This entry was submitted by a writer from the UK, as a non-contestant for the prize due to his location. I will happily show my gratitude for his participation when I visit his town – ‘gratitude’ in this case being defined as Turning him over my Knee for a Sound Spanking.
From the ‘Person Place and Thing’ Spanking Story Contest, ‘The blue Umbrella’…enjoy! – Dana
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The Blue Umbrella
Steve looked at Jill as they walked down the aisle. She was a few years old than him but was simply the most beautiful woman he had met in his twenty-four years on earth. He had told her this many times during their whirlwind six-month courtship but what better time to say it again than now, minutes after they had been ‘lawfully joined in matrimony’? All around them the smiling faces of their families and friends watched as they made their way to the exit of the church.
Outside, showered in confetti, they enjoyed the copious good wishes of the many guests, posed for the obligatory photographs, before making their way to a hotel in a nearby part of London where the reception was to be held. Several hours later, in the early evening, they left the party and made their way to Heathrow Airport for their flight to Rome.
It was well after midnight when they arrived at their hotel, situated near the centre of Rome. Exhausted from the day’s events they tumbled into bed, snuggled into each other’s arms and fell asleep.
They awoke the next morning to find the sun streaming in the window. Pulling on her robe, Jill made her way to the French doors that opened on to a balcony and went outside. Steve, never at his best in the mornings, followed shortly after, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Neither of them had been to Rome before, and they surveyed the scene.
“Steve, look, over there, down that street. You can just see the edge of the Trevi Fountain. I looked it up on the map before we came and I knew it was very close. We can go there this morning and I’m going to throw in a coin for good luck.”
“I didn’t know you were superstitious,” said Steve, giving his bride a questioning look.
“It’s not superstition, it’s tradition; for centuries it has been believed that throwing a coin in the fountain guarantees a happy marriage,” Jill countered. “We need to do things properly and start our marriage in the right way. Over the years we’ll look back and remember the significance of that coin in the fountain.”
“OK, if it makes you happy, that’s fine by me. Now give me a kiss. As you just said, we need to start off in the right way.” So saying, Steve wrapped his arms around his wife and they embraced for a long, lingering kiss, oblivious and uncaring that their passion could be viewed by any passer-by in the street below.
It was over two hours later when they finally emerged from their bedroom. The steamy consummation of their marriage was followed by an equally hot, steamy shower. Dressed, Jill returned to the balcony and again surveyed the scene. She was disappointed to notice that the sky had clouded over.
“Are you nearly ready, Steve?” she called out. “I thought it was women who were supposed to take an age to get ready. Buck up, or we’ll miss the best of the day.”
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” said Steve, scrabbling in the suitcase to find his casual shoes. “Anyway, I don’t think the day can get much better than it’s already been.” A cheeky smirk crossed his face.
“While you’re rummaging through the suitcase, you’d better find the umbrella – it looks like rain,” said Jill, ignoring her husband’s lasciviousness.
Steve searched in vain. Exasperated at his incompetence, Jill joined him at the suitcase. “It’s no wonder you can’t find it, look at the mess you’ve made,” she said, feigning annoyance. “I can see I’ll have to get you trained.” Seconds later she pulled the umbrella from the bottom of the suitcase. “One blue umbrella,” she said, holding it in front of Steve’s nose. “My mother gave me this to complete my wedding ensemble – ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’. I assume you know that tradition?”
“I see, more superstition. Honestly Jill, you’re incorrigible.” Steve’s face was full of amusement as he gave his wife a friendly peck on the cheek.
“And you, my darling husband, have a lot to learn about me. But then that’s the fun of being married, don’t you think?”
Steve was of no mind to argue. Jill’s ability to engage in banter was another of the long list of things he loved about her. She had an edge, a spikiness about her, and could more than hold her own in an argument. He admired her strength of character, combined with her essential femininity. Most of the women he had known seemed to be either too compliant or too militant. Jill had the balance just right.
Their day was spent exploring the sights of Rome, interrupted by a long, relaxed lunch at a superb trattoria they discovered near the Colliseum. As promised, Jill had thrown her coin in the Trevi Fountain, and Steve captured the moment on film. As a keen photographer he was keen to make sure they had a pictorial record of their honeymoon. To their delight, the sky had lightened and though cloudy the day had remained dry.
