Howdy Jon, I like your stories, fantasy and real life. If I put my John Henry on a document, agreeing to be spanked, how some ever the spanker deemed to spank. that would make said document legal and binding, correct? Ask and ye shall receive 10-4…

Yes, ma’am,” I said through my sniffles. “I’m sorry, and I won’t let it happen again.” I felt the paddle resting against my bottom, and I prayed Vera would not raise it again. Surprisingly, my former depression had disappeared, completely replaced by the long-familiar feelings of respect and fear of further punishment. There was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over. You can’t,” I cried. “I’d never live it down. My boss would never understand, and my friends would think I was a wimp if they knew Lucille had been spanking me over her knee like a child all these years.” A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera.NOTE FROM THE ORIGINAL: My favorite stories are about the beginnings of spanking relationships. This piece is an unauthorized sequel to a special favorite of this type that appeared in the fiction section of the Disciplinary Wives Club titled, “Guess Who Runs This Household” by Ralph. My sincere compliments to that author, and I hope he does not mind that I have written this sequel.

Do you recognize this?” Vera demanded, thrusting a photocopy of the confession and spanking contract I wrote at Lucille’s direction eight years ago. Spankings were common after that first one, ranging from what Lucille referred to as, “a nice little spanking,” applied when she wanted to get my attention, to an all-out and prolonged punishment paddling to correct some willful misbehavior. Always fair, Lucille was also always strict and demanding. Always, that is, until two weeks ago when she suddenly left me, losing a brief but spirited bought with cancer. Thank you, William,” Vera said shortly. “Leave me now and don’t disturb me while I sort things out in here. You may put the time to good use in straightening up the rest of the house,” she added. “I’m sure you never would have let it get to this condition while my sister was alive.”The imperious demand: “What do you think you are doing?” suddenly snatched me from my reverie. “You were told to clean this place up!” Vera had entered the room without my noticing. That remark stung, probably because it was so true. In my depressed state, I had done no housework since a few days before Lucille’s demise, and the house had reached a condition that would certainly have earned me a very severe paddling over Lucille’s knee if I ever let it get even a tenth as sloppy while she was still alive. Next weekend, I’ll be moving out of my apartment and into the master bedroom here,” Vera stated as I copied what she’d written. “Make certain it is ready for me. You may take one of the boys’ rooms. I’ll need to be near my sister’s records, and all her other responsibilities, if I’m to do an adequate job with them.” Lucille left it to me, along with a complete, and I do mean complete, description of the relationship she had with you for the past few years. In addition to her business, she requested I take over other matters in her absence. The original of this document, in your handwriting, was left to me to use as I saw fit to ensure you did not revert to your old, bad habits. After seeing how you’ve dishonored my sister’s memory by letting her home turn into a pigsty, I’m sorely tempted to just send copies of it to your boss and everyone else you know and be done with it… and with you.” I could feel Vera’s eyes on my exposed, blistered bottom as I stood teary eyed at the sink, washing a week’s worth of dirty dishes, and the image was making me rise again. It was very clear my depression, loneliness, and self-pity would no longer be allowed.

Now!” Vera demanded, “or this little incriminating document may find its way to an ad in the evening paper.” Lost my wife this year and no fiction here, she loved to spank and did nearly every Saturday. It made me feel happy for some reason plus our sex life was off the charts. Miss her! For what seemed like the longest time, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at this diminutive but imperious female before me. I brewed a pot of coffee and took a cup to Vera, prepared as she’d requested (no need to be boorish, even if she had been a little rude in the manner of her request).Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom. I was not pleased by this interruption, nor Vera’s imperious attitude, but I suppose since Lucille left Vera her business, it was only reasonable she would have to spend time with the documents and records in Lucille’s study, at least until she was able to transfer the whole lot to her own apartment. John, Thank you for the comment. Being of the same generation, I understand completely. May both of our ladies be happy and healthy until we are all ready to experience something else. I can’t, can’t I?” Vera said, a glint of purpose in her eye. “Shall we put that statement to the test?”