My parents-in-law were due to arrive later that day for their annual visit, and the tension in the house was palpable. For me, it was a mixture of apprehension, worry, and sexual awareness that was tying my stomach in knots.
My wife, Debbie, on the other hand, had been in a light-hearted, buoyant mood all morning, patting me on the bottom whenever she was close to me.
“Not long now, lover-boy,” she teased with a mischievous grin on her face.
I grunted in reply. The jury was very definitely still out on whether I was looking forward to the visit or not. And Debbie’s excitement didn’t help the churning sensation in my belly.
I couldn’t argue that the miraculous improvement in our sex life was, in large part, down to the behaviour of my in-laws. During the last few months, Debbie had developed an insatiable sexual appetite, demanding to be fucked at least three or four times a week. And when my cock wasn’t satisfying her needy pussy, Debbie found other arousing ways to assuage her hunger. She had taken active charge of our lovemaking, asserting herself in the bedroom in a manner to which I was not accustomed — but that I admittedly loved. She would command my tongue to pleasure her. She even started to enjoy sucking on my cock again, teasing me until I filled her welcoming mouth — something I’d given up on wishing for years ago.
So, what had set all this off? I hear you ask. What had been the catalyst that led to this remarkable turn of events?
To cut a long story short, a couple of months ago, my father-in-law had given me a bare-bottom spanking in front of his wife as a belated punishment for clumsily breaking some of her best crockery. The irony of this was that it had been my idea, not theirs. I had written a letter to Rebecca, my lovely, and very upset mother-in-law, more or less imploring her to give me the good hiding she said she thought I deserved, as I thought it would make her feel much better, and would have the added benefit of clearing the air between us.
Not to mention that I had always had a secret desire to be spanked by my very attractive mother-in-law.
To my astonishment and mortification, after initially turning me down, I had been taken up on the offer several weeks later whilst we were all staying at my brother-in-law’s for a family gathering. Mortification, because it had been David, her husband, who’d actually spanked me. That hadn’t been in the plan at all! I had thought to myself. The real kicker was that, after I had received my punishment, there had been a strong suggestion that I should give my father-in-law carte blanche to punish me as he saw fit if, and when I misbehaved in the future. Rather foolishly, perhaps, I had agreed to the proposal. The original letter – which I had given to my mother-in-law as an IOU – had been kept by my father-in-law as a guarantee against future behaviour.
My thoughts were still very mixed up about that possibility. The spanking had been both painful and humiliating. On the other hand, whenever I reflected on the experience – which was often – my cock quickly hardened as I imagined my father-in-law spanking me in front of his wife again.
Why was that? I wondered.
And then there was the totally unexpected benefit. When I told my wife what had happened - when she got past her initial incredulity - she became so turned on by the thought of me having my bare bottom spanked by an authoritative figure that she had turned into an out-and-out sex demon, ravishing me at the slightest provocation.
My wife’s response had been a revelation. Whilst she hadn’t been there for my actual punishment, when she learnt about my spanking, it had galvanised both her libido and our somewhat lacklustre sex life, taking it to hitherto unknown heights.
My own enthusiasm was somewhat tempered when I recollected how much it had hurt – not to mention the embarrassment and shame of submitting to David.
It turned you on too, don’t forget…
Well, yes. All in all, the startling dividends seemed to outweigh the downsides of a sore bottom and acceptance of my father-in-law as the alpha male in the family. I’d always resented his slightly bullish attitude, but now… Well, the way our sex life had transformed, I thought, maybe submitting to a spanking from him was worth the price, even if it was painful and somewhat humiliating.
Debbie kissed me, her teasing lips lingering on my own.
“Mum and Dad have just texted – they will be here in a couple of hours, Mark!” she smirked. “I’m soooo looking forward to seeing you spanked.”
I grimaced in response, still doubtful about the whole idea.
“You know, it might not actually happen…” I suggested hopefully.
“You should be so lucky,” chuckled my wife. She gave me another playful smack on my bottom as she walked past me.
And so, a couple of hours later, we duly welcomed David and Rebecca into our home. Thankfully, there was none of the awkwardness that I was expecting, and no mention of spanking, punishment or letters, which was a huge relief!
Or was it? If that was the case, then why did I feel disappointed?
ooOoo
The first three days of the week’s visit flew by surprisingly well and without incident, which was — to be honest — unexpected. Surprising because David was quite naturally a forceful and domineering character, and often managed to get my back up with his snide remarks and criticisms. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. My wife’s emotions were more obvious; I sensed distinct frustration.
Yet my undecided relief turned out to be somewhat premature. Unfortunately, at breakfast on the fourth morning, I finally snapped at something exasperating that David said — I don’t even remember what now, which is ironic given the consequences.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, David, give it a rest!” I shouted.
I realised immediately that I’d overstepped the mark, and this was confirmed by the lengthy silence that followed. I recognised I might be in real trouble. Neither David nor Rebecca liked or condoned swearing.
David was glaring at me, his lips pressed together in clear disapproval. Rebecca, however, was much calmer.
“Mark, dear – I think you just stepped over the line — wouldn’t you agree?” she said matter-of-factly.
“I, uh… I’m really sorry, Rebecca. I didn’t mean to be — um, rude…” I stammered lamely.
