Our Special Chair

   If you have read any of my stories, you know that my loving wife, Nancy,
spanks me.  I feel that I deserve them and I am spanked for not paying
attention to my wife and her needs, or when I have badly treated her
friends.  Lots of times I do something stupid, and then I am also spanked.

   Now Nancy has made Wednesdays my maintenance spanking day.  She said I
now need a maintenance spanking to make sure I keep showing her and her
friends proper respect.  This is how my maintenance spanking works.  Every
Wednesday when I come home from work and before we eat supper, I am
spanked. I am expected to take off all of my clothes except for my shoes
and socks, and bend over our special chair.

   This is a special wooden chair we picked up at an antique store.  It is
a very strongly built wooden chair that has a very wide seat on it.  It is
also different because it had a low back to it, which makes it easy for me
to kneel on the chair and bend over it.  We found the chair in an antique
store that was in the middle of a lot of farmland.  My wife and I were
driving around and we decided to get away from the busy city life and drive
around in the country.  That's when we spotted this nice little antique
store in the middle of nowhere.  The store was locked but it had a sign on
the door to stop by the nearby farmhouse for assistance.  We were greeted
at the house by a young woman who unlocked the antique store for us.

   "I'll be around the cashier's desk in case you have any questions," the
young woman said.

   The store was filled with many fine glass glasses and jewelry, and my
wife put many on the cashier's desk for us to buy.

   "There is a wonderful collection of furniture in the basement, if you
are interested," the woman said.

   So the basement lights were turned on for us and we went downstairs. 
The store had all of these old roll-top desks and old dining room sets.  It
was nice to see well-made furniture again, made out of sturdy oak.  In the
back of the room, way over in the corner of the room was the very wide dark
oak chair.  When I first saw it, I thought it must have been specially made
for a heavy weight person, and walked right by the chair.  But when my wife
Nancy saw it, she called me over to look at it again.

   "Look at this chair, Clyde." My wife said.  "I think it would work
perfectly for your spankings."

   "I don't know what you are talking about?" I replied.

   "Just knell on the chair for me and spread your legs." My wife said.

   I have learned that if I don't obey my wife she will spank me right then
and there, so I knelt on the chair.

   "Now bend over it and try to hold onto the lower rung of the chair."

   I did so and I was aware my bottom was way up in the air.

   My wife gave me a few hand spanks and said; "I think this would work
nicely for me.  It puts your bottom at the correct height for your
spankings.  Let's try it out for real.  Take off your pants and underwear
for me." My wife said.

   "But what if anyone sees me?" I pleaded.

   "This store is in the middle of nowhere and we are the only ones in the
store, so take them off now."

   So I took off my pants and underwear and knelt on this newly found
chair. I didn't think I would be spanked on our ride in the country.

   "This chair is very wide, so spread your knees apart and bend clear over
it and grab the lower rung again." My wife ordered.

   Now I felt very exposed and vulnerable.  My penis and balls were clearly
exposed and hanging between my legs, and bent over like this separated my
bottom cheeks.

   "You look real good this way.  I really like this chair." My wife said.

   Then I heard some footsteps and heard a voice say, "You have been
downstairs for a while and I was wondering if you had any questions or
needed help?" She must of suddenly noticed me bent over the chair because
she said, "Oh, my!  That is a different use for that chair.  Do you spank
your husband?"

   "Yes I do." My wife replied.  I felt embarrassed being exposed to a
young woman we had just met.  I started to stand up and my wife said, "Bend
back over the chair and don't you dare move until I tell you to."

   "I sometimes spank my husband too," the young woman said.  "Let me show
you some special stuff I have down here."

   In about a minute, the woman returned with a big paper shopping bag full
of stuff.  "Let me demonstrate what I think could be helpful for you. 
First is this old riding crop."

   Then I felt her hit me on my upper thighs and on my exposed penis and
balls.  "It is good to keep his attention while you are spanking him. 
Another one is this old large wooden paddle with holes in it.  This one was
used in the old school house." She gave my poor exposed bare bottom several
whacks with it.  The paddle really stung a lot.

   She proceeded to demonstrate all of the paddles and other assorted
spanking implements on me.  My wife also tried them out to see how well
they worked.

   When I thought all of the items were used on me and I thought my
terrible ordeal was over, the young woman said, "Wait here one more minute.
I think I know one more thing that might help with his spankings."

   She returned with this piece of wood that was about 15 inches long and
had long straps attacked to it.  "Is it okay if I try it on him?" The young
woman asked my wife.

   "Go ahead.  I'm interested in seeing what it does." My wife said.

   "I noticed your husband tends to move his knees together when being
spanked.  This was made for something else, but lets see what this does?"

   So she put the wood on the seat of the chair between my knees and the
wide straps went around my thighs.  This made it so that there was no way
my knees would come closer together.  What made things even worse for me, I
actually was getting excited from being spanked by this young woman and my
wife, and I became even more excited when she was so close to me putting
this new wooden thing in place.

   After it was securely fastened between my knees, she reached between my
legs and held on to my erect penis and balls and said, "See, now you can
play with him all you want during his spanking".  Then the young woman went
back upstairs.

   My wife continued spanking me and even decided to milk me, since my
knees stayed apart.  Then my wife decided to buy the chair, all of the
spanking implements, and the knee spreader.

   So that is how we got this spanking chair that is now used for my
maintenance spankings every Wednesday.  We keep it in the kitchen, and if
anyone asks about it, we say we have it in case some over weight people
come over to eat with us.  
