Connie sat down, smoothed her dress over her knees, & then looked her husband square in the eye. "Since you insist on acting like an irresponsible child, I'm going to treat you like an irresponsible child. I'm sure you're not going to like this, husband of mine, but you are going over my knee for a good, sound, old-fashioned spanking!"

"W-what?" Adam's mouth dropped open in shock. "That's nuts! You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but I am serious, Adam. Very serious. Things can't go on the way they have been, & you know it. Nothing I've said or done so far has made the slightest impression on you, but I love you enough to try to get you to grow up & become more responsible before we end up in divorce court. No one ever deserved a spanking more than you do, but it is your decision: A good, sound spanking here & now, or the lawyer's office tomorrow to begin divorce proceedings."

"Can't we--"

"No!" Connie cut him off. "We can't! You have one minute to decide whether to come over here for a spanking, or get out of the house."

"B-but I don't want a spanking..." Adam whined childishly, informing Connie that he had a healthy fear of that particular punishment. She didn't know when he'd been spanked last or by whom, but she did know he was about to be spanked again... By her!

Adam put on his best puppy dog pleading face & whined throughout the minute Connie had given him, but she said nothing. She had made her decision, & fully intended to stick to it. Adam had charmed or cajoled his way past her anger on many occasions, but that wasn't going to happen this evening.

"Your minute's up." Connie's voice finally rang, "Get out, or come over here."

"Oh, God," Adam moaned. "P-please?"

"God is on my side, Adam." Connie said, certain that she was right. "Come here."

Adam tried one last pleading look, but Connie looked so resolute that he knew his moment of retribution was at hand. He rose slowly & sidled over toward his stern-faced wife, cursing himself for forgetting to make the stupid bank deposit.

"You have to make him believe you're in command-- whether you feel like you are or not! Men are just big kids. Like kids, they sometimes need tough love... & really sore asses!" Connie remembered Katherine saying.

She did feel empowered, but she also felt slightly drugged by the strangeness of the situation. Adam was going to get a sore ass all right, & he did look & sound just like a naughty kid, but he was also her husband & lover.

Connie shook off the fog that clouded her senses when Adam stood right in front of her. Reaching out, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants & tugged him in between her spread legs. She heard, but ignored, his whimpering pleas to be spared some dignity as she undid his pants & yanked them & his boxers down to his knees. Connie was surprised when Adam moved his hands to cover his crotch. She had seen & played with what lay there many times, but now he was ashamed to show himself.

"Over my knees, mister." Connie commanded. Her whimpering husband instantly obeyed, fitting so perfectly over his wife's lap that she took it as a sign of the rightness of what was about to happen. That, coupled with the fact that Adam had a beautiful bottom, inspired her. She was not going to make either of them wait long before she began his first spanking! But Katherine had told her to lay down the rules first, so she did.

"You are going to get the spanking of your life!" Connie warned, "You are not going to enjoy this at all. But you will stay put until I tell you to get up. You will not reach back. You will not interfere with your spanking in any way. If you do, I will make sure you regret it. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh." Adam mumbled, totally intimidated & afraid. He clenched his bare bottom in anticipation, then gasped with pained surprise when Connie's open palm swooped down to sting his rounded, right rump cheek, thus beginning the first spanking naughty Adam had felt since he was 14. His mother had spanked him soundly that time, he knew, but he didn't really remember how awful it had been-- until Connie's palm refreshed his memory & left red imprints all over his squirming seat!

A spanking was the last thing Adam had expected from his loving wife, but part of his brain was telling him that, yes, this was exactly what he deserved, what he needed. Another part of his brain was not concerned with needs, guilt, or the rightness of what his wife was doing. It only cared about the quickly increasing, unpleasant sting that Connie was spanking into his bare bottom. Adam was torn between trying to be brave, & giving vent to the howls of pain that hovered at the back of his throat. The suffering spouse squirmed & kicked all the while, but didn't make any serious attempt to get off his wife's lap.

