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By Jonathan Quincy Graves

As I entered the house after a typical, long day on the job,I was greeted with the sounds: WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! 'No! Mom! I'm sorry!' WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

'Have you learned your lesson yet? Will we have to have this discussionagain?' WHAP!!

'No, no, please mom, I'll never do it again. I promise.'

As I walked into the kitchen where the action was takingplace, my wife Lorie was assisting our sixteen-year-old son Mark off of herlap.

'Pull your pants up and get to your room. I'll be in in a few minutes to check on you,and I expect to find you hard at work on that homework. Understand?' she scolded, her trustyhairbrush still held in her fist.

'Yes, ma'am,' Mark said with a sniff and wiped his runnynose on his sleeve. This is a habit thatdrives Lorie to distraction, but she looked at me, shook her head and let itpass.

'All right, git!' she commanded, pointing her hard mapleweapon towards the stairs. Mark finishedpulling up his pants, scooted from the kitchen and up to his room.

'So how high did the count get to this time?' I asked.

Lorie has a set pattern she follows when punishingMark. Once his pants are around hisankles, he is required to put himself across his mother's knee. She has no interest in wrestling withhim. If he does not do so immediately,she will start to count. If the countgets to five, and he still is not in position, she will double the number ofspanks with the hairbrush. When shespanks, she usually starts with her hand, but finishes with the brush givingone stroke for each year of his age. Non-cooperationmeans the hairbrush strokes automatically go from sixteen to thirty-two. After the first time that happened, Mark has neverlet the count get to five again.

'Three,' Lorie answered. 'That's where it stops these days. At his age, and being male, he likes to push me, but he is smart enoughnot to push too far.'

'I'll bet,' I responded with a chuckle, 'I don't blame him onebit. What set off this session?'

'I got a call from Mrs. Stevens, his algebra teacher. Seems he has not been turning in hishomework, and when she sent a note home, he forged my signature and took itback to her the next day. He's a smartkid, but a complete bust as a forger. Mrs. Stevens saw through it and called me. I don't think we will see that trick playedagain.'

'I'll bet not,' I laughed. 'You get pretty good results with that hairbrush. Mark gets into a lot less trouble than I didwhen I was his age. My mother used time-outsfor discipline and punishment. Not nearlythe disincentive that hard maple applied to a bare bottom would have been.'

'Your mother didn't spank you?' Lorie asked, an appraisinglook in her eye. She was still sitting onthe kitchen chair turned out into the room, still holding her heavy woodenhairbrush. Her legs in tight blue jeanswere crossed, one foot swinging. 'Thatexplains a few things.'

'Yeah, I suppose. Sometimes I wish she had been more like you when I was growing up. It might have saved me a lot of trouble inlater years.'

'No doubt.'

A long silence followed this exchange, with Lorie looking at me, waiting for me to say something more. Me? I was standing there, feeling awkward, and casting about in my mind for a suitable exit line. What I wanted was to go change out of my work clothes and sit down with the news on cable until dinner was ready.

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'I've been thinking about our argument last night,' I finallyvolunteered, the silence getting to me. 'You were right. Sorry I madesuch a big deal about it. Sometimes I gettoo wound up in the argument and stop considering the facts involved. Bad habit. Sorry.' ‘There, that should doit,' I thought. ‘Think I'll havea large martini before dinner.' I feltrather proud of myself for the way I admitted my guilt and took all the blame.

As I turned away, Lorie said, 'Seems your bad habit has gottenworse lately, John.'

I stopped and turned back. 'What?' I asked. My mind was moreon the future martini than what my wife said, but I didn't want to be so rudeas to ignore her.

'Your habit of arguing with me, even over little things, seemsto have gotten worse. At least you'redoing it a lot more often than you used to?'

'Really? Yeah, youmay be right. Guess I'll have to work onthat.' I'd been on my feet most of the dayand standing there in the kitchen having this unwanted conversation was gettingto be a little uncomfortable. Thatfuture martini was evolving in my plans from a double to a triple… with threeolives. ‘Is she done talking? Will I piss her off if I leave now?' Ipaused a bit too long before making my break.

