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I do a lot of travel in my business and I have grown to dislike the nicest restaurants in the world so I am always pleased when my itinerary takes me to a city where I know someone. On one trip I looked up an old friend and invited him to join me for dinner. He reversed the proposition and induced me to have dinner at his house. I was reluctant to go since I remembered his wife as the most unpleasant woman I ever met. Debbie's biting tongue and cruel sarcasm would have made Shakespeare's Kate seem less like a shrew and more like a gentle kitten. I had hoped to go to a restaurant in the hope she would curb her caustic nature in the presence of strangers but he wouldn't hear of anything but a home cooked meal for a lonely sojourner. Well, anything was better than another meal alone with sneering waiters so I accepted. Besides, I hadn't seen them in many years and maybe she mellowed.
I was welcomed enthusiastically by both of them and was pleasantly surprised to find her a totally different woman. She was warm and gracious and a darn good cook. The food, conversation and all around camaraderie made for a very pleasant meal. Although I offered to help clean up she chased both of us out of the kitchen and into the family room where in a few minutes she served fresh brewed coffee. Bill and I talked of old times and nearly forgotten friends till she joined us. They were a funny looking couple. She stands about 5' 2" in high heels and he's well over six feet. She sat on the sofa next to him and snuggled into his arms. Their affection for each other warmed my heart.
I was somewhat taken aback when she asked, "What do you think of the new me?" How does one say, "You were a complete bitch and now you're human." I didn't have to, she said it for me and added, "It's all your fault you know." I didn't have a clue what she was talking about so Bill explained. "Remember your going away party?" I admitted that it was just a blur in my memory. He laughed and said, "That doesn't surprise me. You were pretty drunk by the time I drove you home. You probably don't remember what you said either." I shrugged and he continued, "She was her usual self that night and left the party early in a huff. I stayed till the end and volunteered to see you safely tucked in. It took two of us to load you into my car but you woke up along the way and told me I was pretty stupid for putting up with, and I quote, 'The bitch from hell'."
I immediately started to apologize but he stopped me. "No. You were right. You also suggested I either leave her or take her over my knee and give her a good old-fashioned spanking. Then you passed out again. Somehow I got you to your room and went home. I took a shower and got ready for bed being careful not to wake her up but she was awake and ready to let me have it. 'Why did we have to go to that stupid party?', 'Why did I have friends like that?', etc., etc., etc. Your parting words were still ringing in my ear so rather than my usual 'Yes dear' I gave her the alternatives you suggested."
(From this point on they took turns telling the story and to save you the trouble of figuring out who said what I'll start each paragraph with he said or she said.)
She said, "I couldn't believe he had the guts to talk back to me much less think of suggesting something like that. I ignored the possibility of him leaving me and laughed right in his face as I dared him to try the other option."
He said, "She had gotten up during her tirade while I got ready for bed. On hearing her challenge I decided to take her up on it and sat on the edge of the mattress."
She said, "I guess I was still pushing my luck but I stood next to him and sarcastically asked if he wanted me to pull my pajama bottoms down so he could spank his little girl correctly. Boy was I surprised when he said, 'Yes.' but I wasn't about to back down so I yanked them off and even pulled my panties down to boot."
He said, "She was really mad and made some comment about how I better get a good look because I was going to spend the next week sleeping on the couch. I imagined you standing behind me coaching me on and with newfound courage I said was willing to take that chance and to get her little rear end over my knee. I don't know who was more surprised. She was speechless for a moment then announced the game was over and I should get out of the room. It was my turn to laugh and I called her a chicken as I stood up to leave."
She said, "Nobody calls me a chicken and gets away with it so I pushed him back down and plopped over his knee. I told him to do his best or his worst whichever seemed appropriate and extended my one week banishment to a cold day in hell when he would touch me again."
He said, "Her words were, 'My ass is yours for the next five minutes then you can only dream about it.' I don't know where she got that five minutes from but ."
She said, "I was no stranger to spankings. My Mom was a firm believer in the practice and the usual sentence was getting my bottom whacked for a full five minutes. It's funny how old memories come back and that was the first thing that came to my mind that night. Of course, I wasn't worried. He wouldn't dare actually spank me. Or so I thought. I'm sorry Dear. I interrupted you."
