Attitude Adjustment

I came home with a lot of butterflies in my stomach. I had always been a bit moody, and my wife had decided I needed an attitude adjustment. Dora knows when I get a little down and when I don't talk much that it's time to pay a visit to the bedroom for her own unique remedy for my lack of consideration.

We had come to an agreement early in our marriage that she would have the power to correct me with good old-fashioned discipline if she felt it was needed. She did indeed spank as a prelude to sex, but this was different; she was going to administer a real punishment, and I knew I deserved it. 

“Hi darling,” she said as I walked in the door. “Did you have a good day?” I replied that it wasn't bad and gave her a big kiss and a long hug.

“Honey, I want you to go straight up to our bedroom and get things ready; you know what I mean.” 

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied as I started up the stairs. I got to the bedroom and prepared myself for the ordeal ahead. I stripped down and left only my underwear on and placed a couple of pillows on the bed where I would soon be lying, receiving my chastisement, which I knew would bring me to tears.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slightly aroused but quite scared at the thought of what was to come. I knew I wouldn't be aroused for long once the spanking started. I heard Dora coming up the stairs, her heels clicking on the wooden stairs. She entered the room dressed in a white blouse, black skirt, stockings and heels. What a beautiful sight she was. Oh, how much I loved this woman. However, in her hand were two implements, which would soon deliver my overdue bare-bottom whipping.

She had her large oval hairbrush and her two-tailed light tan leather tawse. It was an authentic tawse, given as a gift from an old Scottish schoolmistress whom we had met while on holiday. It was a little worn and had obviously seen some action in its time. 

“You know why you're being punished Tom?” she asked with a slightly stern look on her face. 

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied. “I have been moody and inconsiderate of your feelings, and I know you don't deserve that.”

 “That's right, Tom, I love you too much to let you just sulk the days away. I know this spanking will clear the air and help you get focused again. It will hurt because it’s a punishment, remember, but we'll both be better for the experience.” She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt slightly. “Okay, assume the position!” she said with assurance.

I did not delay. I knew better and quickly placed myself over her ample lap, awaiting her firm but loving hand. She scolded me about my behavior towards her and told me that she loved me and I needed this discipline. She didn't waste any time, pulling my underwear down to my ankles. The hand spanking was always first and oh how proficient she could be with her hand. She began to spank me, slowly at first and then speeding up briskly. She did spank hard and covered each bum cheek with stinging smacks, which had me squirming on her lap. 

“Stop wiggling,” she said as she slapped my upper thighs. My bottom was burning as she continued spanking for a good five minutes. She must have given me over one hundred stinging slaps and I was near to tears already. Without saying a word, she rubbed my burning bum as she picked up the hairbrush. I hated that brush; it stung like hell and my bum cheeks clenched in anticipation of what was to come. She brought the hairbrush down hard on my right cheek and I yelped. Again and again she spanked me with a ferocity I hadn't experienced before. After about twenty-five good, hard strokes, I broke down and began to sob, but it didn't deter her from doing what she felt she must. She laid on another twenty-five hard strokes which left me bawling like a baby. 

She stopped and ordered me to get up and go stand in the corner. “I need a rest for a bit,” she said. “Don't dare rub that bottom or I'll double the dozen strokes with the strap you still have coming.” 

I wanted to rub my bottom so badly, it was just throbbing from the over-the-knee episode, but was fearful of getting a double dose with that wicked leather strap, so I managed to refrain from the urge to rub.

She relaxed while leafing through a magazine, and after about ten minutes, she ordered me on to the bed. I lay on the bed with my bottom raised by the pillows as she picked up the tawse and stood at the side preparing to administer the final phase of my punishment. “Your bottom is very red, Tom; it almost makes me want to stop right here. But I have to give you the strapping you need, and it will leave a dozen good welts which you'll remember for days every time you sit down.” 

I started to weep softly and the next thing I remember was the strap coming down hard on my bottom, causing me to cry out as the tails bit into my flank. She gave me six on one side and walked round to the other side of the bed. I was bawling now and my bottom felt almost numb. She laid on the remaining six with gusto and threw the strap on my back and left the room, giving me a chance to compose myself.

I laid there crying for about five minutes and got up. I looked in the mirror at my bottom, which was black and blue from the tawsing I had just received. I composed myself and went downstairs into the arms of my lovely wife. “It's over now darling,” she whispered as we kissed passionately. “It's time for nurturing now, let's go back to the bedroom my love,” she said as I felt the overwhelming urge to give her pleasure; this night was going to have a happy ending.