I found a nice spanking story and got premission from the author to post it.
Punished Wife by Victoria Wood:
Val was sitting on the bed reading in her nightgown, dreading the sound of footsteps on the stairs. She had been a very bad girl, and her husband was no doubt going to spank her bare bottom until she could barely sit down. She would cry and cry, but he would show no mercy. He was strict and never let her off the hook. But he was sexy and powerful and charismatic and wealthy – and she loved him. There is no way she would ever give him up, even if it meant a lifetime of punishment. She would just have to learn to behave herself better than she had for the last two years.
Michael entered the room and saw his beautiful wife sitting on the bed, but he was not moved. She had disobeyed him and was in serious trouble. Pretty soon, he would have her over his knee, watching her sweet white bottom turning crimson, as she cried and pleaded and squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from the hairbrush or the paddle or the belt. He hadn’t quite decided. But one thing was clear. She needed to be taught a serious lesson. Why did she have such a hard time understanding who was boss in their marriage?
“Get up and take off your nightgown.” When she heard the commanding tone in his voice, Val knew not to disobey. She felt fear and dread in the pit of her stomach. She did as she was told.
Michael positioned the “spanking chair” in the middle of the room. “Come here.” When she approached him, he placed his hand under her chin and said, “I don’t like having to hurt you, Val. But when you disobey me, you really leave me no choice.” Michael was lying. He actually enjoyed punishing Val. He loved the power of it. He loved seeing her will break and the plaintive way she looked at him, and how she was always so much better behaved after a spanking, as if trying to work her way back into his good graces.
“Go get the hairbrush paddle.” Val’s stomach bolted. The hairbrush was one of the most dreaded implements in the arsenal. At least he didn’t say “the cane.” “Did you hear me?” he barked. “Yes, sir.”
Val’s eyes filled with tears, as she made her way across the room, opened the drawer, and removed the wooden hairbrush paddle. How could something so small hurt so very, very much? She had had many sessions with the hairbrush and at that moment would have done anything to get out of her punishment. She was doomed.
When she returned to the chair, Michael grabbed her arm and quickly pulled her across his knee. Val panicked. “NO!” she screamed, as she quickly rolled off his lap. She tried to scramble across the carpet, half crawling, but Michael was on top of her immediately. He grabbed her by the arm and roughly yanked her to her feet. His hands quickly went to his belt buckle.
Val burst into tears. “Please not the belt, Michael. I’m sorry! I just don’t want another spanking.” “Well you should have thought of that before, missy.” Val was transfixed by the sight of Michael unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling it through the belt loops – and by the familiar sound the leather strap made as it came off. She whimpered but knew she was in for it.
“You know better than to try to avoid a punishment, don’t you Val?” “Yes, sir,” she sniffled. “Get over the bed. Now.” Val did as she was told, sticking her bottom out for punishment. But Michael was angry. He was sick and tired of having his authority challenged. Plus he didn’t want to give the girl any warm-up on her bottom before her paddling. So he doubled up the belt, grabbed Val’s arm, and laid the belt down hard, right across the back of her thighs. She screamed. She screamed and tried to pull away. But Michael had her in a death grip, and he whipped her thighs over and over – about ten times in all. Val was sobbing. It hurt so badly, she could barely stand it. She knew from experience that welts were already forming. Oh! No shorts for a while, she thought to herself.
Michael knew he should make her get back in position and submit to the belt without being held, but he was eager to put her over his knee. He’d make up for his leniency with the hairbrush, he rationalized.
He returned to the spanking chair and called her over. Sniffling, Val inched her way across the room. “Over my knee, young lady. Now!” As Val complied, she felt Michael’s strong arm pulling her tight, making sure there was no way to escape. She knew what she was in for and started crying anew.
Whack, whack, whack, whack. The vicious hairbrush came down hard on the meat of her bottom, and Val cried out in pain. “Michael, please! Please stop! I can’t take it! Please!” She knew it was pointless, but she always had to try. Michael peppered her bottom with the hairbrush. As the pain intensified, Val started to buck and wiggle and squirm on his lap, trying desperately to get her bottom out of the way of the brush. She hated being spanked and would have done anything to stop the punishment. Anything.
It was a pointless endeavor, but one that never ceased to please Michael, who took it as an invitation to spank the girl harder and harder. “Where do you think you’re going, Val?” Michael asked with a snicker. Val was sobbing at this point, and her bottom was quickly turning a dark shade of red. She began to kick her legs frantically, unable to beg anymore, due to the racking sobs. As the kicking continued, Michael applied the wooden brush to the backs of her legs, eliciting the most guttural noises he had probably ever heard come out of her mouth. This was a serious punishment. Probably up there with the last time he used the cane on her. He knew that she lived in fear of a replay of that session, yet for some reason, she still had the nerve to disobey him.
Michael continued spanking Val, applying the hairbrush long and hard over every square inch of her bottom and upper thighs. At some point, she stopped resisting and just absorbed the blows, chest heaving with sobs, carpet soaked with tears. When the poor girl’s bottom was thoroughly blistered and bruised, Michael finally let up. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” “Y-y-yes,” she hiccupped through her tears. “Are you going to disobey me again?” “N-n-no, sir. I’ll be good. I promise,” she somehow managed to reply.
On that note, Michael let her up. Val staggered back, trying to regain her equilibrium, and Michael grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He held her body against his and let her cry it all out, cradled in his strong arms.
Then he sent her downstairs to make his dinner, wearing a short t-shirt, but no bottoms.
December 10th, 2006 at 11:02 am
WOW… that is one hot story… it describes perfectly how even those of us who truly love spanking, HATE punishment spankings with everything in us, yet need them just the same…
Hugs,
Tiggs
October 15th, 2010 at 2:43 pm
I knew a tiggr once in Oklahoma. She was something special.