Wife Spanked by Her Husband for being Naughty

As you all know, while normally very toppy, sometimes I get a little submissive streak growing in me. What set me off this time was a lengthy correspondence with a woman we shall refer to as "G".

G first contacted me saying how much she enjoyed reading my blog:

I love your blog! The way you own your sexuality is really inspiring!

Well that was a nice compliment! I wrote G back right away, and we started a nice back and forth that persists and has become more intense.

Turns out G spanks her husband J (initially upon his request) as I did with david, though she admits to not being as "over-the-top" as I on the surrounding activities. But she does seem super strict when she wishes to be!

From https://www.tumblr.com/blog/beautiful-when-she-s-angry

An amusing fact about G (that I shall no doubt get a verbal spanking from her for exposing here!) is that she seems to really enjoy vanilla oral and vaginal sex (though not anal, which shall become important later), and her husband has a very strong sex drive, so they are fucking like bunnies constantly. I tried to get a bit of a Dommy "upper-hand" on G by writing to her about how I imagine her "doing it", with her ankles pinned around her ears and her husband vigorously going at it.

Folded Missionary Sex Position

But as it turns out, G, is pretty much 100% toppy, and brushed that off. What is super fun and intriguing though are G's charming little almost OCD'ish insecurities (oh, there's another spanking coming!). She had never really been with a woman before (but clearly has a hankering), and was a bit shy to discuss it. She also seems to get embarrassed by the explicit manner in which I express myself, and she always writes back with a painful degree of circumspection when describing sex acts.  Also, she clearly has some insecurities regarding allowing her husband access to other women, which I have some fun with as well.

When I published my post about receiving some swats in front of my family, Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For Real!!!, she responded in a very "Mom Scoldy" fashion which really turned me on! This is how she started,

Dear Julie,

I read with great interest your detailed report of your “family-dinner performance” and I have to say, you are one very, very lucky lady! Every time you look at a calendar and the month is March, you should consider yourself fortunate that you can sit down at all, let alone comfortably, which would not be the case had you received any small part of what you deserved. From arriving “underdressed” right up to your orgasm extravaganza (I will not apologize for my language after what I’ve heard from you, missy) every aspect of your behavior was in every way inexcusable. No better word describes it.

She then went on to analyze every aspect of what I did and scold me for it. When in the right frame of mind (which I was), being scolded like this is very sexy to me.

If a correspondent just tries to Dom me out of the blue, they usually get Dommy Julie right back at them with a passion, which can be quite withering (especially to the fragile male ego). However, if a correspondent has built a bit of a relationship, has proven themselves to be kind, gentle, clever, writes well, and picks the right moment and the right things to say, and especially if that happens to be a toppy woman, well that can certainly flip my switch and totally melt me. And that is exactly what G did with me!

I tried to explore the limits of our newfound relationship with a little question. I put it out there that we should fantasize what might transpire were we ever to meet. Knowing G's insecurities about public play, and her need to remain 100% private, and her sensitivities around "sharing" her husband, I put it in a certain way...

From: Julie
To: G

Let's agree it's never, ever, ever going to happen, ok, so we can fantasize with complete abandon. COMPLETE abandon. But if I made myself available to you, in every way a girl can make herself available, what would you do?

Would you keep me to yourself perhaps? Explore certain things you perhaps have not yet explored thoroughly with another woman? Would we be equals in bed? Would you be my top perhaps? Give me a spanking. Abuse me every which way. Or would it be the other way around?

Would we involve your husband? Would we co-top J, perhaps? Would that be your gift to him? Or would you serve me up to him on a platter, at your complete whim? I know you do not allow anal on yourself, but here is a girl who is well-used in that department! Has J been a good boy?

Perhaps it is my husband that we co-top. Or perhaps you will allow yourself to be used by him under my strict supervision?

Or is it the four of us together? The boys would not like that! But this is a fantasy. I would make them suck one another's dicks while we paddle their behinds for encouragement!

Again. We will agree it absolutely won't happen. It's all in our secret fantasy minds.

But if it did...??? 

Isn't that a delicious thought to explore? Our minds completely free to explore without any constraints (of course, in the back of my mind, ...).

G showed no interest in being on the bottom at all. I think she felt a bit guilty about her insecurities regarding J (especially in contrast to by liberalness with david!), so she did allow for that possibility (but we agreed the two boys together would likely be a non-starter on both ends!).

