by Carly Burton
Kate lay face down over her husband Joe's knee, anticipating her first ever spanking, wondering how on earth it had come to this. Her dress was already pushed up high on her back; her knickers were dangling around her ankles, baring her bottom to her husband. She was mortified. Was this really her gentle, easy-going husband who hardly ever got angry, hardly ever even raised his voice? She was about to find out!
"This is going to be a very painful lesson Kate. You're going to feel just how fed up I am. You're going to feel just how much I hate to see you bad tempered and sulking, taking all your frustration out on me and destroying yourself into the bargain."
Kate's mind wandered back to the events leading up to this terrible reality. She had just turned 50 years old, Joe was 52 and both their children were grown up, the youngest having left home recently. She was in good shape physically, but had ceased to think of herself as desirable. Married life had seemed to become mundane, with no excitement anymore. She had begun to feel as if no one needed her, least of all Joe. Nothing pleased her, work was just a stress and Joe's gentle manner and attitude simply annoyed her.
He had dismissed all her fears as if they were insignificant. Of course she was needed he had told her. She had a demanding job with responsibilities, the kids lived close by and they were regular visitors, but somehow, she had lost herself. All Joe's well-meaning comments just left her feeling frustrated.
She had known she was losing control, but didn't know how to regain it. She felt like a runaway train on its way to a derailment. Her temper had become harder to control, and she was using bad language, which she never usually did.
Joe had been working late a lot recently and when he came home, he was tired and couldn't deal with her sulkiness and withdrawal, so he ignored her, which stoked the fire even more. She realised that she had been deliberately trying to provoke a reaction, which was denied her up until now. At this moment, however, she was regretting her actions, his reaction was most unwelcome! Back to her uncomfortable position over Joe's knee, she listened as he continued to lecture.
"You will remain as still as you can while I punish you, Kate. If you fight me or try to interfere with your punishment, I will restrain you!" His words totally shocked her.
He was quite calm, she noted, but she actually believed this new version of her husband would restrain her. With that, he began her first ever spanking with gusto, his hand rising and falling in quick succession. At first, he covered the whole area of her bottom until it was an overall pink, warming up literally. She wriggled and grunted in protest, swearing profusely, which just made him heave a heavy sigh and pause.
"This is just not good enough," he admonished. Then he picked up a heavy wooden hairbrush that had been hidden from her view and that she had never seen before. She could see him wielding it, in the mirror, as he had placed the chair in front of it deliberately so she could watch her spanking as well as feel it.
He then spanked the same spot on her left buttock with considerable force, six times in succession. That really hurt and she screamed blue murder. The other cheek was subjected to the same treatment and the building sting was shocking. She began to plead.
"Joe, please, please, stop, I can't bear it." She tried to wriggle from his knee but he held her tighter still, with a warning.
"Remember what I threatened, Kate. I won't hesitate to tie you to the bed if I need to." This succeeded in settling her down enough so that she was forced to stop fighting and accept the inevitable.
He delivered another scorching set of six spanks to each sit spot while she howled and cried. He could see the beginnings of bruises on her buttocks as well as a fierce redness, so he gave another three swats to each one, and decided he was done.
As he kept her bent over his knee, he began to gently stroke her cheeks, relishing the feel of the heat emanating from her punished flesh. He also took a moment to appreciate the firmness of his errant wife's bottom; she was still deliciously desirable. He smiled in satisfaction that his research into corporal punishment had paid off, that is, if she didn't divorce him because of it!
Kate lay docilely over Joe's knee, not even attempting to stifle the sobs, feeling as if a dam had broken and she could finally release all her pent up emotion. She allowed him to help her stand and welcomed his strong arms enveloping her in a comforting hug.
Joe guided her to the bed and gently lowered them both, lying on his back and pulling her to lie on top of him. Despite the fact that her normally gentle husband had just spanked her to tears, Kate felt inexplicably close to him, surprised to realise that she didn't resent the fact that he had punished her at all. She pondered this, even as her bottom was throbbing. Why didn't she hate him?
As her sobs subsided, he gave her a squeeze. "I had to do something, Kate. We couldn't go on like we were. Do you understand?"
After thirty years of marriage, they thought they knew each other pretty well, and Kate noted the slight hesitation in his voice. She didn't answer right away, so he prompted her.
"You were withdrawing a little bit more every day and I had to find a way to bring you back, or I felt I would lose you altogether. Have I lost you anyway?" His voice wobbled with emotion as he finished his question.
