I will tell you all now that I class myself the luckiest man alive because of the wife I have and our spanking relationship. Before I even met my wife, as a child, through my teens and into my early 20's, I used to have great delight spanking girls and then women, upto and including my wife in playful situations. I was in my 40's when one day when the kids were out and my wife and I had some free time together, I asked her to spank me for a change in foreplay. she refused, absolutely no way she said. I tried talking her around but to no avail. For the next 5 years I tried talking her into trying it, and lo and behold she finally consented and I got my first sexy spanking from her, she was shy about it and unsure but eventually she delivered a decent warm spanking. After that we took turns in spanking each other for fun and gradually she got more and more happy with it and that year I turned 50 and she gave me a birthday spanking with no worries and as a suprise to me, turning my bottom red all over istead of the pink she usually stopped at. Then came another phase, whilst I was spanking her now and then and she me, I wanted a good sound spanking with her hairbrush. Again she said no and kept saying no for 2 years, finally she said yes and now the kids had grown up and moved away she made a point one day of going online to the DWC website that I had told her to look at to give her an insight to the kind of spanking I wanted. Well she was amazed that so many couples were into spanking in their relationships and it opened her eyes. Two days later she caught me as I was coming out of the shower and with a wicked little grin told me not to bother getting dressed as she was going to give me the spanking that I THOUGHT I wanted. She called me over to her as she sat on the bed and told me to get over her lap. I did as she told me and she started spanking me with her hand but this time it seemed she was more determined. After about 70 good spanks she laughingly told me that my bottom was a very nice shade of red and it was time for my REAL spanking to begin. Moving me over one knee she locked her leg over the back of my two, then took my hand that was farest away from her, she pulled it up my back. Patting my bottom she said to me, "Now you are ready for a very long hard hairbrushing darling and I'm going to deliver it just like some of those wives on that site you told me about do, you will be very very sore and bruised and sobbing uncontrolably by the time I've finnished, but remember I'm only doing it to you because you say you WANTED TO TRY IT. So be it on your own head darling." Well I can tell you all she must have given me about 500 spanks with that brush and I was begging her to stop about the 200 mark, she just laughed and said "no chance" a proper hairbrushing I kept asking for and that's what I was getting. She carried on with that brush for at least another 200, when I finally collapsed in a sobbing mess over her knee, she laughed once more and carried on for about another 50-100, I don't really know how many I was past caring. After she deliver the final spank she had to help me up and lay me face down on the bed then she got some soothing ointment and gently applied it to my bottom and asked me quietly if the spanking had lived up to my expectations, through my tears and sobs I told her it was a lot more than I bargained for but I thanked her anyway. She said she had to force herself to spank me as long and as hard as she did because nerves had crept in and even the laughing she'd done was false, but she had to carry on in case I thought she would let me down. So that's my story, and over the years since, she has become an expert with hand and definately hairbrush spanking and I've had hundreds of them from her and I still get and enjoy spanking her bottom with hand only for fun which she enjoys. She has never spanked me that long and hard since, but she can and does give me long and hard ones when I want them, and every so often she will give me a little lopsided smile and say "Do you need a long crying session over my knee, you naughty man." And then with a wink she will burst out laughing. |