A package just arrived

A few minutes ago there was a knock on the door - a delivery from the USA and addressed to me.  I wondered what on earth it could be.  It contained two items wrapped in brown paper:

• a long thick wooden ruler with "I've been very naughty" written on it
• a small cane, OTK size

Pam is out at the moment, but I'm both excited and nervous that she went and bought these.  I think they are from cane-iac (confirmed - images below). 

Hiatus

Sorry all for the long hiatus.  I haven't fogotten the blog and hope to have some more posts up very soon :)

Text message from Pam

I was watching TV last night and my wife had said goodnight and was heading off to bed.  She handed me my phone before leaving and said I had a message.  It took me a couple of minutes to read it, but fortunately not too many minutes. 

It read: "You have 10min to be in bed ready to get your ass red.  My stopwatch is on.... don't be late!!

Pam was actually disappointed I made it with 3 minutes to spare.  If I'd been late, it would have been the hairbrush with no hand warmup.  But I still got the brush and spoon. 

Though she'll be disappointed if she finds out I didn't have too many problems sitting today.  Butt must be getting tougher :)

Interesting article

I found this article on the web.  It's particularly interesting because it was published in the New York Times.

Spanking Fetish Not So Easily Revealed

In other news, I've been promised a spanking tonight... for my wife's birthday.  Funny that in our house the birthday girl does the spanking :)

Small update

Hey,

Just a small update.  I've actually got some viewers now with some wonderful sites linking to mine.  I hope to spend some more time on the site and get some multimedia happening (bit of a wall of text at the moment).

My wife has really gotten into spanking me again after reading the "How to spank your man" ebook.  She left another note in the car yesterday.  It read:

"You forgot to tell me the boys needed to wear their uniform to camp.  Be on the bed at 9:45pm, pants down, ready to say sorry".

Wrapped in the note, was her hairbrush.

Needless to say, I wasn't late.  Needless to say, I am sitting uncomfortably today (again lol) :)

Sitting on a sore bottom today

I got a hairbrush spanking from Pam last night for not cleaning up the kitchen after lunch.  I was going to, but just hadn't gotten around to it, but she wasn't happy when she came home.  I think it was totally unreasonable of course, but Pam begged to differ and 24 hours later my bottom is covered in tiny blotches that sting to sit on.  She really spanked hard with her hand too and I'm sure the neighbours must have heard. 

I'm not entirely sure whether Pam's hairbrush or wooden spoon stings more the next day.  They both make sitting difficult!

Not Pam, but she is a teacher with a hairbrush :)

Letter waiting in the car...

I got to my car, which was parked at the train station, about thirty minutes ago.  Strangely, it was unlocked.  I specifically remembered locking the car properly and checking this morning.

I tentatively opened the door.  A a note and a wooden spoon lay on driver's side seat.  The note read:

"You will be lying naked on the bed at 10pm tonight with this on my pillow.  I will come in later when I am ready.  No excuses tonight.  I strongly advise you not to be late.  Love, Pam."

I'm nervous.  I'm going to be spanked in less than three hours.  And I know I'm getting the big wooden spoon too. Gulp.

A fantasy...

Like many men who are spanked by the woman in their life, there's an embarrassment aspect.  I'm simultaneously horrified at the thought of people finding out my wife spanks me as well as aroused by the thought.  However, I *think* a few people know.  Certainly our neighbours at various houses and flats we've lived in over the years know a lot of spanking went on (Pam doesn't care much if they hear).  And years ago, during a big night on the town, Pam had too much to drink and told one of my best friends, even hinting that I received the cane when I was "very very bad".  Fortunately he never mentioned it again.  Maybe he gets it at home too :)

But one fantasy I've had for years is to be spanked in front of one of Pam's friends.  Over the years, as best friends come and go, the friend has changed, but it's still common.  Would I really want it to happen?  Dunno.  On one hand, it's terribly exciting.  I know I'd be ribbed about it for years, which would be fine, but it's the keeping her mouth shut aspect that would be the unknown. My wife would not do this anyway, so it's purely a daydream for the morning ride to work...