She couldn't let him believe that, so she forced herself to answer. "No, no, you haven't lost me Joe, but you have shocked me - I can't believe you spanked me at my age!" Her tone was indignant. He had the audacity to chuckle then.
"Ah Kate, you are never too old to be spanked apparently, it's never too late to start a corporal punishment regime, although maybe I should have done it many years ago."
She tried to pull away from him in an attempt at protest, but he held her tight. She soon relaxed against him; it was so comfortable and she felt cherished. She dared to ask him a question.
"What on earth made you decide to punish me like this, Joe?"
He smiled against her hair as he nuzzled her protectively. "I did some research on the internet, about domestic discipline and how it can enhance a couple's relationship. When a wife can give up control to her husband, and submit to being spanked, it can relieve tension and improve their relationship." He sighed. "You need to know now that I won't put up with any bad behaviour in future, and that includes sulking, swearing or anything else I don't approve of." It was obvious that he meant business, but she was still shocked that this was not just a one off.
"Joe, you can't be serious?" She lifted her head to look at his face now. His expression confirmed that he was indeed serious. "You really mean that you intend to spank me every time I upset you?" she asked, incredulously.
"Every time you display any kind of negative behaviour," he confirmed. He sounded quite pleased with himself and she stiffened again, trying to pull away from him.
"Let me go." She struggled, but he held her close.
"Hush now, Kate, it would be a shame to have to spank you again so soon after your first punishment."
She gasped. "You wouldn't!" But even after saying the words, she knew he would. This new side of her amiable husband both shocked and excited her, if she were truly honest with herself.
She nestled closer and wriggled to get comfortable and ponder about what this would mean to them as a couple. Could she submit to his discipline after years of him allowing her to do what she wanted, having no consequences for her actions or moods? She had to admit, she felt a strange new kind of respect for Joe that he had finally decided to take action, despite the painful results of that action! And she also had to admit, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders with the release of emotion the spanking had brought.
"When did you buy that dreadful hairbrush?" she dared to ask. To her annoyance, he chuckled again.
"Only last week. I chickened out of shopping for a proper spanking paddle. Anyway, I'm quite satisfied with its performance; you'll be feeling sore for at least a couple of days."
Her hands went automatically to examine her bottom, still extremely hot, a little swollen and definitely tender.
"What happens now?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Well, unless you would prefer a divorce..." He paused, anticipating an explosion of some sort.
"A divorce? Of course not, why would you think such a thing?" She was horrified and raised her head to look into his eyes again.
"You might not agree to my discipline, in which case, it would be a problem. I even risked being charged with assault." He studied her reaction carefully.
She sighed, shook her head and bit her lip, unconsciously. "Are you expecting spanking to cure my moods?" she asked, quite seriously.
"I hope so; it will give you something to think about if you consider the consequences. It will probably take a few more punishments before you learn sufficiently, but I will deliver," he promised. "Will you accept?"
She thought about it for a few moments, and then lowered her head to rest on his chest. "Do I really have a choice?" she murmured.
"Of course you do, but if you won't accept spanking, I don't know what else to do." He felt the precise moment she decided to agree to submit to his discipline, before she even spoke the words because she almost melted into him.
"Ok, I will submit. I agree to let you spank me whenever I need it, but do I get a chance to appeal against it if I think it's unfair?" She was obviously taking it seriously now.
"I will listen to what you have to say, but the final decision will always be mine, ok?" It was a question, but not one he expected her to dispute.
"Ok," she agreed.
He smiled, his whole face registering the relief he felt, and the companionable silence they shared resulted in them both falling asleep.
A while later when Kate awoke, she found herself alone in bed. Joe had covered her with the duvet and let her sleep. Bless him - that was the Joe she knew very well, considerate and thoughtful. Her hands crept to examine her bottom again, it was still warm and sore, but she also felt a strange tingling sensation that was not entirely unpleasant.
She allowed her thoughts to drift back to earlier that evening when she had incurred her husband's wrath, to the extent that he decided to spank her. She'd had a stressful day at work, came home in a dour mood, and then everything had gone from bad to worse. She was stomping around the house, searching for an important letter she had failed to file safely and knocked over a vase of flowers, smashing the vase and spilling the water all over the table. In her exasperation at her own clumsiness, she turned too quickly in anger when Joe came to see what the fuss was, and managed to knock the coffee cup in his hand, slopping hot coffee onto him.
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