Mr.Irish

“Girl stick that bottom out! And don’t let me catch you rubbing it!” Vivian barks as she quickly approaches me. Without a sound Shauna nods her head, and straightens up in the corner of Vivian’s office. Her beautiful frame and fantastically reddened bottom on full display. Theres only been a handful of times where I’ve made her bare her bottom in corner time where someone could potentially see her. And each of those times I was in complete control of who could come and go. Obviously wanting to teach a lesson, but the added level of embarrassment for someone to come by and see a grown woman’s bottom out is too good of a lesson to pass up normally. But with that at least I could control if anyone would actually see it... But this, this was different. I wasn’t in control anymore. The pit in my stomach was growing ever larger, I felt woozy and weak and my knees began to quake, my head was spinning and fuzzy. In an instant the room went from a nice cool air conditioned office, to a boiling sauna. I felt for Shauna, I wanted to protect her, but I would seem inwas frozen in time. “Ben! What the hell were you thinking? This is your workplace! Not some clubhouse for you and your wife to screw around in!” I just stood there with my mouth open, but words wouldn’t come out. “Well boy? I’m waiting for an explanation!?” Still nothing, just silence and terror “Seems you’ve lost your voice, well very good then.” As she removes her coat she’s standing there in one of those long off white sweater dresses that comes just above the knees, and a pair of black leggings and a pair of dark flats. She definitely didn’t get dressed up. But why would she? It’s about 1am and she’s expecting to find me hurt on the floor somewhere, or at best sound asleep... “You know Ben, you were my best employee, and I mean that. But you’ve been screwing up an awful lot lately, and don’t think just because you’re not directly under me anymore that I haven’t noticed... I’m a firm believer that everyone needs a humble reminder every once in a while, and why should you be any different?” Her petit frame is even smaller than me in flats, while I’m standing about 4” taller in my work boots now, but that doesn’t stop her, in fact she doesn’t even miss a beat. As if she’s rehearsed this time and time again, she spins me around and pushes me forward until I’m completely bent over her desk. I don’t fight back, I can’t fight back. I’m beyond numb, the emotions running through my head have me completely compliant. “Let’s see if we can find your voice again, and start this chat hmm?” As I feel a sharp swat on the the back of my jeans, then another, then another. Then on the forth I feel my work pants hiked up, and a solid hard smack on the tight area, it Stung like hell for a second and I let out an audible “OUCH!” “Ah there we go so you do have a voice!” Stand up and turn around and look at me she commands. I do it, I turn around and look her in the eyes, my face must be as red as my Shaunas bottom at this point. “Tell me what why possessed you to do such a stupid thing here!?” “I - I - I thought it would be fun..” I choke to get the words out. Then immediately think Stupid Ben, why would you say that? Apologize don’t give excuses! My internal monologue is going about 100 miles an hour. “I’m sorry Viv, it won’t happen again!” “No! It won’t, and you lost privileges to call me By my name. Right now I’m Miss Page or Ma’am are we understood?!” She says in a stern school teacher voice. “Yes Viv, sorry! ma’am!” “Atleast tell me that your wife was being punished for something worthwhile and it wasn’t just play!” “No of course not! I punished her here friday ni...” I stop dead in my tracks. “You what? You had her here before and were fucking around like this on Friday too?!!” At this point Vivian looks livid, irate. And me, likely like a ghost... “Shauna! Here now!” Viv barks. Shauna puts her hands by her side and turns around, on full display, her perky breasts and lovely curves are as tantalizing as ever she walks and stand at attention to the side of Vivian. “Take off your husbands shirt, jeans, and his underwear. Fold them up and put them with your clothes” Shauna looks completely shocked and looks at Viv again. “Did I stutter? Let’s go girl! As she smacks Shaunas sore bottom once very hard. Shauna jumps and lets out a squeak and looks to me. I look her in the eyes and nod that it’s okay. She first grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, then she reaches for the front of my jeans and unbuttons them, then unzips the fly. Unknown to me at the time, all this excitement had me rock hard, with a full erection. As Shauna slid my jeans and underwear over my hips and over my manhood, she looked shocked at what was staring back at her, she stood up in front of me and faced Viv as if to spare me the shame or embarrassment. “Move aside Shauna, stand over there and watch. Your husband is going to get his naughty bottom spanked! And had he not done such a thorough job on you, you’d be right here with him!” That work “spanked” sent levels of excitement through my body, I felt, anxious and scared, but also exhilarated and strangely even turned on but all that changed when Vivian took full control. Shauna moving aside, Miss page was able to look at me completely for the first time, and fully erect. “A little excited I see, well I can promise you won’t have much use for that right now... now bend over the desk, and stick that bottom out!” I hear Vivian begins to talk in length as I’m adjusting into position. “So let’s recap here Ben. You don’t check your emails because Your wife was distracting you making the both us almost look like idiots to corporate... but instead of doing your job after you gave me Your word that you would get it done ASAP you bring her here to do god Knows what with, then not even a few days later you do it again... Then you don’t answer your check in texts from me, and give me a heart attack, thinking you were hurt or worse! And finally the icing on the cake is the front door was unlocked when I got here, showing I can’t even trust you with the most basic of tasks!” I flash a look to Shauna, at the mention of the door. and her head just drops! “That was me ma’am that wasn’t him! I opened it, Ben even said to lock it when I got here!” “Does she have a key to our office Ben? Viv looks at me and asks expectantly “Well no! Of course not!” I respond quickly! “So how’s she get in Then? Either you went downstairs to meet her and didn’t lock it up after, or left it unlocked and let her come in of her own volition... either way the blame is on you Ben! You know damn well There is a lot of foot traffic that passes by here! And we hold sesitive documents everywhere, and confidential files. If anyone had gotten in not only would they have gotten a little show with you two! But they could have ruined us if we lost some of those documents! You know, it seems you just have a habit of ignoring my instructions don’t you!” She exclaims. “Now here’s what we will do, Ben you’re going to get spanked right now, there’s no doubt about it. Shauna you would also be getting spanked tonight had you not been on the receiving end of two since Friday, as Ben so eloquently let me know. So be thankful I have a bit of compassion for you girl!” Shona nods in understanding but doesn’t say a word. “Now, Next weekend, you and Ben will be coming over to my house, get a sitter or do what ever you have to, I don’t care but next weekend you both will be getting spanked again by me. Shauna you will be spanked for your missteps here, about the door. And for distracting my employee on company time for frivolous things. And Ben for the same as well as abuse of my trust, and lack of care for my office, and lack of care of my personal belongings.” Do you understand?” Almost in unison, as if we rehearsed it, we both blurt “yes, miss page” “Good!” She says, her demeanour changes to almost a calm about her, knowing she will have our butts blistered again and another chance to hammer some lessons home her tone is almost compassionate, soothing like a mother’s. It’s almost fate I say safe? I’m put at ease, even despite knowing what’s coming. The dizziness and pit in my stomach is gone. “But Before we start, Ben tell me please, do you at least have the board room ready for everything before you started your little play session here?” She says in a calm expectant tone. “Uhh almost...” I sheepishly respond “ALMOST?!” The calm is gone, she is pure fire again and the pit in my stomach has returned bigger than ever. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ALMOST!!?” “I have like a hour, maybe two left! It’s not a big deal viv!” I blurt defensively “...not a big deal, you are unbelievable. And what did I say about my name?! You know what... no, we don’t have time for this right now.” She externally processes. I let out a small sigh of relief, here I am thinking I just got out of it, to get this job done... but that thought was interrupted very abruptly. “BEN, lay across my desk, now! LETS GO!” She barks. shocked I hustle and hurry to put myself face down laying on her desk. It’s first tough to manage, and position my manhood, and secondly the cold desk is a unwelcome surprise on my naked body. While adjusting I hear some rustling then feel the sharpest sting I’ve ever felt, followed by the loudest whipping crack sound. “OH FUCK!” I scream out in pain what the hell are you! I turn and look... in her hands is my very own belt, one I’ve spanked Shauna with countless times. But the embarrassment of being on the receiving end of your own belt, is almost too much to bear. “Quiet down! We haven’t even started! Shauna I hope you’re watching because this will be you on Saturday!” Vivian says with a devilish look in her eyes. