Love & Spanking 08
When David arrived home on his half day, Mrs Reynolds was waiting for him.
“Come in David, your dinner’s ready for you,”
David quickly devoured his dinner, as he knew what awaited him, or he thought he did.
“Are you ready to have your bottom warmed?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“As soon as you’re ready,” replied David.
“Very well,” said Mrs Reynolds. “Come with me.”
Mrs Reynolds led David from the kitchen to the dining room.
On the table was one of Cynthia’s old school plimsolls.
“I knew these would come in handy one day,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
“Reminds me of getting it at school,” remarked David.
“Was it over trousers?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Trousers and PE shorts,” replied David.
“Which was worse?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh, PE shorts, we weren’t allowed to have any pants on underneath.”
“I see, I think before I whack you, we’ll have your trousers down.”
“Oh, I think that might just hurt,” replied David nervously.
“Of course it will, but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have liked to have got it from a PE mistress, would you?” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“We’d probably have all been queuing up for it,” replied David.
“Just as I thought,” said Mrs Reynolds. “Right let’s have those trousers down.”
“Do I have to?” asked David, feeling a little nervous and embarrassed.
“Yes you do, if you want to carry on with our little arrangement,” said Mrs Reynolds firmly.
When Mrs Reynolds put on her headmistress voice, David couldn’t resist her.
“Yes alright Miss,”
Mrs Reynolds smiled. She knew how much David enjoyed it. So he lowered his trousers. Mrs Reynolds pulled out a chair from under the table.
“Now then, over the back of the chair.”
David bent over and geared himself up ready.
“I shall give you twelve,” announced Mrs Reynolds.
“Twelve!” exclaimed David in a startled voice. “Twelve.”
“I’m sorry David but you have been such a naughty boy this week.”
“But what have I done?”
“I saw you ogling my underwear on the washing line.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, I’m glad you like it, it gives me a good excuse to punish you severely.”
“Don’t do it too hard will you?” pleaded David.
“David, if I was the headmistress at your school, would you say that?”
“Suppose not.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. For the purpose of these sessions I am your headmistress, not your Mother-in-law, is that clear?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Good, because I know how much you enjoy thinking of me as a headmistress. I am right aren’t I?”
“Definitely, you make a lovely headmistress.”
“So, let’s see if I punish like a headmistress shall we?”
“Yes please,” replied David with great enthusiasm.
Whaapp!!
David took the first six without too much trouble, although it did sting a bit. However, Mrs Reynolds then turned up the heat.
Whaaaappp!!
“Owch.”
“Feeling it now are we?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes Miss,” replied David.
Whhhaaappp!!
“Ooooowww.”
David was now starting to squirm. The sting was beginning to get to him.
Whhhaaappp!!
“Oooooowww, Miss!”
“Keep quiet and take your punishment, you naughty boy.”
“I’m sorry Miss, it hurts.”
“Honestly David, don’t be such a baby,” said Mrs Reynolds.
She then proceeded to finish the job.
“There you are David, you can get up now,” said Mrs Reynolds, standing back and looking at David’s bottom.
David stood up, his eyes watering with the sting, and rubbed his bottom.
“So how does that feel?” asked Mrs Reynolds, tapping the slipper on her hand.
“Sore,” remarked David.
“You were a good boy to take it, thank you. I suggest we break for a cup of tea and then it’s your turn.”
So they went to the kitchen and brewed a cuppa.
“I’ll stand up for mine,” laughed David.
They finished their tea and went back to the dining room.
“I’ve got the most glorious warm glow in my bum,” remarked David.
“Are you enjoying it?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Hmmm, yes.”
“I can look forward to the same thing in a minute,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Do you want twelve as well then?” asked David.
“Yes I do, I’ve been a very naughty headmistress, giving you all those whacks and now I shall have to take the same.”
“You don’t have to you know,” said David.
“Oh but I do,” said Mrs Reynolds going to the chair, pulling up her skirt and slip and bending over.
David picked up the slipper and stood staring at the beautifully rounded mature bottom, covered with a thin pair of yellow nylon knickers.
“When you’re ready sir.”
David moved into position, his mouth watering at the prospect of delivering twelve whacks. Then he gave a couple of little taps.
Whhaapp!!
Whaapp!!
Like David, Mrs Reynolds took the six without flinching, but the pain was building up.
Whaapp!!
Whhhaaappp!!
“Ooooch.”
Again, like David she survived the twelve.
“You can get up now,” announced David, gazing at the yellow knickered bottom. What a treat it had been for him.
Mrs Reynolds got up and furiously rubbed her bottom. She too had watery eyes.
“Thank you David, I did so enjoy that.”
“It must have hurt with only those thin knickers on?”
“Oh yes it did, but it does something for me after waiting all this time since my husband died.”
“It was a good job I came along and fell in love with your daughter,” said David.
