Time for the brush

 Spanking 19 Sept 2025

(M/F, Nude, Brush, Maintenance Spanking)

Around lunch time, Hubby sent me a photo of the hair brush. I got nervous looking at it and sent back the text, “Whine - Nooooo Please!” He sent me back a text that said, “What happens on Fridays, baby?” My reply was, “Pouts. I get spanked.”

Students were going to be back in my classroom in about 10 min so I composed myself and tried not to think about the photo so I wouldn’t be flustered or blush as I taught the students. 

Hubby was watching Live 360 and noticed that I had hit the road from work. He sent me a text and I had my car read his text to me, “Asking what my ETA to home was.” I replied over voice that I would be home about 5:55 pm. He replied with, “Drive Safe!” “Really?” I thought, “Drive safe. When you make me Nervious!”

My exit from the freeway showed I should be there about 6pm. My stomach started to churn as nerves started to float in my brain. Push the button, the garage opens and I pull my car in. Gathering my stuff I walk into the house. 

“Hi Honey” I called out. No answer. I put my bags down in the mud room and walk around the corner and say, “Honey?” I know he’s home because his car is in the garage. I yell out, “Hello?” to anyone who will hear. No answer but then I see a note on the kitchen bar with the hair brush.

“Lisa, The kids are with your mother at the park, we will pick them up after I roast your bottom. I need you to strip and fold your clothes neatly on the kitchen table. Then grab this wooden hair brush and hold it behind your back in the corner till I call you out.”

I said out loud, “Where the heck are you?” all I know is that I want to be in that corner when he shows up so I quickly stripped and thought, that isn't very romantic as I just stripped nude quickly. I grabbed the brush and ran to the corner in the living room and folded my arms in the small of my back holding the brush.

Just as I got there. Hubby came in the back door and said, “Oh Good, you're in the corner. Good girl, You not only followed directions, you did not dilly dally around” that made me smile. But where was he? Must have been tending to something in the back yard. 

He walked up to me, leaned in and whispered, “You look good girl, I am going to enjoy you tonight after we go to bed.” That gave me shivers and my eyes widened. 

He pulled the brush out of my hand and led me by my upper arm to the back of the couch, pushed me over the back and my feet were off the ground. I am feeling very exposed and helpless over the back of the couch. His hand stays in the middle of my back. I whimper. 

He throws down the brush on the couch beside me and starts spanking my bare bottom with his heavy hand. The slapping starts heating up my bottom right away and I am squirming. He is relentless as his hand lands over and over on my poor bottom. Pretty soon I am squirming and crying out, “Please it hurts!!!” He replies his freaking favorite line, “Of course it hurts, spankings are supposed to hurt!”

Pretty soon I am blubbering and squirming as he continues smacking his huge hand on my small tender bottom. I swear he is leaving marks with just his hand. I can't reach back because I need my hands to keep from falling forward on the couch. And no matter how much I squirm his hand finds its target. 

Blubbering, “Please please please stop, it hurts, please I can’t” He ignores me and continues spanking for what feels like a million minutes. Then he stops and lets me blubber while I hang over the back of the couch. 

He says to me as he helps me up, “Go grab a washcloth and bring it to me.  On wobbly knees I walk briskly to the bathroom off the living room. I bend over nude to the bottom drawer and pull it out. There are an assortment of washcloths. I selected a pretty pink one because it’s my favorite color. I stand and before I return with the washcloth I look at my bottom in the mirror. Gosh it is sooooo red all over and a couple of bruises are showing up on my bottom. What the heck is his hand made of, Iron? 

As I walk back he smiles as he sees me holding the washcloth and in pain by the look on my face. I swear he likes to see me in pain. He reaches out and takes the washcloth from me. He holds it under the faucet and gets it sopping wet. 

Then he has me tip toe and lean over the kitchen counter. The granite countertop is cold against my skin and my nipples tighten as my breast flatten on the counter. He wets my bottom and then holds me down on the counter. “Noooooooo, not wet bottom”

He ignores me and then the splat of the brush on my wet bottom makes me scream. He continues smacking my bottom back and forth for a long long long time. I am screaming and trying to twist but he is holding me against the counter tightly. Later I found out it was 4 min, but felt like 100 minutes. 

Then helps me up and hugs me tightly. Feels sooooooooooo good to be in his arms. But then he reaches and grabs my left cheek roughly. I yelp and push into him. He stops and pats my bottom. Good girl, you did well for your maintenance spanking. 

We relax for a bit and then I slowly dress while hubby looks at me with hungry eyes. I flash him a smile and ask if I should wait to dress and look toward the bedroom. He says, “Later baby, we need to pick up the kids and your mom” I show my pouty face and mumble, “Fine!” Hubby smacks my bottom and smiles. 

We text the kids and drive to the park at the lake. They are waiting there with mom’s chair and they all load into the car. My bottom hurts so much but I sit there still and not squirm. Don’t want the girls asking, “What is wrong mom?” The drive home is full of stories about the ducks, dragon flies, the outdoor dinner and watching all the people. 

Later tonight I would be doing my wifely duties and pleasing my husband despite my sore bottom. And little did I know how the next morning would go. But that is for another day and another story.