We’re wrapping up our trip to Indiana to visit Sparkle’s parents, and my lovely yet naughty wife has already gotten herself two spankings here. I think that’s a new record…not because of better behavior in the past, but more because we rarely seem to have the time alone here to take care of it.
I’ll write a separate post (with pictures) from this morning’s spanking, but here’s the one she got a couple days ago.
Friday, Sparkle and I decided we needed a little alone time, so we borrowed her parents’ SUV to drive into Cincinnati and go shopping. We generally do this at least once per trip here, and it was fun as always. Lunch together, dinner together, shopping together…and a bit of brattiness by Sparkle. Actually, it was mostly her telling me every chance she had (and in public) how horny she was and all the things she wanted me to do to her when we get home, but there were plenty of bratty comments too. I responded, of course, by suggesting that maybe I could find a quiet country road on the way home. When she was getting into the SUV, she (not surprisingly) got a firm swat on her tush.
A couple stops later, another bratty comment came out.
“When we park, you’re to wait for me to come around, then I want you to get out and obligingly bend over the seat.”
Nervously she obeyed and two stinging smacks landed on the seat of her khaki pants and the naughty girl gasped. As we walked into the store, she said “I really didn’t want to do that.”
I told her that was why I made her do it. “It’s good for you to do things you don’t want to but have no choice over.”
We left around 6:00 to head home, and the brattiness increased in tempo on the drive, such as when my naughty girl took my hand and put it up under her shirt to show me she’d removed her bra during the last gas station shop. A few miles further, the tempo of her breathing told me she’d started playing with her nipples and I glanced over to see her shirt pulled up in front.
Such a naughty girl.
I think she thought she’d gotten off scott-free as we pulled into her parent’s town. That’s what she thought until I turned off the main road onto the last country road before the house.
I drove down the road a bit and saw a gate for a field with a large gravel patch in front of it and pulled off the road.
“Put the seat back and roll over on your stomach. Pants and panties down.”
The tempo of her breathing changed again and she nervously did as I’d told her to. The seat went back. She unbuttoned her pants and rolled over. The pants came down, followed by her panties.
And her naughty little bare bottom got spanked good and hard for several minutes, less than a mile from her parents house. As we pulled back onto the road, a car passed us and I heard nervously from the other seat “Good timing.”
Good timing indeed.
How fun and exciting. Perhaps i should try a little brattiness the next time BIKSS and I are out driving! 🙂
Just saw this … thanks for the compliment!
Love your blog, by the way… are you maybe interested in a link exchange?
I see this is older but figured I could comment anyway.
I could really relate to your story, my wife’s parents are also in the country so when we go it’s at least a few days to a week at a time. She’s not a spanko but has found out that if (or when) she really acts up or gets out of line she may be spanked. I’d say in twelve years of marriage she’s had about eight good sound spankings that she didn’t want to repeat again any time soon. Other than that it’s an occasional swat or two or the warning of one which usually does the job! Once she was going out on the town with old high school friends, after they’d been bringing up the good ol days and how wild my wife was at times. We were outside as they headed to their cars and someone said maybe I should come along to make sure my wife behaved herself. I put my foot up on the step, took my wife over one knee and said “How about if I give her a little preventative medicine?” They’d had a glass of wine or so each and were a bit rowdy in their approval. My wife squealed “No” and promised to behave knowing my spanking ability but it didn’t stop me. I raised my hand and asked how many they thought would do it? They called out numbers, I even heard one hundred. I brought my hand down, firm may be an understatement, my wife kicked and bucked forward immediately telling me “no more, I’ll behave myself.” Her friends both guys and women began to count. She received ten no nonsense whacks on her jeans that had her rear smokin a bit! I yelled I think she’ll control herself, but if she doesn’t you have my permission to repeat that. I gave her a hug and kiss and told her have fun. She rubbed her butt as she walked to the cars. My sister in law who was at the door said she almost felt that inside.
Back to the original thought,
So when we’re down there we also try to find a place to steal away to for some privacy. My wife was horny and we were out and about but she was also both being a little bratty and downright sarcastic at times. I asked if anything was bothering her, she said no, we never got to any real issue though I tried. I told her I knew she was horny and I’d try to find a spot. We were stopping at stores also she had to be patient and at one point in a store I warned her she was about two minutes from getting her bottom warmed. We finished, I found a pretty deserted country road that had another turn off that was far enough down and had tree covering to give us good privacy (for a country road).
We fooled around inside the we got out. I dropped the tailgate and threw a folded blanket over it for a little cushion. I actually took off all of her clothes in a setting like this. She was nervous and was complaining some so I turned her and swatted her butt twice telling her to chill out. My hands and lips were all over my wife and she was about ready to explode so I bent her over the tailgate and went to it, she had an orgasm quickly. I had her lay on her back in the back seat as I stood on the running boards and we did it again. She had another orgasm and I had one as well. We relaxed and she thought we should get back. I told her not so fast, and took her to the back of the truck. She got a little sassy about the time. I put her over the tailgate again and held her there and told her that her mouth and attitude were getting her into trouble. I smacked her bare butt as she hung over the tailgate and scolded her some. She was apologetic but I knew it was mostly because she was getting a spanking. I gave her a good spanking, but less than other times. We dressed and she apologized again and kissed me and I knew she meant it and was re-set.
So I understand, sometimes you just gotta do it and find a place to do it!