In late April DW had been rather unwell with a cold that had hung around for a few days making her feel rather miserable with the aches and pains that typically go with it. After we’d climbed into bed one night, I suggested that she roll over so that I could massage her back and shoulders. This I did for about ten minutes or so but inevitably (DW would say), my hand progressively strayed downwards to caress and fondle her backside – well after all, it is such nice backside…
After a few more minutes, DW turned her head toward me on the pillow and commented rather dreamily, “You know Ford, I suspect that you do entertain some thoughts of spanking my butt”. Not quite a comment that I was anticipating because, as far as I am aware, DW doesn’t harbour any particular desire to be spanked, but the discussion that followed went pretty much like this.
“Well … not because you’ve done anything to deserve it”, I responded somewhat hesitantly.
“Yes… but if you were to spank me, how exactly would you go about it? Where would you have me?”
“… draped over my knee I should think.”
“Where would you be sitting?”
“… the chair over there would probably suit quite well.”
“… and would you be wearing any clothes?”
“Well as the spanker, I think I’d be clothed, but you would be a different matter however.”
“So what you have me wear?”
“Hmm … perhaps your white torsolette with suspenders, stockings and some panties that show quite a bit of cheek.”
“What else?”
“… perhaps a French maid’s outfit with plenty of lace petticoating that I have to pull up out of the way to get to your butt.”
“And what would you spank me with?”
“Oh definitely my hand… that is unless you really want to feel how much the hairbrush stings?”
“No… I don’t think so, but how many times would you spank me?”
“Perhaps 25 for starters, but you would have to count and ask for each one, along the lines of ‘that’s 5, thank you Sir, may I please have another Sir?’ So I’d give you as many as you asked for, and I’d be able to tell how effective each one has been.”
“… and would you pull my panties down?”
“Yes, or alternatively, I’d pull them up out of the way so that my hand could get to your bare cheeks.”
Now it was DW’s turn to reach across the bed to wrap her hand around a now very rigid part of my anatomy. “Hmmm…! – I think that you had bring that over here!”
It’s just an impression, but I think that DW was starting to feel better.
Fantasy may become reality, who knows where a spanking lifestyle will lead. However, the spanking fantasy, if not reality, can still lead to some fantastic sex.
interesting, very interesting…
Mike
Would you respect your wife as much and be as interested in obeying her if she allowed such a thing?
Laurie
Hi Mike, Laurie – something I also have pondered. From the nature of these conversations, I feel that any decision by DW to go over my knee would be purely for the eroticism that she knows it would create, and what that leads to. I can also imagine that the tone of her counting would contain a rather clear underlying message, along the lines of: “By all means enjoy yourself, but how ever many strokes you indulge in, will be returned tenfold when it’s your turn”.
That could tend to place a limit on my enthusiasm.
We all need to be disciplined sometimes, I love spanking a willing woman but know that I sometimes NEED to be paddled until I am black and blue for a week!
Amen to that – but knowing DW, it’s not beyond the realms of possibility that I end up in the maid’s outfit.
Yes…perhaps she will turn that fantasy around on you, puting YOU in the maids outfit, turning up your skirt and petticoats, lowering your panties, and taking you over HER knee for a good, stern dose of the hairbrush! Now wouldn’t that be lovely!!!