Chapter 1: Home Late

My wife, Sherri, and I started dating in high school. We came from very different backgrounds. I was a classic rebellious seventeen year old from a family that didn’t pay much attention to what I did. She came from a very conservative, strict, and religious family. Her parents were reluctantly allowing her to date now that she had turned 16, and she seemed immediately attracted to my darker side. And of course, I was intrigued by her naïve innocence. I looked forward to the process of teaching her about sex.

Before we could leave her house on a date, I had to go to church with her family and spend several afternoons at their house. I worked hard to act like a responsible and respectable young man, for fear I would never have an evening out with her. After three weeks, we were finally “allowed” to go out on a date—the first of her life. Her curfew was 9:30. I could hardly believe it. Since her parents thought that movies, dancing, and even bowling were evil activities, we chose an innocuous activity for our first date. We went on a picnic, followed by a walk around the flower gardens. Our first kiss was memorable, not because it was so outstanding, but because it was so awkward.

We returned to her house shortly after nine. Once inside the house, we spent 20 minutes answering questions from her parents about where we had gone and what we had done. I was strongly considering whether it was worth continuing to chase this cute young girl. But her petite frame, tiny tits, and innocent face continued to fascinate me. I asked her parents for permission to take her on another date the following week (appearing too eager for the next date would have assured a negative response from her parents). They agreed, and the evening ended with a small peck on the cheek as her parents pretended not to watch from the next room.

After leaving her house that evening I headed straight to the local college, where I used my fake ID to enter the bar. While Sherri might be a prize worth working for, that was no reason to be celibate in the meantime. And fortunately I knew where to find some drunk and willing girls.

On the night of our second date, I knew for certain that this was the woman I wanted forever. The date itself wasn’t particularly noteworthy. We went to dinner and then to a movie, and agreed on a fabricated account of our activities for the evening (the details of which escape me now). Our kisses were a little more intense and a little less awkward. I copped a subtle feel and left a small hickey on the back of her neck, where it would be hidden by her blouse and hair. We returned 22 minute after curfew. Her parents were waiting with a stopwatch. I apologized profusely and quickly blamed it on a non-existent accident and traffic jam.

Just when I thought that this would suffice, her father spoke up. “Well the two of you should have planned better. Sherri will have to punished for being late. As much as I would like, I can’t punish you, so perhaps by watching some of her punishment you will think twice about being late next time.”

I glanced over and saw a look of shock and humiliation on my girlfriend’s face. “Let him watch,” she gasped.

“Only enough that he sees the importance of obedience” her mother responded. “Have him help you select and prepare a switch”.

My curiosity was piqued. Sherri quietly selected a knife and we walked outside. Her voice was cracking as she started to explain. My parents don’t believe any child is too old for corporal punishment. I get spanked any time they think that I deserve it. Sometimes they use their hands or a slipper. That isn’t too bad. But other times they use a belt, a thin leather strap, or a switch. Usually I have to strip completely to receive my punishment, but I can’t imagine that they will do THAT while you are still here.” Just hearing her talk about it was incredibly arousing. I longed to hear more.

While she was stripping the bark from the switch, I asked “How often does this happen?” She replied, “Serious spankings like this only happen once every month or two. But I get the hand or slipper at least once or twice a week.” As we walked back to the house, Sherri almost pleaded “It will be a couple weeks before we are allowed to go out again, but you will come over while I’m grounded won’t you?” Of course, I agreed.

When we returned to the house, her parents immediately directed her towards their bedroom. I was told to follow. They had me stand in the doorway while they walked Sherri to the middle of the room. “Since your boyfriend is watching, leave your skirt and top on, but remove your hose and panties.” Sherri carefully removed, folded and placed them on the bed.

“Join us in prayer” her father said to me.

So we all knelt as her father said a lengthy prayer about the importance of obedience and how he hoped that this act of correction would help mold Sherri’s will to honor her parents and please God.

Once the prayer ended, her mother spoke. “Face your boyfriend, bend your knees and grab your ankles.”

Her mother then lifted Sherri’s skirt across and draped it across her back. From this angle I couldn’t really see anything except Sherri’s face and what I saw there was a look of total humiliation. Then her mom picked up the switch and snapped it firmly across her ass.

Sherri counted “one.”

By the fifth hit, I saw tears start to roll down her face. After the eighth she was crying fairly steadily. At this point her mom stopped and spoke to me.