Wednesday, May 23, 2018

More Injured Pride - FM Spanking Comic

Well it appears that even a double dose of his wife's hairbrush is not enough to break this stubborn husband featured in a previous post :

Injured Pride

However , a disciplinary wife always has a variety of weapons in her arsenal and there is always one which sends chills through his spine at the mere sight of it.
A sound application of leather to his backside after the harshness of the wood is just what he needs to get that attitude of his in line.
He will say anything to make her stop but she pays no attention to his howling and pleading fact it inspires her to strap him even harder and longer.
His stubborn male pride soon evaporates and he willingly kneels before her and follows her every command! 

Thursday, May 10, 2018

More Doctors Orders - FM Spanking Story

In this sequel to  Doctor's Orders , our spoilt playboy Lord Reginald Chumley is still trying to romance the stunning Doctor Florence Davenport......

Doctor Florence Davenport's assistant entered her office carrying a huge bouquet of roses.
"More flowers from Lord Chumley Doctor! Where shall I put them?" she asked.
The pretty Doctor shook her head , "He certainly is persistent!Send them off to the retirement home with the others Sally please."

"He's called four times already today asking to speak with you Doctor.What should I do?" Sally said.
Doctor Davenport sighed and looked up from her paperwork , "I see I must do something about our Lord Chumley...make an appointment for him at at 5pm today Sally please"
Sally looked puzzled , "But your last appointment is at 4pm Doctor...."
Florence smiled at her , "It's OK Sally , you can leave at the regular time.I can handle Lord Chumley on my own."

Back at the Manor , Lord Reginald Chumley burst with excitement when his Housekeeper Mona brought him the good news about his 5pm appointment with Doctor Davenport.
"I knew she couldn't resist much woman can!" he boasted.
Mona shook her head , "I wouldn't be so sure about that Reginald.Doctor Davenport is not like those women who swoon over you well know!" she smirked.

Reginald's pride momentarily sagged when he recalled how the good Doctor had humiliated him so much when she had paid him a house call a month ago.
"This time will be different Mona!" Reginald declared confidently.Mona wagged a finger at him , "OK but remember drinking and I want you home and in bed by 10!"Mona had been Reginald's Nanny since he was a baby and it was part of her job to keep the rambunctious young Lord out of trouble.

"Aw Mona! Can't we forget about that just for this evening ?" he pleaded in his best 'good boy' voice.
Mona was having none of it, "Absolutely not Reginald! A punishment is a punishment and your curfew is not over until this weekend.You know my rules .....and if you defy me you'll be having a rather unpleasant meeting with Betty Blister!"she warned.
Reginald gulped , instinctively rubbing the seat of his expensive silk trousers.

Betty Blister was the pet name for the big hardwood hairbrush Mona spanked his bare bottom with when he misbehaved.
It had been almost a week since his last session with Mona had him over her lap for a 'discussion' with Betty Blister ...and added a curfew after Reginald had tried to sneak a young lady back to his room after another wild party.
He had no appetite for a repeat of that!

The smartly dressed Reginald sat in Doctor Davenport's office for over an hour , clutching the flowers he had brought her , as patients trundled in and out of her office.
Tapping his foot , Reginald  looked nervously at the wall clock in Doctor Davenport's  waiting room .
It was 5.30pm , and the last patient and the Doctor's assistant had left 45 minutes ago.He thought about just knocking on her surgery door but he did not wish to look too anxious .

The clock showed 6pm when the surgery door finally opened.
"Ah Lord Chumley...follow me please." she told him curtly.
Giddy with excitement Reginald held out the flowers.
Florence looked at them , "More flowers! What a surprise." she said sarcastically , taking the big bouquet and dramatically dropping it in the garbage can.
Flinging her head back confidently , she strode into her surgery with Reginald following close behind.

Once inside , Reginald stood while Doctor Davenport settled into the big chair , crossing her long legs seductively giving him a glimpse of stocking top and milky white thigh.
"So Lord Chumley...what is so important that you feel you must call my office  5 times every day? Have you had a recurrence of your mysterious 'tropical' disease? Because if you have , I would be glad to administer another treatment....but I recall you did not find that  very pleasant did you?"she teased.
Reginald smiled nervously and shook his head , "Oh no....that has all cleared up now.Actually my calls were personal not professional....I was ....hoping I could take you to dinner to make up for all that trouble I caused you." he stammered.

There was an uncomfortable pause before the good Doctor responded.
He was encouraged when a smile appeared on her pretty lips.
"Yes you were quite a naughty boy Lord Chumley ....and now you know very well how I deal with naughty boys like you. Pestering my assistant the way you have lately was very naughty too!" 
Reginald nodded , "Yes it was...and I do apologize but I...." he began but he stopped when the Doctor sprang to her feet and straightened the hem of her white gown."Well Lord Chumley , you came here for a medical appointment so we had best get on with it!" she declared.

