Thursday, July 03, 2014

The No-Panties Day

© Guyspencer 2014

The No-Panties Day

They were a young couple.  Their marriage was still in its formative stage, so they weren’t yet trying for children.  With no big responsibilities, their life was still mostly about “them”.  Except when Ed was working, they spent their time doing things together.  As with many young couples, sex was frequent and good!  Because of the marriage style they had chosen, they had few disagreements.  The few issues they had were quickly solved and put behind them. 

They had decided that theirs would be an “old fashioned” marriage, but they were still working out exactly what that meant.  Two things they had decided for sure, Ed was to be both the breadwinner and the undisputed head of the family.  The couple accepted the restraints of a one-paycheck budget in favor of togetherness and simplicity.  So Ed worked all day, while Mary’s job was to manage everything else in their lives to allow the maximum free time together.  Mary’s role included not only purely domestic tasks, but also responsibility for managing their bills, banking and budget.  Unfortunately, Mary had a little problem with organization, so she didn’t always do those jobs well. 

Nobody’s doormat, Mary was a woman with a mind of her own, and a person with no spanking in her upbringing.  Thus she had surprised herself when she had consented to specifically grant spanking privileges to her (then) fiancé as part of their “old fashioned” marriage.  After all, why call her husband the “head of the household” if he had no authority to enforce his wishes?

Mary’s parents would be shocked to discover that Ed sometimes spanked their darling, which was exactly why they didn’t know.  This was strictly a private matter between Mary and her spouse.

For his part, Ed had promised he would always be fair, never be a tyrant, and would always consider Mary’s side of every story.  And then, should he deem it necessary to punish, he would always do so with love and with restraint.  Mutual forgiveness would always follow punishment, as surely as night follows day.

For her part, Mary had agreed to always accept Ed’s final judgement, and to accept any punishment with grace and obedience.   


The morning started like any other workday morning.  After the alarm clock’s din, they enjoyed a few precious minutes lazing together in bed exchanging kisses, cuddles, gropes and morning greetings.  Ed was in full bloom, so this day would have started with sex had there been time.  But they reluctantly rolled out of bed.  While Ed showered and dressed for work, Mary threw a housecoat over her undies and prepared breakfast for two. 

Breakfast was almost over when, unsure of the date, Ed casually asked about an upcoming doctor’s appointment.  Mary kept that information in a little book, so she went to retrieve it from her purse.  As she opened her purse, she paused, squeaked as if she had seen a mouse, and then said feelingly, “O Shit!”

Ed had no trouble telling from the tone of her voice that this was something serious.  Walking like a tearful zombie, Mary carried her open purse to the table and sat heavily.  She spoke with a sob, “Honey, I’ve screwed up.  Screwed up bad!”  

Concern in his voice,  Ed asked, “What is it Sweetheart?”

“The bank deposit,” she wailed.  “I mailed the checks, but the deposit to fund them is still in my purse.  I’m so sorry Ed!”

Ed bit back a frustrated rant.  He paused, forcing himself to sip coffee and to think before speaking.

Working hard to keep his voice level, Ed asked when she had mailed the checks.  She replied that it had been three days ago, time enough for some to have reached the bank.  They agreed that she would go to the bank first thing this morning, make an immediate deposit, and then make good any checks that had bounced.  They would talk at lunchtime.  She would tell him how bad the “damage” was.

Tearfully she waited, knowing that there would be more to this conversation.

He stood, took her in his arms, and then spoke in a mild, almost friendly voice, “This has happened before, hasn’t it Mary?”

Sadly, she nodded.

“And we agreed on the consequences should this ever happen again, didn’t we?”

Again, she nodded.

“Tell me what we agreed on.”

She looked at him beseechingly, but saw firmness in his eyes.  Reluctantly she spoke, “We agreed on a spanking.”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her questioningly.  She knew he was demanding she say more, so with even greater reluctance she added more information, “...a hard spanking.  One that you said I would remember for a long time.” 

Satisfied with her answer, his face softened, “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait though.  It wouldn’t be fair to spank you until we know the extent of the financial damage.  Besides, I need to leave for work so there’s no time.”