“Yes, dear. I can see that you are sorry. You do remember, however, how we dealt with you being sorry last time, and how we agreed to deal with it in the future?”
I looked down, blushing furiously.
“Yes, Rebecca. I remember,” I whispered, shame washing over me at the memory.
I swallowed and looked at my wife. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were shining with excitement. It looked like she might be getting her wish after all.
Catching my look, Rebecca glanced at her daughter; I could see her wondering.
Debbie gathered herself and smiled brightly. “It’s okay, Mum. Mark told me about the letter and, er, what happened at my brother’s house.” She reddened in a confused mixture of embarrassment and excitement. After a short pause, she cleared her throat and continued. “I think you should know that you’ve got my full support if you think he should be, um, you know — spanked.” She said the last word sotto voce, almost as if she were worried about somebody else hearing her.
Debbie then turned to me. “You have to admit, you were rather rude, Mark.”
It was my turn to gape. I couldn’t get over how much she was encouraging her parents. She used to defend me, but now, ever since I’d told her about being bent over her father’s knee, she had definitely changed her attitude.
Rebecca smiled warmly at her daughter. “Oh, I’m so pleased, Deborah dear! It makes it so much simpler, doesn’t it? Mark dear, you know we still have your IOU. Your outburst does suggest a punishment is in order and that another spanking from my husband would be appropriate, don’t you think?”
She said it so matter-of-factly; almost sweetly. Yet there was a determination — a distinct steeliness I sensed, behind my mother-in-law’s quiet words.
“It certainly does! You know I don’t approve of swearing — or backchat!” David added curtly.
My mother-in-law was looking at me with such sadness and compassion. It was as though she was on my side. It was what made her so hard to resist.
“Y — Yes, Rebecca. I – I’m sorry, David.”
“Debbie, darling, I appreciate your support, and I fully understand if you don’t want to see this. Your husband made an agreement with your Dad and I — a promise, if you like, and it’s so good that he’s willing to accept the consequences of his actions.”
“That’s alright, Mum — and I agree — I think it’s a really good idea. And he definitely deserves to be punished. Only – only, I think perhaps I ought to watch. After all, he’s my husband and — and maybe I will learn something from it.”
Rebecca looked at her daughter with approval. My mother-in-law had certainly moved on from thinking I was too old to be spanked as she had responded when I first suggested the idea all those months ago!
“I thought you might have learnt your lesson, Mark,” said David. “But clearly, I was wrong. A good hiding is definitely in order, and it needs to be driven home this time. I think it’s an appropriate time to introduce you to my wife’s hairbrush.”
“Oooh, that’s a good idea, Dad,” Debbie piped up. “It’s a very traditional and suitable punishment, isn’t it? And he really does swear far too much — I’m really pleased he wrote that letter to you, Mum, and I think it’s really helpful that you’re here to do what needs to be done, Dad. I don’t think he’d let me spank him, even if he deserved it,” she finished — almost wistfully, I thought.
I glanced at my wife with raised eyebrows and she smiled at me innocently. Wasn’t she overdoing it a bit? Though I’d almost been expecting something like this from her, I didn’t think she’d agree with her parents quite so enthusiastically. I could feel the family dynamics changing with each twist and turn of this unexpected conversation. Even the relationship between my wife and I seemed to be evolving at a furious pace.
“Oh, my dear,” said Rebecca. “I’m sure that’s not true. Or it shouldn’t be. After all, Mark actually asked me to give him his spanking in the first place. I’m sure you could come to some suitable arrangement that works for you.”
Unbelievable! And yet I found my cock subconsciously responding to Rebecca’s words. Would my wife really want to spank me in the future?
“But for now, it’s David’s responsibility to punish him, so I think we should get on with it.”
She turned to me and continued in a very business-like manner.
“Shall we do it now, then? Mark, why don’t you finish clearing the plates whilst we make a suitable space?”
“I’ll go and get your brush, mum,” said Debbie with alacrity. “It’s in your room, isn’t it?”
With resignation, I did as I was told. When I’d finished loading the dishwasher I returned to the dining room to find a good-sized space had been created. One of our dining room chairs sat ominously in the middle of the room.
“You’d better remove your trousers and pants, Mark — you know the drill,” Rebecca suggested. “Come on, don’t be shy! It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”
I glanced at David as he sat on the chair. David didn’t need to say a word. One look from him and with my face colouring up, I removed my trousers and undies as instructed.
Despite her words, I was still somewhat mortified as I exposed myself to Rebecca. Yes, she’d seen me undressed like this before, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating and as I bent over David’s knee, I knew everyone had an unrestricted view of my forlorn penis and testicles dangling incongruously between my legs.
So many thoughts flashed through my mind as I settled myself in the appropriate position. I felt incredibly vulnerable, bent naked over David’s knee whilst two beautiful women witnessed my unforced submission to a man I didn’t particularly like. Shivering with anticipation, my exposed bottom tensed with the anticipation of the spanking it was about to receive.
I knew that Debbie now thought of her father as the alpha male in the family. How could she not, when I was submitting to his authority, allowing him to punish me like a disobedient child without complaint whilst they looked on?
Unlike the last time, I hadn’t asked to be punished by my in-laws. But a precedent had been set, and I was being disciplined because I’d been judged wanting. And more importantly, I had given my consent in that damned IOU!
