Honesty is the Very Best Policy

Went to my parents' place for Sunday dinner. Having just signed my sparkly new DD Contract, I was keen to tell my Mom and Dad about it, misguided as that may seem to some of you. I really wanted to tell them especially, while having a bit of a... fantasy, I guess you could call it... of being spanked in front of them, or at least near them. I don't totally understand why I want that, or even why I want to tell my parents about the Contract, but I feel I do, and after having done it, I think I understand it better, which we'll get into below.

My initial concept for "telling them" was deceitful and I regret it now. It took awhile to back me away from it. My older sister said it was a bad idea. My husband said it was a bad idea. I even argued with both of them about it. I made a defiant post about it (Spanking at Parents?) where I indicated that I intended to force my husband's hand, and was met with a deluge of universal condemnation from you guys for my idea. So ok, a girl can take a hint. Thank you all, by the way. As one comment best summed it up "currently you seem to be guided by your pussy rather than by your brain." Ouch. Guilty as charged...

My initial concept was to deliberately do something "spankable", and then have David spank me on the spot. When David refused, I decided I would do the thing anyways and "force his hand" to see what would happen.

How I imagined it would go down. Spanking to follow!
(courtesy Glenmoretales)

Ok, a whole bunch of things wrong with that plan. Deliberate misbehaviour is totally against the spirit of my DD Contract. Defying David and attempting to force his hand is just plain wrong. It would be deceiving my parents. David had no interest in participating in that way whatsoever. Breaking a glass, even under those circumstances, would seem trivial and contrived. My parents hearing their daughter being struck might consider it abuse and react accordingly. It was involving them in our lifestyle too abruptly, with no chance of their signalling displeasure so we could back off. I could go on. Dumb dumb dumb thinking, I admit now.

I apologized to David soon after coming to my senses on Friday evening. He was glad I was thinking clearly. Despite this type of misbehaviour not being explicitly called out in our Contract, I suggested it was worthy of a Disciplining, which he agreed with and said would occur after Sunday dinner (back at home, of course). I suggested, tongue-in-cheek,  he should spank my pussy, because she was the one that gave me such bad advice, but he went for the more traditional spanking discipline. We'll get back to that later.

David and I did agree that we could speak to my parents about my new DD lifestyle. I would do most of the talking, and emphasize that it was 100% me driving it all. You would think that was a step down from what I had planned, but I felt way better about this plan, and after settling into it got way nervous about carrying it out.

When I told Sue my initial deceitful plan, we argued and she wanted no part of it and decided not to attend Sunday dinner this week. So I called Sue and apologized to her as well. She approved of my new plan, but thought it best that she continue staying away so that David and I could talk to my Mom and Dad alone.

So we were all set for Sunday dinner.


David and I got there and we made it all the way through dinner talking about this and that. I got up to clear, and believe me I was very careful not to break anything, OMG! We served dessert and midway through dessert I raised it. I'll try to recall our dialog as closely as I can. I was pretty nervous talking about it, which I'll try to convey in my part of the dialog below.

"Mom, Dad, there's something going on that David and I, well me really, wanted to tell you about."

They looked concerned...

I went on quickly, "ummm. Well.... I guess you sort of know, that well, ummmm, sometimes I get David to, like, spank me?"

It's so hard talking about spanking with your parents! The "spank me?" had a distinct Valley Girl lift to it, which I normally despise.

They both smiled and looked relieved. I guess they thought I was going to say something worse! It was my Mom who spoke first, with a bit of a smile in her voice: "Your Father and I sort of figured that out, yes."

Yes. Not a big dark secret.

I've written extensively about my Dad before (e.g., Daddy's Little Girl), but I should explain a few things about my Mom for context. And no, I don't sexually fixate on Mom! My Mom worked her whole life. She started out as a teacher, and later became an education administrator pretty high up in the government hierarchy. She helped a lot of women to get ahead, and was an advocate for women's rights. She broke a few glass ceilings. She's retired now on a full pension. She's a smart woman, an educator/leader, and she was always professionally into stuff like psychology, self-hypnosis, primal therapy, and alternative stuff like that as an educator, looking for new approaches to education. So open-minded for sure.

My plan was to tell them I've been feeling stressed lately, but that the spanking David gave me made me feel a lot more centered, so I asked David to help me more along those lines.

Accordingly, I went on: "Recently I've been feeling a bit out of sorts really. Nervous. Distracted, Feeling like I'm slipping on the goals I set for myself."

"We're all feeling that way now," said Mom, referring to the pandemic.

I answered, "it's been going on for a bit longer than that with me, but yeah, this does not make it better. You remember a couple of weeks ago when David and I told you about that thing where I went out to get ice cream for no good reason. I mean, I'm even trying to slim down a little above everything else. He and I argued about it, and he... well, he spanked me."