“Indeed it was,” replied Mrs Reynolds gratefully.
Later that evening as David and Cynthia went to bed, Cynthia made a request. “David, do you think you could give me a spanking every night before I get into bed?”
“It’ll be a pleasure,” replied David. Two in one day, thought David, great. “Do you want it now?”
“No, when I’ve got my nightie on,” replied Cynthia.
David watched as Cynthia undressed and put on her full length nightie. Then she went to the dressing table and brushed her long hair. When she had finished she went over to David and handed him the hairbrush. “I’m ready now.”
“Can’t wait,“ smiled David.
“Are you going to put me over your lap?”
“If that’s what you want my darling,” replied David, giving his wife a kiss.
“I long for it every day.”
Come along then,” said David, gently taking his wife’s hand and drawing her towards him.
“Don’t smack me too hard otherwise Mum will hear my squeals.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” said David, thinking, I’ll bet she would love to hear the smacks and squeals.
Cynthia lowered herself over David’s lap and wriggled into a comfortable position. David then gently rubbed his hand over Cynthia’s upturned bottom.
“Ooooo David, I love it when you do that. It gives me a feeling of excitement and expectation.”
“Well, you need expect no longer,” said David.
Smack, smack, smack.
David gently applied the hairbrush and Cynthia purred with delight. After a great many smacks her bottom was feeling the sting of the brush.
“I think we need to stop now, it’s starting to hurt,” warned Cynthia.
“Right, have you enjoyed it?” asked David.
“Oh David, it was heavenly, you do it so beautifully.”
“You’ve got a beautiful bottom my love,” laughed David.
“Cheeky,” laughed Cynthia. “Now I’m going to lay in bed and enjoy that warm feeling that’s coming into my bottom.”
“Hang on, what about me?”
“You don’t want your bottom smacked do you?” asked a surprised Cynthia.
“You bet I do, you’re not the only one going to enjoy a warm bum,” said David.
“David, how many times do I have to tell you not to use that word, the word is bottom. You deserve a warm bottom for saying it,” said Cynthia taking the brush from David. “Over my lap, you’re a very naughty boy.” Cynthia sat on the side of the bed and pulled David over her lap. Two spankings in a day, David was in paradise. Cynthia commenced to apply the brush to David’s pyjama bottoms. Again, the smacks were not hard because of the noise factor. Once David had taken enough, the brush was returned to the dressing table and the pair climbed into bed to enjoy the warmth of their bottoms.
When David arrived home on his half day, Mrs Reynolds was waiting for him.
“Come in David, your dinner’s ready for you,”
David quickly devoured his dinner, as he knew what awaited him, or he thought he did.
“Are you ready to have your bottom warmed?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“As soon as you’re ready,” replied David.
“Very well,” said Mrs Reynolds. “Come with me.”
Mrs Reynolds led David from the kitchen to the dining room.
On the table was one of Cynthia’s old school plimsolls.
“I knew these would come in handy one day,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
“Reminds me of getting it at school,” remarked David.
“Was it over trousers?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Trousers and PE shorts,” replied David.
“Which was worse?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh, PE shorts, we weren’t allowed to have any pants on underneath.”
“I see, I think before I whack you, we’ll have your trousers down.”
“Oh, I think that might just hurt,” replied David nervously.
“Of course it will, but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have liked to have got it from a PE mistress, would you?” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“We’d probably have all been queuing up for it,” replied David.
“Just as I thought,” said Mrs Reynolds. “Right let’s have those trousers down.”
“Do I have to?” asked David, feeling a little nervous and embarrassed.
“Yes you do, if you want to carry on with our little arrangement,” said Mrs Reynolds firmly.
When Mrs Reynolds put on her headmistress voice, David couldn’t resist her.
“Yes alright Miss,”
Mrs Reynolds smiled. She knew how much David enjoyed it. So he lowered his trousers. Mrs Reynolds pulled out a chair from under the table.
“Now then, over the back of the chair.”
David bent over and geared himself up ready.
“I shall give you twelve,” announced Mrs Reynolds.
“Twelve!” exclaimed David in a startled voice. “Twelve.”
“I’m sorry David but you have been such a naughty boy this week.”
“But what have I done?”
“I saw you ogling my underwear on the washing line.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, I’m glad you like it, it gives me a good excuse to punish you severely.”
“Don’t do it too hard will you?” pleaded David.
“David, if I was the headmistress at your school, would you say that?”
“Suppose not.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. For the purpose of these sessions I am your headmistress, not your Mother-in-law, is that clear?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Good, because I know how much you enjoy thinking of me as a headmistress. I am right aren’t I?”
“Definitely, you make a lovely headmistress.”
“So, let’s see if I punish like a headmistress shall we?”
“Yes please,” replied David with great enthusiasm.
Whaapp!!
David took the first six without too much trouble, although it did sting a bit. However, Mrs Reynolds then turned up the heat.
