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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Letting Them Know - FM Spanking Cartoon

Even though she's been spanking him since they first began dating , he thinks that nobody else knows of their  special 'arrangement'.

Did he really think that their friends would fail to pick up on her subtle comments , warnings and hints , his squirming when he sat,  or those tell-tale marks on his backside  in the gym changing room.
When she bought him that cute little thong swimsuit he should have known why.
They don't call her 'Spanky Sally' for nothing !

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Just Getting Started - FM Spanking Cartoon

When this Husband came home and found his naked Wife waiting for him in the bedroom he might have thought it was his lucky day but soon discovered she had something else in mind !

Monday, June 10, 2019

Getting Through to Him - FM Spanking Cartoon

As I have a 'surplus' of FM material to publish , this will be :
          FM spanking week I will be featuring a  FM post every day.

The MF enthusiasts will have to wait until next week to get  their fix....

Just what is a wife to do when nothing seems to get through her Husband's thick skull?
This Strict Wife knows that the best way to make her point is to  apply the back of her Hairbrush to his bare backside.
The redder his bottom   , the better he listens.
She is getting through to him alright... and he will remember this  for quite some time ....every time he sits!

Friday, June 7, 2019

Sitting Pretty - MF Spanking Cartoon

This naughty Wife is grateful her Husband provided her with a nice plush pillow to sit on while she revises the household budget after overspending yet again!
She thought she had covered her tracks but found out the hard way that it is not a good idea to try to deceive your Husband....especially when there is a stout hairbrush nearby !
He needs to be careful though , as she seems to be plotting her revenge....

Monday, June 3, 2019

Rodeo Spankin' - FM Spanking Story

Clay tilted his cowboy hat and adjusted his bolo. 
"Let's get going Emma." he called out.
His wife Emma emerged from the bedroom and stood with arms folded.

Clay had seen that pose many times before and knew what it meant.
"Not so fast Clay...we have something to discuss first!"
Her husband's jaw dropped.
He knew the game was up.

"I had wondered why the rubber plant in our bedroom was looking sickly lately I know why! 
I found some of these in the soil..."she said tersely , holding out her palm.
Clay stretched his neck to examine the small , dirt covered pills.
"Oh...Yea! " he mumbled nervously.

"Aren't these the pills Doc McIntyre prescribed for you a few weeks ago?" Emma asked , her voice rising.
"Uhm....I guess so...." her husband replied , his face flushing red .
" know how I hate taking pills Emma....they don't work anyway...." he added defensively.

" Clay , it's bad enough for you to be neglecting your health , but deceiving me like this is not acceptable!" she scolded.
Clay flashed her a disarming smile , "Come on Emma....let's go to the Rodeo and we can talk about this when we get back." he said.
His suggestion was met with a determined shake of his wife's head.
"No Clay! We'll take care of this right now. Go fetch the hairbrush !" she ordered .

"Aw come on Emma...please not now..." Clay reasoned but Emma was already moving a straight backed chair to the middle of the room.
Taking her seat on the chair Emma  looked sternly at her husband , "Clay Wheeler! If you're not back here with the hairbrush in one minute you are going to get it a lot worse!" she warned.

Fighting his stubborn male pride , Clay stood frozen momentarily ,before reluctantly making his way to the bedroom to fetch the dreaded brush which sat in its usual place on Emma ' s dresser.
It looked harmless enough , to the untrained eye it would pass as a necessary grooming tool for Emma's long mane.
However , closer inspection would reveal it was in fact a clothes brush , with a thick cherry wood back and a longer handle than the brush Emma used for her hair.

No,  this brush had a unique purpose and it's business end was the glossy wooden back which Emma would soon expertly snap against Clay 's bare behind until he was unable to sit.
Clay ' s backside tensed at the very thought.
Pensively Clay handed the implement to his smirking  wife.

Placing it on her lap ,Emma reached over and undid Clay' s large silver belt buckle.
A smile danced on her pretty face when she noticed the growing bulge in her husband's jeans.
Slowly she slid down the zipper to tug Clay ' s tight jeans down to his knees.
Clay tried his best to remain stoic as Emma peeled down his 'tightie-whities' to join them and releasing his huge erection from its restraints.

Emma could not disguise a girlish giggle.
Tightening her jaw ,she scooped up the brush and leaned back in the chair.
"Over you go Honey!" she ordered patting her lap.
For Clay , this was the most difficult act of the event.... the formal transfer of power to Emma.

