Domestic Discipline (DD) – Jonathan Quincy Graves Spanking Fiction

Chores Poker

“I’ll promise, if you will,” my wife said, “that if one of us does not do their chores in the coming year, the other can take the miscreant over their lap for a bare-bottomed, domestic discipline spanking session.”

A Father’s Day Thrashing

{ Note: This story is based on an actual conversation between my wife and an English waitress which took place in an Irish pub on Father’s Day. The names have been changed to protect my innocent backside.} “A Father’s Day thrashing?” my wife, Mary, asked. “Yes, but he’s Scottish,” our waitress responded. It was Father’s…

Reminder Spanking

“Our friends had a charming view of your bright red bottom while you stood in the corner. Marge and Evelyn seemed to enjoy the sight immensely. I don’t think Sam or Bill so much as glanced in your direction.”

The Nature of Women

Cumming prematurely earns Jeffrey a spanking from his wife on their wedding night.

Spanked for Bad Habits

“That should do it,” Lorie announced, stopping the hand spanking. “You’ve got a nice rosy glow going, so we can move on to the hairbrush.”

Balance

On special occasions, she pulls out the only key to her study—it amuses her to keep it in a pocket of a lacy garter worn high on a silky thigh—unlocks the door, and usher him in.

First Birthday Spanking – 2

Bill was serving corner time, completely naked, hands at his sides, flaming red bottom burning, throbbing, and beginning to itch, but he dared not rub it.

An Active Retirement

“This paddle is very nice work, John. Why don’t you drop your pants and your undies so we can give it its first field trial.”

Secure Folders

By Jonathan Quincy Graves “In here, dear.” I just returned from my Saturday afternoon errands. I work at home, so I make it a point to get out of the house at least once on the weekend. This time, I had gone to the hardware store, mostly to wander among the tools, but also to…

St. Paul to the Ephesians

“You think you should rule me, and I should submit to your whims? Is that it?” I stood, feet in a wide stance, hands on my hips over my snow-white wedding gown.