Martha's transgressions had been accumulating all month and she was beginning to think her Husband Henry had forgotten , or perhaps was becoming more tolerant and lenient after his retirement.
However , after a particularly notable act of petulance at the market on Saturday morning , Henry finally whispered those familiar stern words into her ear , "I will be dealing with you as soon as we get home young lady!"
Martha felt her face flush and her plump bottom tingle upon hearing her Husband's threat.
Still Martha held out hope that her well deserved comeuppance would be delayed yet again , as their dinner guests would be arriving in under 2 hours and there was still so much to do.
During the car drive home she tried her best to trivialize her poor behaviour and remind Henry of the tight time constraints.
Henry listened but said nothing until the pair arrived home , "Get upstairs and get ready for your spanking Martha!" he announced tersely.
His wife was surprised her ploy did not work so tried again ,"....but Henry , we need to bring in the groceries and prepare for dinner...can't this wait?" she reasoned.
Her Husband's response was to spin her around and deliver a trio of sharp smacks to her rotund posterior to propel her towards the staircase.
"I said get upstairs....I'll take care of the groceries!" he scolded.
Her mouth opened to speak again but Martha knew better when she saw Henry's jaw tighten , so she scurried obediently upstairs.
For a full 10 minutes , Martha stood naked in the bedroom waiting for Henry , the hairbrush she had laid out on the bed catching her attention again and again as she contemplated the discomfort it would be delivering to her bottom.
Finally , she heard deliberate footsteps on the stairs and felt her heard pound and mouth dry.
Despite knowing what was coming , she was still strangely excited and positively tingling with anticipation .
Both palms dropped to caress her bottom cheeks as if to prepare them for what was to come.
She needed this spanking and had been yearning for it for weeks , and now the time had finally arrived.
Henry entered in businesslike fashion , rolling up his sleeve and barely giving his naked wife a glance as he scooped up the hairbrush and took his seat on the edge of the bed.
Then he started with a long lecture which Martha accepted with head bowed and nods of "Yes Sir!" and "No Sir!"
The lecture ended with a firm command for Martha to take her place over her Husband's muscular lap.
Despite their time constraints , Henry took his time to administer a measured and sound spanking to his wife's jiggling cheeks leaving them a blazing red.
A contrite Martha struggled , teary eyed to her feet and rubbed her well roasted bottom.
"Thank you for the spanking Henry, I deserved it?" she sobbed as she rubbed.
Henry regarded her incredulously , "Don't thank me yet young Lady....your spanking is far from finished! Did you really believe that after the way you have behaved this month that you would get off that easy?" he scolded.
His wife's jaw dropped , "But Henry....our guests..." she pleaded with her well worn excuse.
Her Husband pointed to the dresser drawer where the dreaded 3 tail leather tawse was stored.
Henry rose and placed three pillows on the bed , "Bring me the tawse and then get that naughty bottom over the pillows young lady. A good dose of leather is what you need to remind you how to behave...and let me remind you that if you dare misbehave at dinner tonight , I will not hesitate to give you another dose of leather no matter how sore your bottom is! Now over you go!" he bellowed , pointing to the pillows.
Martha virtually leapt over the pillows , avoiding irking her Husband further with more excuses.
She clung to the bed sheets , yelping and kicking her tiny feet as Henry administered a full 20 harsh strokes of the tawse to her already sore buttocks.
At the end she just lay there sobbing and apologizing before getting up to offer her thanks for her chastisement.
This time her apology was sincere and acknowledgedr , "Get yourself cleaned up and dressed then...our guests will be here shortly." Henry said , pulling Martha close to him for a hug.
He smoothed his palms up and down his wife's cheeks , noting her skin was hot to the touch
After washing and reapplying her make up , Martha turned to inspect her red and well marked bottom in the mirror.
The oval imprints of the hairbrush were overlaid by the striped welts from the strap , but in an odd way she felt very proud as if it were some sort of
badge of honour.
Giving her ample bottom a quick rub , she stepped into her evening gown....there would be no panties this evening with this sore bottom ....and Henry knew it!
They were both already longing for their post dinner activities and Henry's soothing aftercare of his wife's adorable bottom.
Sitting on a sore bottom for dinner would be well worth it !