Connie did not pause her regular rhythm of hard slaps, even though her palm began to sting soon after the spanking began. Adam was obviously feeling the worst of it, & if she had to endure a little pain of her own to save her marriage, so be it. Her palm cracked down harder than all the previous slaps, right across the crevice of Adam's bottom, & he howled.

"N-no m-more, Connie! That's enough! I've gotten your point," Adam objected.

"That is most certainly not enough," Connie threatened. The sting in her palm was receding, & with new found confidence in her spanking ability, her hand carried real authority as it smacked into first one cheek & then the other, first up high, then down low, then into the very center of her husband's incredibly sexy bottom. In spite of the seriousness of the spanking, Connie felt a quick, pleasant tingling in her belly. A side benefit? she wondered briefly, then returned her full attention to Adam's dusky red, dimpled derriere.

It didn't take many firm smacks to make Adam start to feel molten back there. Connie's hand really stung like hell! His whole bottom felt like it was on fire! Not only that, but it was also humiliating to be held in this position & bare bottom spanked like a naughty little boy-- which is just what Adam was beginning to feel like as he squirmed & kicked under his wife's punishing hand!

"O-oh, p-please, Connie! I-I'm sorry! I promise I'll get better. P-please don't spank me anymore. Oh, it hurts! Please!" Adam squealed, feeling thoroughly chastised.

Connie heard the painful, humiliating sincerity in Adam's voice increase with each round of slaps she delivered. Her husband's bottom was cute, but, in keeping with his short stature, small. Her palm was of sufficient size to cover it & the tops of his thighs in eight overlapping slaps, with 2 hard ones added right where they would hurt most-- across the deep crevice separating his jutting cheeks.

Each series of ten spanks painted another coat of pink, & then red across Adam's squirming seat. The poor boy kicked his legs frantically & twisted his hips as the blaze burning across his heated hillocks threatened to engulf his last shred of manly pride. Tears of pain & shame, & prideless pleading welled in the back of his throat. In one of many flashes of insightful emotion mixed in with the pain & shame of the spanking, he realized why he'd blocked out the memory of his last spanking across his mother's knee. Spankings were awful!

"I'm s-sorry! Soooo s-sorry! P-Please-- no more! N-No more! Don't spank me anymore. It hurts! Please!" Adam wailed pitifully, his words chopped between gasps & wordless, high-pitched squeals.

The force of the loving control Connie felt as she spanked her wayward husband left her breathless. With each slap of her hand, each whining plea from her suffering spouse, she felt optimistic about her marriage, her future, & the life she & Adam would share. She vowed that from that second on, Adam would find himself right back over her knee every single time he needed to be. And she told him so.

"...And I'll spank you on our 50th anniversary if you need it, Adam. Do you understand?"

"Yowwww.... Y-yes! W-whatever you say!"

"Good boy." Connie praised. But she did not stop slapping her husband's jiggling, blushing bottom. Adam had a lesson to learn from this first spanking, & Connie was not about to stop until she was sure he got the full course. Her palm continued to punish her naughty man's bucking bottom until it was bright, bright red, & then she let the slaps move lower to the tops of his lightly furred thighs.

"Spanked thighs gets their attention every time, dear," Katherine had advised.

Connie immediately saw just how right the woman was. Adam let loose with his longest & loudest howls as her hand fire-danced its way up & down his thighs.

Don't spank his thighs as hard as his bottom, Connie, Katherine warned, You really don't have to! Light slaps sting like the dickens, but don't stop 'til he's blubbering for mercy.

Adam did blubber for mercy, loudly & shamelessly, & long before Connie landed the last slap of the spanking. Her husband's tears & sobs did bother her, but only until she reminded herself that Adam was getting exactly what he needed. Neither their love nor their marriage could survive the juvenile behavior that had more than earned him this sound spanking!

Adam was as deeply entrenched in soulful sobbing as Stan had been when Connie finally decided he'd learned his lesson. She held him over her knee while he continued crying, & tested his bottom to see if it was as hot as Stan's had been too. It was. She felt quite pleased with herself, & vowed that Adam would become very used to dangling over her lap for sound, bare bottom spankings from that moment on.

