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There were other positions too, and some bondage as well that I didn’t want to see. But I couldn’t turn away for long knowing who downloaded the pictures and why. As hard as it was for me to believe or accept, my anything but submissive seeming husband had to be getting off on them and the flicks I picked my way through. They were more of the same visual porn to me, and didn’t do a thing to calm me down or clear the confusion, fury and fear that overcame me.

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I didn’t know what to think except for the worst, which was that Justin was a sneaky sissy I could never trust or look at the same again and my previously happy marriage was over. It was awful and I was miserable until the shock wore off and my spirit and strength returned. I didn’t stop loving my husband or want to give up the great marriage and life we were building together!

 

I’d say I was equal parts surprised, amazed and impressed to discover that there were enough husbands like mine with a deep, dark secret they were too ashamed to tell their wives. I had no idea! I also had no notion of the joys and benefits spanking can bring to a marriage if the wife is wise and willing to use it properly as a sexual stimulant or a punishment.

 

I didn’t know if I could be one of them as I read through all of the websites and blogs I found when I started looking.  But I found myself wanting to and thinking I should more and more as I educated myself and watched my secretly submissive mate make the same dumb, thoughtless mistakes I now knew other husband’s like him got spanked for. It took a few weeks, but I eventually gave my husband his first spanking. 

 

I didn’t tell him about my discovery beforehand. I wanted and needed to sort it out first. Then, when I decided that it couldn’t hurt to try spanking Justin at least once, I picked his impending birthday to give me an excuse for thinking of turning him over my knees for the first time. Justin was clueless as usual and desperate to take me up on the tempting offer to give him a birthday spanking I came up with and practiced purring to get the right mix of stern and sexy. He didn’t say so, but I could see it in his eyes, the blush that rose on his face, and the bulge his erection made in his pants a few, short seconds later.

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I was so nervous that I spent the whole day reading and rehearsing. Justin would be home at his usual time and I wanted to have everything ready when I sprang my big surprise. I made him his favorite dinner, got him his favorite cake, and a gift to give him that I was sure would shock him and say things I didn’t want to have to get into before I gave my husband the best and most unexpected present of his life.

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It was one of those cheap wooden paddle ball games with the rubber band and ball. The paddle was too thin and light to spank hard, but I didn’t plan to use it for that. I had a big wooden spoon with Justin’s name on it waiting in between the cushions of the couch I

intended to sit on and spread my mate along for the mutual comfort I’d read it afforded and I wanted us to have that first time.

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Justin likes to shake presents and entertained me with several guesses that couldn’t be and weren’t even close. My husband’s misses frustrated him a little, and were a lot of fun for me. I grew more and more eager and excited to see his reaction as Justin opened the box I’d double-taped shut to make him really work for it.

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I knew he’d be as bewildered as he looked when he saw the toy I’d gotten him, and expected the quizzical look he turned to me. I looked back with a grin on my lips and all the nervous excitement I felt sparkling in my eyes, I’m sure. I couldn’t help it and was suddenly as eager and anxious to spank my husband as the first time for anything unique and thrilling can only be.

 

“It’s a symbol, Justin,” I finally explained after we exchanged a long, interesting look. “I found your buried treasures on our computer. . . . I know.”

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My husband looked a lot like he’d seen a ghost and went white himself. Then he started to blush and didn’t stop until his chest, neck and face were red. I’d never seen Justin blush so much, or look as baffled, bewildered and beside himself as he tried to grasp the enormity of what was going on and come up with something to say besides hum, ah, uh and but.

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My husband is usually an articulate man, but he couldn’t speak or ask the questions I saw burning in his eyes before I decided to. I told Justin that, yes, I was going to take down his pants, turn him over my knees, and give his bare butt the long, hard spanking he’d

earned it by hiding something so important to him from me for so long.

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Justin tried to explain but I cut him off and told him not to bother. I told him about all the reading and research I’d done and said it was time to put it all to use. My husband’s jaw dropped while I got up, walked over to the couch, and sat down in the middle of it. I could feel my husband watching me all the, but he didn’t say a word and turned his head away

from me before I could catch him gawking.

 

I was anxious to get started and called Justin over to me. He wasn’t as anxious to obey me, but he did as slowly as he could and with a weird look of fear, doubt, submission and arousal on his face that was new to me and strangely rewarding. I told Justin to take down his slacks and get across my lap when he reached me, and you’d have thought that this would be the first time I’d seen him undressed by the way he reacted.

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I knew he was excited because his erection was sticking straight out through the fly in his boxers. You can’t get any more obvious than that! I felt strangely excited and even more so as Justin awkwardly climbed onto the couch and across my lap. The fact that he had to squirm around to get his erection to fit in between my spread thighs was a true turn on, and feel of Justin’s stiff penis pressing against me sent a tingling sensation through me that mad me sigh, shiver and clamp my legs around my mate’s mast to keep it and him from getting away. 

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I’d read about that too and how it sexy it could feel, but no description could do the real thing justice. It felt wicked and wild under the bizarre circumstances, and a lot like the night I gave up my virginity to a sweet but unsatisfying teenage boyfriend who had a

problem with premature ejaculations. For a fleeting second, I wondered if I could have cured him with the palm of my hand as I’d also read had been successfully done. But my husband has no such problem, so I turned my attention back to him and began delivering the pre-spanking speech I’d prepared.

 

It was a mixture of me and words I’d read or heard in Justin’s collection. I was pleasantly surprised by how easily it flowed out of me, and even more overjoyed when it worked better than I imagined it could. My prideful, stubborn and slightly sexist mate was more familiar with what I said then me, and practically melted into my lap upon hearing me finally say them.

