Last night looked like being just a regular night. We both got home at roughly the same time and I went to shower. Whilst I cooked a meal my wife had a shower and did some e mails. We chatted nicely over our dinner and drank two or three glasses of wine each.
At one stage she commented that I seemed to be in an upbeat and cheerful mood. I responded that the spanking on Wednesday probably accounted for that.
“I needed the discipline, “ I said.
“Then I shall make sure you get it regularly ,” she replied. “You know that I can’t stand grumpiness."
We continued our chat, mainly about the stupidity of the people who set up the Euro and we drank off the bottle of wine..
Whilst my wife made some phone calls I did the washing up and then went through to the study to do some work. I had only been there a few minutes when my wife came through and told me to stand up.. When I did so I saw she was holding a long wooden spoon in her hand.
“Take your trousers down.”
“Don’t argue with me young man. Do it now.”
I was worried. I was about to be found out. I couldn’t refuse, but I did think of saying I needed to go to the bathroom. She glared at me and I undid my belt and opened my trousers. As they fell to the floor my shirt tails did not cover the problem.
“What on earth are you wearing?” my wife asked in cross voice.
“Are those mine?” she demanded, staring at the black lacy knickers which hugged my bottom.
“No ma’am. I bought them on the internet. They are size 16”
I have no idea why I thought that last bit of information was important.
“Oh I despair of you. Why did you put them on tonight?”
“They just feel nice, ma’am, and I did not think anything would happen tonight and that you wouldn't see them.”
“Oh for goodness sake.” she said in an exasperated voice. ” Get over the back of that chair.”
I shuffled with my trousers round my ankles and as I bent and held on to the chair seat she lifted my shirt and yanked down the panties.
“I was just going to give you a few spanks and then invite you to fuck
” she said. “But now you are going to get it good and hard and then you’re going to stand in the corner for the rest of the evening.” me.
“Yes ma’am, I am sorry ma’am”
The smacking with the wooden spoon started and I was soon jumping about. It might be a small instrument but it hurts lie hell everywhere it lands. After an unrelenting five minutes of spanking she took me by the ear, pulled me on to my feet and forced me into the corner.
“You can stay there until I tell you and no touching. I want 50 strokes written into the punishment book. You will only buy and wear knickers when I tell you.”
Two hours or more of staring at the wall went by until she came to get me. I followed her upstairs feeling a bit foolish that I had spoiled a happy evening. I tried to make amends when we were in bed and I eventually had her giggling about how silly I had looked with my trousers down. We kissed and made up and I went down on her for a considerable amount of time. As we drifted off to sleep my wife whispered that the punishment book would be studied very soon and since I was so keen on wearing ladies underwear she would make me buy some tights next time we are out shopping.