c/g in a minute, im taking your briefs down

Genie of Fantasy stripped and caned for mouthing off

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... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and 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!

I woke up in our bedroom, and I recalled that Merry's best friend Joan had come to stay with us a while.
I could hear them talking, at the dining room table.
I got up, put on a robe over briefs, and went to join them.
"Morning, Sunshine," said Merry to me, a tongue-in-cheek reference to my typically grumpy mood when I first get up.
"Mmm...mornin'", I mumbled, sitting.
"Coffee?" she asked sweetly.
I glared at her. "YEAAAAH!"
"Well, okay.  What do you want for breakfast?"
"I don't care," I mumbled.
"Oh, come on.  How do I know what to fix if you don't tell me what you want?"
"I SAID, I DON'T CARE!"  I said, very loudly.
A very grim look appeared on her face, and she said, sternly, quietly,  "Go to the bedroom, get naked, and bend over the chair."
My mouth fell open, but the look on her face told me not to argue.
I got up and headed for the bedroom.
I heard Joan ask, "What ... are you going to do?"
"He is not allowed to speak to me that way. I am going to beat his bare bottom with some canes."
"Ooooh," whistled Joan.
"Care to watch?"
"Sure!"
I was naked and bent over, when the women entered.
Merry went to the implement bag, selected the canes, and she stood behind me and began:

Finished, she said, "Stand up and show your bottom to Joan."
I did so.
"Now come into the living room, and stand in the corner until I say otherwise."
I followed her into the living room, and went to the corner.

I stood there wishing I could rub my bottom but dared not to ...
and
POOF!
I was "home" again.

punishment for discipline and pleasure

"While I don't discipline my husband because I enjoy it, I must confess that I do enjoy it, nonetheless.
I love how his little yelps go to moans, his moans progress to squeals, and then earnest begging and apologies, before finally breaking him into screaming with actual crying and tears of repentance.
I enjoy the sight of his cute, sexy white twin globes, thrust back and exposed, almost begging to be abused and beaten. And the transformation from snow white, to vivid pink, and the bright scarlet before finally taking on interesting hues of magenta and purple.  And as the flesh of naked butt, hips and thighs goes from creamy smooth to rough and heated, before taking on raised bruises and welts. 
Yes, I especially love raising lovely rigid welts that will be felt by my man for days to come.
While I genuinely do spank my disobedient husband because it is the way to improve his behavior, frankly, I would likely punish him anyway, simply because it makes me so damn hot."

Genie of Fantasy stripped and spanked by Aunt Lynn

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... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and 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!

As I walked into the house, I knew that I was 17 years old, returning from school, and my Aunt Lynn was staying at the house while my parents were on an extended overseas trip.
As I entered, Aunt Lynn called out, "Shilo! Come to your bedroom, please."
I went, and found Aunt Lynn, sitting on the bed, my stash of magazines laid out in front of her, while she was thumbing through them.
I blushed.
"I was cleaning your room, and found these."
I blushed again.
"You're a healthy teen age boy.  I would not have been surprised to find, well, T&A magazines, and I would have just put them back.  But these... are very interesting.

She waved a couple at me.

 "These suggest to me that you have a very unique interest."
"Mmmm..."
"Do you ... masturbate, looking at these?"
"Y..yes."
"Is this because, you have some innate desire ... to be spanked on your bare bottom?"
"Yuh...yes, I think so."
"How about, I help you with that?"
"Um....yeah..."
"Take off your clothes, all of them, and let's see what happens."
I began stripping, and hesitated when I got to my briefs.
"Keep going," she said.
I slowly slid them down, and off.

"How does that make you feel?"
"Um  embarrassed ... a little scared ... out of control."
"Do you like the feeling?"
"Yeah.. a little."
"Okay, so, get over my lap."
I did and 

She smacked my bare bottom with the palm of her hand for a VERY long time.
Painful? No.  Stingy?  Yes.  Exciting? For sure.
She then pushed me upright and 

My excitement was in clear view.

She smiled and said, "Well, I bet you have homework to do, and THAT is just going to get in the way, so here, sit down, allow me"

And she stroked my cock until I spewed and made a mess on my belly.
"So," she said, getting up,  "Clean up, put on some underwear, and get on your homework, I will call you for dinner."
She left the room.  
I cleaned up, I put on clean briefs, and began my homework.

Calculus took awhile, as did Physics, then an American History essay, and before I noticed the time passing, there came a tapping on the closed door.
"Come in."
She entered.  "Dinner is ready."
I looked at the clock. "Oh wow. Okay, on the way."
Still only in briefs, I joined her at the dinner table.
We talked about school, events of the day ...
Then I excused myself.
"How is the homework going?"
"I have a final paragraph on an essay to write, then I need to force myself to read 75 pages of Moby Dick if I am going to finish the awful thing on schedule."
She chuckled, and said, "Come see me when you're done."

Two hours later, I finished, and went to her, seated in the living room.
"Done, finally," I said.
"Good," she said, smiling. "Ready for another bottom warm up?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess."
"Well, let's get these off you." 
And she reached out and 

tugged my y-fronts down and off me.
"Now a hand spanking is fun, but not very effective. This time, let's use this brush."
She pulled me down and over her lap, and 

smacked my bottom long and hard as I moaned, then there were tears in my eyes.
She pushed me upright and :

My cock was upright.
She smiled and said, "You can go on to your room now. I'll be in to say good night, much later."
I went to my room, and stretched out on the bed and 

tugged it off until I spewed on my belly.

I closed my eyes to relax and

POOF!
I was "home".

Naked and bent over the couch for the paddle

Genie of Fantasy home, stripped, waiting for cane, and getting it

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... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and 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!

I was at work, and received a text from my wife, Merry, which read
  "You were rude and snippy with me this morning, and there was no time to deal with it right then. So this is what WILL happen when you return home from work:  you will strip, and take a shower, and put on briefs, then go to the living room, and bend over the back of a chair, and drop your briefs to  your feet, and you will wait there. You will do this even if I'm not home yet.  When I do get home, and I'm ready, I will give your bottom 30 cane strokes.  Make sure you did this properly, or there will be many more cane strokes."
YIKES, I thought.

Home:  I went into the bedroom, and stripped...and took a shower, and put on fresh briefs.
I went into the living room, stood at the back of a chair, dropped my briefs to the floor, and I bent over, and I waited.

In time, I heard a car in the driveway ... the front door opened, and she entered, and walked right by me. 
She walked by me wordlessly, then went into the bathroom, then the bedroom,  then the kitchen, where she poured a glass of wine, and sipped it slowly, then I could hear her coming up behind me, and she said, "If your feet leave the floor, or your hands leave the stool, that stroke does not count."

The tip of the cane tapped the middle of my cheeks, I heard a swish and 

I yelped as the cane bit into my bottom.
And again 

and again and again
and welts appeared on my bottom

as the strokes continued to land

and the welts grew redder and deeper

But the strokes did not stop coming

Until she said, "Done."

"Now, then, pull up your briefs to your knees, and go stand against the wall, with your hands on your head.  You'll stay there until I tell you that dinner is ready."
I went and stood:

I silently meditated, and drifted off, then
POOF
I was "home" again.

Get naked and over my knee

Shilo says, 
"Prior to getting married,  she told me, I had to agree to accept discipline from her, as often as she thought it necessary to give to me.... which just 'might be'  EVERY night, to start with, she said.

I agreed to it,  having no idea of the possible ramifications.

So, very often, she tells me to 'get naked'  and get over her knee, for a long painful spanking with her hairbrush."