He said, "That's alright Honey. Anyway, I figured that if five minutes was all I had I was going to make the best of it."
She said, "He wasn't kidding. I don't know what I was expecting but I had pushed him around so long it never entered my mind how strong he really is. His open palm can just about cover my entire rear end and it did, hard. I was still in shock from his first shot when the next one landed. It was going to be a long five minutes. I don't know if he would have prevented me from getting up or not. He was certainly capable of holding a little thing like me in position for as long as he wanted to. We never found out what he would do because I was willing to go through anything rather than quit early and be called a chicken. My pride was at stake but it was my poor bottom paying the penalty."
He said, "It didn't take long for her to start crying and I asked if she had enough. She looked at the clock and said I still had three and a half minutes."
She said, "Stupid pride."
He said, "I took that as a 'No.' and kept swatting. Then the first surprising thing happened. She hadn't been trying to escape any of the spanks but she was so tense she was as stiff as a board. All of a sudden she went limp and just sobbed. I stopped and asked if she was ready to call it quits again but without even looking at the clock she shook her head."
She said, (looking lovingly at her man) "I remember that moment. He broke my spirit and all the fight went out of me. I remembered how I felt when my Mom spanked me. Even though it hurt like Hell I knew I deserved it and those thoughts rushed over me like a catharsis. I realized I was over my husband's lap for good reason and was getting the spanking I needed for a long time. And it wasn't over yet."
He said, "I had another minute left in my allotment but I slowed the pace and force a little till my time was up. She was in tears as she slid off my knees and onto the floor. I pulled her head to my thigh and held her for a moment. I knew she liked me to brush her hair and thought I could comfort her that way so I sent her for the hairbrush. Unfortunately, I didn't tell her what I had in mind and ..."
She said, "I'm not sure unfortunately is the right word but I assumed he wasn't done and the hairbrush was the next course. That was one of my Mom's favorite tools when the five minute spanking wasn't enough."
He said, "That was surprise number two. She not only got the hairbrush but brought along one of her stockings. She put the brush on the bed next to me and held her hands together as she gave me the stocking. Her explanation was that she knew she couldn't keep herself from reaching back to protect her bottom and wanted me to tie her hands together. I was in shock. Here was my wife asking me to tie her up and spank her some more with her own hairbrush. She was such a sorry sight but it seemed important that neither of us back down so I tied her hands and she placed herself (with a little help from me) back in position. I didn't bother looking at the clock but sentenced her to one stroke for each year of her age."
She said, "I thought twenty-five was not that old till I had to relive each year with an agonizing kiss of that brush. I think I cried out on each one."
He said, "You did."
She said, "I hope this doesn't embarrass you too much but when it was over I slid to the floor and thanked him in a way I had always refused before."
He said, "Surprise number three was the most amazing. At first I was ashamed to realize how aroused I got when I was giving my wife a hard spanking like that but she made it clear she was just as excited and wanted more than her mouth wrapped around me."
She said, "I looked up at him and promised to serve him like this whenever he asked but would he take pity on me and well, you tell him. "
He said, "She stood up and impaled herself on me. I asked if this was what I could dream of when I slept on the couch and while bouncing up and down she replied..."
She said, "I told him the bed was his domain and he now had a loving slave to do his every bidding."
He said, "We won't bore you with all the details but it was a long time before we got to sleep that night."
She said, "Tell him about the next morning."
He said, "I woke up to the aroma of coffee brewing and fresh cinnamon buns baking. I found her in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. She threw her arms around me for a kiss and hug and stepped back to drop the apron. I could read words on various parts of her."
She said, "I used a laundry marker."
He said, "The labels identified each part of her as belonging to me. And in large letters across her stomach she wrote, 'My husband's slave.' I took the pen and changed the word 'Slave' to 'Wife'. That got me another kiss and then she turned around and bent over so I could see where I spanked her. It was marked as mine also."
She said, "Tell him what else it said."
He said, "It instructed me to apply correction as needed. I read it out loud and she turned to face me again to explain what that meant."
