Birthday Spanking from Wife

Pete's birthday was coming up, and his wife caught him in the kitchen and asked him what he wanted. "So, is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?" she asked provocatively, knowing by now that his wants were always sexual. Every time she asked him this, his mind always went to one thing, but he could never say it. Pete looked up at his wife, wanting so badly to admit the spanking fetish he'd hidden for years.

"I could really use a sexy massage and a blow job," he said, once again avoiding revealing his real fantasy.

He was unaware that she already knew about his spanking thing. She'd discovered his internet history a while back and wanted to give him what he secretly desired.

"Are you sure that's all you want?" she asked, looking at him intently.

He felt she was peering into his soul and wanted to tell her so badly. "Well, maybe a birthday spanking," he said, laughing a little, so he could play it off as a joke.

She smiled warmly. "Would you like a spanking, honey? I'll give you a spanking," she said sweetly.

Without meeting her eyes, he blushed and mumbled, "Yes, I think I'd like that."

"Can you look at me, honey?" she asked. He looked up at her, and she continued. "It's okay. I know about your secret. I've seen the porn you watch."

Horrified, he buried his head in his hands in embarrassment. She continued to speak softly. "It's okay, honey. I'm not mad. It's just what makes you feel good. There's nothing wrong with that," she said reassuringly.

A flood of relief washed over him as the stress of suppressing his fantasies for so long melted away.

"How hard do you want to be spanked?" she asked.

"I want it to feel like a real punishment," he answered tentatively.

"Well, I can do that, but be careful what you wish for," she said, smiling. "Stay put." She grabbed a wooden spoon and headed upstairs to their bedroom. She gathered together her wood-backed hairbrush and one of his leather belts and laid the implements on the bed. She then changed into a sexy corset with long stockings and heels.

Pete, who had been standing anxiously in the kitchen, heard his wife call him from upstairs. He made his way up to the bedroom with butterflies in his stomach. He opened the bedroom door to find his beautiful wife, sitting on the edge of the bed with a wooden spoon, a hairbrush, and his belt lying next to her. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out of her corset, and her thighs looked so inviting in her stockings.

After letting him take in the scene for a second, she laid out the plan. "In a minute, you're going to remove all of your clothes, and you're going to lay naked across my lap. I'm going to warm up your ass with my hand, and then you'll be getting the wooden spoon, which will sting a good bit and will leave a nice color on your ass. Then your punishment will actually start with a good dose of the hairbrush, which should hurt quite a bit, followed by a solid thrashing with the belt. Now for the belt, I'm going to have you on the bed on your elbows and knees with your naked ass in the air for me. Got it?"

Pete nodded, completely enamored with her commanding appearance. He'd do anything she told him to do at this point.

She continued. "If it's too much to handle, say yellow, and I'll slow down. If you want me to stop completely, say red. Otherwise, any crying or begging will be ignored until your punishment is finished, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, brimming with excitement.

She smiled at his respectful response. She rather enjoyed this new power she felt over him. "Very well. Now, remove your clothes and get over my lap." She ordered.

He obeyed and bent over her lap, his hard penis pressing into her stocking-covered leg. She lovingly caressed his back and bottom, moving her fingers between his legs, brushing his balls and stroking his penis. He arched his bottom up and spread his legs, allowing her access to anything she wanted.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Mmm, yes, ma'am," he moaned, enjoying her feathery touch. She began slapping his ass, starting slowly and increasing the intensity over time until she was forcefully spanking him, one after another, giving him delicious smacks all over his cheeks until both his ass and her hand were throbbing.

She picked up the wooden spoon and rubbed his ass with it, letting him know what was coming before delivering several stinging strikes. He arched his bottom up to meet the spoon, enjoying the sharp sting. She spread one cheek at a time and focused the head of the spoon on the inner part of each cheek. She continued to spank his sensitive areas, sometimes landing directly on his hole. He moaned loudly from the delicious pain in his intimate areas.

She set the spoon down. "You seem to really be enjoying this, honey. You've been such a good boy for me, but it's time for the hairbrush now," she said softly.

She picked up the heavy hairbrush and rubbed his stinging ass with the smooth hard wood. He let out a small whimper, knowing this next part was going to be different. "Shhh," she soothed as she continued to rub and tap his bottom. Pete adjusted himself up on his elbows, and she started spanking him again.

The pain was much more intense, and it wasn't long before he started gasping and squirming around on her legs. She held him tighter to her as she continued to smack his ass without a break for two full minutes. She set the hairbrush down and gently caressed his hot bottom, which was getting very red now with some bruising starting to show.

"Now get up on the bed and get in position for the belt," she ordered. He obediently climbed off her lap and got on his knees on the bed. He bent forward, supporting himself on his elbows. He was acutely aware of how vulnerable he was with his penis and balls hanging visibly between his legs.

