Chapter One

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” my wife asked.

I nodded; my throat felt dry and my heart was beating fast.

“Okay,” she said. “Give me some time to think about it.”

After five years of marriage, I had finally gotten up enough courage to tell my wife, Justine, how desperately I wanted her to spank me. Oh, she’d done it plenty of times during sex and sometimes playfully around the house, like when we hugged or walked by each other in the kitchen. She knew that I liked it. I just didn’t think she knew howmuch I liked it.

Neither of us had really been into bondage, and we hadn’t really worked much kinky stuff into our sex life. But I wasn’t really looking for full-fledged domination or anything like that; I just needed a good spanking once in a while. I’d been hinting at it for at least a year and then talking more openly about it, but I think she still thought I was just talking about how much I liked it when we were in bed.

So I thought I should take things to the next level. I started looking at websites that dealt with this sort of thing, and I would “forget” to close the browser window when leaving our computer (or I’d “accidentally” minimize the window instead of closing it), so that Justine would get a glimpse of what I meant. I left open informative sites about light femdom, some with polls and interviews. One poll featured questions like “How often do you spank your husband?” (The multiple-choice answers varied from “once in a while” to “every day”—I wanted to give my wife an idea of how regular a thing this could be). I found places with F/M spanking stories, and I saved some of these to the desktop, knowing that Justine would be curious when she sat at the computer and saw new documents there.

This went on for a few months, but she only mentioned it on rare occasions, giving a playful smile when she did. I knew that she was thinking about it all, but taking her time, getting used to the concept. As I said, neither of us had done much of this kind of thing before, and while I had been fantasizing and daydreaming about it for years, she needed some time to catch up, internally. I knew that it wasn’t her natural inclination to just give me spankings outside of bed or to take on any sort of dominating role. But we loved each other deeply, were together for life, and would try with all our hearts to please each other. Knowing the intensity of our mutual affection gave me hope that she would find a way to fulfill my fantasies.

After some more obvious hints, I decided I should step things up again. I looked through F/M spanking pictures online and saved some onto our computer. There were countless images available, so I spent time looking only for the ones that really portrayed the things I wanted—the positions I wanted to be in, the positions I wanted her to be in, the implements used, and the level of