Sam and Anna were in their backyard with their close friends, Miriam and John, enjoying a quiet summer barbecue.

They had been together for six years and were the kind of couple others envied. They shared the same interests and were genuinely best friends. They got along easily, were rarely bored with each other, and when misunderstandings came up, they dealt with them quickly and moved on. Anna was a few years older than Sam, but it had never mattered to either of them, and most people did not even notice the difference.

About a year earlier, they had moved to a small seaside town. At the time, they worried they might leave their social life behind, but soon after the move, they met Miriam and John. They had always been comfortable on their own as a couple, but having friends with whom to share their interests was something they valued deeply.

The two couples met in a place where lasting friendships rarely form: a nude beach. Sam and Anna had practiced nudism since the beginning of their relationship and had recently discovered several beaches near their new home. Over the years, they had encountered all kinds of people on nudist beaches, but most were either freaks looking for sex or swingers hoping for a group fuck. Because of that, they never imagined that the naked couple who greeted them one day would end up becoming close friends.

Instead, the four of them got along surprisingly well. There was no sexual tension between them, only an easy connection, and they quickly discovered they shared many interests, including a strong passion for the mountains. From there, a genuine friendship grew. The two couples began meeting often and spent a great deal of time together at home, on the beach, and in the mountains.

They had chosen to spend that day together because a mountain hike planned for the following days had been canceled. Anna had just started a new job, and an unexpected situation forced her to work through the weekend. At the same time, John was stuck trying to finish a delayed project and had no choice but to work as well.

Miriam took the cancellation hard. She had been genuinely looking forward to the mountains, and Sam suggested the barbecue mainly to lift her spirits.

The four of them talked, weighed options, and made tentative plans for the future, but Miriam’s frustration only grew more visible. Then Anna surprised everyone with an idea no one else had voiced.

“Miriam, why don’t you and Sam go to the mountains anyway?” she said. “That way John and I can focus on our work without worrying, and you won’t have to miss the trip because of us.”

John immediately agreed. “Yeah, that actually sounds like a great idea. We know each other well enough for it not to be strange. We trust each other.”

The thought clearly lifted Miriam’s mood. “If Sam’s okay with it, I am too.”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Sam said easily.

After that, the atmosphere relaxed even further. The only exception was John, who kept drinking and slipping into increasingly bad jokes. It began to irritate Miriam, and she reminded him more than once that he had had enough and should stop.

At one point, after noticing John open yet another beer, Miriam huffed and said firmly, “John, enough. If you really want to prepare me a switch on the way home, I won’t stop you.”

Sam and Anna burst out laughing. Anna added jokingly, “Someone’s been naughty. Someone’s in trouble.”

John tried to keep his tone light. “We don’t cut branches off trees. We’re environmentalists, remember?”

Miriam gave him a teasing look. “It’s for a good cause,” she said. “That seems to get overlooked.”

They joked about it for a while, then the conversation moved on. Miriam’s threats were nothing new and had always been treated as jokes. Still, Sam had noticed something that didn’t quite fit. Miriam never used a joking tone when she said those things, and John’s reaction always seemed off. His face flushed, his smile stiffened, and although he tried to laugh it away, his mood shifted. The more Sam watched, the more uneasy he became, and his thoughts began to drift in unsettling directions.

Miriam was clearly the more authoritative one in her relationship with John. They even joked that she was the one wearing the pants. Anna, by contrast, tended to turn her anger inward, becoming frustrated and letting tension build between her and Sam. Miriam was different. She was impulsive, almost volcanic, and when she was angry, her tone alone could feel intimidating. Still, going from that kind of authority to actually punishing John with a switch felt like a stretch. And yet, Sam could not stop himself from considering the possibility.

The next morning, Sam and Miriam left early and drove to the mountains. After three hours on the road, they packed their backpacks and started the hike. They walked most of the day before reaching a secluded hut, hidden off the trail and known to very few. They planned to spend the night there and return the next day by a different route.

