I've not written anything for a while, but appreciate the visits in my absence so i thought I'd post some more spanking stuff
Personally, I don't advocate domestic discipline as the power balance wouldn't suit me, but know others enjoy such a lifestyle choice. And like many, I do have vivid fantasies around the topic. This is an extract from a story I wrote set in the fifties about such a relationship. Enjoy!

Jim sat himself a little pompously on the stile, still holding Pru’s wrist. He suddenly let go and she shifted her weight nervously in her smart, heeled court shoes.
“Come along!” he said rather imperiously and sounding cross to cover the thrill of ordering his new wife to do what he was now eager to witness.
“I want you over my knee, young lady! It seems you’re not yet mature enough to trust your husband and need a little lesson. Is that right?”
“Oh, Jimmmm….”
“Enough, Pru! Do you need a lesson or not?”
“Yes, Jim,” she whispered wriggling uncomfortably wringing her hands and staring at her new shoes.
Jim could see the shine of unshed tears in her eyes but also heard the suppressed excitement in his bride’s voice.
“I won’t tell you again, young lady. I want you over my knee now!”
And to his delight and her relief at having gone past the moment of presenting herself for her first spanking as a wife, Pru half-fell half stepped forward and awkwardly landed over his lap. He took a moment to settle her. As the stile was narrow and quite high he parted his legs to take her weight. Her pert little breasts in their cage of a brassiere under her red summer frock were pressed against his inner left thigh. Her husband he had no compunctions about protecting her from his aroused member now, and wrapping his left arm around her waist pulled her to him. Her left arm was alongside her body against his. He repositioned his left leg forward a little so her bottom curved around his right thigh. She instinctively bent her knees so her only support was across his lap and from his restraining left hand. Her head moved nervously and her legs twitched but she was silent bar the odd sob of anticipation.
Jim gazed admiringly at Pru’s pert form. This time she was wearing a full-skirted summer frock with petticoats, not dissimilar to the layers Penelope wore for her first bare-bottomed spanking. This time, however, Jim noted his still wrapped object of desire with a connoisseur’s eye. Twisting back slightly to allow his right hand plenty of space to manoeuvre he slid his hand up her trembling thighs pushing net, lace and dress ahead. He couldn’t recognise the colour of the frock by moonlight but the white of her underwear gleamed. He carefully pushed the layers under his arm so she was revealed to the waistband of her sweet, white lace-trimmed shiny knickers. The lacy straps of her suspenders ran neatly down her thighs to the taut darker tops of her stockings. Pru’s fair thighs also gleamed palely in the moonlight.
Pru was aware of her skirts being raised for the first time in her young life. She knew her young husband was staring at her stocking tops and knicker-clad bottom. She was mortified and excited. She also knew that a spanking by Jim was something to dread despite her willingness to submit and the excitement when she recalled her previous trips over his knee. She could not contain her sobs of dread and anticipation. The unexpected massage to his trapped manhood by his unaware, shaking young wife was a distraction not unwelcome to Jim but he was eager to expose the site of his intended attentions.
“What a fuss! I haven’t even started yet! But believe me, I shall give you something to cry about!”
As Pru felt his hand on her waistband, followed by the lowering of her knickers, she wailed: “No, Jim…”
Halfway down that sweet apple of a bottom he paused.
“Are you telling me you don’t deserve a bare-bottomed spanking after all the warnings I’ve given you?”
Silence broken only by Pru’s mortified sobs.
“Well, Pru?” as he gazes at her half-exposed bottom with relish.
“Nooo…”
“No, what, young lady? I’m waiting” and he gently taps her half-exposed bottom with obviously feigned patience
“N-no, yes… I do deserve it, Jim…(sob)… I’m sorry!”
This was getting better and better…
“What do you deserve, Pru?”
A fresh outburst of desperate sobbing: “A spanking!”
“And what sort of a spanking?”
“What…? Ohhh… (whisper) … on my bare bottom…”
“That’s right, Pru. You’re husband is going to spank you on your bare bottom… and why?”
“Because I’ve been silly again, and I deserve it?”
“And why else, Pru?”
“Because you love me.”
And to the accompaniment to her nervous sobs, a delighted Jim pushed Pru’s knickers down to the top of her thighs and stared lovingly for the first time at her gorgeous bottom.
“I intend to spank you long and hard when we get home, so this is just a taster, young lady! You obviously need an instant lesson but as my wife and after the proof I’ve given you of my love this behaviour is more unacceptable than your earlier nonsense. Do you understand me, Pru?”
Jim felt with pleasure, the shivers of dread coursing through his bride’s body. She trembled against his thighs and restrained member and her bottom shuddered under the weight of his hand on her bare flesh as he lectured her.
Her accepting “Yes” was Jim’s cue to raise his hand and give Pru the first taste of marital discipline delivered by her new husband to her bare bottom. As usual Jim was solemn in his ‘duties’ and determined that Pru was indeed given something to cry about. Never the less he also wanted to get her back to their hotel room…