by Jack Crawford
"Eric, get over here and kneel down in front of me!" demanded his wife, Wendi, after Eric had spent an eternity standing in the corner.
When she first barked his name, Eric jumped, and when he heard the command he rushed to comply.
With her naked husband kneeling before her, Wendi let him remain in awkward silence for several very long moments. "I was going to ask you what you did to earn a spanking," she said frostily, "but I am afraid your answer will go wanting. I hope that overnight it will all sink in."
Though Eric was afraid to look up at her, he could still easily read her emotions. As a result, he was worried about what she might do next. Why, oh why couldn't I have remembered to log out of that damned spanking website on my PC? Stealing a quick glance at his wife, he knew she was really upset. Oh if only I could have remembered to clear my browser history!
It was bad enough that Eric was kneeling naked before his wife with a throbbing and bright red bottom fresh from her spanking attentions. However, the shame and humiliation he felt after having his secret spanking fetish discovered was almost more than he could bear. That damned browser history! He swore in the silence of his mind as if the browser history had acted of its own accord.
Earlier that evening
Eric Zimmer would be the last person you might suspect of having any kind of odd, hidden fantasy. Perhaps everyone possesses something in their psyche that they would rather keep secret, and probably most of those little secrets are really no big deal. For example, many people might have tried shoplifting something rather small when they were just a kid. A lot of them probably got caught as well.
Eric Zimmer is a 30-something man and appears to be of such mundane normalcy he is almost invisible to others. He is average in all respects: height, weight, works out a little (though not enough), doesn't smoke, but does like the occasional beer with friends or a glass of wine with his wife who he has been married to for seven years.
Wendi, however, is somewhat above average, and friends of Eric sometime tease him claiming he married a woman out of his league. Eric takes those jibes as compliments, as well he should. Wendi is two years younger than Eric and is a stunningly beautiful woman possessing a luxurious mane of jet black hair and a figure that commands attention from everyone in any room she enters. Wendi is also the youngest partner in a law firm that will probably include Zimmer in its name in the not too distant future.
Eric is a moderately successful self-employed accountant who works equally hard as his wife, but earns considerably less. Though that fact makes Eric a bit sensitive at times, it is of no consequence to his wife. Wendi knows Eric works hard, and had their occupations been reversed, she would be the lower earning spouse. She is justifiably proud of her perfectly average husband and the fact that he has no heavy emotional baggage, which suits her just fine. Her husband is loving and attentive in every way that matters.
Eric and Wendi have no children. They plan to have one or two in the future, but the time just hasn't been right. Perhaps it never will be just right, but for now, both are happy with their circumstances. Happy that is, except for one small niggling little thing.
That one thing is perfectly simple, yet would be devastatingly horrific to Eric should anyone discover his little secret: Eric has a clandestine interest in spanking. It's not that he finds it titillating or mildly naughty. No, he gets indescribably thrilled at the mention of almost any kind of spanking, and in particular the spanking of men by women.
And as worried as Eric is about anyone discovering his fascination with spanking, Wendi is just as ignorant of his interest in this subject. Eric has worked very hard to keep this little fact from his wife, at times swearing off his spanking interest for concern that Wendi might find out. Those resolutions never last for long.
The internet has proven to be a boon for closet spankos like Eric. No longer does he have to hide the damning videos, paperback books and magazines. Instead, he can maintain a list of 'favorites' through multiple layers of organization in his web browser and after he reads and watches this material he deletes his browser history. In the middle of the night, he sometimes worries that he forgot to delete his history and he gets up and goes to check.
Eric is very, very careful to keep his spanking secret hidden from the rest of society, but particularly from his wife. Though he has no idea what she might think if this secret were discovered, there is also no way he is going to take that chance. However, the thought of having a dominant wife who will regularly take him for a bare bottom trip across her lap is one of his ultimate thrills.
He belongs to several chat rooms whose primary topic is wives who spank. He often makes up stories about how his wife spanks him, and every time he does this he becomes tremendously excited. When Wendi comes home after he has been prowling spanking sites, she is inexplicably (to her) subjected to a very horny husband, willing to shower her with attention and affection.
Wendi thought these random episodes were a part of Eric's make up ... something that endeared him to her ... something she found utterly adorable. But that was before. Before? That was before Wendi stumbled across a website that Eric had accidentally left open. The website was called Wives Who Control Submissive Husbands, and it featured a stern looking woman with arms crossed holding a hairbrush in one hand. In the background was a man standing in the corner of the room with his pants and underwear lowered to his ankles and a bright red and obviously freshly spanked bottom on display.
