PRETTY LEGS I & II [Fiction]
PRETTY LEGS I & II [Fiction]
PART I
We were having a wonderful night at the club. The dinner had been delicious, the company of several couples with whom we were close was warm and cheery. My wife, Becky, and I had just stepped onto the dance floor for the first time that evening. With a familiar thrill, I felt her nestle her head against my shoulder; this was when she usually murmured something sweet into my ear. What she said this time was more of a shock than something sweet in my ear. “When we get home this evening, I am going to give you a nice, long spanking.” My first reaction was to laugh at her joke, but I found myself saying, “What do you mean honey?” Becky leaned back and looked at me a bit disdainfully and mimicked me, “What do you mean, honey?
What part of it didn’t you understand? I know from your sister that you know very well what a spanking is, so I shall repeat — when we get home this evening, I am going to give you a nice, long spanking. Now do you understand?” I knew that my sister, Helen, who is two years older than me had become good friends with Becky, but I didn’t know they were close enough for Helen to have her that I was spanked by my mother well into mid-teens. In a flash I realized that Helen must have told her about the time when I was sixteen and had been tormenting her, that Mom had supervised while she brought me to tears with a really hard spanking. I was angry with Helen and getting worried about where this was going as well.
I asked the first logical question I could think of. “What would you want to spank me for? What did I do?” Becky’s expression did not change as she said, “Rick, I know you are fascinated by pretty legs. I don’t even mind you sneaking admiring glances at women who have them. But your comment to Glenda about her legs were quite a bit more than just a pleasant compliment; I was embarrassed by it, and I intend to do something about it. You are going to be spanked.” Now I bristled, “My comment wasn’t that big a deal, and I’m damned if your going to spank me. I’m your husband, not your child.” Becky did not get angry or even upset. She simply smiled and said. “Yes, your my husband, and I do love you, but there are times when you act like a naughty boy; this evening is one of them, and, yes, I am going to spank you. You really know you deserve it, and you are going to get it. Now let’s enjoy the dance, and not talk about it until we are on the way home, then I will enjoy hearing you try to talk your way out of it.” The look on her face said that the subject was closed. We had a great evening of dancing, cocktails, and joking with our friends.
Of course the spanking issue was constantly in the front of my mind, but I still had a good time. When we got in the car to drive home, I noticed that Becky let her skirt ride well up on her very pretty legs. For the first few minutes little was said, as I glanced continually from the road to Becky’s legs. She is right; attractive legs do fascinate me, always have. I thought optimistically to myself “all is forgiven and forgotten, the display of her beauty is meant to set the stage for a great night of passion” Then Becky said: “Do you like what you see, dear?” It won’t be long before you are lying across them while I spank your deserving little bottom.” My defiance slipped a little, and I found myself protesting instead of resisting. “Aw, come on Becky, you surely aren’t serious. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Your legs are prettier than Glenda’s. I was just kind of joking around, that’s all. I thought you had forgotten it.” At that point Becky’s look became determined; her voice quiet, but assured. “I will forget it after I have brought you to tears, dear, then all will be forgiven. But I don’t want you to think for one instant that there is ANY way you can avoid my spanking you. There isn’t. And furthermore, in the future, I shall make it a practice to spank you whenever I feel you need it, and you will accept it as you did your mother’s spankings. Most men can profit from a dose of maternal discipline, and from now on you will be one of the lucky ones.”
We were pulling onto our street, and she said in a tone that brooked no argument, “After you take the baby-sitter home, come straight to the basement rec room, and we will take care of this little matter without waking the children.” Some of the fight seemed to be leaving me, I just mumbled, “We’ll see” After taking Debbie home, I walked into the house in a bit of a daze. I didn’t even consider not following her orders and went down to the rec room. Becky was there, her face showing not a trace of doubt or indecision. “I am glad to see you have accepted the consequences of your misbehavior. Now, I want you to go up to our room and bring me my hairbrush” I started to say something, but Becky cut me off, “Don’t make things harder for yourself, bring me my hairbrush — Now” Her cool tone dismissed me.
