After his first spanking session with Mrs Reynolds, David felt as though he was walking on air. Things were made even better two evenings later when Cynthia suddenly said to David after they had climbed into bed, “David, do you remember when we first used to play together and you used to smack my bottom?”
“Yes my love, how could I ever forget?” laughed David.
“Would you do it again for me?”
“Are you having me on?” asked David.
“No, I’m desperate to have my bottom smacked.”
“Not now.”
“Yes, now, pleeaase.”
“But your mum’ll hear it.”
“Just do it very gently, I just want to lay across your lap and feel your hand on my bottom. You can do it properly when she’s not around.”
“Oh well, if you insist,” said David, thinking that all his birthdays had come at once.
The pair got out of bed and David sat on the side of it and took Cynthia over his lap. He started to smack her over her nightie.
“Oh David, this is wonderful, don’t ever stop,” she sighed.
“I think I might have to, laughed David.
The session lasted for some time before David finally called a halt and the pair went back to bed. Although it had been the gentlest of spankings, Cynthia had a warm glow in her bottom to send her off to sleep.
Several days later Mrs Reynolds went out for the evening and the young couple were alone.
“Are you going to smack my bottom David,” asked Cynthia as she snuggled up to him on the sofa.
“You bet I am,” replied David, thinking, like mother like daughter. “Before I do, can I ask you something?”
“Yes darling.”
“When your mum used to cane you, did you enjoy it?” asked David.
“Good heavens no, it was horrible, I hate that cane. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you want your bottom smacked so I thought you might like a caning.”
“The thought makes me shudder. If only Mum had put me over her lap, I would have enjoyed that,” said Cynthia.
“I think I would as well. I loved being caned by your Mum; it was just like being caned by a strict headmistress.”
“I don’t know how you can say that, she must have hurt you terribly. You were so brave to put up with it,” said Cynthia looking admiringly at her husband.
“I must admit it did hurt sometimes, but if I enjoyed it, it’s immaterial,” said David.
“Anyway, can we get on with warming my naughty bottom please?” said Cynthia.
“Come on then,” said David, patting his lap.
Cynthia stood up and then leaned over David’s lap.” I want my bottom smacked as if I was a naughty little girl.”
“Your wish is my command,” laughed David, pulling up Cynthia’s skirt and petticoat. He then proceeded to give several warm up smacks. “I must admit that you have the most smackable bottom.”
“Thank you darling, warm it up nicely for me.”
David did indeed warm up his wife’s ‘smackable’ bottom. So much so, that she really struggled and squealed to get off his lap. By the time David had finished, her bottom felt as if it could fry an egg.
“How was that?” asked David, as Cynthia lay across his lap puffing and panting after all the effort to wriggle free.
“Heavenly.”
Cynthia eased herself up and stood rubbing her burning bottom.
“I don’t suppose you’d mind doing me a favour?” asked David.
“Anything for you David.”
“Nip upstairs and get the cane.”
“What for?”
“To cane me with, silly.”
“Oh no David, I couldn’t do that,” cried Cynthia.
“Why not?”
“I just hate that cane; I want nothing to do with it.”
“Come on, you wouldn’t be on the receiving end.”
“No, I can’t do it,” replied Cynthia.
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes. Cynthia then relented, seeing the look of disappointment on David’s face. “Alright, wait a minute.” Cynthia then disappeared and returned carrying the cane. David stood up and bent over.
“Six please.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this,” remarked Cynthia as she got into position.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, just imagine it’s your mum that your caning,” laughed David.
Thwack!
“Ooooooowwwch,” cried David.
“Oh darling, I’m sorry, did I hurt you,” cried Cynthia.
David laughed. “ No of course not. Only playing with you.”
“Thank goodness,” said Cynthia with a note of relief in her voice.
Thwaaack!
“That’s better,” said David, looking round at Cynthia.
Thwaacck!
“You’re getting the hang of it.”
Cynthia was indeed getting the hang of it and by the sixth stroke, David’s bottom felt quite sore.
“Certainly enjoyed that,” said David.
“Can I tell you something, said Cynthia.
“What’s that?”
“By the end, I was enjoying it,” admitted Cynthia.
“Great!” exclaimed David, giving his bottom a rub. “Does that mean I can look forward to many more canings?”
“I’ll think about,” said Cynthia with a cheeky grin on her face.
Well, David really was in seventh heaven, a wife and mother in law enjoying caning his bottom.
Two days later, he was alone again with Mrs Reynolds. The marks from Cynthia’s caning having virtually disappeared.
