Saturday, 5 January 2019

First Spanking for 2019

It was 2am and despite a long day in the summer sun, I could not sleep. Pam lay beside me, sleeping soundly, unaware I was still awake. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't get the thought her spanking me out of my head, along with an unrelenting arousal at the thought. For a number of reasons, I hadn't been over my wife's lap since October 28th, far too long, and despite getting tardier on a number of my chores, my bottom had gone unpunished.

To make matters worse, we'd been shopping earlier that day at the local two-dollar shop and I'd spotted a sturdy looking clothes brush. Pam hadn't even glanced in its direction, but since then all I could think of was a sound trip over her lap, the new brush in her hand, its wooden surface blistering my bottom as a reminder to be a better husband.

All the while Pam was spanking me, she was repeating the lines she had used in recent spankings:

'A headmistress would give you six of the best. I'm going to give you six on each cheek.'

'It was really rude how you spoke to me this morning. You're going to get it Super Hard now.'

'I'm still annoyed just talking about it. Clearly, I'm not done with you.'

At least in my head she was, over and over, until finally I fell asleep, only to wake again every hour after that...


Two days later, Pam left to see a movie with her friend Helen, so I had the house to myself. At first I'd been just chilling in front of Netflix, but after a while the thought of Pam in 'strict wife' mode flashed back into my head. Earlier that day she had patted my bottom a couple of times, lightly but suggestively, and it had stoked the fire. While Pam was shopping, I'd rushed off and bought the clothes brush. It now lay at the top of her implement pile.

I decided to open my blog and write a new fantasy story about her to scratch my itch. Naturally, I got distracted (and aroused) reading the old posts and stories. Then I made another mistake - I lost track of time, thinking Pam and Helen would probably go for meal or drink after the movie. I left my browser open on the Pam Spanks her Husband blog and went to the bathroom.

I returned to find Pam standing next to my computer. She raised her eyebrows. "I notice the dishes are still in the sink, the lounge room a mess, and yet somehow you've managed to find the time for smutty entertainment. Go wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be there shortly to deal with you. Find the cane too, I'll be needing that."

As ordered, I waited for Pam in our bedroom, nervous and naked. I'd found the cane and naughty stick and left them under her pillow. The rest of her implements were in a drawer of her bedside table. Pam had gone to shower, so I was left to stew... and wonder if she was actually mad. I had wanted this, needed it, but a spanking from Pam is always long and hard, often hard enough to have me in tears. Whether she was mad or not, I'd be sitting uncomfortably tomorrow...

"Excellent," Pam said, entering the room. "My naughty boy is in the corner. Come lie over my lap so I can blister your bottom good and proper.”

*** Epilogue ***

So here I am, sitting on a sore bottom after last night’s spanking from Pam, the first for 2019. She gave the finale with the new brush, one hundred hard ones, and I can see the blisters in the mirror today. Of course, she also used the wooden spoon, ruler paddle, “Obey Your Wife” heavy paddle, and gave me two doses of the cane. I was over her lap for a good twenty minutes and quite tearful by the time Pam finished. 

By the end I was promising to be good, extremely good, but I can’t see that lasting long!


Note: the first half of this story is exactly what happened, but instead of being caught with the blog open, I printed out the story and left it for Pam to find when she was getting ready for bed.

Friday, 4 January 2019

A Valentine's Day Present

Just thought I'd show you what Pam got me for Valentine's Day last year. She left it on our bed that night.

Cheap, thoughtful, and remembered for days afterwards :)

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

Happy New Year

Happy new year everyone - I hope you got the spankings you deserved in 2018, and that you're going to be even naughtier in 2019 :)

Unfortunately, whilst there were some spankings in our house last year, there were not as many as previous years. And it wasn't because I didn't deserve them, but because we now have teenagers in the house. They stay up way too late, even with Internet shutdown times :( Seems it will be a lean couple of years until they are old enough to have jobs, university, or pubs to go to.

Of course, I could suggest to Pam that she just uses the cane... but ouch lol ;)

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Happy Holidays & Spankings

I hope everyone had a great holiday break.

In our house both Pam and I are on several weeks leave, Pam getting a huge six weeks as a school teacher over the summer break down here.

This has resulted in renewed energy... and more spankings ;)  Pam has told me to expect a sore bottom for the holidays as she had been too tired and neglecting it a bit.

So far this has resulted in four trips over my wife's lap:

  1. a warning before my parents arrived for a few days
  2. a spanking for failing to fill up the dog's water bowl on a hot day (it's really her dog, but I am responsible for feeding it).
  3. a spanking for forgetting to put the potatoes in the oven when it was the last thing my wife said before leaving the house.
  4. and finally a proper punishment spanking for a rude comment that hurt Pam's feelings.
One of these was a catch-up spanking for an offense several weeks earlier.
The most recent of these was last night, which included a long dose of the naughty stick (buy one here) and my wife's favourite paddle (cherry paddle). The description for the cherry paddle says get ready for screams and tears... well there may not have been screams, but there were certainly tears.

