My wife Lucy and
myself consider ourselves to be your fairly normal everyday type of couple,
although we do acknowledge the fact that we are probably a lot better off than
most couples, but then the main reason for that is because I have always worked
hard and saved my money. However, there is another more simple reason for our
'wealth', which is that I work for a well-known Merchant Bank in the City of
London, which meant that during the recent spate of companies going public on
the stock market I managed to put away quite a tidy little sum of money. That,
along with other 'small amounts' I have picked up on some insider dealings, has
meant we have been able to purchase a brand new detached house in Coulsdon,
Perhaps it would have
been more appropriate if we had bought a house in the up and coming Docklands
part of London, but living in such an
area would of course have classed us as 'yuppies' and I have no wish to
be put in the same category as that snivelling bunch of shits. Believe me, it's bad enough working with them
day in and day out. Pompous, know it all young upstarts, I really have no time
for them at all. They are just a bunch
of know nothings who have accumulated their wealth by sitting at computer
keyboards all day long, whereas I have had to work for every penny I've earned!
Anyway, I really think Lucy and I are too old to be classed as 'Yuppies', at
least I most certainly am.
But enough said about
our financial status and my pet hates and more about ourselves. My name is Peter Samuels and I will be 43
next birthday, my wife Lucy is 28 and despite our age difference I am happy to
report that we still enjoy being married, quite simply because we get along so
well with each other, especially in our sexual relationship. Yes, it's quite true, surprising as it may
seem to some people, even after seven years of marriage the novelty hasn't worn
off, we still have sex regularly, quite frequently in fact, and my lovely Lucy
often tells me that I am a sex maniac, and that I only ever think of one thing!
I've also overheard her tell a couple of her more intimate friends that I never
leave her alone, telling them things like 'Oh yes, he's always trying to get
his hands inside my pants!' Which, I
happily admit, is quite true, because believe me my Lucy is a very attractive
lady and I don't consider myself to be different from any other red blooded
male who enjoys taking every opportunity to be intimate with his lovely wife.
But, in addition to
our regular bouts of sex, there is also another aspect to our marriage which we
both consider to be just as important as our sexual activities, in fact it's
very often a prelude to our sexual activities.
You see I am, and always have been, a firm believer in strict discipline
for the erring female and according to my rules that means lots of stringent
corporal punishment and plenty of humiliation too!
In my humble opinion,
over the last ten years or so, young women have been allowed to abuse their
privileges, they can get away with practically anything and, in consequence,
they have become far too full of their own self-importance for my liking.
Women's liberation, equality of the sexes and all that kind of unadulterated
claptrap has seen to that!
I also blame a severe
lack of discipline in both schools and the home for the ever soaring rate of
crime perpetrated by young females in their early and late teens, notably the
crime of mugging, particularly against old people, or people who can't defend
themselves properly. It has also become noticeable that many divorces these
days come about as a result of young wives finding out that their husbands
don't measure up absolutely perfectly to their high expectations, or because
they won't knuckle down and give in to all their stupid little whims.
Then there is the way
female workers always expect the same wages as men for supposedly doing the
same job, which is a complete fallacy.
Believe me there is no woman who works as hard as a man, and when they
don't get their own way and get their bloody pay rise they promptly go out on
strike! There are even women working on
the floor of the Stock Exchange now, and that really is an act of sacrilege as
far as I'm concerned. It really is a
disgraceful state of affairs and one which is surely leading this once wonderful
country of ours into absolute chaos.
Well, I've said my
piece, so I can get down off my soap box, because I am happy to say that in my
home at least, things are just as they should be. My wife Lucy has learnt the hard way that
under no circumstances will I put up with any of this women's liberation
nonsense and, as a regular reminder, she has been subject to stringent corporal
punishment ever since we got married six years ago!
As I have said I'm
almost 43 years of age and certainly no oil painting when it comes to looks,
whereas my wife Lucy who, as I have said, is only 28 years of age, is indeed a
most attractive young woman. Boasting a
figure which I swear many of the sexy young models that appear in your magazine
would envy. I consider myself to be a
very lucky man being married to such a lovely lady and you can imagine how good
it makes me feel when we walk down the road together, and a young man's head
turns to take a second look at the picture of loveliness that just paraded past
him. It is indeed most gratifying!
But, what I find even
more gratifying is what a shock those young men would get if they were to find
out that not only am I that attractive young lady's husband, but also her
complete master! Although I must quickly
add that has not always been the case.
