I Spank My Husband
My wife's mother recently flew in for her annual visit. Tonight, we were all watching some scene in a TV movie or show where a woman was spanking a man for some reason, and it seemed like he was her husband or whatever (I have no idea what movie or show -- was not really paying attention before or after that scene).
Not long after this titillating scene, my wife asked me politely to go to the store for her and get her medicine, as I had promised I would do if she cooked dinner and cleaned the dishes. She had fulfilled her end of the bargain and felt I should live up to mine. I had been rude to her all day, and I continued this streak as I rudely answered for her to get it her own damn self. Instead of flying off the handle, she straightened her back, lifted her chin and warned me with slight smile and a knowing look in her eyes, "Now, you know what will happen if you don't, right?" My mother-in-law answered for me with a conspiratorial grin of her own, "Yeah, you saw what happened to that guy just now, didn't you?" Feeling small now, I made the wrong move and puffed out my chest as I pridefully challenged them by saying, "You can try." My wife corrected me, "I wear the pants in this family, and you'll accept my discipline and do as I say or you will suffer the consequences." Still full of my foolish pride, I retorted, "Yeah, right, *****." My wife, the slight smile and look of absolute confidence never leaving her visage, warned me one last time, "This is my last warning. You know what's coming if you refuse me, and you know that I will do it right here, right now." My confidence buckled as I imagined the many other times my wife had easily manhandled me before, using her dominant size advantage and wrestling skills to easily take control of me. Also, having been spanked before in front of her girlfriends, I didn't have to see the look in her eyes to tell that she meant it, too. However, the giggle from my mother-in-law at my wife's veiled threats stiffened my resolve, and I foolishly answered, "Do it, *****."
"Uh oh," my mother-in-law said with a laugh as my wife moved to the center of the couch, hiked up her nightgown and invited me over her lap with two soft pats of her left hand on her ample left thigh as she softly commanded me, "Okay, come on." She kept her smile despite my laugh and simply repeated her request, her voice soft yet full of steel and determination. She kept her compusure as I lost mine each time she calmly repeated her insistent request. Finally, she insisted, "You may either pull down your shorts and your panties and lay your bottom across my lap for a spanking or I will do it for you." My confidence now broken, a pleading tone tainted any possible resistance behind my weak refusal, and my wife promptly stood up and started towards me to fulfill her promise. I stood and tried to bolt, but my wife's long, powerful arms grabbed me and pulled me towards her. Holding my left bicep firmly in the iron grip of her left hand, she reached down with her right and shoved down my shorts and panties, working them the rest of the way around my ankles as peals of laughter erupted from my mother-in-law's lovely mouth. She laughed both at my ridiculous predicament and at the laughably small size of my pathetic excuse for a penis, which had become quite erect during the racy scene we had just seen. All resistance ceased at this point on my part, for even though it wasn't the first time my mother-in-law had seen my tiny penis, it was still just as embarrassing, especially with my tiny erection. My wife pulled me across her ample lap as she seated herself in the center of the couch for maximum comfort on her part, opening and closing her powerful thighs like a trap to lock my little erect penis inside for additional control over any unwanted movements on my part. She wasted no time in raising and lowering her powerful right arm so that her hand, as hard as steel, found its waiting and helpless target in my bare bottom. She hit with both power and grace as she mercilessly yet skillfully gave her attention to both bottom cheeks. I attempted to squirm, but her thighs gripped my erect little penis too tightly, and her left hand held me secure after my erection subsided. I kicked, screamed and cried, but all to no avail as her powerful blows lay to rest upon my soft, fleshy buttocks. Without stopping, she soon asked her mother to find and deliver that old trusty wooden spoon with the large round head with which both my wife and my mother before her have burnished their discipline upon my backside. She never missed a beat as she changed implements from her throbbing hand to "old trusty," as she called my special little wooden spoon. My bottom rapidly changed colors like a chameleon from white to pink to red to crimson as her blows rained down powerfully and swiftly on my behind. By this time, after only a few swats with old trusty, I gave up and went limp, bawling and wailing and carrying on like a baby, and she knew she had me.
After about ten more light swats with the wooden spoon as a reminder, she let me up. I didn't even attempt to cover my tiny little 1" soft penis, even with my mother-in-law fixing her eyes upon it, as if in disbelief that a grown man could actually be that small. Looking into my eyes, she chided me sweetly yet firmly, "I guess you should have done as you were told, huh? Now, you've been really embarrassed, with me seeing you spanked like a little boy and seeing your tiny little penis. Maybe you need to apologize to her for being rude to her and acknowledge that she does, indeed, wear the pants in the family." I nodded silently like a punished little boy before turning to face my wife, my tiny penis still out for the world to see and my pants around my ankles. "I'm sorry, honey. You were right, and I was wrong. You do wear the pants in this family, and I was wrong for challenging you. Furthermore, I lied when I said you weren't, because I know full well you are. I was wrong to call you a bad word and embarrass you, especially in front of your mother, and I am sorry. Do you forgive me?" A warm smile spread wide across my wife's face as she welcomed me into her very ample bosom with open arms, comforting me by saying, "Of course, honey! I love you dearly! Just learn to follow the rules and do whatever I say and things will go a lot more smoothly. Okay?" I nodded, unable to speak as her enormous breasts smothered me in her embrace. I looked up to see she and her mother wink at each other just as she grabbed the lotion to rub into my deep red bottom before sending me on my way.