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I suddenly wanted to make love to my husband with a passion, but I knew I couldn’t yet and consoled myself with reminders of how much better everything I read said our sex would be after I spanked Justin’s ass. His buns looked tighter and rounder sticking up over my thighs, and cuter too clenching and unclenching as his smooth, white, almost hairless cheeks were..The sight captivated me and the palm of my right hand as I satisfied my curiosity.

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I took a deep breath, pinned my husband’s slim hips down as I knew to do from all of my show and tell studies, and raised my hand. I thought I should start with my palm and could get through to Justin with it before I pulled out my spoon. But I didn’t know how hard to spank and was counting on my husband’s reaction to tell me if I was on the right track.

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My first slap landed with a louder than I was ready for CRACK and made my mate’s bun bobble enticingly. It also caused a light pink handprint rise on Justin’s milk-white mound of ass flesh that I found pleasing. However, my husband decided to be difficult and didn’t make a sound or squirm his hips at all as I slapped each of his buns and watched them turn a pretty shade of hot pink.

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I probably would have been perplexed by my husband’s lack of reaction if I didn’t know better. Justin’s buns sported blotchy red spank spots and my palm was starting to sting from the impact of the slaps that made them blush, but he didn’t seem to be feeling a thing or show any signs of suffering that I could see with his head buried in the couch.

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I couldn’t see any grimaces or hear any little groans Justin may or may not have made, and can understand why a wife might give up and in. But, once again, I knew about men trying to be stoic, and how determination could and would break them eventually if you didn’t give up as the big bad and stubborn boy you’re trying to spank may or may not want you to.

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Me? I was just getting started and not about to stop. Spanking Justin was easy and I was having all too much wickedly wild and powerful fun. Feeling my naughty mate’s above-average sized erection throbbing between my thighs was arousing as hell. And, I have to say, I was also enjoying too many feelings of fulfillment from giving the man I love above all something he wanted, needed and hadn’t gotten in the years we’d been together or more as it turned out to be when we talked later.

 

WHACK! I decided to put a little more zing into my swing and the wooden spoon made a louder CRACK than my hand when it bit into and bounced off my husband’s muscular bun. I watched it wobble more than before, and felt better than a proper lady should when Justin’s head shot up and he gasped in surprise and squealed, “YEOWW! W-WH-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

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My naughty husband didn’t know about my hidden wooden spoon and wasn’t expecting it to suddenly show up and show him how much harder and hurtful wood is compared to skin. He twisted his torso to look back at me to see it, and I held it up and out to make sure he did.

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“Surprise!” I snickered and smacked Justin’s ass again. He saw it coming and didn’t gasp or squeal, but I saw him grimacing as he turned his head away from me and carried on with gusto and glee until my stubborn spouse started squirming, squeaking and squawking over every spank.

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As I kept going, I eased into spanking a little faster and a lot slower. I also experimented with spanking one spot and spreading my spoon my spanks around to turn my husband’s bottom a more uniformed scarlet hue. Justin’s reactions became raw, real and very helpful to me. I was paying close attention to everything and enjoying it all. Spanking Justin was easy and my confidence grew as I became more familiar with his reactions and watched them increase in hysteria until he was bucking and kicking over my knees like a bronco with his tail on fire.

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Promises and apologies followed and I was surprised at how pitiful my big bad husband sounded since his penis did not peter out. I could feel it assaulting me as Justin’s antics got animated, and knew he was getting off on his first spousal spanking as much as me. It was just hard to believe he was deriving pleasure from the obvious pain he was in even though I knew it was to be expected from my invaluable research. 

 

I was as hot and ready to explode as a firecracker myself and decided to stop. Justin’s ass was a mass of bright red blotches from all the spoon spanks and looked like it had enough, and everything I thought it could have wanted, needed and deserved for hiding his secret from me and denying me all the delightfully decadent feelings, pleasures and desires I was experiencing for the first time.

 

It was incredible and I felt indestructible as I ordered Justin up off my lap and over to a nearby corner to stand in while we talked. He whined that he wasn’t “into” corners and groaned when I growled back that I was and he’d better do as he was told if he knew what was good for him. He did, grudgingly. And he looked silly and sexy trying to hide the flagpole sticking out in front of him as he padded to corner, stuck his nose in, and his red ass out at my command.

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Justin looked so cute and sexy that I almost gave in to my carnal urges again. But I knew it was important for my husband to talk as we did while he was in the corner and between two turns at something else I read about repeatedly... The BEST sex we’d shared since our wedding night and, I have to say, BETTER with the knowledge of each other we had as lovers and the kinky addition my husband was too ashamed to tell me about. Silly boy.

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The spanking I gave Justin turned us both on and tore down our established inhibitions. It allowed us to be freakier and franker than we’d been in bed for years and broke the satisfying but semi-stale state our sex life was in at the time. Justin and I both felt like it was the dawn of a new day when we woke up the next morning hungry for food, each other and more spanking play.

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My naughty husband had years of catching up to do and I had a lot yet to learn and experience as a spanking wife. Justin was all for anything I wanted and more than willing to help figure out the spank-happy future we envisioned and have since achieved I’m pleased and proud to say. It took some time, testing, and a lot of honest talks, but it all worked out for us as we believe it can for other spankless spouses out there if they’d do what Justin should have done before we were married.

 

I believe I would have agreed to spank him if he told me his secret and asked me to. It isn’t hard to spank or all that unpleasantly kinky, and I’ve loved Justin too much to deny him something that means so much to him and I can so easily provide. 

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