Love this Pic

 I randomly came across this pic the other day. I find it so evocative!

It's a traditional household. He's a traditional man. A blue collar, hardworking, community man. I'm his wife. He has certain expectations of me, mainly regarding household chores and proper comportment in the community. When I fall short of his expectations, I am punished.

I am punished in a way that reinforces the timeless bond between man and wife: I am given a spanking. A spanking over his knee on my bare bottom. On most occasions he needs nothing more than his hand to drive my lesson home. But he doesn't realize the strength in his own work-hardened hand! Or maybe he does...

It's a childish punishment. It's the sort of punishment children are subjected to. Without regards to their modesty, they're bared, put across the knee, and spanked to tears. Effortlessly. I am always spanked to tears, as if I was a child.

At the same time, it's a womanly punishment. A woman cannot deny the effects on her, the sexual effects on her, of a bare-bottom over-the-knee spanking. When my bare bottom is uncovered, when I am bent over, it's only for one of two reasons: punishment or sexual relations; and in the intensity of emotions and hormonal responses in both cases, those two reasons merge in the female brain. As the spanking intensifies, the blood flows down to that region, and the physical sexual response comes whether I want it to or not.

My vaginal lips will plumpen and moisten. My clitoris will enlarge and push out its hood. My vaginal passage will lubricate freely. My juices will even stain his pant leg. All the while as his palm repeatedly slaps with punishing force into my defenceless rear cheeks, thoroughly reddening them both. I will have laundry to do afterwards.

At first I will receive my punishment stoically, with as much dignity as possible given my situation. For his punishments are not given idly: I invariably know that I've earned it and am genuinely remorseful.

But as his palm continues to make contact, continues to punish my bare bottom, there comes a point where any pretence of stoicism, any pretence of dignity even, flies out the window. I cry out, I struggle, I kick my legs – not deliberately, never deliberately – but I can't help it: my body reacts. I might even reach a hand back to protect my bottom.

It does not phase him in the least. It does not surprise him. It does not anger him. He'll effortlessly pin my arm and I'll feel him clamp me tighter over his lap. If my legs become too wild, he'll either pin them with his leg, or make me straddle his knee.

If pinned, the spanks will now fall relentlessly in that now stretched-out tender area where thigh meets butt, guaranteeing I will not sit comfortably for days.

If made to straddle, that is the worst. First, I will become desperately embarrassed! I know my squishy pussy will be on full, splayed display. The crown of his hard thigh will push directly onto my clitoris. The more I squirm and kick, the more I will involuntarily hump his leg, spiralling me more and more towards an embarrassing sexual release despite the pain. And with my legs splayed, his hard palm will access my most tender, innermost, most private areas.

"Please!" I will beg. "I'm sorry!" I will say. "I'll be a good girl! I'll be a good girl!"

I don't know if there is a formula he applies involving redness of bottom, quantity of tears, desperateness of cries, how frantically my body reacts, what words I use. If there is, I don't know what it is, because he stops when he feels like stopping. He says it's when he feels I've learned my lesson.

After my spanking he'll send me to the corner. Usually thirty minutes or so, nursing a very sore bottom and a very sloppy pussy, neither of which I will be allowed to rub or even touch during cornertime.

Afterwards, there may be sex. I'll be at my most submissive during the lovemaking, eager to perform, or have performed on me, acts which normally I might approach with reluctance or even resistance.

My spankings are no longer strictly private affairs. My family knows I am a spanked wife and they approve of our lifestyle. A recent spanking often becomes a dinner time topic, much like the weather or the sports teams. I am often teased. They don't realize how difficult these spankings can be, or the full effect they can have on me.

Those are the thoughts a random picture evokes.