When Adam's crying abated to a gentle rain of tears & sniffles, Connie set him on his feet, then gathered him onto her lap. The well-spanked man winced as his sore seat rubbed against the coarse fabric of his wife's dress, but he was too ashamed to speak. He buried his face in her hair, then listened to the crooning words of love & forgiveness she whispered in his ear.

"From now on, Adam, I fully intend to spank you whenever I think you need it. I'm through just being frustrated by your behavior. From now on, I'm going to do something about it. If you can't live with that, then you better say so right now, because I'm finished just talking."

Adam lowered his eyes in embarrassment as he absorbed this change in their relationship. "I think this might be exactly what I need," he confided shyly. "I've never had any self-discipline."

"I know dear." Connie whispered before seeking out her man's lips for a passionate, if slightly moist, kiss. Adam responded immediately, his passion clear on his lips-- & in lower places where things began to stir & grow.

Connie was tired, but ready for loving. She broke the kiss, told Adam to stand, & then led him to their bedroom for what would be a night's passion neither of them would ever forget.

* * *

Spanking became a regular marital event for Connie & Adam after their initiation. A set of "rules to live by or be spanked" was immediately implemented for Adam to follow. Any & all infractions of the rules earned him a session over his wife's lap.

Connie was the keeper of the unwritten rule book, and, naturally, the sole judge of what penalty should be attached to infractions. All penalties took the form of old-fashioned, over the knee spankings, but how hard & long Adam's bare bottom got spanked was left open to the discretion of the family disciplinarian.

Adam found out just how powerful & tireless his wife's arm could be early in his spanking evolution. It seemed early on that he could only remember his responsibilities when his bottom was sore, which made spankings a common occurrence in the couples' home. Determined to undo her husband's years of undisciplined behavior, Connie belabored his backside time & again, each screw-up earning him a trip across her strong thighs.

Improvement was noticed. Adam more frequently remembered his chores & errands. More dinners were ready on time without burning. Unfortunately for Adam, there was still so much room for improvement that he could reliably count on receiving 2 to 3 very hard spankings each week.

On the plus side, their relationship had improved dramatically. They rarely argued any more, the stress level in their home was way down, and, perhaps best of all, their sex life had never been better.

Adam didn't understand it, but he'd never been happier. He felt loved, cared for, & more secure with himself, his marriage, & life in general than ever. Of course, he never thought that when he was over Connie's knee, howling for mercy. His only thought then was that he would never, never, never screw up again as long as he lived!

Naturally, Connie shared her success with the woman most responsible for it. Katherine was all knowing smiles as Connie told her of the blissful changes in her marriage, & her renewed love for her husband. Katherine asked intimate details, & offered suggestions Adam would have shuddered to hear. Connie accepted her friend's advice readily--- her wisdom had already been proven after all!

As a result, poor Adam was introduced to the hairbrush, corner time, mouth washing, and, to his ultimate humiliation, being soundly spanked in front of another woman!

Katherine was that other woman, & Adam didn't think it helped at all that she was no stranger to naughty husband spanking! Connie had ignored his protests the first time she invited Katherine over to watch him cry his way through a sound spanking, but, later, when he protested again, she had told him that he'd better not question her punitive decisions again if he knew what was good for him.

Adam had learned not to take a warning from his wife lightly, but he just couldn't help himself a month later when Connie picked up the phone to invite Katherine over for another sorrowful show. His wife had simply looked at him sternly, reminded him of what she'd promised, & then asked Katherine to bring her husband along.

Adam had experienced what he considered the most humiliating night of his life. Not only did Connie soundly spank him while Katherine & her husband looked on, but she also urged Katherine to deliver a merciless measure of extra slaps to his already scalded seat before he was sent to the corner to sniffle out his shame. He never protested again.

Katherine, Connie, & their husbands became great friends eventually. They had so much in common, after all! The woman could share insights into correcting their husbands, & the men could commiserate with each other when they'd misbehaved & had their naughty bottoms well & truly spanked.

Also, all of them could, & often did, share the happiness they felt.

The Brightly-Blushing End!
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