Reginald looked shocked at the change in the conversation.Florence looked sternly at him , "Well don't stand there dawdling ....take your clothes off...all of them! I'll return momentarily." she said before leaving the room.
Reginald removed his clothes and stood shivering in the cool room for a full 20 minutes before the door re-opened.

When the Doctor entered his jaw dropped.Florence had removed her tight skirt and wore only her  short white lab coat.
Reginald could see her breasts straining against the undone buttons.The coat only came to the tops of her thighs and her black stocking tops and bare thighs were fully exposed.He could feel his erection growing at the mere sight of her.

It was only then that he noticed a familiar object in her hand...Betty Blister!
Holding the door open , Florence smiled broadly when Mona stepped into the room."Mona! What the..." Reginald exclaimed covering his erection with both hands and stepping back."Hello Reginald." the petite older woman smiled back.Reginald gasped when from behind her back , Mona produced a very formidable leather strap!
Doctor Davenport was doing her best not to laugh and looked at her surprised patient earnestly."I invited Mona to help me with your 'treatment' your Lordship , and she readily agreed."

Reginald's jaw was open so wide he could not speak.
The Doctor walked behind him and he winced when her soft palm caressed his round cheeks."I see you still have the marks from your last session with Betty Blister your Lordship.Nice job Mona. But I think think the marks both of us are going to leave will last a lot longer !" she warned.

Mona giggled and snapped the big leather strap giving Reginald a jolt , "I'm afraid this strap is going to be very nasty Reginald. Doctor Davenport prescribed it just for you!" Mona said.Doctor Davenport waved her index finger in a circle "Assume the position over the bench Reginald !" she ordered.

Reginald turned and bent over leaving his bare rear end at the disposal of the two ladies.
Doctor Davenport opened the cabinet and retrieved the biggest rectal thermometer Reginald had ever seen.His eyes widened.

She twirled it in her fingers and turned to Mona , "First I'm going to take our naughty boy's temperature Mona.Then you and I are going to make sure the temperature of his naughty bottom rises to 400 degrees!"
Striding behind him she produced a gasp from Reginald when she inserted the object into his rear.He let out a girlish squeal when she roughly moved it around and yanked it out before giving his ass a hefty smack!"Why don't you start him off  with the leather Mona....and then you can leave Lord Chumley and I alone  with Betty Blister .......and I can give him the special treatment!"

Monday, May 7, 2018

Injured Pride - FM Spanking Comic

One of the biggest challenges for the Strict Wife is to overcome their Husband's stubborn male pride.
This husband has already endured a severe bottom roasting and only has to respond to his wife's question with a simple " Yes Ma'am!" to end his ordeal.
Unfortunately his male pride , or his bottom , has not been injured enough so instead he responds in a quite inappropriate way.
Predictably , he finds himself back over his wife's lap and this time she will really lay the wood to his backside until he is ready to swallow that male pride .
It shouldn't take her too long.....

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Shopping Cure - FM Spanking Story

Shopping is not one of my favourite activities and nobody knows that better than my wife.
She is the one who must endure my sulking , surliness,  whining and constant complaining during the event.
Even knowing that I will be in for a sound paddling afterwards fails to inspire me to smarten up.

Last week my wife tried a different approach which she believes has solved the problem.
It was Saturday morning and my grumpyness at the prospect of grocery shopping was already apparent.
I rattled the car keys impatiently at my wife who was working at the kitchen counter.
"Let's go!" I said curtly.

She looked over her shoulder at me , a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Just a minute.There's something I need to do before we go." 
Curious , I strolled over and gazed over her shoulder to see she was chopping up pieces of ginger root.
"New recipe? " I asked naively .
She giggled , "You might say that!".

She examined the various shapes of ginger root she had laid out before her and gleefully selected one.
"This should do nicely!" she announced triumphantly. 
"Drop your pants and bend over the counter!" she ordered.
My shoulders slumped , "AW no! Not a paddling...I promise I'll be in a good mood this time" I pleaded.
Leaning her face closer to mine she pointed to the counter.
"Do as I say!" she seethed.

Recognizing that look , I promptly dropped my pants and leaned over the counter.
I was facing the kitchen window which looks onto the street and luckily the blinds were still closed.
"Pull your cheeks apart and I suggest you take a deep breath!" she ordered.
Peering over my shoulder I saw the big piece of ginger in her hand.
"NO! YOU WOULDN'T ?? PLEASE!" I pleaded and then gasped when she inserted the ginger in my anus.
"GAAAAH! "I moaned and it wasn't long before the ginger was having an effect.
It burned like heck and my eyes were watering.

