David and his wife continued to play as they had with David happy to cede to his “Mistress and Wife” in everything. His stay at his Mother-In-Law’s house had brought home the undoubted benefits of being disciplined, but he would far rather this was done by his wife.
It was some months later, the bank holiday weekend, when they next all met. His wife had teased him a few times, “If you don’t behave I may have to ask Mother to see to you again,” and so on. Thus it was with some trepidation that David arrived with his wife to stay the weekend at Mother-in-law’s.
Immediately David realised that his Mother-in-law had changed her attitude towards him and she had become more domineering, much to his wife’s amusement. It was no longer a case of, “Would you like a coffee, David?” Now it was, “Would you like a coffee daughter dearest?” followed by, “David go and make the coffee for us.”
During that Friday night the conversation turned to David and his behaviour and she mocked him with, “And have you been a good boy since your last visit David?” and other humiliating comments. His Wife said that his behaviour had been better and he had returned from his stay rather embarrassed, but eager to behave.
The Saturday they all went out for a meal, which David paid for and much consumption of wine took place. During the meal David got a bit disrespectful towards his wife. Some of his comments were rude and when they returned home he huffed and tutted several times when told to do things.
It was obvious that his Mother-In-law was not impressed and when they awoke the next morning his wife remarked that he had made a real idiot of himself, and could be in bother as a result. She commented that before bed her mother had said to her, “I will deal with this tomorrow.” Despite a sore head herself, she managed to laugh at David’s expression and said, “Yes my silly drunken husband, I suspect mother will be taking your pants down again today, and I will get to watch!”
Breakfast was late and they all went to the church service and had a late lunch, walking home instead of driving.
Lunch eaten David was told to, “Clear up the dishes then join us in the lounge.”
In the lounge her mother started to berate her daughter about the way she had allowed David to speak at the meal the previous evening and how she felt his attitude needed addressing. “You are letting him off with far too much my dear, and will regret it if you don’t stop him now.”
David arrived with coffee and as they drank, mother started to tell David off for his attitude. He apologised to both ladies.
“Yes apologise you should, and must, but I still intend to send you home with a sore bottom as a reminder. When in my house it is MY RULES,” she emphasised the last phrase. “Since I learnt how my daughter deals with you I have admired her. Alas, she has failed this time, so I shall intervene and sort you out and send you both home on the right tracks. Now, David I want you to go upstairs, put your pj’s on and then wait in my bedroom for us. You can spend some time thinking why you are waiting for us. When I come up I expect an apology and a request to punish you.”
David blushed. With resignation on his face, he left the room, glancing at his smiling wife as he did so. He was soon nervously standing in his night shorts and t-shirt looking at the hairbrush that was laid on the bed.
Downstairs her mother was giving advice to her daughter but also castigating her for allowing her husband so much slack. “You know the way I always dealt with you and your sisters,” she said. “Immediate and harsh spankings, whenever deserved. You also need to ensure David gets that. I am a bit surprised that you have failed to follow my example darling, but today I hope to give you both an idea of where you’ve gone wrong.”
Upstairs, David was nervously contemplating his fate. He had to acknowledge he deserved to be spanked, and also that his life was all the better for being a submissive husband. The humiliation of being spanked by his mother-in-law had some attraction, and he knew he was in for a real hiding. However, his excitement was squashed as he reflected on the severity of his last spanking from her. It had been a thirty minute wait, but now he heard footsteps and was suddenly a very scared naughty boy indeed.
Both wife and mother-in-law trooped in. Mother sat on the bed and called David to her side, “You have something to say and ask, David?”
David was well-rehearsed. With head bowed, he said in an not altogether steady voice, “I am very sorry for my behaviour last night, and I deserve to be spanked.”
“AND…what do you want me to do about that David?” came the impatient voice of his mother-in-law.
“Will you spank me, please?“
“Yes indeed, I am now going to give you the first of two spankings you will get today, David. Perhaps you will learn some manners and respect?” She hooked a thumb in either side of his shorts and pulled them slowly down revealing a very limp cock and then demanded, “Now GET OVER MY KNEE.”
David was soon looking at the carpet as the trepidation set in and the first smack of the brush descended. He yelled and the spanking continued unabated for what seemed an eternity.
“See, this is how you deal with naughty disrespectful husbands my dear. He is learning now.”
