It was Saturday night, and Tom and Karen were sitting on the couch in their family room while Tom endlessly flipped through channels of uninteresting programs trying in vain to find a program that would appeal to both of them. Karen had just finished twelve hours of homework for her latest class and was in a rather unpleasant mood since the paper she was writing wasn't coming together as she had hoped. Tom's incessant flipping through the channels was doing nothing to lighten her mood.
Tom was in an equally bad mood. It was Saturday night and he was ready to cut loose after a particularly brutal week in the office, but just a few minutes earlier Karen had informed him that she was just too emotionally drained from the day to do anything but vegetate. Adding to his ill mood was the fact that over week ago Tom had presented his wife a copy of Miss Francy's latest book "How to Spank Your Man" hoping that Karen would take the hint (and more than a few tips) from the book and continue their experimentation with spanking play. Karen hadn't mentioned a word about the book or spanking since Tom gave it to her and the more Tom thought about Karen's apparent lack of interest, the more frustrated and irritable he became.
"Are you going to continue flipping through the channels all night, or do you think you can find something and stay with it for more than five seconds?" Karen said without any attempt to hide the frustration building inside her.
"It's Saturday night and there ain't shit on -- you know that," Tom shot back at her with a hint of contempt in his voice.
An uneasy silence filled the room. The tension between them grew with each passing second and each new channel Tom clicked through.
After what seemed like eternity, but in reality was less than a minute, Karen's better sense returned. She looked over at Tom and said in a very calm voice, "Look, it's Saturday night, there is nothing on the TV, what would you like to do?"
Expecting Karen to have come back with another verbal barb, Tom was caught off guard by Karen's civil tone of voice and question. Sensing an opportunity, Tom stopped his channel surfing and gave careful thought about how to respond. Karen had put in a full day and she it made it clear she was not interested in stepping out. What could a couple do on a Saturday night home all alone? Hmmm. Tom decided there was no better time than the present to make his needs known.
"Well, since you asked, I would really like you to take me over your knee, and put some those wonderful techniques in that book I gave last week to good use," Tom said with all due sincerity.
"I'm sorry dear, I have been very busy all week trying to get this tern paper done and I haven't had time to read it."
That was definitely NOT the response Tom wanted to hear. Tom could feel his blood pressure beginning to rise and was just about ready to tear Karen a new one, when inspiration stuck.
Miss Francy's book was a how-to guide for women on how to spank their man, and the last chapter in the book had questions intended to open a dialog between couples. Since they had already had a dialog going on the subject, and Karen had agreed to spank Tom on previous occasions, maybe he could back into a spanking by having Karen just read a few select chapters. As far as Tom was concerned, the only chapter Karen really needed to read was chapter explaining how to spank.
"That's OK dear, I understand, it's been a long week for both of us," Tom replied with as much understanding in his voice as he was capable of mustering. "I'd really like to play this evening, and I feel like I'd really enjoy a good paddling to set me right. I've already read the book and there is one chapter which I think you would find most enlightening and beneficial". Would you be interested in reading just that one chapter, and trying to put some of the things you read to use?"
Indulging her husband's spanking fantasies was not what Karen had on her mind when she asked the question, BUT, she did ask and he responded in an uncharacteristically adult way. Although she felt her frustration level rise a bit, Karen heard herself reply "Sure Tom, I'll at least read a chapter, but I'm not making any guarantees of what will follow."
Disappointed, but sensing that opportunity was still there, Tom jumped up to his feet and ran into their home office to retrieve the book from the desk where Karen had left it. Tom quickly returned with the book, opened it to chapter nine -- Swatting for Beginners, (the most important chapter in the book as far as Tom was concerned), and placed it in Karen's lap.
"This chapter will provide the most illumination" Tom said with a slight smirk on his face, which did nothing to alleviate Karen's frustration with him.
Ignoring Tom, Karen set off reading and quickly became engrossed in the text. Tom watched with rapt attention trying to read the changes in his wife's facial expressions in hopes of discerning whether a spanking was in his immediate future or bitter disappointment of having to wait for the opportunity on some yet-to-be decided day.
Karen could not believe what she was reading. Guys really do want hard spankings --just like Tom had said before some of their previous spanking attempts. Going to have to work on that one she thought to herself. In their previous attempts at spanking, Karen always felt inhibited, worried that she could really injure Tom. Tom always insisted she could spank much harder. Karen read on.
Find your inner boss and get into a bossy mood. That one brought an unconscious smirk to her face. Tom had really pushed her buttons with his channel surfing earlier, and she was still quite annoyed with him about it. I won't need any of these suggestions to find my inner boss tonight, Karen thought. And it was at that very moment that Karen knew Tom was going over her knee, and he was going to find out just how hard a spanking she could dish out and he could take!
Karen set the book down on her lap and gave Tom a long hard look. She allowed herself to feel the frustration of the day and her annoyance with his channel surfing to build within her. She could almost feel the strength in her arm increase with every passing second in sharp contrast to her reservations of causing Tom any pain or discomfort which were quickly fading away. Oh, was he going to learn what a real spanking was all about. I'm going to make damn sure he thinks twice the next time he picks up that remote control and starts flipping through the channels. After the long day I put in, the least he could do is have a little bit of consideration. I'll teach him a thing or two about consideration. He'll be considering his ass for the next couple of days EVERY time he sits down. Yes, she was tapping into her inner boss just fine, now to channel it.
Tom was perplexed by the way his wife was staring at him without saying anything. Was she mad at him? Did the book weird her out? Did he somehow cross a line by asking her to read it? Why is she looking at me like that?
"Tom, you know, I've had a really hard day...," Karen began to say and paused.
Tom could feel the disappointment building within him, and his frustration with Karen building right along with it.
"... and I just wanted to come down here, relax, and vegetate for a while".
Yep, he was right, here comes the big blow off. Looks like another night with rosy palm and her five sisters. Tom frustration with Karen was starting to turn the corner toward anger.
"And rather than allow me some time to unwind and relax, you have to go and be inconsiderate with your channel surfing and self centered attitude," Karen said with an exasperated air about her.
Tom could listen to no more, and rudely interrupted her with -- "look you were the one who asked ME what I wanted to do. SO I TOLD YOU!"
Karen just glared at him. She allowed this most recent example of rudeness to incite her even more. Oh, he is REALLY going to learn a lesson tonight she thought to herself.
After a few more moments of tense silence had passed, Karen said in a very calm and measured voice, "Tom, I would like you to go upstairs, get the hairbrush my aunt left me from the drawer in my dressing table, and bring it back here to me.".
Tom was dumbfounded. His mouth instantaneously went dry and shiver went down the back of his spine. Something in the tone of Karen's voice told him she wasn't playing around. Her voice had that edge about it.
"NOW MISTER," Karen barked out at him. "The longer you keep me waiting, the worse it will be for you!"