Once they arrived, they divided the tasks naturally. Sam gathered wood, and Miriam took care of the hut. The place was simple, but the isolation suited them. Sam fetched water from a nearby spring, Miriam warmed it, and after washing and settling in, they sat down with a glass of wine and began to talk.

The atmosphere was easy and relaxed. Still, Sam kept replaying Miriam’s threats in his mind, from the night before and from other moments as well. After a few glasses of wine, he finally spoke.

“Hey, Miriam. We’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling. “Best friends.”

“Then can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

Sam hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “Last night,” he said finally, “you threatened John about making him cut a switch to punish him. And I’ve noticed you do that a lot.”

Miriam shrugged. “That’s how I am. When I get angry, I make threats.”

Sam went on, more carefully now. “I know we joke about it. But every time you say it, John turns red and his mood shifts, no matter how much he tries to laugh it off. And you never sound like you’re joking. I just keep wondering if there’s more to it than that.”

Miriam paused. “I wasn’t expecting that question.”

Sam flinched and rushed to backtrack. “You’re right. That was stupid of me. I crossed a line. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”

“No,” Miriam said calmly. “It wasn’t a stupid question. We’re close enough for you to ask.”

“I just don’t want this to affect our friendship,” Sam said quickly. “You don’t have to answer.”

Miriam smiled. “Our friendship is unbreakable.” Then her tone shifted slightly. “And you’re right. None of the threats you’ve heard were empty.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “You mean last night you beat John with a stick?”

Miriam shook her head. “Last night it was a hairbrush and a cane. The switch was just a warning, a way to let him know what was coming. Other times, I’ve used plenty of switches and other implements too.”

“That sounds painful,” Sam said quietly.

“It’s spanking,” Miriam replied evenly. “Of course it hurts. John learns from it, it clears my frustration, and in the end, we’re both happier.”

“So let me be sure I understand,” Sam said. “When John upsets you, you decide it’s time to teach him a lesson, and he agrees to be spanked?”

“Pretty much,” Miriam replied. “I tell him when something about his behavior bothers me. If it doesn’t stop and I decide it’s time to punish him, he knows there won’t be another chance, and he accepts it.”

She paused, then went on calmly. “Spanking helps me release my anger. You could call it revenge, but that’s not quite right. I never spank him in anger or hatred. I spank him with love, thinking about what’s best for him and for us as a couple.” The pain is meant to make him understand he made a mistake and to make sure he doesn’t repeat it.”

“Wow. I never would have expected that,” Sam said. “I thought it was one of your games, not something this serious. And he’s really okay with it?”

“Yes,” Miriam replied without hesitation. “We’re calmer. We get along better. He knows his place, and he trusts me completely.”

She continued, just as calmly. “He doesn’t like spanking itself, but he values it. He told me he feels loved and safe when I spank him, like someone cares enough to correct him when he’s wrong. And there are other benefits too.”

Sam took a moment to process that. Then he asked, unable to hide his curiosity, “What kind of benefits?”

Miriam laughed softly. “You’re very curious, Sam.”

Sam caught himself and backed off at once. “You’re right. Sorry. I keep overstepping.”

“It’s all right,” Miriam said calmly. “You seem genuinely interested. Have you ever been spanked?”

“No,” Sam replied. “Never.” There was a note of regret in his voice he hadn’t intended to reveal.

“And you’re curious what it’s like?”

Sam frowned. “More intrigued than curious,” he admitted, then added, blushing, “But yes. Curious too.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Miriam said gently. “It’s perfectly normal to be curious about things you don’t know. I understand your interest completely. I probably would have felt the same if I hadn’t grown up in a home where discipline was enforced by spanking.”

She went on without hesitation. “I was over my mother’s lap myself, only a few times, but I never forgot it. And as I grew up, I watched my brothers receive their well-deserved punishments again and again.”