I knew that each time I complied with one of her orders, I was building her ability to control me and that it was going to result in a discipline session I really did not want. But, I did not seem to be able to control myself — she seemed in control. I went quietly upstairs, picked the hairbrush from her vanity, and returned to the rec room.. “That’s a good little boy” Becky cooed as I handed it to her, standing awkwardly in front of her. “Now step around to my side so that I can lower your pants” She said, as she folded her own skirt neatly back revealing those great legs. If I was going to resist or refuse this was the last chance for it. But, the sight of her legs hypnotized me. I stood there as she unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. Then she hooked her fingers over my skivvies and jerked them down to my knees. She smiled as she noted my arousal and in an unemotional tone said, “I’m glad to see that you appreciate my taking the trouble to correct your misbehavior.
In the future (I certainly didn’t like the sound of that) I shall order you to get across my lap, and expect immediate obedience, but since this is your first spanking from me I will tell you this once. When I tell you to get over my knees and stay there until I say I am done you will do so immediately. If you get up I will have to start your whole discipline session over again and it WILL be harder. Lowering myself across my wife’s lap is one of the most difficult things I have ever done, especially since I knew that this would be the first of many spankings and that as of that evening, our relationship would be completely changed. “As I said before, I shall discipline you whenever and however I choose; when decisions are to be made, discussion will be permitted, but once I say that the discussion is over, you will be very well advised not to try to continue it. Do you understand?” I heard myself saying, “Yes, honey” and was told that during my punishment sessions I was to address her as “Ma’am. “Yes, Ma’am” I said.
“Now, when you are ready to begin your new life, you can get across my lap” she said with a motherly smile. Almost teasingly she added “Just look at my legs, at the tops of my stockings. You know you really want to lie across them. Just do it, Rick, you will be much happier after it is over, take my word for it.” Then is a sterner voice she added “You have been a naughty little boy and as your wife I have to punish you. You know you want me to anyway.” I don’t know whether it was a minute or thirty seconds, or two minutes. Neither of us said a word. I stared at her lovely lap, one side of me saying “resist” and the other saying “surrender” She had reminded me of the spankings my mother gave me, and it began to seem somehow “right” to have the woman in my life controlling it. Slowly I sank into the position she wanted. “That’s a good little boy, Rick. Now this is going to hurt more than you can imagine. I am going to give you a much longer and harder spanking than any you have ever had. I won’t stop until you are crying, but don’t worry. I won’t stop when you start crying. Hmmmm, perhaps it would be better for both of us if we repositioned you over my left knee, so that I can hold your legs down with my right leg. I have a feeling you will need to be kept where I want you”
I meekly complied as she shifted me into the position she desired. She said brightly “I have been reading a lot about how to correctly discipline and spank naughty husbands on the DWC website lately. I know you so well and I was just positive this would become necessary.” With that she delivered four hard smacks to my backside. “How did that feel, dear?” Whap, whap, whap, several more were delivered in rapid succession. I was in pain this spanking stuff REALLY did hurt. ‘I hope my naughty little boy is satisfied to be getting what he knows he deserves.” I responded with “Yes, I have had enough and I see your point.” Becky chuckled. “The warm-up is over, dear, now the spanking is officially beginning.” With that she rained down smack after smack to one buttock then the other. I squirmed against the pressure of her restraining leg, and that of her hand in the middle of my back, but she merely increased the pressure, and cooed, “Now be a good boy and don’t try to resist. It will be better for you if you don’t” Smack, whap, whack, the spanking continued, and I began to cry, I mean really cry; I had been begging for mercy for several minutes, but now I was in tears. “Good boy” I heard, “You are crying. I like that. ” Becky continued to spank me, it seemed harder than before. I wasn’t resisting anymore. I was lying over her knee, accepting what she felt must be given without movement or plea. I don’t know how much later it was, perhaps two or three minutes of continuous spanks, until she finally stopped.
