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.