I once shared that it excites me to think of the idea of "providing myself to guys who would never have a chance with a woman like me," which could sound like an arrogant thing to say (!), but not in the context of spreading my legs or bending over bare ass naked and offering sex to a less conventionally attractive guy (or a much older guy), as a way of righting certain inequities in this world of ours (the inequity of youth, outer beauty and hotness in particular!). G picked up on this in the intent with which I said it (and in the context of a discussion she and I engaged in regarding my willingness to offer up my bottom hole to my Daddy if I thought he didn't get that from Mom).

I’ve said before, you are a good person. It shows clearly in ways that are neither little or subconscious, through the things you say, even though you’re not trying to communicate what a good person you are. If you refer to “those guys would never have a chance with a woman like me” it could sound arrogant and annoying, but when you say “provide myself to guys who would never have a chance with a woman like me” it’s confident and charitable. You openly worry that your father never has access to “that part” of your mother [Editor's note: her ass!]. With your husband, you constantly communicate caring for his emotional well-being and enjoyment and even when you’re indulging yourself there’s a sense of good fortune, not privilege. The attention you pay and the care you take with your readers and posters. All of this (and a lot of other things you mention in passing) communicates that you are a good person.

Awwww!!! That kind of melts my hearts and turn me to goo. Seduction notes for you fellows out there!

In the context of G's insecurities regarding allowing other women to have sex with her husband...

And none of that even touches on punishing you for offering your perverted and insatiable little bottom to my dear sweet husband, and then punishing you because, since I know who you want up behind, implying that J "would never have a chance with a woman like you," and then punishing you for implying (in the same way) that I must not be "in your league"! True or not, you cannot be surprised when I take offense!

Oh, I deserved that for offering myself up like a total little slut for her husband's pleasure in ways G would not (I guess her butthole must be super tight or something ;-) After some back and forth, we decided the appropriate punishment for me would be naked, on my back, on a bed. J behind me, grabbing my ankles and pulling them back, G taking a whip to all my most sensitive areas while J watched the fruits of sluttish behaviour being visited upon such a Wanton Woman (the term G prefers to "slut"). G describes the scene in an email (also addressing an earlier "cruel-streak" comment I made about her when she was describing J's spankings and how I was a little afraid of her as a result - in a pussy-tingling sort of way...)

Lastly, the whipping, the sensitive, shameful places that become more and more my focus as I go on. This will require no great feat of strength or endurance, so neither you nor I can say that I will whip you particularly hard (and I had wanted to mention, but forgot, spreading oil to treat any marks that were caused, and rubbing it in). And if I do whip you hard, surely you remember why? “Territorial” is neither irrational nor cruel. Had you not begged me to allow my husband to sample your steamy and arid delights, they would never feel the lash (the next belt I buy J is going to be evil). And like the bonds, J will help you endure your whipping without worsening your situation through resistance.

I want you to visualize this as completely as possible. Corner of the bed, you on your back. Each shoulder against one of his thighs. Your arms raised, wrapped around his trouser-clad legs, hands grabbing, clawing involuntarily. Your feet nearly in front of your face, sole to sole, knees wide, J’s hands wrapping your feet, pressing them together, pulling them toward him. Count slowly. Small whimpers, getting louder, more insistent, protesting, demanding helplessly. Your head thrown back, mouth open. Losing count, wanting so badly to behave, to be given orders you can follow, demonstrate your obedience even while you know that if your weren’t held you would not be able to obey at all. That oil I mentioned seems a long, long time in the future.

Harsh but appropriate. Yes, I spank hard when necessary, or know how to compensate; yes, I’m confident, even enjoy, sometimes, doing what is needed, but hardly “proud.” And as for a “cruel streak,” I think we can dismiss that, can’t we?

OMG!!! So hot...


We imagined some other scenarios where we were together. In one I am a bimbo lesbian slut wife to her elegant lawyer, embarrassing her by my scanty attire, my flirting with men, and on the "Kissing Cam" with her at the hockey game I begged her to take me to.

that's not my husband...

After the game, she takes me down to the change rooms and gives me a bare-bottomed spanking over her knee. A young male janitor happens by and, with G's full blessing, radios his colleagues that they have to come over and see this! After my oh so public spanking, G makes me "service" them all, and in every which way, as in "so you like boys do you? I'll let you have your fill!"

Another scene we came up with is where G takes me to a wedding where she is a guest as her plus one. G started the ball rolling.