It's so hard saying the words "spanked me" to Mom and Dad, especially in this context of me needing discipline.

"We thought that was a bit of fun?" said my Dad.

I knew that was what they thought, just based on the teasing comeback at the time.

"Yes, and no. I was deliberately being a bit bratty with David. And we certainly do play like that, so David just did it, more for real than for play? And afterwards it made me feel a whole lot better. Calmer. More at peace? And I wanted to tell you guys about it..."

"Do you think you're reacting to the stress by trying to find your inner child?" Asked Mom.

Yeah, that's Mom.

"Probably. Is that bad you think?" I asked her.

"Don't judge yourself," she answered. "It's neither good nor bad. It's maybe just what you need right now and that might change later."

That was acceptance, right? Mom is great, isn't she? I think blog readers have gotten the wrong impression of my Mom, mainly because I fixate on my Dad so much and she's been mentioned only obliquely. But I get a lot of my strength and determination from my Mom's example. With her retired and doing more grandmotherly stuff now, every now and then I need to be reminded of how accomplished she had been in her professional life, and how she still carries those skills and thought processes.

I went on, "I do seem to need it right now. So I did a bit of research online, and I got this idea to write up, like, a little contract sort of thing? Where I write down everything I want to be held accountable for and ask David to hold me accountable... you know... in that way."

"With a spanking?" confirmed my Mom. As opposed to my mealy-mouthed articulation of the word, or avoidal of it entirely, Mom just came right out and said it clear as day!

"Yes," I answered. "It's what I think I need right now. It makes me feel good. I need you to know, though, that it's all my idea. David was reluctant. He thinks it's silly. Like I'm sure you do."

"Not silly. It's sweet," said my Mom.

I'm sure I was beaming at the affirmation, or would have been had I not been so embarrassed.

I continued, "we just wanted you to know, in case you hear about it or anything like that. I want you to know I'm not, like, an abused wife or anything like that. It was entirely, I mean 100% my idea totally. I really had to talk him into it." I reached out and grabbed David's hand for support. "And don't worry, he's never too hard on me or anything, nothing I can't take, and we have a special word I can use just in case it's too much. It's more just kind of... childish and embarrassing I guess?"

That sort of hung out there. Both Mom and Dad seemed to think about it and then nod affirmatively, as in, yeah, if we squint we can see it, and if it's what you want.

"Tell them about where you want to get spanked," continued David.

Dad totally misinterpreted! "On her big bare bum I imagine?" He said.

Oh geeze. Mister bull in the China shop compared to my Mom's delicate surgery. And it's not that big!

I clarified, "Daddy! No, he means where as in 'in what location'. I told David he should do it wherever I am, like here, or at the cottage, or wherever."

I was surprised David had prompted me like that. I thought he totally disapproved of the idea of spanking me at my Mom and Dad's.

"Yeah, I wasn't so sure about that part," said David, confirming my thoughts about how he felt about it, and likely shutting it all down by saying that. But then why raise it, I thought? Maybe he wanted to shut it down :-(

Then my Mom really surprised us by saying, "well you be careful, and not when Nancy or her boys are around."

Wait. Hold the presses. It took me a second in real time, but that was Mom not objecting to the whole concept, right? Nancy is my younger sister and viscerally does not approve of my "fun and games". And her sons are a bit young. But rather than shutting the whole concept down with a big fat NO, Mom just added some conditions, but sort of implicitly approved the concept. Right? I wasn't imagining things? David had the same read, I confirmed later on.

"No, not Nancy or the boys, of course," I agreed, blushing furiously. You know when you can feel a hot flush in your cheeks and your heart skips. Like that!

"Tell your Mom and Dad about the argument we had," David said. Oh blush! Unbelievably, the way the conversation had proceeded, bless his heart, but it appeared as if David was setting me up for a guestroom spanking! Confessing now took on a new meaning. I was likely going to get spanked here, in my parents' house (the house I grew up in, by the way - at one point what is now the guestroom was my room).

"Ummm... yeah... I had this stupid idea that I would carry too many dishes out and deliberately break something so David would have an excuse to spank me up in my old room or something. And that would break the ice and then we could talk about this. And then I argued with him when he said it was a dumb idea."

"Oh honey," said Mom, "You don't need to break a dish to have a conversation with us."

"Yeah I know. Sorry," I said. And then I, stupidly (!) used a babytalk voice and said, "David says he's going to spank me for it after." Oh how humiliating I would use that tone of voice. It's not what our DD is about. I'm not a "little". I don't know what got into me.

"Well I guess that's up to you two," said Mom, ignoring my babytalk voice.

That's when my marvellous man just damned the torpedoes and actually did it.

"She'd like it if she got spanked here for that, do you mind?" asked David.

What a question! He is magnificent. Very, very brave. And he did it for me. Totally for me. But when he said "here", he meant (and I confirmed it later) 'here' as in upstairs in the guestroom. But then my Dad...