Her tone remained calm, almost matter-of-fact. “All of that taught me something important. No matter how much I explain it to you, you won’t fully understand it just by listening. Spanking isn’t only painful. It comes with a whole range of feelings and sensations that can’t really be put into words.”

She looked at him steadily. “That’s why the only way to understand it is to experience it yourself.”

Sam blinked, even more intrigued than before. “You mean… get spanked?”

“Yes,” Miriam replied with a small smile.

Sam hesitated. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Look,” Miriam said evenly. “I know this is a decision you have to make for yourself. But they say you’re never too old for a spanking.”

She let the words hang for a moment. “This might be the right time for you to find out what it’s really like. And I’m willing to show you. We’re alone out here. No one will bother us. If there ever was a perfect moment, this is it.”

Sam shifted in his seat, clearly unsettled. “You mean… you spanking me?”

She continued calmly. “Yes. You’ve been curious for a while now. You didn’t ask me all those questions by accident. It’s more than simple curiosity. There’s something deeper there, even if you’re not ready to admit it yet.”

Sam shook his head slightly. “I really don’t think I can, Miriam. I’m sorry.”

“You know better,” Miriam said calmly. “I think it would be best for you to sit with it for a while. Take a walk. Get your thoughts in order.”

She paused, then added, almost casually, “We don’t have any proper implements here. So if you do make up your mind, I want you to cut a switch from the forest. If you bring it to me, I’ll know exactly what to do next.”

Her smile returned. “After all, the switch started all of this. And if you decide to go through with it, that’s what you’ll experience. I’ll show you exactly what’s waiting for John every time after those threats you’ve heard so often.”

Sam nodded, still trying to process it all. “Okay, Miriam. I’ll think about it.”

"Take your time," Miriam said easily. “I want you to know that whatever you decide, I’m with you. This stays between us, and our friendship won’t change, no matter the outcome.”

She smiled faintly. “And if you do decide to prepare me a switch, make sure it’s young and flexible. We don’t want a stiff one.”

Sam nodded, still unsettled. “Okay. Thank you for being so open and understanding.”

Sam’s mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts. He was curious, deeply intrigued, and at the same time unsettled. He couldn’t understand where this fascination with spanking had come from. He had never seriously thought about it before, yet since Miriam had started hinting at it, the idea had taken root and kept growing. Everything she had told him only made it harder to ignore.

He decided to take a walk and think it through. Miriam’s offer was tempting, and part of him believed that going through with it might finally quiet his thoughts. Otherwise, he knew they would keep circling in his mind.

Sam had always seen himself as an alpha male. He liked being in control, making decisions, and knowing where he stood. And yet, ever since meeting Miriam and seeing how calm and commanding she was, he had felt drawn to that kind of authority. He had often wished Anna were more dominant. Somewhere beneath his confidence, there was a submissive side he had never fully acknowledged. The idea of giving up control, of being at Miriam’s mercy, no longer felt disturbing. It felt exciting.

With those thoughts still weighing on him, Sam began scanning the trees. He stopped at one that felt right, its branches long, straight, and flexible. Unsure how thick a switch should be, he cut two: one thinner, one thicker. Preparing his own instruments for punishment excited him more than he had imagined, sending a clear jolt of arousal through his body.

Branches in hand, he headed back toward the hut, his thoughts racing. How painful would they be? Probably very painful; Miriam had been clear about that. Still, he trusted her. John had endured her discipline more than once and survived. So would he.

As the cabin came into view, Sam felt his resolve drain away. What had seemed tempting minutes earlier now felt ridiculous and humiliating. The part of him that prided itself on control pushed back hard. Just before reaching the door, he gave up and tossed the branches into the grass.

Inside, Miriam was reading. She looked up and smiled, her eyes flicking briefly to his empty hands. Whatever disappointment she felt, she didn’t show it.

