rear with her palm surprised Norm.
They seemed to hurt even more than the brush and he bucked and squirmed on Charlotte's lap until she was done.
"There! That will teach you to remember that one!" Charlotte announced proudly.


Norm rose unsteadily to his feet and Charlotte tugged on his ear and led him into the corner where a copy of the rules was conveniently pinned to the wall at eye level.
"Hands on your head and study that list. I'll be back in 10 minutes to give you your test and if you as much as get one wrong you'll be bending over for a dose of the cane!" she scolded.
"YES MAAM!"


Later that day , Charlotte sat in the kitchen sipping her coffee supervising Norm as he hung a fancy , framed version of the 'House Rules' on the kitchen wall.

Her girlfriend and neighbour Jane arrived and joined her just as Norm was standing back  awaiting Charlotte's approval.
"That will do nicely ." she said sitting back with arms folded.
Jane read the list and laughed ,"I love it Charlie but how do you  enforce them?" she asked.
Charlotte smirked and refilled her friend's cup.
"Oh I have my ways....don't I honey?" She teased.
Norm nodded and rubbed the seat of his jeans.
"Yes Ma'am." He mumbled.
"'Ma'am!' Whatever you're doing is working Charlie.....aren't you going to sit down and have a coffee with us Norm?" Jane asked.
"Yes Norm please sit with us...." Charlotte teased ,knowing full well Norm physically could not sit.
Norm blushed and shook his head.
"Isn't that a violation of rule number 2 ?" Jane pointed out with an impish grin.
A broad grin played on Charlotte's face.
"Thank you Jane , I do believe it is ...."
Norm's jaw dropped and he looked at his wife in disbelief.
Jane looked at the pair in anticipation.
"I said SIT Norm or do I have to give you a refresher on the rules right now ?" she warned.
The two women giggled girlishly when Norm let out a groan when he carefully lowered his sore behind onto the harsh wooden chair .
For 5 long minutes he squirmed as the women chatted and to his relief an amused Jane finally left.
Charlotte stood up and raised a hand to direct her husband to the bedroom.
"But honey....you know I can't sit down and I didn't break the rule!"  He protested.
"That's not what I'm sending you to the bedroom for silly." She purred , placing a hand firmly on her husband's growing erection and planting a passionate kiss on his lips.
"I  love it when you break the rules...." she purred.