"Sure, Let's see how you do it," said my Dad.

Ack! Dad got the idea 'here' meant here here I think!! But then my Mom...

"Go ahead," said my Mom, shaking her head. "Nothing we haven't seen before when she was a child. I blame myself," she added.

Ack! Ack! 'Seen Before'? She expects to 'See It'. Ack! And she actually compared this to my spankings when I was eight. It was like, no big deal, we spanked her when she was eight, what's the difference? Hello? BIG difference! Mom! Dad! I'm a grownup! I'm a wife! I thought all that, my heart pounding in my chest. Literally pounding with the adrenaline. Oh No! This was going too fast! What had I gotten myself into???

Afterwards, David said he was initially not even going to raise spankings outside the home, but when my parents were so no big deal about my spankings, he thought he would broach it as a possible future thing, for my sake, because he knew I wanted it, and then see how they would react. When they reacted no big deal to that as well, David went for it and angled to get me spanked upstairs in the guestroom as I had originally wanted. That's what he meant when he used the word 'here'. He did not intend 'on the spot here'. But my boy is quick on his feet. When Dad and Mom were both "Sure, spank her right here," my fate was sealed.

Regarding Mom's "I blame myself" comment, I'm sure she meant she was the professional educator and was late in giving up spanking us kids. I've always imagined it was her who put her foot down when the question came up for Nancy (actually, my last spanking was from Mom, and she really lost her cool. I bet she felt guilty over that!). But when she said "I blame myself", was that for letting the spankings continue when the research was against it, or was she blaming herself for turning me into an adult spanko? That's me analyzing what was said as I write this. Me at the time was sort of in a daze!

David stood and moved his chair away from the table and towards the corner of the room. It was not lost on me that he oriented the chair so that my butt would be pointed towards my Dad and Mom. If he spanked me bare bum... oh gosh!

David sat and called me over. Boy but I felt myself blushing! It felt like I was walking through molasses.

"Pants up or pants down?" David asked my Mom and Dad. Oh no! I was disappointed. Why did David have to ask?!? My Mom and Dad would take this as an opportunity to turn my spanking into a PG nothing version. My heart dropped.

"Need to keep your eye on your work," said my Dad with a wink. I mean, a literal wink. As in, a single-eye blink.

Dad!

"Oh Doug!" said my Mom, but did not say more.

Holy shit! Would it be bare bum?

"You heard your Dad, get those jeans down to your ankles," David said.

This was actually happening. This was ridiculous! My tummy churned, and I was breathing hard as the adrenaline coursed through me anew. I lowered my jeans, being careful to retain my panties. Would David pull them down? He wouldn't. He couldn't. Would he ask? Or had it already been asked and answered?

I was standing facing David, my jeans at my ankles, with just panties on beneath the waist. They were a simple cotton print panty. Little flowers. Oh blush. I could not see Mom and Dad, but I felt their eyes on my panty-clad butt, especially my Dad's! But that's no big deal, right? It's just like a bikini bathing suit, right? Even more modest than that.

David gave me a smile and reached his two hands out and grabbed the waistband of my panties. David told me after that he felt safe in interpreting my Dad's remark of "keeping your eye on your work" in only one possible way. He acted accordingly and he lowered my panties down to my knees. Ok, this was way more than my bikini. I was mooning my parents!

That's my Mom and Dad's grown daughter's
actual bare bum! That was their view!

David pulled me gently by my arm down across his lap. I pinned my legs together and I was stiff as a board. So much for my fantasies of a "pussy show" for my Dad. I was legit mortified!

"Head down," said David, pushing my head and my legs gently down towards the carpet. Oh no. David was not allowing me to get away with it. I knew my pussy would be visible. It could not be otherwise. I softened submissively and bent fully over David's knee.

The photo above was taken of me as I was being spanked
over a man's knee with my panties at half-mast. So I know
exactly what my Mom and Dad saw as David lowered my
panties to half-mast and took me across his knee.
How unimaginably humiliating for a grown daughter!

I felt David's hand on my butt cheek.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"yes, sir" I said quietly, absolutely mortified with embarrassment.

"Why are you getting this spanking?" He asked me. Oh gosh. I have to speak? This is straight out of the Contract.

I could barely squeak the words out: "I was going to be deceitful with you and Mom and Dad, and I argued with you about it when I should have known better."

There is nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, more embarrassing than for a grown wife to have to squeak out her misbehaviour with her pants and panties lowered while draped across her husband's lap, knowing a spanking was coming, with her bare bottom and bare private parts on display to her parents. NOTHING!

"That's right," said David. "I'm going to give you twenty hard spanks, ok?"