'I could help you. It's never too late to learn a little discipline,' Lorie interrupted myruminations, tapping her hairbrush into her other hand.

'What?' I said, feeling stupid as soon as the reflexive questionwas out of my mouth. I knew what shemeant. I mean with that hairbrush andher serious expression, there was not a doubt in my mind what she meant. No one has ever spanked me, and Lorie never indicatedthe slightest interest in taking on the job. Do husbands and wives actually do that sort of thing? If they do, I've sure never heard of it. Of course, I wouldn't, would I? I mean, it's not something one of the guyswould bring up in the locker room—Boy, my wife sure spanked my ass good last night;near brought me to tears—never happen.

'Don't you think we are a little too old for that? Uh, well, not you but me,' I backtracked. 'Aren't I too old to bespanked?'

Lorie continued to look at me for a long moment, then said,'What do you think? Are you happy livingin a home with constant bickering? Doyou think this environment is good for Mark or me? You said yourself it was a bad habit; shouldn'twe do something about it? You agreedthat my methods are working well with Mark. Or, are you afraid to face the consequences for bad behavior?'

'No, I'm not afraid,' I answered. 'It just seems a little silly. It's been many years since I was sixteen.'

'True, but your mother wasted those years, leaving us to livewith your bad habits now. Perhaps if shehad used more effective techniques, it would not still be an issue. So, what do you say, sport? Shall we give it a shot? If it works, things will go a lot smootheraround here for the whole family.'

'I-I guess,' I stuttered, not at all sure to what I wasagreeing. One thing I did know, was Idid not want this to turn into another one of our arguments. I was sorry for the previous night's bad temper,and besides, it seemed to me that Lorie was being entirely reasonable. And, if I'm going to start a fight, I alwayslike to have at least some small sense that I have the right of it, even if I don't.

'Good,' Lorie said as she rose from her chair. 'I'll go check on Mark. He usually has his headset on listening tomusic when he does his homework, so if we take this discussion to the basementrec room, there is no chance he will hear us. You go get ready, I'll meet you there.'

She strode out of the kitchen so quickly and with suchpurpose, that I didn't have a chance to begin an objection, even if I couldhave thought of one. I stood there for amoment, trying to figure out what just happened, and failed. So, I headed for the stairs to thebasement. ‘What did she mean by 'getready',' I wondered. ‘Ready for aspanking? From what I know of thesubject, she is the one who will do all the work.'

When I got down to the rec room, I was at a complete losswhat to do next. This idea seemed lessand less good all the time. ‘Spankingshurt' I thought. ‘At least theyhurt sixteen-year-olds. Many of thethings that cause pain in kids are no big deal for adults, especially men. On the other hand, the whole idea of aspanking—going pants down over someone's knee—was pretty humiliating. If we did this, would Lorie tellanybody? She doesn't keep much from hermother. No, she wouldn't, would she?'

'John, why are you standing there?' Lorie asked, startlingme out of my musings. I'd not heard hercome down the stairs. 'Pull that chairout of the corner and put it here in the middle of the room, then drop yourpants. Let's get this over with so I canget back to fixing dinner.'

I went to get the chair, but as I was carrying it back Isaid, 'Maybe this is not such a good idea.'

'Nonsense,' Lorie said, 'don't chicken out now. You agreed that a good spanking was necessaryto help you with your bad habits.'

‘Did I?' I wondered. ‘Well maybe I did, kind of, but… Aw shit. Might as well get itover with.'

I put down the chair, and Lorie sat and looked at me.

'Now what?' I asked.

'Drop your pants.'

I undid my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants and letthem fall to the floor around my ankles.

'Those too,' Lorie said, indicating my boxers.

‘Too late to back out now.' I pulled my boxers to my knees feeling thehumiliation I had hypothesized minutes before. Not that I was embarrassed to be naked in front of Lorie, but underthese circumstances, with her still fully clothed and waiting for me to laymyself over her lap, my naked butt pointing up in the air, now that wasembarrassing.

