I had just finished spanking my husband. Yet again. He was crying and apologising profusely. I hugged him, rubbing his back, calming him down.

"I'm sorry Jenny" he cried. I knew he meant it. He always did after I had spanked him.

"Well you should have thought more in the first place Dave. Then I wouldn't have to put you across my knee so often" I said firmly, patting his warm bottom, still hugging him.

"I know" he whimpered.  "I'll try harder."

"Yes you better had because otherwise I'll be spanking you again soon, won't I?" I replied sternly.

"Yes" came the wet reply.

I loved him though.  I wouldn't be so strict if I didn't care and certainly wouldn't be prepared to spend my time disciplining him to try to teach him to be better behaved. No way.

Once Dave had calmed down I told him to get dressed. He came over and gave me a kiss as he always did, subdued, with his red eyes, puffy face, but no resentment.

"Friends?" he asked.

I patted his bottom and said "Of course we are darling. What a sorry sight you are. Still, one day you will learn, although you haven't learnt much since I started to spank you?"  I laughed.

How it has changed for me though. Brilliantly.

I was 22 years old the first time I spanked Dave, and he was 24.  12 years ago now.

We had recently got married. The early months took quite some adjustment. I was used to looking after myself, but looking after Dave was something much more tiring. Whilst I did all the cleaning he did all the messing up. I wasn't happy about that. It was grating with me.

He was so childish with it and sometimes even rude to me. On one occasion he was just so offensive that I gave him a slap on his bottom and told him off.  He looked at me, a sneer on his face, like a teenager, said sorry and walked off.  I was despairing. Would it ever get better?

The next day he was messing about in the lounge, trying to balance a ball.  Things got out of hand as he was jumping around like an idiot.  I went in and told him to stop before he did some damage. Next thing I knew he tripped, crashed in to me, I fell over, and he landed on top of me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I screamed.

It really hurt me.  I got up slowly and sat on the chair.  I was really cross.  I don't know where it came from, but I shouted "Come over here now".

"Why should I?" he barked, eyeing me carefully but with a nervous laugh.

"Because I said so, that's why" I replied abruptly. I thought how he looked just like my younger brother when he was being told off by our Mother. He would be testing her, to see how far he could push her. She never went any further than telling him off though, and soon he got completely out of control, making her life, and mine, a misery. I did not want that to happen now.

I said again, tersely, "come over here now. I am going to spank you.. Act like a child and be treated like one." I just knew this was our last chance. Either he had to change or there was no future for us.

Dave looked at me for a moment, and the sneer went, replaced by open eyes, an almost scared look, and asked "You're not really going to spank me Jenny?"

"Yes I am" I said smartly.  "Now come over here before I get really angry".

Dave came slowly over, unsure, and stood next to me, looking dismayed. I was in over drive though.  I took down his trousers and pants and pulled him over my knee.  He did not resist at all and lay there, not moving, his arms on the floor in front of him.  I decided just to lay straight in to him. Scolding will come later.

So I gave him spank after spank on his bare bottom, turning his bare bouncing bottom cheeks first pink and then a deeper red. I just thrashed him as hard as I could, almost blind with rage, but after about 5 minutes I had calmed down.  I was thinking I should not be doing this.  I am his wife and not his mother.  I rubbed my hand around his bottom while I was thinking, giving the occasional few smacks just to make sure he did not try to get up.

Then I decided what the heck? He deserved to be disciplined because he really did hurt me, and, here he was, across my lap and taking his punishment.  I decided to continue. If he doesn't like it we will be splitting up anyway.

He still lay there, now grunting each time I hit him.  I was beginning to relish disciplining my brat of a husband. I was very calm now, focussed on turning his bottom as deep a shade of red as I could, his smooth flesh bouncing as my flat hand smacked home and he grunted and groaned and moaned and eventually started to sob.

"Am I getting through to you Dave?"

A very wet "yes" was his answer. Well, that encouraged me. He was accepting his punishment so I kept spanking him until his bottom was bright red.

Dave was crying freely, a grown man being thrashed by his young wife. The tears flowing down his face told me he was suffering, and maybe I had got through to him.  I gave him a dozen more even harder spanks before stopping.  I let him get up, and he threw his arms around my neck, hugged me, and said he was sorry.  I hugged him back until he had calmed down and he promised to be more adult in future.