He never tells me how many I would get. I guess that was for Mom and Dad's benefit. And 20 was very quick. I usually get, like, hundreds! David wisely thought he didn't want to sour the proceedings by them thinking he was going too hard on me. I only got around 20 or fewer when I was eight-years-old, after all.

"Yes, Sir," I said, accepting my "sentence". Just please to God get it over with! I was hanging out here!

He lifted his hand and spanked my right cheek. I would classify the spank as medium-hard. It was a resounding whack by most people's standards. I remember gasping and whimpering a little, more from the embarrassment than from the smack. Mainly I was flushed and hyper-ventilating from being a grown woman spanked bare across her husbands knee in front of her parents!

He took his time, about two seconds between spanks. He strictly alternated cheeks. It was all over in less than a minute. I kept my composure for the first dozen. After that the spanks hurt more and I yipped with each and felt my bottom writhing across his lap. David had made sure Daddy got a good pussy show. The chair placement. The panties at my knees. My head pushed down to bend me over more. He absolutely knows I obsess over that and had taken the opportunity to make sure it happened in real life. The thought of what I was showing Daddy (and Mommy) burns into me still, and I'm sure will never be erased. There's no doubt a whole blog post in analyzing all my conflicting feelings, but it was what I craved, for sure.

I was very emotional from that spanking. After the full enormity of the situation hit me around the fifth spank, I felt myself tearing up. By the last few spanks I was openly bawling. "I'm sorry," I cried out. David finished the twenty spanks, looked down at my no doubt rosy butt cheeks, and told me "I think you've learned your lesson."

He stood me back up. He leaned down and pulled my panties back up my legs, covering me.

"Pull your jeans back up," David told me. I bent over and did so. David took me into his arms and hugged me, and I hugged him back and said "thank you".

He sent me back to the dinner table to sit. He restored his chair to the table and sat as well.

"That was very cute," said my Mom, "feel better?" she asked me with a smile.

I nodded my head yes. I did. It wasn't sexual. I just felt loved and cared for by everyone there. And very embarrassed.

"David gave you quite a red bum," my Dad said.

"It's a little sore," I agreed.

"I'll bet it is," said Dad with a chuckle.

"And definitely not in front of Nancy and the boys," my Mom added. Oh gosh, she was referring to my vagina!

"No no, of course not," I promptly agreed, feeling my face flush.

"Sue knows, I suppose?" asked my Mom.

"Yes," I answered. "She's spanked me too," I added in a blurting of honesty. Why did I volunteer that???

My Mom laughed. "She's always wanted to. She thought it very unfair that we stopped spanking you younger than she."

We were having a spanking conversation with my Mom!

I decided I should wrap things up. "Thank you," I said, taking a deep breath. "I feel much better now. Very loved and cared for by you all."

"Good," said my Mom. "Now is grownup Julie back at the table?" She asked.

"Yes she is. Albeit sitting on a sore tush," I joked.

"Good. Let's clear up the dessert dishes and then go sit more comfortably," said Mom.

Ha ha. She didn't mean because of my tush. She always says that, at every dinner, to signal that we should go to the living room and chat.

I leapt up and cleared like you imagine a very well-spanked wife would. But more to just do something so as not to have to talk about it more! When I joined the others in the living room the conversation had been moved along to the usual topics. I took a seat gracefully and curled up my legs on the couch. I smiled at my Dad and he winked back at me. He's a winker.

On the way out we got one more quick spanking reference, from my Mom. During the goodbyes she said to David, "feel free to spank her anytime you're over." Oh Gosh! She didn't have to volunteer that!

We went back home. On the way home, and more of it back home, we analyzed and re-analyzed everything, many times over. David said he thought it was nice that he didn't need to worry about spanking me in front of my older sister or my parents. Oh blush!

He also decided that my twenty spanks, given the circumstances, was a sufficiently memorable punishment for me and nothing further was required. I agreed!

So I guess this means that it will be "open season" on my bare butt at my Mom's house and at the cottage. David teased that he's for sure not holding back now, and may even "save up" my misbehaviour for Sunday dinners! I think he's teasing. But what if he's not...

Will this be me from now on????

Mommy, Daddy, and Big Sister Sue watching me get my spanking from David.
(courtesy Glenmoretales)

And the teasing!

David looking far too pleased with himself!
(courtesy Glenmoretales)

So that was it. Wild ride! I never, ever, expected it to go down like that. No way! My parents didn't treat it at all like something kinky, they treated it as if I wanted to regress to being a child, and that my bare bum spankings were part of that. They seemed to think no more of seeing me bare than when I was eight years old.

Parents can surprise you, I guess!

Thank you everybody for all your help. The honest approach was absolutely the best way to go, and I was amply "rewarded" for it.

After all of that, I feel like spanking me some man butt now! ROAR!

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P.S. Glenmoretales posted a wonderful blog entry with a more fulsome imagining of one way this might have transpired. Check it out here: The Broken Glass Spanking Comic