And I'm struggling to sit and type this now :)

I calculated this morning that Pam and I have been together for over twenty years. That's a lot of spankings considering I received my first from her less than a year into our relationship.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

The Boxes and the Wooden Paddle

It was a simple enough request. We were moving house and I'd just transferred a load of boxes to the new house, choosing my wife's larger car. My wife had asked me to make sure I took the boxes out before she drove the car to our son's soccer game in the morning.

But I was tired and there were hours to get the chore done and yeah, well, I'm sure there were other great reasons. I took a couple of boxes out and then promptly forgot about the boxes crammed into the car. Next morning my wife got up early and took my son to his soccer game while I looked after our daughter. The boxes were so far out of my mind by now that I didn't remember them until Pam returned.

"You did not take the boxes out of the car," she said. "I was not impressed." The last she said with that look and tone that made me realise a trip over my wife's lap may be in my near future.

"Oh," I said, suddenly remembering. "Did you get the boys to help?"

"No, it was quicker to do it myself," Pam said. "We missed the start of the game by five minutes." The glare followed. That glare.

I was definitely in for it. It was hard to think of good arguments in my favour. I hadn't done it simply because I'd been too lazy the night before to do it right away.


The tumult of the move and an overnight visitor at our new home provided a stay of execution. It wasn't until Sunday night that my wife had a chance to demonstrate her displeasure.

The house was quiet and my wife came into the bedroom. "I hope you have prepared some implements for me to use."

I swallowed. "Ah, they're unpacked and in your drawer." I had done this before the 'great box incident'.

Pam briefly rummaged around in the drawer for a moment, though in the dark I'm not sure whether her selection was random or by design. We then shared a brief cuddle before my spanking, with me apologising for my actions and Pam reiterating her annoyance.

"I was not happy," she said.

"Did you think about it at the time," I asked, wondering if she had realised I needed to be punished.

"Definitely," Pam said. "But I've been so busy."

I soon found myself bare bottomed over my lovely wife's lap. She didn't start smacking straight away, taking the time to repeat how inconsiderate I'd been, how I'd caused her a lot of stress trying to get to the game on time. I could only agree that I deserved every smack she thought I had coming.
Pam's spanking began. We were yet to install the new soundproof doors we had on order, so the hand spanks were lighter than usual, though they still smarted. Tonight Pam was being particularly vocal in her scolding, an ominous sign.

Her hand rained down. "I am being considerate and warming up your bottom," she said, "unlike my inconsiderate husband."

The warm-up was soon over. My bottom stung, but the heat was nothing like the temperature it was about to reach. Pam grabbed an implement and rubbed it against my bottom. I knew what it was at once - the horribly stingy black paddle. It doesn't leave a lasting impact, but stings like a million bees in Pam's hand.

"That's a better reaction," Pam said, after the first smack provided an "ow". After a couple more smacks, Pam stopped to adjust her position. "I need to move the pillows so I can get a better swing."
The spanking continued - the "better swing" working only too well. Soon I was squirming, but there was no avoiding that horrible black paddle.

"I'm getting rid of some of that frustration," Pam said.

My communication skills were limited to "Sorry" and "Ow".

Pam switched to her thick wooden spoon. She started slowly, but soon had me writhing trying to avoid the smacks. "I think you're going to feel this on the train tomorrow," she said, continuing to scold as the spoon fell. "This new room is nice and sound proof. Think how hard I'm going to be able to spank you. You'll be the best behaved husband ever, and I will be very well rested." (*)

 I was now really feeling my wife's spanking and promising to behave better in future. This had, as usual, limited effect.

"Did you hear Helen say she might sleep over tonight," Pam said, pausing briefly. "I was thinking how is that going to work? I have a naughty husband who needs to be punished."

After about two dozen hard and fast smacks with the spoon, my wife put it down and picked up her new "Obey your wife" paddle. "This paddle weighs a tonne," she said, rubbing it over my bottom. "You're really going to feel this. You need to show your wife more respect and consideration."

Then the paddling started. It was hard and fast and unbearably painful. My bottom, already tender from my wife's efforts, was an inferno. Within a dozen or so smacks I had tears in my eyes.

Pam paused for a moment. "What should you have done?"

I was sobbing softly. "Obeyed my wife and got the boxes."

"That's right," she said.

That thick wooden paddle slammed into my blistered cheeks, again and again on what felt like the same spot. Pam was clearly upset tonight and let me have it about two dozen more times rapid fire until I was crying softly.

"I think maybe you've learned your lesson," she said.

The paddle was put aside and Pam rubbed my bottom until I calmed down. Then it was time for hugs and kisses. It was a sound lesson I felt for the next two days, though afterwards we both agreed it was well-deserved.

(*) When I'm spanked, my wife earns a long sleep in the next day.