As you can see from my links page, there are many wonderful spanking blogs. The vast majority of these are written by women, who are spanking bottoms, spanked by their lovers or their husbands. There are a few blogs written by men who are spanked by their wives. I have seen only a few blogs by women who like to spank men. This story is about a woman who loves to spank her husband. Spanking him hard really turns her on, which seems to be a rare and precious trait.
This story is a stylistic experiment. It is written in the first person, from the point of view of the woman top.
Standard disclaimer: This story involves age play (role playing parent/child roles). The themes in this story only apply to consenting adults. I strongly believe that only consenting adults should be spanked. Sex between adults and children is utterly abhorrent.
An earlier version of this story was titled Hot Lunch. I notice a certain repetition in themes in my stories, since this story also bears some similarity to The Beach House, which is about another spanking Lisa give John. I guess that that's why it's called a spanking fetish.
There's an old saying that at heart all men are boys. I would say that at heart all men are boys and that when there are bad boys they need to be spanked soundly.
The first time I spanked my husband John was early in our relationship. We had been dating for several weeks and had slept together twice. I really liked him and thought that he was "the one". He had been fifteen minutes late picking me up for our dinner date. After dinner we went back to my apartment. I put on a sheer black babydoll nightie that had a little pair of matching bikini panties.
Looking at me in the sheer nightie John had only one thing on his mind and was surprised when I said "You were fifteen minutes late picking me up tonight."
"Ah, I'm sorry Lisa. I just lost track of time I guess."
"Then I think that you need some help with time management. I am going to give you a spanking to help you remember to be on time in the future", I told John. I was not sure how John would take this. I had already decided that if our relationship was going to get serious John was going to have to accept my discipline.
I went over to the night stand and got an oak ruler and a hairbrush from the drawer and sat down on the bed.
"Come over here, Honey"
John walked over and stood in front of me. He had undressed to his cotton bikini briefs while I changed into the nightie. His cock stood out, erect in front of him when I pulled his briefs down. He was obviously turned on by the idea that I was going to give him a spanking.
"Lie over my lap", I told him.
He hesitated. "I'll keep track of time better in the future, Lisa"
"I know you will, Honey. Now over my knee"
When John lay across my thighs, I could feel his cock hard against my bare skin.
"If you're late it sends the message that the other person is not important. Is this how you think of me?", I asked John.
"No, Lisa. Really, I just lost track of the time. I'll be on time in the future. I promise."
"I'm glad to hear that. But you're still going to get a spanking. I'm going to give you fifteen slaps on the each cheek with my hand, then fifteen on each cheek with the ruler and then fifteen on each cheek with the hairbrush."
He moaned softly as I caressed his bottom and the base of his cock. "Can you be a good boy and take your spanking for me?"
"Good", I replied as I brought my hand down on his right cheek and then the left. As promised I gave John fifteen slaps on each buttock and then switched to the ruler and gave him another fifteen strokes on each cheek.
John took his spanking without protest until I started to spank him with the hairbrush. After the first few strokes he protested "Ow, that hurts, Lisa. Ow. I won't be late. I promise".
"Spankings are supposed to hurt. That's why naughty boys get spankings", I reminded John as I spanked him with the brush. When I finished punishing him his bottom was blushed red and hot under my hand as I caressed him.
"OK, Honey. You can get up", I told my freshly spanked boy. When John had gotten up from my lap I lay back on the bed and spread my thighs. I ran my index finger over my pussy lips. The sheer material of my panties was soaked with my excitement.
"Come kiss my pussy", I told John. He knelt beside the bed with his head between my thighs and started to kiss and nuzzle my pussy through my panties.
"You can take my panties off", I told him. I arched my back so that he could take my panties off. He moved back between my thighs, his tongue licking between my pussy lips and then sucking on my clit. I was remembering how John had cried out as I spanked him with the hairbrush as I came. Then I had John lie back on the bed and I rode his cock until I had another orgasm, just before John came inside me.
