wife's cosmetic sales lady arrives at the house. He walks through
the living room with a cigarette. "GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT, you
know I don't like smoking in the house, how many times have I told
you?" his wife complains. He blushes as he sees the cosmetic lady.
He reluctantly puts out the cigarette and goes to the kitchen to get
coffee. He hears them chatting about cosmetics. Then he hears the
"Have you ever considered a good
old fashioned SPANKING to straighten him out? I also sell Fuller
Brushes….I have some items that are not on the Fuller Brush web-site
or catalog. Actually we sell these 'offline' because we know
'MODERN' women are looking for old- fashioned hairbrushes to
discipline their husbands with. Out of the corner of his eye he sees
the cosmetic lady take the world's nicest hairbrush out of her sales
bag…solid Oak…pure boar bristles. "It is EXPENSIVE……….but a classic.
Do you want me to DEMONSRATE it on him? There is NOTHING like an old
fashioned FULLER BRUSH for a 'good' SPANKING and nothing better than
a spanking to bring an unruly husband in line. "
He remembers the spankings from
his aunt and looking in the mirror afterwards - with white spots in
the middle of each cheek. He remembers the several paddlings in
school. He remembers the few times his wife whipped him when they
were dating and their early marriage. For some reason it has been
years since she exercised the ultimate demonstration of authority!
"Sure, you are welcome to
demonstrate" his wife replies. Over his shoulder he sees them move a
side chair out to the middle of the floor. He is told, 'o.k, get
over here'. He turns around, blushing, clad only in a t-shirt and
BVDs. He stands meekly in front of the two women. "OK, surely you
know what to do…get across my lap". He complies as he leans across,
facing the floor. "Uhh,,you know this is most effective if done 'on
the bare', uhh, do you mind if I lower his shorts?" "Sure, why not,
I am sure you aren't going to see anything you haven't seen before!"
as they giggle. She pulls the pants down discretely.
"The next issue in giving a really
good 'hairbrushing' is that the licks, in addition to being HARD,
must be delivered 'fast and furious' after about 4 to 6 'warm-ups".
SMACK SMACK,,,,SMACK SMACK. He is already squirming, uttering a
muffled 'ouch' after the last one. "Then take a deep breath and
start spanking as hard and as fast as you can,,,remember to draw
back as far as you can and continue until you need to take a
breath." She wraps her strong leg around his and there for a few
moments nothing happens….he stares at the red high heels…THEN -
WHACK WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK
POP SMACK POP WHACK, each lick making a different sound depending on
where the heavy hairbrush lands as she thoroughly covers every
square inch of his little firm tender bottom - POP WHACK POP SMACK
POP WHACK, he whinces, squirms, tries vainly to kick with her strong
long leg locked around his ankles….he instinctively tries to reach
back with his right hand as he balances himself with his left hand
on the floor….she grabs his wrist and pulls it to the small of his
back, BE STILL! POP WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK. Biting his lip, eyes
shut against rapidly developing tears,,,squirming, trying to slide
off and away from the unrelenting staccato rain of licks…..finally
he can't hold it back….'PLEASE, STOP THAT'S ENOUGH!' he pleas. "BE
QUIET AND BE STILL!" POP WHACK POP SMACK POP POP….POP POP POP POP
the last four alternatively find the center of each cheek and he
feels her body relax as she takes a break.
"NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME YOUNG MAN,
YOU DON'T ASK ME TO STOP AND I AM TELLING YOU BE STILL!" It is
implicit it isn't over. "THERE ARE TWO PURPOSES TO A SPANKING! ONE,
IS PUNISHMENT, THE OTHER IS TO TEACH SELF-DISCIPLINE! YOU WILL TAKE
THIS SPANKING LIKE A MAN AND YOU WILL LEARN SOME RESPECT! YOU WILL
OBEY THE RULES"
He feels her leg lock tighten and
she squeezes his wrist as she firmly pushes his hand into the small
of his back and POP WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK POP WHACK POP SMACK
POP WHACK. She rests momentarily…he starts to plead…. 'I SAID BE
QUIET. POP WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK POP WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK
POP POP POP POP POP again 'dead center' and much harder and faster,
he is so embarrassed!
"NOW, before we finish, do you
have anything to say?" 'LIKE WHAT', he replies sarcastically? "LIKE
MAYBE AN APOLOGY AND A PROMISE TO NOT DO IT AGAIN? AND DON'T USE
THAT TONE OF VOICE!"
'O.K.,,,sniffle, I am
sorry,,,,sniffle, I won't do it again'.
"WHAT ABOUT AN APOLOGY?" I am
"WHY?" 'Because it is
disrespectful to disobey.'
"GOOD, NOW,,,," she turns and
asks,,, "DO YOU WANT TO FINISH HIM UP AND PRACTICE?" asks the Brush
"SURE" replies his wife.
The Brush Lady stands him up hands
as they change places. GET OVER HER LAP, NOW! He complies….
"YOU MUST DO IT! THE SPOTS WILL GO
AWAY, BUT THE IMPRESSION YOU LEAVE WILL LAST A LIFETIME, AND, THE
MARKS WILL SERVE AS A REMINDER TO HIM. I GAURANTEE YOU HE WILL LOOK
IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNING FOR ABOUT A WEEK!"
"O.K. I WILL TRY." The brush lady
hands over the brush. "NOW, REMEMBER 'WAY BACK' ON EACH STROKE AND
KEEP THEM GOING FAST AND FURIOUS UNTIL YOU HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK."
She begins…. POP WHACK POP SMACK
POP WHACK The Brush Lady coaches,,, HARDER WHACK POP WHACK BACK
FURTHER POP WHACK POP POP FASTER POP WHACK POP SMACK POP WHACK.
"OK, THAT WAS PRETTY GOOD. IF HE
WERE 'MINE' I WOULD PROBABLY GIVE HIM ANOTHER "SET" BUT IF YOU THINK
HE HAS HAD ENOUGH YOU CAN QUIT - IT'S UP TO YOU….."
She deliberates as he rubs his
bottom….he is SO embarrassed. He dares not resist…
"He volunteers: I am sorry, I
won't do it again, Ma'am."
She rubs the cold hard wood around
on his burning bottom…..he flinches….
"OK, I THINK HE HAS HAD ENOUGH".
She has established new-found
authority. "GO STAND IN THE CORNER!"
"SO, I ASSUME YOU WANT TO BUY ONE
OF THE BRUSHES?" "YES" replies his wife.
The 'Brush Lady' goes to her car
and brings back a new brush in a muslin bag. "THEY HAVE CHANGED THE
FINISH ON THESE, YOU WILL FIND THE NEW HIGH GLOSS VARNISH WILL STING
EVEN WORSE, ESPECIALLY ON A WET BOTTOM. THESE ARE EXPENSIVE AT $36
EACH, BUT THEY WILL LAST A LIFETIME!"
The money changes hands. The
Fuller Brush Lady leaves. His wife comes to the corner, playfully
rubs his bottom, gives him a hug and a kiss…….and walks away with
her new brush - AND new respect.