He gave her a hug and a kiss, which she returned to show that there were no hard feelings between them.

“One last thing though,” he said.  “I think this calls for a No-Panties Day, just to keep your mind on track.”

To be honest, walking around all day sans panties would do the opposite of focusing Mary’s mind, but this wasn’t the time for argument.  

A “No-Panties Day” was something that Ed had used before as a mild punishment.  Exactly as the name implies, Mary would be forbidden to wear panties.  She would “go commando” all day.  She hated it because the odd feeling of having no panties was a constant distraction. 

“Yes sir,” she said, and stepped back slightly from him so that he had room to unbutton her housecoat.  Actually, Mary’s emotions regarding “No-Panties Day” were so complex that she didn’t totally understand them herself.  On one level, Mary found it embarrassing and mildly humiliating.  That part was easy to understand!  But on the other hand, Mary found being forced to go without panties to be hugely arousing.  Today was no exception.  Ed hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her dainty panties and slipped then down.  Even before her panties hit her ankles, Mary felt herself moisten.  From previous experience, she knew that she would spend this No-Panties Day squirmingly horny. 

Obediently, Mary stepped out of her panties.   It would be easy to “cheat”.  There was nothing to stop her from simply putting them back on the moment Ed left for work, but that would be disobedience.  Mary had agreed that Ed would be the head of their household, so she obeyed him.

Before kissing her goodbye and leaving for work, Ed instructed her to prepare a meal that could safely simmer without attention, and to set the table for supper early in the afternoon.  “We’ll deal with your spanking before supper.  You’ll likely do corner time before I arrive home, so get everything done early.”

“Yes sir,” she agreed, and then apologized once again.  Then, following a passionate kiss and embrace, Ed reluctantly left for work, leaving Mary standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a bra and an open robe.


As part of the simple lifestyle that Ed and Mary aspired to, they had only a single car.  Since Ed normally drove to work, Mary rode a bicycle.  This wasn’t nearly as inconvenient as it might sound.  They lived in the French quarter of historic and picturesque Charleston South Carolina.  The streets were tight and often one-way.  Further, tourists often  jammed the roads and clogged the parking spots.  But because everything was close, the bicycle was perfect for quickly negotiating the crowded streets. 

Riding a bicycle with a skirt is always dangerous, but far more so without panties!  So Mary donned a top and pulled a tight pair of jeans over her bare bottom before leaving for the bank.  Walking out the door, she immediately felt a rude but tantalizing friction in her most intimate place.  The padded gusset of her panties usually protected her from the rough inseam of those jeans, but today she wasn’t allowed panties.  She knew from experience that peddling her bike would cause even more friction.  Fortunately, being aroused wasn’t all bad, and nobody would know but her.

She rode her bike to the bank, locked it, and then waited the last few minutes until the doors opened at nine.  Inside, she found mixed news.  Only three of her checks had reached the bank, all from local utilities.  There had been sufficient funds for the telephone bill, but unfortunately the power and gas checks had been returned due to insufficient funds. 

Her heart pounding in frustration, and her bottom cringing in unhappy anticipation of her future punishment, Mary made her deposit and then drew out cash so that she could settle her power and gas bills in person.   Unfortunately, the bank’s non-sufficient fund fee was $35.00 per item.  So Mary’s carelessness had cost the couple $70.00.

Then she pedaled to the gas company office where she settled their bill with cash.  Their “bounced-check” charge was $15.00, but Mary convinced them to waive it.  Unfortunately she had no such luck at the power company office, where they zapped her $20.00 for her bad check.  Mary and Ed were now out a total of $90.00, plus receiving “black marks” on their credit history that could be expensive in the future.  Now Mary knew that she was in major trouble indeed with Ed.   

Her business done, she parked her bike at a sidewalk café that was nearly in the shadow of the imposing steeple of the historic St. Philips Episcopal Church.  As she ordered coffee, she idly watched the tourist trolleys parade by, each with its load of camera-wielding gawkers.  Other tourists clogged the sidewalk.  As usual, some stopped to inspect Mary’s unusual bicycle as if it were a museum exhibit.  Mary’s bike, a Dutch cargo bicycle, was a throwback to another age.  Bulky and solid, it was just the thing for fetching groceries home from the supermarket, and eventually (she hoped and dreamed) safely carrying her future children to their future school.