"Eric?" Wendi called as she stared the damning website.
It was a website that Eric had been carefully hiding and would make him cringe should his wife ever discover it. But she had, and now she scrolled around the page as she waited for him to answer her.
Her husband stuck his head into the home office they shared. "Yeah, Wen, what's up?" Then he gulped hard and froze when he noticed what web page was up and now screaming accusations at him. The tastefully appointed office that normally felt so welcoming to him was suddenly little more than a vessel displaying his own perverted fantasies.
Wendi spun around in the chair and looked up at him. "What's this?" she asked in a calm and reasonable tone. "And why is it on our PC?" Eric had no answer, but the blush that colored his face was all the answer the experienced attorney needed.
Searching for a response ... any response ... Eric sat down on one of the side chairs in the office. No intelligible words came from his mouth as he sat, stunned by her discovery. The walls of the home office actually seemed to move in and suffocate the young accountant.
For her part, Wendi wasn't angry and she wasn't hurt. She was confused at first, and now she was a bit startled by Eric's inability to answer her question. A quick witted woman, though she wasn't sure how she really felt about this, she did see the anguish in her husband's face. Rather than confront him angrily, she took a deep breath and tried her best to be empathetic.
"Does this stuff interest you?" she asked kindly. "What I mean," she tried to clarify, "is that you have never said anything to me about it. I hope you would trust me enough to share anything, Eric." She watched her husband continue to try and find a way to explain what she was looking at, but all that happened were watery eyes and a look of panic. He wriggled miserably on that chair, searching the closing walls for answers and finding none.
Finally, like a dam bursting and disgorging the water it had been holding back, a torrent of words began to flow from his lips. "I'm so sorry, Wen," he began. "I just never found a way to tell you. I'm so sorry ... and ashamed." He held his face in his hands and Wendi's heart nearly burst from her husband's angst.
She tried a different tack. "Is this what you find interesting? Spanking? Men being spanked by women? Or am I reading this wrong? Perhaps you just find the general subject fascinating?" She paused and watched her husband die a thousand deaths through humiliation right before her eyes.
Eric finally looked up, wet eyes and all. "I could never hit you, Wen. You know that! I ... I guess you could say my interest is in men being spanked by women."
"But you've said before," she countered, "that you were never spanked growing up." The look on his face immediately told her to tread lightly. Arguing with him or cross examining him wasn't going to be very helpful. She was going to have to bring all of her considerable cross examination skills to bear as she hoped to coax the truth from her husband.
"I'm sorry," he said, now slumped and sullen. "I don't understand why I have this interest. I just do." He was quickly retreating into a defensive shell and Wendi needed to do something about it. If he withdrew, she would never get to the bottom of this!
"Do you think spanking would be sexy?" she asked. He shrugged his shoulders so she followed up that question with, "Do you imagine me spanking you?"
This time he looked up and started to say something, but quickly looked away as he nodded affirmatively. He was only able to give even that scant response because Wendi had maintained an inquisitive and non-confrontational tone. However, that simple nod of acknowledgement was a most humiliating act for Eric.
Wendi got up from behind the desk and sat in the chair next to where Eric sat. She took his hands in hers and spoke in a calm and soothing voice. "Look Eric, I'm not mad or angry, just a little surprised." She smiled warmly when he peeked up at her, as she added, "I wish you had said something about this to me a long time ago." He looked away shamefully, but she squeezed his hands reassuringly.
Truthfully, this was not something Wendi had ever considered in her life: spanking or being spanked. Not that she was adamantly against such things, it just wasn't something she had ever thought about. Taking a deep breath she jumped in. "Tell you what, let's get some dinner, and before bed we can give this a little try if you want." When he looked up again, this time a bit disbelieving she was even suggesting this, she was smiling and added, "I won't judge you if you promise not to judge me. OK?"
"Why would I judge you?" asked the incredulous Eric. "I'm the pervert. Not you."
"You're not a pervert. Just don't judge me because I've never tried this sort of thing before and I probably won't be any good at it." Something about the way she said that made Eric feel much better. He suggested she browse through that website as he made dinner. She kissed him and whisked him out of the office to make dinner. She had some research to do.
They had a quiet dinner with a chilled white wine, though Eric might not have described the experience as enjoyable. He was worried and nervous on so many levels he couldn't possibly describe them all.
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