While she sat imperiously on the chair ,Clay lowered himself over her awaiting lap,head down , hands on the floor and his bare bottom high in the air.
Emma enjoyed the feel of her husband's burgeoning manhood throbbing against her thighs.
Clay enjoyed the momentary pleasure also but they both knew it would soon dissipate once her brush began its work on his backside.

Focused  on her task , but in no great hurry , Emma adjusted the position of Clay's muscular rear to her satisfaction.
She smiled when she saw his cheeks clench in anticipation .
"So do you know why you are getting this spanking Clay?" She asked while teasingly circling the back of the brush across her husband's pale cheeks.

"Yes Ma'am.It was wrong to not follow Dr McIntyre's instructions and to deceive you like that!" he replied.
"What do you deserve Clay?" she asked.
"I deserve a good hard spanking Ma'am!" Clay replied.
Emma gritted her teeth , " Then that is what you're going to get.....I am gonna blister your backside till you can't sit down!" 

Placing the back of the brush on the 'sweet spot' of Clay's right cheek to refine her aim , she tapped the spot lightly.
Then she moved the brush to the same spot on Clay's left cheek , repeating the movement.
When she raised her arm above her head ,her husband's entire body shuddered in anticipation.

There was a brief pause as Emma savoured the moment and admired Clay's manly white cheeks.....they would not be white again for quite a while!
'CRAAACK!!' She brought the brush down on the target area with venom.
Clay grunted and grabbed the chair leg with one hand.

'CRAAACK!!' The brush revisited the exact same spot.
Years of practice had honed Emma's skillful accuracy with the brush and she knew exactly where to apply it for maximum impact.
Another loud 'CRAACK!' produced a restrained  grunt from Clint.

Emma admired her man's fortitude to take his spanking like a man , but she knew that would not last long.
Clay always did his best to take his spanking in brave  silence but never could.
His wife knew he would be hollering at the top of his lungs before the first 10 swats had landed.

'WHAACK!' This time the brush landed on Clint's left cheek , taking him by surprise.
"MMMMPPPH!' he gasped
'WHAAACKKK!' The next swat landed on the same spot and he bucked on her lap for the first time.
Emma noted the angry pink oval blotches appearing on both cheeks.

For the next 6 stinging whacks she alternated quickly  from cheek to cheek  .
Clay moaned and began squirming around for the first time.
She returned  her attention to that favourite spot on Clay's right cheek to deliver a brace of roundhouse swats that sounded like thunder when they landed.

Emma chuckled to herself , 12 whacks in and Clay was already crying out.
Pleased with the result , Emma intensified her assault on that right cheek  , this time with a trio of real stingers!

Returning to his left cheek she landed six rapid-fire whacks that had her man wailing and bucking like a bronco.
Settling into her task now , Emma spanked crisply and non-stop , alternating from cheek to cheek.
It didn't take long to turn Clay's cheeks bright red and had the soles of his cowboy boots drumming the floor.
Emma paused after about 40 whacks to catch her breath and examine the damage.
Clay's cheeks were hot to her touch. He was going to be feeling the effects of this for the next few days .
She was already looking forward to teasing him about his inability to sit and reminding him why!

Meanwhile , at he entrance to their ranch , an SUV roared in sending dust billowing everywhere.
The driver was Clay's nephew Cam .
"Take it easy Cam! You're gonna kill us before we get to the rodeo ! If you hadn't kept us late and  picked up the saddle last night instead of drinking with your buddies we would already be at the rodeo. You know my riding event starts in an hour and I  have to prepare!" his fiance Dixie scolded.

"Oh be quiet Dixie! I know how to drive....and don't worry you'll be there on time... but I need to get that saddle from Uncle Clay before they leave!" he replied boldly.
Dixie scowled , "Didn't I warn you about speaking to me like that Cam McDaid?" this time her voice had a firm edge to it which her fiance took note of.
"Sorry Sweetie....I didn't mean to be rude......" , he paused when he noticed Clay's pick up still parked at the ranch house, "....good! They're still home!" he grinned , jolting Dixie with an abrupt stop.

As they made their way to the house , Dixie took hold of Cam's arm and stepped in front of him , "I wasn't kidding Cam! We need to have a serious discussion about your behaviour and how you speak to me!" she told him earnestly.
Cam shrugged , "I said I was sorry Honey...let's just get the saddle and we can talk after the rodeo ....ok?" he replied.
Dixie relented but was clearly not pleased , "OK Cam , but just be warned that it's might not be the type of discussion you're expecting!" she told him .

