Out Of Gas

Well since I have been fortunate enough to have been spank free for a while now I thought I would share a story of one of my earlier spankings.  I eluded to it in a previous post and I did get a request to relate the story.

It all started one night when I was going to go out and meet some of my friends.  We were chatting at dinner and my wife made the comment that her car needed gas and that when I left she was going to go out and fill it up.  I thought that since I was going out anyway I could take her car and fill it up for her and save her the trip.

"Are you sure?" she asked,  "I need to leave early in the morning and I have a meeting I can't be late for."

A little insulted by the question I replied back, "No problem there is a gas station I pass on the way.  I will just stop and fill it up there."

"Well OK then, but make sure it gets filled, I won't have time in the morning."

So that was that.  Well it must be obvious to all you readers what happened.  First, when I passed the gas station on the way to my friends house, it was very busy, I guess it was still rush hour, and there were cars lined up waiting to fill up.  I figured by the time I was on my way back it would be later and I would not have to wait too long, so I decided to fill it up on the way back.

Well, I had a good time at my friends house (and no I didn't drink, I am not a big drinker and never drink and drive) and didn't leave too late, but by then I was tired and of course had forgotten about filling up the car.   When I got home my wife was already in bed.  She did mention she was getting up early.  When I woke up the next morning she was already gone.  I went downstairs and found a note on the table reminding me she had to leave early for her meeting and that she would see me when she got home at the regular time.  So I went on with my day never giving a second thought to the fact that her car was low on gas.

Well I came home that night, making it in before her so I changed out of my work clothes and sat down to watch some TV before she came home and then we would cook dinner together.  It was about 20 minutes later when she walked through the door and I could tell by the way she threw her car keys down on the counter she was not happy.  I looked up and she was just staring at me in disbelief.

"Did you gas up my car last night?"  she asked. I could hear the suppressed rage in her voice.

"Oh, I guess I forgot."  I replied as if it were no big deal.

"How could you forget?  It was the last thing we discussed when you left.  Did it even occur to you to think why you were in my car?  I don't understand how you could simply forget."  Her voice was rising now.

I explained how the gas station was busy when I first passed it and then I simply forgot when I was driving back.

"Do you know I ran out of gas on the highway?  I had to call roadside assistance and I was about an hour late for my meeting.  All because you couldn't remember to fill up the car."

She was angry now and I can't say I can blame her, but by the same token, I felt resentful that she put the blame all on me.  I thought we were a team.  After all I offered to fill it up to save her a trip and this is how she thanks me?  I realize now the fatal flaw in my thinking, but at the time it was move mouth before engaging brain.  My fate was sealed when I fired back.

"You know, " I started with a slightly accusatory tone, "if you simply checked the gas before you drove off you would have known the car didn't get filled up.  You could have taken my car and you would have made the meeting.  I then would have filled up your car when I took it to work. So this is just as much your fault as mine."

My argument was perfectly logical of course.  There was contributing negligence on her part.  How could she have simply jumped in and drove off without noticing the gas was low.  Sure I forgot, but give me a break.  She drives off, never checks the gas, runs out of gas on the highway and suddenly it is all my fault that she failed in her responsibility as a driver to check the condition of her car.  In my mind this was just as much her fault as mine and I am sure there are readers who will agree with me.

"What!" she actually yelled at the insolence of my statement.  "How dare you.  I was all set to go out and fill up the car myself.  It was YOUR idea to take it and fill it up.  I asked you are you ABSOLUTELY sure you will fill it up and you said yes.  I reminded you of the importance of filling up the car and you assured me that it would get done.   If I had did this myself, the car would have been filled.  I trusted you to do this at YOUR suggestion and it did not get done.  Now you have the nerve to stand there and tell me it is my fault! How dare you."

Well, so much for my argument.  Boy was she angry.  She turned her back to me and  I heard her taking a few deep breaths.  She then turned back to me a little calmer.

"What am I going to do with you?  When are you going to grow up?"  She then walked out and returned just a few seconds later with the hairbrush.   I cringed the second I saw it.

"No honey, not that  I'm sorry" I begged.

"Why is it you are never sorry until I get the brush?  Are you sorry that you screwed up or are you just sorry that I have to spank you?"