Not long after this titillating scene, my wife asked me politely to go to the store for her and get her medicine, as I had promised I would do if she cooked dinner and cleaned the dishes. She had fulfilled her end of the bargain and felt I should live up to mine. I had been rude to her all day, and I continued this streak as I rudely answered for her to get it her own damn self. Instead of flying off the handle, she straightened her back, lifted her chin and warned me with slight smile and a knowing look in her eyes, "Now, you know what will happen if you don't, right?" My mother-in-law answered for me with a conspiratorial grin of her own, "Yeah, you saw what happened to that guy just now, didn't you?" Feeling small now, I made the wrong move and puffed out my chest as I pridefully challenged them by saying, "You can try." My wife corrected me, "I wear the pants in this family, and you'll accept my discipline and do as I say or you will suffer the consequences." Still full of my foolish pride, I retorted, "Yeah, right, *****." My wife, the slight smile and look of absolute confidence never leaving her visage, warned me one last time, "This is my last warning. You know what's coming if you refuse me, and you know that I will do it right here, right now." My confidence buckled as I imagined the many other times my wife had easily manhandled me before, using her dominant size advantage and wrestling skills to easily take control of me. Also, having been spanked before in front of her girlfriends, I didn't have to see the look in her eyes to tell that she meant it, too. However, the giggle from my mother-in-law at my wife's veiled threats stiffened my resolve, and I foolishly answered, "Do it, *****."
"Uh oh," my mother-in-law said with a laugh as my wife moved to the center of the couch, hiked up her nightgown and invited me over her lap with two soft pats of her left hand on her ample left thigh as she softly commanded me, "Okay, come on." She kept her smile despite my laugh and simply repeated her request, her voice soft yet full of steel and determination. She kept her compusure as I lost mine each time she calmly repeated her insistent request. Finally, she insisted, "You may either pull down your shorts and your panties and lay your bottom across my lap for a spanking or I will do it for you." My confidence now broken, a pleading tone tainted any possible resistance behind my weak refusal, and my wife promptly stood up and started towards me to fulfill her promise. I stood and tried to bolt, but my wife's long, powerful arms grabbed me and pulled me towards her. Holding my left bicep firmly in the iron grip of her left hand, she reached down with her right and shoved down my shorts and panties, working them the rest of the way around my ankles as peals of laughter erupted from my mother-in-law's lovely mouth. She laughed both at my ridiculous predicament and at the laughably small size of my pathetic excuse for a penis, which had become quite erect during the racy scene we had just seen. All resistance ceased at this point on my part, for even though it wasn't the first time my mother-in-law had seen my tiny penis, it was still just as embarrassing, especially with my tiny erection. My wife pulled me across her ample lap as she seated herself in the center of the couch for maximum comfort on her part, opening and closing her powerful thighs like a trap to lock my little erect penis inside for additional control over any unwanted movements on my part. She wasted no time in raising and lowering her powerful right arm so that her hand, as hard as steel, found its waiting and helpless target in my bare bottom. She hit with both power and grace as she mercilessly yet skillfully gave her attention to both bottom cheeks. I attempted to squirm, but her thighs gripped my erect little penis too tightly, and her left hand held me secure after my erection subsided. I kicked, screamed and cried, but all to no avail as her powerful blows lay to rest upon my soft, fleshy buttocks. Without stopping, she soon asked her mother to find and deliver that old trusty wooden spoon with the large round head with which both my wife and my mother before her have burnished their discipline upon my backside. She never missed a beat as she changed implements from her throbbing hand to "old trusty," as she called my special little wooden spoon. My bottom rapidly changed colors like a chameleon from white to pink to red to crimson as her blows rained down powerfully and swiftly on my behind. By this time, after only a few swats with old trusty, I gave up and went limp, bawling and wailing and carrying on like a baby, and she knew she had me.
After about ten more light swats with the wooden spoon as a reminder, she let me up. I didn't even attempt to cover my tiny little 1" soft penis, even with my mother-in-law fixing her eyes upon it, as if in disbelief that a grown man could actually be that small. Looking into my eyes, she chided me sweetly yet firmly, "I guess you should have done as you were told, huh? Now, you've been really embarrassed, with me seeing you spanked like a little boy and seeing your tiny little penis. Maybe you need to apologize to her for being rude to her and acknowledge that she does, indeed, wear the pants in the family." I nodded silently like a punished little boy before turning to face my wife, my tiny penis still out for the world to see and my pants around my ankles. "I'm sorry, honey. You were right, and I was wrong. You do wear the pants in this family, and I was wrong for challenging you. Furthermore, I lied when I said you weren't, because I know full well you are. I was wrong to call you a bad word and embarrass you, especially in front of your mother, and I am sorry. Do you forgive me?" A warm smile spread wide across my wife's face as she welcomed me into her very ample bosom with open arms, comforting me by saying, "Of course, honey! I love you dearly! Just learn to follow the rules and do whatever I say and things will go a lot more smoothly. Okay?" I nodded, unable to speak as her enormous breasts smothered me in her embrace. I looked up to see she and her mother wink at each other just as she grabbed the lotion to rub into my deep red bottom before sending me on my way.
By:
littlepecker
Age:
36-40
,
Male
