Naked Spanking Stories

Naked Spanking Stories
Because pants proved inconvenient. He has never liked them, and I hadn’t worn them much. But he officially forbade them, and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.
A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house. We were going shopping. My skirt got caught on something, and there was a large, noticeable tear. All she had was, guess what?
And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it. He was working. It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home. Obviously, he saw us.
The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval. He looked so hurt and betrayed. It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.
He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime. I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on. But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep. He told me to stand up.
He sat down, and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it. I started crying. My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely, including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.
But I didn’t care about that. I disobeyed my husband. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well. And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.
He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical. I literally got on my knees, begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again. He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it. “But know that it’s here.” I opened my mouth. He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”
At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt. I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband. He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband. I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.
At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle. But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”? I had no answer.
Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime. But I needed to think about my actions.
I still don’t know why. I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him. I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.
The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt. I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”
I’m not out of the woods yet. But he appreciated it. And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle. It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows. I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it. To be able to do so is beautiful. I forgot that for a minute. It won’t happen again.
Because of which pants proved inconvenient. He has never liked them and I hadn’t worn them much. But he officially forbade them and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.
A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house. We were going shopping. My skirt got caught on something and there was a large, noticeable tear. All she had was, guess what?
And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it. He was working. It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home. Obviously, he saw us.
The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval. He looked so hurt and betrayed. It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.
He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime. I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on. But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep. He told me to stand up.
He sat down and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it. I started crying. My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.
But I didn’t care about that. I disobeyed my husband. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well. And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.
He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical. I literally got on my knees begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again. He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it. “But know that it’s here.” I opened mouth. He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”
At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt. I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband. He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband. I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.
At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle. But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”? I had no answer.
Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime. But I needed to think about my actions.
I still don’t know why. I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him. I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.
The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt. I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”
I’m not out of the woods yet. But he appreciated it. And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle. It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows. I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it. To be able to do so is beautiful. I forgot that for a minute.
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If you read my last story, you know my husband put me in diapers so I wouldn’t wake him getting up at night and punishment, then out and now back in.
If you read my last story, you know my husband put me in diapers so I wouldn’t wake him getting up at night and punishment, then out and now back in.

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I just returned from Blogher . This annual writing conference ,focusing on women's contribution to the web, took place in San Francisco. I had a blast. I adored the panels, networking and the free corporate swag, but the highlight of the trip was hanging out with the girls.
One night we found ourselves surrounded by rum and Diet Coke in an old fashioned dive bar in
, followed by more of the same at Lori's Diner a few blocks down. Chatter about kids led to talk of husbands which led to conversations about boyfriends which ultimately led to smack about sex. And along the subject of smack, one woman, Vy, sputtered, "I LOVE my boyfriend. He is so good to me... soft... and tender. But for God sake, what is wrong with a good smack on the ass?"
She quickly added, "I'm not kidding. I drop hints all the time. I don't know. Is it? Seems the more I chat with women the more diverse answers I get.
Thinking about my own sometimes rowdy, and sometimes tender, sex life, I had to smile at the irony of a spanking. We don't hit our kids, so there would be some serious explaining to do if my son ever walking in on Rex disciplining me across his knees. And, at 6'1, I would feel kind of stupid. "Oh, Rex, slap my butt. But first, can you be a doll and get me a pillow for my legs? They're dragging on the hard wood." (Not * Whether I personally lean toward a good spanking or not you'll never know. *
But I do see Vy's point. There's a time and a place for lovemaking. But there's something hugely sexy when I don't have to think about anything in bed. Like Cher's character in Moonstruck , I want to be swooped up and swung on the bed, against all reasoning and better judgment: Loretta: "Where are you taking me?" Ronny: "To the bed." Loretta: "Oh. Oh God. I don't care about anything. I don't care about anything! Take me to the bed." And he does.
And so does Rex. And a spanking good time is had by all.
* = My mother breathing a sigh of relief, followed by a, "Why did I spend money on four years of Catholic girls high school to have my daughter smack talk about sex on the internet? She soooo deserves a spanking."

In the mid 50s when I was 12, I was spending a rainey Saturday with
abunch of the neighborhood kids playing Monopoly. There were six or
seven of us (4 girls and 3 boys)playing and after landing on somebodys
hotel and being put out of the second game I lost my temper and got
into an argument with my next door neighbor, Sally, that led to my calling
her a bitch and pushing her down. She started crying and my mom came
in
after hearing all the comotion to see what was wrong. Sally told her I
had knocked her down, because I was a poor looser.

Mom quited Sally down and then said she would deal with me, and hearing
this the other kids started to leave, but mom stopped them and told
them
that they should continue playing. Mom then told me to strip to my
underpants because she was going to give me a good spanking. I
protested that she should wait until everybody went home but she told
me
that I had misbehaved in front of my friends so I would be punished in
front of them.

