by Zebsaid
Carl and Rose Give Sally Her Game Day Spanking
I know just what to do when I want a spanking. My mouth will take care of that for me every time. Its not so much what I say, its how I say it. I have the ability to say something with just the right amount of cockiness and just enough attitude to really get under my husband’s skin. Saturday I wanted a spanking!!! I started when we left for my daughter’s tee ball game Saturday morning. As I got in the car Tom grumbled about how we’re going to be late. “Well make sure you jump right into the first parking space you see within a five block radius so we have a nice long trot to the field” I said, very sweetly “You’re pushing, Sally” was all he said for the moment.
At the field I really didn’t get too much of an opportunity to needle him since he’s a coach, but on the way out I was able to get a few more jabs in. He informed me that we were going to make a stop at the flea market before the next game. We stopped at a curious little store where he picked out this lovely little gem from Mexico. It was a foot long paddle with a tapered handle that said “PEDRO’S PADDLE SOUTH of the BORDER” I kind of gulped when he spotted it. “Aha! what do we have here?”, he said He picked it up and turned it over in his hand, kind of getting a feel for it. The guy behind the table just smiled and said “I think it can take what you have in mind…” then to me he said ” I hope you can missy” I turned crimson with embarrassment!
Back at the next game, I sat on the bleachers by myself contemplating what might happen later on that night. I was having a great time imaging my punishment when my girlfriend Rose and her fiancee Carl came by to watch the game. Before they left, I invited them to dinner and told them to us at the end of the game because we needed to run home for a few minutes to pick up some equipment. As Tom drove us home there was a parking spot right at the other end of our block. I didn’t say anything but I just got out of the car and started walking home.
When we got in front of the house I noticed that there was a open parking spot right in front of our house. Well, that’s when I really started. ” I don’t believe you, you did it again. Look, look at this spot. Right in front of our house. I don’t believe it. You know how that annoys me when you do that. Its a wonder you even parked on the street. Why don’t you just park at the field we’ll walk back. You do this every time. You just do it to aggravate me….” He let me rant and rave all the way up the steps. When we got into the house he slammed the door and locked it. Uh oh, I thought, maybe I went just a bit too far this time. I put my handbag down on the table and started to walk up the steps.
“Oh no you don’t young lady!!! I’ve had it!!! I’ve been listening to that mouth all day and I’ve had enough! You’re going to be a very sorry little lady.” “Nooo, don’t! We can’t, we promised Rose and Carl we’d meet them on the field.” “Oh they’re not going anywhere” he said as he sat on the sofa. He yanked my pants down before I could gasp. We have a large mirror in the living room and I glanced in it as he snapped my panties down to my knees and pulled me over his lap. There I was a 35 year-old woman with her bottom bared and over her husbands lap like a little girl. I clenched and unclenched by cheeks awaiting his hand. Then he grabbed that paddle out of the bag. “No no, please not that!” I cried. “When we get back to the game Im going to tell them why we were late. SMACK!!!! “OOOWW oh you wouldn’t! You wouldn’t do that ” I gasped. “Oh I wouldn’t? We’ll just see if I will.” My worries about whether he would or wouldn’t were temporarily put out of my mind as that damn paddle cracked down on my bare bottom over and over. I watched the rhythmic slapping of the paddle bounce off my cheeks, left, right. I kicked my pants and panties totally off.
After what seemed like an hour he put down the paddle, but held me over his knee. I was crying like a ten year old. “Are you going to be a good girl at the field?” SMACK!!! with his hand. “YESSSS yes, I’ll be good I promise. Please, please don’t spank me anymore.” “You will be a perfect lady when we get there…SMACK… you will sit and watch the game… SMACK… and… “SIT”, I yelled, “how the hell do you expect me to sit on those hard bleachers? OOOWEEEEE! ” I screamed as another barrage of spanks assailed my already
flaming bottom.
“Okay, okay!! I will just please no more it hurts soo much!” “Give me the tiniest little reason and I swear I will tell them how you were over my knee getting your bare bottom spanked like a naughty little girl. I might even show them what happens to you when your bad. Do you want me to do that Sally, spank you in front of Rose and Carl…do you????? SMACK SMACK SMACK. “OOHHH no no no!! I don’t!! please please don’t!!!! Then he stood me up and my hands went right to my blazing bottom “All right then, go upstairs and wash
your face. Unh uh, don’t put your pants back on, I want you to look at how red your bottom is and to remember what will happen if you don’t behave today. Do you understand me?” All I was able to do was nod and sniffle and produce a barely audible “yes sir” as I grabbed my pants and ran up stairs.
When I looked in my mirror, I couldn’t believe how red my bottom was. And there were marks on some spots from the paddle. I could barely pull up my pants. Even the soft silk of my bikini panties was hard to bear. And the elastic on the top and on the high cut legs was cutting into my tender flesh. I pulled them and my black stretch pants back up and I felt the heat still radiating from my bottom even through my pants. I felt totally exposed in just the tight black stretch pants.
As we drove down to the field, I contemplated how far I should take this. Should I do as I was told? Should I defy him?. I don’t know anymore just what he is capable of. Did I really want to find out???? My bottom and crotch were tingling with every movement of the car, god I was so hot. When we got down to the field I saw my girlfriend sitting on the bleachers. Thankfully, there was no one else sitting there on that particular set of bleachers. Carl had gone to get something at the refreshment stand. Rose was sitting at the top of the stands and Tom sat next to her. “Come, sit down!” he said. I shook my head no. “What’s the matter?” Rose said. “Nothing” I answered with a pleading glance to my husband.
“Your girlfriend doesn’t know how to listen” he said as he touched her face with his hand. “God, your hand is burning! Why is your hand so warm?” She turned to look at me just as I was sitting down. I couldn’t help wincing as my bottom made contact with the hard metal. Her eyes were like saucers! I knew that she knew what happened. Then Carl called for Tom to come over to where he was standing. As he jumped off the bleacher he said to me. “Tell your girlfriend why we’re late, tell her what happens to you when you’re bad.” I knew at that moment my face was even redder than my bottom. Tom and I had talked about admitting to others that he spanks me and he knew how excited just talking about it made me, but I just couldn’t believe that he was actually doing it!!
When he had walked away Rose looked at me gasping, “He spanked you, didn’t he????” she asked breathlessly. I nodded “OH MY GOD!! Oh my God Sally, that is sooo hot!!! Oh my God, tell me all about it!!!!” ” I started to tell her a little and then the guys walked back and I stopped. I was too embarrassed to talk about it in front of Carl. Rose was just staring at my husband shaking her head and smiling. She said to him, “Oh God, what a man” He laughed and said that maybe next time he’d let her watch. “Damn,” she said. “We were going to stop by on the way over because I had to go the bathroom, but we stopped at Carl’s instead.”
“God I would have loved to have walked in and seen that!” she continued. “Did you put her over your knee, did you spank her bare???” Carl had no idea what was going on and I just sat there taking all this in and blushing. I couldn’t believe that my husband and my girlfriend were discussing my spanking. She was totally turned on by it. Rose kept looking at me and shaking her head. She didn’t miss an opportunity to tease me about it the rest of the day. She kept asking me if I was sore, or if I needed a pillow. After dinner, she came over to me and patted my sore bottom, “If you dont do a good job washing the dishes, I may ask Tom spank you again,” she said. “better yet, maybe Ill do it.” I know Rose is just dying to see me get my bare bottom spanked. And quite frankly, I think she will!