He heard the clinking of the buckle as she picked up the belt behind him. He felt the leather touch his ass as she lined up her swing. The belt briefly left his ass, and came down hard, cutting through the air loudly, and landing across his cheeks. The searing pain surprised him. This was so much more painful than he imagined in his fantasies. As he was still processing the pain, a second and third landed.

She continued to whip his vulnerable bottom, making Pete cry out loud. He was really starting to feel it now and started wondering if asking for a real punishment was a bit too ambitious. As she concentrated the belt near the bottom of his cheeks, she landed several lashes precariously close to his exposed genitals, which swung dangerously into the swing path the more he moved in response to the whacks.

He struggled to handle it as the whipping continued. For the first time, he thought about using the slow-down safe word but gritted his way through. Angry welts began to form on his ass as she was swinging the belt with full force, following through with each stroke. His continued erection gave her confidence to keep going.

Once she reached fifty, she suddenly stopped. He was breathing hard and whimpering but remained rock hard. She wasn't sure where his limits were but intended to find out. "That's enough spanking for a good boy like you. Naughty boys get the bath brush. Tell me, have you been a naughty boy?" she asked, seeing if he'd like to continue.

Pete wasn't sure himself and thought for a moment. The bath brush sounded so scary, but he felt he would regret it later if he refused. Even though his ass was screaming in opposition, he answered, "Yes, ma'am."

"That's what I thought!" she said triumphantly as she retrieved the long-handled bath brush from the bathroom. "I want you kneeling on the corner of the bed, facing me."

Pete complied, turning around on the bed to face her, kneeling at the corner in submission. She continued her instructions. "Bend over and put your hands flat on the floor."

Pete obeyed, reaching his hands over the edge of the bed down to the floor. His penis swung freely as he bent over in the "wheelbarrow" position. His ass was in the perfect position for her to swing in a downward trajectory. The long handle provided extra leverage, and the round, heavy brush head was the perfect size to do some real damage.

"You're twenty-eight today, so you'll be getting twenty-eight swats. This is for being a naughty boy; maybe you'll remember to behave yourself next time," she scolded playfully before delivering a resounding blow to his right cheek.

"Ohhh, god!" he grunted, realizing he wasn't ready for this level of pain. Another blow landed on his left cheek. She alternated between cheeks with only a few seconds in between each whack. His arms were shaking as he held his position. After sixteen, his ass was turning dark red, and he was whimpering and pleading. She waited a second, listening for a safe word, but it didn't come. She proceeded to give him twelve more hard swats in succession.

She set the bath brush down and watched as he trembled, struggling to catch his breath and hold himself up. She sat down beside him and caressed his back, moving her fingers lightly over his ass and between his legs. She stroked his semi-hard penis until it became fully erect again. "I want you to get up and stand in the middle of the room, bent over, grabbing your ankles for inspection."

Pete obeyed, climbing gingerly off the bed and bending over in the middle of the room. He spread his legs for her to see everything she needed to and held on to his ankles. She admired her handiwork for a minute before running her fingers all over his body, exploring his intimate parts. She squeezed his balls gently before softly saying, "You deserve a reward for being such a good boy for me."

She kneeled behind him and ran her tongue along his crack, teasing and tantalizing his sensitive areas. She took his balls in her mouth, rolling her tongue around and between them, gently sucking as she stroked his cock with her hand. She ran her tongue from the base of his balls to his tight hole and slid her tongue inside while continuing to stroke him in rhythm to his moans.

She edged him close and stopped just short. Pete groaned in agonizing need. "Lay down on the floor, face up," she commanded, chuckling at his desperation. He obediently lay down on his back. She stood over him and slowly stripped off her lingerie until only her lace panties remained on. Pete lay there, mesmerized. She turned around and slid down her panties, bending over deliciously and hovering her ass right over his face. She turned back around, straddling him, and guided herself onto his waiting cock. She moved up and down, pleasuring herself on his cock until she was aggressively bouncing up and down. With a shriek, she came explosively, her body convulsing on top of him. Pete couldn't hold on any longer and immediately released inside her.

She slowed her movements, her body still constricting and releasing his spent cock as waves of pleasure passed through her body until she collapsed on top of Pete. After a couple of minutes to catch her breath, she ran her hand through Pete's hair. "You did so good, you naughty boy. Happy Birthday."

Pete laughed in complete satisfaction, looking happily into his wife's eyes.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, ma'am, so much," he answered, smiling from ear to ear.

"Good. I expect you to respond to me like that from now on. Do you understand?"

He nodded, really enjoying her continued dominance.

"I said, do you understand!?" she asked more firmly.

"Oh, yes, ma'am," he replied.

She smiled and stood up. "I think we need to invest in a paddle. Your ass could use a real spanking from time to time. I think our relationship would greatly benefit."

Pete shook his head with a wry smile but didn't protest. She helped him to his feet and sent him to go shower with a sharp smack to his red ass.