I’m invited to a wedding, J can’t go, so I take you and (for whatever reason) you have to do whatever I say. Our table at the reception will be women from my work and their spouses. So I can kind of use you as a shield against people I don’t know and you, being outgoing (or faking it), will still have a good time. Also I’m too old to be a bridesmaid but I was at the bachelorette party with them. I drop a few things and make you kneel and pick them up for me (we’ll have to think of what you’re wearing (and me)), maybe one of my co-workers notices. And asks about it. I explain, including that you’re aroused by it and offer to let her check. She grabs another co-worker, they ditch their husbands and we go into a preparation room behind the main dining room. I let them lift your dress and explore you, posing you to make it easier. Oh it’s time to sit down for dinner! This idea goes on with more women getting involved, including my boss, well, you can imagine.

Oh, I certainly can imagine! I elaborated on the scene in a note back.

You made me wear stiletto heels, stockings and garter belt, a short dress. A little too much makeup. I think I look like a total slut. Why must I go like this? You are so elegant in your evening gown.

I am making a spectacle of myself as I go down on my hands and knees to pick up your napkin, to pick up your deliberately dropped fork. I must run to the waiter to ask for a new one for you, wait for him to give it to me, and take it back to you. As I sit there blushing, you explain to the table that I am your toy for the evening. That I volunteered. That it actually arouses me to be treated like this. The men shift uncomfortably in their seats. You ask the women nearest you if they care to see how much it arouses me for themselves? They have a mischievous grin and agree. The husbands look so jealous of their wives!

You take me back to the preparation room. The noise from the dining hall can still be plainly heard. You make me hold my dress up above my waist. You ask if either of the ladies would like to do the honour of lowering my panties. You have a taker. With a big smile on her face she slowly lowers my panties exposing my bare sex. It is puffy and distended, my clit is engorged and visible through my folds. I am sopping wet. A young waitress walks by carrying a tray. She does a double-take but carries on with her duties. One of the proper wives sticks a finger into me and slowly draws it up past my clit. She looks at her glistening finger, and then tastes it.

"Back to the table, Julie," you say as you smack my bare bottom and make me restore my panties and dress.

"Any disobedience tonight, young lady, and I'll put you across my knee for a good hard spanking... right... at... our... table."

As it turned out, that whole scene (as were several others from G) were definitely "Hitachi Worthy!", which begins to touch on the title of this blog article... But patience!


G got an evil idea. She wanted to start a separate thread. She would put the word "fun" in the Subject line. When I saw that I knew that I was only to read the email at work. I was not allowed to read it at home at all. However, at home I was allowed to imagine the email in my mind's eye, elaborate on it in my imagination as I saw fit, and pleasure myself to it (if so moved).

This unfortunately, necessitated that I read and re-read the emails several times at work and really, really concentrate on every last little detail so I could replay it in my mind at home. This, in turn, necessitated yet another rule: that damp panties were to be removed at 2pm and put in my purse. The whole thing was very distracting, my work suffered, but I hope my colleagues did not notice!

The fun email thread imagined a scene where G, myself, and J met in a hotel room. It played out slowly and deliciously over 6 parts. The full story is reproduced on a page, G's Short Fun Flash, with G's permission, if you would like to read it (I highly recommend it!).

As a synopsis, G and I are both dressed similarly in skirt and blouse. G has me lying face up, fully dressed, on the bed. She makes J drop his pants and underpants to his ankles and stand with his back against the wall and his hands on his head. His shirttails do little to cover his throbbing excitement. G begins slowly undressing me and fondling me. She puts my hands above my head. My blouse is unbuttoned, my bra pushed up over my breasts, my tits fondled and pinched. She plays with my breasts right in front of J, who is allowed captivating little glimpses of me. G puts her hands up my skirt, and pulls my panties down and off. While this is going on, my blouse has slipped off my breasts, displaying my hardened twin peaks to J's eager gaze. I can imagine what will come next! My skirt will be hiked and G will play with me down there, allowing J glimpses of all there is to see of me!

As the story proceeds, I am very gradually exposed to J as I am being played with by G, my sexual responses on full display. I am pulled over G's knee and spanked in front of J. G imagines that I am such a slut that I would deliberately wiggle and position myself and splay my legs "involuntarily" so that her husband gets a better look. Gosh. She sort of has me nailed on that one!