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! A flurry of blows to my cold naked bottom all land, im rocking and protesting like a whimpering child My bottom is on fire, my erection, completely gone, I feel I’m in survival mode. Each lash with my belt stings worse than the last, and Miss page is starting to find her rhythm after about 3-4 minutes of non stop belting miss page stops. “Shauna, rub the sting out girl!” Vivian says while backing up. My bottom is on fire, and glowing dark crimson, I can feel shaunas gentle hands gliding up and down my backside, and where the belt has consistently landed I can feel a distinct bump on my skin. It’s beginning to welt already... I remember thinking to myself, I don’t want to let viv down, but I’m not sure I can do this. I wonder if I said that out loud because Shauna turns to viv and begs “Please miss page! He’s had enough, take it out on me instead!” Looking ahead at the far wall I suddenly feel a weight on my back as Shauna is pushed to lay down overtop of me! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! About ten hard and fast lashes land on her backside, and I hear her start To whimper, I feel tears on my back and before I can speak up, Shauna is hauled up, marched to the corner and lectured with her nose in the corner. “If I want your opinion I will ask, otherwise keep to yourself, or my kindness and compassion will run out for you Shauna, and mark my words I’ll spank That sore bottom of yours much worse!!” Vivian scolds her. For the majority of the night Shauna stayed in that corner, hands on her head, naked in vivians office, red welted bottom on full display... I can only imagine crying for me and the position I’m in. But at the same time worried that she might displease miss page and end up far far worse. “Now we’re far from over Ben!” CRACK “you’re going to change your phone to have different setting so you hear my emails.” CRACK “you’re not going to answer personal calls unless you have time, or they are emergencies” CRACK! CRACK! “You’re going to address me in public as Miss page, until you’ve earned the right of first name Basis again” CRACK! “You will not spank your wife until she has Come seen me on Saturday!” CRACK CRACK CRACK “you will do a full days work, and stop screwing around!” CRACK! “And you will finish up this board room, for no pay, as a volunteer as soon as we’re done since you wasted company time playing with your wife!” CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. The lecture went on and on, she would have me recite things back to her, to ensure I was listening. and it would be worse When i messed up, which I did, a lot. This went on from start to end for a solid 10-15 minutes. I was crying, begging for her to stop, asking for forgiveness and saying I’m sorry. But nothing was stoping miss page from delivering the thrashing I so deservingly earned over the past few weeks... when finally she stopped. No rubbing or massaging just the feeling of the belt being drug back and forth across my bottom expectantly. As if waiting for me to give any reason to start up spanking again. I looked back, and the sight was all sorts of red and purple, large welts across both of my cheeks, And then to viv, who was checking her watch. “1:35” she said out loud “I’m not done here, far from it Ben, but here what we’re Going to do. You have a hours worth of work you say? Get to it then...” and she gestures to the door. I sit up, and when the hard surface of the desk meets my bottom I cry out in discomfort. Rubbing my Bottom i feel a sharp lick of the belt across my hands. “Did i say to rub out the sting? To rub out your lesson? No I didn’t! So don’t let me catch you doing that again and we’ll start the lesson all over again and if we have to stay until 6am so be it!” She says while lining the belt up again. “I reach for my clothes” and hear a “ah ah” and viv is pointing to my tool belt in the main area, where I dropped it from when Shauna arrived. “Get to work, oh and don’t forget this” as she hands me my phone “let’s see if any lessons have been learned” I go to my belt and fasten it, completely naked, with my bottom on fire, the belt rubs against my sore bottom, and all my heavy tools do not help resting and pulling down on my hips stretching the sore skin. But I know I have to do this. I get to work, and thankfully what I have left is mostly finishing, and light jobs but not 15 min later my phone goes off, and I check it. An email, from Vivian. “Report to my office” - Miss page. I rush there as quickly as the galloping tool belt spanking my sore bottom will allow and i stand at attention In her door. “Just got your email miss page, what can I help you with.” I say eager to please. “You haven’t changed your email tone yet, it’s the same as before, you clearly didn’t listen... BELT, OFF. Over my knee!” In record speed like it was payday Friday I dropped my tool belt once again, and lie across her lap. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. Her small hands were like stone, all the years of working alongside us on job site had calloused them up, and somethings even working in a office can’t change. I’m kicking and wriggling on her lap, certainly not easy to hold onto I’d imagine, but she does. She wraps her legs around mine securing me in place. And spanks me harder and faster. After about 5minutes she stops, let’s me up, and says get back to work, and that we will be in touch soon. Knowing this is now a chance to prove I’ve learned my lesson I quickly hustle back and get to work. 5 min pass when I realize I still hadn’t changed my text tone! So I rush and do that before the next trip to her office. Every 15 minutes for the next hour or two would result in me receiving a email from miss page, rushing to her office, and getting spanked. Each spanking was shorter and shorter, but hurt all the same. I felt I was being conditioned, Do a good job, you will get spanked less, screw up you’ll be spanked more. If that was the intended lesson, it was being well learned at this point. One of the last visits of the night, Shauna was out of the corner, washing Miss page’s desk, from where I was lying on it. She, like me was working naked, and with some fresh red marks on her bottom and even more on her upper thighs. I had wondered if she’d been spanked again while I was away, but didn’t dare ask and Waste time, lest I’d end up back over Miss page’s knee. But my cock for the third or fourth time would betray me tonight, as I look at my wife thinking of what it must look like to have someone else spanking her let alone someone as attractive as Miss page, I feel it getting larger and erect again. I tried to hide it, as I lie across Miss pages lap again, but this time She had to hike her sweater dress and my cock sat right between her legs and leggings this spanking went on longer than the others, and each time I wriggled I’d feel vivs thighs clamp on my hard cock. And it would feel so nice, and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. That was until she had Shauna retrieve a hairbrush from her purse... the pain fair outweighed the pleasure now, and my erection would soon fade, but the spanking however would persist. Finally when I was let up to go back to work for the last bit of the job, I looked around and the board room was all set to go, the work was finally done! I went to retrieve Miss page for inspection. And hopefully to go home. It was pushing close to 3am at this point and Miss page upon inspecting my work was happy. She looked at Shauna and I, the products of her discipline, and told us both to bend of the board room table one last time. I reach out and hold Shauna’s hand, bracing for another flurry of the hand or the belt or even the brush, but rather instead, a cool sensation. I look back and Miss page is standing there and has a bottle of aftercare lotion applying it to both Shauna and I. The feeling of a gentle caress has me getting excited again. My cock is growing in size, and throbbing. Vivian leans into us and says, “I don’t care that you use the office to play in. I care that you disobeyed me, and that you did so With out an ounce of subtlety and discretion, I care that you both were naughty and didn’t finish work before you played. But now these issues have been dealt with and the others will be dealt with soon enough. As for these transgressions you’re both forgiven.” All the while I feel my cock moving back and forth, I look and I’m still holding Shaunas hand. There’s no way I think to myself as I look down and see Vivian has it in gripped firmly in her hand. Dumbfounded I look to Shauna, to expect protest, but she just looks to viv, and then to me smiles, then Says “baby, miss page and I had a talk... and it’s okay my love.” As Shauna gently kisses my shoulder then shudders and lets out a little moan, as I see Vivians other hand wandering into my well spanked wife as well... I don’t work graveyard shifts often, and won’t be in the habit of doing any again soon. But this one is one I won’t soon forget, as well the lessons learned. As for The lives of Shauna and I. Things just got a lot more interesting. To be continued...