Here's a fantasy along the theme...

It was a typical Monday night.  I was sitting in the lounge shooting stuff on the PlayStation while my wife and her best friend Helen were watching DVDs of their favourite show in the sitting room.  It was late, and the kids were fast asleep.  I was engrossed in my game, though I could hear occasional giggling from the other room. That was nothing unusual.  Monday was champers and Law & Order night.

"Hey honey," my wife called from the other room.

"What?" I replied in male monotone.  An important gun battle was in progress.  If I got up, I'd die and have to wait three seconds to respawn.

"Come here a sec?"

"Can it wait?"

"Surely you can stop shooting things for thirty seconds."

I threw my head up to the ceiling, threw down the controller and strode into the sitting room.

"What's up?"

"That's not much of an attitude," Pam said, smiling.  If there was a warning there, I missed it. 

"What would you like?" I asked, my tone a five percent improvement.  The five percent from the warning tingling sensation in my bottom.

"Can you get the wine from the fridge from us please?  We've empty glasses here and I've got the cat on my lap."

"You can just take the cat off your lap."

"But he's so cute and comfy.  Wouldn't you prefer to do it honey?"

"Well not really, but I guess..."

Pam tsk'ed and turned to Helen.  "Not much of an attitude is it?"

"I'll say," Helen pipped in. "You should do what your wife says.  She's so good to you."   This was standard stuff from Helen - extremely supportive of my wife.

"It's like ten metres away," I persisted.

"Honey?" Pam said; the glint in her eyes now a clear warning.

"Alright, alright; I'll get it.  Where is it, fridge or freezer?"

I'd offered to get the wine, but my tone hadn't changed.  It was clearly - go get it yourself.

Pam raised an eyebrow."I think someone needs an attitude adjustment."

Helen snickered. 

My heart jumped like an Olympic pole vaulter.  "I'll get it now."

"I'm sorry, but it's too late for that.  Come here.  You know the drill."

I literally froze, a kangaroo in the lights of the oncoming car, unable to believe what my wife was asking.  She wouldn't.  She wouldn't.  But what else could she possibly mean?  She picked up the cat and put it on the floor.  Her lap was empty.

"Oh, so you're embarrassed?" Pam asked, her tone of voice switching to *that* one.  "You should have thought of that before you decided to lay on the attitude young man.  Yes, I'm going to punish you, right here in front of Helen.  You'll soon forget she's here, believe me."

Still I hesitated.  Helen was sporting perhaps the biggest grin in human history, trying not to burst out laughing.

Pam patted her thigh.  "Hurry up, or you *know* it will be worse."

I shuffled over, staring at the carpet, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, particularly Helen.  I stood beside my wife, unable to move further.  Pam took over.  In a single motion she pulled down my shorts and boxers.  I was acutely aware that my naked bottom was facing Helen.  My only consolation was she could not see anything more private. 

One arm tug and I was in position.  Pam's hand rested on my bare bottom.

"You deserve this, don't you?  What were you thinking with that attitude?  Did you think you'd get away with it because Helen is here?"

"I don't know," I replied, my voice croaking.  I hadn't even been smacked and emotion was rushing over me.  "Sorry."

"No you're not.  You will be though."  A pause.  "What do you think Helen?  Should I spank him here in front of you, or wait until you've left?"

"Go for it Pam.  I've always wondered why your husband was so nice to you!"

Pam chuckled.  Then she spanked.  Her hand cracked down, smack after smack.  I groaned; there had been no warm up.  Perhaps inspired by the audience, my wife was skipping the warm-up.  Crisp slaps echoed, committing the television to background noise.  Twenty, then thirty smacks, fast and hard on the lower half of my bottom.

"Well mister," Pam said. "Wishing you weren't so full of attitude now?  Does it sting?"

"Yes," I whimpered.  I was trying to be stoic in front of Helen.

"You know I'm just getting started?"

My voice was low.  "Yes..."