Later on J must wank himself off and then is spanked, with me watching and giggling the whole time.

Then he is locked into the bathroom while G and I get it on.

After that, it's room service, and it is up to me to provide "the tip" for our waiter.

Finally J is allowed back in the room. I must get on the bed nude, bending over on elbows and knees, stick my butt way up and out, and arch my back.

In that position I am whipped directly on my shiny little "penny" (as G likes to refer to my asshole), "preparing" it for what is to cum, which is her husband directly in me!!!!

G draws the line at pussy, though - only hers for him. Apparently she will consent to my being his ass slut, however, but nothing more. Oh well, a slut like me gets what cock she can...

[read the whole story at G's Short Fun Flash now, or go back to it later after you read about my spanking!]

Up to the panty removal was the very first scene. Well I was very worked up over this. It was the culmination of all my imaginings with G. This is a scene that really could happen! For my part, I would certainly make myself available for it - fully available. Yes, even including entertaining her husband in my... bottom hole... [blush red!]

I'll start with the email I sent back to G after only the very first part, and fill you in on more details below.

How delicious!
But you got me into SOOOOO much trouble... (at home, not at work, fortunately).

I've been trying to be very faithful about only reading at work. I read it several times to burn the details in (damp panties at work – I wonder if the boys sense it?).

Yesterday evening, after dinner, while David was downstairs watching tv, like a silly little schoolgirl I actually changed my clothes to match your account, lay down on the bed, unbuttoned my blouse, pushed my bra up, and started playing with my nipples. At a certain point I slipped my panties off and left them there at the foot of the bed. You were there the whole time of course, doing it to me. I imagined J standing there, looking on lustfully (he is silly with those pants at his ankles like that). I could see his large erect penis.

When I'm in a dominant mood, a penis feels to me like a toy for me to bat around and play with, teasing its possessor mercilessly.

However, when in a submissive mood, I crave that big stiff hard warm cock. I want to stuff my mouth with it, my pussy aches to be filled with it, even my backside wants to be split by it! You have every right to be angry with me!

Unlike J, I was not able to keep both hands up by my head, one of them scooted down, hiked my skirt, and played with myself as the other squeezed my nipples to the point of tears. I closed my eyes and imagined the scene vividly.

Then, you won't believe it. I open my eyes and my husband is standing there right beside me, with a big shit eating grin on his face!!!!

I have literally NEVER been so embarrassed in my entire life! I felt my cheeks getting hot and colouring what must have been a deep red!

"What are you doing?" He asks facetiously.

"Nothin'" I say. Soooo humiliated! I mean, for how intimate we are and the kinky stuff we get up to, you'd think this would be nothing. But it was not. It was hyper embarrassing for me!

"You know what happens when someone's caught masturbating in this house," he says.

"Hey, that's my rule for you..." but even as I say this I know my goose is cooked!

So yes, THANKS TO YOU, G, he put me right across his knee, hiked my skirt up behind, and with my bra still above my bare tits gave me a good hard hand spanking to my bare tushy!!!!! For getting caught MASTURBATING no less (oh blush!)

After he was done, he tossed me on the bed, licked my pussy until I orgasmed, and then gave me a good hard fucking. I guess all's well that ends well!

This whole thing is just too ridiculous and coincidental and hot, that I simply MUST blog about it. Is that ok?

Thank you for the "marital enhancement". I feel you have paid me back in that department!

Oh my! I got a SPANKING! I love it when I get a real spanking for a real misdeed that I actually feel silly and guilty about. Even more so because it is in fact me being mentally unfaithful to my husband, culminating in a strange man having anal intercourse with me (though I did not know that at the time).

We do have a rule about masturbating, but so far it has only been applied in the one direction. I do not feel I have the right to allow or disallow my husband from masturbating. And besides, I enjoy that he does. We don't have that kind of 24x7 FLR relationship. He should do as he pleases, as do I. However, we do have a "fun" rule, that if I ever catch him masturbating, he gets a spanking! On numerous occasions this has happened. I 'kinda know when he's up to that, and I sneak up on him and catch him in the act! Usually there are videos of "barely legal" teens on his computer screen, him with his headphones on, and his dick in his hand.

Guess what he gets if I catch him with this on his screen?
Not just a spanking for my little missy!

Then I always give him a really good and hard spanking with my hairbrush, scolding him for his sexual tastes and for being so indiscreet as to get caught in the act. I think he puts up the teens in hopes of me catching him at it. Such a bad boy!

