‘Bugger!’ I exclaimed.
The sound of crockery smashing echoed around the kitchen as I dropped six of Rebecca’s best dinner plates onto the tiled floor.
‘Mark! What happened! What have you done!’ Rebecca – my mother-in-law - was, understandably, very upset and angry.
‘I’m sorry, Rebecca – the plates slipped out of my hands…’
‘Jesus, Mark – you need to be more careful! What you need is a bloody good hiding!’ she said in exasperation. My heart missed a beat - she was undoubtedly right. I’d love my mother-in-law to give me a good hiding. I couldn’t agree more. Wasn’t going to happen though.
‘God, I’m sorry, Rebecca. It was an accident…’
‘I don’t care – those are my best dinner plates, and I won’t be able to replace them. They’re over twenty years old! Ohhh…’
Rebecca started to cry, hiding her face in her hands. I tentatively reached out to try and comfort her, but she turned away from me.
The noise brought my wife, Deborah, and my father-in-law, David into the room.
‘Oh, for God’s sake, what have you done now! You really are a clumsy oaf, aren’t you Mark?’
I felt myself going red at my father-in-law’s rebuke. He was right, but I didn’t like him telling me off. It made me feel like a naughty schoolboy. I mumbled another apology, but I didn’t think he was listening. He and my wife were both too busy consoling Rebecca.
It was the last full day of our visit to Deborah’s mum and dad, and it hadn’t gone well from my point of view. I’d managed to upset both David and Rebecca over the course of three days, and the plates were probably the last straw. I really was sorry – whilst David could be a pain in the backside, his wife, Rebecca was lovely. And if truth be told, I had a bit of a crush on her.
The rest of the day wasn’t very comfortable either. I repeatedly apologised, but nobody really wanted to hear it. Rebecca broke into tears several times, and David couldn’t help berating me.
‘You need to give some serious consideration to how you can make this right, Mark. When my wife is this upset, all I want to do is give you an old-fashioned spanking!’
Christ – even my father-in-law was at it now! I wondered…
They were both still angry and upset the next morning when we were due to leave. I apologised again to Rebecca and eventually, when she and I were alone for a few minutes amid the chaos of breakfast and packing, I plucked up the courage to speak to her.
‘Look, Rebecca - I know what I did really upset you. I really am sorry, but I know that isn’t good enough right now. If – if it would help, why don’t you just give me the good hiding you think I deserve?’
There. I’d said it!
She looked at me, eyes still red, but with at least the beginnings of a smile.
‘Don’t be silly, Mark. We’re all grown-ups. You’re thirty-five years old for Christ’s sake! Look, I know you didn’t mean it, I just – I just think if you’d been more careful, it wouldn’t have happened. That’s what’s made me cross. And I don’t know how you are going to learn that!’
‘Rebecca – I just want to make it right between us! It shouldn’t matter if I’m thirty-five. What you said to me yesterday obviously came straight from your heart. If a good hiding would make you feel better, I’d be more than happy to…’
I wasn’t quite sure how to finish the sentence. Rebecca pursed her lips.
‘To what, Mark? Take your trousers down and bend over my knee? I don’t think it would work like that, Mark. Look, don’t worry about it. I’m sure next time we meet up it will all be forgotten about.’
I wasn’t so sure about that. I thought things over whilst we finished the packing and, retiring to our bedroom for a few minutes, I quickly wrote a short letter.
As Deborah and I said our goodbyes before departing on our car journey home, I pressed the letter into Rebecca’s hands.
‘Rebecca – I’ve written you a short letter. It’s an apology! Please take it! Don’t read it now – open it later. It’s about what we discussed earlier. Just read it! And if you want to change your mind at any point, just tell me, okay?’
Rebecca sighed at me in exasperation, but took the letter and nodded. I gave her a kiss and a hug, and shook David’s hand. I could tell he was still not happy with me.
As we left, I thought about the words I’d written. They were etched into my brain:
‘Dear Rebecca, I’m really sorry I dropped and broke your plates. I would do anything to make it right. You told me that what I needed was a ‘bloody good hiding’. If this will make it better for you I would willingly accept that from you. I know you said that it is a silly idea, especially as we are all adults, however, I wish you would give it some more thought.
In any case, please accept this letter as an ‘IOU’. Should you change your mind at any time, please show me this letter as a reminder and I will happily submit to a ‘bloody good hiding’ as you so poetically put it. I only want to make it right. All my love, Mark.’
On the drive home, I told my wife what I’d done.
‘What did you do that for, Mark?’ She was incredulous.
‘I just thought it might make things right, Debbie. And anyway, you’ve also told me on more than one occasion that I deserve a good spanking.’
Debbie was quiet after that. She had said it to me before, especially when I did something particularly annoying. But never seriously, unfortunately. I’d happily submit to a bit of maternal discipline from my wife – or from my mother-in-law for that matter! Each time Debbie mentioned spanking me, I’d felt my cock growing harder. It wasn’t something I’d told Debbie, though.