Back at the hotel they relaxed before showering and dressing for dinner. They were about to leave for the restaurant on the far side of the square when Jill decided that the Rome weather could not be trusted. “We’d better take the umbrella,” she said, “where did you put it?”
“What? I haven’t got it,” said Steve, taken aback.
“Steve, I gave it to you at the fountain when I was throwing the coin in. What did you do with it?”
Steve thought for a moment, and a sheepish look crossed his face. “Oh dear, I think I put it down while I was taking the video. I must have forgotten to pick it up. Ah well, we’ll get another one tomorrow.”
Jill’s face was serious. “Steve, I told you, my mother gave me that. It was blue for luck. How could you be so careless? This doesn’t augur well. I’m very upset with you.”
“Sweetheart, lighten up, it’s only an umbrella. We’ll get another one, a blue one if you want. You won’t know the difference.”
“Oh but I will, Steve, That umbrella was special – and you’ve lost it. This is not a good start. However, I’m not going to row about it. Let’s go for dinner.”
The restaurant was busy – hardly a surprise as it was one of the best in Rome. Despite the lost umbrella, Steve and Jill conversed happily as they enjoyed a magnificent meal of typical Roman fare. Halfway through dessert Steve’s thoughts returned to the umbrella and a wry smile crossed his face.
“And what wicked thought is going through your head now?” Jill asked.
“Not a wicked thought at all,” Steve replied. “I was just thinking about the umbrella and remembering that when I was a kid the same thing happened. I was going out one day and my mother said it looked like rain and made me take her umbrella. To be honest I was a bit embarrassed carrying it, but I didn’t mean to lose it. I just put it down somewhere and forgot all about it.”
“And what did your mother say about that? I imagine she was not best pleased.”
“That’s putting it mildly, she was furious, and I got a taste of her hairbrush on my backside. She said it would teach me to be more careful in future. Seems she was wrong, eh?” Steve laughed as he spoke.
“I see,” said Jill, looking serious. “I’m glad you find it amusing – I’m sure you didn’t at the time.”
“That’s for sure. My mother could spank for England when she was angry, and that hairbrush was the worst. Good thing kids today don’t have to put up with that sort of treatment.”
Jill didn’t reply, but Steve was sure he noticed a look on her face that he hadn’t seen before.
Later that evening, back at their hotel, Steve threw his jacket on the bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed holding her hairbrush. As Steve comprehended the scene, Jill spoke.
“Steve, come here. I want words with you.” Her voice was stern and commanding.
“What, what are you doing… what’s going on?” Steve stammered, taken aback by his wife’s harsh tone.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on. I’ve been thinking about the lost umbrella and what you told me in the restaurant. In my view your mother was absolutely right to reward your carelessness as she did. You may be right about kids today not getting spanked but that doesn’t apply to errant husbands. What was good for you as a boy is good for you now. Get over here and get those trousers down.”
A big smirk crossed Steve’s face. “Ha, ha, very funny, quite a little actress, aren’t you. Hell, for a moment there I thought you were serious!”
Jill’s eyebrows raised as a hint of a smile crossed face, then disappeared in a moment as she stared coldly at Steve’s laughing face. “Serious? I’ve never been more serious in my life. I said this morning that we must start our marriage in the way we intend to go on. I don’t know if you’ve heard of domestic discipline but it is something I firmly believe in, and if our marriage is going to work, then it is something you will have to agree to. And an essential part of my discipline, as it was your mother’s, is that you will be spanked for misbehaviour.”
The smirk disappeared from Steve’s face as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He was well aware that his wife was a strong woman, but never for a moment had he considered this scenario. Part of him expected to wake up and realise it had all been a strange dream but the sight of Jill sitting in front of him, hairbrush in hand, was all too real. And the tone of her voice told him no, she was not acting.
“Hey, c’mon, relax, spanking is for kids, or it was. We’re man and wife. Love, honour and obey, and all that.”
Steve’s words were in vain, as Jill proceeded to make clear.
“Yes, Steve, love, honour and obey. I love you to bits, and I will always honour the fact that you asked me to be your wife. But obedience is important too, and remember that only yesterday you took a vow to love and obey me. I consider acts of carelessness, such as losing the umbrella, a failure on your part to honour something that was important to me, and if our marriage is going to work, then such failings have to be punished, in order to wipe the slate clean. I hope you agree that’s reasonable?”