When I married her six years ago, she was like most of the young women
around at that time, only too ready to take advantage of their new found
'freedom'. Not only did she think she
had all the answers, just like the rest of these women's libbers, I found her
to be extremely disrespectful. But, as
soon as we were married I quickly straightened her out on that score! For no
sooner had we arrived in our 'honeymoon Hotel', she spent the first ten minutes
in our well-appointed room overlooking the bay over my lap, bawling her head
off as I belaboured her bare bottom with the back of her hairbrush. The silly
girl thought I had removed her skirt and knickers for some other reason!
An extremely harsh
introduction to married life you may think, but believe me it was no on the
spur of the moment thing, I had been encouraged to do it by of all people her
I first met my wife
when she was about 19; she was working in the bank in an adjacent office to
mine. A friend of mine, a lecherous sod,
took her out for several dates before I did.
But when he didn't get anywhere with her, he couldn't persuade her to
let him get his hands up her skirt, he promptly packed her up. A few months later, despite his warning not
to waste my time with her because she was frigid, I took her out to the theatre
and quickly realised that the reason for her prudishness was that she came from
a very strict home.
Lucy is the middle
one of three daughters and their father had died when she was 11, but unlike
most mothers in such unfortunate circumstances, Lucy's mother took the
responsibility of bringing her daughters up properly very seriously, and in
fact she continued to take that responsibility seriously right up until they
After taking her out
several times Lucy took me home and introduced me to her mother. The lady certainly impressed me, she seemed
fair and reasonable, and I'm happy to say that she took quite a shine to me
too. And that was when I found out that
Lucy came from a strict home, because from the very start her mother let me
know that if I was to carry on seeing her daughter there were a certain set of
rules that had to be followed. Firstly
if I was taking Lucy out for the evening then she had to be home by ten thirty
at the latest and secondly, and most importantly, there was to be no
'hanky-panky' allowed, and she assured me that she would know if we had been up
to anything. Although how she would know
she never explained!
Lucy's sisters, who
were also party to this particular conversation and had heard the same 'sermon'
preached to their boyfriends, had laughed when 'Miss prim and proper Lucy', as
they liked to refer to their sister, had blushed furiously and became very
embarrassed. But their Mother wasn't deterred by her daughters making fun of
their sister, and reminded us about what she had said several times in the
Having a great deal
of respect for both Lucy and her Mother, I strictly adhered to her Mother's
rules and I always managed to get Lucy home on time after a date. But
surprisingly, I never gave any real thought to what the consequences might be
if I didn't manage to get her in by the 'witching hour'. However, several weeks
after I had started dating her I found out what the consequences would have
been, when Lucy met me at the bottom of her road one evening with her eyes red
I didn't want to
embarrass her at the time so I said nothing about it, but when she couldn't
seem to keep still when we were in the cinema I just had to ask her what the
problem was. At first she refrained from
telling me, because she said it was far too embarrassing, but then realising
that I would find out about it soon enough anyway, she explained how just a few
minutes before she came out to meet me, she had been spanked by her Mother!
I couldn't believe
it, a girl of her age still being spanked by her Mother, and quite obviously my
mind was soon working overtime, conjuring up all sorts of pictures of how she
must have looked being spanked by her Mother.
I tried to question her further, but she refused to say any more about
it than that.
Her Mother, however,
wasn't quite so reticent about telling me what she had punished her daughter
for. In fact I didn't even have to ask
her about it, she happily volunteered all I wanted to know!
When I took Lucy home
that evening, she still wasn't able to sit very comfortably. Something that was
quickly noted by her Mother, who, having impatiently told her daughter to sit
still and stop fidgeting about so much, several times in the space of just a
few short minutes, she asked if Lucy had told me that she had been slippered
earlier that evening? I think I
surprised her when I said that she had, but then quickly added that I didn't
know any more about it than that.
"Well, in that
case, I'll tell you exactly what happened." Her Mother smiled, then turned to glare at
her daughter, as she blushed quite noticeably.
"The lazy little
madam left her room in a dreadful mess this morning and untidiness is one thing
she knows well enough by now that I simply will not tolerate under any
circumstances. She was also stupid enough to think that she had gotten away
with it too. I knew she was going out
with you this evening, so I purposely waited until she had got herself ready
before I tackled her about it," she said, pausing for a moment and looking
very pleased with herself as she again looked across at Lucy, a malicious grin
playing across her lips.
"So, as she
stood in front of the hall mirror brushing
her hair and generally prettying herself up for you, I told her to come
in here, made her lift her dress above her waist and bend over the arm of that
chair you're sitting in, took her knickers down and gave her twenty hard whacks
with the sole of my slipper. As big as
she is, she still gets her backside whacked whenever she doesn't do as she's
told, or misbehaves in any way, and she will go on doing so for as long as she
lives under this roof!"