They exchanged a few polite words, then Sam picked up a book. He stared at the page without taking anything in. After a while, Miriam got up and went outside, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

A few minutes later, the door opened. Miriam looked at him and spoke in a warm but firm tone.

“Sam, there are two freshly cut branches in the grass. They weren’t there before. Are you going to prepare them for me, or not?”

Sam felt his face burn. “I wanted to,” he said uncertainly. “But I changed my mind.”

Miriam had already seen the branches. She understood immediately what had happened. Sam had lost his nerve, but the fact that he had cut them at all told her everything she needed to know.

“It doesn’t work like that,” she said calmly. “You thought about it. You reached a point where you were determined. In fact, you cut two branches, just to be sure.”

Sam lowered his eyes. “Yes. I thought about it. And yes, I cut two because I didn’t know how thick they were supposed to be.”

“Then we’ll finish what you started,” Miriam said. “The branches you chose are very good. I want you to prepare both of them for me. Clean off the leaves and twigs. Make sure there are no sharp edges.”

She watched him closely. “I know you like to carve. You’ll do a careful job.”

Then her voice hardened slightly. “When you’re done, I’ll be here to show you, firsthand, exactly what John gets when he’s a bad boy.”

She paused, making sure he was listening. “And I want to be very clear. I decide how much and how hard the spanking will be. There will be no negotiation. You will obey me. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” Sam said, hesitant and flushed.

“Good,” Miriam replied. “Then go and do what you have to do. I’ll wait for you here.”

Sam picked up his favorite knife and went to retrieve the branches. He couldn’t believe how strict and intimidating Miriam had become. He felt unable to resist her, and more unsettling still, he realized he didn’t want to. The conversation had left him exposed and off balance, and a shiver ran through him. It was unfamiliar but strangely satisfying. Even exciting, as his cock strained painfully in his pants.

He knew he had crossed a point of no return. He would not dare challenge Miriam now or try to escape what he had agreed to. The unknown frightened him, yet his body betrayed him, heat rising, his stomach tight with nervous energy. Fear, anticipation, curiosity, and shame collided inside him, and the mix made him feel intensely alive.

Sam set about preparing the switches, the simple task sharpening his anticipation. He worked slowly and carefully, trimming leaves and smoothing the wood until nothing felt rough or uneven under his fingers. When he was done, he examined his work, bent each switch to test its flexibility, and then gave a few tentative swings through the air. The sharp hiss they cut frightened him.

He stood there for a moment, hesitating, then gathered his courage and went back inside.

Miriam was waiting for him, seated comfortably in an armchair. She looked up with a restrained smile. “Just in time. Let me see what you’ve prepared for me.”

Sam stepped closer and held the switches out to her. His face burned, and he struggled to meet her gaze.

Miriam examined the switches briefly, then nodded. “They’re very well made. I’ll use both. They’re different in thickness and will feel different, but each will teach you what I want you to learn today.”

She set them aside. “For now, we’ll start with a proper spanking. You’ll go over my knee first. That will prepare you, physically and emotionally, for the switches.”

Her tone left no room for doubt. “Go to the table. Get a chair and place it in the middle of the room.”

Sam obeyed at once and positioned the chair. Miriam sat down, steady and composed. Sam stood in front of her, burning with excitement, his face flushed, too ashamed to meet her eyes.

“I always spank on the bare bottom,” Miriam said calmly. “It’s the only way that makes sense to me.”

“Oh,” was all Sam managed to say. His face flushed even darker, and fear flickered openly across it.

“You didn’t expect that?” Miriam asked.

“I didn’t know what to expect,” Sam admitted, his breath unsteady. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

“Now you know how this works,” Miriam said, her tone firm and final. “So you’ll need to take your pants and underwear off if we’re going to continue.”

With shaky movements, Sam unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. When it came to his underwear, he hesitated, his face burning with embarrassment.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked plenty of times,” Miriam said, irritated by his hesitation.