Normally Mary would take the opportunity to converse with the tourists drawn to her bike, and perhaps even invite them to sit, but today she was lost in her own thoughts.  The delicious coffee and tranquil setting of this café were a frequent part of her morning routine, but Mary found no solace here today.  The only good thing was that sitting still, without the unpadded friction from those jeans, it was easy to forget her pantyless condition.  That’s when the thought hit her that this hard chair would best be avoided tomorrow, along with her bicycle seat. 

Mary wasn’t spanked often, but usually Ed used only his hand on her bare bottom.  Only once before had Ed used the hairbrush on her, but she glumly predicted that today would be her second episode with the brush.  After all, Ed had promised her a “memorable” spanking.

In a welcome distraction, Mary’s mind turned away from her predicament and towards supper.  Whilst finishing her coffee, she decided on a supper that would meet Ed’s “unattended simmer” specification, a new England boiled dinner.  She pulled out her shopping list to add the necessary ingredients, corned beef and assorted vegetables.  While she was at it, she planned meals for the next two days.  With the sore bottom she expected to have after this evening, she would certainly want to avoid bicycle rides, so she would buy groceries ahead.

Anyone watching Mary working at that little café table would see a young, beautiful, self-assured, independent woman.  Nobody would have guessed that before the day was over this woman expected to be naked, kicking and howling, whilst her husband spanked her delectable bottom until it was sore and red.       

Her cup empty, Mary climbed aboard her bicycle and peddled towards the supermarket.  Almost immediately, that persistent friction started again, as did her arousal.  She hoped that nobody would guess why she peddled with her knees so wide apart.  She had discovered that position reduced the friction somewhat, while simultaneously airing out a certain damp spot.  Even her breasts betrayed her; her nipples became hard and tingly under the padding of her bra.

Not anxious to go home, she took her time in the cool market.  When she finally checked out, her bike easily held her four shopping bags full of groceries.  It was less than a mile, so she was home long before that dreaded lunchtime phone call from Ed. 

She spent the rest of the morning cutting vegetables and preparing the boiled dinner.  As with her shopping, she tarried over this task because it offered welcome distraction from her situation.  All too soon, her dinner prep work was done.  It was too soon for cooking, so there was nothing to do but put the ingredients in the refrigerator and then sit in dread of the phone’s ring.


At his desk, Ed looked businesslike and productive.  But it was mostly show.  His mind was more on Mary than on business.  Trying to be fair, he racked his brain for some reason to not spank Mary.  He couldn’t find one!  There were absolutely no mitigating circumstances.  Mary had been negligent and forgetful and that’s all there was to it.  Still, he looked at the situation from all angles to ensure that he was being totally fair.  Finally he decided that there was no alternative.  Mary must be spanked.

That decision irrevocably made, he was glad for the cover provided by his desk, because he felt himself get hard!   

Since he and Mary had shared a delicious sex since their marriage, Ed thought that he knew all that was important about sex.  Similarly, since he had spanked his wife several times and those spankings had made their marriage stronger, he thought he knew all that was important about spanking.  However, since Ed believed that sex and spanking were supposed to be two totally separate and unrelated subjects, he still had much to learn.

Ed had a secret, although it was poorly kept from his wife.  You see, like his wife, Ed had rather “complicated” feelings about spanking.  To the point of self-denial, he tried to keep his feelings secret.  The simple fact was, the idea of spanking his beautiful wife was highly arousing to Ed.  As with Mary, this sexual connection with spanking was a source of guilt for him and was a source of embarrassment because when he spanked Mary, an erection was both inevitable and obvious.  He sometimes suspected that Mary had similar feelings, but her arousal was less obvious.

He checked the clock.  It was finally noon.  Delaying lunch, he looked around carefully.  Assured that his call would be sufficiently private, he dialed home.

