Sarah stood by the bed and said “Kevin, its 11 O’clock. You should be up anyway.”
“But it’s the weekend” he sighed. He could see his wife looked stressed. She always did when it came to getting him to do anything around the house. He was generally a lazy person. He knew it. It made his wife very tense indeed.
“Yes, and there are things to do, like cleaning the house and shopping. It doesn’t just get done you know. Anyway, we need to talk.”
Even in Kevin’s half awake state he heard the sharp tone to his wife’s voice. He opened his eyes fully. He loved Sarah. She is 25 years old, a year older than himself, slim, goes to the gym so is well toned, with lovely long mousy coloured hair. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a white t-shirt underneath, which as always was worn tight across her breasts. He stared at her breasts. Imagined them naked. Beautiful. Soft. Warm. Maybe he should ask Sarah to get undressed, and have sex.
Sarah saw her husband ogle her body, and felt aroused. She had worn the tight t shirt specifically because she knew her husband drooled whenever she wore it. Just the right fit. He would be gagging for sex. But that would have to wait. She had other things on her mind.
“Hullo Kevin, I said we need to talk.” Sarah waved her hand in front of his face stirring him from daydreaming about her body.
Kevin now forced himself to sit up. He looked up at his wife again, and then his eyes were drawn to something she was holding. He blinked. Surely it couldn’t be he thought. Crikey, yes it was. The hairbrush. The very hairbrush his Mother spanked him with. Right up to the day before he got married. Long wooden handle. Large square wooden head. He had memories of that hairbrush. Sore ones. Tearful ones.
Sarah saw the look of recognition in his eyes. She let the hairbrush fall on the bed, and watched as Kevin’s eyes followed it, stopping still, wide open, as the hairbrush hit the bed.
“I’ve been to your Mother’s Kevin. We had a good chat, and she gave me this. I think you recognise it” she added with a touch of sarcasm.
Kevin looked up at her, mouth slightly open, and then back at the brush.
“You do recognise it don’t you Kevin” she repeated sharply.
That stirred Kevin. His mind was spinning. Sarah had been to see his Mother. Alone. This morning. She returns back with the very hairbrush that had been used to thrash him on so many occasions. And she needs to talk. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk, but knew Sarah would be insisting.
“So Kevin. We need to make some changes around here.”
Kevin looked up at her, his mind still spinning around. “Changes?” he whispered.
“Yes Kevin. Firstly I will be continuing the discipline regime you followed with your Mother.”
That hit like a bombshell. “What!” Kevin gasped.
“Exactly. In fact your Mother told me I should enforce that with giving you your first spanking straightaway.”
“What?” he said again, more quietly.
“Your Mother said I should give you a choice. Either you accept my spanking you now, or she will come over and do the job for me. Oh, and then have you go across my lap for a second spanking. That’s fair isn’t it Kevin, giving you a choice that is.”
Kevin wanted time to think, but he knew Sarah. She was a bit of a control freak. He loved her for it because she was so forceful, knew her mind, got what she wanted. At the same time she looked after him, did everything around the house, as well as working full time. He did hardly anything at all. Just eat the food she cooked, and watch TV whilst Sarah kept on going. He felt bad but never did anything about it. He was too lazy really, he knew.
Sarah knew all these things. She knew also it couldn’t go on. Mustn’t go on like that or else the marriage will fail. Kevin had to do his share around the house. So this morning she went to see his Mother. She didn’t recall him being so lazy when he lived at home. When she went over to his house Kevin was always jumping up to help. That’s when she told her. This morning over coffee. Kevin helped around the house because if he didn’t he knew he would make the a trip across the maternal lap for a bare bottom spanking followed by several dozen spanks with this very hairbrush.
“Right Kevin, let’s have that chat. You will lie across my lap. Or do you want your Mother to come over?”
Kevin had never really thought it through. He just assumed that once he left home his spankings would stop. He had always accepted his Mothers discipline and supposed he would have to now accept his wife’s.
Sarah put her hands on her hips which somehow displayed the white sleeveless t-shirt underneath to great effect. She had such lovely arms. A slight showing of muscle. Well toned. Smooth. She looked so sexy. She stared at him. The look he knew meant he had to do as she said. So sexy but so controlling as well. He usually found it simplest just to do what he was told when she looked at him like that. He knew he had to. His Mother spanked him so hard anyway, maybe Sarah will not be so severe. He pushed the covers away. He was only wearing briefs. It was too hot for pyjamas.
Sarah sat on the bed. Kevin crawled across to her, and kept going so he straddled her lap, before dropping down, his bottom neatly placed across her thighs.
“Lift up Kevin” Sarah snapped. Kevin did so and Sarah quickly pulled his briefs down.
“You won’t need these for a while Kevin” she said as she pulled them right down and clear of his legs, throwing them to the top of the bed. She rested her hand on his bottom, rubbing it gently, in circles, as she told him her plans for the day.