John and I have been married for thirteen years. I spank him at least once a week. If all you knew about John was that his wife spanks him you might conclude that he has a submissive personality. In fact, The opposite is true. John is one of those people who tries to dominate his surroundings. He has an almost single minded focus and drive. I've often thought that our marriage is as happy as it is because he submits to my spankings. Getting sent to his room like a naughty boy to wait for his spanking counteracts John's natural tendencies toward dominance and makes him easier to live with.
I almost always spank John during foreplay when we make love. There is nothing that gets my pussy wetter than putting my husband over my knee and giving him a spanking. Getting spanked across my bare thighs also gets John very hard and panting to fuck me.
I also give John a punishment spanking at least once a week. When John has done something naughty or been forgetful he has to write it down on a list on the refrigerator. I will write a number of strokes and the implement that will be used beside the item (for example "40 with the cane"). On Sunday afternoon John gets a spanking. If there are items on the "naughty list" he gets a punishment spanking. If he's been a good boy all week I give him a reminder spanking.
There are times when I spank John just for the pleasure of spanking him. Last week, on Friday morning, I looked over at John while he was shaving and I felt a wave of lust that seemed to go all the way down to my toes.
John was standing with his back to me wearing a pair of sheer bikini briefs (I buy all his underwear and this is the only kind I buy him, except for cotton briefs to wear at the gym). I loved the way his bottom looked through the sheer black fabric, under the muscled curve of his back. Even after all these years of marriage, I still lust after him like I did when were were first together.
John was drying his face when I went up behind him, kissing him on the neck and cupping his right buttock in my hand.
"Have you been a good boy?", I asked. "Does Mommy need to give you a spanking?"
I could see his cock in the mirror start to get hard beneath the sheer material of his briefs.
"Have I done something naughty, Lisa?"
John found the idea of a nice sexy spanking exciting, but I could tell from his voice that he was also a little worried that he might have a punishment spanking coming.
"We'll discuss that after dinner tonight, young man", I told him. Cruel woman that I am, I knew John would spend the day wondering if he had done something to earn a punishment spanking and if so, how hard the spanking would be.
That day John was not the only one thinking about his upcoming spanking. While I was trying to get work done, I kept day dreaming about how I was going to spank John. I imagined him across my lap, his bottom crimson and welted (should I cane him or whip him?), crying like a little boy as I paddled him. It was not the most productive day I've ever had.
Before I left work I called the Vietnamese sandwich place and ordered two of their chicken sandwiches. I picked up the sandwiches on the way home. I got home about an hour before John did and I used the time to take a shower and shave my legs and pubic hair. I put on a short dark gray wool skirt and a white blouse. I was not wearing a bra and you could see my nipples under the cotton fabric of the blouse. Under the skirt I had on a pair of black lace bikini panties, sheer black stockings and a black garter belt. I thought of it as the sexy School Mistress look.
When John came in the door he presented me with a bouquet of my favorite flowers: scented roses and freesias.
"What beautiful flowers" I said as John handed me the bouquet. I moved my face over the flowers and inhaled their aroma. I kissed John, holding the flowers to the side as he took me in his arms, his right hand cupping my bottom.
"The flowers are wonderful, my love, but they're not going to get you out of the spanking you have coming." I told John
"I was thinking more of leniency"
"We'll see, young man", I told John.
I went to the kitchen sink, cut the stems of the flowers and put them in a vase.
"Please get the ruler paddle from the bedroom. I'll be in the living room" I told John when I was done with the flowers.
I went into the living room and sat down in the middle of the couch. When John returned from the bedroom he went to my right side and handed me the paddle. Without being told he undid his trousers, which fell down around his ankles.
"You can leave your panties up for now", I told him when he moved to pull his briefs down. John lay across my lap.
"Have you been a naughty little boy", I asked John, caressing his bottom through the sheer material of his briefs. "Is there something you need tell Mommy?"
"I can't think of anything, Ma'am."
"Have you been masturbating without my permission, thinking about naked girls getting their bottoms spanked red?"
"No, Ma'am. Or at least I have not been masturbating without your permission"
"Well, there are a few things on the list", I reminded him. By the end of the week there were usually at least one or two items on the list.