The phone finally rang.  Mary jumped.  She knew it was Ed, and knew why he was calling.  So she didn’t sugarcoat it, she unloaded the whole truth in one long breath.  Two checks had bounced, nearly one hundred dollars in extra charges, and unknown damage to their credit record.  It was probably what he had expected, so he took the news with grace.  She apologized, but finished with, “I know my bottom is in big trouble.  I’ll take my punishment as gracefully as possible, and I’ll only blame myself”.

Ed was relieved to hear that, but didn’t let it show in his voice, “I still need time to think about your punishment to ensure I’m doing the right thing.  Expect to serve corner time before I come home, so be sure to have supper prepared early.  I’ll call you during my mid-afternoon break with my decision and instructions.”

Under the circumstances, they ended the conversation as upbeat as possible, with mutual statements of “I love you” and with one last apology from Mary.               

It unfortunately took Mary only a few minutes to dump the vegetables, meat and spices into a pot of water.  With supper heating up on the stove, there was little for Mary to do but think of her upcoming punishment.

With supper cooking, Mary would have nothing for the next two hours to distract her mind from her problems.  She found herself obsessing.  She wondered how long she would be in the corner.   This wouldn’t be the first time that Ed had given her unsupervised corner time.  Yes, she knew that she could “cheat” by simply scurrying into her corner the moment she heard Ed’s car arrive and then pretending she had been there the whole time, but it was the same concept as with her panties.  She had agreed to obey her man and to accept his discipline, so obey she would!

Mary truly hated the prospect of a long solitary corner time, but her attitude about her actual spanking was far more complicated and confusing.  The truth was, she honestly hated the pain of a spanking, so she did whatever she could to avoid them.  But at the same time, the concept of having her man take charge of her and then spank her bare bottom never failed to make her hot!  Mary tried to hide these sexual feelings, and she certainly didn’t discuss them with Ed!  That said, it was clear to her that Ed, at some level, was also turned on by spanking her.  When she went across his lap, she always felt his hardness.  Also, after any spanking they were always in bed moments after her tears stopped! 

Some day in the future, Mary would stumble across a spanking site on the Internet and the penny would drop for her.  With her new understanding she would eventually lose the need to hide her feelings.  However, that liberating day was still in her future.

Mary had shucked those irritating jeans soon after arriving home.  Along with it went her top.  Since she wasn’t allowed panties, that left her wearing only a bra.  Losing the pants had eliminated their arousing physical irritation, but that wasn’t the only source of Mary’s arousal.  She found herself picturing her own naked body thrashing across Ed’s lap.  As she did, she felt an itch “down there”, so she rubbed it without conscious thought.  

Belatedly realizing what she was doing, Mary guiltily withdrew her hand.  Minutes later, on its own, that same hand drifted down to land on that same place. Again, Mary quickly withdrew it, but this time it was too late.  Mary was fully aroused, and there was no turning back.  She had been forbidden to wear panties, but nothing had been said about pleasuring herself.

So she made herself comfortable on their bed and took the time to do the job properly.  In fact, she did it twice!  Two shuddering, groaning, sweating climaxes.  The whole time she was pleasuring herself, she imagined her own bottom wriggling and bouncing across Ed’s knee whilst he spanked it bright red.   

Mary stood on shaky legs to straighten out the tangled sheets and then showered to cleanse the residue from her earlier bike ride, as well as from that “special” ride she had just taken on her bed.

She donned a robe, checked supper, and then set the table.  Then all Mary had to do was worry whilst she waited for Ed’s next phone call.


Mary wasn’t the only person preoccupied with thoughts of her coming spanking.  All day long, Ed had trouble keeping his mind on business.  He had honestly tried to think up some logical excuse to let Mary off with just a perfunctory spanking, but after hearing that checks had actually bounced due to Mary negligence, that simply wasn’t possible.  So he had to decide on her corner time and then the big decision; should he use the hairbrush? 

