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It was quite a scene. David, my 22 year old brother in law, across his Mothers lap having his bare bottom turned a bright glistening sore red. David was already a crying sobbing heaving squirming repentant young man who knew there was still a long way to go before his Mother would stop thrashing him. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.
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Hide Ad. Tags: fm , punishment , domination , humiliation. Charlotte takes control of discipline, helped by her Mother- in- Law. My husband, Ben, 24 years old, and I were looking on. And me, newly married, watching my husband squirm as he stood there, watching, knowing that he had been spanked on a regular basis by his Mother right up to our wedding day. Yes, we both watched as David wriggled uncomfortably, trying to avoid the constant smacking of the wooden backed brush on his bare bottom, resulting in the inevitable gasp of pain, the deep intake of breath, the groan, and the sobbing.
Even from a man of 22 years old. David still lived at home and knew he had to follow the house rules. Always under his her watchful eye. Her very strict, not to be tested, watchful eye. You do not drink too much. You do not show me up with your tongue loosened by the booze. I promise. But I mean it this time. Really I do. Spank after spank splattered his burning bottom. The sobbing now constant. The resistance ended.
The acceptance of her parental control over him so obvious. I watched Ben. I had been with their Mother, chatting when they got home. I could see the annoyance in her face. I knew what would happen. But not since we were married.
Only David got spanked by their Mother now. His Mother had made it clear that he was now my responsibility. No rubbing. No looking. No speaking. I was thinking about what his Mother had said to me last week. She had criticised me for not being strict enough with Ben.
She told me how he needed rules, boundaries even, so he knew what he could and could not do. I had agreed. We had discussed what to do. How over the next few days I would give him a few playful smacks when in bed, making love, and once or twice a sharper smack.
She told me to come over today and to follow her lead. Today was the opportunity. She knew what would happen. They were going out with their mates to watch the game at the pub. She knew how they would return from the pub and be too noisy. How she would turn David across her lap. What she would say to Ben. I knew he had also thought about it.
Perhaps testing me I thought. Certainly in the early days he had tried to be the dominant partner in our relationship. He was always telling me what to do and I thought I should be the obedient wife. That is until his Mother had that chat last week. I hardened my tone. Not by a long way. You went to the pub with your brother. You both drank too much and both became rowdy. You both got home and continued to be noisy.
But only your brother gets spanked. Is that just about it so far Ben? You have earned one after all. A silence that told me he had no answer. No answer at all. The wooden backed one your Mother just used on your brother. He grimaced. I kept staring. He blushed. He nodded. He turned and went to the table, picked up the hairbrush, slowly, but came over to me and handed me the hairbrush.
This was the defining moment, when Ben knew dominance had passed to me, or at least it was mine for the taking if I played this out properly. I took the brush. I sat down. Just as his Mother had instructed David earlier. He knew the score. He knew I meant his underpants as well. He took them both down and slipped them off, putting them on the sofa, before walking back me and as soon as I patted my leg he bent down and lay across my lap. My 24 year old husband, across my lap, bare bottom staring up at me, knowing that it would be turned in to a burning caldron.
David turned and looked in to the room. I found the control so exciting. Arousing even. I returned to concentrating on Ben. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on his left bottom cheek and was satisfied to draw a gasp. Then a second gasp when I spanked his right bottom cheek. Then gasps and grunts as I spanked each bottom cheek in turn whilst I watched his bottom turn a deep pink. He gasped more intensely as I spanked the same cheek time after time, his bottom bouncing delightfully as a direct reaction, inter action, with my hand.
He had conceded control. Straight after that first spank he knew, and I knew, that he would lie there and accept every spank I gave him. I wondered if that would change when I used the hairbrush. But no. Only the noises he made grew stronger, more intense, and as I hit him more rigorously so his reaction became more desperate, his breathing more laborious, as my determination to punish was met by his unavoidable decline in to the sobbing, groaning, crying, young boy he had always turned into when his Mother had thrashed him.
I looked at his bottom. A beautiful cherry red, both his bottom cheeks and the tops of his legs. He was heaving now. Deep sobs each time the brush bit in to his burning cheeks.Wife spanking story
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