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My husband spanked me in front of my best friend.

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missmissy001 - 31-35 years old - female

Posted by missmissy001
on January 19th, 2011 at 10:02 AM


My best friend was visiting me for a few days recently.  My husband Matt  likes her, but he thinks we spend too much money when we are together.  So, as we were leaving for the mall, he says jokingly "watch the spending, unless you want a spanking when you get back."  Karen and I laughed, and she said something about my husband being funny.  We spent the day shopping, and really did spend too much.  When we got back, he was sitting on the couch watching a football game.  He saw all the packages and asked for the receipts.   His eyebrow raised as he looked at the numbers.  





Well, he said in a mock stern voice, you can't say I didn't tell you what would happen.  Karen looked at me as if to say "Oh, my god, he wouldn't."  "Over my knees" he said.  I thought he would just give me a couple of joking whacks on top of my skirt, so I quickly climbed over his knees.  "Whack", the first one was pretty hard and made me jump.  Karen, broke out in laughter.  "Whack!", the next few started to sting a little.  "You're not even feeling that." he said, reaching down and puling my short skirt up and tucking it in my belt to expose my panty-clad ***.  "Whack", he brought his hand down several more times on top of my panties.  Karen was hysterical with laughter by now.  "Hey, this is nothing to laugh at", I said to her, but I was giggling myself.





Suddenly, I felt my Matt sliding my panties off of my *** and down my thighs to my knees.  Karen, seeing this, exclaimed "Oh my!"  Matt brought his hand down hard on my bare bottom.  Pretty soon, it was bright red.  "Ow!" I exclaimed.  Karen was laughing so hard by now that she was crying.  After several more hard whacks, Matt said, "did you learn your lesson?"  "Yes, Sir", I said, trying not to giggle.  "Go stand in the corner then", he commanded.  I stood up and shuffled to the corner, my skirt still stuck in my belt and panties now down around my ankles.





Matt looked at Karen, who was still laughing hard.  "Maybe you need one too", he said.  Karen's face turned bright red, and she said "you wouldn't dare."  'Try me", Matt said with a sly grin.  Karen went over and lay across his lap.  Mat swatted her a couple of times lightly over her jeans.  She laughed and jumped back up quickly.  "OK, OK, that's it", Matt said, "I want to finish watching this game."  I pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt.  Then Karen and I went off to try on our new clothes.  Karen couldn't stop laughing about it all evening.






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  1. Run2Me - 46-50 years old - male

    Posted by Run2Me on January 19th, 2011 at 10:10 AM

    wasted opportunity.

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  2. Mustangsexy - 22-25 years old - female

    Reply by Mustangsexy Jan 18th, 2013 at 10:33AM

    I would have loved to seen this. I asked my best friend if my boyfriend could spank her and I watch - she said yes. It is going to happen after class tonight. I find it to be very sexy -

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  3. slaveofsluts - 36-40 years old - male

    Posted by slaveofsluts on January 19th, 2011 at 10:21 AM

    a ********* could have come

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  4. Run2Me - 46-50 years old - male

    Posted by Run2Me on January 19th, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    A relationship between 3 consenting adults based on dominance and submissiveness would have been a life long memory to be cherished. Wasted opportunity. I expect Karen will quit laughing at some point and want to get serious. Will your head be in the right place when that times comes?

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  5. missmissy001 - 31-35 years old - female

    Posted by missmissy001 on January 19th, 2011 at 11:19 AM

    We are working on it. I find that it is often best, and ever so much more fun, to take these things in steps. Karen and I talked about it later. She confided in me later that she was excited by the thought of getting spanked, but her husband is not into it. She said she wanted to let my husband give her a spanking like he gave me, but she chickened out. I told her not to chicken out next time and see what happens.

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  6. Mustangsexy - 22-25 years old - female

    Reply by Mustangsexy Jan 18th, 2013 at 10:34AM

    I hope he gives her one to remember. Are you a teeny bit jealous?

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  7. megansarasota - 26-30 years old - female

    Posted by megansarasota on January 19th, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    Missy



    What can I say, so it did happen



    Megan

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  8. Run2Me - 46-50 years old - male

    Posted by Run2Me on January 23rd, 2013 at 8:46 AM

    Like 10 days after Christmas...and all the toy wrappers have been hauled off. Or 20 minutes after you get back home from Cancun after a week. Sex is a temporary experience that quickly fades into memories. collectively over time...experience is everything, but savoring the experience at the time is the trick. Finding good enough partners for a 3some is the real trick...

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  9. annbetty - 36-40 years old - female

    Posted by annbetty on May 14th, 2013 at 9:59 PM

    Good for all three of you. You play well, don't take yourselves too seriously; and safely know how to enjoy life.

    You sound like my kind of people.

    Bravo!

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  10. Posted by An EP User on June 18th, 2013 at 7:28 AM

    She Giggled When She Strapped And She Laughed When She Caned Me

    By: Me

    Written on June 18th, 2013

    Bare Bottom Bognor Caning Over Bar Stool By Female Friend!

    By: Me

    Written on June 17th, 2013

    Bare Bottom Bognor Caning Over Bar Stool By Female Friend!

    By: Me

    Written on June 16th, 2013

    She Pushed Both Our Boundaries



    Bare Bottom Bognor Caning Over Bar Stool By Female Friend!

    By: Me

    Written on September 11th, 2012



    You can't expect life to fulfill you, but you can do things to fulfill your life.

    When you think of it, in a society that has no tolerance for tears, affectionate caning can be an intimate blessing.



    What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!

    There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.

    Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!



    (I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)



    Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.

    As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.

    The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.

    Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.

    With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.

    This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."

    Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.

    And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.

    With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.

    The thin red lines stood out for a few days.

    It was like she was still with me.

    By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.

    Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .

    I put an extra cushion on my chair.

    That solved the problem.

    Not a big deal.

    There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.

    By getting it as an act of friendship, I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.

    The experience gave me power and took none away.



    It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.

    While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.

    I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.

    I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.

    "I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."

    It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.

    Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!

    I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.



    It is a unique kind of bonding.



    It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.



    Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.



    Resignation is giving away your power.

    Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.



    I loved feeling the air against my bare skin, and the cane against my bare bottom.



    She got the right end of the stick for her.

    I got the right end of the stick for me.

    I feel closer to women for it.



    A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!

    Three cheers!



    If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.

    All the things you love about another person are inside you, and can never be taken away.





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