“So David, here we are again,” said Mrs Reynolds, with that wicked half smile of hers. “Would you like to bend over for me again?”
“You bet I would,” enthused David.
“Right, off you go then and bring the cane down,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David needed no second telling and shot off upstairs to return with the cane, which he handed to his mother in law.
“Now David, you’ve been a very naughty boy over this last week and I’m very disappointed in you,” said Mrs Reynolds, as she bent the cane between her hands. David loved it when she spoke like that, he imagined himself standing in front of a strict headmistress.
“Yes mother, I have.”
“As a result you will be caned, now be a good boy and bend over.”
“Yes mother,” replied David, as he bent over and gripped his ankles.
Mrs Reynolds applied the cane to David’s bottom, firmly but not too painfully. He loved every minute of it, despite the sting.
“Now you know what happens to naughty boys don’t you?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes mother, I do,”
“Now, I’ve been a naughty mother in law this week so I think it’s your duty to discipline me,” said Mrs Reynolds.
The thought of caning Mrs Reynolds sent David into ecstacy. Her was this severe looking woman, willing to bend over and have her mature bottom caned, was almost too much to bear. Trembling with excitement, he took the cane and told Mrs R to bend over, which she did immediately.
“Are you going to pull my dress up?” she asked.
David nearly fainted. Was he dreaming? He pulled up her dress and petticoat and did a double take. Before him was a beautifully rounded bottom covered by a pair of black frilly knickers and a black suspender belt. This is all too much, he thought to himself.
“Do you like my underwear?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
For a moment, David was speechless. “I just can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
“I’m wearing it especially for you,” said Mrs R.
“You spoil me,” said David.
“It’s for being such a good son in law. Now don’t keep me bending over for too long.”
“Oh yes, sorry,” said David. As he moved into position, he whipped the cane across the tight pair of knickers, which brought a loud gasp from Mrs R. She put her hand back and rubbed her bottom. The next stroke brought a wiggling of her legs. Each stroke brought a different reaction, and it was a very watery-eyed Mrs R that stood up after six, and rubbed her bottom.
“I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” asked David.
“It hurt very much, but I’ve been a naughty girl and I have to take my punishment. Now be a good boy and take the cane back please.”
David took the cane and returned it to its place. Surely, this can’t last, he thought to himself. Little did David know that Mrs R had a real treat in store for him week.
“Yes my love, how could I ever forget?” laughed David.
“Would you do it again for me?”
“Are you having me on?” asked David.
“No, I’m desperate to have my bottom smacked.”
“Not now.”
“Yes, now, pleeaase.”
“But your mum’ll hear it.”
“Just do it very gently, I just want to lay across your lap and feel your hand on my bottom. You can do it properly when she’s not around.”
“Oh well, if you insist,” said David, thinking that all his birthdays had come at once.
The pair got out of bed and David sat on the side of it and took Cynthia over his lap. He started to smack her over her nightie.
“Oh David, this is wonderful, don’t ever stop,” she sighed.
“I think I might have to, laughed David.
The session lasted for some time before David finally called a halt and the pair went back to bed. Although it had been the gentlest of spankings, Cynthia had a warm glow in her bottom to send her off to sleep.
Several days later Mrs Reynolds went out for the evening and the young couple were alone.
“Are you going to smack my bottom David,” asked Cynthia as she snuggled up to him on the sofa.
“You bet I am,” replied David, thinking, like mother like daughter. “Before I do, can I ask you something?”
“Yes darling.”
“When your mum used to cane you, did you enjoy it?” asked David.
“Good heavens no, it was horrible, I hate that cane. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you want your bottom smacked so I thought you might like a caning.”
“The thought makes me shudder. If only Mum had put me over her lap, I would have enjoyed that,” said Cynthia.
“I think I would as well. I loved being caned by your Mum; it was just like being caned by a strict headmistress.”
“I don’t know how you can say that, she must have hurt you terribly. You were so brave to put up with it,” said Cynthia looking admiringly at her husband.
“I must admit it did hurt sometimes, but if I enjoyed it, it’s immaterial,” said David.
“Anyway, can we get on with warming my naughty bottom please?” said Cynthia.
“Come on then,” said David, patting his lap.
Cynthia stood up and then leaned over David’s lap.” I want my bottom smacked as if I was a naughty little girl.”
“Your wish is my command,” laughed David, pulling up Cynthia’s skirt and petticoat. He then proceeded to give several warm up smacks. “I must admit that you have the most smackable bottom.”