“Yes, but this is different,” Sam managed to reply.

“Different, my ass,” Miriam snapped, and with a firm motion she grabbed his underwear and pulled them down to his knees.

She stopped short, surprised. “Oh. It really is different,” she said, then added dryly, “On the nude beach, you didn’t have a hard-on.”

She shrugged it off. “It’s not unusual. And I promise you, once we get started, you won’t have one. Now get over my knees.”

Sam did as he was told, almost relieved that at least his position hid his erection, even though the way it pressed against Miriam’s thigh made it obvious she was still aware of it.

It was a completely new and deeply humiliating position. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and stripped of control. Miriam’s hand began to trace slow circles over his buttocks, sharpening both his anticipation and his excitement. With her other hand she gripped his hip firmly.

A moment later, the first spank of his life landed on his right buttock with a sharp crack. Before he could process it, a second followed on the left. The sting was mild at first, but the sound startled him, and he flinched, letting out a low grunt. Then the blows settled into a steady, almost military rhythm. His bottom grew hotter with each spank, the sting deepening, turning increasingly uncomfortable.

Sam began to squirm over Miriam’s lap, but she tightened her grip on his hips, holding him firmly in place. He felt helpless. His bottom hurt more than he had expected, yet as his resistance faded, the position began to feel strangely natural. Mesmerized by the power Miriam held over him, he sensed that despite the pain, he was exactly where he was meant to be and that the experience would teach him more than he had imagined.

Miriam kept striking the same area again and again, sometimes dropping lower to the tops of his thighs, pushing his endurance further with every blow. Sam struggled more and more, his groans growing louder despite himself.

Miriam felt completely in her element. Sam’s reactions, his sounds and protests, felt like a reward, a clear confirmation that she was doing exactly what she should. Once she was satisfied that his bottom was evenly flushed a bright, angry red, she stopped.

Sam was breathing hard. She gave him a few seconds to recover, then told him to stand up.

“See?” she said calmly. “I told you your erection would go away.”

And it had. Sam no longer felt aroused; his bottom hurt too much for that. Yet he also felt strangely settled, certain he was exactly where he should be. Miriam’s dominance held him completely. In that moment, his strongest urge was simply to please her. He was ready to submit, to accept whatever punishment she chose to give him next.

The pain frightened him, but beneath it there was a deep calm, even a quiet happiness. He, the self-assured alpha male, had lost control and was yielding to a powerful woman, and it felt natural. Right. For the first time, he understood that this was something he might have needed all along.

“Lean over the back of the chair,” Miriam instructed, her tone firm. “Hands on the seat. And if you don’t want extra strokes, do your best to stay in position.”

Sam did as he was told and took the position.

“Spread your legs wider,” Miriam instructed.

Sam felt acutely exposed, aware of how vulnerable the position left him, knowing that his testicles hung visibly between his legs and that Miriam could see them. The realization was deeply humiliating.

“That’s better,” Miriam said, then continued calmly, “Hold the position. It’s going to hurt you a lot more than it did before. But this is exactly what John gets in the end, and that’s what I promised I would show you.”

She paused deliberately. “Take a deep breath. Keep your bottom relaxed. And I promise you, you’ll survive.”

Sam felt the switch brush slowly across his buttocks, a deliberate warning that made his stomach tighten. He knew the first real blow was coming. A moment later, the switch drew back and snapped forward with a sharp swish. The impact landed squarely across the center of his buttocks, blooming into a fierce burn that quickly spread outward.

The second stroke was just as accurate, but this time the pain was easier to accept. He knew what was coming now. He gripped the edges of the chair and managed to hold the position, his body tense but compliant.

With each stroke, the sounds he made grew harder to contain. He couldn’t stop them. His eyes began to sting, and before long he felt tears spill over.