"Don't you dare move!" she warned and went to the bedroom , returning with the big Jokari paddle.
Rearing back she brought it down with a deafening 'SPLATT!" across my cheeks.
"OOOOW!" I hollered.
She delivered a full 20 licks as hard as she could , adding the sting of the paddle to the burning from the ginger.
"If you behave while we're out I'll remove the ginger when we get back.....if you don't it stays in longer and you'll get the paddling of your life ....understood? " she warned.

"OOOOH! Yes Ma'am! Please can you take it out Ma'am? I promise I'll be good...." I wailed .
She gave my bare bottom a hefty swat and then made sure the ginger was still in place.
"You heard me! It stays to remind you to behave!" she scolded.

Well my wife has likely never seen a better behaved husband than the one she spent that morning shopping with.
I opened doors for her , helped her find items and did not utter one complaint ....even though that ginger burned away for most of the trip.
She was clearly enjoying herself and teased me by ordering me to buy more ginger root at the store , "Make sure you get the right should know!" she chuckled.

Despite my obvious desperation , when we returned home she took the time to put the groceries away and make a  cup of tea before she smiled at me and said , "I guess I should remove that nasty ginger root from your ass now!"
Taking my hand , she led me to the bedroom and I gratefully lay on the bed as she removed the annoying obstruction.
"AAAAAH!" I gasped , sinking into the bed in relief.

She flopped down beside me and caressed my face.
"Poor baby...that must have been awfully uncomfortable for you?" she purred.
"It certainly was...." I concurred.
An impish grin spread over her face , "Actually I was kind of looking forward to blistering your butt again....I was sure you were going to cave...." she confessed  , "....but you didn't , so I suppose I should reward you instead!"
Turning me over , she smiled at my erection and opened her mouth.
In the end it was a good day for shopping!

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Party Punishment - FM Spanking Story

"May I speak with you privately Carl?"Francesca asked her husband politely bit with a hint of seriousness in her tone.
The couple he was chatting with  looked at each other in surprise .
Carl's embarrassment was obvious , his face flushed and his jaw dropped , as he  realized what his wife may have in mind.

"I'll be there in a minute honey I'm just..."he began , trying to save face, but his wife  was having none of it.
"I mean NOW Carl !" she interrupted,  casting him an icy glare .
To emphasize her point her tone was loud enough to produce a brief but uneasy silence from their guests .

Francesca pointed to the stairs with a dramatically outstretched arm.
With all eyes on him , Carl turned hesitantly , his eyes avoiding the curious guests , and reluctantly  followed his impatient wife .

Francesca took a firm grip on Carl's wrist to hurry him along and he obediently followed her lead.
As they reached the stairs  , she turned to address their guests "Please excuse us folks...this won't take long.Help yourselves to more coffee and dessert." 

As Francesca ushered her reluctant husband upstairs ,the guests smirked and speculated about poor Carl's fate.
"Carl's in trouble again....but this time Francesca isn't going to wait until we leave to deal with him!" one of the ladies chuckled.
"Well she did warn him!" another one added with a giggle.

Upstairs in the bedroom , Francesca was wasting no time in remonstrating her naughty husband.
Carl was unable to insert a single word in his defense as Francesca lectured him with a wagging finger and hand on hip.

Then , having exhausted her verbal assault , leaving her husband’s ears burning , she opened the dresser draw and withdrew a long thin cane.
"I will do my part in reducing the noise by using my cane.....but we will have to do something to keep you quiet Carl." she mused , a confident smirk playing on her pretty face.

Carl just shrugged his shoulders in subdued and silent acceptance .
To his surprise , Francesca hoisted her dress?  wiggled her hips and stepped out of her black lace panties.
"Open wide dear!"she ordered trying to disguise a growing grin.
Carl's jaw was already agape but he complied with her request, opening his mouth and allowing his wife to stuff her expensive undies inside !
Then Francesca returned her attention to the cane , swishing it menacingly through the air.
"Hold out your hand!" she ordered curtly.

Carl looked a bit surprised that the target for his wife's cane was not his posterior but tentatively  held out his hand.
He let out a muffled grunt when Francesca brought the cane down smartly on his palm.
He could hardly believe how much it hurt , immediately withdrawing his stinging hand and hugging it under his armpit.

"Other hand!" his wife barked.
Carl winced and removed his stinging hand from its comfort and held out his other hand.
This time he tried to brace for the pain to come but it helped little.
His wife brought the cane down on his other palm with equal venom.

Carl gasped and gurgled into his gag , shook his hand furiously before placing both palms under his armpits in search of relief.

Francesca took the came in both hands and flexed it in a bow shape.
"Bend over and touch your toes! We’re not finished yet!" she barked.
She took  a moment to enjoy the sight of her husband frantically shaking both hands in a vain attempt to cool the sting she had administered..

