Chapter 20

Laura went out shopping in Morehead City for undies that would serve two purposes. Firstly, they would turn her man to jelly when she wore them and secondly they would not cause her to have a visible panty line.

Laura knew that in fact Art secretly loved her bouncy butt clad in tight khakis with a visible panty line, but he had no such humor for her showing those panties to the shoppers around Emerald Isle. She just knew that she had the solution as her butt tingled beneath her panties as she thought of the Disciplinary Spanking, Art as her hubbie had given her last time he had caught her red-handed out in public with a visible panty line. He had made another part of her anatomy, red.

“Laura, I tell yah, you’re making yourself, a provocative target and endangering your life. As my wife, I don’t appreciate you giving a show and providing a thrill to the men and even boys of Emerald Isle,” Art scolded.

After her spanking that had once again made the bottom seat of her panties steam, the nurse vowed that this was going to be her last spanking she ever got for provocative visible panty lines.

She walked through the Mall in Albemarle and sashayed over to Victoria’s Secret for that special piece of lingerie that would put her bossy husband in his place and keep her bottom snow-white, free and clear of hits from his wide-span large hand. She chose a melon orange panty thong and quickly made her purchase. The object of the lesson was for her Husband not to have a good reason to put her over his knee.

Laura was quite proud of herself as she went into the dressing room and changed into the sexy panties. The medium height pulled her nurse pants back up over round bottom. Then smoothed her small hands across the seat of the pants and saw in the mirror that she had no panty line. A smooth curve with delightfully delineated bottom cheeks greeted the male eye. And, that’s not all the cotton panties clung to the nurse’s bottom like one imagined skin would do.

Next she stopped in at Belk for a pair of Khaki Shorts that she knew she would look the cat’s meow in as she purred softly thinking about her Husband’s reactions to her purchases. The thong panty worked up into her bottom against her ‘a- hole’ which rubbed and teased her private orifice as she walked down the street. By the time she got back to Emerald Isle she was horny in waiting for her mans man.

Laura arrived home and her hubbie had not made his arrival yet. So, she got a bright idea as she pulled of her pants of her medium-sized body. She would greet him with her cute caboose stuck up in the air leaning over in a seductive pose with her palms on the blue couch cushions.

The door was jiggled and the key inserted and that meant her man was home. Mischievously she got into position careful that the drapes were closed. As he opened the door he was greeted by his sweetie’s sexy white ass cheeks jiggling with a luscious layering of baby fat, leading to the center crack where a satiny melon orange strip divided the butt cheeks. Her Husband could make out a wink of her crinkled pink bottom hole and his penis began to stir with desire.

There was a method to Laura’s madness as she planned to reason with her husband that his new ‘Ounce Of Prevention Spankings’ were over the top. Besides she had been good as gold for over a month now. He put his keys down on the stereo top and said “Laura honey you know this is your spanking night.

Then continued “I am really surprised that you chose a thong panty that leaves your bottom bare” Laura looks exasperated and puffs out her breath pouting as pulls her light colored pants back over the melon orange panty thong.

She could not believe it this would be the third dam month in a row that he had pulled this stimulation deterrence routine. Laura decided it was now time to reason with her man now sitting down in the chair of discipline and stop these undeserved spankings once and for all. She looked into his eyes and said

“Honey w-why are you sitting like that?” she asked warily. “For the same reason I always sit here, young lady,” He answered in that maddeningly calm tone she so hated to hear whenever he punished her.

“B-B-but I haven’t been bad! I’ve been good for age’s sir!”Laura protested hotly. “For a mere month,” he corrected me wryly. “And, I’ve been so pleased with the results from your reminder spankings and the accompanying good behavior and judgment that you exhibit that after tonight you will only get a reminder spanking every two months,” Art continued.

“That is unless you are naughty and get your bottom in a stinger situation”. As she stood in the doorway in a state of confused indignant rebellion, Laura emphatically raised her alto voice feeling 10 foot tall “This isn’t fair!” she whined and sullenly refused to budge an inch towards him.

“Come here this instant Laura, or you will be very sorry young lady” Her hubbie, warned with the tone of forged steel in his voice. His command brooked no refusal but Laura was on a roll.

She spun on her heel putting her light color panted bottom towards her Husband and he noticed the way her bare bottom clung to the poplin fabric showing her bare bottom. He asked Laura “Did you wear those thong panties home from the mall?”

Y-yes, why? He did not answer as he told her she had better just turn around and check that growing attitude little lady He continued “now Laura place yourself over my knee for your spanking that I have determined helps you behave all month”.

“The Bottom Line Sweetie is that a naughty wife needs a regular schedule of spankings to remind her to act as a mature, young woman,” He continued with his logic.

“This is not fair. It’s just not fair. I won’t let you spank me, again!” Laura Ann, said in retort.

“You have exactly one minute to do, so and then you will be spanked most soundly for this deplorable fit of temper Laura,” Art told the stunned babbling nurse.

“And there will be no more talk of discontinuing your monthly spanking, unless you want to go for one every two weeks?”

“Don’t try me”

Laura looked down at the floor just in time to see him pick up her sheer L’eggs brand, white pantyhose from beneath the bed She thought that was rather odd. Laura knew before she said it, but her temper got the best of her as she examined the unjust spanking he had now demanded that made her blood boil.

Laura, now on offense stared Art down trying to intimidate him “Listen Mister Man. That’s just Not Fair Spanking Me Without A Very Good Reason,” she while she puffed her cheeks and pouted.

There was a down, chestnut-brown hair around her holes

As I looked down at Laura I took in the posh, plump bottom, still round and full of baby-fat. I would describe it as cherry red and seared with a brilliance set-off by patches of blisters. I could tell by her body language and bottom movement as a nurse she thought for sure there was blood on the hot hillocks of her cheeks. But, of course that would be barbaric, so I stopped although my wife would have plenty for her to ask me to nurse when her cries, sobs with hiccups from the air she had swallowed during her blistering. So, much was Laura still feeling sorry for herself.

Laura failed to realize her spanking was finally over. I zeroed in for a gander at the ‘wood’ damage on the lower part, best known as the most spank-spots. There the snowy-white skin of lower thighs contrasted with the bright red of her upper thighs where the legs connected to the bottom. I and Laura knew the trouble with sitting down at work she would be having for the next day or two. I had hit the cheekiest part more than a few times in which can be best described with one word, vivid.