The Special

My husband, Pete, and I had some real fun the other night in our ‘den’ – the converted basement we use when we want an evening frolic after the children have gone to bed. Well, this one came about because of one of my sister’s articles, in which she described one of her teenage misdemeanors which led to her catching  one of our Mom’s ‘specials’.

Being five years older than Jenny, I’d taught her how it was possible to make her school skirt shorter by rolling it up at the waist. I was never caught, but Jenny got a bit careless and Mom somehow found out was she doing.  And when Mom saw what rolling the skirt up it had done to the material of the skirt, my poor little sister was in real trouble. The fact she was sixteen at the time did not deter Mom from putting Jenny her knee and toasting her buns with the paddle.. During our teens, Jenny and I usually got paddled over our panties, but when Mom really wanted to show her displeasure and make a point, she gave us what we called a ‘special’ in which she made sure that our underwear did not feature in the proceedings!

It’s funny how things which were painful at the time are now a matter of amusement to us both, and the other week Jenny and I were laughing about this during an evening with our respective husbands. Jenny put on a practiced pout and said it was unfair she got spanked when I didn’t, especially as I’d taught her to roll her skirt up. However, I pointed out that I’d had my share of Mom’s ‘specials’ too when growing up. Like the time I was fourteen I was courting a boy called Mitch, who took me to this party one night. My parents had discussed it and said I shouldn’t go as they thought it was not suitable, but I told them I was going to the pictures with Mitch. However, after he called for me and we went to the party together. Sadly for me, my Mom happened to phone his mother to see check on what time we’d be home, and my deceit was discovered.

Having found out where the party was, Mom came and hooked me out, much to my embarrassment. We drove home in freezing silence but I knew Mom was real mad with me and I was going to ‘get it’. When we got in, Mom’s Latin temperament exploded and after much yelling I was sent up to get my nightwear on and then to repair to the spare bedroom where punishments were carried out. However, I had a long wait as Mom was so mad she wisely decided to have a bath to calm herself down before dealing with me. The waiting, however, just prolonged the agony and my stomach was doing flip-flops.
Jenny, who was nine at the time and should have been in bed, kept coming in to give me updates on what Mom was doing. Unfortunately for her, Mom came up a bit suddenly and caught her out of bed, so my little sister got the first fruits of the maternal wrath and retired to bed rather noisily with a few handprints on her stinging butt.

Mom then came into me. I could see that her wrath had not dissipated but, like wine, improved with keeping. She gave me a brief lecture which I didn’t need, then got the ping-pong paddle – a very light one which didn’t bruise but stung like the dickens – out the drawer and ordered me over her knee. I had put my panties on rather in hope than in expectation, but Mom, as she always did when she wanted to really make a point, lowered them and then proceeded, amid much yelling from me, to impress on my hind quarters the follies of disobedience. When I tearfully went to bed that night my butt was so hot that I wondered whether it would scorch the sheets. I felt really hard done by as I sobbed myself to sleep. The spanking had been a ‘special’ among ‘specials’ – but even then I somehow realized I had deserved all I got.

Well, after I’d recounted the story, we all laughed and the got on with a very pleasant evening. Jenny and I are as close as two sisters can be, despite the age difference, so we love to tease each other. She kidded Pete that perhaps he should give me a ‘special’ sometime, but I protested I was far too old for that sort of thing now. However, the look Pete gave me told everyone otherwise. It also caused me to blush bright crimson and ribald laughter from Jenny and Tom to ring round the room. The thought of their elegant choir leader getting a spanking obviously amused them no end.

As it happened, I got into hot water with Pete a couple of days later. I’d completely forgotten to tell him I had a choir engagement which I took the kids along to that afternoon. As luck would have it, Pete arrived home early and spent some time wondering where we were. I’d also forgotten to take my cell-phone with me, so when he rang, the phone answered him from the front room! Hence, when I finally got home, he was a little annoyed with me, as he’d been getting rather worried.

We try not to fall out in front of the children, so we reserved any pending hostilities until they had gone to bed. When we had got the kids tucked up, Pete led me into the front room and gave me a bit of a telling off. He told me how worried he was about me and the kids. I apologized and pleaded forgiveness, which he readily gave, like the super guy he is. God, how I thank you for such a wonderful, understanding husband at these times!

I still felt a bit guilty, though, so I put on my ‘little girl’ act and sat on his lap. We kissed deeply and felt our desire for one another’s bodies growing exponentially. It’s amazing how making up gets the juices flowing. Then, on a mischievous impulse, I giggled and whispered in Pete’s ear: “I have been naughty, haven’t I? Perhaps you should give me a ‘special’.” He grinned and kissed me again. “Right, Trish, you’re on!” he said. I then giggled a bit more and whispered in his ear: “See you in the Den in five minutes.”

I quickly retired to the bedroom and put on a sexy, short nightdress. I then had an inspiration to titillate my husband’s desires even further. I remembered that the meat dish we’d had for our evening meal had a label on it which said: ‘Remove cover before heating.’ I fished it off the packet and stuck it on the back of my panties, in anticipation of what might be happening in the very near future. I had butterflies in my stomach but they were altogether of the more pleasant variety. Being spanked by my husband wasn’t something we did very often but it was always a time of fun and intimacy which added a bit of spice to our lovemaking. And, of course, the spankings are never serious, only playful.

Pete whistled as I walked into the Den, which pleased me immensely. He really knows how to make me feel at my best. I walked up to where he was sitting on a chair and gave him a very long kiss. When we came up for air he gasped and said, “You are gorgeous. Let’s get on with it before I die of desire!”

He helped me across his knee (I love that bit!) and pulled what was left of my nightdress back. He then noticed the label stuck to the seat of my underwear. He perused it for a minute as if he could not believe it and then said incredulously: “Where did you get that?” When I told him he laughed and said, “Well, keep it – you might need it again!”

I then gave a shriek as he followed the instructions on the label and then shrieked some more as he smacked my buns quite a few times. The slaps landed with unerring accuracy, despite the fact I was wriggling like an eel. Of course, the slaps were only playful and didn’t really hurt, although my bottom did feel nicely warmed up when Pete finished. He then stroked my hind quarters lightly with his hand so by the end of it, we were both really turned on big time.

I sat my naked butt on Pete’s knee and we kissed for along time, allowing our tongues to play together, before collapsing on to the bed we kept in the Den. It sometimes takes time to work a woman up to a climax but not that time, as we fulfilled our love for each other in the gasping and writhing together that constitutes the act of love making of human beings. Some people like to see these things on the silver screen but Pete and I are convinced such sacred activities should remain behind closed doors.

When we had satisfied each other’s desires, we lay in each other’s arms for a long time, kissing and fondling each other as we repeated spontaneous vows of endless love. The sex, of course, was great, but far more wonderful to me was the fact that I had found such happiness and security with this wonderful man. The games had been fun, but it was the love that was ‘special’.

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