I didn't know how to answer that.  Of course I was sorry I was about to be spanked.  Deep in my mind I still felt she was partially responsible.  Yes I screwed up, but I screwed up trying to do something nice for her.  I didn't think I should have been spanked for that.  I was trembling with fear wanting to make this stop but not sure how.

I heard the order clear as a bell, "pull your pants and underpants down." but I didn't move a muscle.  This was one of the earlier spankings and at this point had not fully accepted my circumstances.

"Can't we resolve this some other way?  How can I make this up to you?"

"You can make this up to me by being obedient and pulling your pants and underwear down." she replied, calm and assertive now, the anger slowly leaving her voice.

"Honey, don't spank me, please don't spank me.  I am sorry, truly I am."  I couldn't believe my own ears.  Here I was a gown man trembling before my wife who stood before me with a hairbrush and I was pleading with her not to spank me.  I still didn't move.  I know a real man would have told her off, laughed, grabbed the brush out of her hand, stormed out, but no I just stood there like a wimp begging her not to spank me.  No wonder she had the confidence to do it.  I didn't have the balls to stop it.

She grew impatient and reached out to the waistband of my jeans and pulled me towards her.  I did reach down and grab her wrists, but she ignored them and simply started unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as I continued to beg her to stop and reconsider.

My pleas fell on deaf ears as she began pulling my jeans down all the way to my ankles and she breaks free of my grip on her hands.  I felt a shiver as the cool air hit my bare legs and a tingle in my backside as my briefs covered bottom became exposed.  As usual, my penis was tight and shriveled barely making a bulge at all in the front of my briefs.  Of course my wife has seen me naked lots of times both soft and shriveled as well as erect, but this was different.  She was not stripping me for sex.  She was going to spank me like a little child.  It just felt too humiliating for me and my penis was going to look extra small when she finally pulled my briefs down.

With my pants at my ankles I was hunched over slightly half trying to retrieve my pants, but it was no use.  Soon her hands were in the waist band of my tighty whites and they were now making the trek towards my jeans.  She stopped just below my knees.  Sure enough there was my little penis barely poking out from my pubic hair.  I hated how I looked when I was like this.  If we were having sex it would have been erect and looking much bigger then the pathetic little stub it looked like now.  She made no comment about it or seem to notice it.  She was all business and immediately began pulling me towards the couch as I hobbled over, my pants restricting my ability to walk properly.  When we got to the couch she had no difficulty in pulling me over her lap and held me tight with her left hand.

She wasted no time in bringing the hairbrush crashing down on my backside.  I yelped in pain and tried to get off her lap.  I did manage to get the lower half of my body off her lap, but I was unable to break the top half free from the strong grip she had on me.  Again the brush came down and I yelped again.  Realizing I was unable to completely break away I began to beg and plead with her to stop.  She delivered a few more hits before taking a moment to grab my legs and pull them back up across her lap and then she quickly brought the brush back down across my backside.  Now this was an earlier spanking so while at this time I did not out and out cry like I have been doing lately, I did yelp and scream with each blow and my eyes did get very watery.  If the spanking had continued just a little longer, it is entirely possible I might have started to out and out cry, but just when I felt like I was on the verge of a totally losing it she finally stopped.

I laid across her lap letting the pain subside and trying to bring myself back from the brink.  When she felt I was finally calm enough she let me get up.  Standing caused a slight increase in the pain and I instinctively moved my hands to rub my bottom before realizing how exposed I felt with my shriveled penis inches from her face.  I reach down to pull my briefs back up but she stopped me for just a moment.

"Do you understand why I had to spank you?"

To be honest, at this point I really was not sure why she had to spank me, but I felt so helpless and vulnerable in front of her like this that I simply nodded yes.

"I sincerely hope that I don't have to spank you again, but I will if I have to.  Now get dressed."

I finished pulling the briefs over my sore bottom before bending down to retrieve the jeans at my ankles and gingerly sliding them carefully over my butt.  I tried to be nonchalant as I ran my hand across my eyes to dry the water that had built up in them during the spanking.  I was reluctant to think of them as tears but I guess that is what they were.