From top to bottom pt.4 Fast forward to Saturday, the day is a little unlike most Ive had in a while, especially since becoming a new parent! I stayed up late the night before, so I could sleep most the day Saturday in prep for my long night shift ahead of me. My alarm goes off 430pm, the sun is still shining bright when I peel back the black out curtains we have in our bedroom. I hear my wife, baby, and dogs downstairs all making A ruckus. The familiar sound of chaos I’ve learned to love, I smile and walk down stairs. My wife is marching around the house frantically trying to get everything in order, and doing a fine job, if only a little frazzled. I sit down for a second and my Shauna rushes over to bring me a cup of coffee and a snack, I grab her by the waist, and she sits on my lap. Her face whinces from the sudden tenderness of her sore bottom on my lap. But she comes in for a big good morning (evening) kiss. “How’d you sleep? I hope we weren’t too loud for you!” She says. “I slept fine, no need to fuss over me, I sleep like a log remember!” I reply smiling. Still a little nervous, and timid she stands up and says to me “are you all set for tonight? Do you need help? I can help! You’ll just have to show me a thing or two! I just feel so bad! You know I jus...” “Baby!” I interrupt. “It’s okay, we dealt with this, I’m not mad or upset, everything is set for tonight and I’ll have the job done don’t worry! I can tell you’re nervous, Its easy to tell because you’re rambling. Do we need another trip over my knee so you’ll believe you’re forgiven?” “No sir!” she says with her head down but with a small smile peaking through. “Good!” I say, as I smack her bum as she turns to walk away. My shift is due to start at 7, so that gives me plenty of time to help with bath and bed for our daughter and still get there for my graveyard shift! I load up my tools, and fill my thermos full of hot coffee and snacks for the long night. And set off. At the door Shauna kisses me and catches herself from apologizing once more. Instead she says... “do you want another surprise visit tonight like we had last night? As she rubs up against me sliding her hand to the front of my jeans, I can get a sitter and come visit...” Smiling, and being a little sarcastic I laugh and say “do you really think your poor backside could handle that again?” Her sultry look quickly turns to shock, then a little pout then a laugh with a devilish smile. Before she has time to say anything I smile and say “Thank you baby, but I have to be all business tonight, maybe another time!” I kiss her once more for good measure and hop in my truck and set off. On my commute my phone rings the dash of my truck lights up “Vivian Page” feeling a lot better now that I have made some progress I answer with confidence. “Hey Viv! Just on my way to the office, how’re you?” “Good she says. Hey Ben, I didn’t get a response from you did you Check your emails this morning?” My heart sunk. That warm flushed feeling washes over me, no no no, not again. The long pause that was me having a internal crisis must’ve been enough for Vivian, as she busts out laughing. “I can just imagine your face already! Relax Ben, I’m just screwing with you!” A sigh of relief, and the stress instantly leaves. “Wow Viv, you know you may work in the office now, but they can’t take the construction worker out of you hey!” She chuckles back in reply, “sorry I couldn’t resist, but seriously what’s the plan for tonight? How far along did you get last night? Oh and make sure to keep the door locked while you’re working tonight, and set the alarm when you leave. I proceed and tell her my game plan, and everything that was done last night, but I can’t help day dream a bit about my beautiful wife bent over the desk with her rosy red cheeks being bared and spanked as soon as the word “office” is mentioned. “Ben? Ben? You there?” Vivian says in a slightly inpatient tone. I must’ve daydreamed and forgot I was talking on speaker phone. “Yeah sorry, spotty connection. So where was I...” When I’m done running through my plans for the evening and receiving a few extra things to do from Vivian, I hang up. And focus on the rest of my drive to work. Once there I unload and get set up. Being one of the leads at my work, I inspect the flooring guys work for deficiencies, and carry on to my fate for the next few hours. Feeling a really good groove, and having everything set up from the night before I start making really good progress. A few hours pass and I get a call from Vivian, just courtesy call checking in, and since I’m by myself just making sure I’m safe. She calls or texts every 30 minutes or so which is company policy for working alone. It’s now close to 11:30am things have went off with out a hitch. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and figure I have a couple hours of work left. I’m now Excited and feeling confident knowing I can finish my job and make sure neither Viv or I will look stupid in-front of the corporate big shots. Needing a different tool I take off to my tool bag, and I happen to walk passed the office where Shauna and I had our little “discussion” the night before, I see that on the desk, in almost poetic fashion are two small female hand prints in the dry wall dust, a little messed up of course, from Shauna wriggling from being bent over the desk. But they are there, glaring and obvious, staring at me plain as day. Walking towards it I see that the flooring was done in here already too, so that means workers from earlier would have seen these prints and at the bare minimum wondered what went on here... Feeling slightly embarrassed for leaving evidence behind, but also a little excited for the prospect of risk I pick up my phone And text Shauna. “Get a sitter, and wear something nice, the door is unlocked.” She simply responds with a heart emoji and I carry on. Knowing I have about a hour or so before she arrives I kick it into high gear. Knowing all to well after what is about to come, I won’t have any drive to finish this work when it’s over. So best get most of it done now. It’s now pushing 12:45 and I hear a voice. “Umm Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the office of Mr. Irish?” I look up, and there’s my beautiful Shauna, standing there looking like something out of a movie. Wearing a tan trench coat she opens it and drops it to the ground, she’s standing in a very sexy “suits esq” women’s business attire. A silky rose coloured blouse button up and a tight black pencil skirt. She has stockings on and some black heels. She’s straightened her Normally wavy brown hair, and pulled it into a tight ponytail, wearing her normal thick rimmed glasses. I smile wide a look at the stunning view, take off my tool belt and gloves and walk towards her! One thing you should know about my wife is she loves role play, she loves theatre and acting almost as much as she loves spanking. So we often combine the two, when this happens she seldom breaks character, especially since her inner theatre kid has already committed to a role. This is definitely a blessing for me, and keeps me on my toes constantly trying to keep up! Knowing this game of strangers she loves to play all too well, I look at her and reply “Mr. Irish you say? His office is right over here.” As I escort her into one of the nearest offices. “Is he expecting you... miss??” I say playing along with her “Bradshaw. You can call me miss Bradshaw. This is a new one I think to myself. She’s pulling out a new role for Mr. Irish to play with (my most used alias for such encounters) “And yes, he’s expecting me. Who are you! You dirty blue collared pleb!” She barks with an air of arrogance as she sets her purse down on the desk. “Who am I!?” Quickly trying to think of something... shit I think to myself “I can’t be Mr. Irish because that doesn’t fit with the aesthetic...” I Blurt put “I’m Mr. Irish’s personal maintenance man! I look after the whole building!” “Wow, so you are just a blue collared pleb! I don’t care about your position, what’s your name you simpleton?! Or do maintenance men just get numbers instead of names!” She barks with a side grin, she’s loving that I’m flustered and having trouble thinking of anything on the fly. “Well... no of course not! Miss Bradshaw, my name is uhh, Johnathan... Quick! And I’ve worked for Mr. Irish for many years, and he’s not once mentioned an entitled brat like you before!” Knowing where this could be going I see “Miss Bradshaw” switch gears “Well, sorry to waste your time, but I’m not here for you, John! I’m hear for Mr.Irish! So just tell him I’ve arrived!” As she smoothes out her skirt paying particular attention to the back where it’s tight on her bottom. She Waves her hand as if To “shoo” me away. Walking away to get changed into some more “Mr. Irish appropriate clothing” I stop and turn around “I’m sorry to tell you, Mr.Irish has gone home for the evening, and you’re Stuck with me.” I smirk a devilish grin. “Now why don’t you tell me why you’re really here to see him, dressed like that!” She stomps her feet and throws her Arms to her side, clenching her hands into fists! “Now listen here! I don’t know what you’re insinuating but I would never! You construction guys are all the same! 3rd grade reading levels with minds constantly in the gutter! Probably missing half your teeth too I bet! I don’t need this! I’m leaving!” As she marches towards the door I snatch her wrist. “Not so fast young lady!” As soon as those words leave my mouth, she Knows Mr. Quick is going to deal with this young city girl the best way he knows how! Her face and expression drops somewhere between excited surprise, and pleading of “please be gentle” from the spanking she received not but a day earlier. I march her over to the desk and sit down on it and pull her across my knee. Her tight skirt getting even tighter on her bottom now. I hear a small squeak as a position her a little better and put pressure on her bottom. I see her brace for the onslaught that “miss Bradshaw” had definitely earned. Once over my lap I raise her skirt, lifting her hips as I pull it over her volumptous, still rosy bottom. She’s wearing black thigh high stockings and her bottoms are these sexy blue Lacey panties that cover just enough that they could be considered protection. Looking and admiring my work from the night before, I poke her bottom and say “now young lady, it seems someone else was fed up with that mouth of yours already I see!” “Shut up John! You know nothing! I fell! That’s it okay! Now let me up this instant!!” She hisses at me. My heavy hand comes down with a large THWAP! And i hold it there as if to really send the message home “Miss Bradshaw. Don’t play dumb. We both know that these aren’t the the marks from a fall, you were spanked! Did Mr.Irish do this to you? Or do you just have a habit of being spanked by strange men?” I say in a jesting manner! “Okay fine! Yes I was spanked okay! It’s embarrassing and I don’t want to talk about about it! Please let me up John!” She says in a very sorry, pouty tone. “Mr. Quick. You will address me as Mr. Quick or Sir. And no, I will only let you up when I’ve spanked those rude words right out of your mouth! Do you understand!” Miss Bradshaw hangs her head in defeat, knowing that pleading is pointless now and she’s getting what she definitely deserves! “Yes sir, Mr. Quick. I understand why I’m being spanked. But could we hurry it up? I have another engagement I have to get to!” “So you want to be spanked Hard and fast you say? I can do that!” I reply slyly “NO! THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!” Miss Bradshaw hollers as her head rears back and her hand goes to protect her bottom I pin her arm behind her back and wrap my leg around hers to keep her still. