Lisa is in a Sassy Mood

 Spanking 5/30/2025

(M/F Brush)

(If a story about a husband spanking his wife offends you, please do not read)

(Maintenance spanking that I needed. Also very sassy.)

I get home and we go out to eat. It is a rare thing that we go out to eat. I order my yummy grilled chicken and give my pasta to hubby. I ate my asparagus and had a pretty good side salad with balsamic dressing.

Dinner was nice and we talked about how everybody's day was. Then the kids wanted to see the new Avengers movie. So we dropped them off with some cash for tickets and snacks. 

The drive back to the house, hubby reached over and pushed the dress up on my thigh and then gave it a squeeze. My eyes got huge and I whimpered. Nooooo… are you going to spank me? I looked over at him and he smiled. 

I called him a meanie. He said, “Oh you don’t need one?” I hate when he asks that. Of course I need one, I just don’t want one. 

The drive was nice and as we pulled onto the property I started to get nervous. My mind was racing and thought I would be a little brat. As he pulled up I quietly unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my purse. As he put the car in park I opened the door and jumped out and ran to the house to lock him out. 

I run into the house and lock the door and then throw the dead bolt. He of course remains calm and steps out of the car all cool and sets the alarm on his Tundra. He walks with a swagger up to the house with a smile. I look out the window and stick my tongue out at him. 

At the top of the stairs he looks at me and puts one hand in his pocket of his slacks and holds up the other hand with 3 fingers showing. He then shows 2 fingers. When he got to one finger fear shook me and I instantly unlocked and opened the door. 

He walked in and started to take his tie off. I followed him saying, “I don’t want to get a spanking.” Acting like he never hears me, he opens the closet door and hung his tie up and then took his jacket off and hung that up too. Calmly he said, “Be a doll and make me a drink baby.” I hate it when he ignores my pleas. 

I go into the bar area and make him an Old Fashion. While he puts on a jazz record. We have vinyl and a very nice record player and sound system. I bring him his drink and he smiles as I hand it to him. He pats the seat next to him. I sit and curl up with him. 

He leans his head back, closes his eyes and I can tell he is enjoying his music. Smiling and sipping his drink, he looks over at me and says, “You are so pretty baby!” I melt into him. 

He smiles at me and says, “I notice you have been getting antsy lately. You agitate easily. You have been pacing and seem uneasy with life right now. You need some time to relax.”

I reply, “Well end of the school year is always stressful and I am a little on edge.” He nodded, “Well lets take care of that stress, I need my stress free Lisa back.”  “Nooooooooo, I know what that means!!!”

“Yes baby, go get the hairbrush.” he said. I got up and stomped off toward the bedroom. He said, “That cost you one to the thigh. Lose the attitude baby” 

“Noooooooooooooo, I am sorry please!.” I return with the brush and hand it to him without hesitation. He pulled me in front of him between his legs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and panties and pulled them down together to my ankles. “Please step out of them.” He said so politely. He held onto my waist as I stepped out of them, making me feel very vulnerable.

“Over you go.” he said while patting his lap. I whimper as I go over his knee and I feel his hand on my back as he pushes my blouse up to the middle of my back. I lifted till my blouse was crumpled under my breast. 

As my head hangs low I can see that he kicked my skirt and panties out a bit and I feel very exposed at that time. 

He rubs the brush on my bottom and it feels good but makes me nervous. His calm voice is not helping my nerves. He tells me that he wants me to start breathing exercises when I start to get stressed. Laughing, I start breathing in deeply and exhaling. I said, you are making me a bit stressed while rubbing that brush on my bottom. 

He laughs and says, “That’s funny baby”  and then without warning brings the brush down hard on my bottom. I screamed because I didn't expect it and it took my breath away. I lift one foot high. 

Then he starts pelting my bottom hard with the hair brush and I am twisting and screaming. He stops, adjusts me and then puts his leg over my legs. Then he continues smacking my bottom hard. It hurts so much that during my screaming I start to panic that I can't take this. 

I reach back in fear and he immediately grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to the middle of my back. At that point I cannot move or avoid the brush. He keeps going full force on my bottom and the fear grows to hysteria. I am blubbering, I can’t take it. 

He stops and rubs my very sore bottom with the brush and says, “Oh yes you can baby, you can take a lot more.” I am blubbering while pleading, nooooo more….

He says, "The stress part is over but we have to discuss two things.” I am crying and feel confused. I haven't done anything wrong. He reminds me, “Did you lock me out of the house?” Fear fills my soul and I blubber. “I was joking.” 

“Ohhhh you were? What a funny joke. Well your bottom is going to pay for that little joke.” I cry and say, “Noooooooo please I am sorry.”

And then he says, “How about the attitude stomping off? What do you think I should do about that?” Again fear fills me (especially since I am not to show a poor attitude when told to do something) I blubber, “Please I don't want any more!”

He says, “Lets talk about the locking out. As I see it… it took you 3 seconds to come to your senses. So I think you should get 5 hard smacks per cheek per second. That will be 10” With that he lifted the brush high and then came down on my bottom hard 5 on one side in a row then 5 on the other. I screamed with each smack. 

I am blubbering over his lap for 3 or 4 minutes as he gently rubs my bottom. Then he raised the brush and brought it down soooooooooooooo hard on my thigh. I screamed as my body tensed up. 

I am blubbering so hard hiccupping and gripping his leg. He rubs my back and says, “Its over, baby.”

After a few minutes he helps me up and holds me while I finish crying. 

I looked at my bottom later and my bottom tore up. Sooooo sore and spots of purple.  

Note: Later that evening after the kids went to bed…. Hubby took me aggressively from behind. Holding on to my hair via my ponytail.