He could hardly believe Miriam was making him cry like a child, but he knew John must have gone through the same thing. For a moment he tried to fight the tears, then gave up and let them fall freely. The release surprised him. It was emotional, raw, and before long, he realized he needed it.

Suddenly, Sam heard Miriam’s voice, calm and instructive.

“That was the thin switch,” she said. “It stings more. The pain stays close to the surface. Now I’m going to introduce you to the thicker one. The pain will be deeper.”

She paused briefly. “You’ve done very well so far. I’m impressed. But your punishment isn’t over yet.”

Only seconds later, the first stroke of the thicker switch landed, and Sam cried out again. He could feel the difference immediately. The pain reached deeper this time, heavier, even though the sharp surface sting was less intense. For a fleeting moment he couldn’t tell which he found harder to bear.

He didn’t have time to think it through. The strokes kept coming, and all his attention was swallowed by the effort of enduring them.

The whole experience felt strangely therapeutic. He struggled to endure the overwhelming pain, yet somewhere beneath it he felt settled, fulfilled, as if everything finally made sense. He couldn’t explain how his body and his mind had split apart, how, through the suffering of one, the other felt protected and whole. Anyone hearing such thoughts would have thought him mad, and in those moments, he wasn’t entirely sure they’d be wrong.

Eventually, the strokes stopped. Sam was allowed to remain in position for a while longer, breathing hard, his sobs fading into weak, uneven breaths.

At last, Miriam told him to stand and face her. His vision was blurred, his eyes still wet with tears, and he struggled to make her out clearly.

“You did very well, and I’m very proud of you,” Miriam said. “Before we finish and I give you permission to rub your bottom, I want you to stand for a few minutes in that corner with your hands behind your head. I want you to process the pain and the whole experience for a while. Now go.”

Sam obeyed and stood in the corner, feeling like a naughty child. His bottom hurt badly, the entire area still burning. Behind him, Miriam relaxed in the armchair, completely at ease, admiring the result of her handiwork.

He still felt totally under her control, and as the pain slowly subsided, his cock hardened again. After all that suffering, his body and subconscious were sending signals his mind couldn’t fully understand. He felt more and more aroused by the whole experience, and there was nothing he could do to stop his growing erection.

Finally, Miriam told him to turn and face her. Seeing his erect penis, she smiled and said, “Wow. Your soldier is already standing at attention, on duty.”

“Sorry,” Sam said quickly. “I don’t know what’s going on. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Miriam replied calmly. “It happens. And it already says quite a lot about you.”

“Like what?” Sam asked, still blushing deeply.

“We’ll talk about it after you get dressed and recover a little,” she said.

“Okay,” Sam replied, then turned and walked out of the room.

He was relieved to be able to get dressed and no longer have to stand in front of Miriam with his erect penis on display. He was also eager to rub his ass, hoping to ease the pain. The welts left by the switches were very noticeable, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was surprised by how red his bottom was and how swollen the marks looked.

With each passing minute, the pain faded and slowly gave way to a pleasant, even erotic itch. He found that he liked the sensation. Once his eyes had cleared and he felt fully recovered, Sam went back to Miriam.

She greeted him with a warm smile and opened her arms, clearly inviting a hug. Sam stepped forward and embraced her. Standing like that for a moment, he felt protected and deeply loved.

“You did very well. I’m proud of you,” she told him.

“You did very well too,” Sam joked, then added sincerely, “Thank you for that lesson.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Miriam replied with a slightly devilish smile.

Miriam invited Sam to sit down. It was more painful than he had expected, but he managed to find a position that was at least tolerable. She poured him a drink, then asked gently, “Are you okay, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied with a smile. “If we ignore my sore bottom, I’m fine.”

“Come on, that’s not so bad either,” Miriam said lightly. “It’s only natural that your bottom will hurt for a while after a spanking.”

“Especially when the one delivering it is so skilled,” Sam laughed.

“Experience speaks for itself,” Miriam replied cheerfully. “And John would confirm that.”

