Tom had been thinking about this moment for the past seven hours. He had just arrived home from attending the funeral of a family friend down in Chicago, and his wife Karen had greeted him at the door with a long embrace.
"Welcome home. I missed you. I hope you've appreciated the ability to sit comfortably for the past few hours on your drive home, because that is all about to change," she said to him in a playful, but very stern voice. "I want you to unpack your things, put them away, and meet me in the family room downstairs. And don't keep me waiting."
"Oh, by the way, bring this with you when you come down," she said as she handed him an old fashioned wooden hairbrush with a bow tied around it.
Prior to his departure, Tom had left a marked up copy of the book "Spanking the Male Mind" by Miss Francy under his wife's pillow, along with a note asking her to read it. The book was written for women as an introduction to the topic of women spanking men for either sexual or domestic discipline purposes. It was written by an internet blogger who was very knowledgeable on the subject. The book had some great views on consensual spanking, what is going on in the male mind, and ways for women who were uncomfortable with the idea of paddling their man's behind to take another look at the activity. It was Tom's hope that the book would increase Karen's comfort level with spanking, help her find her inner spanker, and enable her to put him over her knee and give him the butt blistering he had been craving.
What had been feelings of glorious anticipation during the car ride home was quickly turning in butterflies of dread in the pit of his stomach as the realization that Karen had taken his request to heart, located the most feared of spanking implements - the wooden hair brush, and intended to use it.
Tom's mouth went dry as he finished unpacking his things and started down the stairway which led to the lower level of their home. When he rounded the corner to the family room he found his wife sitting in a low-slung side chair that had been moved to the middle of the room to facilitate the up coming activity. He knew what was in store for him, and in that moment, he could feel his face start to blush and the hairs on his butt begin to stand on end.
"Ok, so I have read through the book you left and I think I'm beginning to understand the spanking need of yours. I also understand that you took a really big chance sharing this desire with me, and whatever your reasons might be, you have this deep desire to be put over my knee and spanked hard. Is this true?"
A weak "yes," is all he could muster at that moment.
"Do you understand that if you go over my lap, that I am in charge and I WILL continue to spank your ass regardless of your pleas to stop until I am satisfied that I have taught you the meaning of what a spanking is REALLY all about?"
The moment of truth was upon him, and although the fear and butterflies in his stomach were raging at the prospect of his ass on fire, the realization that his wife was about to fulfill a life long fantasy overpowered his fear and he answered "Yes I do."
"Very well. Hand me that brush, go get your ping pong paddle and bring it to me," she commanded with authority.
Tom turned and proceeded to the closet where he kept all the spanking implements they had acquired in the past and retrieved the very first spanking implement he bought, a $2.50 ping pong paddle from Wal Mart that he had stripped of its rubber and varnished to a shiny finish. From previous sessions with Karen, he knew this paddle had a nice sting to it, although she had yet to use it to its fullest potential.
He returned to the family room and handed the paddle to his wife.
"School's in and it's time for your lesson." And with that statement, Karen motioned for him to come and stand next to her. Reluctantly he walked over to her, a cauldron of emotion churning inside him. On one hand, the anticipation of what was about to happen had him turned on. On another hand, he felt that delicious fear of knowing that Karen was serious about this and she really intended to take control and spank him as never before. He knew he craved it, needing it for reasons unknown even to him.
