Ladies Who Spank: Six Femdom Spanking Tales by

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I decided to never raise the topic again, but to keep it relegated to my fantasy life. Our married life together was mostly happy and rewarding, so there really was no need to change it, even though spanking remained a frequent, secret fantasy. My birthday came and passed without incident that year, just as so many had done each year of my life. Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” I know love, I know. You are going to be my husband and I love you. Behind every great man is a great woman. I will be your great woman. And when you don’t live up to your commitments I will spank you. Do you understand?” She'd had mulligatawny soup for supper and it was repeating on her - sometimes an early warning sign of Hernia Trouble.

A “little reminder.” If only it would be that simple; but Doris never did anything in a “little” way. Oh no, when Doris reminded you, it left an impression that would last for a good long time. Doris enjoys her work; she puts everything she has into it, and everything she has is more than enough for me… way more. But how proud Mrs Pike was of her possessions! And of her appearance. She wasn't about to reveal her age to anyone, but she still varnished her nails with Elizabeth Arden pearly pink and powdered her face and wore a Persian lamb coat when the weather called for it. We need to settle your account," she said, looking directly into his face. He found himself looking down at the floor, unable to hold her gaze.

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Marrianne referred to this Doris as a “young lady”. I wondered just how young she might be. Is she pretty? What will she be wearing? I hoped she is not into corsets and knee-high boots. Some men are into that sort of thing, but in my fantasies, I’ve always preferred the stern aunt, mother, or loving wife to the professional dominatrix. I returned to the sewing room with the chair covering my flagpole, which I suppressed to below half-staff. Doris indicated where she wanted the chair placed, which was in the middle of the room facing the chair in which Marrianne sat when she was working. There was plenty of room since Marrianne’s quilting frame was folded and leaning against one of the walls, out of the way. Slowly, I crawled across her lap and was no sooner in position then the paddle landed, hard. And it kept landing hard. This was no ordinary warm up. She meant business and my bottom was on fire after only a few swats. If this was the wa Well I don't usually pay a fifty percent deposit," she replied firmly, "I pay when the work is completed to my satisfaction. When can you start?"

There was another long pause before she answered quietly, "Then I shall make sure it is, Thomas. Come here at once. I want you here in ten minutes and I will add an extra stroke for each minute you are late." You do look rather sore," she said after a few moments, as her hand continued to caress his blazing bottom. "If I did agree to postpone the remainder I would need to be quite sure that you would return." You always are looking to blame me, aren’t you? If the teller made a mistake, it wasn’t my fault. Every little thing that goes wrong in this world is not my fault.”Why, as far as she knew, she'd also been the first person in Nottingham to get the magnetic soap dish. The magnet soaps were a little dearer than normal soaps but, with the smart little pansy transfers, they made the most ideal guest soaps. Not that Mrs Pike ever had any guests - she wasn't really a people person, never had been, she preferred the TV.