Wanting to get it over with, I did not delay, but placedmyself over my wife's waiting thighs.

Lorie has a set pattern she follows when punishingMark. Once his pants are around hisankles, he is required to put himself across his mother's knee. She has no interest in wrestling withhim. If he does not do so immediately,she will start to count. If the countgets to five, and he still is not in position, she will double the number ofspanks with the hairbrush. When shespanks, she usually starts with her hand, but finishes with the brush givingone stroke for each year of his age. Non-cooperationmeans the hairbrush strokes automatically go from sixteen to thirty-two. After the first time that happened, Mark has neverlet the count get to five again.

'Three,' Lorie answered. 'That's where it stops these days. At his age, and being male, he likes to push me, but he is smart enoughnot to push too far.'

'I'll bet,' I responded with a chuckle, 'I don't blame him onebit. What set off this session?'

'I got a call from Mrs. Stevens, his algebra teacher. Seems he has not been turning in hishomework, and when she sent a note home, he forged my signature and took itback to her the next day. He's a smartkid, but a complete bust as a forger. Mrs. Stevens saw through it and called me. I don't think we will see that trick playedagain.'

'I'll bet not,' I laughed. 'You get pretty good results with that hairbrush. Mark gets into a lot less trouble than I didwhen I was his age. My mother used time-outsfor discipline and punishment. Not nearlythe disincentive that hard maple applied to a bare bottom would have been.'

'Your mother didn't spank you?' Lorie asked, an appraisinglook in her eye. She was still sitting onthe kitchen chair turned out into the room, still holding her heavy woodenhairbrush. Her legs in tight blue jeanswere crossed, one foot swinging. 'Thatexplains a few things.'

'Yeah, I suppose. Sometimes I wish she had been more like you when I was growing up. It might have saved me a lot of trouble inlater years.'

'No doubt.'

A long silence followed this exchange, with Lorie looking at me, waiting for me to say something more. Me? I was standing there, feeling awkward, and casting about in my mind for a suitable exit line. What I wanted was to go change out of my work clothes and sit down with the news on cable until dinner was ready.

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'I've been thinking about our argument last night,' I finallyvolunteered, the silence getting to me. 'You were right. Sorry I madesuch a big deal about it. Sometimes I gettoo wound up in the argument and stop considering the facts involved. Bad habit. Sorry.' ‘There, that should doit,' I thought. ‘Think I'll havea large martini before dinner.' I feltrather proud of myself for the way I admitted my guilt and took all the blame.

As I turned away, Lorie said, 'Seems your bad habit has gottenworse lately, John.'

I stopped and turned back. 'What?' I asked. My mind was moreon the future martini than what my wife said, but I didn't want to be so rudeas to ignore her.

'Your habit of arguing with me, even over little things, seemsto have gotten worse. At least you'redoing it a lot more often than you used to?'

'Really? Yeah, youmay be right. Guess I'll have to work onthat.' I'd been on my feet most of the dayand standing there in the kitchen having this unwanted conversation was gettingto be a little uncomfortable. Thatfuture martini was evolving in my plans from a double to a triple… with threeolives. ‘Is she done talking? Will I piss her off if I leave now?' Ipaused a bit too long before making my break.

'I could help you. It's never too late to learn a little discipline,' Lorie interrupted myruminations, tapping her hairbrush into her other hand.

'What?' I said, feeling stupid as soon as the reflexive questionwas out of my mouth. I knew what shemeant. I mean with that hairbrush andher serious expression, there was not a doubt in my mind what she meant. No one has ever spanked me, and Lorie never indicatedthe slightest interest in taking on the job. Do husbands and wives actually do that sort of thing? If they do, I've sure never heard of it. Of course, I wouldn't, would I? I mean, it's not something one of the guyswould bring up in the locker room—Boy, my wife sure spanked my ass good last night;near brought me to tears—never happen.

'Don't you think we are a little too old for that? Uh, well, not you but me,' I backtracked. 'Aren't I too old to bespanked?'

