How Right I Was!

My mouth has always had a tendency to get me in trouble. As a kid and then later as a teenager my tendency to let fly with words without thinking led to some very painful experiences for my long-suffering bottom! At school I had to bend over to receive the board of correction a number of times while at home mom’s hairbrush rarely gathered dust for very long.
When I married Ray, the same problem with my mouth surfaced in our relationship, leading them to angry words and mutual frustration. Of course, we loved each other an awful lot, but it seemed rather too much stormy arguing and not enough peaceful cohabitation in our relationship.
Anyway one evening after a bit of a bad spell, we had a drive out to the park to walk and talk things over. After a time we sat on a bench. The park was deserted apart from us and we had a good kiss and a cuddle to make up. I felt bad, however, and I apologised to Ray for the problems I was causing. I also light-heartedly suggested that he might try my mom’s method of keeping me in order.

Now I didn’t realise I would be taken seriously but I think my short skirt and my winsome look must have decided the fate of my bottom that evening. For the next thing I knew I was bent over my husband’s knee. I wriggled and kicked and protested but Ray held me tight while he slipped my panties off my bottom. I was actually more worried someone would see us than I was about being spanked, but the park was absolutely deserted at that time of night and the sense of danger did add to the excitement. It all felt rather naughty and lots of fun.

My mind flashed back to the last time I was in this position, the evening before my high school graduation. I’d come in late and then let my mouth go when I was being told off by mum. In vain I protested I was too old to be spanked but over her knee I went for a good dose of the hairbrush on my bare bottom. I could still feel the effects the next day as I sat through the graduation ceremony!

I was brought back to the present by my husband’s hand smacking my bare bum cheeks. I yelped and squealed and wriggled but Ray was amazingly accurate with his hand and made sure every spank found its target in spite of the fact that it was dark. Probably my lily-white bottom showed up well! It certainly felt it had a real glow to it by the time Ray finished the spanking!

We were both by now wildly aroused and cut short our walk so we could go home and make love. I must confess I never realised how hard our car seat was until I sat my freshly spanked bottom on it, especially as Ray made sure I had my seatbelt well fastened! I pulled lots of faces at Ray but I loved him more than ever and couldn’t wait to get in bed with him.

When we got in our desire positively exploded and the sex we had was volcanic. As we lay together in each other’s arms with our naked bodies heaving from our sexual exertions, I teased my husband by asking him when he was going to spank me again.

“When you next need it,” he said.

I giggled.

“Very soon,” I thought.

How right I was!