"Ah, yes Ma'am. There are a few things on the list"
"Then you have been a naughty boy, haven't you", I said running my index finger down between his buttocks.
"Yes, Ma'am. I guess I should be spanked for the stuff on the list."
"I should be spanked, Ma'am"
"Yes, you should. And you will be spanked soundly on Sunday", I told John. He spread his legs as I caressed his bottom, moving my fingers down, rubbing the base of his cock.
I patted John's bottom with the ruler paddle, then brought it down across his bottom. The sheer material of his briefs did not provide much protection from the paddle. I gave him twenty strokes and then slipped my fingers beneath the waist band of his briefs. He pushed his bottom up so I could pull his pants down.
"Today's spanking is not for punishment", I told John as I caressed his bare bottom, stroking him between the buttocks. "You just looked so sexy this morning, your tight little ass in those sheer panties, I wanted to give you a spanking." His breath was coming a little faster now as I rubbed the base of his cock with one hand and caressed him between his buttocks with the other. I could feel his cock, rock hard, against my thigh.
"I want to give you a long, hard spanking my love." I caressed the base of his cock. "Who do you belong to, young man?"
"I belong to you, Ma'am"
"Yes, you do. You're my boy. Since you're going to be punished on Sunday, I'll give you a choice. At bedtime you can have a sexy spanking or you can take the spanking I want to give you."
"I'll take the spanking you want to give me" John said
"I'm going to give that lovely ass of yours a very hard spanking, young man. You're going to be crying over my knee when I'm finished with you. Is that what you want?"
I brought the ruler paddle down across John's bare cheeks. I gave the strokes a little harder now. With out his briefs between his bottom and the paddle, I knew that it would hurt more. I stopped with I had given him another twenty strokes.
I caressed John's bottom. "You can still change your mind. You can still ask for a foreplay spanking."
"I'll take your spanking, Ma'am"
"OK. This is the only chance you have to withdraw your consent. It will be just like a punishment spanking. It will be very hard and you will not have any choice about taking your punishment."
"Yes, Ma'am. I understand. I'll take my punishment."
"Thank you, my love." I smacked his bottom with the ruler paddle. "You can get up now and pull your pants up.
John pulled his briefs and trousers up. I kissed him. "I love you", I told him. "And I'm going to spank you very hard. Now lets have dinner."
We had the sandwiches and a salad. John ate only half of his sandwich. I knew that he was both nervous and excited thinking about the spanking I was going to give him. After we cleaned up the dinner dishes John sat down at his computer and answered some email and tried to read some computer science articles. I saw him glancing at the clock and guessed that he was thinking about the spanking I was going to give him.
"It's time to get ready for bed, young man", I told John at about nine. "I'll be up in a little while to punish you. I want to find you wearing nothing but your panties, standing in the corner when I come in."
"Yes, Ma'am" John said before turning and going to our bedroom.
I let John wait about twenty minutes before going upstairs to the bedroom. I knew that he would hear the sound of my high heels on the wooden stairs. As I entered the room, I saw John standing in the corner, looking like a 6'1" version of a naughty boy waiting to be spanked by Mommy.
Looking at John standing in the corner, his tight ass beneath the sheer material of his bikini briefs, I felt the burn of desire. I was tempted to lead him out of the corner to the bed and fuck him, riding his cock hard. But that would mean giving up spanking him. I wanted to spank him hard, I wanted him to hurt for me and I wanted to hear him crying before I fucked him.
I crossed the room to the night stand, got the ruler paddle from the drawer and sat down on the side of the bed.
"Come over here, young man", I ordered.
John crossed the room and went to my right side.
"You've been a bad boy, haven't you?"
"That's right. You've been very bad and now Mommy is going to have to give you a long hard spanking."
John looked exactly like the picture of the repentant boy, staring down at his feet.
"Pull your panties down and get over my knee", I said sternly.
His cock was hard and stood out when he pulled his briefs down to the middle of his thighs. I felt his cock against my leg, through my stockings, as when he lay over my lap to take his punishment.