David was having a conversation of his own, yelping and crying out, “I’m sorry, honest I will behave” and so forth.
Eventually, he was told to stand. He didn’t know whether to massage his bottom or cover his exposed cock and balls.
“Go and face the wall now,” he was told and as he did so he remembered her words that there were to be two spankings that day. He’d had the first, but there was to be more! How sorry he felt.
The next words were to his wife, “And now darling it is your turn for the brush. It is David’s fault you are being spanked as well. You should have kept on top of him. Had you been harder on him before, this would not be necessary. NOW GET OVER HERE!”
An obviously shocked daughter was taken aback and said, “Mother, no you can’t…I mean it’s not fair, it is David’s fault and he has been spanked, it’s not my fault.”
“My house and my rules, dear! Now get over here or should I let David watch you as well as hear you?”
“No Mother! Surely not with David in the room.”
“We will do this as in years past.”
David did not fully understand. His wife walked nervously towards her mother and stood at her side. She reached forward and as she spoke started to undo the belt on her daughters jeans followed by the noisy zipper. Then the jeans were tugged down leaving her panties as her only protection.
“Now my dear, I am going to spank you very hard, after you have asked me to do so, and you are being spanked because of David’s behaviour and your lack of control over him. I want you to feel every smack and blame David, because believe me you will feel this. Now what have you to say?”
David could hear but only imagine the scene. His cock was growing rock hard. He could never have envisaged what was happening and he wished he could watch it unfold, not just listen.
A quiet nervous voice said, “Mother I am sorry for not dealing with David firmly enough and allowing him to be a brat. I deserve to be spanked. Will you spank me please?”
“Yes my dear I certainly will and remember this is entirely David’s fault. Now get over my knee and we will get this over with.”
A sudden smack and yell broke the silence, and soon the brush was cascading down on the daughter. Yells, screams and apologies were forthcoming. Tears followed.
“Dry your tears now my dear. You needed that. Now get dressed. Remind me, who was at fault, dear?”
“It was that husband of mine!” she said.
“And do you appreciate the need to keep him disciplined now?”
“I certainly do and won’t make the same mistake again, Mother.”
“Well that’s good to hear because you are now going to give David his second spanking and if I don’t think you have been hard enough then your own bottom will get another roasting.”
She eagerly took the brush from her mother and announced, “No fear of that, Mother. David is going to regret this day. David, get over here now!”
“Remember my dear, you’ve got to be cruel to be kind.”
David was pleased it was his wife and not her mother that was giving the second spanking. His happiness was misplaced, however. His shorts had fallen to his ankles and he was proudly erect as he faced the two dominant ladies. They looked at the erection and then at each other. Mother leant over and grabbed a box of tissues. She gave them to her daughter, suggesting, “Perhaps we need to get rid of that?”
A very good impression of an angry wife followed. the box of tissues was thrown at David. “Right, David! Wank yourself off while we watch and laugh at you.”
David was in his element. He was humiliated and submissive. He eagerly started to pump his cock before quickly cumming into a tissue.
“Is he always as quick?” Mother-in-law asked, in an amused tone.
The second he had cum, David decided he did not fancy a further spanking. However,he knew it was not his choice. His Wife sat down on the chair and pulled a towel over her knees. She summoned David, calmly.
“Now David I have just suffered the hardest and most humiliating of all spankings and all because you were a brat last night. You will behave like that again! Once we get home expect your punishments to be harder and more regular. You are going to pay for last night. Now get over my lap!”
Mother-in-law laughed, saying, “Remember dear, you give David what he needs or you’ll get it from me!”
The first crack of the brush on bare flesh followed. David squealed. The brush descended and rose in time with his yells and the punishment continued unabated for several minutes. He was yelling and shouting out. Mother-in-law helped by holding him down and encouraging, “Go on, give the brat what he deserves and remember how your botty feels.”
He started to feel tears welling up. The pain was agony and there seemed to be no stopping his wife. Eventually it was the words of Mother-in-law that ended it. “Right dear I think you have proved the point and should stop. I am proud of you.”
David got up. His eyes were sore with tears and his bottom was burning like mad. He was relieved it was over.
After a few minutes of calm, David was aware of some whispering. His wife suddenly announced, “Mother and I are going out for the afternoon. You will remain as you are, and sit at the table and write your lines.”
