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Address. Do you like this sample? Learn More or Buy! There was no reason that any letter would be coming to me from Ohio. Not an official—looking one, anyway. But the reason for this letter blared across my mind when I saw it. The toll was only two dollars, but it was a hassle, to say the least. And I am certainly against tolls. All Oregonians like me are against tolls. The gas—tax is supposed to take care of all the ro, not tolls. I had not paid the toll—tickets I received when I was living in Pennsylvania during my recent internship, either.
Nothing had come of them. And so, when I opened the letter and found that Texas had hired a collection agency to collect fifty bucks from me for not paying a two-dollar toll, I was extremely irritated. I realized it was simply too big of a bill to hide from my brand—new husband, James, who took care of all the bills and s. James, the husband that heartily believes in domestic discipline.
James, my Texas hunk who spanking my wife stories cheap as hell and who did not let me forget to pay tolls. And man—oh! I even scoffed at the second notice and put that right on top of the first to collect dust. And then I had a few months of not thinking about either of them.
I went back to painting the kitchen cabinets, which I had been doing all day. I was already tired. Not literally, of course. Cursing had already been spanked out of me for three months by this point. But I was definitely kicking myself. I was too tired to get a spanking, and I was too responsible of a person to have let this happen. Fifty bucks! D in engineering. I had to tell James, for two reasons.
Secondly, if he found out without me telling him, it would only be worse. James has told me that getting caught lying to him would mean a switching, because trust is so important in a relationship. I have never been switched, you see, but I have heard it is quite unpleasant from many different sources.
And James… Well, James is a hard spanker even without a switch. When you hear talk in other stories about husbands having hands of wood, you can rest assured that there really are men like that out there.
I remember when James and I were snuggling during our first few days of courting. He had given me play spankings, and I loved them just as much as I dreamed I would. I get it! After painting, as if I needed extra penance, I started cleaning the windows that stared out into the driveway.
I saw James get dropped off by his best friend, Chris, who waved pleasantly at me before driving away. They had played a round of disc golf after work that day. I liked seeing Chris. He reminded me that there are wives out there like his that need a spanking way more than I do. His wife is one of the biggest brats imaginable, and he was surely spanking my wife stories about her to James, who only had me, who felt like a horrible wife for completely wasting fifty dollars.
I promptly told him about the bill, getting angrier with myself every moment. And then my hopes were dashed. Yeah, right. His paddle does most of the talking, unfortunately. He took my hand to begin leading me toward the bathroom to shower. Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. Chris was staring at us with his face about an inch away from those clean windows. I hid my face in my palm as James grabbed the cellphone for Chris. Then, after he was gone, we went to shower together.
There he tried to ask me about my day. The shower was, and still is, our place of solace. He grinned. It will be something to put on your blog, anyway. James loves being the head of the household, and had always hoped to find a woman who would want that. We had searched for each other our entire lives. I wanted a man to provide me with domestic discipline and gentle guidance. But he had found me. After a couple of weeks of chatting, we started talking on the phone. After a week of that, he bought a plane ticket. Within five weeks of finding each other on the internet, he came up to visit me in Oregon.
I graduated and did my publishing internship in Philadelphia, but then left it all to come to Austin on a good hunch.
I mean, where else can you find a cute guy in good shape, genius—level smart, who loves his mother and family, is a good Christian, sympathetic, gentle, loves animals, and wanted a domestic discipline relationship? So, we lived together chastely to the horror of my parents, who were sure that there was something wrong with him until we were married that November.
He was the least creepy guy imaginable, without a single grotesque bone in his body. Two thousand miles from home had seemed like a short distance to move to for a man like him. Domestic discipline, while it helps with my crippling guilt, is actually quite hard on my poor bottom, which has a very low pain tolerance and bruises easily. I cut her protests short with another set of firm spanks on her quickly reddening bare bottom. Korey was thoroughly embarrassed to be over my knee in the back seat of our car, getting spanked like a naughty girl in a public parking lot.
This was exactly what I was trying to achieve. She was going to learn a lesson this time.
They will see that she gets her bare bottom spanked. Korey and I have been together for almost five years now, and she has been my wonderful wife for the last three and a half of those years. There is only one place where early in our relationship we would frequently irritate one another, and that is when we were in the car together.
In order to make it so that we could get along in the car, I made a few rules. By far the most important rule is that Korey is allowed to touch absolutely nothing related to the actual operation of the car without asking me first. This includes the steering wheel, horn, blinkers, headlights, windshield wipers, and gearshift. She is more than welcome to adjust the radio, AC, and things related to comfort inside the car, of course. This rule is in place because early in our relationship, Korey would occasionally just decide for me that I should honk the horn, and then just reach over and do it.
That was something which I was absolutely not going to tolerate, and I made it clear that unless she wanted to be a very, very sorry young lady, she was going to stop it right away. And she had. Until today. I should admit at this point that I have always had a fantasy of spanking my beautiful but occasionally naughty wife in spanking my wife stories backseat of the car, in a semi—public place.
In fact, this fantasy has almost certainly helped Korey avoid several car—related spankings that she might have otherwise received. Spanking my wife stories is very important to me that I never give Korey a discipline spanking only to fulfill a fantasy of mine, and so I erred on the side of letting her be a brat in the car on a of occasions.
Korey and I were on our way to the park where we like to go walking. We go almost every day, both for exercise, and to have some time to spend with each other away from our work. We pulled up to the last light before the park and waited to turn left. It is an intersection where turning left on the regular green light is not allowed; you have to wait for a green arrow.
There was one car ahead of us, and none behind. Eventually, the green arrow lit up. I started to consider gently honking the horn, but nobody was behind me and I knew I had a few more seconds before the light turned red again. I was initially far more startled than angry. Not startled by the horn, but startled that she would so casually do something that she knows very well is absolutely off limits.
I was so surprised at this that I looked behind me to confirm that there was indeed nobody there, since perhaps she might have thought her decision excusable if by waiting to honk we were keeping a group of other people waiting at the light. There was still nobody behind us, however. Yes, she was definitely going to be a sorry young lady….
She was sleeping peacefully, her head on my shoulder, in the seat next to me on our flight to Santa Fe. I was going to attend an engineering conference and then to interview for a job at a nearby lab, and she was coming along for fun. The conference was at a nice hotel in downtown Santa Fe, and she was looking forward to walking around, visiting some of the shops, and hanging out after the conference in the evenings. One of the perks of her job as a writer and web deer is the ability to travel with me without affecting her work.
We like to travel a lot, short car trips, medium trips, long trips when I have time away from work. I hunt for deals on flights, hotels, rental cars, and everything else, so that we are able to take enjoyable trips frequently while staying within our financial limits. When I find deals, I book them, follow—up and make sure reservations are confirmed. I also figure out who is going to watch our cats and make sure rent and bills and other things are taken care of before we leave.Spanking my wife stories
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