When the pair entered the big hallway of the ranch house , they paused when they  heard noises coming from the main room.
They looked at each other in puzzlement , neither of them able to decipher the sound of Emma's hairbrush connecting with Clay's bare backside, accompanied by scolding , yelping and apologizing.

It was Dixie who finally figured it out and giggled loudly , "OMIGOSH! Surely  Emma's not......I think she is!" she gushed , putting a palm to her mouth.
Still confused , Cam shrugged , "She's doing what?"
"It sounds to me like your Uncle is getting a spanking!" Dixie giggled.
Cam frowned in disbelief and took hold of her arm , "Don't be silly Dixie....let's go , I need that saddle!" he said , marching purposefully forward.

Their eyes widened and jaws dropped at the sight which met them in the main room.
A red-faced Clay gazed up at the young couple and Emma stopped in mid spank.
"Cam! Dixie!" Emma exclaimed.
"AW NO!" Clay whined , vainly looking for a place to hide.
"I knew it....I tried to tell him you were spanking Clay Emma but...." Dixie giggled.

Emma looked at the pair as if she were baking a pie instead of spanking her handsome husband's bare bottom , which by now , was as red as one of Emma's cherry pies.
"I was just taking care of some domestic discipline matters with Clay before we left for the Rodeo.....isn't that so Sweetheart?" she asked , looking down at her embarrassed husband.
"I guess you could say that!" Clay winced.

"I for the saddle you were repairing for me Uncle Clay." a stunned Cam asked.
Despite his undignified position , Clay responded firmly ,"You were supposed to pick that up days ago to make sure its fine. Don't you know its dangerous to just use it without trying it out first sonny?"

Dixie replied on Cam's behalf , "I've been telling him that all week Cam but he's too busy carousing with his buddies .....and he almost killed us driving over here you know!" she blurted , arms folded and glaring at Cam.
"Shut up Dixie!" Cam snapped.

This time it was Emma who spoke up , barely containing her anger , "How dare you talk to Dixie like that young man! Once I've finished dealing with your Uncle here I've a good mind to take you over my knee as well!"
Even Clint managed to laugh at that one.

"Actually Aunt Emma . I just mentioned to Cam that we need to have a serious 'discussion' about his attitude. Perhaps now would be the perfect time for that .....considering you have everything already set up?" Dixie said.

Cam looked at his fiance in astonishment  , "What are you talking about Dixie?" 
Emma chuckled , "Oh I think you know exactly what Dixie means Cam. I certainly do! Let me just finish off with Clay here.....I'd say another couple of dozen good zingers should do it ......and then you can have the chair and the brush Dixie!" 

Clay was just thankful that his ordeal was almost over , "OK . Get on with it Emma ...then I'll go get that saddle for Cam while Dixie is having that 'discussion' with him!" he said forcing a grin.
"Neither of you guys  are going to be able to sit on a saddle for the next day or two anyway!" Emma laughed along with Dixie.

She looked down at her husband , "I think I said another 2 dozen Clay?.....slow or fast?.....your choice!" she smirked.
Clay sighed , "Fast! We've got a rodeo to go to!"
Emma raised the brush , "Your wish is my command Honey!"
The crescendo of noisy , stinging licks took everyone in the room by surprise , especially Clay who kicked , bucked and yelped throughout.
"GEEZ THAT HURT EMMA!" he complained.
"That was the first dozen dear....hold on for the final instalment!" Emma declared with a grin.
This time Emma delivered the entire dozen to Clays beleaguered sit spots on each cheek leaving both scorched and blistered.

When she finished , she gave her husband's rump a playful swat and he leapt to his feet , turning away from his audience to perform a very undignified spanking dance as he rubbed his cheeks furiously.
Emma and Dixie laughed heartily but Cam was looking very worried now.
"Stop those antics and pull up your pants Clay!" Emma teased , standing up and smoothing her jeans.

She handed Dixie the brush , "Over to you Sweetheart!" she quipped , eyeing an increasingly apprehensive Cam.
Dixie twirled the brush in her hand and slapped the hard back a couple of times against her palm , "Ouchie! That Stings!" she giggled.
Taking her seat on the chair , she looked up at Cam and curled a finger , "Come here Cam. It's time for that discussion!"

Putting both hands out defensively , Cam tried reasoning with his determined Fiancee , "Now reasonable...we need to get to the Rodeo.....this can wait!" he reasoned.
Emma smiled at him , "Oh don't worry about that Cam dear.....the Rodeo organizer is an old friend of Clay's and we'll be sure to let him know you've been ...
....lets say......delayed ? Dixie has all the time in the world to spank the daylights out of you!" 

