Wife Spanking (Spanked Wives Stories Book 3)

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Emmy, I am very tired of you constantly using bad language, being disrespectful to me, challenging everything I say and not listening! When are you going to get it?' Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey."

Emmy wiggles a bit and says 'Adam, really I got it. Please, it is embarrassing. It won't happen anymore OK?' Adam pauses. I wanted a spanking and I got one before we even got home! It was in the car, pretty soundly then he made me ** him. I felt very submissive.

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We were very much disgusted when we read in "The Evening World" a letter written by a Brooklyn mother. She says she spanks her daughter-in-law. What kind of a woman is she that would let her her husband"s mother expose and and make her kneel down on the floor and use a rattan on her. It is bad enough to hear about the husband treating his wife that way, but when it comes to the mother-in-law we think it is time to stop. We would be pleased to hear from the daughter- in- law, and let us know how she likes spanking and what the sensation is like . If we daughters-in-law only knew "Brooklyn Mother's" reception day, we might pay her a visit and use the rattan until she had to go to the hospital for a month or two. We advise all daughters-n-law to take the above receipt from. She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched. The second implement I decided on using is no stranger to being used for woodshed whuppin’s. My infamous Italian leather belt, which I decided to wear today for this special occasion. Joey has shared with me many times that the sight and sound of me taking off my belt gives him that “oh no” feeling in the pit of his stomach. Even when I’m just taking it off to put it away. How’s that for some conditioning? 😉 Yes honey, you can. Come to me.' he says and pats on the empty spot in the bed beside him. Emmy gets under the blanket and puts her head on Ada T-minus two minutes and I let Joey know the same. “Two minute warning.” I called out. Pre-Spanking Part II – Joey

I was married five years ago, at the age of sixteen. My husband is very tender and loving and manages so that I not do the slightest work; but ever since the first moment of our marriage I have been compelled to obey him absolutely, though he is just a boy. One month after we were married he spanked me thoroughly because I returned five minutes after the time he had set for my return from a shopping expedition. He has punished me in this way for the slighest disobedience ever since. On one occcasion he made me kneel on the floor. Last week I remonstrated with him and begged him to treat me as a woman. He hushed me with kisses, but warned me never to touch upon the subject again, and I am afraid to. I cannot go on in this way and as a last resort, I ask the advise of of your readers. I have no parents and have absolutely no one to whom I can appeal. She'd rather he decide. Her savage, bare sting would be over soon, unless her next roll went against her. For what seemed like the longest time, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at this diminutive but imperious female before me. A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes.Spankings were common after that first one, ranging from what Lucille referred to as, “a nice little spanking,” applied when she wanted to get my attention, to an all-out and prolonged punishment paddling to correct some willful misbehavior. Always fair, Lucille was also always strict and demanding. Always, that is, until two weeks ago when she suddenly left me, losing a brief but spirited bought with cancer. She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.”