GARY SPANKS HIS NAUGHTY GIRL.

     'Darling, the light bulb is stuck.'
That was all I heard, seeing as I was in the living room at the time. But then, my wife does have a habit of trying to talk to me through walls within the house anyway.
  Next day, and I had completely forgotten the comment, until that is, I looked up at the light bulb in the ceiling of the kitchen to find it dangling by a mere thread of filament. The glass bulb being completely detached from the metal contact part. I was instantly angered at the recklessness of my wife just leaving the bulb in such a state. Not only the risk of electrocution but also the shards of glass that would have projectiled out as it smashed onto our worktop, (it was directly above it).
    'Did you just leave that bulb hanging like that?' I said, only slightly portraying my annoyance.
    'I told you about it yesterday,' she replied, but not really answering my question.
So I repeated myself and got the answer that I had suspected all along.
    'I gave it a twist and it just came away in my hand,' her blue eyes flashing at me with adolescent innocence.
  In all fairness I knew that I was partly to blame for not seeing to it sooner, but this was just the chance that I had been hoping for to exact a little payback.
    'Why didn't you tell me that it was broken off, it was hanging by a thread,' I admonished.
Several stumbled explanations later and I knew that this time I could take the upper hand. Just as when they announce the result of a vote in parliament and say 'the ayes have it,' I knew from her posture and upward glances at me, that this woman wanted a spanking from me.
    'Right young lady, over my knee!' I said as I seated myself at a kitchen chair.
With an empty house and no chance of disturbance for a good few hours yet, I put on my sternest face and glared at her. She offered her protests but still slowly walked towards me, a resolved look upon her face.
Offering me her hand, she meekly lowered herself over my lap and quickly settled to accept her punishment, even pushing her bottom up into a more prominent position. I didn't hesitate for a moment and swiftly pulled down her relaxey pants (not sure of the spelling of that, sorry) to expose those wonderful globes of prominent buttocks.
   'You have behaved most recklessly leaving that light bulb in such a state, and you deserve a good spanking for it,' I stated.
   My oh my, what a glorious feeling it was to be the disciplinarian for once. And I didn't go easy on her either. My hand smacked down for maybe five or six times before I heard a whimper from her. The red hue just beginning to show on her lower bottom, I shifted my aim higher so as to spread the intensity of the spanking, (a trick I had learnt from my headmaster).
   'You're damn lucky that I don't take the paddle to you,' I told her as she started to squirm over my lap, her owws and ouchs coming after every smack now.
  Having thoroughly spanked the whole area of her bottom, now a nice deep shade of red, I rested my hand on her lower back.
   'Shall I continue, or will you offer me an apology for your reckless behaviour?' I said, quite surprised at her obedient posture.
   'I'm sorry sir,' she said in a higher toned voice than normal.
   'Then you may get up,' I answered, not bothering to pull up her relaxey pants.
  She then stood and pouted, with her lower lip showing more prominent, and began rubbing her behind with both hands. I gave her a few moments to recover herself then stood, offered her my hand, and led her upstairs to the bedroom..........

  As a footnote....
 The very next day I had to replace another bulb in the kitchen ceiling and it too broke off as I unscrewed it.  Turns out that the bulbs that 'I' bought several weeks ago from a yard sale were cheap and nasty.....ooops.
                                               Don't tell the wife !!!!

Kind regards,
Gary.      

Maintenance Spanking....(or was it revenge?)

As I have previously stated, we are not in D.D. relationship and nor can I see us being so, or so I thought. For all our previous playtimes have been exactly that, play!...But something changed the other night when we went to bed, something definitely changed.

It had been exactly 34 days since my return from Thrashwells school and no spankings had taken place, not even a suggestion of one in the offing. Save for the occasional swat on my behind in the kitchen whilst I prepared dinner, we had been in a small trough as far as spankings are concerned. But then, out of the blue, my wife said to me as I was already in bed,
  'So you don't want a spanking tonight eh?'
At which, I leapt out of bed and stood before her naked, my eyes lowered and my hands in front of me.
 'Choose your implement,' she said, with no hint of malice or anger in her voice.
The leather paddle being the lesser of evils within our toy list, I chose that one, foolishly believing that a warm up spanking over her knee would take some of the sting out of it.
 'Now bend over the end of the bed!' her voice only slightly harder in tone.
 'But don't I get a warm up first?' I whimpered rather pathetically.
No reply was offered, instead, she proceeded to spank my behind with the paddle, slowly at first but progressively faster and harder, as she then told me of her disappointments in me.
I had taken too many liberties when being allowed to attend school. I had allowed myself to be birched in front of an audience, something that she had not anticipated. I had been far too excited to be going to the venue beforehand and I had not discussed in much detail what goings on had occurred on the day...!!
Her scolding me, together with the now quite painful smacks from the leather paddle, had me squirming left and right and quite honestly, a shame came over me rather unexpectedly.
But just as suddenly as it started, she then stopped, threw the paddle onto the bed and said,
'There....you've had your spanking!'
I got back into bed and sulked.
I felt slightly shocked, slightly humiliated, but most of all, very very humbled.
Later, we talked and discussed our situation. We talked about how we could go on from this 'thing' that I have. We talked and then we made love.
I hope we can continue to talk. It is one of my major failings that I don't talk much about my feelings, or about my feelings for her. I know that I must change that. I will change that. For I love her too dearly, most deeply, to let her down again.




Kindest of regards,
Gary.  

Aquatic creatures of the deep

Very little has happened since my return from Thrashwells on the home front regarding spanking, and so I thought I might make a plea for a rather rare form of aquatic life form that has been spotted on the shores of Brazil. Not too many people know, or have even set eyes on this very rare creature. They are akin to mermaids and hobgoblins in that respect and yet, one has been photographed in all it's glory................

ENJOY this rare delight..............

                                                  I call it a Quadapussy !!


   Kind regards,
   Gary(naughty)boy.....
   Who can blame me ?