by David McKnight
This is the story of the night I gave my wife's best friend a spanking, and I'm not talking about a few swats on a jean-covered bottom. Mary got a full punishment spanking on her bare behind with my hand, a wooden paddle, and a strap. In fact, she was completely nude when I spanked her, and the punishment session lasted over two hours. My wife, Jane, watched and assisted the whole time, and even encouraged me to spank harder at one point. Mary's backside was just as red and she cried just as much as when I spank my wife - I'm an equal opportunity spanker.
I bet you're wondering how this came to happen. Well, my name is Bob, and as I've said, I'm married to Jane. We're both twenty-six years old and have been married for three years. For the last two of those years, I've spanked my wife on a regular basis for various offenses, usually immature behavior involving money.
I come from a spanking family. My dad spanked my three sisters, my mom, and me. I was a good kid but my youngest sister wasn't - she last got her butt blistered at the age of nineteen when she came home drunk from a frat party one night while in college.
Dad always spanked us on the bare and in front of the rest of the family. He reasoned that the embarrassment of this reinforced the pain of the spanking. I never saw him spanking my mom, but I heard a lot of her punishments, and my parents had no problem with talking about her spankings in front of us teens.
My wife, Jane, was an only child, and her parents never used corporal punishment. However, my family's spanking practices fascinated her. I heard her talking several times with my mom and sisters about their spankings during our visits. At least twice, she was present when my dad gave one of my sisters a spanking, once with a belt, and once with a paddle.
So during our second year of marriage, when Jane bounced checks for three months in a row, I told her I was going to spank her. She didn't look surprised and just nodded her head while making no objections at all. She told me later that she knew this needed to happen because of her immature behavior, and that she had been ready for it. She's been getting about a spanking a month ever since.
Mary and her husband, David, are our best friends. We met them during college, and they got married just a few months after we did. We live close to them and the four of us get together at least once a week. David and I are close, but Jane and Mary are even closer and tell each other everything. I'm sure that Mary found out about Jane's first spanking the very next day. Just like Jane, both Mary and David grew up in families that didn't spank.
For the last year, David and Mary have been having more and more arguments about money matters. They both have good jobs, but never seem able to make ends meet. Bounced checks, late payment fees, phone calls from creditors during dinner, and rising credit card debt have been putting a real strain on their marriage. I've always taken care of the finances for my family, but they both come from families where the wife was in charge of paying bills and so forth. So most of their problems come from the way Mary has been handling their money. She knows that, and David knows that.
Come to find out, last month Mary broke down in tears and asked her husband to spank her for the lousy job she was doing. She confessed to being a compulsive spender, and said she thought that a good spanking like the ones Jane got from me might help her to break the habit.
Apparently, Bob had never heard about Jane's spankings, and the idea hit him like a ton of bricks. After thinking about it for a long time, he flatly refused and said he just couldn't do it.
When Mary told Jane about this, my creative little wife told her to come over and get a spanking from me. I don't know where she got that idea. Jane and I had never discussed this possibility even though we had agreed several times that David should give Mary a good hard spanking for her behavior.
Mary quickly answered that she could never do that, but during the next two weeks, she began talking over the idea with her husband. During this time, David and I had several long conversations about spanking in general and about how I spanked Jane in particular.
At the end of those two weeks, David still refused to spank his wife, but started encouraging Mary to let me punish her. She was still reluctant and I think her modesty was the biggest obstacle. She knew that I always spanked Jane on the bare, and she just couldn't imagine herself pulling down her panties for a spanking from me.
Another week passed, and then this morning Mary called my wife to ask if she could come over tonight for a spanking. Jane immediately called me at work, and I agreed. The scene was set.
From the very first, Jane and I had decided that if it ever happened, she would be present the entire time. Mary is a very attractive young woman, and none of us wanted anything of a sexual nature to happen. I love my wife with all my heart and I would never cheat on her. I think David and Mary feel the same way. But avoiding temptation is always a good policy.
When Jane and I got home from work, we prepared a nice meal, while talking about how I should spank Mary. We agreed that it should be severe enough to leave her sore for several days, and as embarrassing as possible. The two of us decided on a hand spanking to get her started, then a paddling with a wooden paddle for as long as she could take it, and finally a strapping. Also, Mary would be completely naked the whole time for maximum embarrassment.