While he secretly enjoyed spanking Mary, his fantasies didn’t include really hurting the woman that he loved.  So he received no additional thrill from spanking her with the hairbrush.  The one time he had done it before, he had acquitted himself well, but both of them had truly hated it.
In the end, he had decided that there was really no decision to make.  He had promised Mary a “memorable” spanking if this ever happened again, and it HAD happened again.  So there was no avoiding it.  Knowing that there were bounced checks, almost one hundred dollars in penalties, plus damage to their credit record, there was really only one thing to do.  To preserve his credibility, Mary not only needed to be spanked, but she had truly earned a session with the hairbrush.  Further, that punishment should be preceded by corner time. 

It was 2:30 PM, break time.  Ed wanted this next conversation with Mary to be truly private, so he walked into the back of his employer’s warehouse where there was a seldom-used phone.  His heart beating furiously, he dialed Mary.     


Mary jumped when the phone rang and then felt instant butterflies in her stomach.  She guessed that it was Ed, but part of her hoped that it was a wrong number. 

Sure enough, it was Ed.  He started out by telling her how much he loved her, she responded in kind, and then they lapsed into an awkward silence. 

She decided to help, “I know this is about my punishment honey, and it’s really OK.  I’ve got all the supper preparation done, and I’m ready for your orders Sir.”

He gulped, “Yes sweetheart, that’s right.  This is really hard for me, but there’s no way out.”

“I know”, she replied, “I have no excuse, and we agreed to this.  I deserve my punishment, so don’t hold back.”

He looked around the warehouse to ensure privacy, “Make the usual preparations as soon as you hang up.  At four o’clock I want you naked with your nose in the corner.  Don’t move until I arrive home and use that corner time to think about why you are there and why you are to be punished.  Understand?”

She spoke without rancor, “Yes Sir.”    

“And Honey?”

“Yes sir.”

He swallowed, “We’ll need your hairbrush.  Take it into the corner with you and hold it the entire time.”

He heard her gasp, but then she answered, “Fair enough sir.  I don’t blame you.”

She couldn’t hide the tears in her voice as they signed off, but they finished their conversation on a mutually loving note.

“The hairbrush”, she thought as she tearfully hung up the phone, “Damn!”  However, she consoled herself.  The corner time could have been much worse.  At least it wouldn’t start until four.  He could have made her start right now!


It was almost ninety minutes before Mary would have to put herself into the corner, and she would much rather have delayed arranging the room for her spanking.  But Ed had said to do it now, so she obeyed.  

They lived in a garage apartment in the rear of a large house that had also been converted to apartments.  What their apartment lacked in style and luxury, it gained in privacy.  Surrounded by bushes, their little building was as secluded as one could hope for in this dense urban area.  They  had the entire backyard to themselves, so Mary had little fear of anyone hearing her spanking.  The apartment was all one space except for the bedroom and bath.  To prepare the apartment, all she needed do was close the windows and curtains, and then pull a chair out from their tiny dinette. 

Now she would have to look at that damn chair until four o’clock!  Shortly after Ed arrived home from work, that chair would simultaneously serve as Ed’s throne and Mary’s pillory.  Until then, its presence would serve as a constant reminder of Mary’s impending punishment.  As if she needed a reminder!

The time dragged, yet paradoxically four o’clock seemed to approach much too quickly.  At ten minutes till, Mary checked the simmering dinner one last time, and then visited the bathroom for one last pee.  Finally Marry shucked off her robe, picked up her hairbrush, and then put her naked body into the corner.

Ed got off work at five, but it took him about twenty minutes to drive home through the thick Charleston traffic.  So she would be stuck in that corner for some eighty minutes.  It was hell.  The time dragged.  She had time to think about why she was there, she had time to feel sorry for herself and cry a bit, and she even had time to think about her spanking and get horny.   

Standing in one place that long is harder than you might imagine.  Her feet hurt.  She pranced to keep circulation in her legs.  Even the hairbrush seemed to get progressively heavier.  She switched it from one hand to the other.  Poor Mary had no idea of the time.  She was supposed to keep her nose in the corner, so she had turned the clock around so she wouldn’t be tempted to peek at it.  The quiet of the room didn’t help.  Even the constant city sounds could barely be heard in the tight little building.  Time slowed to a stop. 