“Get up dear, leave your pants down, and go stand in the corner.” She watched me with a satisfied smile on her face as I hobbled to the corner she had indicated. “You will not touch your bottom until I tell you that you may” She said as I heard her dialing the phone. Her first words made my heart sink, “Hello, Glenda, My naughty little boy has had his spanking, and is standing in the corner. (now I understood the enigmatic glance I had seen them exchange when I made the comment about Glenda’s legs) Oh, he is veeerry sorry, and I am sure he will want to apologize to you. Yes, I’ll drive him over tomorrow evening. Really? You gave Jerry a spanking, too for not speaking up to Rick about making rude comments to you. Good, they both deserved it. I am sooo glad you told me about the DWC. After hearing what the lifestyle has done for you and Jerry, I knew it was just a matter of time until I imposed it on Rick” The two girls continued to chat for ten or fifteen minutes.
I was totally mortified. “Oh, and in case you didn’t hear my discussion with Glenda on the phone; when we go over there tomorrow evening for you to apologize, if she wishes to spank you too, you had better not object and embarrass me. As a DWC woman, and my friend, if she wants to punish you, she has my blessings. On the way to the bedroom Becky said “I told you your life was going to change, and after tonight there are going to be a lot of changes. Honey, believe me this will be good for both of us and it will make our great relationship even stronger. And by the way, you are probably harboring some anger toward Helen for telling me about your spankings as a teen-ager, which was not that long ago. Take my advice, dear, let it go. Helen is a woman, and my friend. Do you understand? Of course you do! Now undress and I will tuck you into bed. ” Becky was right, of course. I have had more spanking since then than I can count. But, I AM a happier husband and I must admit a better man.
PRETTY LEGS PART II
It was Sunday afternoon; my bottom was still tender from the spanking Becky had given me the previous evening. There was definitely a different air in the house. Becky’s attitude toward me was peremptory, as she did not ask me to do the dishes or take out the trash as she usually would, instead she ordered me to do so. Later I heard her talking on the phone. “Hello, Glenda. I thought I would call you and arrange for us to come over this evening so that Rick can apologize to you. Oh, that is fine, in fact it is perfect. Yes, from the way he is carrying himself, and sitting down, I can tell that his little bottom is still very sore. Oh yes. He should definitely get another spanking from you. I will give him a few days to recover from my session and we’ll arrange a time when you will be able to give him all you wish.” They talked for another half hour or so, but my fate had been sealed, and I didn’t pay much attention to the balance of the conversation. The week passed too quickly as far as I was concerned. I wondered what it would be like to be put across the lap of my wife’s best friend. The embarrassment that would accompany it was too much to imagine. I hated the thought of it, and at the same time I there was a fascination I could never hope to explain.
Most of all, I realized I deserved what ever I was going to get for disrespecting my wife. Meanwhile, Becky’s attitude toward me continued to leave little doubt that she had taken charge of this house, and that I had best obey her. As we finished dinner on Saturday, Becky told me to wash the dishes, and get ready to go over to Glenda’s. I don’t know if she knew I had overheard the phone conversation, but I do know I was very nervous. We walked out to the car and Becky surprised me by walking to the driver’s side. She waited with a frown on her face until it dawned on me that I had better open her door for her. Without a word, I went to the passenger’s side. Becky smiled, “You learn very quickly, dear. From now on I shall do the driving and you will sit right where you are. I’m glad to see you are adjusting to seeing me as the boss, and as your disciplinarian. You do see it that way, don’t you?” Her clear blue eyes showed steely resolve. My mouth was dry as I replied “Yeah, Becky, you are the boss in our home.” She chuckled, “And?” she asked. For an instant I did not know what she wanted, then I said, “And that is the way it should be.” She raised an eyebrow, and I added, “And that is the way I want it.” She put the car in gear as she said, “That’s a good boy. When we get to Glenda’s house she is going to punish you and I want you to cooperate well. Remember, whatever she decides to do, she has my blessing.” We arrived at the Borton’s house and Becky rang the bell.
