Bank Holiday Weekend (Part 1?) By thereader0987 (F/M)

[thereader0987]

This is my first attempt at a story so if the grammar and formatting is a little off please forgive me!

Home at last! That damn commute back from town seems to get longer every day. You'd think that a road as busy as the one that seems to have started haunting my dreams would be a duel carriageway by now; but the government wouldn't upgrade it during the boom, so I don't suppose they'll upgrade it during a recession either. I hate that commute but I'm still in a surprisingly good mood. After all it is a bank holiday Friday which means for the next 3 days my wife and I once again get to cast off the problems of our real lives and indeed the shackles of reality itself!

I can't help but wonder what roles my wife has chosen for our kinky games this time? Is it weird that as I approach the cupboard at the back of the garage a drum roll starts in my head? Who cares, I think I'll just open it instead of pondering on my own sanity! A pair of y-fronts greet me, as well as shorts, socks, shiny black shoes and the tie of a nearby school. I hurry to put them all on and stare at myself in the cupboard's in-built mirror. At a smidge over 6'2 and about ten pounds heavier than I'd like I look ridiculous but then again any full grown man would when dressed as a schoolboy. I suppose that is part of the fun though.
Taped to the back of the cupboard is a note from my wife.

Dear Charles,
For this weekend's game you are no longer Charles E. Doe-Smythe Ph.D, lecturer in Spankology at Knott-Oxbridge University. You are Charlie Deer, Year 7 student at Bottomley Secondary School. You are not 35 any more, you are 12 and have an unfortunate tendency to act even younger.I am no longer your wife, I am now Mrs. Aardhande, a strict woman who has taken you into her home when your parents took jobs overseas. It would be best however if you simply addressed me as Ma'am. You have just returned from detention, which was punishment for a schoolyard scuffle. The attached envelope is a letter from your "Headmistress" so make sure to bring it in to the house with you.
Love,
Kate
P.S. The safe word is Giraffe.

Placing the letter in my pocket I stepped tentatively through the garage door into the kitchen. My wife immediately whirls round to face me while almost shouting "Where have you been young man? I was worried sick when you didn't come home! I looked everywhere for you! I checked the field where those nasty boys from the village play and I checked the school but it was all closed up for the evening. I was just to about to start ringing the hospital!".

The speed and near hysterical pitch at which the words came out flabbergasted me. At 5'8 my wife always seems tall compared to most women, but just now she was a larger than life figure who seemed to inhabit the entirety of our kitchen. It was only after a few seconds that I took in what she was wearing: a blue and white polka dot dress with stockings, a yellow apron, pearl earrings, red lipstick, and high heels. Finished off with a pair of black glasses hanging around her neck she looked like some kind of fearsome 1950's housewife (not that I would really know since my only knowledge of such women is from television and movies). Stunned by her beauty and her tone I stared at her slack jawed as I desperately tried to remember how to speak. After a few seconds I started to stutter the words "I was, I was, I was" before once again falling silent. I think Kate realised just how flustered I was as a hint of a smile flashed across her very, very, red lips. Her lips seemed more enticing at that moment than perhaps any other time in our marriage. Luckily I remembered the role I was supposed to play and resisted the urge to kiss her.

Slowly her left eyebrow arched as she said, "well Charlie, where were you?". After what seemed an eternity I managed to mumble out the word "Detention, Ma'am".

"But Charlie, I went to your school and it was deserted," Kate said. Thinking quickly I replied that the headmistress had locked up and powered down most of the school to save money, holding detention in her office as there was only myself and one other boy in it today. Kate looked at me with faux anger saying "Your're lying Charlie. I hardly think the headmistress herself would supervise detention, surely there are plenty of other staff for that? You should know better than to lie to me after what happened last time!" (What happened last time? Well that's a story for another time.)

"If she had a staff member stay she would have had to pay them" I responded. "Besides she barely did any supervising, she just worked on some papers while muttering about funding cuts." Kate said "are you trying to imply that she was negligent in her duties?". In an effort to please Kate, I made up a story about how well behaved I and the other boy in detention had been thus requiring less supervision than normal. If I thought that story might placate my wife I must be an even bigger fool than I looked. Just as she was about to repeat her accusations of lying I remembered the letter. I pulled the envelope out of my pocket and thrust it at her triumphantly while babbling about how it was proof I was telling the truth.
After slowly removing the letter from the envelope and pretending to read it a horrified look spread over her face.

Grabbing hold of my ear she dragged me across the room to the far corner and bellowed "You were caught fighting! Corner. Right. Now. You. Naughty. Boy. Charlie Deer, I am so angry with you I fear what might happen if tried to deal with you right now. So you are going to stand in that corner until dinner is ready."
Kate had me place my arms behind my back and stick my nose so far into the corner it touched both walls. I'm not sure how much time actually passed as I stood there but the aches in my limbs and the urge to fidget that quickly developed made it feel like hours. The smell of dinner being cooked just added to my misery, inducing pangs of hunger.

Eventually Kate told me to take my place at the dinner table while she put away her apron, which I did with great haste. Laid out before me was a veritable feast! The aches disappeared immediately as I reached to grab the steak. Seemingly out of nowhere a wooden spoon cracked down on my hand inducing a great deal of pain.