A few minutes later, I saw my wife smile.
‘I could just imagine you being spanked by my mum. If it ever happens, I’d quite like to see it!’
She looked at me.
‘You might get more than you bargained for…’ she added with a laugh. I swallowed in mock fear.
That night, back in our own home, we had sex for the first time in weeks. Deborah initiated our lovemaking, which was unusual. She was aroused and aggressive, almost devouring me. My wife hadn’t been as adventurous as this for years and I was taken aback by her ardour. I didn’t argue though, enjoying her sudden hunger.
I didn’t have the world’s biggest cock, and nor did I tend to last very long once I was inside my wife. Caught up in my wife’s obvious excitement, I spurted within two or three strokes, filling her with my cum. Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly changed position, lowering myself so I could reach between Debbie’s pussy with my mouth.
I loved my wife’s hairy pussy, and liked to make her cum with my tongue – the only way I made her cum, if I were honest, though usually, I made sure she was satisfied first. This time, however, Debbie allowed me to lick her even though I’d already cum in her. I could taste myself as I licked and kissed her. She was very wet and ready to cum herself! But this time, her climax was stronger than I’d ever known it!
Afterward, we cuddled and fell asleep in contentment. As I drifted off, I wondered what she had been thinking about that had got her so excited…
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Six weeks later, the family met up at my brother-in-law's for a get-together. Deborah’s brother, Adam was taller and broader than me and was married to Andrea, a short, but stunning brunette with a fantastic ass, who I’d always found incredibly sexy! When we arrived late that morning, David and Rebecca had already been there for a few days, and were due to leave the following morning.
The whole family would be together for just the one day, which was about right. Longer visits tended to end up in squabbles and tears. But lunch was a friendly affair, with much wine and banter. During the afternoon, some of the family wanted to go for a walk at the local park. David and Rebecca, however, said they were tired, especially as they had a long drive ahead of them the following day. As everyone was getting their shoes on to go out, David asked if I could perhaps stay behind with them, as they had something they wanted to discuss with me in private.
‘No problem!’ I said, waving the others off. Debbie gave me a quizzical look, but I shrugged my shoulders in response.
Once the others had left, David invited me to sit with him and Rebecca in the lounge.
‘Now, Mark, I have here the letter you so kindly gave Rebecca after your last visit.’
My heart jumped slightly as he said this – he’d caught me by surprise, as I would never have thought they would have raised this whilst we were at Adam and Andrea’s. And anyway, I’d given the letter to Rebecca, not David! But I supposed it was inevitable that she would share its contents with her husband.
‘Rebecca and I have had a serious discussion about the content of your letter, and we have decided to take you up on your offer – or promise. Are you still willing to "be given a good hiding," I think was the phrase you used?’
Oh, God! Talk about being put on the spot! What should I say? I had never imagined it playing out like this. I was very conscious of them both looking at me, waiting for a reply.
‘Um – yes, I guess so…’
‘You don’t sound too sure?’
‘Well, I – um,’ I paused. ‘Yes, I’m sure. I promised. It’s an IOU, so yes, of course. I – I want to make things right.’
I was babbling.
‘Good. I thought from the tone of your note that you were sincere. It’s good that you will honour that, Mark.’
‘Yes, of course…’
‘Now, having discussed it, we thought it would be better if I were to deliver your punishment, rather than Rebecca. I trust that’s okay too?’
I gulped again. Being spanked by my father-in-law wasn’t what I’d envisaged when I’d made the offer to Rebecca. Being over her knee was one thing. Being over his knee – there was a degree of shame and humiliation in that that I wasn’t expecting, or was comfortable with. And yet…
‘Yes…’ I whispered.
‘Good. So, I thought I should do it now, whilst the others are out, as it will be the last opportunity for a while…?’
The pause that followed whilst I digested this was more one of shock than anything else. When I woke up this morning, I hadn’t anticipated being spanked in this house by my father-in-law.
‘Unless you’d rather wait for the others to return…?’ David let the question linger, and I quickly shook my head.
‘No, now is fine.’ No, it isn’t, I thought. Not really. But what could I do?
‘Fine, then. In here is probably best, as there is plenty of room. I will spank you over my knee, with Rebecca watching. On your bare bottom, of course, if we’re to do it properly. So you’ll need to take those off.’ Pointing at my trousers.
Of course. He was very good at taking charge, I’ll give him that. I didn’t really have an opportunity to object – it was all happening so fast. I just nodded, and, looking at Rebecca, took off my trousers and pants. I was very conscious of her as a woman whom I found attractive, and I was embarrassed to be undressing in front of her like this, but she didn’t bat an eyelid as I exposed everything below my waist – my cock, fortunately, remained in a flaccid state!
I stepped forwards toward David, who was now seated on a stout dining chair, and bent over his lap. I found it a very submissive act to carry out. I was conscious of Rebecca watching, as I submitted my bare bottom to her husband, wondering what kind of a man she thought I was.