Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, Secretary Spanks Boss, In Front of Others The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.”

Right" I said quietly, knowing that I had lied to Megan but not wanting to admit it. I was starting to feel a little bad by this point. A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. 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. At work, at a time that he knew that Margaret would be in his house, he felt ashamed and regretted leaving the magazine for the poor woman to discover and was convinced that she would be so disgusted that she would refuse to work for him ever again. That would be even better, and then you also scold me properly while you’re spanking me, to reinforce the lesson.”She’s coming here? Tonight?” I blurted, taken by surprise at the pace this was developing. “I’ve never even met this person, and you are going to let her spank me? Shouldn’t we discuss this first? Give me a chance to get used to the idea? I mean, a complete stranger…” They lay in each other's arms for a while before she said, "I had better be going otherwise I will be here all night," and she got off the bed. On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!”

When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. I’m not your mother, John, and that tradition played no part in my upbringing. For that matter, did your mother spank you when you were little?”Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too! Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!” Richard had a long-held interest in spanking, or rather in being spanked, but other than a bit of play spanking he had not found a female that would indulge him although he did not often broach the subject anyway. The ideal woman to carry out the spanking, in his mind, would be considerably older than him and also be solidly built although not fat as such.

Margaret's first thought was to have him on the living room carpet but then her 'work' head took over and she thought of the difficulties of removing sexual fluid from the carpet so she said, "Your bed, I think," and then laughed when Richard found his movement restricted by both the clothing around his feet and his very sore arse. He solved one problem by removing his trousers and underpants but he certainly still had a very sore arse.Geoffrey rang her - sullen-sounding, as though Marie had pushed him into it: "What's all this untoward business, Mother?" I left my bag in the living room when I arrived this evening. Trot off like a good boy and get it for me, please. Don’t dawdle, I am not a patient woman.” Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.”

Oh you were, were you? Well, I can only assume that Ashley talked you into this text messaging idea?" Several times during this ordeal, I pleaded with my wife to call a halt, to save me from this punishment. Marrianne continued to work on her blanket, and through my tear-clouded vision I saw no outward indication she was even aware of my presence. At Christmas, Geoffrey and Marie came over with the children, and Mrs Pike had once again to stomach the sight of that great fat belly all swelled up to bursting - a third one was expected in January. Lily..." she said, "come here, your punishment hasn't finished yet." I didn't move or say anything. There was a moment of silence, and her face softened. "You're doing really good sweetie, and we're almost finished here. But I'm gonna remind you that if you don't obey me I'll have to give you another spanking later" I know, I shouldn't have done anything that I did...I just...I didn't think it through enough" I said.The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. On the Thursday after he actually told her, Geoffrey came over for a late soup and cheese supper. Soft white rolls, Lurpak, Dairylea spread. I hated giving birth to Geoffrey," Mrs Pike said, when Marie helped herself just like that to more bread sauce. "It was just like going to the toilet, only worse." So Gretchen's teeth went first and then she went all diabetic, which affected her sight. And the blindness made her very tired. She'd nap on and off , and sleep through any noise. "Not much good as a guard dog," Mrs Pike told her son with a degree of satisfaction.