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! My hand comes down in a flurry, for a solid 2-3 minutes a non stop onslaught of spanks to her already sore bottom. Her sexy blue panties do very little to help protect her and already the bruises from the previous spanking are showing through... her bottom goes from speckled pink to crimson red almost immediately. “OW! Ow! OWWWWW! YOU ASSHOLE! YOURE NOT MY FATHER YOU CANT SPANK ME!!” She’s still protesting. “LET ME GO OR ILL HAVE YOU FIRED!” I stop for a moment and rub her well reddened backside, and simply say “Miss Bradshaw, do you honestly think you’re the only one of Mr. Irish’s “flames” I’ve had to spank in my time? Why do you think I’m here, and he’s not...?” I hear a gasp and she looks back at me, First looking at her bum in shock at the deep red it is already, and secondly in horror that she was “set up” by Mr. Irish. “Yes sir, I understand sir. I’m sorry I was such a brat and treated you so rudely. But please be gentle! Mr. Irish spanked me earlier and I am so sore! I was here to make it up to him for being so rude earlier!” She says very sincerely. “thank you for the honesty, But let me get this straight. You were spanked for being rude to one man, and your solution was to be just as rude to the next one you see?” I say smiling “So I guess it’s true, you are just in the habit of being spanked by strange men. let’s see If I can be the one to finally hammer this message home! Now get up please!” I stand her up. And ask her to remove her blouse and take off her skirt and get back over my knee. She does just that and I would be lying if I didn’t thoroughly enjoy the view. She turns towards me, head hanging low and drapes herself across my lap again. The cool air conditioned building has a beautiful effect on her skin. She has goose bumps all up her legs and over her bottom, pretty little white, Pink and red goosebumps Speckle her perky backside. I find myself running my finger tips up and down her bottom and lingering there. I snap back out of it and remember I have a role to play still! “Now that I have your attention, let’s have a chat. Answer me properly and I’ll keep this spanking at a reasonable pace. Do you understand?” “Yes sir, I understanOWWW” she yelps as the spanking resumes This goes on for 10 or so minutes a few bad answers earn her a few hard and faster ones, but the evening is looking up and up,looking like a lot of fun is ahead of us with this surprise she brought me. “Now Miss Bradshaw, remove your bra and take down your panties, fold your clothes and put them over there on that table, then bend over the desk.” I order her. She follows my Instructions to the letter, and shows signs she’s learning her lesson, she unclasps her bra and her perky breasts are on full display, her nipples are hard, a clear indicator that she is mentally invested and thoroughly enjoying our time together as much as I am. Then slides down her panties and removes her stockings. She spends the next minute gathering the rest of her clothing completely naked, and putting them away neatly. Having her completely naked, and freshly spanked in my place of work is breathtaking, it’s a sight I thought I’d never see, let alone twice in 2 days. I know and relish in the fact I’m a lucky man, but also come back down to earth that I have to spank her a bit more before we can play. And that is just as much a punishment for me as the spanking is for her in my own mind, however her bottom may disagree... “Would you hurry it up young lady” I bark at her! “Bend over this desk! Elbows down, feet apart!” She bends over the desk with everything on display, I can see she’s wet and wanting at this point, and it’s making me wild with desire as well. “I have half a mind to use my belt on your naughty bottom Miss Bradshaw!” “Claire” she says... “My name is Claire, sir.” “...well Claire, it’s a shame we as to meet under such circumstances. But it’s clear you’ve needed this for a long time, and the other men in your life haven’t been paying you close enough attention!” She just looks back at me with big doe eyes and lets out a little “mhm” and looks forward again. “But because you’ve followed instructions and are beginning to be a good girl, You’ll get 100 more with my hand. Make no mistake, they will be hard, and you will count them out for me. A miscount will result in the swat not counting! So pay attention! Because that belt isn’t completely off the table if you don’t!” I undo it from my waist and place it infront of her to look at, and reflect on While having her bottom blistered. “Now let’s begin!” My hand comes down hard and heavy into her pert round bottom, the pink runs away from the impact leaving a white imprint, but it returns quickly to colour in the newly placed handprint “SMACK” “Owww Fuck! That hurts! Oww oww!” Claire howls “1 Sir” as she composes herself. “Watch that language young lady! Or that belt will really give you something to curse about!” “Yes sir! Sorry sir!” She says quickly adjusting and getting back into position. CRACK! “OWWWW!! Two sir” CRACK!! “Ow owwww Three sir” This carries on shes wriggling lots but she’s remaining in position, she’s focused and her eyes aren’t straying from the threat of the belt. It’s always astounded me how such a small frame has such a high tolerance For pain. It’s always been something I’ve admired about Shauna, and being spanked myself now, I can actually attest to how much it stings and appreciate her even more! SMACK! “99 sir!” SMACK “100! SIR!” She screams in a loud high pitch shriek, expelling all of her strength. And what’s left of her resolve. Her head drops on to the desk and she starts Taking large deep breaths. My cock is throbbing, nearly escaping from my jeans at this point. Knowing that I will be deep inside of her in a matter of moments and our evening play will soon begin. “Good girl! I’m proud of you, you counted well! And only a few missteps!” I Say lovingly as I gently pat her deep crimson, and hot to the touch bottom. “Thank you sir, and I’m so sorry I was a bad girl, I’m sorry for how I treated you and how I talked to you! It won’t happen again sir! I promise!” She says sincerely “I know it won’t! But I’m sure it won’t be our last chat about this!” I grab her ass, And start to caress it, bending down to kiss it and rub the sting from it. And that’s when I hear the sound that will change my life forever. *Clap, clap, clap, clap* “Good show, “Mr. Quick.” Very thorough work, I don’t think “Miss Bradshaw” will sit Comfortably for Weeks...” A sharp female voice emerges from the other room. My body tenses, and I feel like I’m about to puke. I feel a rush of cold go up my spine as I slowly turn around to see no other than Vivian, leaning up against the receptionist counter, comfortably watching us for lord knows how long. I’d assume I look like I just saw ghost, but what I was looking at was much much worse for me. Vivian, my boss standing before me witnessing me and my wife completely in our element. She’s in a black long coat, and looks like some dark leggings of sort. Viv is around 5’ 9” she’s barely shorter than me, but has a personality as if she was 6’5”. She has dark black hair and a strong but slender build from years of Manual labour, as Well as a very active gym goer. She’s in her Mid 40’s and has never been married, which always shocked me being as she was quite attractive. But as pretty as she was, she was the last sight I wanted to see tonight. And doubly so under these circumstances. “When you missed your last 3 text check in reminders, I knew I had to come here and see what was up. You know I expected much worse, to find you fallen, hurt, or worse.” She folds her arms in displeasure “I was this close to calling 911! I thought you could have been dead Ben!” She says in a stern higher pitched voice, like a parent scolding their child. At this point Shauna has sprung up and turned to face Viv, her front is as red with embarrassment as her behind. She quickly tries to cover up all her naked body. And stand behind me. “Don’t bother girl!” Vivian barks! “I’ve seen it all now, no point trying to play shy now, Shauna... Or Miss Bradshaw is it?” Shaunas face turns beet red and she looks at me as if I’m to do something to defend her honour. I can just look at her wide eyed, speechless. I am overwhelmed, overloaded and completely paralyzed. The stress is unbearable. “In the corner now Shauna, nose to the wall, hands on your head and don’t let me see you touch that bottom! Your husband and I clearly need to have a little chat!” She says as she takes off her coat and walks into the office that is clearly marked on the door -Vivian Page- To be continued...

Well my experience in being a Spankee has been slim at best. But since it’s new territory for me. But definitely after lying to my wife, then promptly getting caught in the lie. I spanked myself very hard, since at the time she didn’t want to (up until then she had been exclusively a bottom) then After showing her I wasn’t above being spanked submitted to a long spanking at the hands of my wife too. Let’s say I was wearing loose pants for a couple days after... I’ve been trying to write our DD journey over in the writing desk, under the heading “from top to bottom” And that particular spanking is pt1, and pt2 if you’re interested. Going forward I aim to keep posting stories from our life, since things seem to be going down a very interesting rabbit hole these days!

Thanks for sharing everyone!! Keep it coming!

Rubbing my sore bottom, has me thinking. What was your most deserved punishment. And did you learn your lesson? And go!