Five particularly hard smacks.  "What was that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Helen laughed.  I couldn't help but look back - she was leaning forward, mesmerised - like she was she was in the mosh pit of her favourite band.

My wife's hand kept raining down without respite.  I'd forgotten stoic.  I squirmed and concentrated on holding in the sting.  I wouldn't beg. Silence, that was my only way to save face.

The spanked stopped.  My wife's hand rested on my burning cheeks.  "Hey Helen, my hand's sore.  Can you please duck out and get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen?  Second drawer.  The biggest one."

"No..." I protested.

Pam laughed.  "Honey, you're hardly spanked yet, are you?  This is barely more than a warm up.  What do you think Helen?  Does he need more?"

"Absolutely.  Don't hold back on my account.  I'll get it."

Helen left the room.  I knew the respite would be brief.  The kitchen was not far. 

With Helen gone, my wife's hand switched to rubbing.  "You OK?" she whispered.

I nodded.  I'd never expected this - so out of our comfort zones.  "Yes," I said, as absolute as I could put in my voice.

"You're going to get it good, OK?  Same as usual."

"Yes Ma'am."

Helen returned.  "Here you go," she said, handing over the spoon.  "Wow.  This looks like it will really sting!"

"Oh it will," Pam said.

I hung my head and tried to steel myself.

My wife rubbed the heavy spoon against my burning cheeks.  It began.  The first of many flicks of my wife's wrist brought the spoon down smartly.  Pam always spanks hard, always long, but this was right up there.  I can only imagine what Helen thought as volley after volley had increasing effect.  First I twisted.  Then I threw my hand back to protect my bottom, only to have it pinned and Pam to deliver a dozen sharp smacks as additional punishment.

"Please..."

"Please spank me harder?" my wife offered.  "Is that what you need?"

"Sorryyyyy."

"You nearly are.  Time for the finale."

"This is so cool," Helen interjected.  My face was as red as my bottom.

My spanking resumed.  On and on, my fingers curling into the sofa, spoon smacking tenderised cheeks, harder now, my eyes watering, showing my regret, promising to be extremely good.  When I had laid over Pam's lap, I had hoped for a token spanking, a show more than a lesson.  But this was a serious lesson, and I squirmed and kicked and pleaded to no avail.

At last, minutes later, Pam's hand replaced the spoon, rubbing the heat in.  "Are you sorry?  Will you remember this lesson?"

"Yes Ma'am," I sniffled.

"Apologise.  To Helen too."

"Sorry Pam.  Sorry Helen.  Really sorry."

"Wow," was all Helen could say.

"OK," my wife said with one final smack on my bottom.  "Pants up.  Now do what you should have done without argument."

I rose, legs shaky, pulling my boxers and pants up in the same motion, wincing at the burn of cotton on swollen skin.  I returned quickly with the wine, avoiding eye contact as I filled up the glasses of the two beaming women. 

"Come back when you've put it back into the fridge," Pam directed.

On my return, Pam rose off the couch and met me at the doorway.  Taking my hand, she led me into the corner and pulled my pants and boxers to my ankles.  My bare bottom was on display next to the TV.

"Don't move unless I say or you'll go over for another dose."

Helen make a sneaky comment.  "Nice view."

"Yep," Pam said.  "Forget Fifty Shades of Grey.  I prefer Deep Shades of Red."

They both laughed. 

The girls watched TV for about thirty minutes.  It took all my self control not to rub my burning bottom.  Besides the occasional comment about my red bottom, they had switched into "two girls watching TV" mode - totally normal, talking like only women can about random topics whilst a naked man's bottom is three metres away. 

Finally Helen left, with a final jibe about "No way he'll be sitting tomorrow". 

My wife came up behind me and kissed the back of my neck tenderly, lingering.

"Was that OK?" she asked, her breath hot on my neck. 

"Thank you," I whispered, aroused by her touch.  Her hips pushed into my sensitive bottom.

"Not too much?"

"Perfect.  I just don't know how will I look at her again?"