Around eight, I heard a car pulling into our driveway. A little later, the doorbell rang and Jane went to answer it. It really was Mary; she hadn't chickened out. I think I mentioned it before, but Mary is a real knock out in the looks department. She's about five foot four, slim, has beautiful long auburn hair, a light complexion, high perky breasts, a nice round ass, beautiful eyes, and a five-hundred watt smile.
It looked to me like she was still wearing what she had worn to work - a short blue skirt, a tight fitting white blouse, and blue high heels. I think my wife is even more beautiful, but in a real contest, it would be a close call. Don't tell my wife I said that. I always tell Jane that she is much more beautiful than Mary is.
Mary wasn't using that bright smile of hers tonight. She wouldn't meet my eyes, and she talked in a hushed, little-girl voice that I had never heard her use before as she greeted us. Per our agreement that maximum embarrassment should be a part of the punishment, when she entered our main room, I stood up and said, "Hi, Mary, what can we do for you tonight?"
She quickly looked at me and then just as quickly looked down at the floor. I stood there and didn't say another word. She looked at Jane, then back down. Finally, after about forty-five seconds of absolute silence, she whispered, "I've come for my spanking," while still looking down.
"What was that? I could barely hear you," I teased.
By this time, I could see she was starting to tremble. Jane gently reached out and put her hand on Mary's shoulder. "Come on, you know you need to do this," Jane said in her sweetest voice.
After another thirty seconds or so, Mary raised her head and looked me in the face as she said in a normal voice, "I've come for my spanking. Please spank me for my bad behavior just like you spank Jane."
She was still shaking and there were tears forming in her eyes, but I could see a look of determination as well. "Let's all sit down and talk about this," I said.
Jane and I sat on the couch and Mary sat in the chair closest to us. I began, "Tell me why you need a spanking, Mary."
"I keep spending too much money." Her voice broke as she said this, and tears started flowing down here cheeks.
Jane stood up and said, "Come sit on the couch between us while I get some tissues."
I should have mentioned before just how close the four of us are. David and I are very affectionate with each other's wife. We hug them, hold their hands, and kiss them on the cheek all the time. Several times, we have vacationed together and shared a hotel room to hold down on expenses. I've never seen Mary naked, but I've caught a glimpse of her wearing only a bra and panties. I know that when she is very tired, she sometimes lightly snores, and that David farts a lot in his sleep.
So it was perfectly natural for me to put my arm around Mary when she sat down next to me and for her to lay her head on my shoulder as she cried. Jane returned with a box of tissues, blotted Mary's eyes, and wiped her nose before passing her the box.
"OK, Mary, you need to tell me in detail why you are going to get spanked," I said. "I want you to describe each thing you are doing wrong and associate that behavior with the spanking you are about to receive. Hopefully, the next time you are tempted to repeat that behavior, the memory of this spanking will help prevent you from doing it."
"Well, I don't always record in the register all the checks I write. So every month there are checks on the bank statement that I have forgotten about. If those checks are large enough, they bounce or cause other checks to bounce later on. The bank subtracts a fee of $25.00 from the checking account for each bounced check, and sometimes that causes even more checks to bounce if I don't run down to the bank with some cash fast enough."
"It seems like an endless circle. However, I went by the bank today and adjusted my register to match their records. So right now we agree on how much is in the checking account, and tomorrow I can start making sure it stays that way."
I nodded as I said, "That sounds good. You can make a fresh new start tomorrow after I punish you tonight for all the bounced checks in the past. Every time you start to write a check, try to record it in the register first as you remember tonight's spanking. And if a check ever bounces again, you will come back over here for a refresher lesson, right?"
Mary's eyes got bigger as she took a large swallow. I don't think the idea of getting a follow-up spanking had occurred to her. She was thinking of tonight as a one-shot deal. But I knew she would have to admit to herself the possibility of getting spanked again for this to work. One spanking has never made a permanent change in someone's behavior to the best of my knowledge.
"Yes, I guess so," she answered very tentatively.
"Great, what else have you been doing that deserves a spanking?"
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