My body jerked, and I started to turn from the corner when the doorbell announced we had a visitor. Marrianne put down her work and said in her sternest voice yet, “Don’t you dare leave that corner. I am more than adequately upset with you already.” I heard the distinctive sound of high heels approaching on the wood floor of our hallway. Since Marrianne only wears heels when we go out, it could only be Doris. I could tell when they entered, however, both women came into the room behind me. Tonight, I will once again suffer through the pain an experienced, dedicated disciplinarian can deliver to the defenseless male bottom. I will spend the day in fear and despair at this inevitable event, and for the umpteenth time mightily curse the day I suggested to my loving Marrianne she provide me with a little direction and discipline. Honey, can we talk about this? I’m willing to meet this Doris person, and even consider taking a spanking, but this has come on pretty suddenly. I think we should think it over and discuss it first.” Marrianne was scraping the remnants of a good breakfast off the plates and into our garbage container when she made that comment. The tomato, bacon and cheese omelet I made for us turned into a cold lump in my stomach.

Oh, don’t worry, dear, I’m not going to spank you, and I only discussed it with Evelyn. She won’t mention it to anyone. At any rate, she has a friend who knew someone who knew someone who happened to have experience in providing just this type of discipline.” Nelson’s diary, 23 March 1912, K. Haines, Brigadier Nelson Russell of Lisburn (Donaghadee, 2013), p.81. Boys’ under sentence from the prefects did have the right of appeal to the headmaster. However, in the Log Book over seven years, no appeal to the headmaster was ever successful and the original punishment awarded by the prefects was always carried out. Then of course there’s also the difference between what seems appealing as a fantasy, especially in terms of being spanked and embarrassed, as opposed to what the actual experience feels like. That’s why the “Be careful what you wish for” trope is quite common in consensual spanking stories, especially F/M ones.Evelyn is Marrianne’s younger sister, and apparently she broadcast the news over her extensive network of friends to find a girl or woman who was into spanking male bottoms. By now, I expect half the town is aware of my secret proclivity. You are a naughty, willful man, but I know just how to handle your kind. Prepare to learn a much-needed lesson.” Marrianne referred to this Doris as a “young lady”. I wondered just how young she might be. Is she pretty? What will she be wearing? I hoped she is not into corsets and knee-high boots. Some men are into that sort of thing, but in my fantasies, I’ve always preferred the stern aunt, mother, or loving wife to the professional dominatrix. I’ll do that, John, but I know how you are. Asking and suggesting won’t be enough in the long run to make real changes in your attitudes. (I have to admit she was probably right about that.) That’s why I’ve done a little research and found a young lady who will provide you with the discipline you need.”

Before your spanking, I suggested you apologize to your wife for making this necessary. Would you like to do that now, or should I resume your spanking until you’re ready?” I got to my feet and practically jumped to the corner. The temptation to rub my bruised flesh was almost irresistible, but I managed to keep my hands clenched tightly at my sides. I think one of the dining room chairs should do,” Marrianne replied. “John, dear, go bring in one of our chairs for Doris.”

After more than ten minutes—an eternity under that burning paddle—the spanking tapered off to just a few well-placed shots, then nothing. I felt Doris put down the paddle and lightly stroke my flaming, bruised bottom. Even her lightest, feminine touch inflamed the nerve endings of my over-sensitive, severely punished mounds.