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From top to bottom pt3 This is a continuation of my real life DD journey with my wife. The goal of my stories is to be based on the true events. But in order to make the story more enjoyable, some of the dialogue has been changed or embellished for the sake of the reader, and more selfishly for the continual improvement of my own writing skill. But the premise of my stories still remain 100% true. Thanks for reading! *Characters names have been changed to protect their identity due to the nature of our work.* It was a Friday afternoon and I was stuck like many of us at work. Still on the ongoing project of our companies office building Reno. This job has been a dream for me. I’m often left for hours on my own to work at my own pace, with no apprentices to chase around and instruct. Since the job is a bit of a “make work project” there is no Deadlines at the moment. Through out the workday, my phone radio consistently is being interrupted by text message chimes, as my lovely wife is constantly messaging me. She’s begging me to come home early, that she misses me, and just asking for attention. I tell her “Shauna I have to get some work done, I’ll call you on break!” But flurry of message after message and missed call after missed call then i finally answer! “Honey, if it’s attention you want, when I get home I’ll pay you all kinds of special attention. And not the kind you want I can promise you that!” She apologizes and immediately back-pedals! “Oh babe I’m just playing! Sorry you’re in a mood! I’ll talk to you when you’re home then I guess!” Then hangs up on me. As my shift goes on I slowly work on some of the little tasks I have set for myself to accomplish. Nearing 430 my boss gives me a call. Vivian and I have always had a stellar working relationship, she used to be my direct supervisor, but now she’s a project manager, and I no longer report Directly to her. I have very seldomly let her down, and her me, when it comes to jobs and deadlines. Her presence and personality has always been something I’ve respected and almost feared. So even on routine calls I always seem to get butterflies. But nonetheless I answer my phone. “Hey Ben, It’s Viv, how’d you make out today?” She asks I tell her it was a good day for a Friday and have a little laugh. Normally I get a chuckle or somebody of response since she knows I’m a hard worker, but this time it was different. “She says, oh? That’s great to hear, so it’s safe to assume that you’ve got the boardroom all completed yes?” Thinking to myself puzzled, I respond confused. “Why would I have the boardroom done? I was working in the offices prepping them for the new flooring. You guys know this from our meeting earlier in the week.” Now I can feel the stress emanating through the phone. “Ben, do me a Favour, please check your email and tell me what you see.” I put her on speaker and log in, sure enough there’s an email issued to me, from a Mrs. Vivian Page. The silence over the phone must have been enough confirmation for her, to know i had received it. She goes “tell me Ben, what does it say?” I hastily read the email, and relay that our corporate bosses are coming on Monday, to check in on the state of our branch. And Due to the Covid social distancing rules, have requested if possible to have the board room ready and set up in the Reno, since it would be an empty office building and less risk of contamination. As well under that request is a reply by Mrs. Page ensuring them that all will be looked after and she will put her best man on the job. The pit in my stomach is growing, I feel ill and my head goes fuzzy. She says “do me one more favor, when was that email sent?” I look and the time stamp was for 9:30AM I completely missed it. And I had More than enough time to get it done, or Call up some apprentices. Had I have seen it... “So tell me, what we’re you doing all day that you didn’t check your emails?” She says expectantly. At this point I feel like a little kid who’s in trouble by his mother. Sure I was working all day, maybe not as hard as one night expect... but how do I save face and make This right? Absent thought I blurt out sarcastically“I was on the phone dealing with my wife.” Immediately putting my Foot In my mouth so I feel. “And uhh, working on the offices like I said, prepping for the flooring guys” I’m flushed and hot all over, I feel like I’m going into panic mode because it is a very big job for one person, and we don’t work weekends. I know I screwed up, but even worse, Vivian put her neck out for me. And she will look incompetent because of my mistake. “So let me get this straight, you took a personal day to screw around and play on your phone rather than do the job that we pay you for? What the hell am I supposed to tell corporate?” Looking for a solution I tell her, let me make it up to you. The fault starts and ends with me, so I’ll work late tonight, the flooring guys will be in tomorrow still since I didn’t cancel them, so work during the day is a write off, but I’ll pull a night shift on Saturday, and have everything in order for Monday when corporate arrives. I can hear the anger subside a bit as her tone changes, “that’s agreeable, but it will be straight time, no OT, and I can’t approve any apprentices so it’s all on you. Oh and Ben, don’t make a habit out of this. And let’s make sure to get it done, and maybe you should have a little chat with your pretty wife.” And she hangs up. I must’ve let out a large sigh, and looked at my clock, 415. This was to be a long night. I call my wife, and tell her what’s going on. That I’ll be working late and that I let down Vivian. Shauna knows Vivian mostly in passing, but knows She’s someone I really respect. That she helped train me and teach me many of the skills I know today, And that this kills me to be a let down. She understands and says just do what you have to do, she’ll take care of everything else. A few hours pass and it has to be getting close to 830 and my stomach is grumbling rather fierce. But I’ve been making excellent progress on my job, things are looking up and I should be able to have the work done Saturday night. My phone goes off, bracing for Vivian I look at it, and it’s Shauna. “Hey babe, can you come downstairs and open up? I brought you some supper” she says. At this point I am elated, and just Glad it was a Real call And not Some nonsense! I hurry to the main entrance and let my wife in. Opening the door I give her a big kiss and hold the door, giving her a playful little smack on her cute little bottom as she walks by. “Thanks for supper baby!” She tells me she called my mom to babysit, so she could rush this over. We sit and relax a minute while I eat some leftover supper from earlier and when im all done I wipe my face and Shauna starts packing up the containers. Just about ready to get back to it for a few more hours Shauna looks at me. Tears in her eyes she starts crying “I’m So sorry, this is my fault. I never pester you like I did today, and you were so sweet to entertain it! If you weren’t so preoccupied with me you would have seen the email, you wouldn’t have let Vivian down! I know how much that must hurt you! I’m so so sorry!” I grab her and hold her tight, and try to calm her, “Now baby it’s okay, I’m really far ahead now and making great time, there should be No reason why I won’t be able to finish so don’t worry. You’re not wrong, it really does suck to be a let down, but we can fix this and just do better going forward, it’s okay and I forgive you” I say wiping the tears from her eyes. She looks at me and says, “thank you for being so gentle, are you actually far ahead on your job or are you just saying that!?” I explain what I had accomplished and what was left in a feeble attempt to quell her tears. “Ben” she says looking around “we both know what I need. What I deserve. And if this is appropriate time and it doesn’t set you back anymore than it already has, I need a spanking. Right here right now. This isn’t the first time my pestering has gotten you in trouble, and I fear if we don’t stop it, itl only get worse. Ben I need you to spank me. I need to learn not to bother you, or anyone for that matter just because I’m bored. And that when you say no I need to stop pushing it and respect your boundaries!” My wife is now standing in front of me, with her head hung low. So I grab her chin and kiss her long and passionately, and look her in the eyes. “Very well. Drop your pants and get over my knee Shauna” she almost seemed shocked that I would do it here, in the office but she followed my orders. Dropping her pants in a messy pile on the floor, she says “are you sure there’s no one here? What if we get caught!?” “There’s a few with keys sure, and if they come in I don’t think they’d mind the view! Now pick up your clothes, fold them and put them over there on that desk. While your at it, lose the shirt.” She looks at me in disbelief, that I would let someone watch her be spanked if they came in during it, and opens her mouth to protest “don’t give me lip young lady, you asked for this remember?” “Yes sir” she says as she’s folding her jeans and button up shirt and placing them on one of the clean desk. “Get over here and over my knee!” She begins to hesitantly walk My way, her small semi naked frame, is a sight to be seen in a construction sight, her auburn hair just draping over her shoulders and her miss matched light blue lacy bra, and her pink panties contrasting against her ivory skin. When she gets within arms reach I grab her by the wrist. And drape her over my lap, the desire in my pants is throbbing and I can feel my errection push up Against her. But that’s not why we’re here! It’s always one of my favourite parts before a spanking appreciating the view of her perky little bottom just waiting to be spanked, unblemished and perfect. This flawless white canvass will soon be painted with shades of red and pink. And just like that my hand comes down, again and again. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She lets out an audible “owwww” followed by a flurry of “ows” and starts kicking her legs. One after another my heavy calloused hand falls onto her barely protected bottom, now Reddening under the constant attention I am paying it. After a solid 10 minutes of spanking her across my lap her bottom is fiery and pink, warm to the touch. I stop and rub her bottom as I ask, “Do you understand why this is happening my love?” “Yes sir!” SMACK “Owwww” “Why are you being spanked??” “Because I was being a brat, and I feel responsible for you being in trouble at Work!” SMACK SMACK SMACK “I want to be better, and I need to be shown!!” Good I say, as I stand her up, take off the rest of your clothes. And lay on that desk. “Yes sir” She steps out of her panties, and unclasps her bra and walks over to the desk with all her other clothing on it. Moves it aside and lays down with your well warmed bottom raised to the sky. Walking over her head is turned staring at me approaching. Loosening my belt around my Waist, and holding it firmly in my hands. I approach, the look in her eyes Is of regret, and deep sorrow. She doesn’t want what’s coming, but she knows she deserves it. “How many should you get do you think?” I ask. “20” she says. “Okay, 40 it is. We need to make sure this lesson is well learned!” “No no no! she protests! I hate the belt, you know I hate it 40 is too many! Please 25 then!” She says getting out of position to sit on the desk and plead with me. “This is not a negotiation, I wanted to see how sorry you were, you always pick a lesser number than you deserve, isn’t this the truth?” “Yes sir, you’re right, I do.” She says with her arms folded and defeated. “And one more thing, did I tell you, to get out of Position? So we will be getting 50 with the belt. Do you have anything else you’d like to say? Maybe add a few more?” “No sir” she says pouting, and lays back down on her stomach. “I want you to count them out and tell me why you received it.” She’s at this point back on her stomach clenching the end of the desk, nods and gives an audible nervous mhm! Bracing for the first of many To land on her already well warmed backside. CRACK! “OWWW OWW OW 1 sir, I won’t pester you at work anymore!” CRACK “OOWWWW 2 sir, I won’t be a brat when I don’t get my way!!” CRACK, CRACK “OW OW OW, 3,4 sir. I will respect your time, and only call when it’s appropriate!” Around the 30 mark her bottom was crimson, specks of purple were forming and she was wiggling so hard she nearly fell off desk rolling into me forcing me to catch her. I grabbed her and helped her to her feet, only to turn her around and bend her over the desk. “That’s 5 more for getting out of position” CRACK!! “31 SIR!!” She screams! Im So so sorry!! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! the flurry of the belt went on and on until we Reached 55. CRACK “55 sir” sobbing she says “I won’t be a spoiled brat! I won’t take your kindness for granted!” “Good!” I say, “stay in position and wait.” “How did you like the show Mr. Nelson?” I say out loud. horrified she turns around in a flash covering herself, and expects to see someone watching, but it’s just me, standing there with some lotion she bought me for my dry hands at work laughing at her worry! She gives me that look of “you asshole! I’ve become accustomed to seeing” Walking back to her, she bends back over the desk as I began to apply it to her sore, hot, red, throbbing bottom. She melts into my hands, her body responding to everyone of my touches and caresses. I turn her around to face me. That Should soothe you a bit for a drive home, until we can do proper after care I reassure her. I lean over her and say in her ear “I love you so much my dear. And I’m proud you want to better yourself.” Standing her up to face me I hold her tight in a hug. She looks up at me and smiles, “the spanking was for me, now let me make it up to you!” As she reaches down and grabs my still hard cock, unzips my pants and proceeds to get down on her knees... To be continued...

