My First Spanking By My WifeI have always been fascinated by frilly lace under things. When my wife and I are feeling adventurous in our foreplay, I ask her to dress in a short skirt and ruffled panties. I liked to watch her bend over so her panties peek out.
One such evening, when I asked her to dress in her ruffled panties, being in a mood, she refused saying that it was about time that I wore the fancy pants as she called them. I laughed thinking she was kidding.
I did not end up wearing any fancy pants that night but here’s what happened on my next birthday.
My wife and I were spending the weekend at one of our favorite bed and breakfast places on the coast. We had dinner reservations that evening and I was taking my shower. While I was in the shower, Dianne went into my suitcase and hid all my underwear, including the pair I had worn that day. When I came out of the shower I began searching for something to wear.
Where are my underclothes, I asked.
I am sure I do not know, are you certain you packed some?
I know I did but I can’t find them.
Well you had better find something quickly or we will be late for our reservations. Why don’t you just put your pants on without them?
I can’t do that, it would not feel right.
At that, she reached into her suitcase and pulled out a birthday present. Well then, maybe there is something in here that you can wear.
Handing me the present, I began to unwrap it. Inside was a pair of pink ladies panties. There were white ruffles on the leg openings and around the middle; three rows around the entire panty and two additional rows on the backside.
I can’t wear these, I protested.
Why, you always expect me to wear fancy pants, besides who will know other then you and I? Your suit coat will cover your backside.
Knowing we were late and that she had a point I quickly stepped into the panties and finished getting dressed. The ruffles were a little puffy on the backside, but I checked in the mirror and they did not seem noticeable.
We walked downstairs to dinner and the hostess seated us in a small room. There were two rooms in the restaurant, one where we were seated and another room separated by a glass partition that seemed to have some kind of party going on. I was a little self conscious, thinking about the fancy pants but I tried hard not to put my hand behind my back to cover them.
Are you celebrating anything special tonight? The waitress said
Yes, it is my husband’s birthday.
Well happy birthday sir. Then turning towards my wife the waitress asked, and has he had his birthday spankings yet?
Not yet, but soon, my wife smiled coyly.
Dinner was excellent; when the waitress brought the dessert menu she was carrying something behind her back.
She placed a wooden spoon on the table next to my wife. Just in case it is needed, she said, winking at my wife.
Smiling, Dianne pushed her chair away from the table. She took my hand and motioned that I should come over to her chair. I was standing next to her when she said; you know you have been a naughty little boy this year, so I have decided that you deserve a good spanking.
She began to unfasten my belt and unzip my trousers.
What do you think you’re doing I asked?
Be quiet, I am going to put you across my lap and give you your birthday spanking right here and now. With that, my pants fell and she bent me over her knee.
Dianne began to spank my bottom with the waitress watching from the corner of the room. I was positioned so that she could see my ruffled panties. I heard her giggling at the sight.
Soon Dianne reached for the wooden spoon and really began to give me a good sound spanking.
The noise from the spoon was such that the people from the next room heard and came over to see what the commotion was all about.
It is his birthday, the waitress said in response to their puzzled looks.
Oh! They nodded and shouted to my wife that she should spank me harder so that I would not be able to sit down.
Dianne did not need much encouragement. She learned at an early age how spankings were to be administered. Fortunately for me though, she did not pull down my panties. It was enough that I was positioned such that all the guests in the next room could see them. And my wife made sure, lifting the back of my suit coat above my waist.
When the requisite number of spanks had been administered, she gave me one more with her hand for good luck, and one to grow on.
Then she lifted me off her lap and pulled my pants back over the panties. While she was zipping up my trousers and fastening my belt, the waitress brought a small pillow and ceremoniously placed it on my chair.
I gingerly sat down and quickly finished my dessert, paid the check and left the restaurant. The people in the next room all shouted birthday greetings and comments about my bottom.
Hey, Mr. Fancy Pants, happy birthday!
My wife smiled and told me that was to become my new nickname.
When we got up to the room, Dianne unbuckled my pants again and threw me across her knee.
Now, I can finish what I started.
She spanked me on the ruffled panties.
After she finished warming my panties, she pulled out a wooden paddle she brought special for the occasion. I didn’t mind the paddle as the ruffles sort of softened the blows.
But alas, it was too much of a good thing. Eventually, knowing that all proper spankings are to be administered on the bare bottom, she put down the paddle, slipped her slender fingers beneath the hem and pulled down my little pink panties.
Boy did my bottom get red that evening. I had never received a birthday spanking like that before. And certainly not while wearing ladies panties.
I was glad the waitress had left the pillow in the restaurant. I sure needed if for breakfast the next morning.