Whaaaappp!!
“Owch.”
“Feeling it now are we?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes Miss,” replied David.
Whhhaaappp!!
“Ooooowww.”
David was now starting to squirm. The sting was beginning to get to him.
Whhhaaappp!!
“Oooooowww, Miss!”
“Keep quiet and take your punishment, you naughty boy.”
“I’m sorry Miss, it hurts.”
“Honestly David, don’t be such a baby,” said Mrs Reynolds.
She then proceeded to finish the job.
“There you are David, you can get up now,” said Mrs Reynolds, standing back and looking at David’s bottom.
David stood up, his eyes watering with the sting, and rubbed his bottom.
“So how does that feel?” asked Mrs Reynolds, tapping the slipper on her hand.
“Sore,” remarked David.
“You were a good boy to take it, thank you. I suggest we break for a cup of tea and then it’s your turn.”
So they went to the kitchen and brewed a cuppa.
“I’ll stand up for mine,” laughed David.
They finished their tea and went back to the dining room.
“I’ve got the most glorious warm glow in my bum,” remarked David.
“Are you enjoying it?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Hmmm, yes.”
“I can look forward to the same thing in a minute,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Do you want twelve as well then?” asked David.
“Yes I do, I’ve been a very naughty headmistress, giving you all those whacks and now I shall have to take the same.”
“You don’t have to you know,” said David.
“Oh but I do,” said Mrs Reynolds going to the chair, pulling up her skirt and slip and bending over.
David picked up the slipper and stood staring at the beautifully rounded mature bottom, covered with a thin pair of yellow nylon knickers.
“When you’re ready sir.”
David moved into position, his mouth watering at the prospect of delivering twelve whacks. Then he gave a couple of little taps.
Whhaapp!!
Whaapp!!
Like David, Mrs Reynolds took the six without flinching, but the pain was building up.
Whaapp!!
Whhhaaappp!!
“Ooooch.”
Again, like David she survived the twelve.
“You can get up now,” announced David, gazing at the yellow knickered bottom. What a treat it had been for him.
Mrs Reynolds got up and furiously rubbed her bottom. She too had watery eyes.
“Thank you David, I did so enjoy that.”
“It must have hurt with only those thin knickers on?”
“Oh yes it did, but it does something for me after waiting all this time since my husband died.”
“It was a good job I came along and fell in love with your daughter,” said David.
“Indeed it was,” replied Mrs Reynolds gratefully.
Later that evening as David and Cynthia went to bed, Cynthia made a request. “David, do you think you could give me a spanking every night before I get into bed?”
“It’ll be a pleasure,” replied David. Two in one day, thought David, great. “Do you want it now?”
“No, when I’ve got my nightie on,” replied Cynthia.
David watched as Cynthia undressed and put on her full length nightie. Then she went to the dressing table and brushed her long hair. When she had finished she went over to David and handed him the hairbrush. “I’m ready now.”
“Can’t wait,“ smiled David.
“Are you going to put me over your lap?”
“If that’s what you want my darling,” replied David, giving his wife a kiss.
“I long for it every day.”
Come along then,” said David, gently taking his wife’s hand and drawing her towards him.
“Don’t smack me too hard otherwise Mum will hear my squeals.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” said David, thinking, I’ll bet she would love to hear the smacks and squeals.
Cynthia lowered herself over David’s lap and wriggled into a comfortable position. David then gently rubbed his hand over Cynthia’s upturned bottom.
“Ooooo David, I love it when you do that. It gives me a feeling of excitement and expectation.”
“Well, you need expect no longer,” said David.
Smack, smack, smack.
David gently applied the hairbrush and Cynthia purred with delight. After a great many smacks her bottom was feeling the sting of the brush.
“I think we need to stop now, it’s starting to hurt,” warned Cynthia.
“Right, have you enjoyed it?” asked David.
“Oh David, it was heavenly, you do it so beautifully.”
“You’ve got a beautiful bottom my love,” laughed David.
“Cheeky,” laughed Cynthia. “Now I’m going to lay in bed and enjoy that warm feeling that’s coming into my bottom.”
“Hang on, what about me?”
“You don’t want your bottom smacked do you?” asked a surprised Cynthia.
“You bet I do, you’re not the only one going to enjoy a warm bum,” said David.
“David, how many times do I have to tell you not to use that word, the word is bottom. You deserve a warm bottom for saying it,” said Cynthia taking the brush from David. “Over my lap, you’re a very naughty boy.” Cynthia sat on the side of the bed and pulled David over her lap. Two spankings in a day, David was in paradise. Cynthia commenced to apply the brush to David’s pyjama bottoms. Again, the smacks were not hard because of the noise factor. Once David had taken enough, the brush was returned to the dressing table and the pair climbed into bed to enjoy the warmth of their bottoms.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Thu Aug 11, 2016 11:53 am