She said, "I wanted him to help me become a better wife and an all round better human. I knew I could be a little acrimonious at times and asked him to monitor my attitude and feel free to apply whatever corrective actions were necessary. He agreed and asked how long till breakfast. I told him he had plenty time to get dressed but it turned out there was plenty of time for something else first. We were like newlyweds and made love right there in the kitchen. The linoleum was cold and I probably would have complained the day before but I was a new woman and happy to satisfy my man anywhere."
He said, "Over the next few weeks I took her at her word and her poor little bottom saw a lot of action but she never refused to present it properly bared and ready to pay the penalty."
She said, "I made some wrist cuffs out of fabric and bought a special paddle so he wouldn't hurt his hand."
He said, "I still liked the feel of her bottom so we saved the paddle for special occasions but I'm getting ahead of the story."
She said, "We knew a lot of folks who were reluctant to spend time with us or should I say me. We solved that by going to office parties and I would have a very recently spanked and paddled bottom. I also had to wear a special pair of panties coated in sandpaper grit which made sitting impossible and nothing more than his hand on my bottom giving it a little rub to remind me to mind my manners. Once I learned to be a little more polite things were much better and our circle of friends grew. All in all it was well worth the effort. I hope you approve of the result."
I said I did.
She said, "The story doesn't end here. There's more."
He said, "I was willing to spank her whenever she needed it but aside from that, we were equals in all respects. Things were going well; however, I noticed she would occasionally do something she knew would get her in trouble. Almost as if she were deliberately asking for me punish her. These sessions always ended in fantastic sex and I finally put two and two together."
She said, "He may be smart at work but he can be pretty dense when it comes to other things. I wanted him to spank me and make(?) me satisfy his perverted lusts. They weren't the sort of things a nice lady like me normally does but they were wonderful and I loved every one of them. Unfortunately, my strict moral upbringing made it awful hard to ask for it. We eventually got it all sorted out and made a game out of it."
He said, "We have a special signal when either one of us wants to play. If we both agree, she becomes my slave. She has a few exotic outfits she wears if we start early or sometimes she goes naked. She is required to obey every command and does."
She said, "At first I would disobey him so he had justification to punish his slave then we both realized a Master doesn't need a reason so I can be the best and most obedient loving slave I know how to be and still count on getting at least one spanking. I don't need it to help me correct my faults anymore but even though I get really turned on as soon as we start the game, it's nothing compared to when he warms my ass and I'm climbing the walls and begging for sex. It's the best of both worlds."
He said, "We've made a few modifications to the house. Those false beams open up and have pulley's imbedded so I can hang her from the ceiling."
She said, "And that wall panel hides a little closet filled with special toys. Here, I'll show you."
She moved to what looked like a normal wall and slid it open to reveal shelves and hooks. There was an impressive collection of paddles, small whips, cuffs, and other items, some of which gave me no hint as to their real purpose. She left it open and rejoined her husband.
He said, "Our signal is to put the blue salt and pepper shaker set on the table. If the other partner doesn't feel up to the game they put them back. If they're still there when dinner's over it's playtime."
I've had the good fortune to date a few women who didn't mind (and actually enjoyed) a red bottom before sex so I was not surprised to hear about their little game. I smiled as I mentioned seeing a set like that during dinner.
She coyly smiled as she said, "I put them there before you arrived."
He said, "We've talked about this. Without going into too much detail now, her cousin found out about our little fantasy and now she's a sometimes member of my little harem. We'll tell you more about her later. The only reason I mention her now is to show that we're not adverse to sharing our game. More to the point, although we've never done it with another man spanking her we've talked about it and if you're willing, we'd like to try tonight."
She said, "Actually it was my idea. I feel I owe you a lot and this is my way of thanking you for getting us started along this road. Ever since we heard from you I've been wanting to do this. I even asked him not to spank me for the last two weeks so my rear end would be a fresh palate just waiting to get some color. It's been waiting for you. You can consider it a special honor. Dad left the discipline to Mom so you'll be the first man other than Bill to spank me."
He interrupted to add that he had also been waiting for two weeks to get her little bottom over his lap and one way or another he wasn't going to wait another day. She smiled as she continued, "Please say you'll stay. It appears tonight's my lucky night. I'm going to get two spankings but I want you to go first and do what you probably wanted to do all those times I was a real bitch to you in the old days. Please!"
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