I patted his bottom lightly with the ruler paddle, rubbing him with the smooth wood, letting him think a bit about what was coming, about how the paddle would feel. I loved the meaty smack of the paddle as I used it hard across his ass. At first my brave little boy tried to take his spanking in silence. As I gave the strokes harder, each stroke was echoed by a soft cry of pain. After I counted out twenty strokes, I stopped and caressed John's bottom again. His bottom was starting to turn a light pink, but his cheeks were not warm yet.
"You know Mommy loves you, don't you darling" I said as I caressed him.
"Yes Mommy. I love you too Mommy."
"Mommy has to give her boy a spanking to help him be a good boy", I crooned to him as I caressed him.
"Good boy", I told him as I started spanking him again with the ruler paddle.
I gave John another ten strokes with the ruler paddle. I shifted my legs slightly under him so my arm had a longer swing and, holding him tightly, I gave him another ten strokes, very hard. When I was done his buttocks had taken on a nice pink shade.
"OK, honey, you can get up now and take your panties off. And please get me the rattan cane".
When John returned with the cane, I piled two pillows in the middle of the bed. He handed me the cane and I told him to lie over the pillows.
John's buttocks flinched in anticipation as I tapped him lightly across the bottom with the cane. "Get that bottom up for Mommy, honey", I told him. I loved the way John looked, lying naked over the pillows, his bottom pushed up, offered for punishment. There is something deeply primal and blazingly sexy about the submission of the buttocks for spanking. The fact that he was naked and I was still dressed emphasized his submission.
I gave John the first cane stroke across the underside of his bottom, the part that is sometimes called the "sit spot". The cane left a pink line across his cheeks. I gave several more across his lower bottom, before giving some strokes across the top curve of his ass. When you give a caning you don't want to give the strokes too fast. The pain follows after the impact of the cane, like hot metal, seeming to spread out from the line of impact. When I cane John, I give him a stroke every ten seconds or so. This gives him a chance to feel each stroke before getting the next one. From the start John cried out as he took each stroke. I could tell that he was having a hard time a hard time keeping his bottom up and I had to warn him that if he didn't keep his bottom up for me, he would get extra strokes.
After taking twenty strokes, John's bottom was starting to turn crimson and was lined with cane welts. I stopped spanking him and sat down next to him on the bed. His skin was warm and I could feel the cane welts when I ran my hand over his cheeks. After the pain of the cane, I'm sure that my caresses felt good. Unfortunately for my naughty boy, the caresses were over soon and it was time for more punishment.
I moved to the other side of the bed to give John the rest of his caning. Moving to his other side would make sure that his buttocks would be evenly punished, since the tip of the cane travels faster and always punishes one side more than the other. I gave the second set of cane strokes harder, the cane whistling through the air. John took the first ten strokes like a good boy, his bottom raised, presented for punishment. After I gave him a stroke across the lower part of his buttocks, near the top of his thighs he cried out, clenched his buttocks and squirmed like he was trying to burrow his hips into the bed. I reminded him that he has just earned two extra punishment strokes. He raised his bottom again, but I could see that he was struggling to keep still as I spanked him. After a few more strokes, he lost the struggle again, clenching, his buttocks quivering in pain from the cane stroke.
"That's another two punishment strokes, honey" I told him.
"I'm sorry, Mommy. It hurts. I tried to be a good boy and stay in position"
"I know, darling. Spankings are supposed to hurt. Naughty boys learn to be good boys when they get the cane across their naughty little bottoms. Now bottom up, and stay still Honey"
John managed to take the final six strokes with his bottom raised and still.
"How many punishment strokes do you have coming, honey?", I asked.
"Four, Ma'am", John said in a soft voice.
"Put you legs together so I can give you your punishment strokes on your thighs, Honey", I ordered.
"Please, Mommy, can I take the extras on my bottom? It hurts so much across the thighs"
"That's another two strokes for back talk. Now, legs together!"
When John put his legs together, I started caning him across the tops of his thighs. The strokes I gave him where not as hard as the strokes I had given him across his ass. Cane strokes on the thighs hurt much more. John managed to stay in position as I caned his thighs, but I could see that it was a struggle. His body jerked after each stroke as if he had been given an electric charge and he cried out. The cane left red welts across the soft skin on the backs of this thighs.