Hey all, pt.2 has been dropped, but I will be posting in the writing desk going forward! So if you care to follow this story, or my wife and I DD journey meet us over there! Thanks!

From top to bottom For those who were interested here’s pt.2 I am not a writer, so be gentle! But I do enjoy trying to formulate a story out of true events! As a small recap, from pt.1 I am the top in my DD marriage, and never before have I been spanked as an adult. However, I broke our own rules by lying to my wife. When I asked to be spanked she refused, thinking the HoH shouldn’t be spanked and that I was above such things. Disagreeing, and guilt ridden, I hastily made a paddle from scrap material at work, and gave myself a very sound self spanking in my bosses old office. All with the hope that when I present my blistered bottom and the paddle to my wife, she will reconsider, and see even the Top isn’t above being the bottom. Here I am, At home now and standing in the shower. The hot water was stinging my sore cheeks so much that I ended up cutting my shower short. It’s now been a few hours since I blistered my own bottom and looking in the large full mirror my wife uses to get ready in the morning, I see my bottom, red and pink, and multiple black and blue bruises starting to appear. I get dressed and put on some comfier underwear and sweats and head downstairs. My wife is home all day with the baby, and currently on maternity leave, so we came up with the arrangement that I would do bed and bath times in the evenings to give her a break from her long day of work as well! When all that was done and our little girl was sleeping like an angel, we finally got to sit down for supper. Shifting my weight from cheek to cheek, but trying to be natural and hide my discomfort of my bottom on our hard wooden chairs we made small talk, but the tension from days passed was still there. I wanted to ask her so bad right away, but I was already so sore, so I decided to wait awhile until after supper. While doing the dishes she looked at me and says, “I saw you were sitting uncomfortably, did you hurt yourself at work?” I sheepishly look back and said “yeah, something like that...” When we were done I asked her to wait in the bedroom as I had something I wanted to say to her. Going to my truck, I fetched my paddle, crude, but now I know very effective, crafted with my own hands, which somehow made it hurt even more. And marched upstairs to meet my fate. My stomach was turning, and for the first time in our marriage standing infront of her I felt embarrassment. I felt shy and could barely get my words out. My wife sitting at the foot of our bed finally asked me, “what’s this all about? What did you have to tell me?” I looked at here replied “show, What I have to show you” I put each of my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and underwear and pulled my pants down in-front of her. She just smiled, and “said thats lovely honey, but I’m not in the mood.” We both had a short laugh, until I said, “no, not that” and I turned around. The air went still, you could almost cut the tension with a knife. I heard and audible gasp, and soon felt her very gentle and smooth hands on my backside, caressing and rubbing my bruises and welts. After what felt like an eternity of silence she stopped rubbing and asked “who did this to you?” And I turned to face her with my paddle now in hand. “I did. I did it to myself, you felt I was above being punished and I wanted to prove to you that isn’t the case. That no one is above being spanked for bad behaviour and lying.” I addressed why I was sorry, and how I built the paddle, and explained the situation. She smiled at me, one of the first real smiles I’ve seen in a few days from her. And that’s when I asked. “Will you please spank me? Let me show you how sorry I truly am.” Now at this time she took the paddle in her hands to inspect it. Then in a flash she looked up at me and in one hand the paddle, and in the other my naked manhood. She started backing up towards the edge of the bed, leading me as if I were on a leash. Sitting on the bed, she had me very excited at this point from the physical touch. So much so I almost forgot what was about to happen. “Take off your shirt, and lay over my lap, Now!” She barked. I took my shirt off and followed as ordered. For a second time I could feel her gentle hands on my bottom as she said “I’m not going to take it easy on you. I know you’re already sore, believe me I’ve been there. But you deserve this, you know it, and I know it.” And with that my paddle came down with a large crack. It stung so bad, much worse than when I did it! So hard that I had to hold in a loud yelp! As not to wake the baby. In hindsight seems like a waste of energy since the whole neighbourhood could probably hear my bottom being paddled whether I made a peep or not. One after another landed and I was wriggling already. My arse was on fire, and my eyes were watering and this was just the beginning. It felt so much different than spanking myself. I couldn’t catch my breath, I couldn’t reach for a phone and pause a timer like last time, then resume when I was ready. I was in it. There was no turning back, and I had to endure this until my wife was content that I had learned my lesson. The paddling continued on, at this point I was bouncing and flailing, and I’m sure kicking my legs, but the spankings just kept coming. One of the hardest parts for me was not overpowering my wife while over her lap. I am only 2-3 inches taller than her, but I am significantly stronger and can out muscle her with ease. So laying still and not just standing up was a chore of its own. After enough wriggling My wife stopped for a second and said “you wanted this if you can’t stay still I will have to tie you down, so you can’t move!” dumbfounded I say “I understand” and she hits me with a classic “are you forgetting to say something?” I have a moment of nothing, blank, then sheer fiery pain on my arse. “You understand...?” Crack again “ma’am you fool, the answer you’re looking for is ma’am! My internal monologue screams at me!” “I Understand ma’am” “Good” and she carries on the rapid fire flurry of snacks on my sore sore backside. At this point I’d guess maybe 10 minutes has gone by and I am sobbing, not kicking and not making a fuss, but sobbing. The pain is surreal, but just as the pain is entering my body with each smack, I feel guilt, and tension, and anxiousness and doubt leave. It’s almost... dare I say calming? Soothing? I am at peace. I feel like I’m experiencing true repentance. About 5 more minutes go by, and I can feel her slowing letting up. A steady stream of tears pour down my face as I express how sorry I am again and again. She tells me she knows I’m sorry, and that she forgives me, but also to stand up, and place my hands on the dresser and stick out my butt. Not even a protest I get up and walk over and place my hands on our large wooden dresser. Anxiously I wait for what ever she has planned next. A few minutes go but and I can hear her rummaging around. We have implements in a few different locations so I am sure she’s going for a strap or a cane, and trying to come to grips that it is far from over. And how I can even bear to take anymore! Finally I can hear her approaching, she stands behind me, and I feel her leg on the inside of mine making me spread mine out further. Being completely submissive I spread my legs. Bracing for a sharp sudden sting, but instead I feel cool, and soft hands, rubbing up and down my bottom. The tips of my thighs and even inside them. She’s rubbing some aftercare lotion we have on my bottom. Her hands are so soft and gentle and caring, I feel exhausted from the process, but at the same time refreshed. When she’s done she says to go stand in the corner, and she’ll come grab me in 30 minutes... she goes into the en-suite bathroom and starts fumbling around seemingly getting ready for bed. I hear her moving back and forth around me until finally 30 minutes pass. “Okay times up, you can come out now.” When I turn around I see her, standing in a some very sexy lingerie, looking absolutely stunning. It’s a black semi see through top, that flows just above her belly button, with see through black panties. She has a garter belt on, with the straps holding up some dark pantyhose with the lace on the top. She smiles at me and I smile back. And she says “I forgive you. Thank you so much for doing that, you have no idea how much that meant to me.” I walk towards her and hold her in a long embrace. After a while she pulls away and looks at me. “I’m so sorry.” She blurts. “Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about!” Trembling now, she goes “I’m sorry I withheld forgiveness from you. I know how a spanking helps me feel better, and how awful it is carrying around guilt like that. And well, I wanted you to carry it. I was mad and hurt and I wanted you to hurt. That’s why I didn’t want to spank you Earlier. I was being mean, and that’s not okay. I want us to be better, and that means me too. So just like you did I too have to take ownership... honey, will you please spank me too.” As she reaches and passes me our newest and most used paddle. Now feeling hurt, but strangely proud of her honesty I agreed. I took the paddle from her hand and by the waist I draped my beautiful wife over my lap. The view was breathtaking, and one I soon will not forget. I say to her “I don’t need to tell you what to did wrong. You don’t need to be scolded. This will be hard, and this will be fast. Do you understand?” “yes I understand...” she replies CRACK. The paddle comes down hard on her pale white cheeks. “Are you forgetting something?” I say poking the spot on her bottom already reddening... “yes I understand sir!” She almost says with a slight giggle under her breath. But the laughing soon stops as the spanking commences. A few minutes in I stand her up and ask her to put her hands on the dresser, as my bottom is too sore for an otk spanking. seeing her all done up, bent over the dresser is a sight that never will get old for me, but our work her has just began. On after on smack after smack lands. She bends down, and kicks her legs back, responding to each. But every time gets back into position. By this time the red peaking out of her black panties is peaking out and driving me wild! She is crying, and pleading about how sorry she is as well. I tell her she’s going to get 20 more and I want her to count them, I remove her panties, and put them on the dresser beside her. she takes the 20 hard ones but earns herself a few extra swats for miscounting a few times. Then after on last hard and resounding SMACK, her knees buckle, and she lets out an audible “oww.” And I say “thank you, you are forgiven, you are loved, and we are okay.” Standing her up I turn her to face me so We can continue to talk. But like a tigress pouncing on her prey, as she’s turned around she lunges at me, and starts wildly kissing me, up and down. I respond in kind, excited I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I don’t need to say how the rest of the night went, but when we were all done, empty and satisfied, I pulled her right into me And asked her “for someone who’s never Topped before where’d you learn all that from!?” She kind of just laughs and smiles “I learned it from you! As she rubs her sore bottom.” If there is interest I will keep posting stories from our DD lifestyle. This little arc if you can call it that seems to have been completed. But I doubt that’ll be my last spanking, and I know it won’t be my naughty wives! post in the comments or message me your interest and I will try to keep them coming as things arise! We are a mix of DD punishment spankings, as well as fun play spankings. So stories would be a range of both! thank you all and take care!

