A Friendly Rivalry with a Playful Twist

(Spanking, M/F, bet, nude, hand, playful)

Ever since we got married, my husband and I have had a running tradition — every time our teams face off, we make a little bet. It doesn’t matter if it’s the NFL, MLB, college football, or even hockey — when Seattle plays Dallas, it’s game on in our house. He’s a die-hard Dallas fan through and through, and I bleed Seattle blue and green. The rivalry runs deep, but it’s always good-natured — and usually ends with one of us laughing while doing the other’s chores.

This Sunday, though, we decided to take it up a notch. The Seattle Kraken were in town playing the Dallas Stars, and since we managed to snag tickets, it only made sense to make it interesting. Over morning coffee, I grinned at him across the kitchen island and said, “Alright, if Seattle wins, you’re on dish duty all week.” He raised an eyebrow, that familiar Dallas swagger shining through. “And if the Stars win,” he said, “you owe me something a little more… entertaining.”

I laughed. “Define entertaining.”

He just smiled — that infuriating, confident smile — and said, “You’ll see.”

We headed to the arena that afternoon, both decked out in our team gear. The whole drive there, we teased each other relentlessly. He’d hum “Deep in the Heart of Texas,” and I’d crank up the Kraken goal horn sound on my phone. By the time we found our seats, the friendly trash talk had drawn a few amused looks from the fans around us.

The game was electric — the roar of the crowd, the chill of the ice, and the tension between us every time either team got close to scoring. I screamed myself hoarse when Seattle tied it up in the second period, and he just shook his head, grinning as he handed me a soft pretzel like a peace offering.

But in the end, Dallas pulled ahead. When that final buzzer went off, he jumped to his feet, cheering, and I just groaned, burying my face in my scarf. “Looks like you lost the bet, sweetheart,” he said, clearly savoring the moment.

On the way home, he couldn’t resist a few more playful jabs. “You know, I think I’m going to enjoy this particular prize,” he said with that teasing tone that always makes me roll my eyes and laugh. “Don’t worry — I’ll make it gentle.”

I swatted his arm, laughing, “You better — or next time, the bet’s for laundry duty for a month.”

When we got home the kids were asleep because it was a school night. Hubby and I slipped of to bed and after a brush of the teeth and clothes changed out for our sleep gear he motioned for to be front and center as he pulled a chair from our sitting area.

He sat looking up at me. I faked yawned and said I was so tired. He looked at me and said, “Oh I will wake you up.” He reached out and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down till they puddled at my ankles. 

Then he pulled up the hem of my camisole and stood as he lifted it over my head. I stood there with nothing but a necklace on. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes. 

He sat and patted his lap for me to go over. I whined a bit. He said, “A bet is a bet, over you go!" I went over his knee for a long pretty hard hand spanking that had me gripping his leg as I tried to keep quiet because the girls were home. 

After what seemed like forever having my bottom reddened. He patted my bottom for me to get up. "Go stand in the corner Kraken Fan!” He said with a chuckle. I stood in the corner as he got ready for bed. Then he called me out and guided me to the bed. We made love in one of my favorite positions, Missionary. 

By the time we had finished, it didn’t even matter who’d technically won. The laughter, the teasing, the warmth — that’s what made it fun. And secretly, I was already plotting my revenge bet for the next game. After all, there’s always a rematch — and when it comes to us, the real win is in keeping things playful and full of love.

The spanking was a little more playful. It was after the hockey game and my team lost. The bet was if my team won he would do the dishes if my team lost then I would get a spanking