A few minutes later mom returned to the game room with her wooden
hairbrush, and found me standing there in only my underpants. She
pulled out a chair, sat down and turned me over her knee and then she
pulled my underpants off and began to spank me with the hairbrush.
After I had gotten 15 to 20 sound swats with the hairbrush and had
started to cry mom stopped and had me stand up next to her. She then
had Sally take her place and made me bend over her knee while she gave
Sally the hairbrush and told her to continue my spanking. Sally
really
got into the program and gave me about 30 really hard swats before mom
thought that I had received enough.

Mom then made me stand in the corner for 30 minutes with my very red
behind showing, before she returned and gave me a second spanking far
harder than the first one.

We continued to play Monopoly for the rest of the afternoon, but I was
playing in my birthday suit with a very red and sore behind.

For the next week mom had Sally come over after school to give me a
spanking, always on my bare behind.

Recently a co-worker who is divorced was complaining about the
behaviour
of her children, and especially her 11 year old son who seemed to be
talking back most of the time. She knew that my children were all
grown up, so she asked me how I handled my boys at this age. I told
her
that I believed in spanking and that if my boys had done what she had
described, then they would have had their bare behinds blistered.

She asked me if I would come home with her after work to help her teach
her son a lesson, and I told her that I would be happy to help out.

About 4:30 we left work and I followed her home where her
housekeeper/babysitter had the latest tales of misbehaviour. She
called the children into the den to hear their story and the two girls
ages 7 and 9 told how their brother had been teasing them all afternoon.

When her son, Mark, told her that he could do what he wanted and he did
not have to listen to the sitter, his mom blew her stack and introduced
me. After the introductions she informed Mark that I had come home
with her to give him a good sound spanking. Mark was astounded, and
when I grabbed him and pulled him to a kitchen chair he begin to yell
and cuss me out. I shook him soundly and then turned him over my knee
and gave the seat of his pants about six good swats. I then pulled
his
shorts down to his knees and asked his oldest sister to take them off.
As she was removing his shorts I pulled down his underpants and had her
take them also. When his bottom was bared I delivered a very sound and
hard spanking that consisted of 50 swats, which turned his bare behind
a
very bright red and left him crying. When I was finished I made him
stand in the corner for 15 minutes and then I gave him a second
spanking, but this time with a hairbrush of his mom's.

The
combination
of a good sound bare bottom spanking in front of his sisters seemed to
have the desired effect. He stood in the corner for 30 minutes after
the second spanking with his bright red bottom on display, and his
sisters had fun when they invited a few of their friends over to play
and walked them through the den so that they could get a good peek at
Mark.

I left that afternoon with a boy who had learned his lesson and two
young girls who did not want to see me again, especially if they were
in
trouble.

During the next few weeks I made several trips to this lady's house and
each time her son received a serious spanking, even though it was
apparent that his mom was now spanking him and his sisters herself when
the need arised.

Within about two weeks she asked me home and took me to the house of
one
of her neighbors where I spanked this womans two twin 13 year old sons
and her 11 year old daughter. The lady had noticed the change in Mark
and had asked his mom what had brought on the change, and she told her
about my spankings.

I now am called by four different parents (single mothers) in her
neighborhood to spank their junior high aged children when they
misbehave, and this means that I administer about one bare bottom
spanking a week.

When I was 13 I had a girl friend and spent a lot of afternoons after
school at her house. One day she and her mom got into a big
argument
about the amount of time we spent together and during this argument her
little sister brought up the fact that she had caught us kissing in her
bedroom on several occasions. Carol told her mom to quit treating her
like a little girl and that she had the right to do whatever she wanted
in her own room.

Carol’s mom really lost her temper and she grabbed Carol and turned her
over her knee, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and spanked
her
bare behind in front of me and her little 9 year old sister.

When she
was finished, Carol called her a bitch and that got her a second
spanking, but this time with a big wooden spoon. I tried to talk her
mother out of this second spanking, because it didn’t seem fair, but
she just pushed me out of the way.

When she was finished really blistering Carol’s behind with the spoon
she told me that I had no right to try and interfere and in fact that
it was partially my fault that Carol had been spanked at all. In fact
she decided that I deserved a little of the same medicine from the
wooden spoon. Carol’s mom took my pants down, turned me over her
knee
and blistered my bare behind with the wooden spoon and then had me
stand
in the corner next to Carol.

It was embarrassing being spanked in
front of Carol and her little sister, but while we were made to stand
in the corner with our red bare bottoms showing, her little sister brought
5 or 6 of her friends into the house to see the result of the spanking.
While they were watching, Carol’s mom came back into the room and gave
us both another spanking with the wooden spoon in front of all of these
little kids.

Carol and I went together for two years, until we turned 15, and
during
that time her mom would spank our bare behinds whenever she thought we
needed it, no matter who else was in the house at the time. In fact
she spanked my bare behind fairly often, and not always when she was
spanking Carol.

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