The story is fantasy. We can either play it out or talk about how it might actually happen.

I had an interesting walk around the neighborhood the other day. There’s a house along the way where the middle-aged woman and I occasionally exchange pleasantries. I won’t describe her much, as I’d want you to think of yourself in this situation. This afternoon she innocuously asked me up to the
porch to ask if I could help with something.

She introduced me to her husband and told me that she had gotten into some trouble. She thought that a spanking would do her some good. Her husband had tried, but just isn’t into it to the extent that she needs it. We had a long, intense discussion about exactly what she needed punished for, what
their expectations were, what my expectations were, and what boundaries they had.

I’ll leave the next half hour or so to your imagination, but at the end of her spanking, I had her standing in a corner of the living room, hands behind her head, pants and panties pulled down to her mid-thigh, and her bottom a bright shade of red. She was tasked to think about everything she had done and what happened because of it.

In the meantime, I had a conversation with the husband in the kitchen. He suspects that she might want or need something like this on a regular basis. I’m happy to provide this service for them, but she’s going to have to thank me for it with some sexual favors and take different punishments. I tell him that next time, she’ll start by performing oral sex on me, and I’ll bring a belt and not just use my hand. He has my number if they agree.

The last thing we did before I left is have her lie down on her stomach on the couch so I could rub some lotion into her backside. I think that will be the husband's task after I leave from now on.