By this time Clay ,having restored his pants and some of his dignity , put an arm around the younger man , "It's best to just take your medicine like a man son. If you're going to marry this little gal you'd best get used to it!" he advised.
Still grinning , Dixie curled her finger at Cam again , "Clay's right Honey. Best get used to it  because there's gonna be a lot more if get over here and lets get on with it !"

Shoulders slumping , Cam let out an exasperated sigh and made his way over to Dixie.
"Let's leave the young folks alone to have their 'discussion' Clay." Emma smirked , sliding her arm under her husband's and guiding him out of the room.

Later at the BBQ ,Emma and Dixie giggled together as they watched Clay and Cam leaning on the bar nursing their beer bottles.
"A couple of cute butts you have to say Dixie!" Emma observed.
"If only people knew how red those butts are under their jeans and that they can't sit because we gave them a good spanking!" Dixie remarked.

Emma nodded and took a swig of her own beer , "Oh they'll know soon enough...I'll be giving a full report at the WDWC meeting next week." she said nonchalantly. 
Dixie ' s cute little nose wrinkled , "WDWC? What is that Emma?" 
The older woman chuckled , "'Western DIsciplinary Wives Club' .....and , after earning your spurs  today , you are now an official member Dixie!
Pretty much all the ladies in the room right now are members you know!" 
Dixie ' s jaw dropped , "You mean all these gals spank their guys?" she asked incredulously. 
"Darn right they do ! Why do you think men prefer to stand at the bar!" Emma laughed.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Dinner Guests - MF Spanking Story

Simon and Dana loved it when their friends Nigel and Michelle visited.
The couple were such a contrast , Nigel a typical 'stiff upper lip' Englishman with a wickedly dry sense of humour , and the bubbly , vivacious blonde Michelle who entertained everyone by sharing hilarious stories about the eccentric clients at her Law Office.

Michelle was relating a story about a boringly , fussy older lady who simply would not leave her office , "It was supposed to be a 30 minute consultation  , but she just went on and on and on...and to make matters worse , the whole time I was squirming in my chair because of the spanking Nigel gave me the night before!"she said..

There was an uncomfortable pause before their guest looked nervously at her husband who was regarding her sternly.
".....ooopsie! I guess I let the cat out of the bag Sweetie?" she smirked innocently ,  her big eyes widening.

Not in the least bit embarrassed by her slip , Michelle didn't miss a beat and went on to openly and humorously describe how  Nigel resolved issues between them with Michelle by giving her a good spanking.

She was so open about it that Dana and Simon laughed along with their guests,  wondering if they should share a secret of their own.
After Michelle concluded her case in favour of wife spanking , Dana spoke up , "Actually Michelle , you don't need to convince us....Simon has been spanking me for years...." she blurted.
"In fact she'll be getting one heck of a bottom warming this weekend to discuss her credit card bill!" Simon added firmly.

Everyone in the room seemed relieved that their spanking activities were now in the open .
Over another bottle or two of wine , inhibitions were parked and the two couples shared spanking stories with each other.

As the evening drew to a close , Michelle turned to Nigel , "I don't know about you Honey , but all this talk about spanking has made me 'reaaallyyy ''s time you took your naughty little wife home and gave her a long , hard spanking !" she gushed.
"With pleasure Madam!" Nigel replied wryly.

"Why wait until you get home Nigel. Driving home sitting on a well spanked bottom can be very therapeutic....can't it Sweetie?" Simon piped up glancing at his red-faced wife.

Dana giggled and raised a hand , "I certainly can! In fact it happens almost every time we visit my parents. My Mom thinks it's hilarious when he takes me upstairs for a spanking before we leave !"

Michelle raised a brow , "I'm not sure that's a good idea Dana...there is a lot of noise when Nigel spanks me ,  it sounds like thundedclaps when his hand connects with my big,  wobbly bottom....not to mention my squealing ! I'm afraid  we might disturb the neighbours."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Michelle , I'm one hell of a screamer when I get spanked ,so it won't be anything new for our neighbours.In fact we've heard our next door neighbour Jack spank his wife Lucy on occasion so if would probably be free entertainment for them!" Dana assured her.

"Yea! You guys can go ahead and use our bedroom....and when you're done ,  you can hang around while I take Dana in there for her sense in delaying Sweetie." Simon grinned at his wife who excitedly feigned surprise.

Nigel grinned and looked at Michelle , "I think that's a great idea...come with me young lady! " he said, standing up and taking his wife's hand.