Steve paused. As the minutes had passed the turmoil in his mind had begun to clear, and was realising more fully that Jill was indeed totally serious and that a decision had to be made.
“Well, what do you say?” Jill enquired, her voice calm but firm.
“Um… well…. I see your point … but none of this has been mentioned before. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit shocked. It all seems a bit unreal.”
“No, Steve, that’s where you’re wrong. This is very real, as you will shortly discover – unless you would rather that our marriage is extremely short. I told you this morning that you had a lot to find out about me, though I hadn’t expected you to make this discovery quite so soon. However, you do of course have a choice. Whilst the deal for me is that we exercise domestic discipline within our marriage, as an expression of our love for each other and for the good of both our lives, such an arrangement must be mutually agreed, so it’s up to you. Do you agree to obey me or are you going back on the vow you made?”
“No, darling, of course not, but you never told me this was on the agenda.”
“Steve, there are no buts….” Jill’s swift retort was halted as her face changed from serious to a broad grin. “Well, actually, there is one butt – yours – and I want it across my knee!”
Despite his predicament, Steve too saw the funny side of Jill’s inadvertent double entendre. Suddenly the mood in the room lightened. They were silent for a moment before Steve spoke.
“Looks like I don’t have much choice then, doesn’t it,” Time had given him a chance to think. He still thought it was all a bit strange but if it was what Jill wanted, there probably wasn’t any harm in it. And unlike the spankings he’d had as a child, he couldn’t imagine that Jill could hurt his bum significantly. Hell, it might even be a bit of fun.
“No, Steve, you’re wrong again. Dear me, you’re being very hard work. I said to you clearly that you do have a choice, but whichever choice you make has consequences. I would remind you that only yesterday you agreed ‘for better or worse’, and though tonight you may not think so, I am absolutely certain that in the long run you will agree that what I am proposing is for the better. But I will only proceed if you agree. I need your answer, yes or no.”
“Alright then, yes.”
“You agree fully with what I say?” Jill enquired again, anxious to ensure that he was acceding to her demands willingly.
“Yes, dearest, I agree. I am at your mercy.”
Jill was not sure she liked the hint of sarcasm in Steve’s final remark but decided against taking issue with it. Instead she ordered him to stand by her side and take down his trousers. With only slight reluctance Steve did as he was told.
“And the underpants, right down.” Jill’s voice was a sharp as a knife.
“Mmm, want to see my manly features, so you? If that was what this is about you should have said so.”
“Just do as you are told, and you can wipe that smirk off your face as well. This is not a game, Steve, it’s punishment for your misdeeds.”
As Steve finally obeyed, Jill couldn’t help noticing that Steve had the beginnings, and more, of an erection, and realised that he had still not understood the true nature of her intentions. Ah well, that would soon change.
“Right, get across my knee. It may have been a long time since you were last spanked but surely you haven’t forgotten the drill. That’s it, right across.” Jill adjusted her position slightly to ensure that Steve’s backside was exactly where she wanted it.
She paused a few seconds and then without further ado brought the hairbrush down sharply. It landed with a satisfying ‘thwack’. Steve’s body jerked in surprise and a soft “ah” emerged from his mouth. A couple of seconds later the brush landed again, and then again, each time with the same result.
“I hope you’re not going to make a big fuss,” Jill commented sternly. “I expect you to take your punishment properly. And if you think those smacks hurt you’d better prepare yourself because I’ve barely started on you yet.
Without waiting for him to reply she landed another swat. This time her husband made no noise, though, unbeknown to her, his face grimaced. The swats had hurt more than he had expected and by the sound of Jill’s words she wasn’t going to let him off lightly. The seriousness of her intentions was really beginning to dawn.
‘Thwack, thwack, thwack.’ Jill landed a series of blows, not excessively hard she considered, though it was clear her husband’s bottom was more sensitive than she had expected.
For the next couple of minutes she continued to swat Steve’s vulnerable backside, varying the pace and intensity. A few single blows were followed by a salvo of six, eight or ten smacks in quick succession, then a brief pause before she started again. She noticed with some satisfaction that the salvos made him squirm considerably more, reassuring her that her message was getting through. The areas of his previously milky-white bottom that were now turning an increasing shade of pink offered her further assurance.