I was pleasantly surprised when Dave was much better behaved afterwards. He helped around the house, and his silly antics stopped. For a while anyway.

It was about a week later when it changed again.  He had a friend over to watch some football match on TV. I was shattered from a particularly trying day. I was resting but the two men kept shouting in the TV room. I went downstairs and told them three times to be quieter, but without success.  Finally I went downstairs again and told Dave's friend it was time for him to go home.  I got a funny look, but the game had finished anyway so he said his goodbyes and left.

I went back upstairs and when I heard the front door close I called Dave to the bedroom.  He walked in smiling, looking across at me, sitting on my dressing table chair.  "You look real sexy Jenny, let's go to bed darling" he said cool as brass.  I knew this was his way of testing me.  I decided I had to make a stand.  If one spanking was not enough then he had better have another one.

"No" I answered, "I am going to spank you.  Come over here now."

He looked shocked. "That's not fair" he bleated. Not very forcefully though, almost as though he was saying it for the sake of it, just because he felt he had to, but knew he had overstepped the mark and was about to pay the penalty.

Dave looked at me.  He shuffled his feet, looking at the floor, which I knew he always did when he was trying to argue himself out of a difficult position.

"Not fair. Really?" I snapped.  "Who was being noisy then? Not me that's for sure. I asked you three times to be quiet and you didn't listen, did you?"

"No" he whined.

"So, come over here and be taught a lesson."

He looked crest fallen, but shuffled over and stood next to me. I decided that I would again take down his trousers and pants myself and then held his arm and guided him across my lap.  He nudged around a bit, and then lay still, with his hands resting on the floor and his legs just off the floor on the other side.  He was ready.

I rubbed his bottom a few times, and he tensed.  Then I raised my hand and brought the palm down hard across the centre of his bottom.  He moaned as the spanks rained down on him, but I didn't relent. I knew he deserved it.

The tears flowed after a while but I kept spanking him, knowing the longer I spanked him the more likely he will learn his lesson. I spanked him until his bottom was a rosy red and his face was tear stained. When my hand hurt I grabbed the wooden backed hairbrush I had placed within easy reach and that really made him cry. I knew this hairbrush would become a good friend of mine.

Afterwards he hugged me and kept on apologising, saying how he would try really hard to be good in future. I hugged him back and said how I was sure he would be good if he really tried hard.

At the end I told him to have a wash. I went to the kitchen and after a few minutes he came down. I saw his eyes were still red. I held out my arms and he came over and we hugged. He looked at me and said "I'm really sorry. I know I deserved it."

I smiled at him and said "that's right you did. Still, it's all over now. You have been disciplined and maybe that will be the end of it. It's up to you you know" I added, looking him straight in the eye.

He gave me a look, and sat down, choosing the seat on which I had placed a nice thick cushion. He looked up and smiled. Maybe he understood it was for his own good after all

"I have made you something to eat. Eggs and beans, you're favourite, and there is ice cream with hot chocolate sauce as well."  He thanked me and ate it all, slowly relaxing and chatting away about what we would be doing the next day, almost as though the spanking had never happened.

He did remember the spanking though because afterwards he asked warily "Are we OK Jenny?"

"Yes we are," I said, smiling, but added with a touch of sternness in my voice "but I will not tolerate disobedience Dave. I need you to do what I say the first time. OK?"

"I guess" he answered. He looked up at me, tears welling in his eyes, "Are you going to spank me in future Jenny, it's just you spank so hard you know?"

"Dave, if you are naughty again I will spank you again, and it has to be hard for you to learn.  That's right isn't it?" I replied matter of factly, not sure how he would react.

"OK. I understand I suppose." he said, looking at the floor.. I knew with that answer the balance of power landed right in my lap, literally.

"Good, that's agreed." I snapped. "There is no doubt this is best, and you will be better behaved after a while. Once you get spanked a few times. Then you will learn to obey me the first time" I added testily.

Suddenly I felt great, in control and happier than ever before. I knew this marriage could work with me in charge.

Dave said reluctantly "anyhow, at least I now know that if I make you angry I will get a spanking."  I could feel the petulance in his voice, or was it respect? Either way we both knew that I would be spanking my husband again.

Now, twelve years on he still gets spanked whenever he is naughty and will be for many years to come.