by Quentin Quillis
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 Bill, 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, "Well Mike, 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. 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, beginning with Debbie.
"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."
"She had gotten up during her tirade while I got ready for bed," said Bill. "On hearing her challenge I decided to take her up on it and sat on the edge of the mattress."
"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."
Bill nodded. "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 new-found 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."
"Nobody calls me a chicken and gets away with it," retaliated Debbie, "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."
"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-"
Debbie cut in, saying, "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."
"That's all right, Honey. Anyway, I figured that if five minutes was all I had I was going to make the best of it."
"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."
"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."
"Stupid pride," muttered Debbie.
"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."
"I remember that moment." Debbie paused and looked lovingly at her man. "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."
"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..."
When Bill paused, Debbie continued. "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."
"That was surprise number two," agreed Bill. "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."
"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," said Debbie ruefully.
"You did," affirmed Bill.
"I hope this doesn't embarrass you too much, Mike, but when it was over I slid to the floor and thanked Bill in a way I had always refused before."
Bill grinned. "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."
"Yes, 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."
"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."
"I told him the bed was his domain and he now had a loving slave to do his every bidding."
"Well Mike, we won't bore you with all the details, but it was a long time before we got to sleep that night."
"Tell him about the next morning," urged Debbie.
"Ah yes. 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."
"I used a laundry marker," interjected Debbie.
"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."
"Tell him what else it said."
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