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I wound up marrying her sister 3 years ago. They show some resemblance but are still very different looking. My relationship with her is very similar to a mother in law. Although she is only 33, she has 4 kids and acts much older than her age. We get along but have never had a friend type of relationship because of her generally serious demeanor. Over the years I've spent many parties, BBQs, etc getting long glimpses of her incredible feet. I got incredibly horny one day when she brought up the subject of her having the nicest feet in the family. She has said it many times since, which is somewhat out of character for her. But I never had any sort of opening to realistically touch them, etc After another furious burst she slowed the pace and made sure every inch of my bottom was thoroughly reddened. From the tops of my cheeks to halfway down my thighs, she made sure I was beet red and ready for the bench. She had never paddled me this long or this hard before and I began begging her to stop. Please, no,” she cried, “haven’t you made me sin enough? Please leave me alone. I feel so ashamed.”

Oh!” the preacher’s wife exclaimed when she saw his almost naked body. “I-I didn’t expect you to, um….” she said averting her eyes. My husband wanted a wife swap. I almost slapped him when he asked me first. I came from a conservative family. We don't even think of such stuff. But, he was so adamant for years. What matters now are your children, first and foremost, and dealing with ending this relationship safely and sanely for all of you. Because, by your own words, it is past saving. This is the place for all your stories so please use the form below. Your story may be the one that helps someone else. I prayed she’d remember. I was halfway through my strapping and didn’t want to start over. No matter how much I like her to spank me I never wanted another punishment like this. I might not be sitting down for a week after this one.First was Ryan, 15 strokes with the strap, bent over administered by Debby. I watched as Ryan grabbed the strap and handed it to Debby. He went to the middle of the room and Debby pulled his boxers down. She laid into him hard, he moaned but kept position. While he was getting punished Aunt Kay read us all some of his offences, very personal I opened the door for Sandra; She’s a very attractive woman, about forty. You could tell that she was a little nervous meeting me and seemed in general to be a little bit “mousy.” Debby had asked me to grill some salmon for lunch but after it was done I stayed outside doing some yard work so the girls could talk. I wasn’t trying to listen but I could hear at one point that Sandra was crying softly, a little later there was some mischievous laughter from both ladies.

You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? I am talking to you at the moment, and you better hear me loud and clear: you are now grounded for Saturday AND Sunday, young man. You’d better cut your losses and start showing me some respect, or it will be two weekends.” After four years of full-time baby monitoring, I needed to work outside of the home. So I started a business as a fashion stylist, professionally advising men and women on wardrobe selection and management. I love to work, and thrived with each client interaction. I built my business while organizing carpools, attending doctors' appointments, room-parenting, play-dating, serving on a board or two, cleaning, dicing, pressing, and community-building. I was — and still am — an engaged, driven, and organized new-millennia mom, balancing a small business, a big social life, nurturing my marriage, and raising two small girls to be powerful, informed, curious, and free-thinking individuals. Yes, Ma’am. I was wrong. I was wrong to have argued with you about the deposit receipts, or about being grounded. And I should not have acted resentful today by being unfriendly to you all day.” He softly uttered “I promise to be more respectful . . I . . . I really love, you . . ., and I am really sorry . . . Ma’am.”My tale isn't unique. I've listened to stories about sexual awareness, ownership, and awakening from countless women. What I've chosen to do — to be open in a public forum — is unique. This exposes me to judgment, some of it unkind. Sex and sexuality is often warped by false morality that eclipses real ethics. I strongly believe that when people are free to engage in their sexual desires safely and consensually, they are healthier.

With that she said, “I accept your request and will now fulfill it. You are a very naughty boy at times and it because I love you that I punish you when you misbehave. I will now finish your spanking in the manner in which you requested.” With that she laid at least fifty more swats on my sit down in a volley the made me cry and howl so loud and so long that by the time is was over, I was breathless. She put a period on the session with one last punishing spank across both buns and pushed me to the floor. “Get up and go to the corner.” I said nothing and all but ran to the corner still crying and rubbing my burning bottom. Lovers?! We are not lov…. I’m married. You were a mistake. What do you want?” the preacher’s wife asked coldly.

When the alarm sounded the next morning, , I was out of bed and into the shower. I think she was somewhat disappointed that she was not going to get to take me to task again. She needn’t worry, there will be other times and other reasons. If I didn’t see to it with my actions, she would think of something, of that I was sure. When the lecture was over Debby said “OK, lets show Sandra what I’ve been talking about.” She told me to get up and stand by the chair. She told me to “get ready” which means STRIP! FAST! I took my clothes off without meeting Sandra’s eyes. Debby walked over to the chair and pulled me over her lap. She shifted me into position and said to Sandra “see this could have solved all your marriage problems.” Debby started slow, lecturing all the time about manners, bad habits and generally being a good husband. The paddle came down harder and faster until I was moaning and tears were in my eyes. Debby would interject her lecture to me by saying things to Sandra like, “See, I told you it works” and, “Don’t forget, you’re the judge of what it takes”. When Debby finally let up she gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath still over her lap and said to Sandra “see how easy it is?” I was sent to the corner, still naked while Debby and Sandra talked a little about what had happened. I heard Sandra say that it was certainly interesting and gave her something to think about. After Sandra left, Debby rubbed a cooling lotion on my butt (which she never does, after all its supposed to hurt), and gave me a big hug and kiss for being such a good guy, helping her to help her friend. What are you doing here?” Marge whispered as soon as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. That’s two weekends, Buster. Say another word and your pants are coming down right here and now. I ought to wear you out.”