Hey all I’ll be posting my stories going forward in here, since many kind members let me know this is a better Place to do so! Here pt.1 again so you don’t have to go searching for it! For any that don’t know I am no way shape or form a writer Nor do I claim to be. But I feel I have a lot to say, so here goes! I am a long time top, always have been, however I’m not Opposed to being a switch, it’s just never been the case for me. My wife, is relatively new to DD as we’ve been married 4 years come month end, but is very much a bottom. I view our relationship very much as equal DD for both partners, same rules, same Consequences. But if I were to assume how she treats it, it would’ve more of a HoH (head of house) marriage. As she is typically on the receiving end, and I normally hold myself to a higher standard or morality and ethics and actively avoid being in these situations, by trying as I may to be on my best behaviour. My story starts yesterday morning, my alarm went off and I started to get ready for work, but as I rolled over my wife was no where to be found, I went down stairs and found her sound asleep with our baby girl of 9months. So selfishly I thought, normally I use this time and walk our dogs, but this morning seeing the opportunity I thought, “I’ll crawl back into bed and get 15-20more min! Of sleep” and I did just that. When I woke up and went downstairs for coffee my wife was still asleep. When she finally woke she asked me if i was already back from walking the boys. Rather than saying I took a day off or decided to sleep in. I looked her square in the eyes and said, “yes I did” I lied to her. Then I even went as far to say, you must’ve been sleeping so sound that you didn’t hear us! Well As the morning went on I thought I was in the clear. So off for my shower I went. Once out while I was getting ready my wife Confronted me. And she did so very lovingly, and asked “I don’t want to accuse you, but if you took the boys out already, why weren’t the dogs leashes moved, and how come your shoes are in the same place I left them?” As well “I also heard your snooze alarm go off twice this morning” Rather than trying to add more lies, I owned up. I lied. No two ways around it. She was devastated and beyond hurt that I would lie to her. Now to some this might seem insignificant, I just said I walked the dogs, it’s not a big deal you are allowed to take a break once in a while. For us honesty and trust is everything. For a little bit of backstory for anyone whose made it this far, my wife had a awful childhood. And we’ve been going through couples councilling for a few years now dealing with the topics relating to honesty and trust and trying to repair her woundings of the past. So hopefully this paints a small picture of how big of a deal this is for us. To me, I just showed her, that I was not safe place, and was not reliable. In her mind she goes into panic mode and starts thinking along the lines of, If I could lie so easily about such a small thing could I be lying about big things too? Or can he be trusted, will he just betray me again when it really counts? This is how the anxiety eats my wife alive. So anyways, I’m apologizing and desperately trying to make things, right. She says she forgives me, but that’s justbecause I know she doesn’t want this eating at me all day at work. At about this time I have to leave or I’ll be late. While at work I have plenty of time to go back and fourth in my head on how to make this right. Everything plan, idea, solution i come up with keeps coming round to the same conclusion. I have to be spanked. My wife has said after a spanking she feels there is no lingering guilt, no grudges, and wen it’s done, it’s done. Which is exactly how I want to feel, but more so I want to submit myself to her to show how sorry I truly am. And that I am not above being punished.  Fast forward to the end of the day. I get home, and I can see everything is tense and raw still, so I kiss my wife hold my baby girl and go for my shower. After bath and bed time for our daughter I approach my wife. And explain my proposal. She explains that she admires my bravery, and it means a lot that I would do that for her, but she will not spank me, and that She doesn’t want to see me in that position... I persist, and insist she does. But alas she does not budge. The tense feelings continue on for yet another day. So now that we’ve played catch up this brings me to today, I work for a rather large construction outfit. We have about 4-5 different trades and all work together which is very nice! Myself I’m one of the lead journeymen for one of the branches of trades workers. So here I am At work feeling sorry for myself, when my boss asks me to take the crew to our currently vacant office building we’re renovating and work there for the day. The day goes by, and I can’t get out of my head at all. Even to the point of effecting my production, I can’t understand why she won’t spank me, and why she’s convinced that I shouldn’t be in that position, is it my personality? Is it my job title? Is it because I’m her husband? And just like that I see it. A beautiful scrap piece of puckboard (a white plastic like material) Around this time Everyone is leaving for break now and I don’t have much time. So I grab one of the carpenters jigsaws and make two crude but quick cuts. Take out my knife and shave down the edges, I’ve just created my very own paddle, crude, but I’d imagine effective. Then as if ordained by the universe my boss calls and pulls the entire crew less me to a different job. So here I am in an empty office building ridden with guilt and a paddle in hand. Knowing full well my wife would almost certainly prefer me use it on her rather the other way around I had to think of a way to change her mind... Then I remember back to my early days, this office we are renovating used to be the companies hub of operations, and one of the corner offices belonged to one of my old bosses. Her and I have always had a sterling reputation with each other and never had as much as a tiff when I worked for her. But I could never shake the suspicion that she’s bent more than a few people over her desk in her time, and spanked the attitude out of said people. She is one of those people who has a commanding presence about her, one that demands respect, as well as many of the qualities of a disciplinarian I admire. And being woman in construction, which I cant imagine being easy, especially in charge of at times very egotistical men, she does a excellent job at maintaining her unwavering authority. Obviously with that being said I’d be half tempted if she was in the office that day to get her to break in this paddle for me, and I’m sure she’d happily spank my bottom. But sadly I am alone. So what did I do instead? I still marched into her office, moved her items to the side of her desk and dropped my pants. I bent over her old desk and started to spank myself, long and hard with my paddle. I’m convinced when self spanking you take it slightly easier on yourself than if someone else would administer it. And being truly repentant I didn’t want that. So I set a timer, and committed to hard spanking on my bare bottoms for 15minutes. Around what I assume to be the five minute mark, I was shaking, and my knees buckling. I was ready to quit, but I imagined my former boss putting her hand on my back holding me down, paddling my now firery red bottom. The imagery in my head was so strong, I actually felt as if I couldn’t move. That I was small, and powerless, and could not move even if I tried, and the only option was to endure this phantom spanking. Smack after smack landed, harder and harder. Until one hit so hard i buckled. I had to stop for a quick breather. When I looked at my phone only 8minutes had passed! I was only half way there! I paused my timer and desperately tried to rub the fire out of my backside. I remember thinking to myself, I know this is my first spanking and all, but I have to be able to take more than this! My wife takes hers like a champ, and doesn’t start to wriggle and protest until well into hers! Is she really that much tougher than me, it would seem so! After a minute or so of rubbing and soothing I collected myself and bent back over. These last 7 minutes were brutal. But I had to focus on why I was here. I wanted to show my wife the results of my spanking as well present her with the paddle in hopes she would use it on me when she felt appropriate or comfortable to do so. But at the bare minimum, at least spanking myself would show her that I am repentant, and sorry and that my lapse in judgement isn’t something I take lightly, let alone actively want to do again going forward. But also break her from this idea that I somehow was above being spanked for bad behaviour, and to get off the pedestal that she seemingly has me on in her mind. Smack after smack landed, and the final few minutes had me in tears. Not sobbing, but a steady trickle of tears ran down my face and pooled on the large desk I was bent over. After what seemed like an eternity, the alarm went. My spanking was done. Standing up I rubbed my bottom kind of hopping up and down attempting to soothe the burn. In the office is a very large mirror, completely bottomless at this point, I removed the drop sheet it inspect the damage, and what I saw completely shook me. My never reddened previously backside was every shade of red, pock marks or purple and blue speckled across my cheeks as well, my aim was off at times, and did quite the number on my upper thighs. My bottom was throbbing, aching and in so much pain, but the guilt, anxiety, and emotional discomfort was Completely gone. In this moment I began to understand why my wife took to spanking so quickly. And has even requested it at times. The sense of completion at the end of a spanking is unlike anything I’d ever experienced. No more lingering voices whispering negative words in the back of my head no more Doubt, Just calm. I looked at the time, and my workload, pulled up my pants, laced up my boots and got back to work. One thing I did not Consider, is that my job for the day required me to be on my back working under desks, and cabinets, on rigid hard surfaces, shuffling along on none other than my well spanked bottom. I supposed it was a fitting consequence with all things considered. That brings my story to right here right now. I have an hour before my shift is over, and a paddle in my hand. I write this story if you can even call it that, sitting in my old bosses chair, donning a very red, sore and bruised bottom. Eagerly waiting to see my wife’s response when I’m home and show her, even a confident top can be a submissive bottom. That rules are rules, and I’m not above the ones we set for our family, that I love her, and I am truly sorry.