When I finished giving John his punishment strokes I unbuttoned my blouse and lay down next to him. He moved off the pillows and nuzzled against my breasts. I petted his hair, comforting my naughty boy. John took my nipple in his mouth when I offered him my right breast. He sucked and gently took the nipple between his teeth. My nipple felt like it was somehow directly connected to my clit and it took a bit of will power to not roll John over and fuck him right then.
"I'm going to give you a whipping, my love" I told John a little breathlessly as he sucked on my nipple. "I'm going to bend you over the end of the bed and whip you. It's going to hurt, but you'll take it for me, won't you darling?"
"Yes Mommy", John said, his voice muffled against my chest.
I gently moved away from him, taking my breast from his mouth and petted his hair. "It's time for your whipping now, honey", I told him. "I'll give you a choice between being whipped with the punishment strap or the riding whip. I'll spank you with the one that you don't choose when I punish you on Sunday."
I sat up and reached behind John, slapping his left flank. "Now scoot", I told him. "Get me the strap or the whip"
John got up and went to the closet where the spanking implements hung on the back wall. I loved making him choose the implement he would be whipped him with. I imagined him looking at the strap and the riding whip, thinking about how each would feel. Since I had told him that he would be spanked with the implement he did not choose when I punished him on Sunday, he would wonder if it was better to take a whipping now with the more painful implement or put it off until Sunday.
I placed a pillow at the end of the bed. John returned with the riding whip. He held the whip in both hands, offering it to me.
"Good boy. You'll get the strap on Sunday. Now bend over the end of the bed please", I told him.
He lay over the end of the bed, his bottom pushed up by the pillow under his hips. His arms lay out over his head on the bed.
I put the whip down on the bed next to him. John watched me as I took off my blouse and skirt, leaving only my little black bikini panties, the garter belt and stockings.
I caressed my pussy through my panties. "Spanking you makes me so wet", I told him. Then I slipped my hand inside my panties and caressed by clit. "I'm going to whip you now, my love". I went to Johns left side and caressed his bottom. "It's going to hurt a lot, but I want you to be a good boy and take your punishment for me. Can you do that?"
I know that John's bottom would be tender from the caning he had just taken and a whipping over the cane welts would be especially painful. This was an idea I found very exciting. I wanted John to hurt for me. I wanted him to cry as I whipped him.
I raised the whip to about shoulder level and brought it down hard across John's ass. I whipped him slowly, giving the strokes hard. Like the cane, the end of the whip punished the far buttock more than the closer one. After giving John fifteen strokes I gave him a little break as I caressed him and told him he was a good boy. Some deeper red welts from the whip had joined the thin welts left by the cane. John had cried out as I whipped him and a couple of tears lined his cheeks. But he was not crying yet.
"Fifteen more", I told him as I ran my fingers between his buttocks. "I want you to let go for me, darling. I want to hear my naughty little boy crying while I whip him"
"I'll try, Mommy. I'm sorry I was a bad boy"
I moved to John's right side.
"Mommy is going to spank you hard to help you be good", I told John as I brought the whip down across his bottom. At first his body bucked a little as he took the whip across his ass. But after about eight strokes he started to lie still, crying softly as I whipped him.
When I finished whipping him, I had John sit on the edge of the bed. I straddled his legs and let my well spanked naughty boy bury his face between my breasts.
I guided his hand between my legs, so he could feel the sheer fabric of at the crotch of my panties, soaked with my excitement. I petted his hair as he rubbed me, feeling little waves of pleasure.
"Would you like to lick my pussy, my love?"
"Oh yes, Ma'am"
I let him suck my right nipple. "You'll have to pay for the privilege, honey", I told him. "You'll have to take more whipping"
He moved away from my breast. "I love to lick your pussy, Mommy." John got up and bent over the end of the bed. "I'll take my whipping if it means I can lick you pussy"
I picked up the whip and gave him another twenty strokes, ten on one side, then ten on the other while he cried. Then I lay on the end of the bed on my back, with the pillow I had spanked John over under my bottom, my thighs spread. John knelt between my thighs and began kissing and nuzzling my pussy through my panties. I could feel the wetness of his tears on my inner thighs.
