POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
My wife informed me she had a special birthday surprise for me. Which was quite the surprise for me, as it was well past my birthday.
She told me to be showered, dressed, and ready to go in an hour. And make the sure the camcorder had a charged battery and was ready to go with us.
An hour, we departed, with her driving, as I did not know where we were going.
We arrived at a posh hotel downtown, parked and went in.
We entered the lobby. We headed to the elevator, and evidently knew to what floor we were going, as she confidently pushed the appropriate button.
On the 12th floor, we exited, and she looked at room numbers until she found the want she wanted, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there stood, to my great surprise, Dana Kane, a spanker of great repute whose work I've admired for some time.
We made introductions, and Dana said, "Your wife has arranged for you to a session with me."
I seem to remember a broad smile crossing my face.
"Merry, when you are ready..."
Merry took the camcorder out of the case, and prepared it, and nodded, ready.
Dana looked at me, and said in a stern voice, "Your wife has sent you to me for discipline, for a long list of reasons including bad attitude, back talking, and not giving her sufficient sexual satisfaction. Let's get started. Strip down to your underwear and socks."
I undressed, to tighty whities and white socks.
She picked up a paddle, and said, "Bend over that chair."
I did and
She stopped, put down the paddle, and took my TW down until I stepped out of them, then she picked up a different paddle and
She put down the paddle, to pick up a cane and
Then she had me bend over the arm of a couch, picked up a belt and
Then she sat down in a chair, hairbrush in hand and beckoned me to her. I went over her lap and
and she smacked my bottom for a VERY long time.
"Now, get up and go to the corner, there," she said, pointing.
I got up and went.
"That should do it," she said, and I heard Merry turn off the camera.
"Turn around," said Merry, and I did so, with a very weak smile.
"And, belated Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Darling," I said.
Dana just nodded.
I dressed, starting with carefully pulling up my TW over a very sore bottom, and continued.
I thanked Dana for her time, even though I was sure that Merry had pre paid her the going rate, and we went out, down the elevator, and into our car.
She drove home, and I leaned back in my seat, and closed my eyes.
POOF! I was home and awake.
"
Well, dear, it's about time..." she said, nonchalantly.
"Time...?" I said, looking up from the newspaper, quizzically.
"Yes. Get your clothes off, and get down to the basement."
This did not clarify much. I've been naked, and down in the basement many times, but I usually knew why, before I went. Sometimes, it was 'to have a little fun', as she called it, other times it was for punishment for some damn thing or other... but she always told me in advance. Oh well...
I stripped naked, and took the stairs down, with her right behind me.
I stopped, at the makeshift homemade spanking bench, waiting for further directions, since she had yet to tell me what she had in mind.
She made a motion with her hand, suggesting, "Get on it," and took my customary position on it, straddling it, with my chest down.
She tied ropes around my knees and the legs of the bench; then fastened a belt encircling my waist and the bench, then tied my wrists to the legs of the bench.
All of which was new and different.
She had not ever tied me down to the bench. Whether for fun or for pun, she invariably preferred to keep me unbound, and watch me struggle with trying to keep still while she beat me.
She picked up a cane, and I heard it cutting the air as she took practice swings with it.
She started talking:
"Now I know, I've given you plenty of spankings...and worse. Whether for play, whether for punishment, I've beaten your bottom in most ways imaginable. Yes?"
"Yes, dear."
"I've given you beatings that others.... looking at video or pictures... have called 'horrific'. Yet you walk away from them smiling.... even ready for more, an hour later. Yes?"
"Yes, dear."
"Well... I've decided... to give you something that you'll remember, that you won't walk away from with a smile; and I put restraints on you so you can attempt to jump and wiggle all you want... and you know, down here you can scream as loud as you want... and, oh, I intend to to do this on a weekly basis, we'll call it the Sunday Special. And, oh yes, no safe word. So, I do hope you are ready...."
I took a deep breath, and said softly, "Yes, dear."
Merry says, "I do love the opportunities we have to get together with another F/m spanking couple. It doesn't take very long before we have our hubbies naked and over our laps for a hard spanking, then we switch hubbies, and spank 'em some more."
Merry says, "I've taught many different classes at the LA GRUE, and one of my very favorite was teaching how to paddle your man."
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
My wedding night, to Lisa.
I had waited a long time for this.
Before we were engaged, I had broached the subject of spanking, ie her spanking me, and she seemed non-committal but open to it.
Then we got engaged, and she said, "I've thought about it, and I WILL spank you ... first time, on our wedding night."
So here we were, entering our honeymoon suite.
"So," she said, "Strip down, naked, stand in the corner, there, and when I'm ready, I'll call you over."
I stripped, I went, I stood, I waited.
She called me over.
She had changed out of her dress to a basic white blouse and printed skirt, and was seated on a footstool, holding a leather slipper.
I knelt over her knee, feet on the floor on the right side, hands on the floor on her left, and she began smacking my bottom with the sole of the slipper.
And she did not let up, no matter how much I moaned and begged.
Twenty minutes later, she stopped, and said, "Get up and go back to the corner, while I get ready for bed."
Sniffling, I got up and went.
After a bit, she said, "I'm ready."
I went to her, got in bed, under the covers, found her naked.
This was not our first time having sex, as we had both decided it would be fool hardy to wait for our wedding night, and find out we were sexually incompatible.
But the sex ... with me still feeling the sting in my bottom ... was the best I've experienced with her, and afterwards, she marveled, "My gawsh, that was so good. Am I to conclude that a hard spanking will be all it takes to make you a tiger in bed?"
"YES Ma'am!" I said, snuggling close to her.
We drifted off and
POOF! I was back in my living room.