Lorie continued to look at me for a long moment, then said,'What do you think? Are you happy livingin a home with constant bickering? Doyou think this environment is good for Mark or me? You said yourself it was a bad habit; shouldn'twe do something about it? You agreedthat my methods are working well with Mark. Or, are you afraid to face the consequences for bad behavior?'

'No, I'm not afraid,' I answered. 'It just seems a little silly. It's been many years since I was sixteen.'

'True, but your mother wasted those years, leaving us to livewith your bad habits now. Perhaps if shehad used more effective techniques, it would not still be an issue. So, what do you say, sport? Shall we give it a shot? If it works, things will go a lot smootheraround here for the whole family.'

'I-I guess,' I stuttered, not at all sure to what I wasagreeing. One thing I did know, was Idid not want this to turn into another one of our arguments. I was sorry for the previous night's bad temper,and besides, it seemed to me that Lorie was being entirely reasonable. And, if I'm going to start a fight, I alwayslike to have at least some small sense that I have the right of it, even if I don't.

'Good,' Lorie said as she rose from her chair. 'I'll go check on Mark. He usually has his headset on listening tomusic when he does his homework, so if we take this discussion to the basementrec room, there is no chance he will hear us. You go get ready, I'll meet you there.'

She strode out of the kitchen so quickly and with suchpurpose, that I didn't have a chance to begin an objection, even if I couldhave thought of one. I stood there for amoment, trying to figure out what just happened, and failed. So, I headed for the stairs to thebasement. ‘What did she mean by 'getready',' I wondered. ‘Ready for aspanking? From what I know of thesubject, she is the one who will do all the work.'

When I got down to the rec room, I was at a complete losswhat to do next. This idea seemed lessand less good all the time. ‘Spankingshurt' I thought. ‘At least theyhurt sixteen-year-olds. Many of thethings that cause pain in kids are no big deal for adults, especially men. On the other hand, the whole idea of aspanking—going pants down over someone's knee—was pretty humiliating. If we did this, would Lorie tellanybody? She doesn't keep much from hermother. No, she wouldn't, would she?'

'John, why are you standing there?' Lorie asked, startlingme out of my musings. I'd not heard hercome down the stairs. 'Pull that chairout of the corner and put it here in the middle of the room, then drop yourpants. Let's get this over with so I canget back to fixing dinner.'

I went to get the chair, but as I was carrying it back Isaid, 'Maybe this is not such a good idea.'

'Nonsense,' Lorie said, 'don't chicken out now. You agreed that a good spanking was necessaryto help you with your bad habits.'

‘Did I?' I wondered. ‘Well maybe I did, kind of, but… Aw shit. Might as well get itover with.'

I put down the chair, and Lorie sat and looked at me.

'Now what?' I asked.

'Drop your pants.'

I undid my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants and letthem fall to the floor around my ankles.

'Those too,' Lorie said, indicating my boxers.

‘Too late to back out now.' I pulled my boxers to my knees feeling thehumiliation I had hypothesized minutes before. Not that I was embarrassed to be naked in front of Lorie, but underthese circumstances, with her still fully clothed and waiting for me to laymyself over her lap, my naked butt pointing up in the air, now that wasembarrassing.

Wanting to get it over with, I did not delay, but placedmyself over my wife's waiting thighs.

Lorie patted my cheeks a few times, then directed, 'Scootfurther forward, dear.' She put her handbetween my legs and helped me to adjust my position until my head was closer tothe floor and my feet barely touched on the other side.

'That's better,' she said. 'Now, since this is your first ever spanking, here are the rules.'

‘Rules now,can't we just get on with it?'

'Kicking your feet and a little squirming is okay, it's hardto keep still when you are being spanked, but don't get carried away. If you try to get off my lap, or squirm so youfall off, we'll start the whole thing over from the beginning. Trust me, you do not want that tohappen. Also, you can cry and even askfor mercy if the mood strikes you, just don't expect me to pay anyattention. We'll be done when I'm done. And try to not make too much noise. I doubt Mark could hear an atomic blast whenhe's got his music coming through those headphones, but we would not like himor the neighbors to know you are being spanked.'