"We talked beforehand.  Helen was not a bit surprised.  She's always suspected I was the dominant one.  She'll tease you, probably suggest you need it again.  But only when the kids aren't around.  She pinkie promised."

"But what if she tells people?"

"Oh she'll tell her boyfriend, in her own way.  But his bottom deserves to be red more often than yours, and that's saying something.  Trust me, he won't be saying anything."

A Warning before Dinner

Completely out of the blue spankings are the most memorable. It's out of character, out of the norm, and leaves a lasting stamp...

We were meeting our long term friends, Paul and his girlfriend Lisa, for dinner at our favourite Thai restaurant.  I'd known them since University, but it was a while since we'd seen them.  Great curries, a couple of bottles of Merlot; it was certain to be a great night out.

I'd just dressed and was combing my hair in the mirror when my girlfriend burst in... holding a wooden spoon.

"Take your pants down," she demanded.

I was taken aback.  "Whhhaat?"

Pam waved the spoon before my eyes.  "Don't argue or it'll be worse."

Wondering what I'd done, I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down.

"Bend over the drawers."

I bent over, resting my hands in the recess for the mirror.  Pam moved behind me; my boxers joined my jeans at my ankles.  She stepped back.  The heavy spoon rested on my bottom, cold and ominous.

"This is to remind you not to perve at Lisa tonight."

"But-"

Pam did not wait for any answers and snapped the spoon down sharply.  With no warm-up, it stung like crazy.  I squirmed as the spoon came down in a rapid beat.  I squirmed, knowing better than to move out of the way, but my bottom burned.  All I could do was hold on.

"Are you going to perve?  Stare down her top?"

"No, I won't, really," I pleaded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Five hard smacks rained fresh fire.

"What was that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Better. Now push your bottom out for the finale."

I leaned further into the recess, glancing my own red face before I hung my head.   The spanking resumed.  The heavy spoon danced over my bare cheeks, leaving a trail of red ovals.  I whimpered and tapped my toes, but stayed in position.

Another fifty smacks and it was over.  Pam leaned forward and kissed my cheek.  "If I catch you, this will seem like nothing once we get home."



I nodded.  "I'll behave."


"I know you will."

Once we arrived at the restaurant, I was on my best behavour.  Though not as lovely as my wife, Lisa was quite an attractive girl.  Without the spanking I may have risked a tiny, sneeky glance.  But my burning bottom pushed all such thoughts aside.  And if my friends noticed I squirmed uncomforably in my chair, or the occassional odd glance Pam shot me in warning, they never said anything.

Little reminders throughout the day

Sometimes Pam does or says things throughout the day that remind me my bottom is hers to spank.  A couple of cool things she did in the last couple of days:

• Told one of the kids to "assume the position" (just move where I wanted them - we never hit the kids).  The double meaning would be lost on anyone else.
• Gave me a couple of light smacks on my shorts with her hand before I left for the gym.  Her best friend was nearby too :)
• Reminded me via text I needed to organise something.  I said "Sure, I will.".  She replied "You'd better!". 

But the best thing is always a real spanking, and I'm sitting here on a sore bottom right now after getting a good one last night.  It wasn't one of Pam's longer spankings, but it was the first one with a new thick, wooden spoon.  I can even feel it tingling when I'm standing up!

First Time

So how did the first time happen?  How on Earth did my wife start spanking me?  It was a while ago, but crystal clear in my memory. I only talked with Pam the other night about it and suggested maybe she was programmed for it too, but she claimed she should could just read my mind.  I'm sceptical.  She's too good, too natural.  Maybe a little of both is the truth?

It started when my girlfriend Pam and I and been going out for about six months.  We were living together in a small unit.  I'm a couple of years older than my girlfriend, who had just started University and was just nineteen.  Pam is tall, blond, and extremely attractive, and though physically quite strong, you'd never have called her domineering.  She was normal girl, way smarter than most, but a normal teen who liked to party.

