"Good. Then you'll remember that she is the friend I told about the secret to our blissful domestic situation?"

Stan nodded again.

"Very good. I know we both agree that it's done wonders for our marriage, but Connie has been having a hard time believing it. So.... I asked her to come over & see for herself."

"Shit." Stan mumbled, his suspicions confirmed.

"Watch your language, dear. You know how you hate the taste of soap." Katherine warned softly.

"Yes, dear." Stan mumbled, immediately coloring a deep red.

Across the room, Connie blushed too, but for a very different reason! She felt a little thrill of excitement deep in her belly as she absorbed what was happening around her.

"That's better. And it's not like this will be the first time."

Katherine turned to Connie, "Both of Stan's older sisters have seen me spank him. His mother too, before she passed on. In fact, she was the one who suggested it, & showed me how." Katherine turned back to her husband, who was doing his best impression of an embarrassed turtle, "Right honey?"

"Y-yes, dear," the mortified man replied.

"And now I intend to share the secret with Connie. Her husband, Adam, is a lot like you, dear. I'm sure you can guess what that means!" Katherine laughed.

Stan blushed more deeply.

Connie giggled nervously, then gave her full attention to Katherine as the experienced Lady spanker delivered a short lecture on the philosophy of domestic discipline, "It's simple really. No matter how old they get, men are just big boys, playing at the game of life..."

Katherine punctuated her presentation with questions to her blushing husband, as well as questions to Connie about Adam's behavior. In spite of their age & occupational differences, the similarities between the two men were unmistakable! Connie's head was spinning, but Katherine's logic was so simple that it made perfect sense to her, and, to Connie's utter astonishment, to Stan!

Connie still found the most mind-boggling thing about the whole bizarre situation to be the fact that Stan Smithers allowed himself to be soundly spanked by his wife! Stan was good-looking, well-educated, a rising star within an international corporation, a home owner, family man, registered voter... Although nearing 40, Connie considered him a very good physical specimen. His youthful energy & enthusiasm were infectious. He was nice. He was... So normal! Yet there he sat, right in front of her, confirming Katherine's statements about needing & wanting to be spanked like a little boy at the whim of his wife!

"Well, I think we've prolonged this long enough." Katherine finished with a loving smile at her husband. "I don't want Stan to suffer too much." He returned his wife's look until it disappeared a moment later, replaced by a firmer jaw & a determined glint in her eye.

"It's time for your spanking, Stanley. Go & get the paddle. The big one."

"Not the big one? P-please?" he spontaneously pleaded.

"You need a sound spanking, mister. You've been particularly bad tempered this week, & you know it." Katherine said firmly. "Get the paddle."

Stan rose & went upstairs.

Katherine turned to Connie to explain, "If I decide to use something in addition to my hand, I always make Stan get it. It gives him a few extra moments to get into the right frame of mind. It's important to get your man in touch with his inner child when you're spanking him. That's why I always scold Stanley before a spanking, & put him over my knee when I spank him. It's the most juvenile & embarrassing position, & with his bottom bare & sticking up in the air, I can hold him & spank him as long as I want. And there isn't a thing he can do about it! You'll see what I mean."

"I-I'm looking forward to it. I think..." Connie whispered from her perch on the edge of an easy chair across from the couch where Katherine sat. Her belly still tingled, a blush suffused her pretty cheeks, & her ears rang.

"I'm glad. But just remember, dear," Katherine replied, "I have to spank Stan soundly tonight. That means he'll cry & howl pitifully long before I'm done. He really will suffer, but I assure you that he will feel much better for it."

At that moment, Stan returned. Curious, Connie looked over at the paddle he had been sent to fetch. "No wonder he's afraid of it!" she thought. It's as big as a tennis racket!

Stan didn't see Connie's expression or much else as he carried the paddle to his wife & held it out to her with shaking hands.

"Thank you, dear." Katherine said, taking the paddle & hefting it menacingly in her left hand. "Now, drop your pants please."

Stan had been spanked often & hard enough to know any sort of stalling was dangerous when Katherine was about to spank him, but he was more than usually embarrassed about baring himself in front of Connie. He was sure he could feel each of her eyes burning a hole in his backside like focused laser beams.

"C-couldn't I leave them up?" he asked in a totally submissive voice.

"You know better, dear." Katherine said gently. She understood what her poor, big boy was feeling. Connie was staring at him with unblinking curiosity, & it was hard for him to bare his bottom & soul with her watching. But it was necessary. She knew her husband well enough to know he needed a soul-cleansing spanking. He would kick & cry & put on a humiliating show for Connie, but he would thank her later... And later still, after Connie had gone & they worked to ease their pent up passions, Stan would perform like a young stallion out to stud for the very first time. Men were so deliciously simple to stimulate! Even now, Katherine could see the slight bulge of her husband's manhood tenting the front of his slacks. That would fade quickly once his bottom started burning, she knew, but it still surprised her that his libido worked at all before a serious spanking.

