Seeing Pink!

by Jenny

My little sister, Jenny, always was very naughty. She has carried that naughtiness into her marriage, much to the delight of her husband!


I am an incorrigible tease, as my husband, Tom, well knows (and loves). Well, this particular evening, quite early in our marriage, we were coming home from church in our old car. I was wearing a short pink dress I'd just bought and, glory be, Trish had given me a pair a pink panties that exactly matched the dress.


I knew the effect of the dress and the panties would be a great turn on for Tom so, feeling sassy that evening, I plotted just how to arouse my hubby's desire for an evening romp. The evening was warm and my legs were brown from sunbathing. I'm not usually confident about my looks (the result, perhaps, of having a very glamorous older sister) but that night I knew I looked a million dollars, at least to my husband.

I hitched up my dress a bit to get his attention and started to tease him as he was driving. After a short time I could see he wanted to attack me so I stuck my tongue out and said, “You can't get me – keep your eyes on the road!”

Tom, as he always did, rose to the bait – I could see he was trying to be stern but he couldn't help grinning. After a bit he said, “When we get home, Jenny, I'm going to put you across my knee and smack your pretty little butt!” (Just to say, this is not serious – it's pure fun and sex play.)

Having got him in this position – I mean, a big strong man who can't get at you – I couldn't resist continuing the teasing. So Tom said: “Right! That's two smacks you've got coming!” More sass – “Three smacks!” But now I was carried away. Making this big, strong, loving, slightly pompous creature mad! We'd got up to seven smacks by the time we'd got home.

When we got home, Tom went into the living room, drew up a chair and sat on it. Putting on his sternest look (he was having a job to stop himself grinning at my antics) he thundered in his deepest voice: “Come here, young lady, and bend over my knee!”

Usually teasing and naughtiness was followed by a chase round the house before retribution was given by a few fun slaps to my (often inverted) rear. However, this time I could see Tom wanted to make the spanking more ceremonial. So I decided to oblige him – just this time. I put on my cheekiest grin and strutted round the room (showing as much leg as possible) before draping myself across my husband's knee. I wiggled my behind into what I judged to be a suitable position for the spanking and waited.

As I hoped, Tom pulled what was left of my dress back and gasped in admiration at my pink-clad derriere sticking up at him. He spent some time gently stroking the pink panties and I felt a warm glow come over me. I had achieved my objective and had my man now in the full flow of desire.

However, I suddenly realized that there was a certain price my upturned backside had to pay for this attention. Seven smacks with only a thin piece of material for protection! Tom was a big guy with a hard hand – and like most young men didn't know his own strength! Why couldn't I have stopped at two? However, what was done was done, so I shut my eyes and waited for the imminent assault on my long-suffering butt.

I didn't have to wait long!

SPANK! Tom's hand came down with a resounding thwack, causing me to squeal. It was a good job the old lady at the side of us was deaf!

Spank! Spank! “Yowwwwwwwwwwww!” I yelled and instinctively put my hand across my stinging butt.

I turned my head and said very pointedly, “Owwww!”

“Did that hurt?” asked my husband, innocently.

Did that hurt? What did he think my butt was made of – asbestos? As I say, these young men don't know their own strength!

Thankfully, Tom took the hint, and after removing my hand from the target area, he completed the spanking with four more well-directed, but far less hard, smacks to my squirming posterior. I contributed to the proceedings with vocalizations like ‘Ow!' and ‘Wow!' and ‘Yow!'

He then sat me on his knee, which is a far better position for a woman to enjoy even though my bottom was tingling. We kissed passionately and deeply for I don't know how long, as he fondled me beneath the dress. Our position was probably a passable imitation of Rodin's famous statue ‘The Kiss'! The only problem was that I kept wriggling my bottom to try to keep off the spanked part!

I felt Tom's heart beating close to mine and, despite the fact my butt was now positively glowing in the aftermath of the spanking it had received, loved this big strong hunk I'd married. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Tom loved to see me in that pink dress but it was amazing how quickly he wanted me to get it off!

What followed was hot – like my bottom! After we'd finished I looked at my bare backside in the mirror and found it was almost as pink as the panties I'd had on. But it was worth it!