SSC   Marriage Just Got Better   Adult

We have been married for 15 years.  Kathy is a lovely
wife.  Attractive. Good company. She is not overly
fond of sex. Maybe that is me? Who knows? Anyway, at
least we are happy together.

She does have a sharp tongue and is quick to snap. 
Just her way, I thought.

I had inner feelings though.  I had a passion.  I had
a desire.  I wanted her to discipline me.  I thought
her an ideal fantasy woman.

The problem was I was too scared to ask her.  I
reckoned that as she was not that fond of sex, she
disliked everything to do with sex.

But, tonight, I had been out to a drinks evening after
work.  I had been talking to the most gorgeous girl. 
On the way home I fantasised that she spanked me to
orgasm. 

I got home, rather tipsy.

Kathy was already in bed.

I had a shower, and got in to bed myself.

Kathy was still asleep.

I cuddled up, putting my hand between her legs. Before
I knew it I had woken her up.  

We kissed.  Passion took hold.  

She was aroused. I was aroused. I thought about the
girl at the pub.  

I turned Kathy on to her stomach.  I was kissing her
back, her thighs, her bottom.

I looked at her bottom.  What a bottom.  I smacked her
bottom.

I froze.

'What the hell are you doing' she screamed.

I came out of my revelry with a start.  What have I
done? What do I say?  Had I really smacked her?

Kathy turned on her back, resting on her elbows,
glaring straight at me.

'Well?' she demanded.

I just said 'I don't know. Sorry.'

'But you smacked me.  Is that it? You enjoy smacking
me?'

That wasn't it at all.  I wanted to be the one being
smacked.

'No' I said.  

'What then?' she said. 'Shall I smack you back?'

What should I say.  Obviously the answer is 'Yes
please as hard as you can.' Normally I would have said
nothing.  Maybe the drink took over. I still don't
know.

'Yes.  That's it.  Please spank me.  Over your knee' I
heard myself saying.

'OK' she said. 

I was in shock. 

She got up and sat on the corner of the bed.  She
tapped her leg.

'Come on then' she said.  She was laughing.  A laugh
that said she was up for it.

I bent across her lap.  

'You do mean a real spanking.  A thrashing in fact?'
she said

I was still drunk.  'As hard as you like.'

She really spanked me. She spanked and spanked and
spanked.  Even after the tears started she kept
spanking.

Eventually she stopped.  She was breathless.  I was
sobbing.

She kissed me, she was aroused, I kissed her, licked
her, she had an orgasm.  Probably the best I had ever
given her.

Afterwards we cuddled up.  

She whispered in my ear 'How did you know I have
always wanted to do that, you naughty boy?'