Steve had managed to take the blows with reasonable fortitude, only occasionally muttering a brief cry when a harder swat landed on a sensitive spot, or as the pain built up from the machine-gun salvos. Overall, however, he had found the first few swats the worst as his body reeled from the initial pain, and though he could feel the heat increasing in his backside, the pain didn’t seem as sharp as at the start. Mind you, he thought, this little break in the proceedings is quite welcome.
The break was short-lived as Jill delivered another couple of salvos. “I hope you’re learning your lesson, Steve,” she said sternly. “You wouldn’t want me to have to do this too often, would you?”
“Yes..no..I mean.. yes I’m learning my lesson. Can I get up now?”
“Thwappp!” Jill landed a firecracker of a swat on the centre of his right buttock, followed immediately by an equally severe swat on his left, causing Steve to let out a loud yelp. “No, you may not. I’ll decide when you can get up, which will not be until I am entirely convinced that you have learnt the error of your ways. Now keep still!”
Jill waited for him to settle before continuing as before with single swats and salvos, but Steve’s request had annoyed her and made her decide it was time to punish him more severely. The swats now were considerably harder than before and very quickly she noticed that not only was pink turning to red but also Steve’s wriggling, squirming and moaning was increasing rapidly. Quickly transferring the brush to her left hand, she used the open palm of her right to deliver a series of sharp slaps to the top of her husband’s thighs. “I told you to keep still – the more you wriggle the harder I shall spank you,” she warned.
Again Jill paused, partly to give Steve time to settle but partly also to give herself time to compose her thoughts. In truth she had already spanked him far harder than originally she had intended, but the fact was she was enjoying herself. The power of having the man she loved laying across her lap while she spanked his bottom was coursing through her veins. Unbeknown to Steve the situation was not new to her, though on previous occasions it had been with boyfriends who she had not truly loved. In fact it had all started as what she thought was a bit of fun with an older guy who had actually asked her to spank him. She had been surprised at how much she enjoyed it, and the more she ‘played’, the more she knew that this was something she wanted, needed perhaps, in her life. However, play was one thing; giving real punishment for real misbehaviour was several notches up – and that was what she wanted.
Lost in her thoughts, several seconds elapsed before she composed herself. It was clear that Steve’s backside was considerably sore but his further disobedience in wriggling when she had told him to keep still demanded that his punishment continue. She set to again with the hairbrush, this time giving him a dozen extremely hard swats but with a gap of a few seconds between each. Steve winced and yelled as each blow landed.
“Right, I’m going to ask you again Steve – have you learnt your lesson?”
“Yes, yes, I have…. please, no more spanking.”
“I didn’t ask you to plead with me, Steve,” Jill countered sharply but not unkindly. “I simply need to be sure that you are now fully aware that in our marriage I will not tolerate careless, thoughtless or disobedient behaviour. Is that the case?
“Yes, yes,” said Steve, anxious to avoid any further affliction to his burning butt.
“Very well, then, you may get up.”
Somewhat gingerly, Steve hoisted himself up and as he stood his hands went involuntarily to soothe and comfort his backside. Glancing at his wife he was surprised to see a gentle, loving smile filling her face.
“Don’t stand there rubbing your butt, Steve. Give me a kiss to say thank-you for giving you the discipline you deserve. And then you can lie on the bed and I’ll rub your butt for you.”
Their kiss was deep and mellow, and Steve was strangely aware that some additional bond with his new wife had been established. As he lay down on the bed he noticed Jill removing her dress, and a few seconds later, now naked, she lay on top of him, the warmth of her body comforting his nether regions. Then he felt her moving beside him as she kept her promise to help soothe his discomfort with her hands.
“Mmm, that’s better, I like this part,” said Steve.
Jill gently placed her finger on his lips. “Ssshh, don’t talk now, just experience the moment,” she whispered.
Moments turned into minutes, and minutes into……as first slowly, then more urgently and finally in a torrent of passion they gave physical expression to the new bond between them.
Postscript.
This story happened over fifteen years ago. Today, many spankings later, Steve and Jill remain happily married. They also still have the replacement blue umbrella that they bought the following day from a store not too far from the Trevi Fountain. Never once has it been used to keep the rain off their heads. Its use is far more significant. Whenever Steve goes to the bedroom and sees that Jill has placed it on the bed next to a lira coin, identical to the one she had thrown into the Fountain all those years ago, he knows exactly what’s in store.
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