"May I take your panties off?"
"Yes you may"
I arched up a little so John could slip my panties off my bottom and then off my legs. I lay back and relaxed as Johns tongue moved between my lips. After a while he concentrated on my clit, licking it and then sucking it gently. I started to push against his tongue, moving up and down as he sucked and licked. I thought about how his ass had looked as I spanked him and how he cried as I whipped him as my excitement built and I came.
After I caught my breath, I gently pushed his head away and sat up.
"Please get the punishment paddle from the night stand, darling."
The paddle that John brought me was a paddle I used for punishment spankings. It was shaped like a ping-pong paddle, but was much thicker and made from a dark, dense hard wood.
John handed me the paddle and lay across my lap. I caressed his buttocks, sliding my hand down to the base of his cock.
"Did you enjoy licking my pussy, darling?"
"That's good, my love" I could feel his cock grow hard under my caresses.
"You're Mommy's little boy, aren't you"
"And licking Mommy's pussy until she came was very naughty, wasn't it darling?"
"Then you should be spanked like the naughty little boy you are. You should be spanked until you're sobbing over Mommy's knee, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am", John answered with some reluctance in his voice.
"I'm not going to count the strokes, honey. I'm just going to spank you until you're crying hard. I want you to let go, don't try to resist it. You'll just prolong your punishment. Now I want you to ask for your spanking"
"Please spank me, Mommy"
"I will, darling. I'm going to spank you very hard", I told him as I brought the paddle down hard on this right buttock. I paddled John hard and fast, alternating buttocks. I scolded him as I spanked him, telling him what a bad little boy he was as the paddle slapped his buttocks.
At first his legs made little kicks as I held him firmly over my lap. But after a while he went limp and I could feel him start to cry as I paddled him. I spanked harder, giving him the paddle as hard as I could and his cries turned into sobs. Between his sobs as I paddled him, John repeated in half formed sentences that he was sorry he had been a bad boy. He promised to never be a bad boy ever again, he had learned his lesson and he begged me to stop spanking him. After letting him cry through another ten or twelve strokes on each cheek, I stopped spanking him.
I helped John up from my lap and lay back with him on the bed, holding him against my breasts as he cried. I petted him and told him his spanking was over, that he had been brave to take his punishment like such a good boy. When he had stopped crying I gave him first one breast and then the other as he sucked my nipples. His cock started to get hard as he nuzzled and sucked. I moved him so he was lying on his stomach. I caressed his bottom, spreading his cheeks and caressing between them. His bottom was crimson, lined with welts and bruised in places. He arched up as I caressed the base of his cock, moaning slightly with pleasure. I thought about getting the dildo and harness and finishing his punishment with an ass fucking. But I wanted to feel him inside me.
"Move up toward the head of the bed and roll over on your back" I told John.
I straddled his chest, my knees near his armpits.
"You can kiss my pussy now without having to take a spanking", I told him as I leaned my arms against the wall, moving my pussy down to his mouth. He greedily sucked my clit, cupping my bottom in his hands. When I felt like I was close to orgasm, I moved away and over his cock, which was hard now, standing up, waiting for me. I impaled myself and started riding him, moving hard against his pelvis.
"Ask permission before you come or I'll whip you again", I told him.
I could feel his excitement build as I fucked him.
"No, not quite yet", I told him as I fucked him. "Not yet or I'm going to whip you again and you won't be able to sit down for a week."
That comment turned up both on.
"OK, darling. Come for me, come hard" I told him as my own orgasm washed over me and I felt him come inside me.
We lay together afterward and then took a quick shower together. The bruises on Johns bottom were starting to come out more I saw as he was drying himself. He would be sitting uncomfortably, I was sure. I felt languid and satiated.
I caressed his bottom, which was still crimson and hot. "I'm looking forward to punishing you again on Sunday", I told him.