Your punishments will never end

Young girls forget quickly. A spanking will therefore not last forever and sometimes it is only a few days before the memory needs to be refreshed. It's not much different with adult women. But a vigilant husband knows exactly when it's that time again and the wife almost wants to be put back in her place.

It was all the same with Susanne. She was no longer a young woman and had already given him two children. But she was still a desirable creature, and he regularly indulged in the pleasure of giving her what a woman needs and what satisfies a man. Her body obviously not only craved sex, but also felt the need to feel her master's power from time to time and to be painfully reminded of her feminine duties.

She was still one of those women who had experienced a strict upbringing and she could no longer remember how often her father had whipped her back then. "Susanne has a short memory," he confided to her later husband at the time. "If she's bitchy, don't hesitate to take the leather strap and show her who's the boss. She will whimper, scream and beg you for forgiveness. But she will thank you after each beating by being the sweetest woman you can imagine, at least for a while."

Her husband quickly learned that his father-in-law knew exactly what he was talking about. Indeed, from time to time his beloved wife actually craved to be disciplined. In the early years, he'd simply summoned her into the bedroom and made her twitch and shriek under the lashes of his leather belt. When they had children, that seemed inappropriate to him, and he had converted the almost never used basement gym into a penalty area which was always locked and only opened when another session with the whip or cane was due.

There was a real spanking bench there that was well suited to getting a recalcitrant woman into the exact position that would allow for unhindered rebuke. Since then, he's had no trouble tampering with her slinky ass freely, giving it the welts she obviously needed from time to time. It never ceased to amaze him that Susanne obviously had a short memory and seemed to be asking for it again and again.

Like last weekend when he got the feeling, she was just about ready to be sent down to the basement. It was supposed to be a relaxed family outing. The kids were really looking forward to it and were in a great mood. Susanne, however, was nagging the whole time. At first the weather didn't suit her, because a few clouds had come up and the temperature had dropped from summery to just bearable. Then the entrance fee to the amusement park was too expensive for her, although that was actually anything but her business. And finally, she thought she had to annoy the waiter in the restaurant in a way that was really embarrassing.

"Just wait until we're home," he whispered to her in a way that the children could hear. Because the two girls knew they had to behave properly, or they would inevitably find themselves in the living room being told, "Unclothe and lay across the arm of the chair!" He insisted that they always strip completely naked before they felt the strap or the rod. Humiliation is part of punishment is what a wise father should never forget.

They both knew that their mother was also being punished when she deserved it. He'd never made a secret of it, and the kids had grown up thinking that dad was in charge of what happened in his house and that anyone who resisted was punished. True, the punishment of his wife did not take place in the living room in front of everyone. But if mother showed up with tears in her eyes, then it was more than clear that father had chastised her, in the tried and tested way. However, the kids did not know the entire ritual and were probably too young to understand it.

That night, the two girls knew fully well that mom was about to get a beating. So they did everything they could to make themselves as invisible as possible. They said goodbye remarkably early with the usual goodnight kiss and disappeared into their room without saying a word.

"Go downstairs and get ready. I'll be there in five minutes,” were his words and Susanne obeyed silently. She knew all too good that she had overstepped the mark and a spanking was inevitable. And she knew that pleading, begging, and promising would not prevent him from carrying out his task and putting her back on track.

When he entered the penalty area, which he had wisely provided with elaborate soundproofing, she was already standing there and waiting for him with downcast eyes. He carefully locked the door behind him and took a long, wordless look at his wife. As expected, she was naked, and he had the opportunity to examine her in detail and with quite lustful thoughts. Her pubic hair was carefully shaved because he wanted it that way and because he would never tolerate a woman hiding her cunt under thick bushes. Her thighs were amazingly firm and her buttocks still had that feminine look that he valued so much about her.

He was convinced that a woman with a pronounced bottom is a hint of nature. A man should realize that this part of the body was specially designed to ignite feelings of pleasure in her man. And he was the ideal target, whenever it was necessary to draw well-drawn welts on her ample flesh, which were still the best means of maintaining her obedience and submission.

He gave her a sign and she understood. Hesitantly and with obvious inner resistance, she approached the whipping bench that was standing in the middle of the room. The device was so insidiously constructed that she was forced to assume an all-revealing position that opened up all possibilities for her master and educator to dispose of her body. He fastened her with the leather cuffs that would immobilize her wrists and ankles and prevent her from dodging the blows to come. He gently stroked her bottom again and grabbed her possessively between the legs. Then he picked up the leather strap and got into position.

She had annoyed him all day and did everything to spoil the fun of a nice Sunday outing for the whole family. Now it was time to punish her for it, and do it in the only way that would make a lasting difference.

The first blow went wide and hit her flesh with unyielding force. She should suffer, was his firm decision and she acknowledged his actions with a scream that unmistakably indicated that the flash of pain had reached her consciousness. Instinctively, her body tugged in the bonds, while a broad, red welt appeared on her buttocks.

He gave her time to fully savor the pain and then repeated the process. He didn't believe in just hitting blindly and frantically, but as always proceeded in a controlled and methodical manner. He appreciated his belt, which had never failed to have its effect. It was made of thick cow hide, a good three fingers wide, that was unyieldingly hard yet supple enough to follow the contours of the body. It left nice wide welts that burned like fire without breaking the skin.

He aimed alternately at the magnificent mounds of her buttocks and the insides of her thighs, which in their forced posture were relentlessly exposed to the bite of the leather. Her reactions alternated between a hopeless howl and high-pitched shrieks whenever he hit the particularly sensitive areas of her body. But he didn't let it soften him and undeterred he hit the stubborn woman with the number of well-aimed blows he had planned.

In the end she was just whimpering as sacred promises escaped her lips, punctuated by heavy sobbing. His probing right went between her thighs again and he was satisfied that she was wet. He had no explanation for it, but his wife always got wet when he spanked her, and he saw it as nature's request to give her what her body obviously craved.

He had reached the point he wanted to reach, and he let go of her. Her bonds were loosened again, and he watched contentedly as she slipped almost helplessly off the buck and lay curled up on the floor as a humiliated and rebuked woman.

"I'll expect you upstairs in half an hour," were his words before he left the room.

His body had also shown reactions and his cock pushed powerfully in his pants and demanded satisfaction.

The second part of the marital ritual followed a little later on their marriage bed and went just like any punishment in the past. The sin was atoned for. The punishment was done. Now forgiveness and reconciliation were due.

First, he let her suck him, which gave him great satisfaction and, for her, was considered to be  an act of gratitude for the rebuke she had just received from her loving and caring husband. But he didn't want to waste his precious juice by cumming in her mouth. So he turned her on her stomach, pulled her hot ass up to him and gave her a violent fuck, which her almost dripping wet cunt seemed to be waiting for. And because his desire for forgiveness, love and dominance was particularly pronounced after every punishment, he also took on the second opening that a woman had to offer her man and drove her to a climax with countless hard thrusts. The only reason why she could be heard throughout the house was because she pressed her face hard into the pillow.

In the end they both fell asleep in a blissful embrace and the world was in order again.