They both laughed and took another sip of their drinks. After a moment, Miriam continued more seriously, “I’m glad you’re okay. When I saw those branches in the grass, I could tell you were determined to go through with it. You just panicked at the last moment. That’s when I decided to take control and help you let go. I hope I didn’t push you too hard, and that you’re not resenting me.”

“No, not at all,” Sam said quickly. “It was a lesson I truly think I needed. And thank you for satisfying my curiosity.”

“You were clearly curious,” Miriam said. “If I’d left it at that, it would have eaten you alive. That’s why I stepped in. And because I really enjoy spanking a naughty bottom,” she added with a laugh.

“I did need a push, I’ll give you that,” Sam laughed. “Besides, when you get serious, who could resist you?”

“So,” Miriam asked with a smile, “did you enjoy the spanking?”

“Did the tears look like enjoyment?” Sam replied dryly.

“No,” she said calmly. “But the erection did.”

“Ah. Sorry about that,” Sam muttered, embarrassed. “I couldn’t control it.”

“Stop apologizing so much,” Miriam said. “It’s perfectly normal. Tears are normal too. You know, John always gets an erection before a spanking, and he gets it back afterward. And he’s never short of tears either. I always make sure of that,” she added with a devilish laugh.

Then her tone shifted slightly. “And since we’re talking about erections, I owe you an explanation.”

She looked at him steadily. “The way you took the spanking, and the erection you had before and after, told me something important. Somewhere deep inside you, there’s a part of you that craves that kind of attention. You wanted to please me. You never once tried to cover your bottom or stand up. You’re stronger than me; you could have done that at any moment, but you stayed until the very last stroke.”

She continued calmly, “Something in you wanted to submit and give up total control. The erection before the spanking could have been a one-time thing, not knowing what you were getting into. But after the spanking, when your bottom was still stinging, red, and swollen, you were hard again. That tells me very clearly that you’re attracted to spanking and that you want to be dominated from time to time.”

She smiled softly. “That’s why I think you’d be much happier and more fulfilled if spanking had a place in your life in the future.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “You mean you’d spank me again?”

Miriam smiled. “I would, anytime. I enjoy it. But I don’t think I should anymore. I think Anna is the right person.”

“Anna?” Sam hesitated. “I never thought about it like that. The experience was stimulating, and I feel good now, but the spanking itself was hard. Still, the pain mattered. It helped me give up control and let you dominate me. I thought it was just curiosity, but what you said really got to me.”

Miriam nodded. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But I think it could help your marriage. John doesn’t like spanking either, nor should he. It’s punishment. But he’s always horny before it; he likes being dominated, and after, when I’m relaxed and he’s horny as hell, we have incredible sex.”

Sam smiled. “That’s more benefits than I expected.”

“Yes. And it helps us not stay angry,” Miriam said. “Look at you two. Anna gets frustrated, you both stay tense for days, and you just wait for it to pass. We resolve it quickly with a spanking. Then we have sex, and it’s like nothing happened. Only John’s bottom stays red and sore for a few days.”

Sam nodded. “Those tense moments are exhausting. But Anna isn’t like you. She’s not dominant. She’d rather withdraw and stay defensive.”

“Anna doesn’t know she has a choice,” Miriam replied. “She avoids confrontation and prefers frustration over conflict. But if she knew she had that alternative, she’d use it. I’ve talked to her enough to know that.”

She smiled knowingly. “Think about it and tell me tomorrow what you decide. I can talk to Anna, and I’m sure she’ll understand how beneficial spanking could be for you. And my intuition says she’d actually enjoy dominating you. Like you, she just needs a little push.”

Sam grew thoughtful. “Okay. I’ll think about it and let you know.”

“Perfect,” Miriam said. “Just remember, it’s a one-way path. You can always expect to end up over her knee for a well-deserved spanking.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, I know. Once you give someone that kind of power, they don’t give it up easily. I’ll think about it.”