She jumped when she heard a key at the door, and suddenly she was assailed by a million competing emotions, there was relief that her corner time was nearly done, balanced by trepidation at her imminent spanking.  She felt herself getting damp “down there”, at the same time that her belly seemingly filled with butterflies.  Naturally, she felt the usual joy of her husband’s arrival, but she also felt shame for disappointing him, and shame for what was about to happen.

At least the worst part of her no-panties day would soon be over.

It was too all much for the lady.  Tears flowed.


As he entered the apartment, Ed was nervous and embarrassingly aroused.  Supper smelled delicious, but he barely noticed.  One glimpse of the rear end of Mary, who was obediently standing in her corner, made him nearly lose his breath.  Mary was 22, but she was still often mistaken for a teen, and still routinely carded when she bought alcohol.  From this angle you would see that she was slim, with perfect skin, with a tiny waist, and with rounded hips and a perfect bottom.  You might notice that her thighs were upholstered, but without even a hint of excess fat.

By happenstance, a light beam from a crack in the curtain kissed Mary almost exactly in her rear divide.  Most of Mary was nicely tanned, but the modest bikini bathing suit she favored left her bottom untouched by the sun, and thus pure white.  Now the combination of that sun beam and her nether tan line combined to make her bottom glow fetchingly.   While enjoying the sight, it occurred to Ed that Mary’s bottom would soon sport a very different glow. 
He noticed that Mary’s shoulders were shaking slightly.  As he glided closer, attracted like a moth to light, he heard faint sobs.  He embraced her from behind, and kissed the back of her neck.  He spoke soothingly, assuring her of his love, and complimented her for her obedience.  Then he released her and invited her to turn around. 

They kissed hard, and then embraced again.  Finally he stood back a bit and they regarded each other awkwardly.  She had a gift for defusing these situations, which she used now.

She offered him the hairbrush, “I’m so sorry Ed for what I did, but I’m ready for my punishment Sir, and I promise to learn from it”.

With a lump in his throat, he accepted the proffered hairbrush.  He barely trusted himself to speak, but he croaked it out, “I promised you ‘a memorable spanking,’ I must deliver now or my word means nothing.”

“I know,” she said softly.

Moving purposely, he laid the hairbrush on the floor next to the chair, and then divested himself of shoes, tie and shirt, retaining his t-shirt, pants and stockings.  Their costumes, him mostly dressed yet her totally nude, sharply defined their roles in the corporal drama that was to follow.

He sat in the chair.  Automatically, Mary came to stand before him.  He looked up at her, “Is there anything you want to say before we start?”

She answered in an emotion-filled voice: “Only that I have no excuse, and that I’m sorry for the damage I caused, and that I’ve learned from my error.  From now on, I won’t delay taking a deposit to the bank, and I won’t mail any check until I’m certain it is funded.”

Happy and proud at her answer, he smiled, “That’s a good enough answer to save you from the lecture I had planned.”

He paused, and then swallowed before continuing, “But I’m afraid nothing will save your bottom.”

Relieved that she was at least spared the lecture, Mary nodded solemnly, “I understand.  I’m ready for my punishment Sir.”

He wrapped his arms around her hips, gave her a lingering hug, and then planted a kiss on her taut belly.  As he did, he caught a distinct whiff of her arousal, which helped him feel less guilty about his own condition.  Hands on her hips, he guided her to his right side, and then helped her over his lap.

Mary found herself looking down at the hardwood floor, and at the hairbrush!  She quickly guessed that Ed’s placement of that implement had been no accident.  She would be forced to look at it as she received the first part of her spanking, which would be with his hand.

Intending to properly “warm up” her bottom, he started with spanks that barely stung.  To her confusion, she actually found herself enjoying the sensation.  She wiggled her bottom in appreciation.  Perhaps fortunately, Ed misinterpreted the movement, thinking that she was showing the first signs of distress. 

Ed still had a lot to learn.          

When her bottom cheeks finally showed color, Ed gradually moved his target area down, carefully marking the entire territory he intended to spank.  He lingered on the area that he would later know as her “sit spots”, and than spanked his way down the back of her legs almost to her knees.  Then he carefully spanked her right hip, and then slid her out a bit on his lap so that he could reach her left hip.

