Even though I've poured out my heart to my darling Rosie about my spanking obsession, I never thought she'd help me with it until one night when I just couldn't get to sleep because my mind kept replaying all my spanking fantasies. My wife seemed restless too. She kept moving about, and I could tell from her breathing that she hadn't dropped off to sleep.

Finally Rosie rolled over, and her hand fell on my brief-covered bottom. I could feel myself tense at her touch, though it had seemed unintentional. I had just started to breathe more freely again when I felt her hand begin to lightly trace the curve of my ass. I didn't respond, pretending to be asleep, but I'm sure she was well aware that my attention was riveted to the hand gently playing with my behind.

She innocently trailed her fingers along one leg opening and just underneath the band of my briefs. I could feel my pulse climbing and my cock beginning to rise. Finally Rosie plunged her hand all the way into my briefs and cupped my cheeks firmly. I felt as if I was about to come when she sat up in bed and slowly pushed the blankets and my shorts down below my ass. I quivered with ecstasy.

The cool air made my over-sensitized buttocks tingle. My wife continued to massage my bottom, and I involuntarily pulled one knee up, giving her better access to my ass and balls and relieving some of the tremendous pressure on my straining cock. One of her small, cool hands immediately slipped around to grasp my erection, and she announced, “This bottom feels like it needs a good old-fashioned spanking.”

I was so stunned that I still didn't respond, until she started to push me toward the edge of the bed. In a controlled, business-like voice, she told me that I was to go downstairs completely naked and write her a note explaining that I had been naughty and requesting that she warm my bare behind. She told me to collect a hairbrush and a wooden spoon, then return and knock on the door. My cock was to be fully at attention when I returned. Her voice remained cool and authoritarian, but even in the near darkness I thought I could see a sparkle in her eye.

I slipped out of my briefs and rushed downstairs with my cock bobbing in front of me. I didn't turn on many lights for fear of attracting the neighbors' attention. I scrambled around collecting the requested instruments and then wrote the note with my hands trembling. I tried to collect myself as I made my way back up to the bedroom. Standing outside the door in the dark, I was almost afraid to knock. “You got yourself into this,” I thought and knocked three times on the door frame.

A moment later the door swung open and my wife reached out and took me by the cock and led me in. She was now dressed in a business-like but sexy outfit, a tight black wool skirt and a thin silk blouse. Her clothing made me even more conscious of my own total nudity. The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp. “Do you have a note for me?” she asked. I handed her the note, which she read thoughtfully, as if previously unaware of its contents. She then nodded and took the brush and spoon from my hands and laid them on the floor. I was acutely aware of an “accidental” brush of her hand along my naked bottom.

Rosie then asked me which tool I felt was most appropriate. I managed to mutter that I didn't know “Well, in that case,” she said, “we'd better try both.” With that she sat down on a straight-back chair and motioned me across her lap. She positioned me with my aching hard-on imprisoned in the wool of her skirt, and for a moment her hand caressed my exposed ass. “Yes, this cute little bottom is definitely getting what it needs,” she whispered, and her palm came down with a sharp slap across my cheeks.

She continued to smack away at my ass, and I could feel it redden and grow warm. My body jerked slightly with each swat, and I think both she and I knew that my straining cock was about to explode into the folds of her skirt Abruptly the spanking ceased. Rosie guided me back to my feet and' placed both my palms flat on my asscheeks so I could feel the heat.

I was then instructed to spread my legs wide and lean forward against the bed. She picked up the wooden spoon and walked to my side. One hand slid under me and encircled my cock, and I felt the rough wood of the spoon caressing my tingling ass before the sharp strokes began. She reached down and pulled my balls forward so that she could also work on the tender skin of the insides of my thighs and my asshole. Once again I felt an orgasm approaching; my legs got weak. But again, abruptly, the spanking stopped. Now I was guided to a standing position with my palms on my blazing backside.

My wife then placed me on the edge of the bed so that I was kneeling with my knees spread wide, my head down and my back arched so that my throbbing, naked ass thrust out for her. I felt the bristles of the hairbrush gently raking against my skin. Then the swatting began again. By the third stroke my cock was blasting its load across the bed. The spanking, and the orgasm, seemed to go on for minutes. When it was finally over, my wife smiled and said, “Believe me, Sammy, from now on, you're going to spend a lot more time around this house with a well-tanned fanny.”