The night started with the two of us at a local nightclub, waiting for our friends M and his girlfriend C to turn up.  This was near the end of our nightclubbing phase.  I'd met Pam through clubbing, but once you have a girlfriend, what's the point of going to clubs?  You can't exactly dance with the pretty girls, and for a young guy, the drinks were damn expensive compared to a bottle of Vodka from the local bottle shop.

We'd barely been at the club for five minutes and I was in a filthy mood.  M's girlfriend C wasn't exactly my cup of tea and I really just didn't want to be there.  Pam said something to me; I don't recall exactly what, but I replied in a particularly insensitive way.

She looked at me, clearly hurt.  But I just compounded it by shrugging it off, "like whatever!".  Pam is not one to yell or make a scene.  She simply turned on her heel and stormed out.

I stewed, justifying my behaviour in my head, shaking my head at her "over reaction".

Soon M and C turned up.  "Hey, what's wrong with Pam?" C asked.  "We passed her on our way and she looked majorly pissed off."

I shrugged it off.  "Nothing much.  She'll come round."

"Not too sure about that.  She said she was going home."

Uh oh.  Not good.  Immediately I knew she wouldn't be back. While trying to work out what to do, I downed a few vodka and cokes.  I tried to act like nothing had happened, but it just wasn't the same without Pam there.  The opportunity appeared when a couple of other people we knew turned up. 

"Hey, just going to duck off to see if Pam is OK?" I whispered over the thump-thump of the bass into C's ear.  She smiled and nodded knowingly.

***

On the way home I knew I was in the shit.  It wasn't like me to act like that and I really didn't know why I had.  For some reason a fantasy I'd had since I was about ten years old popped into my head: what if she punished me?  What if she spanked me?  Since before I hit puberty I had fantasised there was a conveyor belt under all the houses in our street.  If you were naughty, you'd be put on the conveyor belt and random women who lived in the street could take you over their knee and spank you.  You might get spanked only once, or many times.  My parents didn't spank, so this was all my fantasy, and it began before I knew anything about sex.

When I arrived back at our unit, my heart was racing. I couldn't really ask her to spank me, could I?  She might think it was weird?  Or she might do it?  Which was worse?  And would she even talk to me? 

The unit was dark and quiet.  I went upstairs to our bedroom and found Pam was lying face up in bed, still as a statue.  I changed into bed clothes and laid down beside her.

"Are you mad?" I whispered.

"Yes." Stone cold.

Perhaps it was the three vodkas peaking in my bloodstream, perhaps it was my deep need for atonement, perhaps it was just time?

I rolled over, lying on top of her, just looking down at her.  She kept staring at the windows and did not make eye contact.  Even in the dark I could see she had been crying.

"You're really mad, aren't you?"

"Yes."

I paused.  This was it - now or never.  "Have I been naughty?"

"Yes."  Still stone cold, monosyllabic.

"What happens to naughty boys?"

Instantly she met my gaze.  "They get spanked."

I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry.  "How do they get spanked?"

"Hard."

She was staring intently at me now, curious, but with purpose. 

"Would you like to spank me?

"Yes."

I was in a daze.  I couldn't believe it.  She had answered just like in some of those spanking stories I'd read on the early Internet.  I was shaking. 

What next?  I'd never actually been spanked.  "Should I lie over your lap?"

"Do it now," she replied, the first hint of assertiveness.

Pam sat up and I shuffled over to her side.

"Take your pants down."

I slid my boxers down and lay bare bottomed over her lap.

Her hand came down at once, and again.  That first spanking, though not as long as I am spanked today, was firm and thorough.  She did not talk, she spanked.  I squirmed, but there was no avoiding her discipline. Scolding and firmer measures would come later, but Pam was a natural. 

Finally, she was done.  "Get up."

I crawled off her lap, rubbing my stinging bottom.  We laid down together; she looked me in the eyes, seeing if I was OK.  I hugged her.

"Sorry," I said.  "Really sorry."  And I was, more genuinely sorry than ever before in my life.  Gratitude swept over me.  I'd craved this feeling for so long.  Atonement via a sore bottom.  I hugged her tight, then kissed her.  We made love.