“Thank you darling, warm it up nicely for me.”
David did indeed warm up his wife’s ‘smackable’ bottom. So much so, that she really struggled and squealed to get off his lap. By the time David had finished, her bottom felt as if it could fry an egg.
“How was that?” asked David, as Cynthia lay across his lap puffing and panting after all the effort to wriggle free.
“Heavenly.”
Cynthia eased herself up and stood rubbing her burning bottom.
“I don’t suppose you’d mind doing me a favour?” asked David.
“Anything for you David.”
“Nip upstairs and get the cane.”
“What for?”
“To cane me with, silly.”
“Oh no David, I couldn’t do that,” cried Cynthia.
“Why not?”
“I just hate that cane; I want nothing to do with it.”
“Come on, you wouldn’t be on the receiving end.”
“No, I can’t do it,” replied Cynthia.
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes. Cynthia then relented, seeing the look of disappointment on David’s face. “Alright, wait a minute.” Cynthia then disappeared and returned carrying the cane. David stood up and bent over.
“Six please.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this,” remarked Cynthia as she got into position.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, just imagine it’s your mum that your caning,” laughed David.
Thwack!
“Ooooooowwwch,” cried David.
“Oh darling, I’m sorry, did I hurt you,” cried Cynthia.
David laughed. “ No of course not. Only playing with you.”
“Thank goodness,” said Cynthia with a note of relief in her voice.
Thwaaack!
“That’s better,” said David, looking round at Cynthia.
Thwaacck!
“You’re getting the hang of it.”
Cynthia was indeed getting the hang of it and by the sixth stroke, David’s bottom felt quite sore.
“Certainly enjoyed that,” said David.
“Can I tell you something, said Cynthia.
“What’s that?”
“By the end, I was enjoying it,” admitted Cynthia.
“Great!” exclaimed David, giving his bottom a rub. “Does that mean I can look forward to many more canings?”
“I’ll think about,” said Cynthia with a cheeky grin on her face.
Well, David really was in seventh heaven, a wife and mother in law enjoying caning his bottom.
Two days later, he was alone again with Mrs Reynolds. The marks from Cynthia’s caning having virtually disappeared.
“So David, here we are again,” said Mrs Reynolds, with that wicked half smile of hers. “Would you like to bend over for me again?”
“You bet I would,” enthused David.
“Right, off you go then and bring the cane down,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David needed no second telling and shot off upstairs to return with the cane, which he handed to his mother in law.
“Now David, you’ve been a very naughty boy over this last week and I’m very disappointed in you,” said Mrs Reynolds, as she bent the cane between her hands. David loved it when she spoke like that, he imagined himself standing in front of a strict headmistress.
“Yes mother, I have.”
“As a result you will be caned, now be a good boy and bend over.”
“Yes mother,” replied David, as he bent over and gripped his ankles.
Mrs Reynolds applied the cane to David’s bottom, firmly but not too painfully. He loved every minute of it, despite the sting.
“Now you know what happens to naughty boys don’t you?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes mother, I do,”
“Now, I’ve been a naughty mother in law this week so I think it’s your duty to discipline me,” said Mrs Reynolds.
The thought of caning Mrs Reynolds sent David into ecstacy. Her was this severe looking woman, willing to bend over and have her mature bottom caned, was almost too much to bear. Trembling with excitement, he took the cane and told Mrs R to bend over, which she did immediately.
“Are you going to pull my dress up?” she asked.
David nearly fainted. Was he dreaming? He pulled up her dress and petticoat and did a double take. Before him was a beautifully rounded bottom covered by a pair of black frilly knickers and a black suspender belt. This is all too much, he thought to himself.
“Do you like my underwear?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
For a moment, David was speechless. “I just can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
“I’m wearing it especially for you,” said Mrs R.
“You spoil me,” said David.
“It’s for being such a good son in law. Now don’t keep me bending over for too long.”
“Oh yes, sorry,” said David. As he moved into position, he whipped the cane across the tight pair of knickers, which brought a loud gasp from Mrs R. She put her hand back and rubbed her bottom. The next stroke brought a wiggling of her legs. Each stroke brought a different reaction, and it was a very watery-eyed Mrs R that stood up after six, and rubbed her bottom.
“I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” asked David.
“It hurt very much, but I’ve been a naughty girl and I have to take my punishment. Now be a good boy and take the cane back please.”
David took the cane and returned it to its place. Surely, this can’t last, he thought to himself. Little did David know that Mrs R had a real treat in store for him week.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Aug 08, 2016 9:25 pm