For those who were interested here is a picture of the paddle on the door of my work truck! As well Pt.2 will be coming soon since I’ve had such wonderful feedback!! Thank you all!

Hey all, I’m new here. I have a story to share, well more like a novel... if you don’t like books keep scrolling! I’m not sure if this is the proper place to post this, but I feel it is worth a share, if nothing else for everyone here to enjoy as well for myself to come back to and read and reflect. This is a 100% true story, that happened Yesterday, I wrote it out and tried to post unsuccessfully while it was fresh and didn’t have a chance to try again until today. Anyways here goes! I am a long time top, always have been, however I’m not Opposed to being a switch, it’s just never been the case for me. My wife, is relatively new to DD as we’ve been married 4 years come month end, but is very much a bottom. I view our relationship very much as equal DD for both partners, same rules, same Consequences. But if I were to assume how she treats it, it would’ve more of a HoH (head of house) marriage. As she is typically on the receiving end, and I normally hold myself to a higher standard or morality and ethics and actively avoid being in these situations, by trying as I may to be on my best behaviour. My story starts yesterday morning, my alarm went off and I started to get ready for work, but as I rolled over my wife was no where to be found, I went down stairs and found her sound asleep with our baby girl of 9months. So selfishly I thought, normally I use this time and walk our dogs, but this morning seeing the opportunity I thought, “I’ll crawl back into bed and get 15-20more min! Of sleep” and I did just that. When I woke up and went downstairs for coffee my wife was still asleep. When she finally woke she asked me if i was already back from walking the boys. Rather than saying I took a day off or decided to sleep in. I looked her square in the eyes and said, “yes I did” I lied to her. Then I even went as far to say, you must’ve been sleeping so sound that you didn’t hear us! Well As the morning went on I thought I was in the clear. So off for my shower I went. Once out while I was getting ready my wife Confronted me. And she did so very lovingly, and asked “I don’t want to accuse you, but if you took the boys out already, why weren’t the dogs leashes moved, and how come your shoes are in the same place I left them?” As well “I also heard your snooze alarm go off twice this morning” Rather than trying to add more lies, I owned up. I lied. No two ways around it. She was devastated and beyond hurt that I would lie to her. Now to some this might seem insignificant, I just said I walked the dogs, it’s not a big deal you are allowed to take a break once in a while. For us honesty and trust is everything. For a little bit of backstory for anyone whose made it this far, my wife had a awful childhood. And we’ve been going through couples councilling for a few years now dealing with the topics relating to honesty and trust and trying to repair her woundings of the past. So hopefully this paints a small picture of how big of a deal this is for us. To me, I just showed her, that I was not safe place, and was not reliable. In her mind she goes into panic mode and starts thinking along the lines of, If I could lie so easily about such a small thing could I be lying about big things too? Or can he be trusted, will he just betray me again when it really counts? This is how the anxiety eats my wife alive. So anyways, I’m apologizing and desperately trying to make things, right. She says she forgives me, but that’s just because I know she doesn’t want this eating at me all day at work. At about this time I have to leave or I’ll be late. While at work I have plenty of time to go back and fourth in my head on how to make this right. Everything plan, idea, solution i come up with keeps coming round to the same conclusion. I have to be spanked. My wife has said after a spanking she feels there is no lingering guilt, no grudges, and wen it’s done, it’s done. Which is exactly how I want to feel, but more so I want to submit myself to her to show how sorry I truly am. And that I am not above being punished. Fast forward to the end of the day. I get home, and I can see everything is tense and raw still, so I kiss my wife hold my baby girl and go for my shower. After bath and bed time for our daughter I approach my wife. And explain my proposal. She explains that she admires my bravery, and it means a lot that I would do that for her, but she will not spank me, and that She doesn’t want to see me in that position... I persist, and insist she does. But alas she does not budge. The tense feelings continue on for yet another day. So now that we’ve played catch up this brings me to today, I work for a rather large construction outfit. We have about 4-5 different trades and all work together which is very nice! Myself I’m one of the lead journeymen for one of the branches of trades workers. So here I am At work feeling sorry for myself, when my boss asks me to take the crew to our currently vacant office building we’re renovating and work there for the day. The day goes by, and I can’t get out of my head at all. Even to the point of effecting my production, I can’t understand why she won’t spank me, and why she’s convinced that I shouldn’t be in that position, is it my personality? Is it my job title? Is it because I’m her husband? And just like that I see it. A beautiful scrap piece of puckboard (a white plastic like material) Around this time Everyone is leaving for break now and I don’t have much time. So I grab one of the carpenters jigsaws and make two crude but quick cuts. Take out my knife and shave down the edges, I’ve just created my very own paddle, crude, but I’d imagine effective. Then as if ordained by the universe my boss calls and pulls the entire crew less me to a different job. So here I am in an empty office building ridden with guilt and a paddle in hand. Knowing full well my wife would almost certainly prefer me use it on her rather the other way around I had to think of a way to change her mind... Then I remember back to my early days, this office we are renovating used to be the companies hub of operations, and one of the corner offices belonged to one of my old bosses. Her and I have always had a sterling reputation with each other and never had as much as a tiff when I worked for her. But I could never shake the suspicion that she’s bent more than a few people over her desk in her time, and spanked the attitude out of said people. She is one of those people who has a commanding presence about her, one that demands respect, as well as many of the qualities of a disciplinarian I admire. And being woman in construction, which I cant imagine being easy, especially in charge of at times very egotistical men, she does a excellent job at maintaining her unwavering authority. Obviously with that being said I’d be half tempted if she was in the office that day to get her to break in this paddle for me, and I’m sure she’d happily spank my bottom. But sadly I am alone. So what did I do instead? I still marched into her office, moved her items to the side of her desk and dropped my pants. I bent over her old desk and started to spank myself, long and hard with my paddle. I’m convinced when self spanking you take it slightly easier on yourself than if someone else would administer it. And being truly repentant I didn’t want that. So I set a timer, and committed to hard spanking on my bare bottoms for 15minutes. Around what I assume to be the five minute mark, I was shaking, and my knees buckling. I was ready to quit, but I imagined my former boss putting her hand on my back holding me down, paddling my now firery red bottom. The imagery in my head was so strong, I actually felt as if I couldn’t move. That I was small, and powerless, and could not move even if I tried, and the only option was to endure this phantom spanking. Smack after smack landed, harder and harder. Until one hit so hard i buckled. I had to stop for a quick breather. When I looked at my phone only 8minutes had passed! I was only half way there! I paused my timer and desperately tried to rub the fire out of my backside. I remember thinking to myself, I know this is my first spanking and all, but I have to be able to take more than this! My wife takes hers like a champ, and doesn’t start to wriggle and protest until well into hers! Is she really that much tougher than me, it would seem so! After a minute or so of rubbing and soothing I collected myself and bent back over. These last 7 minutes were brutal. But I had to focus on why I was here. I wanted to show my wife the results of my spanking as well present her with the paddle in hopes she would use it on me when she felt appropriate or comfortable to do so. But at the bare minimum, at least spanking myself would show her that I am repentant, and sorry and that my lapse in judgement isn’t something I take lightly, let alone actively want to do again going forward. But also break her from this idea that I somehow was above being spanked for bad behaviour, and to get off the pedestal that she seemingly has me on in her mind. Smack after smack landed, and the final few minutes had me in tears. Not sobbing, but a steady trickle of tears ran down my face and pooled on the large desk I was bent over. After what seemed like an eternity, the alarm went. My spanking was done. Standing up I rubbed my bottom kind of hopping up and down attempting to soothe the burn. In the office is a very large mirror, completely bottomless at this point, I removed the drop sheet it inspect the damage, and what I saw completely shook me. My never reddened previously backside was every shade of red, pock marks or purple and blue speckled across my cheeks as well, my aim was off at times, and did quite the number on my upper thighs. My bottom was throbbing, aching and in so much pain, but the guilt, anxiety, and emotional discomfort was Completely gone. In this moment I began to understand why my wife took to spanking so quickly. And has even requested it at times. The sense of completion at the end of a spanking is unlike anything I’d ever experienced. No more lingering voices whispering negative words in the back of my head no more Doubt, Just calm. I looked at the time, and my workload, pulled up my pants, laced up my boots and got back to work. One thing I did not Consider, is that my job for the day required me to be on my back working under desks, and cabinets, on rigid hard surfaces, shuffling along on none other than my well spanked bottom. I supposed it was a fitting consequence with all things considered. That brings my story to right here right now. I have an hour before my shift is over, and a paddle in my hand. I write this story if you can even call it that, sitting in my old bosses chair, donning a very red, sore and bruised bottom. Eagerly waiting to see my wife’s response when I’m home and show her, even a confident top can be a submissive bottom. That rules are rules, and I’m not above the ones we set for our family, that I love her, and I am truly sorry. Let me know in the comments if you want a pt.2 since this story occurred yesterday there are some updates, and I believe potential to go on to future stories. I am by no means a writer, but this is 100% true, and that alone might be enough to interest people! Again if this is the wrong place to post please take down and Let me know where the proper place is! Thanks for reading!