***

Next morning we woke late.  Sunlight filtered in through the curtains.  We slowly roused, Pam spooned behind me.  I rolled over on my back.  We made small talk, what we were going to do today.

Then Pam met my gaze.  "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yes," I replied, feeling colour rise in my face.  "Did it make you feel better?"

"Yes it did."

"So you're not upset anymore?"

"Still a little, to be honest."

"Then you should do it again."

"Nah, it's OK.  I'll be fine."

"I'm serious."

"My hand got sore.  I couldn't give you as much as you deserved."

"Really?  I could get my hairbrush if you want?  I don't want you still to be mad."

She looked at me curiously.  "Go get it now."

I scampered off to the bathroom.  My brush was fairly small, but made of a strange blue plastic - hard and unforgiving.  I would soon learn it was a nasty thing to be spanked with, worse than a wooden hairbrush.  But I deserved this spanking and in hindsight I'm glad Pam got such an effective little brush as her first implement.  It set the tone for the lessons to come.

When I returned to the bedroom, Pam was sitting up, legs out.  She patted her thigh then held out her hand.  After handing over the brush and slipping my boxers off, I climbed over her waiting lap.

This was a second spanking to remember.  Firstly, I received a hand spanking like the night before, followed by a lengthy hairbrushing.  The hard plastic struck a small area and felt like a thousand bee stings on one spot.  Soon I was begging and pleading, but Pam kept spanking.  Her anger of the night before flowed, turning my bottom a deep red.  I would feel this lesson for days to come.

When it was over we hugged. I felt the same closeness as the night before. 

"Are you still angry?" I asked - this time hopeful she would say no.  Though I would have gone back over her lap if she demanded, my bottom burned.

"Is your bottom sore?"

"Very sore."

She smiled.  "I'm good now.  You really deserved that."

"I know.  Thank you."

We laid down, her head on my chest again, stroking me lightly with her hand.  After a while, she asked, "You like it, don't you?"

How did I answer that?  How did I express that it burned beyond anything I had felt before, that it made me feel genuinely sorry and close to her, but that at some deep level, I did like it.  I had been almost in tears, but my erection whilst over her lap showed that on some level it was erotic too.

"It hurt a lot... but yeah; I guess."

There was silence while that sank in, for both us.

"You should do it whenever I deserve it," I offered.

She smiled.  "I will," she said, then laughed.  "You're going to have a sore bum."

About Pam

I've known my wife Pam for nearly 20 years.  She is a wonderful, attractive woman, and I'm very very lucky to have her as my wife.  I received my first spanking less than a year into our relationship, and there have been many, many more since.  For guys out there who cannot find a woman who will spank them, you must (and probably should) be extremely jealous.

When Pam spanks, she spanks long and she spanks hard.  I've never had to tell her to give me more - it comes naturally.  Right from the first spankings, sitting down has been difficult afterwards.  In real life, she is a school teacher, but even before taking up this "dream" calling (for a spanko) she spanked hard.

When Pam announces I'm to be spanked, I am genuinely nervous.  There is an erotic element, but it really does hurt a lot :)  Normally her spankings have some kind of sexual element, but some of my more memorable spankings over the years have been for real infractions, or as warnings to behave.

I'll spill more details later... but for now I'll let slip that she uses her hand (always) and nearly always an implement (hairbrush/wooden spoon usually).  But over the years she's used paddles, crops, rulers, and a cane as well.

Lucky me :)

Not Pam, but looks about as strict and is also a teacher :)

Intro

Welcome!

This is my first post in my first ever blog.  I'm sure it will take some time to get the hang of blogger so apologies for the poor design work.  This blog is going to be a collection of F/M spanking stories, thoughts, etc.  I have permission from my wife to write it and I'm sure she will drop in to read some of the stories (hi honey - and yes I won't reveal anything too personal or anything that reveals who we are).  Never know, she might even post here.

I am not even sure at this stage whether other people will drop by, but I'm sure some other people will enjoy the stories and this is the Internet after all.  Enjoy your stay and please comment if you like the stories (all authors love feedback).