Christine had returned to the old family home after her husband Harold had been killed in a plane crash. She was an experienced math teacher in her early 30s. Unlike teachers in some subjects, her skills were desired by most districts, including the schools in her old home town. So now she was a well-regarded faculty member at the high school, popular both with other teachers and their students, as well as parents.
Her younger sister Susan and Susan's husband Jim had been living in the large house where the two sisters had come of age. When Christine let Susan know that she was coming home once she had handled the formalities of selling the house Harold and she had enjoyed during their marriage, Susan wrote her that she really should live with them.
"The house as you know is huge," Susan said, "and there's more than enough room for you. Besides, we'd enjoy the company."
Christine chuckled now, as she thought of how things had developed. Susan worked in advertising as a freelance and had fairly irregular income; her husband was a machinist who had decent work but also was not regularly employed so they were very appreciative when Christine volunteered to contribute more than her share to the costs of running the house, not that these were terribly high since their parents had paid the mortgage off before their deaths.
Christine had met a few men at the church she returned to attendingβSusan and Jim had no use for church, she learnedβand through a few of her old friends still in town. She did not like the idea of going to bars to meet men and also figured it was still a bad idea for a teacher to be seen in that kind of setting.
She had enjoyed married life with Harold. Neither wanted children and now Christine was appreciative because it made her move home that much easier. What she really missed, though, was the wonderful sex life she and her husband had enjoyed. Both were insatiable and both enjoyed ranging into kinky zones.
Christine was a small-to-middling town girl who learned from Harold's West Coast upbringing. The couple found they enjoyed getting into spanking scenes and soon each gave and received strokes with canes, switches, and even a martinet. Christine gradually began to assume a more dominant role in the relationship and had even gone so far as to have her husband happily render toilet service for her.
After she moved back into the old family home, which Susan and Jim had had for themselves for about five years since their parents had passed on, she found herself asking Susan how her marriage was.
"Well, you know, Chris," Susan began, "Jim and I do have disagreements because our income stream can be erratic. Frankly, at times we behave very badly toward each other."
Christine's eyes flashed at hearing this and she responded, calmly, by asking more.
"Maybe the two of you need some discipline at times," she suggested in a slightly bland tone.
"Discipline?" Susan asked. "You mean...something like spanking?"
"Well...yes," Christine answered. "It can be both useful and exciting."
"Is this something you have done?" Susan pressed. "Chris, you do strike me as the take-charge type even more than when we were growing up and Mom used to put you in charge. In fact, I remember one time when she let you spank me."
This was enough to start Christine's juices flowing right into the crotch of her panties.
"Maybe you want to talk to Jim about this," Christine answered. "Yes, it's something I might be prepared to provide if the two of you think it would help and that you might even like it."
Susan grinned and said she would talk to her husband.
"I have to confess, Chris, that I still remember that spanking," Susan went on. "It did hurt but it did get me very turned on."
Christine smiled and said that it might make all three living in the house feel better in several ways.
Christine had trouble keeping her composure until she was back in her own bedroom that night under the covers with her hand in her panties probing her gushing sex. She ran her fingers through her plenteous pubic hair and reflected on how hard she had worked to maintain her delightful figure. Chris was proud of her 36C chest but also that her weight never rose above 137 lbs. Her sandy blonde hair added to her overall attractiveness and she had noticed some of the boys in her high school math classes making eyes at her.