“First Kevin, I am going to spank you. Not too long but not all that short either. With my hand and the hairbrush. Understood?”
“Yes” Kevin said quietly looking back at her, admitting his resignation to his fate.
“Good. Then we will clean the house together. We will do half the rooms each. If you leave any mess after you say you have finished will result in a further spanking. Do you understand that as well Kevin?”
“Yes Sarah” he repeated,
“Good” Sarah said, clearly satisfied with the way things were going. Very pleased she had decided to have that chat with Kevin’s Mother.
Without any delay Sarah raised her hand and brought it down sharply on Kevin’s left bottom cheek, quickly followed with one on his right cheek. She continued alternating her spanks until each cheek was a deeper shade of pink. She then focussed on one cheek at a time, spanking the same cheek and as close as possible the same spot on that cheek a dozen times. She was rewarded with growing gasps from her husband as he started to struggle under the onslaught from his wife’s hand.
“Stay still Kevin. I won’t stop until I am ready. That’s what your Mother did wasn’t it.” She wasn’t expecting a response and just kept on spanking her husband. There was no let up. Sarah was fit from her trips to the gym and wasn’t even tired by the time Kevin first started to sob. The sound encouraged her, telling her she was getting through to her husband. He was learning what he was in for in the future.
Kevin stopped struggling. He knew struggling would get him nowhere, other than across his Mothers lap, and he didn’t want that.
Sarah was satisfied with her hand spanking, inspecting her husbands now dark pink bottom. He must have known he was being spanked well she thought.
“So Kevin, time for the hairbrush I think. Your old friend. It is always nice to see old friends again though isn’t it?”
Sarah was not going to make it easy for Kevin. She wanted to enforce her authority. Of course she already knew he was reasonably subservient to her, rarely arguing, and always accepting her decisions. But today it was much more important he just accepted her control, for the future.
Kevin sobbed a reply, a very whimperish “yes Sarah.” Good, she thought, yes Sarah has been his answer to most of her questions.
Sarah took hold of the hairbrush and tapped his bottom a couple of times. Even those light taps brought gasps from her husband. Anticipation she reckoned. He knew it was going to hurt. Sarah knew she was going to make it hurt. She knew how hard to hit. Kevin’s Mother had shown her by using it on a cushion. She knew how to make his bottom sting.
Sarah lifted the hairbrush and brought it down on his already reddening bottom. There was a loud smack as it hit home. Kevin howled and raised his bottom off Sarah’s lap as he bent his knees in pain, only to lower his bottom again and press his body down hard on Sarah’s thighs. Sarah smiled. This was an even better reaction than she had expected. Her husband taking the pain, squirming around on her lap, but making no attempt to get up. No attempt to resist.
Encouraged again she started plastering his bottom with spanks, a spank on his left bottom cheek, a couple of seconds gap, then a spank on the right bottom cheek. Another two second gap and a spank on the left bottom cheek. On and on she thrashed him. Kevin’s bottom bounced around as Sarah spanked him time after time. He was crying, making no attempt not to. Sarah kept spanking him to ensure he understood she was in charge, in control.
Kevin knew who was in charge. He never doubted it. He always accepted it. He just hadn’t expected to have to accept parental style discipline from his wife. But now he knew.
He was not even aware that the spanking had stopped. He knew he wasn’t bouncing around so much, but the pain was there. The blurred vision. The wetness running down his face. The sobbing. The pain he felt every time after one of his Mothers thrashings. He recognized the feeling well.
“OK Kevin” Sarah said. “I hope that has taught you a lesson. You will help me much more in future won’t you Kevin?”
Kevin didn’t answer. He was sobbing too much to form the words. Or at least so he thought. Six spanks with the hairbrush later and the question repeated by Sarah and he suddenly found his tongue.
“Yes Mum …erm I mean Sarah” he said quickly. Not too clearly. But Sarah understood.
“That’s Ok Kevin. It shows how much you know I am running things around here. Just like your Mum did at home. Good, so, go and face the wall for five minutes with your hands on your head. That’s what your Mum had you do didn’t she” Sarah stated.
Without a word a naked Kevin crawled off his wife’s lap and went over to the wall. He placed his hands on his head and placed his nose against the wall. He was still sobbing, and it took a couple of minutes before he started to calm down. He knew it normally took the whole of the allotted five minutes for him to recover from one of his Mother’s spankings, but much much longer for the stinging of his bottom to stop.
Sarah looked at her husbands very red bottom with some satisfaction. She would have been quite happy to still do all the housework just so long as she could spank her husband regularly. But his Mother told her not to do that. She will have plenty of opportunities to spank him as well as have him help her.
“Once time is up we will be doing the housework Kevin. I will do the lounge and you will do the dining room.”
Kevin could hear movement behind him but dare not look. He supposed his Mother had told Sarah the penalty for looking around when facing the wall.