My marriage has been falling apart for years. It had never went well. Oh, we had been good friends in college. My wife Serena was very sweet, and she was lovely to look at. She was dark, with dusky skin and raven hair. Her body was not great, but she was pretty and her tiny frame made her appealing. I found her fun to be with and had gladly acceded when she began to speak of marriage.
It had fallen apart from the first night of our honeymoon. I had been unable to perform. My dick had stayed as limp as the proverbial noodle. I was never able to get it up for Serena. If I did get it up it only stayed hard for a few minutes. She would suck on it. She would jack it off. She would display her body for me. I could never satisfy her sexually.
We lived a sterile, empty life with no sex and no love to speak of. I knew she still cared for me, but I was unable to tell her the problem. And I refused any of her suggestions of counseling or other professional help. I already knew the problem. I was just ashamed to tell her or anyone else.
It had started long ago, when I was a teenager. I was eighteen and was rather frisky. I tended to get into trouble. Never sexually. I was a virgin. I was a virgin until I got married, and technically, I still was. I had never consummated my marriage to Serena. But this was my last year in high school and I tended to horseplay in the halls.
This was back in the day when corporal punishment was common. In fact, it was a given in most schools in the south and the midwest.
Finally I got caught acting up in the halls and was called into the principal's office.
I expected a dressing down, but I was surprised when Mrs. Wickersham told me that she knew exactly what I had done and told me to bend over her desk. To my surprise, she started whacking my ass with an ash wood paddle.
It was painful. Very painful. But I was surprised again when I began to get a hard on. Some of the other guys had been jerking off for months now. I had tried but could not get hard for more than a minute or two. Not enough time to cum. This was different. I was really hard, and I was enjoying this spanking. A lot.
From that day forward I was always acting up at school. I knew what would happen. Mrs. Wickersham was forced to punish me. And I was sure she disliked the physical punishment. Or so I thought.
But when I left school after the graduation ceremony she took me into her office when I was getting ready to leave, asking my parents to allow me to see her for a moment. They were slightly confused but I went into her office.
She had me sit down, and then, since I was no longer a student, she was honest with me and told me how much she had enjoyed our spanking sessions. In fact, she told me that she had become sexually aroused and often creamed in her panties.
This was rather embarrassing to hear, but arousing at the same time. She was in her forties but still quite attractive. I had always loved to have such a pretty woman whipping my ass. She thanked me for many, many cums and I blushed.
She asked if she could have one last spanking with me. I was willing. More than willing. I was already getting hard under my graduation gown. She started spanking me as hard as she ever had, and I got so stiff. I also shot my cum into my briefs. I loved getting spanked, as much as she enjoyed giving the spanking.
She told me, as I walked out the door, that she had gotten so wet with pussy cum that she would have to change into a spare set of clothes she kept in her closet there in the office. I could smell the pussy juice and always equated it with spanking.
Over the years I had always gone in to see Mrs. Wickersham when I visited home. She always greeted me happily and then she gave me the spanking both of us wanted. I got hard and filled my shorts with spunk and she got creamy and made her panties wet. It was something of a ritual for us.
It had continued even after I married Serena. It lasted until Mrs. Wickersham moved to another town and that was the end of the good times for me.
Finally things came to a head for Serena. She threatened to leave me if I would next seek help. She told me she was dying inside from the lack of affection and love. It finally burst in on me that I must tell this lovely, loving woman what the problem was. She was going to leave anyway so I had nothing to lose. Just my pride.
I explained to her all that had occurred to me over the years with Mrs. Wickersham and how much it had meant to me. How I had never been able to be sexually fulfilled without first being spanked. And that I now understood that she deserved the truth. I would understand if she wanted to leave me. I was so surprised when she began blushing as red as a tomato. Had I done that?
However, it was not my story that had embarrassed her but something else. We had been married for ten years and she now told me a story that she had never shared. With me or anyone else.