Her look of impatience signaled Carl to quickly assume the position she had ordered.
He could feel the seat of his slacks tighten against his backside when he touched his toes.

Francesca rapidly whipped the cane across her target for a vigorous six of the best which had her husband grunting and struggling to stay in position.
Carl rose up not knowing which part of his anatomy hurt the most.

He decided to use his sore palms to grasp and rub his stinging backside and hopped from foot to foot.
Francesca restored the cane to the drawer and put a finger under her husband's chin .

"Open!"she ordered and Carl's mouth opened so she could retrieve her panties.
"Anything to say for yourself Carl?" she teased , tossing the garment into the laundry basket.
“I’m sorry Ma’am. I promise to behave.” came the reply .

Francesca was quite pleased with herself.
It took her only a few brief  minutes to administer a sharp and effective lesson to her errant husband.
But she was not finished yet.
Hoisting her dress again , she turned around , wiggling her shapely globes teasingly at her husband.
"On your knees and kiss both cheeks!"she demanded.

It was a delicious sight so Carl did not hesitate to drop to his knees and plant a wet kiss on each if his wife's voluptuous cheeks.
"Now get downstairs and behave yourself....we’ll deal with your behavior properly later!” she scolded.

The entire interlude had taken only a few minutes , more than enough time for Carl to be sufficiently chastened and contrite.
When the couple returned to their guests ,Francesca confidently acted as if they had never left , while Carl was noticeably uneasy and embarrassed.

Judging be the smirks and grins on the faces of their guests , especially the ladies,they had a fair indication of what may have transpired upstairs as their ears strained to hear while sipping their drinks.

Despite his embarrassment  Carl felt oddly excited about being 'outed' and disciplined by his wife in such a semi-public manner..
His bottom and both palms  stung from Francesca'  cane and he strained to hide his discomfort from their guests.

His dilemma was whether he should follow Francesca's lead , and act as if nothing had happened , or to be open about his chastisement.
He ended up choosing the former .

Nonetheless ,his wife's triumphant return, generated admiring glances along with some titters and giggles from the ladies in the room.
Carl blushed and looked sheepish when he made eye contact with Francesca ' s sister Maria who was now chatting with her sister.

Carl noticed Maria's husband Tom was as red-faced as he was.
The two men exchanged glances and , for a moment , there was a brotherly affinity between them.
All the ladies congregated in the living room now , chatting incessantly while the men retreated to the sanctity of the kitchen.
Amongst the men , there was not a mention of Carl's trip upstairs with his wife , their stubborn , masculine bonding prevailing.

However , it was the opposite with the ladies,  and Carl watched them whisper  ,gasp , giggle and point in his direction , as if sharing some sort of secret.
His humiliation had not remained a secret for long apparently!

Meanwhile Carl and Tom avoided the subject , bantering about sports , rock bands and their preferences in scotch , but both were distracted by the image of the two sisters engaged in a deep conversation in the other room.

Eventually , Maria rose ,made eye contact with her husband , and beckoned him to her with a curled finger.
Carl continued to chat with the other guys but with a keen eye on the nearby conversation between Tom and Maria.

"I thought we had agreed I would drive here and you would drive home Tom?" Maria asked him sternly.
Her husband responded with a shrug of his shoulders , a grunt and a "HUH" which his wife took as agreement.
"Well that means you need to be in condition to drive many drinks have you had exactly?"she challenged , standing back with arms folded awaiting an answer she clearly already knew.

Carl could not hear Tom's mumbled reply , but it did not please his wife one bit.
Maria shook her head and pointed to the stairs, "We need to continue this discussion in private . "she informed him.

Tom's eyes widened , "Can't we wait until we get home sweetie?"
His wife glared at him angrily , “Oh we'll be doing that alright and , believe me ,  you’re going to be one sorry boy ....but for now I need to make a point. Francesca has allowed us to use her bedroom so get your butt upstairs now mister!” 
There was a brief pause before Tom turned and made his way to the stairs .
Carl's jaw dropped while the two sisters exchanged playful winks before Maria guided her husband upstairs.

Except for Carl and Francesca , nobody even noticed  the couple had left, and it was a good 5 minutes before his in-laws returned .
By the look on Tom's face ,Carl concluded that he had endured a fate similar to his own.
"Maria and Tom are going to stay over Carl."Francesca informed him.
"Unfortunately Tom forgot about his responsibility to drive us home and over indulged with the drinks." Maria added.

Carl shuddered when he saw the wry smile on his wife's face and that confident hands on hips stance.
"It will also give us the opportunity to take care of you two naughty boys properly!” Francesca said.
“That little correction you both got was just a teaser get ready for the FULL treatment boys !"Maria added with a giggle.