Glenda answered the door. I looked at her and again remembered why allowed my eyes to linger too long the last time. It was truly beautiful. Then it truly hit me. I AM PROBABLY GOING TO BE SPANKED BY THIS WOMAN. “Come in, come in.” Glenda said, “I have put Jerry to bed early, as what we have to do is none of his business. Sit down, Rick,” she ordered me, as she took a chair directly across from the one she indicated for me. Becky, grinning broadly, sat to one side. Glenda wasted no time. “You like my legs, Ricky, hmmm? Well, little boy, you are going to be very close to them before too long. How dare you make a comment to me like the one you made last week? How dare you!” The look on her face made it clear that there was really nothing I could say, except a weak, “I’m sorry”.
Her smile was disdainful, “Oh, I’m know that Becky made you very sorry, and take my word for it, you are going to be a lot sorrier.” She glanced toward an end table, which I had not noticed before. On it sat a large paddle with holes in it, and a rattan cane. She pulled her skirt up revealing those gorgeous legs as she told me, “Get up and bring me that paddle.” I glanced from Glenda to Becky and back to Glenda. Neither of them showed any particular emotion, just satisfied determination. I presented the paddle to Glenda, and waited. I did not wait long, Glenda unbuckled and lowered my trousers in almost a single motion, and without stopping, she stripped down my underpants. “Now, Ricky, I am going to give you the spanking of your life. I WILL teach you to respect women. We are not in the world for men’s amusement. We are not here to serve you. In fact, we will tell you what to do and punish you when you do not obey, and the sooner you realize it the better. Now get across my lap.” I knew better than hesitate. “Now you are veerry close to my pretty legs, aren’t you? Do you like it?” I knew she wanted an answer, so I said, “Yes Maam, I like it. I am where I belong.” Her tone was mellow, “Becky told me you were adjusting to being subject to female discipline quite well.”
With that she landed the first swat. This was no warm-up. She delivered a continuous barrage of spanks, harder than any Becky had given me a week earlier. I was thrashing around on her lap, yelping and begging for mercy before she had reached a dozen. She stopped for a moment to tell me, “Ricky, I know this is hurting, and that’s good, it is supposed to. Now quit gyrating and simply take what I am going to give you, because you WILL take what I am going to give you even if Becky has to help hold you in place. Do you understand?” She did not wait for an answer, the spanking resumed and I did my best to lie still, but I could not. I was crying and begging for mercy as Glenda delivered swat after swat after swat in rapid succession, each one seemingly harder than the previous one. “Becky” I heard her say, “hold his legs still. He is making me very angry by his childish squirming. He cannot even take a spanking like a man.” I felt Becky’s firm hands behind my knees, as Glenda resumed my spanking. It was not long after that that I felt Becky relax her grip, as she sensed my complete surrender. I lay across Glenda’s lap sobbing as she completed the spanking she felt I needed. “Get up, Rick, and bend over the back of that chair and grab the front legs.
I would advise you not to change that position until you are told.” With tears streaming down my face, I did as she instructed, knowing that Glenda intended to finish off with the cane. “What I am going to do now is really going to be painful, Rick, but you simply have to learn manners” With that she delivered four stinging swings of the cane across my right buttock, and quickly changed sides and delivered four more to the left. I shrieked with pain. My bottom, already fiery hot from Glenda’s paddle felt like it was stung by bees, beyond anything I had imagined on the way over. But now it apparently was over. Glenda told me to stand in the corner while she and and Becky sat down nearby, sounding very relaxed and enjoying their conversation. I could not hear what they were saying, but I heard them chuckle and giggle, and laugh, and had no doubt that Glenda was giving Becky some sisterly advice on disciplining men.
Finally, I heard Becky say, “All right, pull up your undies and pants. Time to go home and put you to bed.” Sitting was very painful and the ride home was excruciating. Becky took me right up stairs, undressed me and put me into bed. As she left the room, she said, “Enjoy looking at pretty legs, dear, but I am sure you will remember from now on that their best purpose is to provide a place for a naughty boy to lie while a woman spanks him.”
From:
Disciplinary Wives Club PART 1
Disciplinary Wives Club PART 2