And so ended one of the many spankings I have received from my wife.  Not the first, not the last, but definitely one of the memorable spankings.  It was not until later that night when I was in bed thinking about the events that led up to the spanking that I realized what a jerk I had been.  She was right.  I should have just gassed up the stupid car, but when I failed to do so I certainly should have just said I was sorry and never have attempted to put the blame on her.  I can't help but wonder that if I just said I was sorry and tried to make it up to her if I would have avoided the spanking or was I getting spanked no matter what?  I could still feel the heat in my butt against the cool fabric of my pajamas as I laid there on my stomach feeling embarrassed and humiliated, reliving the scene from earlier that evening, imagining how pathetic I must have looked, pants and briefs down being dragged by my wife, shriveled little penis between my legs.  I shut my eyes at the thoughts and felt them water up once again.  Yes, water up, for certainly these were not tears, but this was not my last spanking and the tears and crying would come at a future date.  For now, I just drifted off to sleep with watery eyes and a warm bottom and hoped this would all be forgotten in the morning.

What About Sarah?

Sorry for the delay in writing up more details as to "Sarah's" last visit, but I got busy and didn't have the time to write all the details out.

So, as I said, Sarah came over for her visit and the evening was uneventful at least as far as any spankings went.

I have been reading back though all the comments both new and old and there seems to be lingering questions for both me and my readers.  Does Sarah already know?  Is a spanking in front of her inevitable?   These questions were burning in my mind all during Sarah's visit and while I was of course focused on keeping my behavior to acceptable standards all night long I kept looking for clues one way or the other. This made for a very uncomfortable evening for me.  I looked for any clues that I could find and I did not see or hear anything that would lead me to believe that Sarah knows my wife spanks me.

It was a tense evening.  My heart was pounding and I was very nervous.  Every time Sarah spoke or looked at me my heart skipped a beat and I felt very small and insignificant in front of her.  I was very aware that should my behavior warrant it I would find my pants and briefs down in front of her.  I was conscience of the small shriveled penis beneath my clothes and trembled at the thought that if my wife felt it was necessary those clothes would come down and my tiny little penis would be exposed to her eyes.  I swallowed hard at the thoughts, but tried to compose myself and behave in a manner that made these nothing more than an irrational nightmare, but that is how I felt all evening.  Feeling my bottom tingle and my stomach church every time I imaged my pants coming down in front of her.  It was a truly miserable evening for me.

In spite of my anxiety, as I think back to that evening I can find no evidence that "she knows".  No hints", clues, or signs.  I never caught her starring at me knowingly.  I never saw her or my wife exchange any glances or other indications that there was a conspiracy brewing.  I played the evening over and over again in my mind and despite my paranoia, it was a perfectly innocent evening where we just so happen to have my wife's friend over.  To a neutral observer, no one would have know that there was an underlying threat of a bare bottom spanking looming over the evening.

Like I said, I re-read all the comments here and decided the other day to ask my wife once again to see how she would react.

"Honey, please tell me.  Does Sarah know you spank me?"

She laughed, "I thought we discussed this.  No, she does not know nor does she suspect that I spank you."

"Would you really have spanked me in front of her if I misbehaved?"

"Well, I am very glad that you were a model host and I have no desire to spank you in front of her, but make no mistake.  I would have pulled your pants down and spanked your bare bottom right in front of her if I had to."

I gulped at the words, looking into her eyes to see if I saw any hint of a bluff, I pushed the issue, "How could you do such a thing?  Aren't you worried she would be too freaked out by it?  Something like that could damage your friendship with her."  My heart was pounding as I pushed the issue.

"Well, I have know her for a long long time.  Yes, she might be surprised, but not shocked.  She would support me in my decision so I would not worry about how she would react."

I was trembling, she seemed so sure of herself so I pressed again, "and she has no idea, she's not waiting patiently for an excuse for you to do this?"

"No," she said pretty firmly now and while she was not getting angry I could hear a shift in her tone to a very firm and deliberate one, "we have gone through this before and it is clear you are having trouble accepting the reality of your situation.  She does not know or suspect.  The other night, you behaved the way I expect a good host to behave.  If you behave that way, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.  She will never know.  But one last time and I want to be absolutely clear about this.  If you act like a selfish little boy when she is here your pants and underpants WILL come down right in front of her and you WILL be spanked till I see tears running down your cheeks.  Am I clear?"