He was taken to the table and given the hardest chair to sit on. His wife dictated the line, “I must always be respectful and obedient and know that if I am not I will be spanked again like today.”
“Good line, if a bit short,” her Mother opined.
“And I want that done neatly 300 times today. And for every mistake I will give you five seconds of the brush before your early bedtime tonight.”
They were soon gone. David sat painfully and wrote and wrote all afternoon. It was after 6pm when they returned. David was done with his lines but still sat painfully.
His wife took the lines and handed them to her mother saying, “Mother will you mark these for me please?”
They had a meal at 7.30 which was uncomfortable for David. Afterwards, he was told to clear up.
When he returned his wife had the lines in front of her.
“Well, how do you think you did?”
“I tried ever so hard, but know I had a few mistakes,” David replied.
“Well Mother, how many did you find?”
“I found, despite being generous, some glaring errors and had to mark 11 of these as faults.”
“Good! Now do your maths, David. How long have I to spank you before bed?”
David knew there was no escape and replied “55 seconds Ma’am.”
Both ladies smiled at this. “Now go upstairs and wait in Mother’s bedroom.”
It was a short while later that both ladies appeared and David was summoned over to his wife again. His shorts came down and a bruised and sore bottom was exposed. Nothing was said and he obediently laid himself over the waiting lap of his wife.
Mother-in-law said, “Time starts NOW!” It was a long long painful 55 seconds and tears flowed again. The call of “Time’s up” was very welcome.
It was his wife’s turn to give the orders now, “Right get up David, and take that as a hard lesson learnt. Now, if you want to behave and be treated like a little boy then you will be. Go and brush your teeth and get into bed and I will tuck you in.”
David obeyed without hesitation and his wife came and tucked him in as promised. “Oh my poor darling David, I know you have had a tough day but I got spanked because of you and that will never happen again!”
She turned and showed her own bottom to her husband then slipped a hand under the bedclothes and found his semi-erect penis. It soon became erect in her hands. “We will see what happens when I come to bed David, as I think the day has been rather exciting…don’t you?”
Back downstairs the conversation revolved around David’s chastisement and then the daughter mentioned her own spanking.
“I had forgotten how much of a disciplinarian you were Mother, and also how hard you can use that brush!” Both laughed.
“And have you learnt a lesson today, my dear?”
“Oh I don’t think I ever forgot what I was spanked for Mother, I had just forgotten how better I felt afterwards.”
After another glass of wine, Mother returned to the subject and asked, “What did you mean about how better you felt afterwards?”
“Oh that! Well I always feared a spanking from you, obviously, but afterwards the air was cleared. There were never any bad feelings and to be honest I always felt a better person for it, relaxed kind of, I suppose.”
“So today’s spanking has that had the same effect on you, has it relaxed you?”
“Well strangely, yes. Sore at the time but afterwards, a good while afterwards…well I appreciated why David feels the need to be kept in line by me.”
A short time later Mother broke the silence, “You know my dear perhaps it would do you good now and again to get your bottom spanked, you know to relax you and whatever…”
“Well, I am not letting David do that as that would spoil our play.”
“From what I have heard and seen today, David most certainly must be the one spanked and kept in line. No, I was offering my own help to you.”
“To me Mother…you don’t mean…well you will spank me again?”
“That’s exactly what I am suggesting, my dear. Whenever you visit or I visit you I shall bring my trusted brush and spank you like I have done many times before. No fuss, no complaining, just what you need”
“But David, I can’t have him knowing this.”
“No my dear, it must remain strictly between you and I. David can go to the shops or on some errand while we get on with our business.”
Her daughter embraced her mother. They cuddled, “Oh, thank you Mother for being so understanding.”
“Right my dear. That is settled and we will not discuss this further. Each time you visit, or I visit you, then at some point you will be told to get ready for a spanking. We will do it as we did when you lived here. I shall use the brush and I shall spank you hard. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mother. Thank you.”
In bed that night, husband and wife were wide awake. She touched his sore and burning bottom and, as he winced, she turned her attention to his rock hard member.
“Go down on me!” she whispered. He crawled between her open legs and licked her exceptionally moist pussy. He enjoyed the fact that his wife was so excited after his chastisement. Had he only appreciated the real reason she was so wet, he may have been even more pleased.
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