Husband and wife spanking stories
Not sure where this is from. It may have been published in the original Privilege booklets when they were still produced in A5 or else it was from an article in Forum magazine another A5 booklet which back in the s and 80s frequently had spanking and BDSM related articles.
My sexual identity: Guy
What is my favourite drink: Ale
I have piercing: My piercing is ear piercing
The attention-getting, attitude-adjusting shock of a bare bottomed spanking had been overlooked with both of them. She gave a deep sigh then turned and walked to me at the chair. As I concentrated on the areas already bruised this turned into a series of shrieks which quickly turned into shrill howls of pain coupled with convulsive crying.
I gave Barbara a few warnings; they did no good at all. In the end I quietly made some apologies then took her in hand and helped her find the door. There had been no mention of spanking, it was going to be a complete shock. My wife of 8 hours stood in the corner of the hotel room, nose firmly pressed into the corner, the hem of her skirt pinned well-up her back.
Once inside I stood her in the center of the room then locked the door as she huffed, puffed and sniffed. The shock was so total that nothing happened for a while from Barbara, except some bouncing on my lap.
I felt that she would probably make a good wife and was willing to find out. Poor Barbara was walking funny, there were still some tears but, the brat had been spanked away for a while; about 6 months. At about the same time she landed across my lap, the reality of what was about to happen set in!
I sat on the lowered tail gate and pulled her close for a short hug and a kiss. The garters and stocking-tops seemed to outline the target area perfectly.
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Barbara was wearing a short wrap-around skirt. That finished, I moved the armless chair away from the desk before confronting her. She agreed without hesitation. I then paused to allow that to sink in. Without being told she slowly placed herself back over my lap, reached down to grip the chair legs firmly and waited, her toes rested on the carpet. I slowly and carefully explained that, if we were going to continue, some things in the way she was behaving would have to change.
Each point was punctuated by a quick hard smack to the lower part of a burning cheek. The harsh reality of discipline administered to a bare 20 year old bottom. I told her to take off her bra which she did obediently. I stopped, resting my hand on her red hot bottom. That became an instant problem, a loud one, a loud profane one! Pushing her hands away from her sides, I then reached up under the tail of her blouse, hooked the waistband of her brief, lacy bikini panties with my fingers and slipped them down over her bottom.
Between these I was treated to a display of jiggling bottom and thigh; this was also out of her control. Taking her by the arm I moved her to my right side, sat and waited. If we were still together as a couple after the spanking, it could probably be worked out. A few minutes of concentrated, well-aimed, smacks to finish, then to the corner and then bed. It would end quickly. It took about an hour of comforting to calm her down. Barbara was crying.
Some sharp grunts and gasps but that was about it. I was aware she took occasional walks to the barn to be paddled or, worse, get punished with the dreaded strop. By the time I walked her to the door of the apartment she realized that I did love her.
The lingering reminder that they have done something to warrant punishment and it has been given. Her only sounds were yelps of pain as my hand found its target; the only movement was a bounce and a jerk as my hand made contact with her bottom or upper thigh.
Taking her right wrist in my grasp, it wound up pinned to her side as I tucked her in good and tight. The first few were an absolute painful shock which brought a growling gasp that rose in volume.
This was evidenced by her trembling, from head to toe her quivering bottom and thighs the overall red color of her full cheeks, the bruises showing on them and the nasty red covering her upper thighs. Once I was finished the crying continued for a minute before she slowly calmed then slumped across my lap to bawl. She did as I asked her to. A few of those times my sister was in the same shape. This first spanking was a major shock to her. At that point I began a little lecture which was also a series of questions.
As she listened and waited there was a lot of gasping, moaning and sniffling. How you take it is up to you.
It was obvious at times that she needed some sort of discipline but her family had allowed her to get away with things for quite a bit. She blinked a few little tears away. We walked to the back. Any thoughts of resistance, of struggling, had long since been replaced by the reality of stinging, burning, bottom-wrapping pain. A little more arrogance than needed, more attitude than needed but, overall, generally nice and sweet. She struggled like hell; I began spanking like hell. She stood watching as I found the tie, untied it, pulled the skirt off and placed it on the tail gate.
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I spanked each bouncing cheek in turn; middle to bottom and side to side, as hard as I could smack them. When told to, she hobbled slowly back to the corner like any naughty girl. I marched her directly past the older waiting couple and straight to the door of our room.
As I did that she advanced on me ready to give me a slap. In an instant Barbara went from a major handful to lying over my lap. By the time the door opened on our floor, she was a mess. After having her turn around I unpinned the dress, unzipped it down the back then pulled it to allow it to fall in a puddle around her ankles.
Barbara, pinned tightly at the waist, other than arching her back a few times, simply bounced and howled. As I waited and watched, the bruises took on a deeper red color, a more painful deep red, outlined and surrounded by her fair white toned skin. She understood and agreed with some hesitation but, I hoped, some understanding.
A taboo story about domestic discipline
I grew up in a home where discipline was common,for everyone. My mother was, on occasion, one of them.
Some time, some coffee, a long talk which turned into a lecture and a drive into a secluded area on the way home she was sharing an apartment with some other girls and acting on the decision. In her slightly confused and fuzzy alcoholic haze there was a sudden sharp explosion of pain in her cute bottom. There was a sharp gasp as I slipped my hand between her thighs and pulled her roughly into a better position; higher over my lap.
Nice to be around and very loving. You know.
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She would be warned first. Along the line a tone of nastiness had crept into some things that she and her friends were doing. Suddenly it was over. In a very short time she found her voice but, not forming her words too well, at the same time she began twisting around, wiggling and kicking while trying to get her right hand back to protect her bottom.
As it did, she nodded slowly, sniffed a few times but just stared at the floor. She was about to shatter the cool silence of the early morning along a deserted back road in the woods. It was common for others I knew to be punished this way. I gathered-up the thin but long velveteen dress to tuck it up her back, exposing the gray stockings, garter belt and thin tight bikini panties stretched tightly across her bottom. As she slowly obeyed I opened her purse and found a couple of the ever-present Bobbi pins.
Back then, someone getting a spanking was not really unusual.
Barbara had never, although she did need it on occasion, been punished in any way that would affect her behavior in the future. It was simply a wife being given a good dose of discipline by her husband. On my way around the back of the truck I lowered the tail gate then went to her side of the cab and helped her out.
Placing a few fingers under her chin I raised her head so that our eyes met. I also explained that, if it was necessary, she would be spanked to change things and get her attention in the future. Unlike play the person being punished should suffer the continued stinging, the long lasting continued burn that comes with the humiliation and pain of the spanking or use of another tool.
Other than these occasional drunken outbursts of pure nasty she was a great person. Following a very nasty and embarrassing time at a party, we had a long talk as she began to sober up a little. Once I made the decision to handle the problem it was only a matter of acting on it. Barbara ended up firmly tucked under my arm. Her older sister, Mary, had grown up the same way. There had been a little drinking at the farm which increased during the reception.
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Andrew and April were an upper class couple in their mid-thirties, living in a modern flat in Battersea, London.
Following up on the post about bridal spanking traditionshere as an overview of various spanking traditions pursued once the bride is safely married.