Stanley slowly unbuckled his belt & undid his slacks. As he worked the zipper down the front & let his pants fall, the embarrassed man turned so that only one side of his body faced Connie, who was watching everything with wide eyes & a slightly dazed smile. Adam hesitated as his hands reached the top of his light blue boxer shorts.

"Please, couldn't I just leave on my shorts, Katherine? It hurts just as much when you spank me through my shorts. Honest!"

"Absolutely not! You get those shorts off, & get them off fast, Stanley. I'm through fooling around with you," Katherine ordered sternly. Moaning miserably, Stanley began to slide the cotton shorts down his thighs.

Connie slowly drew in her breath as her eyes feasted on the man's endangered, white skinned bottom. She was sitting less than 10 feet away from him in the brightly lit room, & had never looked at any man's bare bottom quite so directly, or intently. The cheeks were firm & round, & ripe & fresh-- like melons yearning for a good squeeze. And a good spanking!

"He has a lovely bottom, doesn't he, Connie?" Katherine asked.

"A-ah, Y-yes he does," the excited, younger woman answered.

"You must always spank your husband's bare bottom, Connie, no matter how convincingly he pleads to be allowed to keep his pants or shorts up. Baring their bottoms makes them feel very boyish & embarrassed. Doesn't it Stanley?" the wifely disciplinarian asked her charge.

"Y-yes, Ma'am." her husband gritted.

"As you can see, Stanley's bottom is well fleshed." Katherine intoned, reaching around her standing husband & squeezing his clenched cheeks. "It can take a lot of spanking," she said as she patted it lightly, "which is good, since it needs a lot of spanking. Right dear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Okay, Stanley. Over my knee. It's time for some good, firm correction to this naughty little bottom of yours."

"Please don't spank me too hard," Stanley pleaded as his wife guided him across her lap.

"Oh, but I must, sweetheart. You know you've got a good, sound spanking coming, so just stop your protesting & get yourself properly positioned over my knee. You know how I want you."

Katherine expertly helped her husband get into the proper pose for his spanking.

Connie was seeing it-- all of it!-- but she was still having a hard time believing it! Less than 10 feet away from her, Stan Smithers, a successful, attractive, almost 40 year-old man had just climbed across his wife's lap like a submissive boy! His bare bottom seemed to point right at Connie, proclaiming the fact that it was going to be spanked!

Katherine left the paddle within easy reach on the couch, & lifted her hand high in the air above the waiting target. "Sit back & watch, Connie. I'm about to show you why Stan is the most wonderful husband a woman could hope for..."

Crack!   "Ouch!"

Smack! CRACK! "Ow! Not so hard, please!'

Connie watched with interest as Katherine punished her husband's bottom cheeks. They quickly took on a distinct pink hue as she firmly cracked her palm against the jiggling globes. Again & again Katherine's hand struck, & the poor man became more & more animated in his struggles. He began to drum his toes into the rug, & his pleas & squeals became increasingly urgent & anguished as his bottom got redder & redder, & hotter & hotter.

Since Katherine had thoughtfully positioned herself & Stanley's bottom, Connie was afforded charming glimpses between the punished man's cheeks & legs as he twisted & writhed under her correction. Stanley's bottom was blushing furiously when the rhythmic smacking ceased. Katherine raised her eyes from her twisting target & smiled at Connie.

"Tell me what you think," she asked matter-of-factly.

"I-I think you did a good job. He's certainly nice & red, a-& I could see that he felt it!" Connie answered.

"He felt it alright," Katherine smiled, "but he needs to feel a whole lot more." She reached over & picked up the paddle.

"No I don't!!" cried Stanley, his head coming up from where it had been hanging to look at Katherine fearfully, "My bottom hurts like hell!"

CRACK!   "Yow-w-w!"

"No one asked for your opinion, mister. Now just be quiet while I explain some things to our guest."

"Well, it's my bottom..." mumbled Stanley with a sniffle of self-pity.

"That was just a warm up phase of the spanking. See, Connie, naughty boys learn very quickly that if they make a lot of noise, we tend to go easier on them. That is-- until we catch on!" Katherine grinned. "But when you stop too soon they just don't remember the lesson. I guarantee you that Adam will raise holy hell the first few times you spank him, but if you check his bottom an hour after you let him off your knee, it won't even be sore!"

"Really?" Connie prompted. She was totally intrigued now.

"That's right. That's why I am going to use this paddle now. I am going to make sure my naughty husband has a sore bottom for the next few days. That way he'll remember this spanking, what he did to earn it, & how he should behave to avoid another. It's simple logic, really-- the longer his backside is sore, the longer he behaves! Watch..."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The big paddle practically covered a full cheek of the man's bare bottom, so in no time at all, it had visited & revisited the vulnerable flesh it sought to inflame. Connie wasn't surprised that Stanley began howling with pain from the first punishing placement, but she was surprised by her reaction to his suffering.

The End? Not hardly!
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