Then he started back at the top of her buttocks to repeat the entire process, only spanking faster and harder this time. 

Her emotions already fragile, this second assault was plenty sufficient to push Mary over the edge. In obedience to a silent vow, she didn’t beg, but she sobbed loudly and kicked her feet like a swimmer.   

Naturally the sting was rapidly building in her behind, but Mary was surprised at how uncomfortable her head felt!  Her nose almost immediately filled with mucus, making her gasp for air, and her sinuses felt full.  Her face was bright red from the face-down position, and her eyes burned from brimming tears.  And always, swimming in her distorted vision, was that damn hairbrush!  The brush served as a reminder that this was merely the preliminaries.  The future didn’t bode well for her bottom!

Ed was having his own problems.  The sight of Mary’s quickly reddening, roiling and bouncing buns was so erotically stimulating that Ed was having trouble reminding himself that he was supposed to be delivering a real punishment.  Also, Mary’s increasingly frantic movements were painful to Ed’s engorged manhood.  Besides, Ed honestly wasn’t looking forward to using that hairbrush on his beloved woman.

For the second time, Ed finally completed spanking the entire area from the top of Mary’s bottom crack down almost to her knees, and around both hips.  By now Mary was a complete mess.  But there was still one untouched area to be spanked.  He usually didn’t bother with this, but today was different.

“Open your legs,” he ordered, “Open them wide and keep them open until I tell you different.”

Mary had been afraid that she would hear that order today.  She hated to have the tender insides of her thighs spanked, and had been hoping against the odds that Ed might not spank her there.  As before, she resisted the urge to beg.  But she did allow herself a plaintive groan as she obeyed Ed’s order, exposing her delicious thighs for his corporal attentions.

He started on her left thigh, she shrieked and twisted as he spanked it pink, barely managing to keep from snapping her legs shut.  He took a longer time with her right thigh.  Because of the odd angle, it is difficult to get a good swing, so it takes more spanks to do the job.  When he returned to the already pinkened left thigh with much harder spanks, he twice had to remind her to keep her legs open.  She was almost relieved when he shifted his target area to finish off the other thigh.

That area done, he instructed her to put her legs together, and then he shifted her position so he could throw his right leg across the back of her legs.  From previous, experience, Mary knew that the worst part of her punishment was imminent.  Wisely, she released her iron grip on the chair leg to offer her right hand for restraint.  Steeling himself, Ed secured that hand in the small of her back, raised his right hand high, and then delivered a fusillade of nearly full-strength spanks to Mary’s bottom and sit spots as she thrashed, twisted, wailed and shrieked.   That done, he took a moment to finish off the backs of her thighs with spanks that were only slightly less harsh.      

He paused, giving her time to calm down a bit and to catch her breath.  Both knew that this punishment wasn’t over.  That hairbrush still awaited employment.

He spoke gently to her and rubbed her back.  He released her hand, but kept her over his lap, her legs still restrained.  It took her a moment to calm down and to realize that she was no longer being spanked.  Her hand wandered back towards her livid bottom.  He thought about stopping it, but then decided to grant her that small kindness.  She tentatively explored her throbbing bottom.  As if mocking her, that damn brush remained centered in her swimming vision.

When he was sure that she had calmed down enough to understand him, he spoke, “We’re almost done Sweetheart.  When you’re ready to continue, hand me the hairbrush.  For your own sake, I suggest that you don’t delay long.”

Even in her addled condition, Mary recognized that as good advice.  As bad as her bottom hurt, she knew that it was partially, but temporarily, numb from her recent spanking.  She dreaded the kiss of the hairbrush, but the longer she delayed, and the more she rubbed circulation into her bottom, the more she would feel it.  Her hand gently rubbed her bottom one last time, and then reluctantly reached down for the hairbrush.  With trepidation, she picked it up and handed it over her shoulder.  She felt Ed accept the instrument.  As he did so, he squeezed her hand comfortingly, and then kept it, guiding it back into the small of her back.