They both went to bed early that evening.

Sam lay awake for hours, his mind racing. There was too much to process, too many possibilities to turn over. Around two in the morning, unable to stare at the walls any longer, he slipped outside for some fresh air near the cabin.

What was supposed to be a simple mountain hike had turned into something completely unexpected. That night, he knew he was facing a decision that could change his life. As he replayed everything that had happened and imagined the possibility of a more authoritative side hidden in Anna, his penis throbbed, painfully hard.

He retreated deeper into the forest and began rubbing his hardened penis, his thoughts fixed on Anna, on the image of himself over her knee, receiving a firm spanking on his bare bottom. With that image burning in his mind, he ejaculated and felt an overwhelming sense of release.

Back in the cabin, he fell asleep quickly. He was calm now. He knew what he had to do.

The next morning they packed their bags, tidied up the hut, and set off on the trail. The weather was perfect, and they were both in good spirits.

As they walked and talked, the subject inevitably returned to spanking.

“How’s your bottom, Sam?” Miriam asked.

“It still hurts,” he admitted, blushing slightly.

“Good. As it should,” she smiled. “So, have you thought about what we discussed last night? Do you want me to talk to Anna, or does it stay between us?”

“I have,” Sam said. “After some thought, I think you should tell her. I don’t know what will happen next, but it feels right. And beneficial.”

Miriam nodded. “I think you made the right choice. If I talk to her, I can guarantee you’ll end up with a very red, sore bottom quite often. You and John are alike that way. Good men, but prone to slip-ups. From now on, there will be someone to correct yours.”

Sam smiled back, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. Then he steadied himself. “So it looks like we’ll soon have one more thing in common.”

“As I said, I have no doubts,” Miriam said. “And this way we can still go to the beach even when you two have red bottoms. We won’t have to turn it down like before.”

“What? That’s why you sometimes refused?” Sam laughed. “You should both be spanked for that.”

“I suppose John will take my share too,” Miriam laughed. “In our couples, only the men get punished.” Then she added lightly, “We’ll just have to stick to our secret spot so no one sees your bottoms.”

The conversation drifted to other topics, and soon they reached the car. On the drive home they were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts, likely not so different from the other’s.

A little over two weeks after their hike, Sam woke up one morning feeling off and managed to irritate Anna badly before leaving for work. He regretted it later, but the damage was done, and he expected the usual days of tension before things settled again.

When he got home that evening, Anna was still at work. He went to the kitchen for a beer, hoping to unwind, and froze. On the table lay a wooden hairbrush, resting on a sheet of paper. His heart skipped, a shiver running through him.

He picked it up and read, "We need to have a serious talk when I get home."

So it seemed their problems would be resolved much faster this time, and in a far more painful way. Miriam had been right. A mix of fear and excitement spread through him, and his penis hardened almost instantly.

What followed was a long, intense spanking, first with Anna’s hand, then with the hairbrush. It made Sam cry and understand exactly how wrong his behavior had been. Anna was completely in control. Later, she admitted the spanking had turned her on, and the sex afterward was phenomenal.

From then on, spanking became part of their lives. Things between them improved beyond anything they had known before, and neither of them would have changed the new dynamic for anything. Their friendship with Miriam and John deepened as well.

One evening, after a barbecue and a few beers at Sam and Anna’s place, Sam suggested meeting at the beach the next day.

“Sounds good,” Miriam said, “except we’ll need our secret spot. When we get home, John and I are going to have a long talk about how stupid he was today.”

“Funny,” Anna added, smiling. “We’re planning the same kind of discussion after you leave.”

Sam and John both blushed.

The next day, the two couples relaxed on the nudist beach, chatting and sunbathing. When the men got up to swim, Anna and Miriam watched them walk away, their red bottoms marked with clear cane marks. They exchanged a look and laughed.

“We did a great job again.”