"You are going to get a spanking when we get home, young lady!"
It was a simple declarative sentence. One that she had heard many
times from her father and on more than one occasion from her mother.
The person that had issued the edict (or promise, if you will) was
neither - it was her 25 year old husband, Jon. Janelle blushed faintly
and nodded her acceptance. Janelle was 24 and a few weeks earlier
they had made a punishment and rule book for each other. Both would
be subject to spankings if the other thought that they deserved it.
She had to admit that she was always pushing the boundaries and had
been over Jon's lap far more than he had been over hers.
minutes later they were home. Jon wasted no time in escorting her to
the den and telling her to get ready while he went to get hairbrush.
A few minutes later he found her kneeling by an armless chair, her
skirt off and her pantyhose down. He sat down and a moment later she
arched herself over his waiting lap. A few minutes to position his
slim brunette wife properly and then tighening his arm around her
waist he began to slowly and sonorously slap her bottom with the flat
black wooden hairbrush.
It did not take long for Janelle to start
gasping and squirming as the brush began to raise the temperture in
no uncertain terms in her uncovered posterior. He finished spanking
her and took her on his lap to comfort her. She nuzzled into his
chest and began to think of another page that she wanted to try. It
would not be long.