Domestic Discipline part 1 - Sex Stories

Domestic Discipline part 1

... promise not to ever do it again. I countered with the fact that she knew the rules, I felt she disrespected me by breaking them and then piled on a laundry list of other things I wasn’t too happy about especially not helping around the house. She asked if there was anything that she could do to make me change my mind. That resulted in a quick and firm “No!” With tears in her eyes she asked, “What would you do if you caught Mom smoking dope.” I looked at my wife and said, “Tell her.” In a soft voice the wife said, “He’d spank me.” Missy’s face was blank and I said, “tell her again, louder.” “He’d Spank Me.” She said. Missy looked horrified and then whispered, “How about if I let you spank me?” Before I could answer my wife said, “Let us talk about it, go to your room for a few minutes.” “What do you think?” the wife asked. Admittedly the thought was a bit of a turn on but didn’t think it was a good idea and said so. “she has no place to go and the discipline might do her some good. I broke down and agreed but only if she was given a list of chores to do and agreed that if she didn’t keep up with her chores that it would result in more discipline. For the next 30 minutes we discussed different chores and different levels of discipline for failure to follow the rules. As the wife got up to go tell Missy the “good” news I stopped her and said, “She’ll have to pull down her pants, she can leave her panties on.” The wife gave me a look but I explained that if I was going to ...

... trash my principles I might as well get something out of it. I let the wife go to Missy’s room to tell her the conditions, while I went to the master bedroom to get the tools of discipline. We all arrived back in the living room at the same time. Missy looked at the wooden spoon and riding crop that I had placed on the table and realized that at least I was taking this seriously. I gave her the choice of what I would spank her with, but before she could answer, her mother grabbed the riding crop, effectively eliminating that choice, not surprising since it was an anniversary gift. I had her stand in front of us and explained the list of chores and rules, asked if she understood and agreed to them. She answered that she did. “Hand me the spoon.” She reached down and picked it up off the coffee table and handed it to me. “Into the kitchen.” I told her. Once there I pulled a chair out from the table. Turned to her and said. “Pull down your pants, leave your panties on, put your feet on the outside of the back legs of the chair, bend over and grab the seat with your hands.” With her back to me, she did what she was told. She was wearing white cotton panties with red around the waist and legs. Stretched tight across her ass, when she bent over they formed what I could only describe as the perfect camel toe over her pussy. I tried to put it out of my mind but my cock wouldn’t and I got hard in an instant. I touched her ass with the spoon and she jumped. I explained, “You will get ten ...