Judith and Christine
her sisters, were again present on this occasion, they had got in just before
we did and were sitting there giggling at their sister's obvious discomfort,
but they were soon silenced when their Mother glared at them and snapped
impatiently "And you two can wipe those silly grins off your faces, unless
you'd like me to do it for you?"
Much to my disappointment,
that was the end of that particular episode.
Obviously I would have liked to have heard a great deal more about Lucy
having her knickers taken down and having her bare bottom spanked, but that was
all there was to it I'm afraid. However,
it did break the ice and after that I began to be accepted as part of the
family and I became quite a regular visitor, calling round to see them at least
once and sometimes twice and three times a week. Three times if managed to get an invitation
to Sunday lunch. Not surprisingly, the girls were extremely embarrassed at my
presence sometimes, but not so their Mother. I rather felt that she liked
having me around because I was someone she could show off too!
For instance, if
their Mother caught one of them bending over for any reason, she was likely to
have her skirt flipped up and her bottom swatted with her hand, or whatever her
Mother might be holding at the time, like a rolled up newspaper or a
magazine. I even saw her use a hard
plastic spatula on a couple of occasions and that certainly made the recipient
jump, believe me! She never gave them a
gentle swat either; it was always a hard whack that was meant to hurt. She also loved to make them jump, by creeping
up on one of them, then suddenly thrusting her hand up under her skirt and
pinching her bum hard.
Even better than
that, from my point of view at least, was when she'd suddenly wrestle one of
the girls down onto the floor, or onto the sofa and tickle her for minutes on
end. There were shrieks of laughter as
the girl struggled and their arms and legs wriggled about all over the place
and I didn't just get glimpses of their underwear either. Their knickers and
petticoats were fully displayed right up above their suspenders and stocking
tops and occasionally I got a glimpse of pubic hair. Then, when their Mother
eventually left them alone, they hurriedly pulled their skirts back down and
just sat there, not knowing where to look, their faces extremely red from both
embarrassment and exhaustion.
It was all good fun
of course and I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but it was a bare bummed
spanking that I most wanted to be witness to and, I suppose it was almost eight
months after I had first met Lucy's Mother before I got my wish and actually
saw her 'infamous slipper' in use for the first time. But it wasn't on my darling Lucy's bare
bottom, as I had hoped, instead it was put to use on her younger sister
Judith's poor sit upon. The extremely
naughty young lady had left the bathroom in a terrible mess and as their Mother
had told me before, under no circumstances was she prepared to tolerate
untidiness from any one of three offspring.
The method for
punishment, as I later found out, was almost always the same. Judith, who was
upstairs at the time, was summoned down to the living room, and told in the
presence of myself and her sister Lucy, in no uncertain terms exactly what it
was she had done wrong.
Then, directing the
message to me rather than anyone else present, she said she had warned them all
often enough about their untidiness and it was quite obvious that she had been
wasting her breath so there was nothing for it, the culprit just had to learn
her lesson the hard way. She made it
sound as if she was making up some excuse for her actions, which of course she
needn't have, because of course I had been dying to see this for ages!
Surprisingly, or at
least it was to me, young Judith made no fuss about receiving her punishment in
my presence and she knew exactly what her 'reward' would be for her untidiness. As soon as her Mother had finished scolding
her, she quickly lifted her dress and petticoat up above her waist, then bent
right over the arm of the settee, with her face almost buried in an upholstered
seat cushion. Instantly her Mother moved
round behind her and gave her several hard slaps across the backs of her
thighs, until Judith had placed her legs quite some way apart. Normally the
girls did that without having to be told, or so I was to find out later. Then Mother dragged Judith's knickers down to
about mid-thigh, removed her left carpet slipper and there, before my very
eyes, proceeded to apply the hard rubber sole to her youngest daughter's bare
That slipper of hers
fairly whooshed through the air landing across her daughter's bare buttocks
with resounding whacks and there were twenty of them in all, I counted each and
every one of them. Young Judith, who was
just turned 17 at the time, took the first half dozen in comparative silence, apart
from a few noisy intakes of breath. But,
for the remaining whacks she soon began to emit little yelps and squeals of
pain, that proceeded to get noisier as her punishment continued. It was also noticeable that all of the blows
fell on the lower cheeks of the little darling's lovely bum, with an odd one or
two landing on the backs of her thighs, where it's rather sensitive and, not
surprisingly, Judith responded by making her noisiest protests.
slowly stood up, and let her skirt and petticoat fall down before stooping slightly
to pull up her knickers, trying to look as though nothing had happened. But she wasn't very successful, because her
face was very red and her eyes were full of tears!