Well oh my goodness if the tables weren't turned on me! He caught me as red-handed as any girl could possibly be caught! My blouse open, my bra pushed up, my tits exposed, my nipples hard, my left hand squeezing, twisting and stretching my own nipples to a painful extent. My skirt hiked up. My panties discarded at the foot of the bed. My right hand down there, diving in and out and rubbing my clit. My eyes CLOSED as I imagined the scene.

How long was he standing there watching me?!?? Long enough, as it turns out. Foolishly left open bedroom door (ostensibly so I could hear him if he came up). But carpets on the floor, and socks on his feet, while leaving the tv on, meant he noiselessly came up and stood there watching me. Because of the rule of no reading at home, it was all in my imagination and my eyes were closed for much of it. How long was he watching? Humiliatingly long enough to see exactly what his little woman was up to! If a wife ever deserved a spanking from her husband, surely this was it.

He did not even let me finish! He hauled me up from the bed, sat on the side of it, and pulled me down across his left knee while clamping me with his right leg (quite roughly, the brute!). A leg clamping right from the start says he means business! He knows what I need when I'm like this. He pushed my skirt up above my ass cheeks. My blouse was open and my tits were hanging out, my bra still pushed above my breasts. My pussy was soaked with desire, and became even more so as he pulled me across his muscular thighs for my sluttish comeuppance.

He did not allow my head or my feet to be on the bed. He sat out far enough that my head was near the carpet and my legs were dangling off his one knee. I could literally feel the humiliating exposure of my damp pussy and my winking bottom hole as he jacknifed me over his one knee like this. He pushed my head down towards the carpet while keeping my feet pinned near the floor.

It was in these circumstances, with the evidence of my sins on complete humiliating display to him, that I received the full measure of my punishment.

He used only his hand, but his hand was more than enough!!! He did not hold back. It was not "playful". It was a spanking! A spanking that had me wriggling like an eel and screeching as he easily pinned me across his lap as if I was a six-year-old child. Again, he knew what his wife needed at that moment, and he delivered.

When it was (finally!) over (and it was long - long and hard - I was soo red after!), he lifted me up and placed me on my back on the bed. He grabbed me around my thighs, pulled me towards him, and began licking my pussy. Was not expecting this!

To say I was ready is an understatement! After all my feverish imaginings at work, and then my "actioning" it on my bed, working myself up like that, and then interrupted in a most submissive way and spanked good and hard, well I was more than ready and showed it. I grabbed his head in my hands and pulled him into me hard, riding him to a delicious, deep, orgasmic wave. I arched and bucked as I came. One moment I needed his tongue, HARD, on me. The very next I could not even stand the lightest touch! I rode my orgasm and his tongue for as long as I could bear and then pushed him away from me. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. His face was wet with me.

I scooted a bit back on the bed, spread my legs, grabbed my pussy lips in my hands, pulled them wide apart to show him my pinkness, and said "fuck me."

He did not need to be told twice! He ditched his clothes and I did the same. I lay back again and spread my legs. He took a pillow and put it under my hips, elevating me and angling me better for him. I grabbed my own knees and pulled them apart and back towards me.

"No, grab your pussy again, pull it apart for me," he said.

OMG but I did! I hooked my outer lips and pulled them wide, fully exposing my clit and my moistened inner lips, opening my cunt for him (I don't often blush as I write, but I am now!).

He positioned himself between my legs, his hard-on raging. I held myself apart for him as he literally plunged into me. With my position, and my spread-open pussy, I could feel him grinding against my softest, most delicate folds, and feel his pubic pone directly on my over-sensitized clit. He went in deep, filling me totally. He did not hold back as he fucked his naughty misbehaving wife, showing me my place. He pushed into me deep and stayed there. I pulled my hands out and encircled his back. He ground into me, keeping me spread wet and wide for him despite the lack of my hands. He gyrated inside of me and then came violently, filling me deeply with his seed as I hung on for dear life!

Fully, 100%, satisfied, he came up to me on the bed and we cuddled and kissed as I could feel his cum starting to dribble out of me.

"Clean me up?" I asked.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, cleaning me up nicely with his mouth and tongue (which is what I meant and he knew it), swallowing as he went, and giving me my second and third orgasms in the process.

Thank you G!

[P.S. don't forget to read G's Short Fun Flash as well!]