‘Damned straight on that one. That would take humiliation to a whole newlevel.'

'So here we go,' she finished. 'I'll warm you up with my hand, before webegin your real spanking.'

Without further delay, I heard a sharp SMACK and anoticeable tingle to my backside. Thesound surprised me more than the sting, and I was worried our son would hear whatwas going on, but on reflection, Lorie was right. There was no chance.

After four such smacks, but little real pain, Lorie said, 'Thinkabout what you do that has put you in this position, dear. Let's make this a learning experience so wedo not have to do it too often.' Then sheresumed her efforts, a little harder now.

‘Too often? Fatchance. This is a onetime deal. For sure.'

I didn't keep track of how long Lorie spanked me or countthe spanks, but it seemed like quite a long time and I was getting uncomfortableback there before she stopped. Not thatI couldn't put up with the rising sting; I am an adult male.

'That should do it,' Lorie announced, stopping the handspanking. 'You've got a nice rosy glowgoing, so we can move on to the hairbrush. Remember the rules now, John, thirty-three with this hairbrush is no laughingmatter. Do your best to take it like aman.'

‘Thirty-three? Oh,yeah, my age. 'Take it like a man?'that's what I've been doing. Markwould have kicked and cried long since if he was getting this spanking. Do your worst, woman. I can take it.'

WHAP!!

'Ouch! Shit! Take it easy with that damned thing! That really stings!'

'Tone it down, dear, and watch your language. You'll distract me and make me lose count.'

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! Those were even harder than the first one, it that's possible. I ground my teeth together, determined to notcry out again—wouldn't give her the satisfaction. But she had to be causing significant damage,and at fifteen or twenty hard spanks, a slight whine escaped my clampedlips. ‘Jeez, did Lorie change placeswith a lumberjack when I wasn't watching? I had no idea she could spank this hard.'

'I think I've had enough,' I managed to get out severalspanks later in a strained but almost normal voice. 'You've made your point. You can stop now. Stop now, honey. Stop, Lorie. Lorie, please stop.' I suspect myvoice sounded a lot less normal toward the end.

Despite my reasonable requests, Lorie kept paddling me withher brush. I hadn't noticed, but my legswere doing some kind of frog dance, and Lorie had long since captured my righthand when I attempted to shield my burning bottom. She didn't miss a beat. Hard, hard spanks continued to rain down onmy defenseless ass, stoking that fire until I was sure the smoke alarms were aboutto go off all over the house.

I was becoming a little frantic. That brush hurt, and Lorie was a real pro atputting it right where it would do the most good, from the tops of my cheeks tothe crease where my bottom met my thighs. I was in significant distress, and no longer taking it well when, afterminutes that seemed like hours, Lorie stopped. She put down the brush and began to stroke the injured area.

'That's thirty-three, dear,' she said once I quieted down alittle. 'Well, thirty-four if you countthe first one which didn't count because of your bad language. What do you think? Would you have the bad habits you have todayif your mother spanked you when you were younger?'

'Hell no,' I blurted, and Lorie smacked me with herhand. 'Sorry. No, dear. Absolutely not. Just one spankinglike that when I was young would have cured me for life.'

'Good. Let's hope itworks now, even at your age. You can getup. We're through for this time, atleast.'

I decided it might be best to ignore the 'this time' commentfor now, at least until I climbed off of Lorie's lap and pulled up my pants.

'That was some experience,' I commented, rubbing mybackside. 'I never want to go throughthat again. I admit, however, that I'mlooking forward to a time in the near future when I can hold you in thatposition.'

Lorie gave me a hard look and said, 'What do you mean?'

'I mean,' I said, ignoring all the signs that I should shutup and get the crap out of there, 'I can't wait until our roles are reversedand I'm the one wielding that hairbrush from hell with your delightful, pinkbottom as the target.'

'Get back over my lap, John.'

'What? What for?'

'Someone hasn't learned who wields the hairbrush in thisfamily, but he is about to. Now get backover my lap.'

'But you can't.'

'One.'

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'I didn't mean…'

'Two.'

'Please, Lorie, honey…'

'Three.'

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