A short story for the competition:

Margaret was sitting on her chair, with me standing in
front of her, whilst she was continuing her
explanation.

"I was kept awake all night by a silent caller.  Every
30 minutes.  I would just get to sleep, and then the
phone would ring again.  All I got was silence at the
other end.  David was out most of the night, and when
he did get back he was drunk.  He kept giggling and
talking, and it only dawned on me after about an hour
that he knew what had happened.  I have just given him
the most severe thrashing and sent him to bed."

"He told me you spank him quite a lot" I said.

"Yes I do, whenever he deserves it.  He might be my
husband, and he is 24, but he can be a real child
sometimes, and so I discipline him like one."

"I see.  Do you think he likes to be spanked?" I
asked.

"I really don't know.  Would you?"  She looked hard at
me.  I looked at the floor. 

She continued.

"I asked him, why keep me awake all night, what's the
fun in that. He said it was funny at the time.  By now
he was across my knee and I was spanking him as hard
as I could.  I asked him whether he thought it was as
funny now.  He giggled, can you imagine that.  So I
picked up the hairbrush and started smacking him with
that.  He started to sob then."

She was getting herself worked up again.

"And then he said "we".  Not "I" any more. I asked him
who else was involved.  He said no one.  So do you
know what I did?"

"What?" I asked

"I told him to bend over the stool.   I gave him 6
strokes of the cane, then another 6, and told him I
will continue all day until he tells me. After 24
strokes he blurted out your name.  That's why you are
now here."

"Right."

"What do you have to say then?"  Another hard look.

"We had been drinking, and egged each other on."  I
trailed off.

 "Really?  Tell me, as his partner in crime what about
sharing his punishment then?"

"Well, I don't really know..." 

Margaret was now fully wound up, no nights sleep
probably helping.  "Well I do know.  I have seen you
both together.  You've got really close.  Well, I will
punish you now. Then you can decide about your
behaviour in future."

Margaret told me to lower my trousers and pants and
bend across her knee. She thrashed me. It hurt, a lot,
but it was my first ever spanking, and with the pain
was a feeling of great excitement.  

Margaret said in my ear "So Dad, you did want me to
thrash you.  Well, it won't be the last time, I can
tell you."

"Yes please Dear, every time you say I have earned it"
I said, through the lovely pain, as she continued to
thrash me.