He cleared his throat, or perhaps it was a sob, “This will leave your bottom tender for the next few days.  Every time you feel that pain, you are to remember the lesson behind this punishment.  OK?”

She nodded and made an unintelligible sound that he took for agreement.     

“Here goes.”  He raised the wooden brush high and then slammed it into her right buttock.  The mound of flesh flattened, rippled, and then bounced back into its delectable female shape.  Poor Mary bucked, howled, and tried to pull her wrist from his iron grip.

The look on Ed’s face showed determination but no joy as he deliberately waited several moments for the full effects of that first blow to sink in before he added another one, slightly lower on the same buttock.          

After a suitable wait, calculated to maximize their effectiveness, he delivered the same treatment to Mary’s left buttock.  Mary’s cooperation with this part of her punishment was neither possible nor expected.  With each blow she shrieked, struggled and bucked.

And then Ed decided to do Mary a kindness, although it didn’t seem like a kindness to her at the time!  Unwilling to draw out his wife’s punishment any further, he delivered the rest of her hairbrush spanking in one quick devastating flurry.  In another mercy, he spared her thighs, confining his spanks to the meatiest part of her bottom.

Finally it was over.  Mary had been properly spanked.  Glad his grim task was over, and feeling like a bully, Ed shifted immediately to aftercare.  He held her down, caressed her back and her hair and cooed soothing and forgiving words until she finally came to her senses.  Then he carefully helped her to her feet.  He supported her a bit to ensure she was steady, and then released her.  He allowed her a moment to dance and to gently rub her bottom, and then pulled her into a tight hug.  They stood like that for several moments, rocking slightly as she cried into his shoulder and danced a bit in place.

When Ed sat back down, Mary needed no further invitation.  She crawled straight into his lap.  Mary’s previous arousal had long been overwhelmed by the sting in her bottom and the emotional impact of her punishment.  It would take a few minutes to return.  Ed’s interest, and his erection, had similarly deflated during Mary’s spanking.  However, Ed’s arousal now came roaring back.  

As Mary sat in his lap and sobbed on his shoulder, it was all he could to restrain himself from pawing her.  Wisely he held back, trusting that her passion would soon return, and sensing that it would be wrong and possibly counterproductive to try to hurry her.  Finally, she began to show signs of a return of her previous ardor.  He gave her a peck on her cheek, which she returned with an open-mouthed kiss.  Encouraged, he still restrained himself, determined to give her time.   

Mary made her move only a few minutes later.  As if wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss with definite tongue action wasn’t enough to signal her return to arousal, she dropped down on her knees in front of him.  She first massaged his hardness through his pants, and then went for it!  Not satisfied with merely unzipping and fishing out the part that interested her, she undid his belt, unbuttoned and then opened his pants wide.  Obligingly, Ed raised his bottom from the chair.  Taking the hint, Mary rucked down his pants and briefs.  With little joyous cries of discovery, she cupped his pouch and fondled his hardness.

It was now Ed’s turn to squirm and twist as Mary’s tongue flicked his firm glans.  Selfishly though, she quit before triggering an explosion.     

Ed didn’t remember getting naked, nor recall their rushed trip to the bedroom, but the action that followed in their bed was defiantly memorable.   Eventually, the couple would figure out why their best sex always happened immediately after a spanking, but that would be an insight for another day. 


Supper was delicious, albeit late.  After simmering all afternoon, the flavors in that boiled dinner had melded in a way that no quick meal could possibly match.

Wearing a purple robe and sitting high on her pillow-topped dining chair, Mary looked and felt like a Queen.  For the first time since she had discovered that late bank deposit, her face looked totally relaxed.  Her punishment had been difficult, and her bottom would be marked and sore for a few days, but the incident between them was truly over and forgiven.  Rather than divide them, today’s troubles had brought them closer together.

For now, all was again right in Ed and Mary’s world.       

© Guyspencer 2014


Anonymous Anonymous said...

A very well written story, one that I enjoyed thoroughly!

Thanks for the entertainment!

Chick William

4:55 PM, October 27, 2014  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That should teach her proper obedience

6:58 PM, May 12, 2015  

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