"Oh by the way.....there's a nice big hairbrush on my night table if you need it Nigel!" Dana called out as their guests made their way down the hallway.
"TRAITOR!" Michelle yelled back at her.

Simon and Dana took their seats at the table , their ears eagerly trained on the pending soundtrack coming from down the hall.
At first there was silence , then Nigel's firm , elegant English voice scolding his wife.
They could hear the occasional response from Michelle in a girlish tone that was barely audible.

More silence followed but was broken by a resoundingly , loud 'WHACK!' and an even louder , high pitched scream from Michelle.
Their friend wasn't kidding,  her lungs were almost bursting with all the howling , helping and squealing she was making as the loud spanks rained down on her substantial bottom.

At first the spanks were crisp and sharp like skin on skin , but later the sound had  more depth suggesting  Nigel was now using the hairbrush!

Their assumption was confirmed when Michelle howled , "Jesus ! Take it easy with that thing really hurts!"
The noisy chastisement continued for a few more minutes and ended with a flurry of rapid fire spanks that had Michelle screeching.
If neighbours Jack and Lucy were home they were hearing quite a show!

A short while later , the bedroom door opened and their guests emerged.
Nigel looked relaxed , his demeanour suggesting he had thoroughly enjoyed himself.
Michelle's cute face was bright red and contorted in a grimace.
Both of her hands were busy behind her back,  furiously trying tob rub the burning in her bottom.

As they came closer , Dana and Simon noticed that the back of Michelle's dress was still hoisted as she rubbed unabashedly.
Surprisingly she spun around and proudly showed her hosts her glowing  well-spanked cheeks .
"Does my butt look as bad as it feels Dana?" she pouted.

Simon drank in the sight of Michelle's big ,round , curvy bottom framed in a lacy black thong. Both cheeks were  a blazing red hue , with those tell tale white circles on her sit spots left by the hairbrush.

"WOW! I'd say it sure looks bad Michelle!" Dana said sympathetically.
"I'll fetch you  a pillow for that long drive home.." Simon added.

"I left the brush on the chair,  so you're all set to go mate!" Nigel told Simon.
"OUCH!" Dana yelped when Simon propelled her forward with a firm smack to the seat of her skinny jeans.
"Let's go Missie!" Simon ordered.
"Good luck taking those jeans down Simon!" Michelle chirped ,cupping her sore cheeks in her hands.

"If you don't mind we would love to sit and listen in." Nigel asked , then corrected himself , "....well ...I'll sit and listen .....Michelle will prefer to stand!"
Michelle scowled at him and rubbed her bottom again.

Nigel and Michelle thoroughly  enjoyed the auditory show that followed and openly applauded their hosts on their performance when they returned.
 Simon acknowledged their appreciation like a performer , while  Dana grimaced and clutched her cheeks tightly with both hands.

Their guests raised their brows when they noticed Dana was no longer wearing those skinny  jeans. The tiny triangle of her red  thong provided only the slightest hint of modesty.
"My butt is way too sore to put those jeans back on!" she winced , forcing a grin.
"WOW! I don't blame you !" Michelle agreed , examining her friend's spanked bottom.

Now that the much awaited wife spankings were completed , there was a momentarily , uneasy silence in the room.
"Well we had best be going now Michelle..." Nigel finally said.
Dana looked at Simonher before speaking.
"It's late and you've had a few drinks so it's better if you just stay over?" she suggested.
Their guests readily accepted , almost as if they had been expecting the invitation.

"May I ask what the sleeping arrangements are?" Nigel asked in his most formal of English tones.
Simon grinned before tentatively replying , "Well.. you and Dana can have the master bedroom  and Michelle and I can use the guest bedroom...." he suggested.

Michelle giggled , "I had a feeling that wife spanking wasn't the only thing we had in common!" she said , offering her hand to Simon .
Nigel bowed and elegantly took Diana's hand and kissed it, "Shall we retire my lovely?" he asked.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Ron's Day of Reckoning - FM Spanking Comic

Day of Reckoning ; 'A time when past misdeeds must be paid for.'

Carol has all kinds of phrases or comments to inform her husband Ron that he is in for a sound bottom blistering and this is one of her favourites!

Poor Ron doesn't know when it's coming , but he knows that , when it does , it will be bad....very bad.

Ron's 'Day of Reckoning' has finally arrived and Carol intends to make sure it will be a day he will remember for a long , long time!

Yes , it will be quite a few days before Ron will be able to sit down comfortably again , and Carol will enjoy teasing him and reminding him that she is the one responsible for rendering him unable to sit!