On Friday morning I found myself bending over inspecting my bottom. The marks from last night’s spanking had gone; I felt a strange sense of disappointment. However, I definitely wanted to experiment further. Judging by my husband’s reactions yesterday the same applied to him.

The weekend and Monday passed normally. However, I found it difficult to sleep on Monday night with excitement mounting about what the following day would bring. I awoke Tuesday morning to hear my husband getting ready to go to work, he went downstairs and eventually closed the front door before driving away. 

I rushed downstairs and on the kitchen table, there was the expected note, in addition, there was a black paddle and a twelve-inch plastic ruler. The paddle looked a bit like a table tennis bat but was covered in black leather it had the lovely, and to my mind, erotic smell of leather. The ruler was just a standard office ruler, and I was not sure if it had been left there by accident. 

With trembling hands, I picked up the note and read.

Judith, 

On Thursday you will report to my office at six o’clock. You will be wearing chocolate brown hold-up stockings and the knickers I bought for you last Christmas. Like last week I expect you to be wearing your exhibition shoes. You will wear nothing else.

You will knock on the door and wait for me to invite you in, please bring the paddle and the ruler with you. 

I am going to put you over my knee and give you a thorough bottom spanking with my hand. Once your bottom has been spanked, I will use the paddle on your naked rear. You will try not to struggle and shout out during your punishment. Any undue noise or fuss will result in extra punishment. Any extras will be delivered using the ruler. 

At the end of the spanking, you will thank me and then go straight to our bedroom. In the bedroom, you will place three pillows in the middle of the bed and lie face down over them. I will take my pleasure from you in this position.

Whilst in my office you will refer to me as Sir. Do not be late on Thursday as this will result in extra punishment.

The note was like last week's and caused a similar reaction in my pussy. The knickers he referred to are a pair of baby blue French silk knickers that look good on me, they are impractical in real life, but they have had a starring role in my bedroom life. I took the paddle, ruler, and note back to bed. 

I laid on my stomach and spanked myself with the paddle, it made a lovely sound as it contacted my bottom, and it left quite a sting. Even in my excited state, I wondered how much it would hurt when used by my husband. I spanked myself a few more times imagining the scene on Thursday. I was by now really excited and retrieved my vibrator to finish the job off properly. What a way to start a Tuesday morning. 

Throughout the next couple of days, my mind kept returning to the forthcoming spanking. Fear and anticipation competed although I found myself excited by the prospect. There was a strange atmosphere in the house on Thursday with both of us waiting for the fireworks to begin with neither of us knowing what to say to each other. 

I signed off work a bit early and bathed in preparation for the evening. I took extra time to ensure I was completely shaved around my pussy. I wanted to avoid extras, I still remember the spanks to the tops of my thighs from the previous week. I took my time over my hair and makeup I was imagining myself going on a date, it was going to be a very strange date, but I would at least look good, certainly to start with anyway.

I had bought some new holdups, chocolate brown as instructed. I rarely wear stockings outside of the bedroom but putting them on does always give me a thrill and tonight was no exception. I took the French knickers from my drawer; silk does have a very sensual feel to it. I pulled them on and put on my shoes and looked at myself in the mirror. It was a sexy remarkable sight here was a woman dressed for naughty sex. I turned and bent over and imagined what my poor bottom would shortly feel like. I seem to be spending a lot of time bending over and looking at my bottom in the mirror these days. Spankings do some funny things to you.

I was ready, with nervousness I collected the paddle and ruler, and with a final check in the mirror set off to bare my bottom to my husband. It still felt weird walking semi-naked through the house, weird but in an exciting way.

At exactly six o’clock I knocked on my husband’s study door. 

“Enter,” I heard.

I opened the door and approached the desk. Butterflies flew around my stomach as I saw him sitting there. 

“What are you carrying?” I was asked.

“It is the paddle and ruler you requested I bring.”

“What are they going to be used for?”

“To punish my bottom.”

“I think you will find they are to punish your naughty bottom?”

I looked down at the floor, took a gulp on a very dry throat, and replied, “Yes, Sir.”

“I wish to inspect you, please stand straight and please keep still.”

I stood, he walked around the desk to stand behind me. I could feel his eyes looking over me. He has always been a bottom man, and I could feel him staring at my bottom. I felt his hand cup my right buttock and he squeezed me gently. “What a perfect bottom for punishment, he whispered in my ear.”

He reached around my waist and pushed his hand down the front of my knickers, and he cupped my pussy. “Lovely and smooth as requested, well done.” He then ran his finger along my groove and discovered my aroused state. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I like to please my Master.”

“That is an interesting term, you may continue to call me Master in this office on spanking days.”

The word was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him. I did not consciously choose that word it sort of picked itself. It sent another pulse into my pussy. 

“Time for your spanking I feel you are enjoying this rather too much.” With that, his hands left me, and he returned to his seat. “You know the position over my knee, bottom uppermost.”

I did indeed know what was expected and took my position accordingly. He ran his hand over my now tightly stretched panties. “Right let’s begin with a hand spanking to warm you up for the rest of the evening.” 

With this, the first spank landed squarely on my right buttock followed very shortly by the same on my left. This was the start of the pattern he got into a rhythm first one buttock then the other. At first, I was able to cope with the spanking but gradually I had to start kicking my legs and started to cry out. The heat was building, and my bottom started to feel sore.

Eventually, the spanking ended, and he returned to rubbing his hand over my knickers. 

“That is starting to feel nice and warm. Time for your knickers to come off. Please stand and remove your panties and hang them on the hook behind the door.”

