Readers,
The spanking stories for the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest just keep coming…there are DOZENS! Here’s another fun one…
Enjoy!
– Dana
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“Better Wish What You Wish for, It Might Come True”
A little over a decade ago Sage and Jason were brought to this same porch late at night by a neighbor, a police officer, for breaking into their high school. The officer explained that because they were both over 18 years of age they could be tried as adults for burglary. He added that he knew Sage was a good girl and had just made a stupid mistake. He had apprehended them while they were climbing through a window in the school that they had left unlocked in order to steal a copy of their math class final exam.
After the officer left I asked them, “What were you thinking?” Their prom was next weekend and in my anger I announced, “You are not going to the prom!” As soon as the words came out of my mouth I regretted saying them; but, I could not back down on my decision. A meteor shower was lighting the sky as I wished there was some way that they could still go to the prom; and, Sage and Jason simultaneously said, “Please let us go to the prom.” They then smiled their first smile of the evening, locked their pinky fingers together, and made a wish.
Sage was hysterical and told me how unfair I was and pleaded for me to change my mind. I had promised Sage that I would never spank her; but, told her that my mother would have given me a good paddling when I was 18 if I had pulled a stunt like that. Sage said, “I wish you would spank me instead of not allowing me to go to the prom.” I reminded Sage that I had promised never to spank her and explained that if I agreed to grant her wish and spank her she would be a very unhappy girl long before I was finished and that once I turned her over my knee it would be too late for her to change her mind. Sage said, “When Jason and I locked pinky fingers I wished that there was some way that we could still go to our prom and I will submit to a spanking.”
Sage had no idea about my proficiency in administering sound punishment paddlings acquired early in my marriage to John. I am still tall and athletic with a taut physique, well toned body, and muscular arms at 61 years of age. I started spanking John when I was 29 and he was 20. John still finds himself draped across my lap about once a month when his attitude needs adjusting. I only believe in painful punishment spankings and have never given a playful sexual spanking. John hates being spanked and finds nothing erotic being turned over my knee. When he needs a good spanking I always tease him by wearing sexy bras, panties, stockings, garter belts, and lingerie while I paddle his bottom with my Spencer style Dana’s Inferno long after he is kicking, squirming, and crying.
I took Sage into my bedroom and put the same straight backed vanity chair in the middle of the room that I use when paddling John. Sage looked stunned when I pulled my paddle out from the bottom of my lingerie drawer! I sit on the chair and lowered Sage’s jeans to her knees and put her across my lap. I raised my paddle high above my head and brought it down with a snap of my wrist. Sage tried to be stoic but let out a gasp as the imprint of my paddle showed through her thin nylon panties. Sage began crying and pleading as I continued to paddle her panties. As I promised her she would be a well spanked girl when finally left off of my lap. She didn’t realize how much my spankings hurt when she agreed to be paddled. After paddling her dad on the same chair with the same paddle I have become an expert disciplinarian!
When I returned to the living room with my paddle still in my hand my future son-in-law looked shocked. I shook my paddle at him and told him that he was also to blame for Sage’s spanking and if he was my son it would be his turn to go over my knee. Jason had tears in his eyes and he said that he was sorry and felt awful hearing Sage’s cries and pleads during her spanking and that since Sage agreed to be spanked that he should also be spanked. I ordered my future son-in-law into my bedroom where Sage was lying on her stomach on my bed crying. Her jeans were still pulled down and you could see her bright red bottom through her panties. Her face was red, her eyes puffy, and tears were running down her face as she rubbed her sore bottom.
Sage was stunned when I sit on my vanity chair, lowered Jason’s pants and briefs, and put him across my lap. “You deserve the spanking you are going to get. You need a firm female’s hand to keep you in line.” My first spank landed on the middle of both cheeks leaving a perfect imprint of my paddle and the holes in it. My second spank landed right below the first and I continued to paddle up and down his bottom. “How does that feel?” I asked as my paddle landed on the spot that was the reddest. I continued to paddle up one side and down the other as Jason squirmed and twisted from side to side. “This is just the beginning,” I said as Jason began crying uncontrollably and dancing on my lap. “Naughty men need to be spanked. You earned this bare bottom trip across my lap.”
Sage seemed to enjoy seeing Jason share in her punishment as he kicked and squirmed over my lap. They had no clue that they were both spanked with me sitting on the same straight backed chair using the same paddle I use on John while he is reduced to tears and pleads while over my knee. When I released Jason he did the same spanking dance around the room that John does about once a month.
Tonight a decade later I’m sitting on my porch pondering how many mother-in-laws have spanked their daughter’s husbands and thinking that you better watch out what you wish for because it might come true!