Sally Spanks Me By OTKFME@comcast.net

When I was growing up, my mom used to always spank me.  You see,
my dad was an over the road salesman, and was only home on
weekends.  So my mom took care of the day to day discipline
around the house.  At first it was just a tap on the back of the
legs with a yardstick.  My mom liked to sew, so she always had a
yardstick near by.  But as I grew older, I had to pull down my
pants and underwear for a spanking on my bare bottom.

I was also spanked through high school and when I started
college.  My mom felt that as long as I lived in the house under
her rules, I deserved to be spanked.  In high school, she usually
had me bend over the end of the sofa, or a chair, for a spanking
with a paddle.  My mom also got various paddles over the years. 
Some had holes in them that really stung, others had different
shapes to them.  My bottom was always turned quite red, and many
times I had to stand in a corner after the spanking.  The
spanking did make me really respect my mom.

After I started college, I moved out of the house to an apartment
of my own.  By the end of college, I had found a woman that I
really liked and wanted to marry.  I had taken her over to see my
mom and dad, and they really liked her, too.  After I graduated
from college, I finally got engaged to Sally and I was looking
forward to being married to her.  Since we were engaged, she had
a key to my apartment.

At this point, I was beginning to take Sally for granted, even
though we weren't even married yet.  She was washing all of my
clothes, making my meals, going grocery shopping for me, and I
was treating her more as a servant than as my soon to be wife. 
Anyway, I guess Sally talked to my mom about this, and one day
when I came home from the office, I was greeted by both my
fiancZ<caron>e and my mom.

"Sally tells me that you haven't been showing her much respect,
lately."  My mom said.  "She has been doing all of the work
around your apartment, and that you have been treating her more
like a servant than your future wife.  Is this true?"

"It hasn't been that bad," I pleaded.

"She tells me that she does all of your laundry, takes out your
trash, makes your meals, and even runs errands for you.  That's
not how you should treat Sally."

"Why not!  Sally is willing to do it for me," I said.

"Sally feels like she has become a personal slave to you, and
that you don't treat her with respect anymore."  My mom said.

"I didn't realize I was acting this way towards her," I said.

"You have been treating Sally very poorly, and I want to make
sure she stays in the family." My mom said.  "I have decided to
show Sally how I have kept you behaving in the proper manner.  So
Sally and I are going to give you a good spanking."

"A spanking?  But I am too old for that."  I said.

"You deserve a good spanking for what you have been doing to
Sally, and you are never too old for a spanking," my mom said.

"I'll act better towards Sally," I said.  "You don't have to
spank me."

"This way you will remember to treat Sally with more respect," my
mom said.  "So go over to the end of the sofa and prepare
yourself for a spanking."  So I slowly went over to the end of
the sofa and dropped my slacks and underwear, so that they were
at my ankles.  Meanwhile, my mom was telling Sally, "I brought my
paddles along that I used to spank him with.  After we spank him
today, I can leave the paddles with you so that you can spank him
whenever he needs it."  My mom looked over at me and saw that I
was still standing up and she said, "Bend over the sofa so that
we can start your spanking."

So now I was bent over the sofa with my bare bottom sticking out,
awaiting for Sally and my mom to spank me.  "I like to use the
paddle with the holes in it.  It stings his bottom more than the
other paddles."  Then my mom started to spank me.  While she was
spanking me, she told Sally, "You should spank him going from
cheek to cheek, and he's a big boy now, so you can spank him
hard.  Now you try it."  Then she handed the paddle to Sally and
she was spanking me.  She wasn't spanking me as hard as my mom
until my mom said, "Go ahead and spank him harder.  He can take
it."  Then I felt the paddle stinging my poor bare bottom even
harder.  "Sometimes I change to other paddles when I spank him,"
my mom said.  "They make different noises and they feel different
for him.  You should spank him until his bottom turns a nice red
color."  So Sally tried other paddles on me and kept spanking me.

"His bottom looks pretty red now, should I stop spanking him?"
Sally asked my mom.

"Give him a few more swats, then you should stop," my mom said. 
After a couple more swats, my spanking stopped and my mom said,
"After I spank him, I always have him stand in the corner with
his pants still down and his hands at his sides.  So you can
stand up, now, and stand in the corner."

I really wanted to rub my poor hurting bottom, but I went to the
corner and stood there with my arms at my sides.  Then Sally and
my mom talked for what seemed like a long time.  My mom told
Sally that I should be spanked on a regular basis, so that I
would always respect her.

"Why don't you leave him standing in the corner until after I
leave," my mom said.  "Don't be afraid to call me if you have any
questions about when and how to spank him."  So then my mom left
my apartment, and I was alone with Sally.

"You can pull up your pants now."  Sally said to me.  "I'm going
to enjoy spanking you, to keep you from taking me for granted."

And so after this, my wife spanked me on a regular basis after we
were married.  It has made me appreciate my wife, and behave a
lot better.










