It was Friday night and Mr and Mrs Smith were preparing for their weekly ritual of settling all recorded misdemeanors from the house punishment book.
Mr Smith looked down the list. "A very naughty week, dear wife. Backchat, willfulness, stubbornness and a whole lot of forgetfulness. How ever shall I deal with your bottom to compensate for all those displays of a brattish spouse?"
Mrs Smith stepped out of her skirts and pouted at her husband who had rolled up his sleeves and was looking at her with a mixture of admiration and determination for he knew she would try and wriggle and plead her way out of her weekly thrashing. "Not the cane, Sir!" she begged. "Last weeks dozen had me only able to stand for the whole weekend. Something a little less severe would be most appreciated!"
Her husband merely murmured and turned to the coat rack next to the door where a long leather saddle strap hung down menacingly. His favourite for he knew his wife could take a full swing across her broad backside and be able to stand still for the full score. The strap it was!
His wife watched wide eyed as he took the strap and wrapped one end around his fist. He indicated her attire. She gave a pout and bent over to remove her white bloomers before he made her bend over the kitchen table...
Ya know, I've always had a thing or three about women playing with things they're gonna get spanked with. Oooo, the shivery tingles from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Bit like when you're at the local supermarket in the vegetables section and all those women handling the bananas right in front of you as you stand there like a twit trying to open one of those damned little plastic bags...
Those of you who have been regular visitors to YEOWCH over the years know I'm a really big fan of spanking and erotic art in all shapes and sizes. So check out the first in a dedicated series on my main blog where what I used to post here is now being posted over there lol. See my first choice here - Yeowch Spanking Blog.