I levered myself upright and pulled down my panties. I bent to pick them from the floor and made my way to the door. I was very conscious of showing my punished bottom in all its glory. I had no doubt I was being closely watched.

I hung up my knickers as instructed. I could see the crotch was wet from my excitement. Spanking is not all bad. What I did not know at the time was that my husband would spend much of the next day looking at my discarded knickers hanging on the door and replaying this evening’s activities in his mind.

"Back over my knee.”

I complied.

"Time to fill in the gaps I have missed. We would not want to miss any bits, would we?”

“No, Sir.”

“We need your bottom to be a nice uniform colour.” With this, he eased my legs apart and his fingers went immediately to find my excited clitoris. “Speaking of uniforms, I like you to dress up for your punishments what uniforms would you think are best for spankings?”

It is hard to converse when someone is deliberately trying to excite you, it is also extremely hard to think when over someone’s lap and you are facing the carpet. “I am not sure, sir. What do you mean?”

“I was thinking of something like a nurse’s uniform, with the nurse having been found stealing money from patients. She would need to be punished. What do you think?”

He was driving me crazy, “It sounds like she has been very naughty and would deserve her punishment.”

“Any other scenarios?”

I was understanding his train of thought now. “A wife could be sent back to school to learn to take her punishments properly.”

“Now that is an excellent idea, how about a French maid failing in her duties.”

These fantasies combined with his fingers were affecting me, in a very sexy way.

“If you think of any more, please let me know. You are enjoying this too much, let us make your bottom a uniform colour, red being the shade required.”

The spanking re-commenced. Although the knickers did not offer any protection this time the spanking seemed harder. I was struggling right from the start. Eventually, he finished the spanking. “You will have to learn more self-discipline whilst being punished.”

I wanted to tell him that he should try being quiet when being spanked. But common sense prevailed, and I kept that thought to myself.

“That will be two extras. Time for the paddle. Please get up and stand in front of the desk.”

I received a slap to send me on my way. I stood before the desk naked except for stockings and heels, tears in my eyes, and awaited my next instruction. He stood and walked behind me again. “Bend over so your chest is flat on the desk, open your legs wide, dip your back and push your bottom right out.”

I tried to comply, I felt so exposed. I was showing my husband all my charms with no hiding place. “Legs wider, bottom further out.” 

Finally, he was happy. My bottom was the centre of both our attentions. He picked up the paddle from the desk. “Right, I am going to give you six.”

“Oh no,” I cried. “That is too many.”

“Are you questioning my authority young lady?”

“No Sir, sorry Sir.”

“As I was saying I will give you six on each buttock.”

I could not believe it, how would I cope, “You will also receive one extra for your defiance. That is three extras in total.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Right this bottom is not going to paddle itself.” He paused. “Although sometimes you could paddle yourself in front of me, I could ensure you did it hard enough and thoroughly enough. Now that is a thought.”

I could not believe the things that he kept coming up with and despite my predicament, this did sound exciting.

“Right first one coming up. Please count for me. So, one thank you master, and so on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.” 

The first stroke landed, it hurt. Although I knew it was not given full strength there was still quite a sting.

“One, thank you, Master.”

The next stroke on the opposite buttock, I let out a gasp and remembered the count.

After six strokes tears were pricking my eyes and I was struggling. “We will take a rest there,” he said, and his fingers returned for my pleasure rather than my pain. “You look sensational like this,” he said.

“I am glad you approve. My bottom is very sore.”

“Your bottom is very sore Master,”

“Sorry, Master my bottom is very sore.”

“That means it is working, what would be the point to a spanking if you did not get a sore bottom?”

“Yes. Master.” I was starting to enjoy the feeling of his fingers. 

“Only six more to go, ready?”

I thought that is easy for him to say but said, “Yes, Master.”

The next stroke landed. I counted and fought the sting. This continued until the eleventh stroke, “Final one coming up stay in position afterward.” The stoke was delivered it seemed harder than the rest I coped just and remembered the count.

“If you had been a good girl throughout your punishment it would now be over, however, you still have three extras. Time to find out what the ruler is for.” He said this in such a way a shiver went down my spine.

“I want you to reach behind you, take hold of each of your punished buttocks and pull them apart for me. I am going to deliver your extras with my ruler on your bottom hole.”

That sounded both terrible and exciting at the same time. My husband sometimes inserts his finger in my back passage during lovemaking it always feels very naughty although it is highly erotic. I reached behind and held each of my buttocks they felt very warm to my touch, I exposed myself as I was asked. How exposed I felt. My anus was the centre of my thoughts.

“Keep yourself in this position throughout you have three strokes to come.”

He stood right next to me picked up the ruler and delivered the first stroke to my sensitive hole. Wow, what a sting I knew he had not struck me hard, but it is very sensitive down there. I cried out but managed to maintain my pose, just.

The final two strokes were harder to endure but endure I did. 

“Well done you have been very brave.” That felt like high praise indeed, “off you go to prepare for me to take my pleasure from you.”

I slowly stood and rubbed my bottom it was extremely hot and very sore. 

I left to return to the bedroom. Once there I inspected my bottom it was red all over, I could see the marks from the paddle. It looked how it felt, sore. I bent and pulled my buttocks apart to inspect my bottom hole it was a pink colour and my whole bottom was starting to sting nicely.

Once again, I laid the pillows on the bed and positioned myself for my husband. I was not to be disappointed he not only pleasured himself, but I was pleasured too. We fucked as hard as we have ever done before. 

Later that evening as we laid in bed. My husband said. “Let us go to London this weekend we have some uniforms we need to buy. Are you up for it?”

“Yes, I cannot wait let us do it.”

The End.