Kate appeared from behind me and took her place at the tablel and said, "Do you really think naughty little boys deserve steak? Or any other nice food for that matter?". I replied in the affirmative, after all a growing boy needs all the food he can get. Kate slowly poured herself a glass of wine (my favourite vintage I might add), and smiled explaining that naughty little boys like you always want to grow up to be big and strong, so denying them a full dinner and thus a little bit of that all important nutrition is a punishment they feel particularly strongly. She pointed to a plate of bread and butter, as well as a glass of water.
"There that's your dinner, you'll survive for one night on it just fine and you'll never know if it stunted your growth just a teeny bit, which I know will make tonight and the other punishment you have coming stick in your mind for the rest of your life" she snarled. After a few seconds she let out a short giggle as the irony of saying this to a 6'2 tall man who stopped growing well over a decade ago hit her. The giggle was quickly stifled as she once again became her character for the night.

"Other punishment?" I gulped.

"You don't think missing out on dinner is sufficient punishment for fighting do you?"

"No Ma'am," I said with resignation and proceeded to eat my bread as Kate ate her meal. I finished eating before she did and decided that in order to avoid further reprimand I would sit in silence until the end of the meal. When the meal finally did end Kate told me to clear away the plates and meet her in the study. As I cleared the plates away I considered trying to scarf down some of the leftovers but decided against it as Kate seems to have a sixth sense about such things and I was in enough trouble as it was. Soon enough my task was finished so I proceeded to the study as ordered. Kate was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed in a way that deliberately revealed just a glimpse of her stocking tops.

"Well young man, do you have anything to say before we start the next part of your punishment?" Kate said as she stood to face me. I made up a long and convoluted story that I felt showed how the fictional schoolyard fight was not my fault. From my story one might even infer that I was a victim in the whole affair. Kate was clearly unimpressed however and stayed silent as if expecting more, so I launched into a speech explaining how very sorry I was for my actions and how, since I felt so bad about my actions there was really no need for further punishment. Unsurprisingly, Kate disagreed.

"The problem with today's school is that there isn't nearly enough discipline, which gives boys like you the erroneous impression that a simple apology is enough to remedy any situation," said Kate while stepping around to the back of the desk, "I do believe you when you say you are sorry, but that just isn't enough. You must be punished otherwise the way you feel now won't last."

With that last remark Kate withdrew a cane from under the desk.

"This is what they used when I was at school before they got soft on miscreants like you. The times may have changed but misbehaving boys like you haven't and while your school may not be willing to punish you properly I am. I know you've never been caned before so you'll only receive six of the best this time. I'm warning you know however, that if I get any more notes home from your school then you and this cane will be getting much better acquainted."

Kate paused for a moment as if unsure what to do next or perhaps just to give me a chance to back out, either way the moment passed and she said "Charlie take off your shoes, shorts, socks and underpants. Fold your clothes and place them on the table in the corner."

I did as I was told while somehow never managing to take more than one eye off of the cane she was swishing back and forth menacingly.

"Now place your hands on the desk and bend over so I can start your caning."

I reluctantly complied. The moment I bent over she struck the first blow. The pain was incredible, every nerve ending the cane touched started screaming almost instantaneously. Just when the pain hinted that one day it might die down she struck the second blow starting the whole agonizing process over again. Kate waited until the pain actually had begun to die down before striking me for the third time. This time when the pain began to lessen I actually managed to form a coherent thought, mainly that I had three more agonizing blows to go. I began to sob as my pride deserted me. Kate struck the 4th blow, then the 5th, then the 6th all of which seemed to blend together into one excruciating moment. My sobbing turned into outright crying.

"Go stand in the corner and place your hands behind your head" Kate ordered, so I did.

Slowly but surely the painful throbbing died down only to be replaced by the humiliation of having to stand in the corner, naked, with my bruised buttocks on display while my wife did paperwork. My crying stopped after about 10 minutes leaving salty dried tears on my cheeks. After half an hour she stood up and grabbed me by the ear.

"Now then Jimmy it's time for naughty boys like you to go to bed" Kate said, as she dragged me out of the room, down the hall and into the spare bedroom. I protested pointing out that it was only 7:00 pm but this failed to sway her. She handed me a pair of pajamas and watched as I put them on. Kate took me by the arm and lay me down in the room's small single bed.

"Jimmy you have been a very bad boy today and have paid the price for it tonight, but I want you to know that no matter how naughty you are I still love you." Kate said as she tucked me in and bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"If I here so much as a peep from you tonight you'll regret it" she said a she got up, turned off the light, and left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving me to lie there and think about what the rest of the weekend might hold!

[Often123]

I'm not a fan of the cane, but liked the overall scene. The wife was dressed perfectly to set the stage for the situation, and these two have a R/P relationship they act out. The dialogue was also good. Perhaps in a future chapter she can have him otk and apply her hand vigorously.

[hairbrushedhubby]

I agree with what Often says, I've no interest in canings, but how about a nice long handspanking and when the bottom is sufficiantly red, continue with a hard wooden hairbrush spanking until in floods of tears.