A Promise Made

After my conversation with Mom last week (Tea with Mom) I wasn't sure what to expect at Sunday family dinner. Was I going to get a spanking from Daddy??? I asked Mom during tea if that was possible and she smiled and said they would consider it. I hoped for it...

So I came into Sunday dinner all a tizzy wondering what would happen. So no big spanking happened, but there was a bit of exciting "show and tell" from David and a lot of spanking conversation. But most significantly there was a promise of something very exciting to come... read to the end to find out!

There was the usual crowd: my Mom and Dad, my big sister Sue, my husband David, and I. The first thing that happened as we got seated was Dad who said, "no more politics at the dinner table, right Julie?"

I answered "Yes Sir!". Everyone smiled a bit but that was all that was said. I think David, Sue, my Dad, my Mom even, may have wanted to say more, but nobody did (like, a reference to me standing in the corner last week, or of me getting my spanking after David got me home, or a reference to what would happen to me if I did it again...).

That was that during dinner. Boo. I was thinking the evening would be a spanking bust. I was wrong!

After dinner we gathered to "sit more comfortably" in the living room. That was when my Mom made things interesting. She said, "Julie and I had a talk earlier this week about her spankings."

My "spankings". That's definitely how she started: "her spankings". Already feeling the blush!

She summarized why I thought I needed it, and I agreed with her assessment. Basically along the lines of feeling the need to be taken care of in a childish sort of way, a little holiday from grownup responsibilities, in a playful and sexy sort of way for me.

Yes, she did say "sexy". Mom for sure had me pegged.

Mom went on to explain how she and Dad did not mind being a part of it, within limits. She did not specify those limits though. She then asked Sue if she felt the same way.

Sue could have made trouble, as in "you're all crazy! She's just doing it to get her rocks off!" But she didn't. She played along and said something along the lines of, "No, I don't mind at all. I've seen her spanked and spanked her myself already. I think it's a bit of fun and if that's what she thinks she needs then I'm fine with that."

Wasn't Sue great? She knew what I wanted, and even though she did not 100% approve, she said just the right thing to normalize it. To make it seem like not such a big thing.

Sue went on, "But based on the fact that I blistered her butt, I'm not sure if she ever wants me to spank her again."

"Of course I do, I deserved it," I said.

Mom expressed some surprise that Sue "blistered my butt". Sue said that I had misbehaved with her, that I had suffered the consequences, and all was forgiven.

"How hard was this spanking?" Mom asked a bit incredulously.

"Oh, it was hard," said Sue. "She has a very high pain tolerance. And she won't get injured, no matter how hard you go, that big butt has a lot of padding on it."

"Sue! It's not that fat!" I remonstrated.

"It's a lovely bottom," offered David, "but she does have a very high pain tolerance."

"You went light on her when you spanked her here, I take it?" asked my Mother.

"Yes," said David, "that was an uncharacteristically light spanking. Normally she wants it much harder than that."

"How do you know how hard to spank her?" asked Mom.

Oh my gosh. It was a whole conversation between Mom and Sue and David about how hard I "take it". Dad was just sitting back and munching on the pocorn, figuratively speaking.

"We have a system," said David. He went on to explain my safeword (RED) and how I try hard not to use it, but everyone feels better knowing it's there.

"I've heard about this 'safeword'," said Mom. I wonder where? "So how do you usually spank her?" asked Mom.

David then elaborated on his spanking technique!

He said he takes me across his knee and bares my bottom... oh gosh! He said he starts with his hand. He goes fast and hard, usually until I'm kicking up a storm and crying out, and that's usually enough. Sue chimed in that his hand may be, but hers not nearly. David said the next level up was a wooden paddle of some sort. Or maybe the back of a wooden hairbrush. Sue added, "or the wooden spoon, Mom." And the top level is some kind of a leather strap, could be a doubled-up leather belt. He usually has me bent over for that. "And butt 'neked," added Sue helpfully, "from what I've seen."

"Yeah," confirmed David, "I make it extra memorable by having her strip for a strapping."

"Oh my!" said Mom.

"David!" I complained.

David then made me stand up and turn around so my butt was facing them. He showed them the prime areas where I get spanked: lower butt cheeks and upper thighs. He demonstrated with a few hand swats across the seat of my jeans.

"Spread your legs a bit," he told me. I did so. He gave me a couple of smacks to the insides of my thighs. "Very sensitive in here on the bare skin. I give it to her there if she kicks around too much, or otherwise makes a fuss. Especially with the paddle."

Oh my gosh! Doesn't he realize that the only way you can get in there with a paddle is with your legs spread wide!?!

David had really gotten into the spirit of it and explained it all quite exuberantly!

"I can tell you enjoy this," said Mom to David.

"Oh I do. I definitely do. Now, if you're using the belt, just make sure the end of it is aimed for a butt cheek, rather than having it wrap around to her hip. Bend over a bit, Julie."

Oh my! I put my hands down on the sofa seat I was sitting on. David whipped off his belt and doubled it up. He showed where to aim it. Then he took a couple of swings.

I said, "Ow! Ow!"

"That seems intense," said Mom.

"She can take it, can't you Julie?"

"Yes Sir," I said, as he put his belt back on and let me sit back down a bit flushed.

"As I said, your father and I, and Sue it seems like, are fine if you wish to give her a spanking like that when you're over here."

"Like that"? Stripped??? No, she must have meant just harder. Right?

"Thank you so much," said David. "It actually means a lot to Julie that you're accepting of this part of her."

"Of course we are, and, as has been said before, it's a bit of sexy fun to see our all grown-up daughter given a spanking from her husband!"

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy, thank you Sue," I told them all.

"Thank your husband," said Mom.

I turned to David and gave him a big hug and a kiss and said, "and extra-specially thank you, hubby!"

Mom went on, "you also asked about your father spanking you..."

"Uh huh," I admitted.

"We discussed it," she went on, "and it appears you've already gotten yourself a little spanking from your father."

"What?!?" said Sue, very surprised.

Uh oh. Was I back in the doghouse again?

"From what I understand," said Mom to Sue, "your sister quickly bared her own butt and then threw herself across your father's lap."

"She was pretty quick!" laughed Dad, "Nothing to do but give her a few whacks and send her on her way. They weren't very hard ones!"

"What a little minx!" said Sue.

"I understand you know about this, David?" asked my Mom.

"Yes," said David curtly. "After the fact. I was quite angry with her for not getting permission first, from any of us, and I gave her a pretty hard spanking with the hairbrush just before coming here a couple of weeks ago. She was sitting on a very sore tush during dinner."

"Well that's all well and good," Mom said, "but I think your father and I are the most aggrieved parties in this, wouldn't you say?"

"I would," said David.

Oh boy. I was gettin' spanked! By my Mom and Dad!

And then Mom turned to me and with a little smile, not angrily, said, "so next Sunday, after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described."

Mom said it with a smile and a virtual wink, but OMG!!!!!!

On the way out we all said our goodbyes. When my Dad said "I'll see you next week," it had a certain extra meaning!

So now that's 'gonna be a thing...