I nodded meekly.

"Are you sure you really understand this?  I don't want you to have any doubts that I will spank you in front of her if I need to."

My eyes started to water up.  I didn't like being treated like a child.  I tried to sound firm, but my voice creaked as I replied, "How can you pull my pants down in front of her?  She would see everything.  Don't you know how embarrassing that would be for me?"

She took a deep breath, "Let me put it this way.  Do you know how embarrassed I am when you act like a child in front of her?  Do you realize how embarrassed I am for you when you behave like a 10 year old?  You don't seem embarrassed by the way you behave, but you should be.  Think about what a selfish spoiled little jerk you look like when you act that way.  If you are not embarrassed about they way you behave then you have no right to be embarrassed if I have to take your pants down in front of 'Sarah' and spank your bare bottom.  Am I clear now?"

I looked at my feet and said, "OK, I get it."  I was ashamed of myself.  She made me feel like such a child.  She was right of course, well partially anyway.  I agreed that I embarrassed her end myself why I acted like a jerk, but still.  She made it clear, but I still have to wonder.  Would she really spank me in front of Sarah if she doesn't already know I get spanked.  I have to take my wife at her word.

I know there is a consensus opinion of my reader that either Sarah knows and that a spanking is inevitable or she doesn't and my wife is bluffing.  For anyone who thinks my wife is bluffing, let me assure you, you do not know my wife.  She is not bluffing.  Does Sarah know and my wife is lying to protect my feeling?  I don't know.  I would like to think my wife would not out and out lie when I asked her a direct question.  Well, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.  Is it possible that Sarah doesn't know and yet my wife is so confident in her friendship that she would pull my pants down in front of her and spank me?  I suppose it is possible, but I for one have no intention of finding out.

I swear, no matter what it takes I will NEVER be spanked in front of Sarah.  So if she knows and is looking forward to seeing me get it, well that's too bad.  Its never going to happen.  I will be on my best behavior if it kills me.

Now I also hope I can put an end to my private spankings and so far so good, but I must admit.  I am a little less confident in my ability to behave all the time.  Only time will tell.

All's Well That Ends Well

Just enough time for a quick note.  My wife's friend was here for dinner last night and all went well.  No problems and no spanking public or private.  I did have some "weird" feelings all night and when I have some time I will share details, but for now I have to get to work.  Just thought I would drop a quick note for those who were just a little curious how things went.

So for those hoping I was going to get a bare bottom spanking in front of her, sorry. For those encouraging me to behave, thanks.  For me, I am relieved.  Details to follow.

P.S.  Also didn't screw up and call her Sarah.

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

Yes, that is right.  This Sunday my wife's friend is coming over for diner.

For those of you who may be hoping that I screw up and get spanked in front of her, I am confident that I will be able to control myself and behave.

Of course, that doesn't mean that my stomach didn't do a back flip when my wife told me.  I can feel a tingling in my backside and my heart begins to race every time I think about her coming over.  I am not sure how I will feel when she is here in person, not sure how I will look at her knowing in the back of my mind that a repeat of my behavior from last time could result in my bottom being bared right in front of her.

Anyway, I have convinced myself that I will be able to behave myself.

I just hope I don't screw up and call her Sarah by mistake.

A Man to Woman Talk

I have been reflecting on "The Talk" my wife and I finally had and re-read all the comments and advice that I received through the months as I struggled with the relationship my wife and I had.

I began to think that perhaps the conversation my wife and I had was not exactly the conversation that was being suggested.  Looking back, I was in a very emotional state, very tearful, crying and sobbing and I probably was not presenting the kind of man I needed to be to have that conversation.  Realizing now that I have some control over the situation in that I can control my behavior I have been feeling better and felt that I was in a much more rational place to have the conversation again.

