Spanked Wives Tell All

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I remember standing alone and experiencing the hot feeling of being on display. Two thoughts permeated in my brain: did anyone see? and does no one care? You can’t,” I cried. “I’d never live it down. My boss would never understand, and my friends would think I was a wimp if they knew Lucille had been spanking me over her knee like a child all these years.” I brewed a pot of coffee and took a cup to Vera, prepared as she’d requested (no need to be boorish, even if she had been a little rude in the manner of her request). I could feel Vera’s eyes on my exposed, blistered bottom as I stood teary eyed at the sink, washing a week’s worth of dirty dishes, and the image was making me rise again. It was very clear my depression, loneliness, and self-pity would no longer be allowed. Were the mother-in-laws protecting there son's or are we reading about another kind of relationship that was veiled in everyday language or perhaps the participants didn't even know what was happening themselve.

I was not pleased by this interruption, nor Vera’s imperious attitude, but I suppose since Lucille left Vera her business, it was only reasonable she would have to spend time with the documents and records in Lucille’s study, at least until she was able to transfer the whole lot to her own apartment. When I completed my writing assignment and signed my name, Vera reviewed it and nodded with satisfaction. While we may all have our own opinions about spanking children, there does come a time when you have to let your children lead their own lives. Unfortunately, some parents never realize that letting go is a part of getting older. We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.”Now, I want you to copy this document in your own handwriting. And your work had better be neat and legible if you do not want me to motivate you further.” With those words, she shoved a second copy of the statement and confession I wrote for Lucille those eight years before, but where the words “Lucille” and “wife” appeared, Vera had amended the wording to read “Vera” and “sister-in-law.” Last night I stayed out rather late at my club, and when I returned home I received the surprise of my married life when my wife handed me the first spanking I received since my boyhood days. In 1913, a Cleveland judge decided it was okay for a father to spank his daughter, age twenty-five, with a shingle, of all things. There was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over.

I was preparing for our fifth date, and my mother told me to let him touch my **. To ask him to hold my ** with one hand and to spank me with the other. Yesterday my wife got the worst spanking in our married life, and that is five years now. She had been toa lunch with some lady friends and drove her car home, but unfortunately for her I was home and could tell she should have phoned me or a taxi instead. After a short while she confessed and admitted that she deserved a spanking. I used her own hairbrush on her bare bottom and I did it long and hard. She soon began crying and begging to be let off, but I continued spanking her until her bottom was crimson red and she was sobbing quietly over my knees. Afterwards we cuddled and I kissed her tears away and told her that loved her so much and would not risk losing her because of drinking and driving, and she promised never to do it again, and soon we were kissing and cuddling and having fantastic ** in the late afternoon. She was even more feminine and tender tah usual and I was very strong and masculine. There is something about spanking a woman's bare A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. I wanted a spanking and I got one before we even got home! It was in the car, pretty soundly then he made me ** him. I felt very submissive.Before spanking I removed my t-short and my bra, and he spanked me again over his lap, holding my ** with one hand. He inserted his ** deep inside it. It was a little bit unpleasant; nobody else haven't ever done it before; it was my first time to feel man's ** in my **. Now!” Vera demanded, “or this little incriminating document may find its way to an ad in the evening paper.”

According to a published report, police chief “Big Bill” Devery arrived at the ball and gave a speech. He said that he agreed with everything the magistrate ever said, except he did not agree with giving girls spankings:That remark stung, probably because it was so true. In my depressed state, I had done no housework since a few days before Lucille’s demise, and the house had reached a condition that would certainly have earned me a very severe paddling over Lucille’s knee if I ever let it get even a tenth as sloppy while she was still alive. The whole experience was confusing and weird and embarrassing but it also turned me on in a way and a small part of me is hoping that he maintains this attitude and dominance because I kind of really liked him putting me over his knee and punishing me. Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom. Years later he said I needed a spanking in jest, I said okay. I guess I wanted it again. He told me if I got it, it would be real and very sound and I agreed. I spoke to him throughout the day and he confirmed that I wanted this. I said I did but taunted him saying I didn't believe he'd follow through. When he came home he bared me and spanked the daylights out me! He really gave me the spanking of my life. My husband got really upset with me after almost ten years of marriage. I had been being b***hy for a long time and just kind of obstinate and not nice. Again this went on and off for a couple of years. He finally swatted my ** and took me upstairs telling me he was spanking me. I have no idea why but I went quietly. I went over his lap and was spanked on my bare bottom very soundly!

I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter.In Chicago, 1915, twenty-one-year-old Mary McDermott mouthed off to a policeman and was arrested. When she and her mother stood before the judge, he said, “I’ll forgive your daughter if you’ll take her home and spank her.” I got smart and said I may need a little spanking. He assured me if I didn't settle down I'd get a good spanking and I might get my ** whipped too! I’ve never felt that Vera welcomed me into their family, or approved of me as a suitable husband for Lucille, despite our nearly 30 years of successful marriage. While Lucille had been a large, full-figured woman, Vera was shorter and almost slight of frame. Never married, she always wore a pinched look, at least whenever she was in my presence.