"The Last Laugh" M/F R/L
My husband and I where sitting around just chatting about life in general. The talk turned to his childhood and I began to ask him lots of questions. He's 44 and I'm 32, he's American and I'm Australian. He was a bad boy when he was young, he spent time in places that he dislikes talking about now but still answers me when I ask. I was a good girl always, I had never been in any trouble that was worth mentioning in my whole life. Considering the life he lived back then his very strict morals and outlook as to what's right and what's wrong in life, never ceases to amaze me. Where on earth did they come from.
He was very badly behaved in school. I asked him if he was ever punished and if there was still corporal punishment when he went to school. He went to a public school so I doubted it. Much to my surprise and I must confess delight, he said yes.
That was it, I had to know everything, I asked a million questions, I wanted every detail. I could see he really didn't want to tell me but I persisted. So he told me.
He was called to the heads office on numerous occasions, finally they had had enough and decided to punish him. He was made to bend over and given three swats with the paddle, although they didn't make him take down his pants.
"Really!!?" I asked.
"YES" he said
"How much did it hurt?" I just needed to know
"ALOT!!" he snapped
"but it couldn't have been the bad, you had your pants on" I persisted
"Well it was, I had bruises" he said
"oh come on, your being a sook" I said as a grin took hold of my face
"The man had arms the size of tree trunks, it hurt like hell" he growled at me.
That was it for me, I cracked up laughing, I just couldn't help it. As I rolled on the floor with tears in my eyes and gripped my side, he sat looking at me with a scowl on face. He wasn't amused.
A few weeks went by and the incident was forgotten. He walked in from work one day and produced from behind his back a large thick wooden paddle with holes in it.
My eyes grew wide, my stomach did a flip flop, a tingle raced up and down my spine. I tore my eyes from the paddle and looked at him. He wore a somewhat satisfied smile.
"I thought that since you found this so amusing I'd bring one home for you" he said with a grin on his face.
I still needed to know, I didn't argue, I had always wanted to know. "OK" I said "how many?"
"Six" he said
Well that didn't seem like many, secretly I thought it wasn't enough, but I kept my mouth shut.
He didn't want to wait, he wanted to do it straight away.
"Bend over and hold your ankles" he said
As I did I felt very vulnerable, he had only ever put me over his knee or made me lean over something before, this was new. He rested the paddle on my bottom and the anticipation built.
WHAP!!!
OH MY GOD, that hurt sooooo much, I leapt up and grabbed my bottom, then I dropped to the floor still holding my bottom. The pain just wasn't going away, it seemed to be getting worse, ohhhhh this was intolerable. He gave me a few more moments then told me to get up.
I stood up but continued to rub furiously.
"Come on, you have five more to go, and take your pants down" he stated.
I looked at him dumbfounded, but I could see he meant it. Fine I thought, the pain was easing and I was feeling brave again. I took down my pants and panties, I knew that was what he meant. I looked at him again, all he said was one word.
"Ankles"
I gripped my ankles, this time determined not to put on such a display. After all I knew what to expect this time. He rested it there again and made me wait, I was clenching my teeth so tight they began to hurt.
WHAP!!!!!!
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
This time I dropped straight to the floor, tears stung the back of my eyes, I was yelping and squealing like a baby, I didn't care. IT HURT!!
"GET UP! that's only two" he ordered
"but ...but that's not fair you only had three, your giving me six" I cried
"I was only a kid, your an adult, if I could take three back then you can Six now" he stated
I stood back up and gripped my ankles again, I wasn't feeling so brave now.
This time he gave me two hard and fast, I ran across the room as soon as the second one fell. I jumped face first on the couch holding my bottom. It had never occurred to me that anything could possibly hurt so much.
"come on back over here two more to go"
"noooooo please nooooo more, I cant take it I really cant" I begged
"my arms are a lot smaller than his where, come on its only two more" he coaxed me
I reluctantly stood up and walked over, it even hurt to walk now, this was unbelievable, they really did this to little kids? It was criminal! I looked at him pleadingly but he just stated his one hateful word
"Ankles"
I reached down determined to at least stay on my feet this time
WHAP!!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
I raced around the room this time squealing and hopping, hoping to out run the pain. It didn't work.
"please please please no moreeeeeeeeeee, it hurtsssss, it hurtssssss, I cant take it, pleaseeeeeeeee" I begged
"come on he said, your being a sook! ANKLES" he ordered yet again
I stood before him again, the pain, the sting, the ache, how on earth did anyone take this. It wasn't like this in all those stories I had read. I reached again form my ankles and gripped them as though they where a life support.
WHAPPPPPP!!
I dropped straight to the floor, I grabbed and held my bottom, I gritted my teeth and let out a small animal like moan.
I wasn't laughing now, but I was rolling on the floor with tears in my eyes........Sane Safe and Consensual. Now we're done talking will you just SPANK ME!
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