I think one of the dining room chairs should do,” Marrianne replied. “John, dear, go bring in one of our chairs for Doris.” It was one thing got my sisters to see me, they did a lot and I saw them too. It was another for my friends, there were several friends I was spanked with or in front of. Evelyn is Marrianne’s younger sister, and apparently she broadcast the news over her extensive network of friends to find a girl or woman who was into spanking male bottoms. By now, I expect half the town is aware of my secret proclivity. Each strike with that hard wood paddle left its own fire behind, and the flame was stoked and grew with each successive spank. I didn’t want to cry out; I didn’t want to struggle once Doris demonstrated the futility; most especially I did not want to cry in front of this woman or my wife, but Doris proved what I wanted had no bearing on what would happen. This is my first blog, and indeed blog entry, on the subject of the punishments I receive for being a less than obedient and well behaved wife! This blog was given to me, by my husband, as part of any punishments I receive.

To match they raised the humiliation to more nudity, sometimes naked or allowed just a bra...or more humiliating positions like all 4's on the bed, the diaper position, grabbing ankles and spreading legs apart...and also doing more spankings in the kitchen, living room or other places where my siblings would also see them. The humiliation included staying in positions after the spanking ended for a period of time and them talking openly about my spankings with their friends. There were times when I was made to show the marks to their friends and plenty of times when they allowed other people to spank me. I saw Marrianne’s lips compress, the way they do when she is irritated. Then she said, “There is no reason to put it off any longer, John. You said yourself you needed this form of discipline, and I agree with you. I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Now why don’t you go take a shower, put on just your robe, then come to my sewing room. I want to complete the baby blanket I’ve been crocheting in time for Barbara’s baby shower. I see you are wearing your slippers, even though I told you to just wear your robe. Why don’t you take them off and put them in that corner out of the way,” she said, putting down her work and pointing the way. “One thing I have asked Doris to work on with you is your inability to follow directions. While you are at it, put your nose in the corner as well. I’ve read that is a good place for a naughty boy, or naughty man in this case, to wait for his spanking.”One of my all-time favorites: Jessica Alba in The Killer Inside. This is as good as non-consensual spankings get. Smoking hot, so very full of herself, she gets thrown on the bed, her panties ripped down, and then she gets a very real whipping on her bare ass with a belt. Again, acting, of course. But no true spanking enthusiast can deny, this is a wonderful scene. Imagine if this weren’t

Take off your robe, John,” Marrianne said, and stepped up to take it from me. My cheeks clenched involuntarily at the certainty they were under the scrutiny of the two women behind me. There are many spanking blogs on the net. However, the vast majority are consensual; two consenting adults, making an agreement to satisfy each others fantasies, using safe words…..And that’s fine. To each, his own.

The tawse was the worst as it was delivered with the same force as the cane but only seemed to cause lingering pain in one place. This was a similar feeling to having fallen very heavily onto a garden gnome wearing a cone shaped hat. It maybe that only one corner of the tawse is ‘making an impression’ and that is what is producing a weird slightly ‘unpunished’ feeling as, apart from the one small area on my right bottom cheek, the rest of my bottom was pain free.

Oh good, I thought, Evelyn has gotten her two cents in as well. “I’m not that bad,” I protested. “Just a little thoughtless now and then, I suppose.” Throughout the following week, I tried almost constantly to convince Marrianne we no longer needed Doris’ services. I tried reason, demonstrations of a reformed character, assertion of my rights of authority as the husband, desperate and abject pleading. My wife met all of these with a calm, satisfied silence (although when I was most insistent, there was a distinct compression of the lips). I decided to never raise the topic again, but to keep it relegated to my fantasy life. Our married life together was mostly happy and rewarding, so there really was no need to change it, even though spanking remained a frequent, secret fantasy. My birthday came and passed without incident that year, just as so many had done each year of my life. I heard the distinctive sound of high heels approaching on the wood floor of our hallway. Since Marrianne only wears heels when we go out, it could only be Doris. I could tell when they entered, however, both women came into the room behind me.For many of us, this would be a Be Careful What You Wish For tale. But based on your input to Erin-8-Homecoming, I understand this comment. Anyone who would volunteer their bottom for testing an over-the-top long-handled brush…