What I wanted to discuss and the point that I wanted to be firm on was the threat of being spanked in front of my wife's friend (I guess we will continue to call her Sarah).  My wife is my wife and our relationship is by its very nature an intimate relationship.  If she felt that part of that needed to be her spanking me when she felt I acted childish, then I could reluctantly accept that.  What was still on my mind was the remote possibility of that happening in front of Sarah.  It is bad enough I have to put up with the rare bare bottom, pants and underwear down spanking, but the thought of that being revealed to Sarah was still somewhat of a concern for me.  Again, my wife had gotten me comfortable to the idea of wearing briefs, but I still considered them to be "unmanly"  and wasn't comfortable of showing them to other people, let alone Sarah.  Of course, if that wasn't bad enough, I also had to deal with what I still considered my below average penis size, made worse by the fact that when flaccid it was shriveled up to almost nothing.  I also knew that I would most likely be crying at the end of my spanking which would eliminate what little manliness I had left. I really did not want to have to deal with exposing all of these facts to Sarah and even the remote possibility of this happening was still a source of great anxiety.

Today I again brought up the topic with my wife, but instead of being the crying and sobbing mess I was the other night I was much more sure of myself.

"Hon, you know I have still been thinking about you threatening to spank my in front of Sarah.  I understand your point but the more I think about it the more I feel that it isn't right and I think we should take that idea off the table.  If you feel you need to spank me to make your point, then we can do that in private."

Perfect, I though.  that was an assertive, rational argument and I made my point well but still acknowledged and accepted her desire to use spanking as a way to get me to behave better.  I figured she would have no rational response to this and we would end this once and for all.

She looked at me and calmly replied, "You know, while we are on the subject I probably should warn you.  If I were ever to find out that you cheated on me with another woman, I would strip you completely naked, drag you out into the front yard and spank your backside with a belt until you were black and blue.  I would then leave you on the porch naked and crying for the whole neighborhood to see."

The reply shocked me of course and the thought of her actually doing that terrified me, but what bothered me more was the accusation.

"I would never cheat on you and you know that.  Why would you even think I would cheat on you?"

She smiled at me, "I know you would never cheat on me and I would never cheat on you.  But I think I just made my point."

I stared at her and realized what just happened and knew the words that were going to come out of her mouth before she even said them.

"When you sit here and tell me you do not want to be spanked in front of Sarah, you are essentially asking me for permission to be rude and disrespectful in front of her.  You know I would never strip you naked and belt you in the front yard.  You know that would never happen because you know you would never cheat on me.  You are a good man.  So when you sit here and ask me to promise not to spank you in front of Sarah, what you are really asking me for is permission to be rude and disrespectful when she is here.  Is that what you are asking for?"

"Well, no.", I replied.

"So we are right back where we should be.  You should have no reason to be worried about being spanked in front of Sarah.  You should be no more worried about this than being spanked naked in the front yard.   You can behave yourself and I expect you to behave yourself.  I will promise you that I will not trick you into a spanking in front of Sarah.  I will be patient and fair and make sure you get reasonable warnings that a spanking is imminent if you even start to get out of line.", she paused for a second.

"But, again, I want to be absolutely clear about this.  If you behave like you did last time, if you fail to heed warnings and continue to be rude and disrespectful I will pull your pants and underpants down right in front of her and spank you with the hairbrush until you are crying like any other naughty little boy."

I looked down at my feet in shame, so much for my well thought out argument.  Well it was clear.  The only options I had was to behave and remain spank free or fail in this challenge and suffer the consequences.  I nodded my head in acceptance.

"OK then.  Anything else you want to discuss?" , I nodded no.  "OK, then, let's put this out of our minds and try to go about our lives and hopefully your behavior will change and this will all be a memory we can look back and laugh on when we are old and grey."  She looked at me and smiled and then we kissed.

OK, so I really don't like the spankings.  I still have a lot of anxiety about the possibility, even if it is remote, of being spanked in font of Sarah.  Images of me with my pants and briefs around my ankles with Sarah staring at my shriveled penis still invade my thoughts.  While the thoughts of being belted in the front yard naked were scary, I know that it is never going to happen.  I know I will never cheat on my wife.  Still, I screwed up twice when Sarah was here and while I would like to think I can control myself, there is that little voice in my head that tells me old habits die hard.  A spanking in front of Sarah remains a very real possibility even if it is not likely to happen, it is not out of the question.  I really wish my wife would take it off the table, but I really do love this woman and look forward to getting old and grey with her.

Sooner or later the hairbrush and belt will be retired.  I just hope it retires before we do.  And I really hope Sarah never gets to see my tighty whities and little penis while my wife spanks me to tears like a naughty little boy.